When my husband Carlos Reeds insisted on taking away our disabled daughter Emilia Reeds, I, Violet Lewis, realized he had been reborn too. In my previous life, I caught Carlos having an affair with Vanessa Hanson. I tearfully asked for a divorce, but he showed no intention of trying to save our marriage. Carlos favored sons over daughters. After the divorce, he took away our 8-year-old son Myles Reeds but left 5-year-old Emilia, who was disabled, with me. Eighteen years passed, and under my devoted care, Emilia was accepted into New York University. After graduation, she was even recruited by the government as an outstanding talent. During her spare time, she unexpectedly met Noah Stewart, a military commander. Noah didn’t mind her disability and fell in love with her at first sight, vowing to marry no one but her. Eventually, Emilia married Noah, and I was able to enjoy my golden years in comfort and security. Meanwhile, Carlos married Vanessa right after our divorce. But Vanessa despised Myles because he was my child. After becoming pregnant with Carlos’s baby, she would beat and scold him constantly. She had originally planned to kick Myles out once her child was born, but on the day of delivery, Myles locked the door from the inside, causing Vanessa to hemorrhage and die. Having lost both his wife and unborn child, Carlos ran into me on the street by chance. Consumed by jealousy, he pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed me to death, screaming, “Why do you get to live so well while I end up like this!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Carlos and I divorced. “I’ve been done with you for a long time. You, a country girl, should consider it a blessing from your past life that you got to marry me and serve me for a few years. But I’m being generous—I won’t fight you for Myles. Emilia is coming back to Boston with me. Give me five hundred dollars for her support. If you weren’t so useless, she wouldn’t have been born disabled.” Looking at this arrogant, rambling man before me, I felt momentarily dazed. How could Carlos look so young? Shouldn’t he be that middle-aged man tortured beyond recognition by life? “Violet, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get the divorce papers done. Don’t delay my precious daughter’s schooling.” I jerked my head up, staring at him in disbelief. Precious daughter? Divorce? Had Carlos and I both been reborn? In my previous life, when we divorced, he was utterly disgusted by Emilia, saying a disabled child didn’t deserve to be his daughter. Then he left without looking back, taking the struggling Myles and Vanessa with him. He never imagined that Emilia, whom he despised, would be admitted to a prestigious university under my care and marry into a military family, achieving upward social mobility. In contrast, Carlos not only lost Vanessa and his unborn child but was also dragged into legal trouble by Myles, whom he had placed such high hopes on, ending up alone and miserable. Thinking of this, my heart ached unbearably. My once most well-behaved son had been tortured into that state by these two demons, Carlos and Vanessa. “I want both Myles and Emilia. I will never let them follow a cheating father.” Hearing this, Carlos’s expression changed. He glanced at Vanessa, who looked pitiful beside him, then shouted at me harshly, “Violet, show some respect! Vanessa and I grew up together and have always loved each other. You’re the one who came between us.” I laughed coldly, “Oh really? Now that you can go back to Boston, you’re getting bold with your words? Who was it that came from a poor family, acting pitiful in front of my parents every day, even saying he’d be willing to marry into our family?” Carlos’s face flushed red. Just as he was about to retort, a childish voice interrupted, “Don’t talk about my daddy like that!” I followed the voice and saw Emilia glaring at me angrily, as if I were her mortal enemy. Then she turned to Carlos with an obedient expression, “Daddy, I want to go with you. I love you the most.” Carlos immediately straightened up and said smugly, “Did you hear that? Emilia chose me. I really don’t know how you’ve been mothering her—even your own daughter can’t stand you.” Yes, how had I been mothering her? In my previous life, I gave everything I had, only to end up with an ungrateful daughter. If that’s the case, then in this life, I’ll grant her wish and let her go with her beloved father to live her so-called “good life.” “Mom, I want you. I only recognize you as my mother in this lifetime. Besides you, I don’t want anyone else.” A warm little hand tightly grasped my trembling hand. I looked down at Myles’s innocent, pure little face, and tears I could no longer control began to fall. I don’t want Emilia anymore. In this life, I only want Myles to live healthily and happily. I raised my head and looked at the three people beaming with happiness, “Carlos, you’re really shameless. Don’t forget, you and Vanessa committed adultery during our marriage. If I report you two, you’ll both be scorned by everyone, and you might not even qualify to return to Boston.” Carlos and Vanessa’s faces instantly turned pale. After a long while, Carlos stammered, “We were husband and wife after all. Do you really have to be so ruthless? Fine, I won’t ask for child support. Just give me Emilia.” I scoffed and replied coldly, “You don’t want child support? Well, I do!” I stretched out my hand and waved it in front of him, “Five hundred dollars. Not a cent less.”
“Impossible. Myles isn’t worth that much money. If you really need the cash, I might as well take him with me too.” Carlos spoke while looking at Myles with obvious disgust. Hearing this, I could no longer contain my rage and slapped him hard across the face. His cheek immediately swelled up and turned red. Emilia shouted at me: “Bad woman! You hit my daddy! I hate you!” Before Carlos could react, Emilia had already stumbled down from her wheelchair and looked up at Carlos with an innocent expression: “Daddy, let me blow on it for you. It won’t hurt anymore…” Watching this touching father-daughter scene unfold before me, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes: “I’m not negotiating with you—I’m warning you. Besides, Myles is my precious boy, and I will never hand him over to you! If you don’t give me the money, I’ll tell everyone about your affair right now and let them judge who’s right.” With that, I made as if to leave. Vanessa immediately panicked: “Carlos, just agree to her terms, or we’ll both be ruined.” As expected, as long as Carlos and Vanessa didn’t want their reputations destroyed, they would scrape together the money for me. So the divorce and child support matters were settled smoothly. Looking at the thin divorce certificate in my hands, I let out a long sigh of relief. Carlos said: “Women are so short-sighted. You really think having five hundred dollars will change your life? You have no idea what you’re giving up.” As Carlos spoke, he scooped up Emilia, his face full of barely concealed smugness: “Emilia is a little genius. She’ll get into New York University someday and marry someone important so I can live the good life. As for you, raising such an ungrateful son—be careful you don’t live long enough to spend that money.” He finished with a sinister laugh, as if he could already foresee our fate. Emilia said: “I’ll study hard and give you a good life. I love you the most.” Watching Emilia tug at Carlos’s sleeve with that fawning expression, I smiled slightly. A cowardly, incompetent man who only wanted to steal the fruits of my previous life’s labor, and a calculating demon who could even betray her own birth mother—I was equally eager to see how they would end up. But before that, I just wanted to give Myles a good life and make up for everything I owed him in my previous life. Thinking of my last life, when I visited him in prison and saw Myles’s tear-stained face as he cried and asked why I didn’t want him, telling me how Vanessa had abused him, my heart clenched involuntarily. From now on, he would be my son alone, and in this life he only needed to grow up safe and happy. With this thought, I gently stroked Myles’s head: “Baby, from now on it’s just the two of us. It might be hard, but I promise I’ll take good care of you…” Before I could finish, Myles threw himself into my arms: “I’ll take good care of you too. As long as I can be with you, I’m not afraid of hardship.” Perhaps because I had memories from my previous life, the days I thought would be difficult gradually became fulfilling and meaningful. Slowly, we moved to Concord, and within six years, my business grew bigger and bigger, eventually expanding to Boston. I also changed Myles’s name to Jeremy Lewis. I had originally thought that Boston was so big, and six years had passed—surely I wouldn’t run into Carlos again so soon. But perhaps it really was a destined karmic connection, because I encountered the three of them dining at the restaurant I owned.
Emilia wore a fashionable princess dress, her face beaming with sweet smiles as she acted coquettishly toward Carlos. Meanwhile, Vanessa had completely lost that superior city-dweller attitude from her previous life. She looked utterly haggard, wearing clothes that were neither new nor old, appearing even worse off than rural women. Carlos kept scolding her: “What are you dawdling for? Didn’t you hear Emilia say she’s thirsty? Hurry up and bring her some water!” After the reprimand, he immediately turned to Emilia with a loving smile. The emotional shift was so abrupt that his expression looked twisted: “Sweetheart, your test scores this time are fine, right?” I watched Emilia with some surprise, never expecting that after being reborn, she would be even more outstanding by Carlos’s side than in her previous life. Emilia paused for a moment, then answered confidently: “Of course, Dad. When have I ever dropped out of the top three since I was little? Don’t worry, I’ll definitely get into the best university and give you the best life.” Carlos was extremely satisfied after hearing this. He crossed his legs smugly, his face full of pride: “Good, this month’s salary was well spent. You better remember my kindness in the future.” Emilia made another heartfelt promise, and for a moment, it was a picture of paternal love and filial devotion, warm and touching. Meanwhile, Vanessa just sat there with a dark expression, silently eating with her head down. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened during these years. In her previous life, she had been so arrogant and willful, even tormenting Myles to the point of madness, ultimately choosing to perish together with him. Yet in this life, she was allowing Emilia to boss her around. Before I could think further, a surprised voice interrupted my thoughts: “Violet? You’re really something, running off to Boston to work as a waitress. How shameless. Thank goodness our precious daughter didn’t follow you, or just thinking about it would break my heart.” I looked up to see Carlos staring at me with disgust, while Emilia’s eyes were full of disdain: “I only have a dad. I don’t have any mom.” Carlos not only didn’t criticize her but became even more smug: “That’s right, Emilia is going to marry someone important in the future. How can she have a mom who works as a restaurant waitress? Emilia, you must never acknowledge her!” After saying this, he even let out a few mocking laughs and shouted loudly: “Waitress, check please!” Watching his pretentious act, I took a deep breath and forced a fake smile: “Please pay at the cashier. Have a good day.” Seeing me bow my head, Carlos became even more pleased with himself, swaggering toward the cashier. Vanessa kept her head down, pushing Emilia’s wheelchair from behind. As they passed by me, Emilia raised her hand to cover her nose and mouth, as if I were some kind of infectious disease, her face full of disgust. However, before I could even leave the dining hall, I heard an angry roar: “What kind of restaurant is this? Three people eating and you charge a hundred dollars? Are you people crazy with poverty? Let me tell you, I’m a local, not like those outsiders. You better wise up!” Suddenly, everyone’s attention turned to the cashier. The young cashier looked aggrieved but still tried to calm Carlos down: “Sir, everything here is clearly priced. You can take a careful look – the amount is definitely correct.” She handed him a receipt, but Carlos didn’t even look at it. He swatted her hand away, his words full of threats: “I knew it. Any place that would hire that woman can’t be any good. Call your boss out here. I’m from the Tax Bureau, and I need to have a good talk with him about how to run a business.” Seeing his behavior, I walked over: “Carlos, what are you making a scene about here?” Carlos pushed me away: “Get lost. I’m talking here – when is it your turn to butt in? When your boss gets here, you’ll be the first one I have fired.” Then he started shouting again: “Where’s your boss? Where is he? If he doesn’t come out, I’ll have this place shut down tomorrow!” Carlos became more and more pleased with himself, as if he could already see the boss bowing and begging for mercy. During these years, he had used his position at the Tax Bureau to get plenty of free meals. Today was no exception. A hundred dollars for one meal? He wasn’t crazy. Spending that much money to celebrate Emilia’s good test scores was completely unreasonable. The only reason he agreed to Emilia’s request was for her future gratitude. Another reason was that he had already found out the restaurant owner was from out of town, with no connections or backing – these types of people were most afraid of trouble. Today, he would teach the owner a lesson, and naturally get plenty of benefits in the future. With this thought, Carlos became even more brazen. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed decorative items from the cashier counter, smashing them on the floor: “If your boss doesn’t come out, don’t blame me for not showing mercy! Tomorrow I’ll have people shut this place down!” “Carlos, what are you showing off for here?” An angry shout came from behind Carlos. He instinctively turned around to see his supervisor Abel Moore glaring at him furiously, and immediately panicked. After a long moment, he snapped back to reality and hurried forward with a smile: “Mr. Moore, what brings you here too? This restaurant has irregular pricing, and I was just about to handle them! We can’t have this kind of bad restaurant in our city. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take care of this matter.” After Carlos finished his fawning speech, Abel, who was usually gentle, not only didn’t respond to his flattery but pushed him away. He said to me: “Ms. Lewis, I’m truly sorry. I’ll definitely deal with Carlos properly when we get back. Please continue operating with confidence – this kind of thing will never happen again.” “Ms. Lewis? Mr. Moore, you’ve got it wrong. She’s just a lowly waitress who can’t even…” Carlos sneered as he interrupted. However, seeing Abel’s expression growing darker and darker, he suddenly froze in place, unable to say another word.
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