I died unexpectedly in childbirth, only to wake up fifteen years later. On my first day back, I discovered that the daughter I died giving birth to was being tormented by my husband's supposed "White Moonlight" and her daughter. My husband himself had transformed into a 'Zen Master' of the New York elite, perpetually shrouded in incense smoke and detached from the world. So, I grabbed him by the hair, slapped him three times, and coldly stated, "Is this how you mourn me, Ethan?" 1 I struggled to open my eyes and found myself standing right next to my old high school. There were a few pedestrians on the sidewalk, some glancing curiously at my dazed state. Ten minutes later, staring up at the sky, I had to face the facts. I hadn't just been reborn; I'd jumped fifteen years into the future. Gathering myself, I borrowed a phone from a stranger and called my late husband, Ethan Shaw. After a few rings, the call connected. “Hello, who is this?” The familiar male voice came through the speaker—still smooth, but with a deeper, more magnetic maturity than before. My nose stung. Tears welled up as I said, choked with emotion, “Ethan Shaw, it’s Sophia Hayes. I know this is hard to believe, but I think I… time-traveled? I'm near our old high school now. Just come pick me up.” A long silence followed on the other end. Just as I was about to say something to lighten the mood, the man on the phone suddenly sneered, his voice laced with scorn: “I don’t know where you people got my number, but tell whoever is behind you to come up with a better trick next time. Thinking you can fool me just by imitating her voice? How pathetic. Have some dignity.” Ethan’s unexpected verbal assault stunned me. My fingers went cold, and then uncontrollable fury boiled up. Ignoring where I was, I lashed out: “Ethan, are you serious right now? You can’t tell the difference between your own wife’s voice and a fake? You’ve wasted the last fifteen years, haven't you?” The line went silent. I continued my rant: “I don’t care where you’re messing around. I’m telling you, if you’re not here in half an hour, you better clean up your own mess and die!” With that, I hung up. The stranger stared at me in shock. I offered her an apologetic smile and handed back the phone. She took it, hesitated, then asked: “Excuse me… are you looking for Ethan Shaw from Shaw Industries? I’m sorry, but you had it on speaker, and his voice sounded familiar…” I paused, then nodded, asking tentatively: “You know him?” She let out a breath and waved her hand, saying: “Everyone in this city knows the Shaw Prince.” 2 Seeing my curiosity and assuming I was a friend of Ethan’s, her gossip antenna went up. She eagerly spilled the tea: “After Mrs. Shaw died giving birth, she left behind one daughter. Everyone thought Mr. Shaw would remarry soon, especially since his 'White Moonlight' made a huge deal about moving back to the country. But after growing Shaw Industries into a giant, Mr. Shaw just… announced he was giving up worldly life. No one knows where he is, though he occasionally shows up at the annual corporate gala. But I heard…” “Heard what?” I prompted. The stranger paused, then continued: “Well, this is just a rumor, but they say Mr. Shaw and his 'White Moonlight' are getting back together soon. Everyone’s betting he’ll come out of his spiritual retreat for her. After all, she’s the big-time actress, Holly Green. What man could resist that?” I raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh. “Looks like I showed up just in time for Ethan’s wedding cake.” The stranger saw the dark look on my face, realized she’d overshared, quickly took her phone, and scurried off. Two shocks in a row right after I time-traveled. I felt the sadness hit me hard. If Ethan and his 'White Moonlight' were truly soulmates, I wouldn't interfere. I didn't have the right to expect him to mourn me for fifteen years. But I hadn't even seen my daughter yet. I had no idea how she was doing. Based on what I knew about Ethan, he'd probably send her to our alma mater. Getting out of the taxi, the familiar school gates came into view. Suddenly, I heard a commotion. I looked up and saw a group of bleached-blond delinquents roughhousing and cornering a small, meek, short-haired girl near the school entrance. It was clearly bullying. I frowned. This was supposed to be the city's top private academy. How could this be happening? For some reason, the short-haired girl looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't help but follow them. The group led the girl into a secluded alley. The leader, a girl with a pretty, innocent face, did something shocking. She kicked the short-haired girl right in the stomach. The girl crumpled to the ground, crying out in pain. The leader sneered: “I hear Uncle Ethan got you some super expensive birthday present. Hand it over so we can all see it.” The short-haired girl hugged her backpack tightly, trembling. “I can’t do that!” The leader kicked her again, her face twisting with a malice that didn't suit her age. She spat at the girl and hissed: “Anna Shaw, don’t be an idiot!” The moment I heard the name, my heart seized up. Anna Shaw… Ethan and I had agreed on that name for our child, whether it was a boy or a girl. I looked sharply at the girl on the ground. Even with her heavy, short hair obscuring her face, I could see the bright, familiar eyes. That spitting image of me! Who else could it be but my daughter? Just then, the tall girl looked down and ordered the others: “Grab her backpack! Then strip her clothes off. This time, we’ll teach her a lesson for disrespecting me!” 3 My eyes narrowed. The last shred of my sanity burned away in a flash of pure rage. I wanted to tear these bullies limb from limb. Oh, Ethan Shaw. This is how my daughter spends her days, huh? I snatched a wooden stick from beside a dumpster, rushed forward, shoved through the crowd, and shielded Anna. The tall girl jumped when she saw my face. Then, as if triggered, she yelled: “This doesn’t concern you, old lady! Buzz off before we beat you too!” “Save your breath,” I said coldly. “None of you are getting away.” A bunch of overgrown kids. When I rescued Ethan from kidnappers single-handedly, these punks hadn’t even been born. I casually stretched my muscles. Thank goodness my body was still in its twenties; otherwise, this might actually be a challenge. A few minutes later, the blond delinquents were sprawled on the ground, whimpering. I planted my heel firmly on the leader’s face and twisted, but it still didn't satisfy me. I delivered two hard kicks to her stomach. That squared the score for the kicks she gave my daughter. The leader was spitting blood and twitching, her high-and-mighty attitude gone. She slurred: “My mom… my mom won’t let you get away with this! Uncle Ethan won’t either!” “Ooh, who’s your mom?” I enjoyed watching her humiliation. “Tell me all about her. I want to see which major tramp raised this little tramp.” “Her mom… her mom is Holly Green,” Anna, who had been shaking behind me, finally managed to say a complete sentence. She carefully tugged my jacket and said anxiously: “Please, ma’am, you have to leave! If her mom finds out, you’ll be in danger…” Hearing that name again, my heart sank. I knew exactly why my daughter was the way she was now. I pulled Anna into a fierce hug, gently stroked her soft hair, and whispered: “Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy’s here to protect you.” Anna’s eyes widened slightly. She whispered back: “Mommy… are you… Mommy?” Mother and daughter, connected by an unspoken bond. It often doesn't need words, just a look. Anna instantly believed that the powerful, beautiful woman standing before her was her mother. I helped Anna slowly walk out of the dark alley, only to run straight into an unwelcome guest. “Dad… why are you here?” Anna asked timidly. 4 Speak of the devil. I looked up. The man in front of me looked almost the same, only broader and with a more mature, composed demeanor. It was as if fifteen years had only left a speck of dust on him. “Ethan Shaw, long time no see,” I said coolly. Ethan’s eyes went red the moment he saw me. He reached out a trembling hand, trying to touch my face. The moment he made contact, he jerked his hand back as if burned, staring at me in confusion: “Sophia… it’s really you. You’re back.” Feeling my daughter’s grip tighten on my arm, my expression hardened. Ethan clearly felt uncomfortable under my gaze, finally realizing the situation. The tall girl, beaten senseless behind him, crawled toward Ethan like he was her savior, weakly begging him to save her and kill the evil woman who attacked her. Ethan frowned, looking at the girl on the ground, his voice tinged with irritation: “Not you again?” I cut him off: “So? Are you going to kill me to avenge your 'White Moonlight'?” Ethan frowned deeper: “What 'White Moonlight'? Don't you know who I am?” “I don't care who you are. Ethan Shaw, you have utterly disappointed me.” With that, I walked past him, pulling Anna along. Ethan violently grabbed my arm, his eyes so red they looked like they might bleed. He practically screamed: “Don’t you dare leave! You are not taking another step away from me!” “Smack!” A loud crack echoed in the silence. The surrounding area went quiet. Even the groaning delinquents shut up, and Anna’s mouth dropped open. Ethan’s face was turned to one side from the blow. He stared at me blankly. I ground out: “Our daughter is bullied like this, and you clearly knew nothing—or worse, didn’t care. Which is it?” “Smack!” Another sharp crack. Ethan’s face snapped to the other side, and tears finally began to fall. I continued: “No time for your daughter, but plenty of time to chase your 'White Moonlight' and make it front-page news? Aren’t you ashamed?” “Smack!” A final loud crack. I pointed directly at Ethan’s nose and said, every word like a punch: “Ethan Shaw, this is how you honor my memory?”
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