WHEN A MOTHER FINALLY HEARS THE TRUTH

Yunxi POV

(Mother of Wei Ling and Xiao Mei)

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I discovered Yichen’s betrayal on a day I will never forget.

He had taken a mistress—and worse, he had secretly transferred most of the Lin family’s assets to her. By the time I uncovered the truth, the once-proud head of the Lin family was already drowning in debt.

There was nothing left to save.

I proposed a divorce immediately.

When the papers were ready, I handed them to him without hesitation.

“I want custody of both girls,” I said calmly.

Yichen refused.

He insisted that after the divorce, the girls would choose for themselves.

I agreed.

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When the question was finally placed before them, I already knew what I expected.

Wei Ling would follow me. I had devoted almost my entire life to her—caring for her, indulging her, protecting her.

As for Xiaomei…

I thought she would follow Yichen.

After all, since she returned to the Lin family, I had rarely given her the attention she deserved.

But reality struck me harder than any blow.

Wei Ling chose Yichen.

And Xiaomei—my quiet, overlooked daughter—walked straight toward me.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

When she sat beside me, her hand clutching the edge of my sleeve, something deep in my chest shattered. I pulled her into my arms tightly.

“I promise you,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “I will give you a better life.”

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Then—

I heard a voice.

Xiaomei doesn’t have much time left.

My heart stopped.

The only way for her to survive…

I froze.

The voice was clear—too clear. Yet it wasn’t spoken aloud. I searched the room, my pulse pounding, but no one else reacted.

Before I could make sense of it, the voice continued, calm and distant, as if explaining fate itself.

Xiaomei hadn’t opened her mouth.

And yet… I could hear her.

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I didn’t understand what was happening.

I only knew that from that moment on, something about my daughter was different.

Later, her thoughts surfaced again—soft, guarded, filled with pain far too deep for a child her age. She spoke of betrayal. Of regret. Of a past that should not exist.

She said she had already lived once before.

And that this time, she had chosen me.

My arms tightened around her without thinking.

If what I was hearing was real—

If even half of it was true—

Then my daughter had suffered far more than I could ever imagine.

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Once the divorce papers were signed, I did not hesitate again.

I took Xiaomei upstairs. We packed our belongings quickly and quietly. I did not look back at the Lin family home—not even once.

As we stepped outside, I made a silent vow:

No matter what secrets my daughter carried…

No matter what future awaited us…