To make me his wife, Alex ignored his mother’s obstruction and all the criticism from their social circle. He knelt outside his father’s study for three days and three nights, finally moving his father. After our marriage, we were loving and harmonious, envied by many. However, beneath that happy facade, undercurrents were surging. My battle with his childhood sweetheart lasted for a full eight years. During those eight years, I miscarried twice, while the childhood sweetheart was gradually neglected. The struggle between us was so intense it nearly became a fight to the death. But just after Alex took over the family business, he proposed divorce to me and held a grand wedding with another woman – my previously unknown stepsister, Olivia. While I ended up dying miserably in a mental hospital, his childhood sweetheart was pushed off a high-rise by the two of them. My sister Olivia replaced my position, and their glory and happiness seemed to last forever. It wasn’t until the last moment of my life that I suddenly realized that Alex and I were not the perfect match everyone praised us to be. He and Olivia were destined for each other, a truly “perfect couple.”
When I opened my eyes again, it was at the moment my body was about to fall into the cold water. “Miss, be careful!” The waiter’s alarmed cry broke the tense atmosphere. In that split second, I had no time to think. I instinctively grabbed the man next to me, pulling him down with me. “You…” I was about to speak when I suddenly realized that this was none other than the dream man of those noble young ladies – the eldest son of the Moore family, Ethan. We fell together into the flower pond. I held onto him tightly, our bodies entangled in the water. After being rescued, I still clung tightly to his waist. I hadn’t forgotten that I was wearing a strapless dress, which had slipped down during the struggle in the water. I could only use his body to cover myself. He didn’t push me away, his eyes full of surprise. I forced myself to stay calm, looking around at the giant crystal chandelier and the men and women in suits and dresses mingling with drinks in hand. Unbelievably, I seemed to have returned to Mrs. Moore’s birthday party from that year. At that time, my stepsister had led me to the pool and pushed me towards the deep end with her own hands. In my past life, I was saved by Alex after falling into the water. We fell in love at first sight. Mrs. Moore left the party in anger. Her original intention was to use the party to let her son get to know Emily Thompson, the daughter of the Thompson family. But I had cut in, becoming a thorn in her side. After I married Alex, she humiliated me even more, calling me a shameless woman who seduced men. In the end, she often invited Emily to visit our home. For eight years after the marriage, Emily and I fought openly and covertly, both ending up hurt. Instead, it was my cunning and treacherous stepsister who reaped the benefits. But now that I’m living a second life, everything can still be changed. Starting from this moment of falling into the water, I will rewrite my destiny. I whispered softly to Ethan: “I’m sorry.” He could have stayed out of this, but was dragged in by me for no reason. The crowd gathered more and more. I covered my face and cried, while Alex and my stepsister stood among them, their faces terrifyingly dark.
I noticed the exchange of glances between them. At that moment, I suddenly realized how foolish I had been in my previous life. Olivia’s mother, Rachel, was originally my mother’s best friend, but she had an affair with my father while my mother was pregnant. Rachel was skilled in bed, captivating my father completely. In comparison, my mother came from a noble family. My father often complained that she was too reserved and not fun enough, so he became even more blatant about mentioning Rachel, putting her on a pedestal. As a result, the Young family became the talk of the town. My father lost face completely and became even more disgusted with my mother and me. But my mother was kind-hearted. Despite her resentment towards Rachel, she never did anything to harm the innocent child. Olivia was clever and likable from a young age, winning people’s hearts. My mother, worried that Olivia’s illegitimate status would make her a target of bullying at school, asked me to treat her like a real sister. My grandfather repeatedly and firmly demanded that my father cut ties with Rachel, while Olivia knelt at the threshold with tears in her eyes, begging my mother for mercy. In the end, the incident was left unresolved. Rachel remained as a mistress outside, while Olivia stayed with my mother, living with me. Before my wedding to Alex, Olivia knelt at my feet, begging to go with me, even if just as a maid to take care of me. We never expected that all of this was an elaborately set trap.
Like father, like daughter. Olivia took this crooked path even further. She had been secretly involved with Alex for a long time. Because the difference in status was too great for her to enter the Moore family’s door, she used me as a stepping stone. When I often lost my rationality due to mental issues, she would appear all dressed up, throwing down a divorce agreement and a stack of money at my feet, as if dismissing a beggar. “Sister dear, I kindly asked for mercy on your behalf and even left you some cremation money. You should thank me.” I looked at her coldly. That smug look of hers was exactly like her mother’s, as if cut from the same mold. We were too naive, forgetting that some people are rotten to the core. I couldn’t die like this. If I left, my mother would have no one to rely on. “I want to see Alex!” “Hehe, I really don’t understand why you insist on living. Don’t you know? Your mother, our Mrs. Young, has long since died of illness.” Her face was twisted, her words sharp, with a mix of pity and mockery. I suddenly looked up, grabbing her throat, “What nonsense are you talking?” My eyes were almost bulging with blood. The servants rushed forward to pull me away. The butler slapped me without a word. My hair was disheveled, and half of my face swelled up. She wasn’t satisfied and slapped me hard again. “You think your grandfather’s gone, those useless uncles of yours could still protect your mother?” She grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at her. I knew all about my father’s little tricks. As soon as my grandfather passed away, he couldn’t wait to bring Rachel home, quickly taking control of the family affairs. But I never imagined he could be so heartless towards my mother. Back then, he was just a penniless college student. It was my mother who took a liking to him at first glance. My mother threatened to go on a hunger strike, and my grandfather had no choice but to let his precious daughter marry him. She nurtured him carefully and gave him connections and resources, which finally allowed him to become the chairman of the Young Group. After I married Alex, the messages my father sent became like death warrants, not caring about my well-being, but forcing me to humble myself to seek benefits for him. In the end, as the Young Group gradually grew stronger, he married his mistress and his daughter became Mrs. Moore. What about me? What about my mother? We were just stepping stones for this couple to climb up.
The anger in my heart was like a flood about to burst its banks. At this critical moment, my mother arrived just in time, wrapping a scarf around me and helping me up, shielding me. Mrs. Moore was usually kind and didn’t show me any bad attitude. She just asked the waiter to carefully help Ethan leave. Mrs. Moore’s face was long with mockery, as if blaming me for ruining her party just to climb the social ladder. Back home, my father stormed in, not caring about my weak condition, and immediately started scolding me. “You little brat, have you gotten too bold? How dare you go after the Moore family’s son? Do you really think you can turn from a sparrow into a phoenix?” He paced back and forth in the room, unable to contain his anger. My mother stood up to try to persuade him to leave, but he pushed her away violently, nearly causing her to fall. After my father left, my mother sat by my bed, holding my hand tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. The news of me falling into the water and being saved by Ethan spread quickly in our circle. Everyone was waiting to see me embarrass myself. A daughter of a small group wanting to marry into the Moore family was simply a daydream. Since falling into the water, Ethan had been running a high fever and was bedridden. I sat on the bed, full of guilt. It was my fault he got hurt. This was not my intention at all. The guilty should be punished. Involving an innocent person made me restless and unable to eat or sleep. Fortunately, three days later, Ethan’s fever broke and he gradually regained consciousness. I, who had never believed in Buddha before, silently said “Amitabha” in my heart. That day, my father suddenly summoned me to the front hall. “Quick, this is Aunt Lin.” My father’s words pulled me out of my daze. I suddenly looked up and saw the elegant and dignified Mrs. Moore sitting in the hall. She pulled me to her side, held my hand, and looked me over carefully, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. “Let’s set the wedding date for the middle of next month. It’s an auspicious day.” I was stunned and didn’t react. After she left, my father talked to me all night in the study, repeatedly instructing me to think of the family. So, I became engaged to Ethan just like that. According to Mrs. Moore, as soon as he woke up, he knelt before his parents and begged to marry me. Logically, given my family’s status, it would be impossible to connect with the Moore family. But when the Moore couple saw their son struggle back from the brink of death, they were moved to tears and agreed on the spot. Mrs. Moore even calculated mine and Ethan’s birth dates, saying we were a match made in heaven, and that he woke up because of the good luck I brought. I didn’t believe in these things. It was clearly me who almost harmed him.
After dragging on for a few more days, the Thompson family’s precious daughter cried at home, refusing to marry Alex no matter what, saying she just wanted to stay at home with her parents. The Thompson family had always doted on this daughter. Since she was unwilling, they simply decided not to marry her off and directly rejected Mrs. Moore’s suggestion for the two to spend more time together. This really angered Mrs. Moore. She smashed a bunch of precious treasures in her rage. I was puzzled. Everyone knew Emily had liked Alex since childhood. Mrs. Moore had been grooming her as a future daughter-in-law from early on. Why did she suddenly change her mind? I heard that Emily accidentally hit her head on a table corner and was unconscious for several days. When she woke up, she seemed like a completely different person, avoiding Alex like the plague. I couldn’t help but have a bold thought: could it be that she had also been reborn? I needed to find an opportunity to meet her and verify my idea. Coincidentally, she seemed to have the same intention. So we met in the Thompson family’s small garden. As soon as I saw her, I knew that the person standing in front of me was no longer the same Emily. We had fought for eight years, and I knew her thoughts better than my own. “You’ve come back too.” She looked at me, her eyes no longer filled with jealousy and hatred, only tranquility. I silently handed her the high-grade spring tea in my hand, without saying a word. She gently rotated the teacup in her hand, “There’s something you should know. Your child wasn’t harmed by me. It was Alex and your dear sister who did it together.” The teapot I had just picked up crashed to the ground with a loud bang. I had gone mentally unstable because I had been pregnant twice, but both ended in miscarriage. At that time, I had some suspicions, but the pain of losing a child was too heavy, leaving me no time to investigate. I only knew to blindly seek revenge. Although Emily loved to compete for attention, she wasn’t essentially bad, just a spoiled young lady. “Your child was actually poisoned by that bitch Olivia.” “What you don’t know is that after you, I was also pushed off a building by them, smashed to pieces. They even spread rumors saying I committed suicide out of guilt for causing your miscarriage.” Killing two birds with one stone, using my child to get rid of both of us. After Emily’s death, the Thompson family gradually declined. Alex’s father had long been wary of the Thompson family and simply crushed them completely. “You still need to enter the Moore family. Soon, I’ll make her go down to accompany you,” I said. In this life, I won’t fight alone anymore.
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