One ordinary afternoon, the mall buzzed with peopleing and going. Suddenly, a familiar voles called out: “Mommy!”


    I turned to see Daniel standing not far away, much thinner than before, his eyes bloodshot.


    Susan stumbled running toward me, tears streaming down her face: “Mommy! I finally found you!”


    She had grown quite a bit, her little face filled with longing: “Mommy, I missed you so much…”


    She opened her arms to hug me, but I instinctively stepped back.


    “Mommy!” She sobbed breathlessly. “Daddy and I looked for you for so long.”


    She reached out her little hand to grab my sleeve: “I know I was wrong. Ishouldn’t have called you stinky mommy! Daddy scolded me. He told me you worked so hard at the food truck for me and got bullied by people.”


    Susan’s tears fell in big drops: “Daddy said you got burned by oil trying to pay for my treatment. Mommy, can you forgive me?<i>” </i>


    Just then, Lucas walked over carrying our son.


    The little boy called out sweetly: “Mommy!”


    Susan’s crying stopped abruptly as she stared wide–eyed at this strange little brother. Daniel’s expression instantly froze, his lips trembling but unable to speak.


    “I’m sorry,” I said calmly. “I have my own family now. Please, don’t disturb us anymore.”


    As I took my son’s hand and turned to leave, I heard Susan’s heart–wrenching cries behind me: “Mommy don’t go…”


    Later I heard that ke Enterprises hadpletely gone bankrupt.


    After I took over Reynolds Enterprises, our strategic partnerships and aggressive market expansion had systematically outmaneuvered ke’s


    core businesses.


    What Daniel didn’t know was that several of his major clients had quietly switched to us, and that the “idental” leak of ke’s financial irregrities <i>to </i>the press hadn’t been so idental after all.


    The irony wasn’t lost on me–the woman he’d kept in the dark about money had be the architect of his financial ruin.


    As for Serena Mitchell, she’d vanished the moment Daniel’s fortune disappeared, alreadytched onto some other wealthy man’s arm. The influencer who’d once mocked my “street food” was now just another forgotten face in the endless cycle of social media.


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    I anonymously sent them money–enough to send Susan abroad to study. After putting down my phone, my son bounced into the room: “Mommy, y with me!”


    “Of course.” I smiled and picked him up, the sunlight streaming perfectly through the window.


    Those past wounds had finally turned to passing clouds.