Chapter 2My Mother Ruined My Life – But I’m Reborn To Save My Dad!

“Dad, if things have come this far, you two might as well get divorced. Travis and I are already grown.”

They all stared, shocked. They didn’t believe those words had just come out of my mouth.

My dad’s hand froze mid-air. He took a step back and sat down hard on the couch.

My mom staggered to her feet, pointing at me and screaming, “Diana, are you even human? How can you say something like that?!”

“Do you know how hard it is for kids from single-parent families? Travis is a senior in high school! He’s got a crucial year ahead, and you don’t care about his future!”

I let out a sarcastic chuckle and looked at her with a newfound hatred.

Ever since she got pregnant with me, she’d been a stay-at-home mom. My dad worked himself to the bone to provide a good life for Travis and me, carrying the burden of supporting our family all on his own.

Growing up, I’d resented him countless times. On every holiday, it seemed it was always just the three of us at home.

But as I got older, I realized my dad was the one sacrificing the most.

He’d keep only a couple of dollars a week for himself, sending the rest to my mom. He wore old, faded jackets while buying us sneakers that cost hundreds. He’d eat plain bread and water, giving the best to us with a smile, insisting he was full.

In the end, it was because of us that he endured so much.

Seeing that I wasn’t giving in, Travis shot me an angry look.

“Diana, what kind of daughter tells her parents to get divorced?”

My mom pulled him close, crying even louder. “Exactly! I raised you all these years, and now you’re not even on my side. But at least I have my son.”

“John, for the kids’ sake, forgive me just this once. After everything we’ve been through, could you really bear to let it end?”

“No matter how devoted Diana is, she’s still just a girl. We’ll need Travis to take care of us when we’re old. If we really split up… what would it do to him?”

My mom knew that family was everything to my dad, and she put on a pitiful act, hoping he’d soften.

Even though he was tough, he’d never thought sons were more important than daughters. Late nights while I was studying, he’d send encouraging texts, urging me on.

“Girls need to explore the world, not be stuck in some small town,” he’d say.

“Having you was meant to bring joy into my life, not trap you under someone else’s shadow.”

I walked slowly over to him, noticing his back was now bent and weak, no longer the proud, resilient man he once was.

I sat next to him, leaning against his shoulder, my voice shaking.

“Dad, you’ve worked so hard all these years…”

“Your daughter’s all grown up now. You don’t have to take care of me anymore.”

“Please, live the life you deserve.”

He lifted his head slowly, meeting my gaze. Tears glistened in his eyes.

My mom threw Travis a glance, and he got the hint. He dropped to his knees, clutching my dad’s pants.

“Dad, Mom knows she made a mistake…”

“Dad, I don’t want you to split up.”

My mom stood nearby, her tears flowing in rivers. But I knew it wasn’t my dad she couldn’t bear to lose.

It was her “money machine.”