Rebirth: Sending the Man Who Abused Me To PrisonChapter 1 I Live for My Daughter

1

Before I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I first filed for divorce.

In front of the civil affairs bureau, the sky was overcast, and a chilly wind was blowing.

My ex-husband, Ethan Hunter, pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing, while our thirteen-year-old daughter held my hand, pleading, "Mom, please don't divorce Dad, okay?"

In my previous life, it was the pleading look in her eyes that softened my heart, causing me to miss the only chance I had to escape the nightmare.

I ended up swallowing my pain and continued to endure Ethan's increasingly rampant alcoholism and domestic violence.

Finally, after my daughter got into college, I brought up divorce once more.

This time, not only was Ethan unwilling, but our daughter also strongly opposed it, asking, "Do you still want this family?"

She even threatened to jump off a building.

After she finished her graduate exams, I made up my mind to secretly file for divorce, hoping to escape and start living separately. I thought I had finally made it out, but she revealed my address to Ethan, giving him the opportunity to confront me, which led to a tragic argument where I was fatally stabbed.

Pushing away the painful memories, I said coldly, "Sophie, you're not a child anymore. Some things require you to think with your brain."

"Mom, which family doesn't have conflicts? If you just endure it, it will pass! Are you really going to be so selfish and break up our family?!"

She had been so well protected that she could still speak such nonsense. All she wanted was a false sense of dignity, never considering my feelings.

After receiving the divorce certificate, I said softly, "This is your last chance. Do you want to come with me?"

She bit her lip, firmly standing in front of me like a child throwing a tantrum, holding onto Ethan.

I nodded and resolutely walked away.

2

Sophie Hunter is the person I loved most in my previous life.

So when I learned that she had betrayed me, the pain in my heart was sharper than any knife.

From the moment she was born, her paternal grandmother despised her for being a girl, and her father was indifferent to her. Yet, as I watched her angelic face while she slept, I vowed to give my best to this little darling.