Reborn The Factory Director's Wife Wants a DivorceChapter 1 The Coldest Winter
For miles around, everyone knew me as the epitome of a virtuous wife. Capable, accommodating, endlessly patient.
When Justin Farley's widowed sister-in-law, Brooklyn Simmons, brought her son to stay with us, her gaze lingered greedily on the master bedroom.
"This room is so spacious, so bright," she murmured. "If we could stay here, perhaps Tommy could forget the pain of losing his father, just for a little while..."
Justin hesitated, conflict flickering in his eyes. I didn't wait for him to choose. I simply smiled, gathered my bedding, and moved toward the door.
"It's fine. I'll squeeze in with my son."
The heaviest snow of the year fell today. Justin took the factory vehicle to pick up our son, Carter, from school.
But when Brooklyn's son started wailing about the cold, the car suddenly didn't have enough room. Only two passenger seats.
My son didn't argue. He smiled—heartbreakingly understanding for a child—and shouldered his backpack, stepping into the white drifts.
"It's okay, Dad. I can walk home."
The neighbors praised me as a saint and marveled at how sensible my son was. I only smiled. They didn't know the truth: my son and I had both been reborn.
In my previous life, Justin's blatant favoritism toward Brooklyn and Tommy drove me to divorce him. Shortly after I left, Carter was diagnosed with leukemia. Desperate, I swallowed my pride and begged Justin for money, begged him to find a bone marrow match.
He accused me of faking the illness to extort him and kicked me out.
In this life, I no longer hoped for his love. I didn't want his heart. I only wanted him to fulfill his duty as a father—to secure the resources my son deserved. To ensure Carter survived.
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When Carter finally stumbled through the door, slush filled his shoes and his clothes were soaked through. His small face was flushed crimson, his skin burning—just like before.
Yet he forced the corners of his mouth up. "I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry."
My chest tightened. Tears pricked my eyes as I peeled the wet clothes from his shivering body and fed him fever reducers. Memories of our past life crashed over me.