I used to be a virgin, pure and simple. I didn't dare to fight or fight for anything, and ultimately I hurt the people I love most and myself. It wasn't until I died that I realized that my whole life felt like a joke. I made wedding dresses for others. I hated them, and I also hated myself. It was my kindness and tolerance that caused these people to hurt me throughout my life, and I hated myself. I never imagined that everything could be repeated. I went back to that time. Although a lot had happened, it was not too late and there was still time. I worked hard to accompany my husband, but as a result, my son brought back an illegitimate daughter when he was just one year old. I endured it and treated both children as if they were my own. As a result, my biological son felt that I was partial, his character became more and more crooked, and he had a bad temper, and he became a helpless man. The illegitimate daughter has secretly contacted her mother, and has been destroying the relationship between me and my husband since she was a child. She framed me and asked my husband to divorce me, and made my children a stepping stone for her. My family values boys over girls and wants me to be a supporter of my younger brother. I worked hard to get my younger brother into the company, but ended up getting into trouble constantly and diverting a lot of company funds, which became the trigger for my husband and me to divorce. My husband, I found out at the end, he was still the same man who loved me before, and the illegitimate daughter was not his. He was framed by his friends to have a child, but because he was unwilling to remarry after the divorce, he was obsessed with me, so he was killed by that daughter, so that she could get all the inheritance.