At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Hearing these words from her two sons filled He Qiaoyun with resentment and heartbreak.

She took care of them tirelessly, supported their education, and wore the same clothes for three years at a time.

On the contrary, they live a respectable life and always say that she is just making things difficult for herself.

Back then, when her eldest son wanted to study art in high school, she supported him without hesitation, spending lavishly on it, hiring the best teachers and sending him to the most expensive art studios.

Fortunately, he lived up to expectations and was admitted to the most expensive art school.

She thought she had finally made it through, but she didn't expect that the expenses of going to university would be even greater, and she would give several thousand yuan in living expenses every month without hesitation.

Compared to the eldest son, the second son was much less of a worry. He didn't go to an art college, but his grades were so bad that he could only attend an ordinary private third-tier university, and the high tuition fees were another big expense.

She scrimped and saved to send them to university, asking for nothing more than that her children be happy and not be held back by their family, so that they would not end up achieving nothing.

Later, when they reached the age to get married, she had to empty her savings to buy them a wedding house and hold a wedding.

Once they each had children, she became their unpaid nanny, taking turns caring for their children.

I've been busy for most of my life, with no time for myself, but seeing my children grow up healthy, get married, and establish their own careers brings me sweetness.

Now, this beautiful facade has been ruthlessly torn away, and everything she did was just wishful thinking and self-pity, ultimately ending up as nothing more than unreasonable fuss.

ridiculous.

sad.

He Qiaoyun steadied her breathing and coldly questioned her two sons: "So, you both knew about Wang Jinghuai's existence, and you knew that your father was having an affair behind my back, right?!"

Xu Feichi and Xu Xiucheng avoided eye contact, looking somewhat guilty.

"Mom, stop making a fuss, let's go back."

"Yes, everyone's watching."

He Qiaoyun broke free from them, her eyes red-rimmed, and laughed, "Good, good, you are truly my good sons!"

"Today, everyone, be my witnesses. I'm divorcing Xu Hui. He cheated on me and will leave with nothing! Furthermore, he will pay back all the money he spent on his mistress, Wang Jinghuai, over the years!"

Wang Jinghuai was the first to get angry, "Who are you calling a mistress! Don't spew nonsense! If you were dead, would it be wrong for Xu Hui to remarry?"

He Qiaoyun's cold gaze swept over Wang Jinghuai. "Shut up. This is a conversation between husband and wife. What right do you, a mistress, have to interfere?"

Many of the women in the audience, deeply affected by their husbands' infidelity, spoke up:

"Exactly, it's justified to be a mistress."

"If I were you, I would have run away long ago. How dare you stand there and get in my way? You shameless thing."

"Whether he is really dead or faked, it is wrong to hold a wedding at this time. It is a sin."

"You're all going to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Xu Hui became agitated upon hearing that he would be left with nothing. "He Qiaoyun, why should I be left with nothing? Wasn't it right for you to fake your death?"

"You disregard all propriety, morality, and shame, so why can't I fake my death!"

She was actually dead, after all, there was a death certificate from a reputable top-tier hospital.

I don't know why I came back to life.

Did even Heaven think he shouldn't have died like that?

Perhaps.

Heaven gave her a second chance at life. She wanted to live for herself and no longer wanted to compromise herself for the sake of her so-called family...

She left the wedding venue with her daughter, ignoring Xu Hui's shouts behind her, without turning back.

As she walked out of the wedding, she asked her daughter, "Hemei, do you think Mom embarrassed herself today?"

Of her three children, her youngest daughter, Xu Hemei, was the least worrisome. She inherited all of their best traits, was well-behaved from a young age, and didn't need any supervision in her studies. She was admitted to a medical university that all the elders praised, and after graduating with her bachelor's degree, she was recommended for postgraduate studies and almost went on to get a doctorate.

The only thing that worries her is that this girl is obsessed with love. She actually gave up her own doctoral studies because her boyfriend failed the entrance exam, and they got married hastily this summer.

What a pity.

Xu Hemei shook her head. "Mom, I don't feel ashamed. Even if you don't make a scene, I will. They've gone too far! I support your decision to divorce."

He Qiaoyun patted her hand with relief, "Thank you for understanding your mother."

"By the way, where's Duan Fei?"

Xu Hemei forced a smile, "I had to go back to the hospital. There was a patient waiting for me."

He Qiaoyun couldn't say anything. "You should go back too. I need to go and prepare for the funeral."

Xu Hemei gazed at her and slowly spoke, "Mom, are you really... faking your death, as they say? But that's too far beyond scientific understanding. What method did you use?"

It's worth noting that she personally received her mother's death certificate.

He Qiaoyun couldn't explain it either. After a long while, she said, "What does Heaven want? Don't you want Mom to live?"

Xu Hemei reached out and hugged her. "Mom, this feels like a dream. It's so good that you can still talk to me."

He Qiaoyun gently patted her daughter's back, "This time, Mom will live for herself."

The two then parted ways.

He Qiaoyun spent most of the afternoon explaining to relatives and friends that she was not dead, and went to the police station to apply for the restoration of her household registration.