At the Celebration Banquet, My Daughter Called the Mistress Mom

My good husband's beloved first love got promoted.

He ordered me to cook a feast to celebrate for her.

At the dinner table, our daughter pushed away the shrimp I'd peeled for her and gazed at his beloved with stars in her eyes.

"Auntie Su, I wish you were my mom."

I took off my apron.

Then I calmly nodded. "Good idea. She can have my place."

That night, I left the divorce papers behind and disappeared without a trace.

Later, my ex-husband saw an interview with me in a financial magazine.

He called me like a madman. "Jingfang, come back. The kids know they were wrong..."

I chuckled. "What does that have to do with me? I'm someone else's wife now."