Reborn Without You: A Mother's Second Chance

When I was getting divorced, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter.

It was because on the day we went to the court to file for divorce, she clung to her father's neck and cried, "Bad mommy, bad mommy, I hate mommy!"

"If you insist on divorcing daddy, I'll stay with him and let you grow old alone!"

In my previous life, I ignored her childish threats and fought for custody. I raised her with all my heart.

But she hated me her whole life, never calling me mom again until the day I died.

On her wedding day, she even invited her father's mistress on stage to give a speech of thanks.

When I opened my eyes again and saw that malicious little face in front of me, I nodded indifferently, "Fine by me. I don't want an unlikable child anyway."

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"Fine by me. I don't want an unlikable child anyway."

As soon as I said this, the two people in front of me froze as if struck by lightning.

They looked at me in disbelief.

Jack was stunned for a moment, then reacted and started cursing at me.

"What nonsense are you spouting in front of the child!"

I glanced at Annie, who was hiding in his arms, and repeated, "I said if she doesn't want to stay with me, that's fine. I don't want such an unlikable child either."

"If you still don't understand, I can say it more clearly."

"I. Don't. Want. Her."

I enunciated each word forcefully.

As soon as I finished speaking, Annie, who had been burying her head and throwing a tantrum to try to force me to change my mind, suddenly looked up.

She looked at me and burst into loud sobs.

Her face was covered in tears and snot.

"Bad mommy, bad mommy, I hate mommy!"

She cried while struggling in Jack's arms.

She almost fell.

Jack had no choice but to lower his head and frantically try to comfort the child.

"Mommy's just joking. She carried you for nine months, gave birth to you, and took care of you. How could she not want you?"

"We all know you're her favorite."

Under his gentle coaxing, Annie's cries gradually subsided.

She clung to Jack's arms like an octopus, tightly hugging his neck, and asked in a small voice, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Don't you want to ask your mom yourself?"

Jack comforted her while giving me meaningful looks, wanting me to take the child and comfort her.

Annie also looked over with tear-filled eyes, full of expectation.

But I remained unmoved, not even raising an eyelid.

Still maintaining that cold attitude.

Annie seemed to have been stung, her mouth twisted as if she was about to cry again.

Jack lost his patience and glared at me with a dark face, "What's wrong with you? It's bad enough you want a divorce, but now you don't even want the child?"

"Are you still fit to be a mother!"

I sneered and said indifferently, "Wasn't she the one who said she didn't want me as her mother first? Of course I have to respect her wishes."

Annie's small body stiffened for a moment, then she glared at me fiercely.

She shouted, "You were the one who didn't want me and daddy first!"

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