Reborn in 1970 with a Shopping Mall, I Raise My Son to Succeed

All I wanted was to enjoy a happy New Year and take my son to the biggest mall in the city to buy holiday supplies.

Who could have known that my ex-husband would show up there? Decades ago, when I was seven months pregnant, he ran off with another woman.

The shock sent me into premature labor while carrying quadruplets, and my children were all left with health problems.

The eldest was the healthiest of the four, but in those days, I was a woman raising four children alone. He was sensible for his age and always let his younger brothers have whatever food we had. As a result, he suffered from long-term malnutrition, and after he grew up, he was never without his medicine.

The second child was deaf.

The third was born with a disability in his legs and couldn’t walk normally.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t save the fourth. He died before he was even a month old.

For decades, I struggled just to feed my children, while my scumbag ex-husband never lifted a finger to help.

Even now, my children’s health problems make life very difficult for them.

And now my ex has the nerve to demand that they support him, asking each child to give him 2,000 a month. He might as well go rob someone.

He even smugly produced our marriage certificate from decades ago, claiming we were never divorced. Now that he’s back, he says I should wait on him for the rest of his life.

I searched for my ex-husband countless times over the years, but could never find him.

I never even got the chance to file for divorce.

I was so furious that I fainted right there in the mall.

But when I opened my eyes, I had somehow been reborn in the biggest mall in the city.

First, I mustn’t get upset. I need to make sure all my children are born at full term.

Second, get a divorce!

Third, raise my children well and help them make something of themselves.