After Divorce, She Became a Global Sensation and Won't Forgive Her Groveling Husband and Son

Skye Sutton was buried in Crestfall. Sophia Shaw didn’t live far from the cemetery, so she got home just after seven.

As expected, Bun was waiting for her at the door.

When she saw Sophia return, she kicked her two chubby legs forcefully, her hands flailing with excitement.

Ms. Archer could barely hold on to her.

"Mommy’s home. Look how excited you are."

"Goo-goo, ga-ga."

The little one babbled incomprehensibly at Sophia, as if to say, ’Mommy, I’ve been waiting for you for so long. Your baby missed you.’

Seeing her adorable, cuddly daughter, Sophia’s heart melted, and the gloom from Skye Sutton’s death mostly lifted.

She reached out to take her.

The little one practically leaped from Ms. Archer’s arms into Sophia’s, pressing her small face against her mother’s and clinging tightly with her two chubby hands, refusing to let go.

She instantly became perfectly behaved.

"Have you eaten?"

Ms. Archer asked with concern.

Sophia nodded, carrying Bun into the bedroom.

Ms. Archer gave them their space and went to the kitchen to boil an egg for Bun.

At only five months old, Bun couldn’t eat solid food yet, but she could have half an egg yolk.

Sophia was sitting on the bed in her room playing with Bun when a call came in from Eleanor Crawford.

"Faye, I heard... I heard that Vincent Grant and Cedric don’t know that you’re Bun’s birth mother?"

’...that they think she’s adopted.’ She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

She couldn’t believe something so absurd could happen with Vincent and Cedric Grant.

The unexpected question struck Sophia’s heart like a sharp pang.

Even though she had already accepted this reality, she couldn’t stop the ache in her chest.

Lowering her gaze, she let out a soft "mhm."

Eleanor Crawford: "..."

She had only asked because she couldn’t believe it.

But it turned out to be true!

Eleanor pounded her chest, but it did nothing to disperse the knot of frustration inside.

"How... how could they be so clueless! Then when you gave birth..."

"I was all alone."

With the passage of time, Sophia’s voice was calm and detached as she spoke.

Eleanor felt another vicious tug at her heart, as if a giant wound had been ripped open.

"How could the Grant father and son... how... Are they even human?"

She was so furious she became incoherent, her eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

"You were pregnant for so long. How could they have been completely oblivious?"

That was something Sophia couldn’t figure out either.

"I told Cedric Grant a few times, but he didn’t react."

"I also emailed Vincent Grant and even sent him the monthly prenatal checkup reports."

’So, the father and son simply didn’t care at all?’

Eleanor empathized deeply with this kind of situation, and her heart twisted into a tight knot.

She cried out, "Faye," and tears began to stream down her face.

She was crying for Sophia, and for herself.

When she had a miscarriage, the man she needed most, the man she wanted to rely on, didn’t even answer her calls. He was with someone else.

Sophia could at least vent her sorrows.

But Eleanor didn’t even have an outlet to complain.

She couldn’t even find a reason to be jealous.

If she spoke up, people would just laugh at her for being so petty she couldn’t even keep a man!

Unless it happens to you, who could possibly understand the pain?

Sophia, in turn, ended up comforting Eleanor for a bit.

Although Eleanor didn’t say anything, Sophia couldn’t recall ever seeing a sweet expression on her face. She always looked bitter.

A person wouldn’t exude such bitterness unless they had been steeped in pain for a very long time.

After hanging up, she felt a little melancholic.

Her chest felt tight. It was an awful feeling.

Her husband and father-in-law being completely unaware she’d had a baby—no matter how much she tried to move on, she still couldn’t control her emotions whenever she thought about it.

Sophia shook her head and picked up Bun, using their interaction to forget her past suffering and forbearance.

The phone rang again.

This time, it was an unknown number.

Sophia assumed it was a sales call and didn’t want to answer.

But the person on the other end called again and again.

Finally, she picked it up and answered.

A clear female voice came from the other side. "Is this Rocket Planet?"

Sophia paused, confused. "Yes, this is... And you are...?"

"I’m the chief content editor for Bilibili." The woman’s voice immediately became enthusiastic. "Rocket Planet, could you please start posting videos again? So many people are asking about you. They want you to continue making content."

Sophia opened the app and, sure enough, saw tons of comments under every one of her videos, all asking if she could start posting again.

"My son got interested in the aerospace industry after watching your videos, and now he’s so motivated to study. He’s about to take his college entrance exams and wants to major in an aerospace-related field, so he hopes to learn more. But no other content creator explains things as well as you do. Creator, please, I’m begging you, will you start posting again?"

"I’m a college student from the countryside. I didn’t know anything about the world and felt like an idiot around my classmates from the city. I had such low self-esteem I was afraid to speak. But ever since I started watching your videos and learning all the details about rockets, I’ve become the campus rocket expert. I know all the rocket facts my classmates don’t, and I’ve even given presentations using that knowledge, earning a ton of admiration. You changed my life! I want to keep learning, and I want to help more kids from rural areas learn too. Could you please post more?"

"My daughter’s boyfriend graduated from a prestigious university and was always calling my daughter stupid, saying she didn’t know anything and constantly gaslighting her. After watching your Rocket Planet videos, she understood a lot more and used the knowledge you taught to argue him into silence before decisively breaking up with him. Now she has a new boyfriend who treats her wonderfully. You not only have a wealth of knowledge about rockets, but you’re also rich in life experience. Talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted. Please keep making content."

Sophia’s early videos were purely informational, but later, as her disappointment in Vincent and Cedric Grant grew, she gradually came to terms with her situation and began sharing life lessons from her own experiences.

She had just been speaking from the heart, never expecting that people would actually benefit from it.

There were so many comments. Under every video, there were hundreds of pleas for her to continue.

Sophia was touched but also conflicted.

"I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now. I want to save what little free time I have for my daughter."

"I know you have a daughter. She’s five months and twelve days old now, right?" The chief editor knew the details even better than she did.

"How about this: you don’t have to post new videos. Just do a livestream. Talk about whatever comes to mind."

"You can even have your daughter on screen with you!"

Sophia: "..."

"Rocket Planet, can you really bear to let so many bright young people wait day after day for your content?"

The chief editor was willing to say anything to get Sophia back on camera.

"You saw the comments. So many people want to improve themselves but don’t know how. So many people get taken advantage of because no one ever taught them how to protect themselves. So many people..."

Sophia quickly cut her off. "Alright, I’ll give it a try."

She had a feeling that if she didn’t agree, the editor would ramble on for hours.

"I’ll do one stream first to see how it goes. If it doesn’t do well, that’s it."

"Deal!"

The editor immediately urged her to start the stream and got busy promoting it.

Sophia quickly organized her thoughts and then hit the "Go Live" button.

Thanks to the editor’s effective promotion, hundreds of people flooded into the stream the moment it started.

Everyone was buzzing, discussing Sophia’s return.

Sophia had watched livestreams before and knew how hard it was to retain an audience this way. For educational streams in particular, people would just leave once they got tired of listening.

The hot guys with long legs and the sexy girls in black stockings in the next stream over were a lot more interesting than dry facts.

She didn’t have high expectations, so she didn’t feel any pressure.

Still, she made sure to keep Bun off-camera.

Sophia had a solid foundation of rocket knowledge, and combined with her experience from making videos, she spoke fluently and effortlessly, habitually explaining complex topics in simple terms.

She didn’t look at the viewer count, focusing only on what she was saying.

She spoke for over ten minutes before pausing to take a sip of water.

’The numbers have probably dropped by now,’ she thought, glancing at the viewership data at the top of the screen.

Sophia expected the count to have fallen to single digits at least. But when she looked, her jaw nearly dropped into her water glass.