After the divorce, I met a domineering president.

Alison stood at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, tears stinging her eyes, her delicate makeup failing to hide the fatigue on her face. Once again, she pleaded with the man before her, who looked equally anguished, "Can we try again? I don't mind the trouble,Ethan, let's give it another try?" He pulled her into his arms, full of guilt, his voice hoarse, "Alison, we agreed... Don't blame me, I can't do it either." Alison buried her head in Ethan's shoulder, tears finally streaming down, wetting his expensive shirt. She repeated over and over, "Let's try again, please, let's try again..." His large hands comforted her back, "I know you're suffering, but my mom... Alison, trust me, I love you, don't make it difficult for me..." Alison knew no words would change anything. She couldn't hold back anymore, crying uncontrollably, her makeup smeared. Was this the refined woman who never left home without perfectly matched lipstick and outfit, even if it meant being late? Since their wedding day, the family had been hoping for a grandson. Two years had passed, and Alison's belly remained silent. Her mother-in-law's face grew increasingly grim. When Alison received the diagnosis from the hospital, she was dumbfounded. This wasn't a diagnosis; it was the judgment of her marriage. "Infertile for life." Leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau,Ethan looked at Alison, her face clouded with gloom. "Shall I take you back?" During the half-hour wait in the hall, she had finally stopped crying, but her voice was thick from sobbing. She sniffed and waved her hand, "You go." It was a done deal, further words were futile. Ethan anxiously supported Alison's shoulder, feeling she might collapse any moment. "Are you okay?" Alison looked up at Ethan, smiled ironically, her swollen eyes and stuffy nose making her smile even more desolate. "Divorcing the man I loved for four years, do you think I'm okay?" Ethan felt awkwardly questioned, "Alison, I'm sorry..." Alison waved her hand and walked away briskly. No more apologies; she had grown weary of them. Apart from apologies, all this man said now was, "My mom said... my mom said..." She had loved this mama's boy for four years. Even now, with the fresh divorce certificate in her bag, she couldn't help feeling reluctant. Watching Alison flag down a taxi and drive away,Ethan finally took out his silenced phone. The screen lit up with seven missed calls from "Mom." Before he could open them, his mother called again eagerly. Looking at the divorce certificate he had just received,Ethan flipped through it seriously, holding the phone. "We're divorced." He knew what his mother wanted to ask and preemptively provided the answer. His mother couldn't conceal her joy in her voice, "Oh, that's great! After all this time, that woman was so difficult!" Ethan, unusually impatient with his mother, "Mom, anything else?" If not, he wanted to go have a few drinks. "There's something, there's something. Ling Ling is arriving at two this afternoon. Just pick her up and bring her home. I had nanny prepare her favorite snacks." On the other end of the phone,Ethan's mother felt doubly fortunate today: First, the detestable Alison had finally left her precious son, and second, her favored daughter-in-law candidate had decided to return to work in the country, making her permanent status a matter of time. "Got it."Ethan tossed the divorce certificate into the glove compartment and, before his mother could say more, hung up the phone in annoyance. Alison returned home. No, it couldn't be called home anymore, because from now on, the master of the house would never return. Even though his traces were everywhere. Alison was an ordinary girl, having attended college with Ethan. Despite the business-focused family's disdain for her modest background, Alison graduated from a prestigious university, had a cheerful and likable personality, and was remarkably beautiful. After graduation, she was highly valued by her superiors in a large company and had always shone brightly. Ethan insisted on having a good relationship with her, and the family felt that Alison could hold her own and support Ethan in business. Therefore, they didn't put up much resistance. Who would have thought that in this day and age, Alison would still be returned for not being able to "carry on the family line" for the family! She hated the old-fashioned ways of the family, and even more, she hated Ethan's cowardice. But most of all, she felt reluctant. He was the man she had loved with all her heart for four years. Alison returned to the bedroom, pulled up the blanket, and tried to sleep, trying to heal herself. But there was the scent of Ethan on the blanket and pillow. Alison couldn't sleep at all. She got up and went to the balcony for some fresh air, seeing the ashtray and half-smoked cigarettes on the small table—Ethan's. Alison picked up a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled slowly. She wasn't as strong as she imagined. Everywhere here was a trace of Ethan's presence. They had kissed on the sofa, cooked together in the kitchen, often embraced on the balcony to watch the night view, and had plans to go to Alison's hometown beach this winter to set off fireworks. By the time the cigarette burned out, Alison was already in tears. She packed up and fled overnight. Where to go? Anywhere was fine, as long as there was no trace of Ethan. Alison went to the train station and looked at the big screen in the ticket hall for five minutes, choosing a destination she had never heard of but seemed far away: Mobile. An hour later, Alison boarded the train. She wrote a resignation letter on the train and sent a message to her best friend Agnes, telling her about her divorce, then turned off her phone. After ten hours of sitting, Alison felt rusted all over. Her whole body ached. She moved her limbs and, along with the crowd, left the station. Outside the station was noisy and chaotic, with many hawkers and taxi drivers soliciting. Messy, yet full of life. Dragging her small suitcase, Alison wandered around for a while and decisively rented a two-bedroom apartment nearby, 900 yuan per month, very cheap. Mobile was a small county, mostly locals. Alison decided to explore nearby first and familiarize herself with the situation. When she returned home with a bunch of household items, it was already dark, but Alison wasn't someone who would settle for less. Despite being tired, she pulled herself together and cleaned the room; otherwise, she wouldn't even have a place to sleep tonight. After she finished cleaning, it was already midnight. Alison carried the two large bags of trash downstairs. After struggling to throw the trash into the bin, Alison was about to turn around and run back when she heard faint crying of a child. This was too scary at midnight, right? Wasn't this small place unclean? Alison hurriedly hastened her steps. After running for about ten meters, she felt something was wrong. The crying seemed to come from where she had just dumped the trash. It was indeed a child crying. Educated as she was, Alison didn't believe in ghosts and gods. She turned on the flashlight on her phone and cautiously approached the source of the sound. There was a bundle in the shadow to the left of the trash can, and the sound of a child came from inside. Alison brought her phone closer to take a look. It was a baby, crying with a red face, but not loudly, perhaps tired from crying for a long time. This was an abandoned baby