When my wife refused to acknowledge our daughter at the sports day, I divorced her on the spot Chapter 08
Her makeup was ruined by tears.
“This is fake! He made it all up! I never betrayed you, Mu Jun…”
At that moment, my daughter’s wounds had been fully treated by the school nurse. She walked over slowly and stood quietly behind my legs, watching her mother’s wretched state.
Liang Mei froze for a second, then quickly reacted. She crawled forward, sobbing pitifully, and reached out to grab my daughter’s little hand.
“Tian-Tian, Mommy knows she was wrong. Today, I’m the one who let you down. I promised to come to the sports day with you, but I broke my promise.”
She cried as she spoke:
“Mommy will take you everywhere from now on, okay? I’ll never ignore you again. You’re my most precious baby.”
My daughter’s lips quivered, as if she was moved by Liang Mei’s words.
Liang Mei’s eyes lit up with hope. She sat up and opened her arms.
“Sweetheart, let Mommy hug you, okay?”
My daughter stared at her, unconsciously taking a small step forward.
Liang Mei’s tears flowed freely as she grew more emotional, her performance growing more dramatic:
“Mommy has always loved you. It’s just that Hao never had a mommy, and I felt so sorry for him. You can understand Mommy, can’t you?”
My daughter’s eyes dimmed. She was utterly disappointed. She looked up at me and said earnestly:
“Daddy, I don’t want this mommy anymore.”
“She only wants to be Zhu Hao’s mommy.”
“No…”
Liang Mei was struck as if by lightning, her face drained of color, unable to bear the pain.
As I turned to leave, she lunged at me, gripping my arm tightly, her nails digging into my skin.
“Mu Jun, let’s go home together. Tian-Tian needs her mommy…”
I shook her off and looked at the woman who had once entranced me, now feeling only disgust.
“Needs a mommy? Needs a mommy to watch her be called a ‘motherless bastard’? Needs a mommy to tie someone else’s shoelaces?”
“From now on, you can be with your precious first love, live happily ever after, and raise his ex-wife’s child as your own. That’s great—you treat him better than your own daughter.”
“That’s enough. Stop bothering me. Get lost.”
Ignoring her desperate, pleading gaze, I took my daughter’s hand and walked away without looking back.
As we passed Zhu Hao, I tore the red ribbon off his face and offered it to my daughter.
“This is yours. What’s yours will always be yours.”
My daughter didn’t take it. She looked at me seriously and said:
“If someone else has touched it, I don’t want it anymore.”
“It’s dirty.”
Three months later, on a weekend…
I was planting sunflowers with Tian-Tian in the backyard of our new villa when Meng Xuan hurried over with a file.
“Zhu Yang was caught on camera digging through trash in the slums yesterday.”
He opened a video on his phone. Zhu Yang, disheveled and filthy, was gnawing on a moldy piece of bread.
“After his company went bankrupt, he owed loan sharks. The debt collectors burned Zhu Hao’s schoolbooks.”
After I left that day, Liang Mei and Zhu Yang had fought right in front of everyone. Liang Mei almost killed Zhu Yang in her rage and was arrested by the police for attempted murder. She was sentenced to five years in prison.
Truly, evil begets evil. Sometimes, justice is just delayed.
I turned around and saw Tian-Tian holding up a video from the orphan children we’d helped.
Twenty little girls, each wearing a butterfly hair clip Tian-Tian had sent, were dancing in front of the new library we’d built for them.
“Next week, let’s go to the library’s opening ceremony,” I said, smiling as I ruffled her hair.
She nodded happily, her eyes shining with excitement.
A new chapter had begun for us—one filled with warmth, hope, and the promise of a brighter future.
“Should we paint a mural?” I wiped a smear of paint from her nose. “You said you wanted to teach them how to paint stars that glow.”
Tian-Tian pulled a small tin box from her backpack. Inside were sparkling diamonds. “If we use the money from these, can we get Nina her cleft lip surgery?” She pointed to a girl in the video—her best friend at the orphanage, born with a cleft lip.
“Of course, we can,” I replied.
“Can we go to Norway next week to see the Northern Lights?” I ruffled her bangs. “You promised to paint a starry sky curtain for the orphanage.”
She jumped up excitedly and accidentally tipped over a bucket of paint. Blue and purple spilled across the ground like a spilled galaxy.
“We have to bring a hundred boxes of crayons! Nina said they’ve never seen the Northern Lights before, but they’ve seen shooting stars flying through the sky—I want to paint the lights in the color of starry night sky!”
The sound of cicadas filled the air, and the past was truly left behind.
In my daughter’s and my future, there was only steady, unshakable happiness.
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