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I took a deep breath to calm myself and said to my aunt, "Aunt, I'm taking Keke out to stay for a while. You don't need to worry about us."
My aunt paused for a moment, as if realizing something, and asked with concern, "Xiao Jiang, did you have a fight with Cheng Bai? Why can't you talk things out instead of letting it come to this?"
I forced a smile and replied, "No, we're fine. We just want to take Keke out for a bit of fresh air."
My aunt seemed like she wanted to say more, but I interrupted her, "Aunt, we really have to go. Take care." With that, I took Keke's hand and walked out of the house without looking back.
Standing downstairs, I hailed a taxi. Keke looked up at me innocently and asked, "Mommy, where are we going?"
My throat felt choked, and I couldn't find the words. I could only hold Keke's hand tightly and help her into the car.
"To Home Inn in the south of the city," I told the driver.
He nodded and started the engine. I stared out the window at the rapidly retreating scenery, feeling lost inside.
Where should I go after leaving Cheng Bai? Where can I go?
When we arrived at the hotel, I booked the cheapest single room and settled Keke in. Looking at the small and shabby room, my heart ached.
Once, I thought I would be with Cheng Bai to give Keke a happy home. But now, everything had turned into a mirage.
I took out my phone and scrolled through my contacts but realized that aside from my aunt, I had no one to turn to for help.
In desperation, I dialed a real estate agent's number to inquire about rental information.
"Hello, I'd like to rent an apartment with two bedrooms and a living room. It shouldn't be too expensive..."
After hanging up the phone, I began to sort through our belongings. Keke's clothes, toys, books... each item carried memories of the happiness that Cheng Bai and I once shared.
Tears streamed down my face once again.
For Keke, I must be strong.
The next day, I began to search for a job. To save on expenses, I chose to walk. The early spring sun shone down on me, yet it did nothing to dispel the chill in my heart.
I submitted my resume to one company after another, but I kept hitting dead ends.
"I'm sorry, your qualifications do not meet our hiring requirements."
"Unfortunately, we do not have any suitable positions at the moment."
The repeated rejections left me feeling increasingly desperate.
In a moment of hopelessness, I remembered that I had once won a literary creation award.
That's right, I can write!
I immediately returned to my rented room, opened my laptop, and began to create.
I poured into the story my love for Cheng Bai and my experiences raising Keke alone.
My words were filled with sadness and helplessness, but also with the greatness of a mother's love.
I registered a social media account and published my story online.
To my surprise, my story resonated with many people. My follower count grew, and more and more websites began to repost my articles.
I finally found a path that belonged to me.
At this moment, Cheng Bai was engulfed in deep self-reproach and pain.
He knew he was wrong, and he regretted it too late. He frantically searched for me and Keke, but to no avail.
He had been to my house, to my workplace, and even to all the places I might go, yet he could not find any trace of the two of us.
He called me, but I never answered.
He understood that I was determined to leave him.
Meanwhile, He Jia, upon realizing that Cheng Bai's love for Jiang Jia had never faded, grew resentful and began to entangle Cheng Bai in various ways, trying to salvage their relationship.
She sent Cheng Bai text messages, called him, and even showed up at his office to cause a scene.
Cheng Bai felt disgusted and repulsed by He Jia's actions. He repeatedly rejected her but could not shake off her persistence.
He didn't know what to do; all he could do was drown his sorrows in alcohol every day.
"Jiang Jia, where are you? Please come back. I can't live without you..."
Cheng Bai held the bottle tightly, weeping uncontrollably.
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