My Daughter Liked Her Stepmother, So I Fulfilled Her Wish

My daughter Cora Baker liked her stepmother Selena Wilson, and I chose to help her.

In my previous life, my husband Jason Baker betrayed me and had an affair with Selena.

I gave up all my property and only asked for custody of Cora.

I put all my efforts into training her to become a famous painter.

However, she burst into tears in front of reporters at the exhibition.

She accused me of mentally torturing her and making her live a bad life.

When I was lying in the hospital due to overwork, Cora and Selena pulled out my oxygen tube while chatting and laughing.

"Go to hell, old woman."

When I opened my eyes again, I coldly watched Cora crying and begging me to give her another chance.

I stroked her face gently.

Then, without mercy, I slapped her hard in the face.

...

My phone rang, and it was Cora's painting training teacher.

"Mrs. Baker, Cora's training is about to begin. The fee is 170 thousand dollars.

"I have told you this before. You can come over and pay the money when you are free."

I thought about it and immediately found out that I was reborn.

I went back to before Cora's training camp.

In my previous life, her academic performance was not good, but she inherited from me a good talent for painting.

So after discussing it with her, I decided to send her to study painting. In that case, she would be admitted to an art school.

However, she couldn't stand the boring training and quarreled with me every day.

She even hit me.

I tried to persuade her, but I didn't even dare to speak loudly in front of her.

After a few years, she was admitted to an art school and also held a solo exhibition.

Her painting could be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and she lived a carefree life.

However, when the reporters interviewed her, she complained about me with tears.

"You don't know how much I have suffered.

"My mother is a pervert. She controls me every day, not allowing me to meet my biological father or have normal social interactions.

"She locked me up in a small studio and tortured me mentally endlessly."

The reporters all shed tears and felt sorry for her.

I was cursed and blamed by everyone.

Cora's interviews were played on a loop in various videos.

Finally, due to overwork and anger, I was admitted to the hospital.

Cora came to see me with the mistress Selena.

They were wearing the latest coats and carrying expensive bags.

Selena poked my forehead with her hand.

"Maria, you are so poor. Just die peacefully. I will treat Cora as my own daughter."

Cora pulled out my oxygen tube and said viciously, "Go to hell, old woman. I have a mother now, not an old woman like you."

I looked at my daughter with sadness as I breathed my last with my eyes open.

Now, as I listened to the voice on the phone asking me to pay the training fee, I hung up the phone.

Since I couldn't get Cora's gratitude even if I tried so hard, I wouldn't try to please her anymore.

Cora came back with her schoolbag and kicked the drawing board on the wall angrily.

"You are annoying. I've already told you that I don't want to paint.

"Can you please stop controlling my life?"

I could recite these sentences.

Ignoring her, I took a bottle of milk that I would never drink in my previous life.

Over the years, I took good care of Cora and treated her well.

My husband Jason had a mistress behind my back a long time ago and even had a son with her.

He never paid any attention to Cora.

It was precisely because he didn't care about Cora that Cora liked him very much.

She felt happy because Jason ignored her. On the contrary, I supervised her studies every day and prevented her from falling in love too early.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Cora came over and pulled my hair.

She yelled at me, "Do you hear me, you old woman? I don't want to learn to paint."

I finished the milk and slapped her in the face.

She was stunned. In the past few years, I always treated her like the apple of my eye and would never hit her.

She wanted to hit me, but I easily grabbed her wrist.

"Cora, listen carefully. From today on, you can do whatever you want. I will not care about you anymore."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Are you serious?"

I shook off her hand and started packing up the expensive drawing board, easel, brushes and paints.

Finally, I threw all of them into the trash can.

Seeing that I threw these things, Cora finally believed it.

She smiled happily.

"Then I'm out. You said you wouldn't care about me."

"Yes. You don't have to tell me where you want to go.

"By the way, call your cheating father and ask him to come back. I have something to discuss with him."

Cora was even happier and ran out in a hurry.

As I expected, half an hour later, Cora brought Jason back with her, and Jason's mistress, Selena, also shamelessly came.

There was full of provocation on Selena's face.

"Selena, please sit down. This chair is mine, not that of the old woman. It's clean."

Cora brought Selena her own chair, which I was not allowed to touch.

She called Selena affectionately.

In her eyes, I was an old woman and a pervert.

But Selena was her idol, who always wore heavy makeup and skimpy clothes, looking very sexy.

"Maria, why did you ask me to come back?" Jason asked.

I looked at this cheating man. In my previous life, all my attention was on my family, and gradually, I stopped dressing myself up.

Jason was seduced by Selena.

When I bought beef, he scolded me for being wasteful. But when Selena wanted a bag for more than ten thousand dollars, he would buy it for her without hesitation.

I was angry, but I was afraid that it would affect Cora's studies, so I endured it.

I endured them calling each other honey in public and having a son.

I even endured them saying bad things about me in front of Cora, and in the end, they watched me get hit to death together.

Thinking of these things, I took out the divorce agreement.

"Jason, let's get a divorce. This is an agreement. Just sign it."

Selena took the divorce agreement quickly.

As she read it, she frowned.

"Maria, are you kidding?"