Part 1The Second Chance I Didn't Expect

In the morning, I had just finalized my divorce with Ethan. By the afternoon, he was on a plane back to River City with our daughter.

Looking at the divorce certificate in my hand, I realized this was all that remained of our five-year marriage.

I sold my house in Clear River and quit my job.

With that, my last traces in Clear River vanished.

On the high-speed train back to my hometown, I received a call from my daughter.

She asked why I didn't go back to River City with them.

I smiled and answered:

"Didn't you cry and scream that you didn't want me as your mother anymore?"

"Don't worry, you'll have a new mom soon."

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Returning to my hometown, I saw Grandma leaning on her cane, looking out from the doorway.

Beside her stood a cute little girl, looking at me curiously.

In the past, I would have happily hugged any child I saw.

But now, I didn't like children anymore.

Grandma told me this was the granddaughter of our neighbor, Grandma Ge.

Her son and daughter-in-law had died in an accident, leaving only this child, so she was sent to the countryside.

I nodded, feeling a flicker of sympathy, but I still didn't like children.

The little girl looked at me with big, round eyes: "Auntie, you're really pretty."

I twitched the corner of my mouth, ignored her, and helped Grandma into the house.

Grandma Ge came over a while later and took the little girl home.

In the middle of the night, the sound of an ambulance siren pierced the silence.

I opened the door to see Grandma Ge being carried into the ambulance, with the little girl standing behind, snot and tears streaming down her face.

Later, the police took the little girl away.

Two days later, Grandma sighed and told me that Grandma Ge had a heart attack and didn't make it.

I suddenly thought of that pitiful child and felt a pang of regret.

I asked Grandma: "What about the little girl? Does she have any other relatives besides Grandma Ge?"

Grandma thought for a moment and told me she seemed to have a distant uncle in the neighboring county.

I felt relieved, at least the little girl would have a place to stay.

The next morning, I opened the door and saw the little girl sitting shivering at the neighbor's door.

Obviously, the little girl's relatives were unwilling to take her in and sent her back.

Grandma looked at my face and told me she wanted to adopt the girl.

I didn't speak, but took the little girl to the police station to ask about the situation.

In the end, I went through the procedures for her, and from then on, a girl named Nina was added to my household register.