On a stormy night, my daughter Nannan was still fighting for her life in the ICU, while at home I caught my husband cheating with my best friend in my bed.
My husband thought our child was a burden and even hoped she wouldn’t make it.
In that moment, my world shattered.
My in-laws said, “You’ve been freeloading for five years,” while my parents urged me, “Don’t be foolish. Go back and apologize.”
No one knew that Nannan, the daughter they had written off for dead, had become the one spark that could help me rise from the depths of despair.
I took my child with me and honed my skills amid flowers and tears.
I went from working at a flower shop to building a floral retail chain that spread across the whole city.
When Chen Zhe and Lili knelt in front of my newly opened flagship store, weeping and begging for forgiveness, I was raising a glass with the partners who had fought alongside me.
In the glass’s reflection, the woman they had once trampled into the mud now shone brilliantly.
I finally understood: true redemption isn’t about forgiving others. It’s about making yourself strong enough that you don’t need to.
Not bad, it's more in line with real life. Without cheats, there will be no rebirth.