Rebirth: Full-time Mother's Revenge

That evening, I was busy submitting my revised resume on various job sites.

After spending over a decade as a full-time mom, pouring all my energy into this family, I ended up dying with no peace.

This time, I'm living for myself.

Before becoming a full-time mom, I was a supervisor in the finance department and had passed the intermediate accountant certification.

But after not working for over a decade, I was still nervous.

I told myself, "I've faced death. What is there left to fear?" Then I clicked the mouse and sent out my resume.

My husband, David Green, called, immediately questioning me.

"Gloria Jones, don't overreact. Michael just talked a bit more with a girl at school. What makes you think he's in a relationship?"

It turns out that Teacher Brown, out of concern for Michael, had spoken to him again and mentioned that my opinion aligned with the teacher's.

So, Michael called his father to complain.

"You're just a housewife. What do you know about young love?"

"You're suffocating our son. Did you know that? He feels suffocated every time he comes home."

I cut off his rant.

"From now on, you take care of Michael's studies and life. I'm done."

David angrily hung up the phone, thinking I was threatening him.

In my previous life, I had already discovered that David was having an affair around this time.

Fearing that this would affect Michael's studies, I kept silent.

Even when I caught them in bed together, I begged them not to make it public until after Michael's college entrance exam.

But David, ignoring my pleas, began considering divorce.

I begged him not to divorce me, but he was unmoved.

Desperate, I sought out the mistress and begged her to leave David, not to ruin my family or destroy the image of a father in my son's eyes.

To ensure my son could get into a good university, I was willing to sacrifice my dignity and pride.

Eventually, the mistress couldn't withstand my persistence and left him.

But I didn't expect that my endless concessions would only bring deep harm.

The call ended, and I noticed Michael standing at the door with his backpack. I didn't know how long he had been standing there.

He stared at me with a face full of anger, as if he were looking at an enemy.

In the past, I thought his impatience and anger toward me were due to the pressure of studying.

Now I realize he truly hates me, but I don't know where this hatred comes from.

"Why did you tell Teacher Brown in the office that I'm in a relationship? There's nothing between Victoria and me."

"From childhood to adulthood, all you ever talk about is studying. Do you know how sick of it I am?"

"You make me feel suffocated. Do you understand that? Do you even know what that feels like?"

"Victoria is just a friend who helps me relax. Only she can help me escape the suffocation you bring."

"I'm just your son, not a study machine for you to control."

Watching Michael's high-frequency outburst, I coldly stared at him.

"If I suffocate you so much, then from now on, you live your life as you wish. I've already told your father and he will take care of your studies and life from now on."

"Your every decision from here on out has nothing to do with me."

"And starting tomorrow, I won't be bringing you lunch anymore. You'll eat at the cafeteria, and there won't be any more late-night snacks. You'll have to handle that yourself."

I said this with a firm tone, and it wasn't just to scare Michael.

Michael is my only child. In my previous life, I poured all my heart and soul into him, taking care of every detail.

Because I knew how tough the competition would be in the future, and I'd faced struggles in my career due to a lack of family support.

For Michael's sake, I quit my job to focus on raising him.

While other kids were still learning to talk, Michael could already recite multiple poems.

To find his interests, I enrolled him in numerous classes, learning alongside him so I could help him when needed.

Life doesn't offer an easy path. Every step must be taken carefully.

I believed that with me by his side, he wouldn't feel so alone on his journey.

I wanted my child's path to be smoother and easier, but I was wrong.

"You're just threatening me. I don't need you to manage me. I like my dad, and I don't care about eating in the cafeteria," Michael shouted loudly before storming back to his room.

I let out a breath.

Michael still thought I was speaking out of anger.