Author: Momo Chan

1 The photos from my belated wedding photoshoot with my husband turned out so stunning that the studio featured them as a “client showcase.” Two days later, my showcase photo was Photoshopped into a funeral portrait, and the bridal shop was swamped with online hate. “What kind of reputable shop shoots wedding photos for a mistress?!” “My husband and I have been together for three years! And she’s knowingly a home-wrecker! How dare she even get wedding photos taken!” I rushed to the bridal shop, intending to clear things up, only to collide head-on with a woman. She pointed at me, shouting, “That’s her! She seduced my boyfriend!” “Today, I’m going to show all the netizens what happens to a mistress!” Before I could explain, they started attacking me without a word. They shaved my head, slapped my face until it was paralyzed, broke two of my ribs, and I miscarried… As I lay dying, I called my assistant. “Cancel the wedding reception I was planning with Gabriel Maxwell! Also, find me a lawyer to file for divorce!” A mere trophy husband, spending my money to support a mistress. I’ll make him regret this! … Seeing the funeral portrait forwarded by a friend, my blood boiled. I immediately called the bridal shop. To my surprise, the manager on the other end sounded even more furious than I was. “Get over here right now and explain yourself to Mrs. Maxwell!” Mrs. Maxwell? Could there genuinely be another Mrs. Maxwell besides me? Confused, I rushed to the shop. From a distance, I saw a large crowd gathered around the entrance. The woman at the front spotted me and shrieked, “That’s her! This vixen! She seduced my husband!” The manager hurried to calm her. “Mrs. Maxwell! Mrs. Maxwell! Let’s talk inside, calmly!” “Mrs. Maxwell?” I eyed the woman warily. I didn’t know her at all, so how could I have stolen her husband? I forced down my anger, trying to sound calm. “Excuse me, do we know each other?” A woman who came with her grabbed my hair without a word. “What are you pretending for? Who doesn’t know Isabelle is the young madam of Maxwell Enterprises?!” Isabelle? Could this be the ‘junior colleague’ Gabriel had sometimes mentioned? I subconsciously asked, “You’re Isabelle Hampton?” She snorted, looking down, then raised her hand and slapped me. “Is the wife’s name something a mistress like you can even utter?!” It really was her… All this time, Gabriel had told me Isabelle Hampton was an ambitious junior colleague with an unfortunate family background. Out of sympathy, I even suggested he help her more. But I never imagined that Isabelle Hampton was actually his mistress, and he was spending my money on her! Before I could fully process it, she grabbed my wrist and shrieked, “Oh, you! You even stole the Cartier bracelet my husband gave me!” I looked at the bracelet on my wrist. It was clearly one I had bought myself, which had gone missing recently. Could it be that Gabriel had been taking my own gifts to give to her? I struggled, shaking free, and yanked off the bracelet. “This bracelet is mine! My initials, LSQ, are engraved inside. Look closely!” She promptly smashed the bracelet to the ground, then stomped on it repeatedly. “Who’s to say you didn’t steal it and then secretly engrave it?!” “A mistress like you, what could you possibly want from seducing someone’s husband? Money, obviously!” I was honestly infuriated to the point of laughter. “You say you’re the wife. Are you legally married?!” Hearing this, Isabelle pulled out her phone and showed several intimate photos of herself and Gabriel. She scrolled through numerous photos: intimate selfies with Gabriel, love letters, and promises he’d written to her. Tears streamed down her face as she wailed, “Yes, we haven’t officially registered our marriage, but we’ve been together for three years! We were already planning our wedding!” “But that’s no reason for you to interfere! You’ve ruined my family; you’re nothing but a mistress!” I stared at those photos, feeling a prickling sensation on my scalp, my vision blurring. Gabriel, who always appeared cool and restrained in front of me, had taken such photos and written such declarations of love for her. Married for five years, betrayed for three. It was utterly laughable. Seeing more and more onlookers gather, the manager grew anxious. She grabbed me, pulling me into the shop, lowering her voice. “Miss Lee! Just admit it! Apologize to Mrs. Maxwell!” “If you keep this up, our decades-old brand will be ruined by you!” 2 “What?!” I violently shook off the manager’s grasp, staring at her in disbelief. “I’m your customer, aren’t I?” “Not only did I purchase your most expensive package, but I also referred many friends to you. Is this appropriate?” The manager quickly let go of my hand, shaking her head and waving at Isabelle, a look of disdain on her face. “Mrs. Maxwell! Don’t listen to her! Our shop doesn’t welcome mistresses like her as customers. If you hadn’t found us, we wouldn’t have known she was such a person!” The people around us all raised their phones, whispering, “How shameless! Are mistresses always so arrogant?” “Even if they’re not legally married, you can’t so blatantly destroy someone else’s family! You act like being a mistress gives you some kind of superiority!” A wave of injustice washed over me. I quickly explained, “No! Don’t listen to her one-sided story! Based on just a few photos, how can you assume I’m a mistress?!” “Gabriel Maxwell and I have been married for five years! I’m not a mistress! If you don’t believe me, I’ll call him over right now!” Saying this, I picked up my phone, ready to make Gabriel come and clarify everything. But Isabelle snatched my phone, scoffing, “Lie, keep lying! Married for five years? And only now getting wedding photos? Who are you trying to fool?!” I froze, looking at her, and retorted, “Is it forbidden to take wedding photos after five years of marriage?” When Gabriel and I got married, he was just an ordinary employee, penniless. There were no traditional wedding gifts or dowry, let alone wedding photos or a reception. This year was our fifth anniversary, and it was his idea to make up for all the missing ceremonies. I had been so touched, believing his love for me was as strong as ever. But now, it seemed I had been foolish. My retort made Isabelle stumble. The woman next to her shoved me, sharply admonishing, “What is your attitude?!” Seeing this, the manager quickly stepped in, pulling them back, a forced smile on her face as she spoke to Isabelle. “Mrs. Maxwell, please calm down! I’m a victim here too! I will definitely sue this woman, make her compensate my losses, and restore our shop’s reputation!” She took Isabelle’s hand, trying to coax her into the shop. “Please don’t be angry, let’s go inside and talk calmly…” I felt a bitter laugh rise in my throat. The manager had turned against me so quickly, probably because Maxwell Enterprises also had an investment in this shop. But what they didn’t know was that Maxwell Enterprises owed its existence to me! Without me, Clarissa Lee, there would be no Maxwell Enterprises! Before the manager could finish, Isabelle raised her phone high, started a live stream, and shouted into the camera, “Everyone, look at this bridal shop! They’re actually using a mistress’s wedding photos with my husband for their showcase! This is absolutely outrageous!” She pointed at me, accusing hysterically, “And this woman! She’s ruining my relationship with my husband, she’s unrepentant, and she’s still trying to argue! How shameless!” The woman next to her chimed in, “She even lies, saying she’s been married to someone else’s husband for five years! What a joke!” “A vixen like her should be exposed for everyone to see!” The live stream instantly flooded with viewers. Swayed by Isabelle’s inflammatory remarks, they quickly filled the comments section: [What are you waiting for? Why aren’t you hitting her?!] [This woman clearly had plastic surgery. If it were me, I’d beat her until her own mother wouldn’t recognize her!] My heart sank. Seizing a moment when they weren’t looking, I snatched back my phone and quickly dialed 911. However, Isabelle was quick. She slapped my phone to the ground, yelling, “You dare call the police?!” Seeing them rolling up their sleeves, I had to explain again. “Gabriel Maxwell and I have been married for five years! We have a marriage certificate! If you feel wronged, you should question Gabriel, not me!” Isabelle ignored my explanation, picking up my phone and smashing it against my face. A sharp pain, and then warm liquid streamed down my cheek. The surrounding crowd gasped. I lay on the ground, my vision blurry. She poked my temple hard with her finger, sneering, “My husband was just playing around with you! Did you actually take it seriously?!” “You’re at death’s door, and you still dare to use my husband to scare me! Beat her!” With that, I was brutally kicked and pinned to the ground, unable to move. Isabelle’s hand repeatedly struck my face, each slap echoing loudly. I barely opened my mouth to speak, only to be struck again, forcing out a whimper. Just then, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I instinctively clutched my stomach. “Oh no…” I looked at the manager, pleading for help, but she only stood by, clucking, “You were so sickeningly sweet and seductive that day; no wonder Mr. Maxwell was so affectionate, even willing to do an eighty-thousand-dollar wedding photoshoot with you.” “I thought you were some rich lady, but you’re just a vulgar gold-digger!” “If you knew you’d get what was coming to you from the wife, why did you break up their family in the first place?” Isabelle’s face darkened further hearing this. She stood up, repeatedly stomping on my back with her high heels. I felt like every bone in my body was shattering. Tears welled in my eyes, only making her more excited. She crouched down in front of me, her sharp acrylic nails scratching my face, cursing, “An eighty-thousand-dollar wedding photoshoot?! You really have the nerve to demand that!” “I think someone like you isn’t even worth eighty cents!” The manager glanced at my face, then sidled up to Isabelle, fawning, “Mrs. Maxwell, don’t worry, the security camera at our shop entrance just happened to be broken. I’ll also testify for you that this mistress provoked you first…” “But please, be lenient and clarify for our shop online. We had no idea she was a vixen; we’re victims too!” Isabelle didn’t even glance at her. Instead, she grabbed my hair. “You shameless woman, stealing my bracelet is bad enough, but you even dare to copy my hairstyle!” “Shave her head for me now! Let’s see how she’ll seduce other women’s husbands after this!” This long hair, I had grown it for Gabriel. He once said he liked long, wavy hair, and I immediately changed from my previous short haircut, keeping it for two whole years. Now, looking back, wasn’t Isabelle’s hair long and wavy? It turned out, from beginning to end, I was just a clown. The woman next to her grabbed a pair of scissors from the shop and aimed for my head. I trembled with fear but dared not move, terrified she would injure me. I glared at Isabelle, shouting, “If you do this to me, Gabriel Maxwell will not let you get away with it!” Isabelle, as if hearing a joke, threw her head back and laughed. “Who doesn’t know my husband dotes on me fiercely?! Do you think he’ll do anything to me for a vixen like you?!” The words had barely left her lips when my hair was severed. She didn’t hold back; my vision blurred, and I could only lie weakly on the ground, muttering, “Call the police…” Finally, a kind passerby, unable to watch any longer, called for help. Isabelle also called Gabriel. She deliberately put him on speaker, her voice sickly sweet. “Honey! That vixen who keeps imitating me and trying to seduce you, I caught her today!” “But she actually dared to call the police! Honey, you need to come and teach her a lesson!” I yelled into her phone, “Gabriel Maxwell… we’re over…!” Gabriel, hearing my voice on the other end, sounded panicked. He quickly said, “Where are you? I’m coming right away!” Hanging up, Isabelle looked triumphant. “Just watch, my husband will definitely leave you!” Just then, officers rushed in. Seeing my state, they were shocked and immediately rushed me to the hospital. As soon as I got into the car, I eagerly opened my phone, completely ignoring the dozens of messages and missed calls from Gabriel. Instead, I called my assistant. “Cancel the wedding reception I was planning with Gabriel Maxwell! Also, find me a lawyer to file for divorce!” He’s nothing but a decorative vase. Once he’s tainted, I don’t want him!

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1 I was born with an extremely fragile body, yet I was bound to a “”Resurrection System.”” My foster mother slapped me, and my neck instantly snapped. Terrified, she dumped me in a mass grave that very night. To her surprise, I struggled back to my feet and was taken to an orphanage by a kind passerby. The director lightly kicked me, but my liver ruptured, and I died on the spot. I woke up again in the morgue in the middle of the night. From then on, no one dared to lay a finger on me. When my biological parents brought me home, the fake heiress, Olivia, was watching me with shifty eyes from the staircase. As I passed her, she deliberately leaned into me, then tumbled down the stairs. Tears and snot running down her face, she claimed I had deliberately pushed her. But suddenly, all the bones in my body fractured, and I collapsed to the ground. Olivia was terrified and flustered. “”I just lightly touched you! Don’t you dare try to frame me!”” The next second, I sat straight up from the ground. “”Oh, so you admit you touched me?”” …… Hearing my words and seeing my arm hanging unnaturally, Olivia’s eyes widened. “”Wha—what’s going on?”” My mother, Eleanor, beside me, jumped, rushing over to check my injuries. I wobbled my broken arm, feigning weakness. “”Mom, I’m fine, just a little pain. I’ll endure it.”” Seeing me like this, Mom was too scared to touch me. Olivia instinctively took half a step back. “”It really wasn’t me! Sister pushed me just now! How did this happen?”” My brother, Leo, shielded Olivia, glaring fiercely at me. “”Exactly! I saw it all; Stella deliberately pushed Olivia. She’s faking all of this!”” Hearing Leo’s words, my father, Arthur, frowned, looking at me. “”Even if Olivia touched you, it shouldn’t cause this. Stella, I know you lacked love growing up, but there’s no need to seek attention this way.”” Mom also gently touched my arm. “”It shouldn’t be anything serious. Although you’re now a young lady of the family, you can’t be too delicate.”” Olivia, seeing everyone taking her side, felt emboldened. “”That’s right, Sister. I know you’re jealous of me, but Mom and Dad aren’t stupid. Isn’t this method a bit too childish?”” Leo sneered, walked up to me, and grabbed my arm. “”Dislocated, isn’t it? I happen to know how to set bones. Let me help you.”” The words had barely left his mouth when Leo suddenly pulled my arm upward with force. He expected me to scream. But to his surprise, my body suddenly let out a series of “”cracks,”” and then, like a noodle, I collapsed to the ground again. I looked at the flustered Leo in front of me, gathering all my strength to softly utter a sentence. “”It’s… it’s all my fault. I’m sorry.”” After saying that, my vision went black, and I passed out. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Seeing me open my eyes, Mom quickly rushed to the bedside. “”Stella, you’re finally awake! You scared me to death!”” Leo snorted from the side. “”Still acting. It was just a light touch, wasn’t it? Why make such a big deal out of it?”” Dad also frowned slightly. “”Comminuted fracture. Doesn’t look fake. Do you have some innate illness?”” With that, Dad called the doctor again for a full body check-up. The results showed that, apart from that arm, all my other body parts were perfectly healthy, with no issues whatsoever. I ducked my head, timidly speaking. “”Mom and Dad, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. My bones are too fragile, I’ve caused you trouble.”” Dad shook his head, telling Olivia and Leo, “”Stella’s body is weak. Be careful with her; don’t hurt her again.”” Olivia nodded obediently, pulling a thermos from behind her. “”Sister, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize your arm was so fragile. I made you some chicken soup; drink it to nourish your body.”” Leo sneered from the side. “”You pushed Olivia and ended up like this, yet Olivia isn’t holding a grudge and even made you chicken soup. How considerate. You should learn from Olivia.”” Mom and Dad smiled, relieved, seeing our harmonious scene. I took the chicken soup, thanking her repeatedly. “”Thank you, little sister. I’ll definitely get better and won’t cause any more trouble for the family.”” Saying that, I took the chicken soup and drank it all. But the moment the chicken soup entered my stomach, I suddenly felt a burning sensation. Olivia watched me from the side, a half-smile on her face. “”I specifically added extra black pepper, so sister can sweat it out and recover quickly.”” But the next second, I suddenly started coughing violently. Leo rolled his eyes. “”Look at you, so ungraceful, choking on chicken soup…”” He hadn’t finished his sentence when I spat a mouthful of blood onto his face. My vision went black, and I collapsed, unconscious. 2 When I next awoke, Olivia was kneeling before Mom and Dad, crying as if her heart would break. “”I—I really only put in a little black pepper! Nothing else!”” Leo was also flushed with urgency. “”You’ve been with Olivia for so many years! Don’t you know her character? How could she poison anyone? It must be Stella faking it!”” No sooner had he spoken than a heavy slap landed on his face. “”A broken arm can be faked, but can death be faked? Stella stopped breathing half an hour ago! The doctors declared her dead! How much more fake can it get?”” Mom cried, pulling Dad. “”Don’t blame the children. It can only be said that Stella had bad luck. The dead cannot be brought back to life; we can’t blame our living children for someone who’s gone.”” Dad covered his head, let out a deep sigh, and slumped to the ground. I lifted the white sheet covering me and slowly sat up. Olivia was the first to notice something was wrong, suddenly jumping up in terror, pointing at me and stammering. “”She, she…”” Dad hadn’t seen my condition yet, saying gloomily, “”Ultimately, I owe Stella. I…”” “”Mom and Dad, what’s wrong?”” As soon as I spoke, Mom and Dad simultaneously turned their heads, erupting in a chorus of screams. Leo’s eyes widened in terror, and he backed away repeatedly. “”It’s a zombie! Doctor, it’s a zombie!”” Hearing the commotion, the doctor rushed in, looking at me in disbelief. An experienced, white-haired old doctor quickly instructed the other doctors to take me to the operating room. After a thorough examination, the doctor joyfully told Mom and Dad that my body had fully recovered and was perfectly fine. The doctor didn’t know how to explain the phenomenon, so he simply said I had entered a state of suspended animation. Hearing this, Leo immediately cursed at me. “”I knew she was faking it! Stella, you’re such an actress, you can even fake death! Why don’t you go to a movie set and play a dead person?”” I, shedding tears, said weakly, “”Brother, I really don’t know what happened. After drinking the chicken soup, I felt a burning pain in my stomach and then passed out.”” The doctor also explained on my behalf that suspended animation wasn’t faked but a state of shock caused by physical injury. Dad sighed, stroking my head. “”You probably suffered too much hardship in your childhood, leaving you with this condition. Don’t think too much about it; go home and rest well.”” After that, Dad glared fiercely at Olivia and Leo again, warning them not to harm me further. Back home, I contacted a renovation crew and had surveillance cameras installed in every corner of the house. Mom stared at the pile of cameras, dumbfounded, asking what I was doing. I bit my lip, speaking softly. “”My body is too weak. If I accidentally die one day, the cameras can prove that my brother and sister didn’t harm me, so you won’t be implicated.”” Hearing my words, Olivia clenched her fists, her face red, unable to speak. That evening at dinner, Mom and Dad specially prepared a lavish meal to help me recover. Olivia and Leo sat several feet away from me, afraid of any physical contact. I proactively served Olivia a bowl of porridge, gently placing it in front of her. She suddenly smiled eerily, took the porridge, and drank it all. The next second, her face turned bright red, and she frantically scratched at her face. “”Did sister put peanuts in the porridge? I’m allergic to peanuts! I feel terrible!”” Olivia’s face broke out in a rash. She fell to the ground, screaming in agony. Mom and Dad were startled. They glared at me fiercely, then rushed to comfort Olivia, full of distress. Olivia, while screaming, stealthily glanced at me with a mischievous look. But unexpectedly, I suddenly covered my ears, breathing heavily. “”My—my heart hurts so much! I can’t breathe…”” No sooner had I spoken than I passed out again. 3 When I regained consciousness again, I was already lying in a funeral home. Surrounded by strangers, Mom and Dad stood in front of me, crying hysterically. Aunts and uncles kept comforting Mom and Dad. “”Stella’s passing was an accident. Don’t blame yourselves too much. You still have Olivia, don’t you?”” Dad beat his chest. “”If we hadn’t lost Stella when she was little, her health wouldn’t be this bad. I can’t imagine how much hardship she suffered as a child.”” Olivia and Leo knelt on either side, their faces pale, biting their lips without a word. A man in a black suit solemnly spoke. “”The hour has come. Rest in peace.”” Everyone around burst into tears. I blinked in confusion, then sat up from the coffin. “”Why are you all crying?”” As soon as I spoke, the scene fell silent for a moment, then erupted in screams. Everyone immediately scattered, even Mom and Dad backed away repeatedly in fright. But hearing the continuous screams, I again felt a sharp pain in my heart. I clutched my chest, groaning in agony. Seeing my condition, Dad immediately reacted, quickly grabbing the people around him. “”Don’t scream loudly! Stella isn’t dead! She’s still alive!”” Hearing Dad’s words, everyone immediately quieted down. My face was pale. I clutched my chest, speaking with difficulty. “”Mom and Dad, please don’t blame sister. It’s just my heart is fragile and can’t handle being scared.”” Saying this, I pulled out my phone and accessed the home surveillance footage. “”Look, sister didn’t touch me; it has nothing to do with her.”” But to my surprise, the surveillance footage clearly showed Olivia quietly adding a handful of crushed peanuts to her porridge. Seeing this scene, a hushed murmur immediately spread through the crowd. Dad’s face was extremely grim. He glared at a visibly embarrassed Olivia. Olivia’s face turned red. She stammered, trying to explain, but Dad cut her off. “”Enough! Aren’t you embarrassed enough? We’ll talk about this at home!”” Dad quickly directed the family bodyguards to rush me to the hospital. After an examination, the doctor said in disbelief, “”My goodness, this girl has nine lives! She was in suspended animation for three days and three nights, and now she’s perfectly recovered!”” Dad, still uneasy, put me through a series of tests. Only after confirming I had no issues did he cautiously take me home. As soon as we entered the house, Dad sternly admonished Olivia. “”I never imagined you would go to such lengths to frame Stella!”” Mom shook her head in disappointment. “”Olivia, Mom and Dad won’t abandon you, but why would you do something like this?”” Olivia quickly knelt on the ground, slapping herself hard. “”It’s all my own foolishness! I’m sorry, Mom and Dad! I’m sorry, Sister! Please forgive me!”” Leo quickly pulled her up, distressed. Dad snorted coldly, immediately laying down the rules. Olivia and Leo were strictly forbidden from touching my body, always maintaining a distance of at least three feet from me. Their voices at home could not exceed 50 decibels, and so on. Leo glared fiercely at me, then led a red-eyed, weeping Olivia back to her room. As Olivia passed me, she suddenly stopped, whispering in my ear, “”I know your secret.”” Hearing her words, I couldn’t help but frown. That night, I got up to use the restroom. Passing Olivia’s room, I suddenly smelled something burnt. Fire! I instinctively pushed open Olivia’s door but found she wasn’t in the room. I immediately realized something was wrong and quickly prepared to leave the room. But to my surprise, the door suddenly slammed shut. I forcefully twisted the doorknob, but the door wouldn’t budge. The door was locked! A cold sweat immediately broke out on my body. Sparks flew from the wardrobe, and thick smoke quickly filled the entire room. I immediately searched everywhere for something to extinguish the fire, but after searching for a long time, there was no water, not even a large piece of clothing! I quickly tried to kick the door open, but it was tightly shut; I couldn’t budge it. I hadn’t brought my phone when I went to the restroom. Helpless, I could only desperately pound on the door, shouting for help. But suddenly, a scornful laugh came from outside the door. “”Don’t waste your energy. Mom and Dad are fast asleep; they can’t hear you.”” It’s Olivia! I took a deep breath. “”Olivia, I advise you to open the door, or you know the consequences.”” Olivia sneered. “”Consequences? Haha, you appeared in my room, and then a fire started. There are no cameras in my room. Who do you think Mom and Dad will believe started it?”” So that’s what she was waiting for. I calmly said, “”Since you know my ability, you should also know that I don’t die easily. What’s the point of what you’re doing now?”” Unexpectedly, Olivia suddenly burst into laughter. “”Hahaha, your body is indeed special, but if it turns to ash, can you still revive?”” Hearing Olivia’s words, I couldn’t help but tremble. “”Stella, see you in the next life.”” With that, Olivia’s voice completely vanished. The smoke grew thicker and thicker. I felt a burning sensation in my lungs, almost unable to breathe. I covered my mouth and nose, bending down to the window, intending to jump. But Olivia had locked the windows too; I couldn’t open them. Soon, flames licked at me, and my arm instantly turned red and blistered. Outside, chaos erupted. I heard Mom and Dad loudly calling my name from outside the door. I immediately pounded on the door, shouting for help. But unexpectedly, Leo’s voice came from outside. “”Mom and Dad, I just checked Stella’s room; no one’s there.”” Olivia’s urgent voice also chimed in. “”The fire came from my room! Good thing I was in the bathroom just now; it scared me to death. I searched everywhere but couldn’t find Sister. She must have run out.”” I heard Mom and Dad’s footsteps receding, stamping my foot in frustration. No choice. I have to rely on myself now. I endured the intense pain, rummaging through boxes and drawers for anything that could save my life. Suddenly, I found a bottle of water in a drawer. Saved! This small amount of water wouldn’t put out the fire, but if I wet my clothes and covered my mouth and nose, it could significantly delay asphyxiation. As long as I could hold on until Mom and Dad rescued me, I would live! Thinking this, I immediately took off my outer garment, poured water on it, and placed it over my nose. But unexpectedly, I suddenly felt a dizzying sensation. Damn it, someone poisoned the water! Before I could react, my vision went black, and I passed out. Soon, a searing burning sensation spread to my face, then rapidly engulfed my entire body. I could distinctly feel the intense pain on my body; I felt as if I was melting, yet I couldn’t open my eyes at all. I had no strength left. I had experienced “”death”” so many times, but this was the first time I felt what it was like to be burned alive. Looks like this time, I was truly finished. Just as I plunged into despair, a crisp notification sound suddenly echoed in my ears. [Congratulations, Host, for successfully dying 99 times. You have now received the Indestructible Body reward. You will not die regardless of the damage sustained.]

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The Campbell family, the wealthiest in the capital, sent people to find Alice Campbell. I was with her, catching chickens on our farm. They said Alice was the Campbell family’s missing heir, presumed gone for five years, inheriting billions. “This money is the Campbell family’s compensation for your five years. We hope you’ll accept it.” I knew this money was hush money, severing any connection between Alice and me. Alice’s eyes were bloodshot. She clutched my sleeve, looking wronged and sad. “I’ll go back, but only if he comes with me!” Watching everyone exchange awkward glances, I wiped chicken manure from my hands and, in front of Alice, accepted the black card. “Alice, you go back alone.” “I’m used to living in the South. The North is dry and cold; I don’t like it.” Alice, it’s not that I haven’t gone back with you before. It’s just that I died too tragically in my last life. This time, I’ve learned my lesson. 1. The December wind was damp and cold. Alice tightly gripped my sleeve, her eyes glistening. “Lucas, are you abandoning me?” The same words, the same look as in my previous life. But this time, I wouldn’t soften. Through her, I looked at the dark mass of people standing on the ridge, then slowly, one by one, pried Alice’s fingers from my hand. “Alice, you don’t belong here.” “Have you forgotten? You’re just a stray cat or dog I picked up on the roadside.” Alice’s glistening eyes immediately turned crimson at my words. These were the words Alice hated most. When I first found Alice, she couldn’t even speak clearly. When asked her name or where she lived, she knew nothing, only shook her head. Helpless, I had no choice but to keep her with me. Some mischievous children in the village nicknamed her “Fido,” saying she was a dog following me everywhere. Alice hated those words, but couldn’t stop others’ mouths. “Alice, it’s okay.” “Their mouths are their own. As long as we know it’s not true, that’s what matters.” My deceased grandfather taught me that. Later, I taught it to Alice. But now, I was saying those very words to Alice myself. “Lucas, are our five years of shared life only worth this amount of money?” Alice’s voice trembled as she spoke. In my previous life, I also felt our five years together shouldn’t be severed by mere money. So even knowing that returning to Capital City with her would mean facing scrutiny and criticism from the Campbell family, I still wanted to stand by her side and face it together. “Alice, without money, people die. But without sentiment, people live more easily.” “You should know how important money is, having been with me for these five years. This money can ensure my grandmother and I live comfortably for the rest of our lives.” I didn’t want to get further entangled with Alice. I called out to the people behind her: “What are you still waiting for?” “Are you expecting your Miss Campbell to climb into the car herself?” My utterly indifferent words landed, and Alice completely lost it. She snatched the card from my hand, forcefully snapped it in half, and threw it into a nearby muddy puddle. Alice desperately clung to me, holding on tightly. “Lucas, I don’t want to go!” “I just want to be with you! I promised Grandma I would take good care of you. You even said we’d have a son and a daughter, that we’d work hard together to buy a house and move to the city!” “Now I can give you the best life, why have you suddenly changed?” Five years had etched Alice’s dependence on me into her bones. She felt she couldn’t leave me, that she absolutely needed me. That was only because, for now, she didn’t remember her fiancée in Capital City. And that fiancée had waited for her painstakingly for five years. If she had known all of this back then, she wouldn’t have chosen to take me with her. “Alice, stop acting like a child.” “Are you really taking a children’s game seriously?” Those arms wrapped around me loosened. “Lucas, you’re so heartless.” The tearful accusation made it sound as if I were a cruel, unfaithful lover deserving of a thousand cuts. But Alice, you don’t know. In my previous life, I also believed we could have a lifetime of happiness. But it wasn’t until you remembered the person you loved that I realized how foolish I had been. The moment my grandmother and I died in that foreign land, I wished for another chance. I would never go back to Capital City with you again. The news that Alice was the daughter of the capital’s wealthiest family quickly spread throughout our impoverished little mountain village. Everyone, wearing ingratiating smiles, gathered in our yard to watch the spectacle. “Lucas, you’ve really hit the jackpot. Don’t forget us folks once you’re rich and famous!” “That’s right, I heard the Campbell family only has one daughter. So you’ll be the heir to a fortune, won’t you?” “I always said this Alice looks different from the children in our poor backwater. See, she’s a rich family princess!” The yard was bustling with their chatter. I glanced over, then walked to the water pump, washed my hands, and splashed water on my face. “Everyone, disperse.” “Alice is gone.” I knew the people gathered at the door simply wanted some benefits from Alice. After all, a little dust falling from the capital’s wealthiest family was enough for an ordinary family’s year-long sustenance. Everyone was surprised I hadn’t gone with her, and murmurs of discussion rose and fell. Too lazy to bother, I closed the door. “Lucas…” Grandma’s weak voice came from the bedroom. I quickly went in. Seeing Grandma, who in my previous life had frozen to death at the Campbell family’s gate because of me, tears welled up in my eyes. “Good child, why are you crying?” “Is it because Alice didn’t want to take you, and you’re sad?” I shook my head. “Then tell Grandma what’s wrong. Grandma will stand up for you.” I shook my head again, helping Grandma sit down. “Grandma, I chose not to go with her.” “I want to stay by your side forever.” Grandma lovingly ruffled my hair, holding me and gently stroking my back. “Silly child…” The lullaby she hummed was like a sleep-inducing melody, drawing me into a dream. But in that dream was my previous life, a past I could never forget. The first day I followed Alice back to Capital City, I stood at the opulent Campbell Manor, carrying the dried fish, dried meat, and free-range chickens Grandma had specially prepared for me. At that moment, I realized what it meant to be out of place. I clutched Alice tightly beside me, as if she were my only lifeline. Alice gently squeezed my hand, smiling. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Those were words I often said to her. When I first found Alice, she was injured everywhere, especially her right knee, which was severely hurt. She always walked with a limp, often mocked and bullied. Back then, I stood in front of her, defending her, telling her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Grandma and I worked desperately to earn money for her treatment, buying her the best and most expensive rehabilitation equipment. She always said with red eyes that she would repay us someday, promising to earn money and support us once she recovered. Later, she did. But she also broke her promise. “You’re Lucas?” The question came from Alice’s mother, Eleanor. Fifty years old, yet showing no traces of time. Completely different from the fifty-year-old women in our village. I timidly nodded, the expensive carpet beneath my feet feeling like pins pricking my soles. “These are specialties my grandmother asked me to bring. Here, for you…” I crouched down, taking out the items one by one as Grandma had instructed. Alice bent down, handing them over to Eleanor piece by piece. But when I looked up, I saw the almost identical expressions of disgust on their faces. They covered their mouths, frowning, as if what was before them was something filthy. My heart instantly turned cold. Seeing their reaction, Alice roared, “Is no one going to take these?!” No one dared to defy this young princess. At her command, several people scrambled out and carried away everything I had brought. Alice, her face cold, helped me up, then solemnly introduced me to everyone. “This is my boyfriend, Lucas.” “He is my future husband. If you don’t accept him, it means you don’t accept me.” In the enormous living room, you could hear a pin drop. No one dared to speak; the atmosphere was terribly eerie. Until a soft sigh came from the crowd, and a path was automatically cleared. I looked in that direction; a man in a suit silently watched Alice and me. “Alice, you say he is your future husband.” “Then what am I?” 2 The first time I saw Victor, I realized a man could be so refined and handsome. He was like a star stepped out of a movie, dazzling and brilliant. It was then I learned that he and Alice had been childhood sweethearts, growing up together. Their bond was so deep that even when Alice was missing for five years, Victor remained, waiting painstakingly. “Alice, I waited for you for five years. Do you know what those five years were like for me?” “Alice, how could you forget me?” “And how could you fall in love with a man like this?” Alice instinctively let go of my hand. That was the first time I saw such a conflicted expression on Alice’s face. Alice arranged for me to stay in a villa, just across the street from Campbell Manor. That night, Alice held me tightly as she slept, talking about her hopes for the future. “Lucas, this will be our home from now on. Don’t worry, I will give you a proper answer.” “I told you, I only recognize you.” Those words were like a steady anchor, calming my uneasy heart. Alice hadn’t recovered her memory, but she still remembered how to handle company affairs. She traveled between three points every day, and I rarely heard her mention Victor again. Fearing I’d be bored, Alice brought my grandmother to Capital City. Grandma and I spent every day making her favorite dishes, and she always smiled contentedly. Every evening after dinner, we would watch the sunset from the rooftop. We used to love watching the sunset behind the farm in our village; she said she wanted to watch sunsets with me for the rest of her life. Those few months were the happiest time of my life. We no longer worried about money and lived the life we had dreamed of. But later, Alice became increasingly busy with the company, and Grandma and I often went days without seeing her. Occasionally, she’d visit, but only for a short while before leaving. Sunsets, too, became something I watched alone. I often zoned out until nightfall, still unable to wait for Alice to watch the sunset with me. It wasn’t until Alice’s birthday that she said she wanted to take me back to Campbell Manor. I once again stepped into that intimidatingly large house. I wore a suit I wasn’t used to, surrounded by eyes filled with malicious judgment. I tightly gripped Alice, but this time, Alice didn’t say, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” She said, “I’m going upstairs to change. Wait for me here.” I wanted to follow, but she went upstairs before I could speak. The next second, I saw Victor. “Do you know Alice is undergoing memory recovery treatment?” “She’s about to remember me.” A piercing ringing sound erupted in my ears; my nerves snapped at that moment. A violent impact, and I was brutally knocked to the ground. Victor’s sharp heel dug into the back of my hand, almost drilling a hole through it. “Ah…” The elegant music and the chatter of the crowd drowned out my cry of pain. I lay there on the ground, watching Alice, dressed in exquisite attire, pass through the crowd. “Alice!” Victor smiled, waving to her, and walked to her side. They danced song after song amidst thunderous applause, clearly the most perfectly matched couple in the world. Like a prying thief, I numbly turned and left the Campbell residence. Outside, Eleanor was seeing off guests. “Alice and Victor’s wedding is set for the fourth day of the New Year. Make sure you all come.” Amidst the flattery and congratulations, Eleanor said, “Campbell Manor is not a place for just any stray cat or dog.” I knew “stray cat or dog” referred to me. Though it was only across the street, it felt like I walked for an eternity. That day, Alice didn’t return to the villa for the first time. [Lucas, something came up at the company. I won’t be coming over today.] I knew Alice was lying. But some things, I just wanted to hear her say to me. Yet she didn’t come for half a month straight. When she finally did, her face was grim. “Lucas, Victor said he came to Jade Creek Village to find me. He even met you.” “But you kept it hidden. You said you hadn’t seen me. Is that true?” That was the first time I saw Alice angry with me. The way she looked at me was like she was looking at a stranger. I held back the tears welling in my eyes, stubbornly looking up. “I didn’t.” I wouldn’t admit to something I hadn’t done. “I never saw anyone come to Jade Creek Village looking for you!” “You’re still lying!” Alice roared, playing a video on her phone, amplified. The video showed villagers from Jade Creek Village saying they had seen Victor. “Seen him, yes, he came from the city. I even gave him directions.” “That’s right, I told him the person he was looking for was at the Lius’. I was wondering why he didn’t take Miss Campbell home!” “Lucas must have been hiding something malicious!” … One accusation after another, almost everyone was blaming me for hiding Alice. I had no way to defend myself, only continuously clutching Alice’s sleeve, saying I hadn’t. “Lucas isn’t like that, Alice!” “Five years, don’t you trust him?” Grandma, holding me, confronted Alice, pulling at Alice’s hand, telling her not to be fooled by the villagers. But those dark eyes held no trace of tenderness. “My name isn’t Alice; it’s Alice Campbell.” She shook Grandma off, and even when Grandma fell to the ground, her face showed no emotion. I suddenly realized the person in front of me wasn’t my Alice anymore. Her name was Alice Campbell, and she was Victor’s Alice. “If I had known this, I would never have brought you back to Capital City!” Alice’s resolute words were an unspoken death sentence for me. “Alice, you remembered, didn’t you?” I recalled Victor’s words, realizing the woman in front of me had recovered her memory. She hadn’t appeared for half a month straight. Only because she remembered that the person she was meant to love, meant to marry, wasn’t me. “You really didn’t have to put on such a show for me. If you had just said it, I wouldn’t have clung to you.” Alice looked down at me from above, emotionless. “There was no show.” “Lucas, Victor… he waited for me for five years. I can’t let him down.” I lowered my head and couldn’t help but smile, tears streaming down my face. “Her five years are five years. Are my five years not five years?” Alice’s step faltered slightly, but in the end, she walked out of our home without looking back. “This house is your compensation. The Campbell family will also cover your future living expenses.” “From now on, don’t look for me again.” After that, that villa became my cage, and also my tomb. That year was the darkest period of my life. The pain from the dream extended into reality, and I struggled awake. Sitting up, I looked around the room and let out a long sigh of relief. Good, it was just a dream. This time, I didn’t go with Alice. Suddenly, there was an urgent knock at the door. I pushed open the door, my palm sweating slightly, hidden by my side. Standing outside the door was no one else. It was Alice.

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I heard that the company heiress received fifty million and ten percent of the shares as a reward from her parents upon graduation. I sat at my cubicle, munching on leftover bread from the day before, my eyes wide with envy. I calculated in my head: even if she did nothing from now on, just collecting interest and dividends, she could still make over thirty million annually! As a pathetic and humble office drone, getting paid without working was my lifelong dream. However, that day, the chairman’s family found me. They said I was their biological daughter, who had been missing for twenty-three years. My best friend warned me, “Those elite families have a lot of rules; you won’t be able to handle it. Besides, they’ve raised Serena for over twenty years; they won’t have any affection for you.” I offered her a sly smile and told her, “It’s okay. I’m not after affection, just money.” 1. I was brought back to the Sterling family mansion. On the way, the butler explained the general situation of the Sterling family to me. The Sterling family had three children: the eldest son, James, the second son, Matthew, and the youngest daughter, Serena. After I went missing, Mrs. Sterling was heartbroken, so she adopted a girl from an orphanage, who is now Serena. Serena was smart, sensible, and had good grades, so she enjoyed the love of her parents and brothers from a young age. As soon as I got out of the car, I was blocked at the entrance by the Sterling family’s second son, Matthew. He scanned me from head to toe with an unfriendly gaze, then squinted at me and asked, “Are you Sophia Sterling?” I nodded and pointed to the butler beside me. “I suppose so; that’s what they told me. But you can also call me Chelsea, my original name.” He glanced at me, snorted disdainfully. “Country bumpkin. Not even a fraction as good as Serena.” “Give up. Even if you’re back, you’ll never replace Serena. The Sterling family will only ever have one daughter, and that’s Serena! There’s nothing about you that can compare to her!” “I’m warning you, you’d better be cooperative and polite to Serena. Don’t do anything that makes me dislike you, or else, I have plenty of ways to make you disappear!” With that, without waiting for my reply, he turned and entered the villa. I rolled my eyes at his retreating back. Who cares if he likes me or not? I’m here to make money, not to win his favor! Once I get the money, I won’t need him to kick me out; I’ll leave myself! Serena, as an adopted daughter, received fifty million and ten percent of the shares upon graduation. It wouldn’t be too much for me, the biological daughter, to get an extra ten million, right? As I was about to push the door open, it was pulled open from the inside. A girl roughly my age met my gaze, then quickly forced a smile, eagerly taking my hand and asking, “You must be Sophia, right?” “Come in quickly, Mom and Dad are waiting for you!” As expected, this was the legendary Serena Sterling, known for her high emotional and intellectual intelligence. She ushered me into the living room. On the sofa, an elegant middle-aged couple immediately stood up. Upon seeing me, Mrs. Sterling froze for a moment. Then she slowly walked up to me, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched my face. “Sophia… is it really my Sophia?” With that, she embraced me tightly, overcome with emotion. “Mom finally found you.” “How have you been all these years, out there? It’s Mom’s fault…” I had prepared myself for an unwelcoming reception, but suddenly being embraced by Mrs. Sterling like this filled me with a mix of emotions. I grew up in an orphanage, never experiencing any parental affection. As I pondered how to respond appropriately, a sudden crash of breaking glass came from behind me, mixed with Serena’s yelp. Everyone’s attention immediately shifted. She lay on the floor, clutching her elbow, whimpering, “Mom, it hurts so much…” Blood dripped onto the pristine floor. Mrs. Sterling immediately let go of me and rushed over. Her eyes were filled with concern and distress. “Serena!” “Quick! Call a doctor!” Mr. Sterling also rushed over. After seeing what happened, he angrily scolded the surrounding maids. “What are you doing? How could you let Miss Serena serve tea herself?!” Serena quickly pulled him back, explaining, “Dad, it’s not their fault. I wanted to personally pour a cup of tea for Sister, since she’s back.” “It’s my fault, I was too clumsy, I missed a step.” Her weak explanation to the maids, nestled in Mrs. Sterling’s arms, would make anyone pity her. 2 Soon after, the family doctor arrived. After a quick bandaging, Matthew, still worried, insisted on going to the hospital for another check-up. So, the whole family prepared to accompany her to the hospital for more tests. As they were about to leave, Mrs. Sterling suddenly remembered me, standing behind her. She turned, giving me an apologetic look. “Sophia, Mom originally prepared a welcome banquet for you, but this…” Before she could finish, Matthew turned back, grabbed her, and interrupted. “Alright, Mom, what’s with a welcome banquet for a country bumpkin like her? What’s important now is Serena. She’s bleeding so much; aren’t you worried? Let’s go!” Then, two seconds later, I heard a bang as the door was forcefully shut. Suddenly, the enormous villa was left with only me. I sat on the sofa, simply glancing around. Suddenly, my right hand brushed against a book. I looked down and picked it up. It was a photo album. Opening the first page, Serena’s smiling face, holding a coconut, appeared, with a beach island as the background. Next were photos from summer camp, from international competitions, and of everyone celebrating her birthday. Most of the photos were from 2013. In 2013, I was 12 years old, just starting middle school and growing rapidly. The orphanage had many children, so to get more food every day, I would go to the cafeteria after school to help the aunties wash vegetables and assist in the kitchen. While I was still worrying about going hungry, she was vacationing on an island with her parents and brother. Comparing people really kills you. I stayed in the living room until almost midnight, with no sign of anyone returning. After thinking about it, I decided to go back to my old home first. Picking up my bag, I was about to stand up when Mrs. Sterling, with Serena in her arms, opened the door. She looked a little surprised to see me. “Sophia, it’s so late, where are you going?” “It was so late, and you hadn’t returned. I didn’t know where to sleep, so I was going to head home.” Hearing my reply, she paused, her expression apologetic. “Mom completely forgot.” “Hmph, what are you trying to do, playing pitiful!” Matthew scoffed at me. Mrs. Sterling turned back and called out to Aunt Lee, who was behind her. “Aunt Lee, quickly take Sophia to her room to rest.” “Mom, let me take Sister.” Serena stepped forward, volunteering. Mrs. Sterling smiled at her, relieved. “Serena is so thoughtful. Take your sister.” Serena stepped forward, familiarly taking my hand and leading me upstairs. She opened a room on the second floor. “Sister, you can stay in this room.” I looked up. The room was decorated quite warmly and girlishly. Before I could speak, Matthew rushed forward, blocking me. “No! This is Serena’s room! Serena, why would you give your room to this country bumpkin?” “Poor people like her are full of tricks. You’re so kind; don’t let her take advantage of you!” 3 Serena glanced at him, feigning a chiding tone. “Brother, the room Mom prepared earlier isn’t as big as this one. I thought that Sister suffered for so many years outside, and I’ve been happy in her place here for so long, so she should be properly compensated now that she’s back.” “I took Sister’s place. Now it’s time to give it back to her.” Then, she looked at me cautiously. “Sister, you won’t blame me, will you? Don’t worry, I’ll return everything that belongs to you. I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you don’t make me leave.” “I just love Mom and Dad too much; I can’t bear to leave them…” “…” So, Serena is a ‘green tea’ girl. “Nonsense! What replacement? You are my Walter Sterling’s daughter!” Mr. Sterling had appeared behind us at some point. Hearing Serena’s words, he sharply rebuked her. After speaking, he approached her and stroked her hair. “Silly child, don’t think such things. You were raised by your mother and me. For us, blood relation isn’t that important. You are our most beloved child.” Serena’s eyes welled with tears upon hearing this. She turned and hooked her arm through Mr. Sterling’s, acting coy. “Dad, of course I’m your daughter. I just feel bad for Sister and don’t want to leave you both…” While they were having their father-daughter moment, I walked to the adjacent room and pushed open the door. Good. Although it was a bit smaller than Serena’s room, it was bright and clean, infinitely better than where I used to live. “I’ll take this room.” Serena froze, still wanting to persuade me, but I interrupted. “Don’t worry, I don’t take other people’s things.” With that, before they could react, I took my luggage into the room. Reviewing the day’s events, I realized that aside from Mrs. Sterling being somewhat amiable towards me, everyone else seemed less than welcoming. I heard that Sterling Industries was originally Mrs. Sterling’s family business. Mr. Sterling had married into the family as a live-in son-in-law. After the old man passed away, Mrs. Sterling, having no interest in business, largely handed over management to Mr. Sterling. So, in this family, Mrs. Sterling still held considerable sway. This meant that in this household, mainly currying favor with Mrs. Sterling should be enough. People die for wealth, birds die for food. I’ll just consider this a job. I’ll give myself one year. Get sixty million and shares, then I’m out of here! The next morning, a knock sounded at my door. It was Aunt Lee. She said James was back, and Mrs. Sterling wanted me downstairs. When I got downstairs, the family was happily dividing the gifts James had brought back. James was momentarily surprised to see me. Then he picked up a gift from the table and handed it to me. “You must be Sophia, right? This is a gift I brought back from abroad, the same as Serena’s.” “Thank you.” I politely accepted it. It seemed he was slightly more friendly towards me than Matthew. Opening it, I found a diamond necklace. It looked like it was worth a lot. This big brother is quite generous. Note to self: include him in the ‘curry favor’ strategy! Just as I was lost in thought about when I could sell it for cash, Serena sweetly called out to someone nearby. “Brandon, can I come to your birthday party the day after tomorrow?” Only then did I notice a stranger sitting on the sofa. He was quite handsome and had an extraordinary demeanor, most likely another well-to-do second-generation rich kid. No wonder Serena was so demure. Perhaps sensing my curiosity, James thoughtfully introduced me. “This is my good friend, Brandon Hayes.” Brandon heard this, turned, and met my gaze. In a fleeting moment, a flash of shock appeared in his eyes. However, a moment later, his expression changed. He smiled, waving at me. “Hello, Sophia.” With those words, Serena’s smile froze.

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Henry had a female “buddy.” Their bond was so tight they’d share a bed, even scoop ice cream from the same bowl. I insisted they keep their distance. He grew impatient: “If anything was going to happen between us, it would’ve happened ages ago. Can’t we just trust each other?” Fine. I turned around and found myself a male best friend.

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I married the man my sister didn’t want, and found unexpected happiness. Until my sister suddenly returned from abroad. She looked at my pregnant belly, smiled, and pushed me down the stairs. When Adam arrived, I was covered in blood. He rushed me to the hospital, but the baby was lost. I wanted my sister to pay for her crime, but Adam said: “We can have another child, but Luna is one of a kind.” 1 “Let’s get a divorce.” I stared blankly at the hospital room ceiling, my heart aching as if pierced by needles. Last night’s torment flashed vividly before me. When I was pushed down the stairs, Adam’s first reaction was to check on Luna. I missed the critical window for saving my baby, and now I could never conceive again. Adam, however, seemed unfazed: “Don’t be ridiculous. We can always have another child.” My eyes widened in disbelief, my fingers digging into the white bedsheets beneath me. “Adam, that was our child!” Adam’s face hardened into a cold silence. I had once believed I married the right man. Now, I was utterly disheartened. Months ago, as Adam and I lay entwined, he held me tightly and whispered “Luna.” Luna. That was my sister’s name. Mom and Dad always said I was a bit slow, hoping I’d be smarter. So, my name is Audrey. They’d always said Luna was as pure and flawless as the moon. “Audrey, she’s your sister. Why do you have to pick a fight with her over a child?” “Adam, have you lost your mind?! She pushed me down the stairs! Are you blind?!” “It wasn’t her fault, she was scared!” Adam roared at me. My heart twitched with a sharp pain. “Exactly, exactly, your sister would never do such a thing.” My parents chimed in from beside him. My eyes instantly welled up. I stared at everyone in disbelief, then it dawned on me. I married him in Luna’s place. She’d said she didn’t want to get married, so my parents sent her abroad. But then, Adam had been so good to me, so attentive. I’d even forgotten that Luna was his first love, his ‘moonlight.’ And my parents had never once stood by me. I was an outsider. A nurse came in to check on me, asking if I needed to use the restroom. Before my pregnancy, when I was ill, Adam would always carry me out of bed. “Is this your husband?” the nurse tentatively asked. “Shall I have him help you?” Adam’s gaze held no trace of concern, only repulsion and disdain. I offered a cold, bitter smile and denied it: “No, he cheated on me. He’s not my husband anymore. Oh, and the woman next to him is my sister, which makes her the other woman.” “Audrey, what nonsense are you spouting?! Are you insane?!” Adam’s face was a mask of shock, his voice a low, furious reprimand. I weakly leaned against the wall, limping into the bathroom. After flushing the toilet and turning on the faucet, I couldn’t suppress my sobs. The people in this family were no longer willing to put on an act. Luna clung to Adam, crying pitifully, her face streaked with tears, a sight that would move anyone. Seeing me emerge, she slowly detached herself from him. She hid behind Adam, completely shielded. When I was rushed to the hospital, I was in excruciating pain, crying hysterically. But when Adam received a call saying Luna seemed terrified, he abandoned me and swiftly left. The doctors even thought he was a hit-and-run driver. Haha. “Are you really going to divorce me?” Adam seemed not to believe my words. “That’s my freedom,” I replied coldly. Adam didn’t answer. He just kept his brows and lips tightly pressed together. He always frowned so much; for years, I would smooth his brow while he slept. He probably didn’t believe I would truly let go. I almost forgot, Adam used to be a doctor. I spent all my savings to help him get promoted. Half of his success in becoming a director was due to me. His image as a devoted husband was something I helped create by covering up for him and rallying support. The child was conceived around that time. Come to think of it, was everything really just a coincidence? “I’ll apologize to you on her behalf. Is that enough?” Adam demanded, challenging me. A human life, to be erased with just an apology. A wave of dizziness and heartache washed over me; I nearly stumbled. Luna suddenly let out a small cough. He immediately turned, asking her with concern. My parents returned, carrying bags, and unusually, greeted me with smiles. My mom deliberately boasted loudly: “These are specialties Dad and I specifically bought for you from the high-end district. Quick, look, they’re all really good tonics. What kind of parents are this good to their married daughter?!” I was genuinely touched. “Smash!” I threw the things to the floor. My disheveled state became undeniable. Adam immediately shielded Luna. Staring at me, he warned coldly: “Audrey, don’t throw a tantrum! What else do you want? If these aren’t good enough, I’ll buy you more! Just don’t hurt anyone else.” “Hurt?” I sneered, pointing at each item on the floor. “Milk, mangoes, bird’s nest, bone broth—I’m allergic to half of these four things. Adam, why don’t I test you now? Which two am I allergic to? If you can name them, I’ll eat everything else!” Adam suddenly froze, his face pale. “Go on, say it!” “You had so many problems when you were little! Who could remember all that?!” My mom snapped, full of impatience. She couldn’t keep up the act of a loving mother anymore. “We bought so many tonics, things we couldn’t even afford when we were kids, and you’re still complaining?! You ungrateful wretch! Do you know how much these cost?!” My dad also roared. My sister used to go to the hospital if she even sneezed. I, fearing I’d die from eating something, was now the ungrateful wretch. The commotion I caused attracted quite a few people. Luna, as expected, smiled sweetly and crouched down to pick up the items. “Oh, sis, Adam’s just too busy, and Mom and Dad are getting old and forgetful. You can’t eat mangoes, I won’t let them buy them for you again.” “See how thoughtful Luna is?” my mom exclaimed with satisfaction. “Then why did you give me mango milk during my college entrance exam?” Luna’s fingers suddenly froze. Did she think I’d forgotten? “Luna, don’t pick those up!” Adam pulled Luna away, his voice laced with concern, then glared at me in annoyance, frowning: “She’s not the kind of person you think she is. What happened on the stairs was an accident. We can always have another child…” “It’s fine. There’s surveillance at home,” I interrupted. I had specifically set it up for the baby that was about to be born. Whether it was an accident or not, it would be easy to prove. A crack finally appeared in Luna’s composed expression. Adam stared at me in silence for a long time, his gaze gaining a hint of smugness and malice. Finally, he conceded: “I can divorce you, but you are not to cause trouble for Luna.” I scoffed. “Otherwise, I can make sure you leave with nothing.” I stared at Adam in shock. Leaving with nothing required evidence. “Why…?” Adam seemed to have anticipated my question. He smiled sinisterly, “That child… wasn’t mine at all. You cheated.” Adam claimed— He had caught me cheating. I wondered if I had lost my memory. The one who should have fallen down the stairs was Adam. Otherwise, what kind of crazy talk was this? But Adam pulled out a video. The setting, unbelievably, was our own bedroom. One of the figures was a stranger… and the other woman was me?! Completely naked. How could this be possible?! I trembled all over, frozen in place. My mind went blank. “This video was found on your phone, Audrey. You cheated.” Adam’s tone was deadly serious. Fear washed over me. I distinctly remembered none of this happening. Even if it were true… how could he have kept silent until now? What exactly was he trying to do? “Impossible!” I clutched my head. A splitting headache. Adam coldly took a breath and said, “I was the one who put that person there.” “What… what?” I hoped my ears were malfunctioning. I hoped this was just a nightmare. Wake up, now! “Audrey, we’ve been married for three years and only now have a child. Don’t you find that strange?” I stood there, dazed. For the first time, Adam looked so unfamiliar and terrifying. When he proposed to me, he promised to be good to me for the rest of my life. “I can’t have children,” Adam calmly replied. “How can that be?! That was our child! Adam, are you being scammed?!” I screamed excitedly, my rationality on the brink of collapse. “Sis, Adam really can’t have children,” Luna looked at me provocatively. Adam gently put his arm around Luna and said seriously: “Don’t blame her. If it wasn’t for Luna, I wouldn’t have known about my special condition. But you said you wanted a child, and I happened to need one too.” To help him climb the ranks… “So, you put me in another man’s bed?!” My stomach churned with nausea; I almost threw up. “You should thank me,” Adam suddenly glared at me viciously, a twisted smile on his face: “I searched for so many people to find someone with good genes. I paid him a lot of money, and he agreed. That night, you enjoyed it yourself, didn’t you? More than with me. Aren’t you also one way on the surface, and another in private?!” “Slap!” Adam’s face turned scarlet. My vision went black, and I fell to the floor. No wonder he made me drink so much that day. He knew I didn’t like alcohol. Wait, no! I looked at my parents’ calm expressions. My body trembled. “Audrey, things have come to this, the baby’s gone, just get divorced.” My mom glanced at me, no trace of pity in her eyes. Adam wanted a child, truly, just for his own advancement and wealth. My mind felt like it was crumbling. I lunged at Adam’s arm and bit him. The next second, I was violently thrown to the ground. Adam kicked me: “Audrey, you think too highly of yourself. You were the one who slept with another man! You’re the one who wronged me!” I never realized before. Adam was so deranged. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Audrey, my dad, he died because of you…” Adam’s eyes held a malice that didn’t seem fake. When did I cause his father’s death? Luna looked down at me coldly: “Haven’t you always wondered what we owed the Stevensons? When you had an episode during your college entrance exam, Adam’s father had a car accident rushing to save you.” “If it weren’t for the mango milk, would I have been like that?!” “But you could have insisted on finishing the exam, yet you wasted so much time! If it weren’t for you, my dad wouldn’t have died!” Adam suddenly grabbed my throat, his eyes bloodshot. So, all these years, he’d been acting? I looked at him, confused and with a bitter smile: “Then why did you still marry me?” “Because you had to atone for your sins!” “All these years, you’ve never loved me?” Tears streamed down my face. Adam suddenly froze, his eyes filled with an unreadable complexity. “No.” The evidence was conclusive, verified by the court. I was forced to leave with nothing. Returning to collect my belongings, I found my boxes thrown outside. “Madam, everything’s packed for you. From now on, you can go home. Mr. Stevenson said you’re no longer the mistress of this house.” The housekeeper looked at me with difficulty. Where was my home? My parents, Luna, and Adam lived happily together. I had been thrown out. Overnight, I lost everything. Luckily, I still had some savings, so I temporarily stayed at a hotel. I set up a tombstone for my unborn child, crying hysterically. How could they find happiness? Things couldn’t just end like this. If others wouldn’t give me justice, I’d take it myself. Luna proactively asked to meet me. She asked why I wasn’t curious about when Adam went to see her. Her face held a mix of confusion and smugness. I took my hemostatic medicine and told her to get lost. “You had just gotten pregnant then, and Adam said seeing you made him sick. His trip abroad wasn’t for further studies; he went to find me. Those were the happiest days of my life, Audrey, just give up.” “He can only be mine.” During that time… I was in a maternity center. I thought I was being his strong support. He could understand, be grateful. Turns out, he was having a grand time with Luna abroad. All this time, he’d put on quite an act. He deserved an Oscar for my foolishness. I found a lawyer to sue. The lawyer said I had no chance. All the evidence favored Adam. No one could prove Luna caused the death of my child. The video only proved I cheated, nothing else. The home surveillance footage had also been deleted. Most of my money had been spent on the household, and my parents borrowed all my money during my pregnancy. My remaining balance was only enough for two months’ rent. I found an excuse to go back for my things. I discovered all traces of my existence were gone. Even the wedding photos were replaced with pictures of them together. After being discharged, I was very weak; I almost fell just climbing the stairs. Not to mention my haggard appearance, with half my hair gone. Adam looked surprised for a moment, but his expression remained cold: “If you had promised not to trouble Luna, none of this would have happened. You could have taken half of my assets. Even if you sue, what then? You won’t win.” I sneered. How could he give me half? He must have already transferred the assets. “I came to take Fluffy home.” Adam’s eyes flashed with a hint of guilt. “I’ll send someone to bring him to you.” The next second, a piercing dog bark suddenly came from the master bedroom. I immediately rushed in. In the bedroom, Fluffy lay on the floor, barely breathing, looking at me pitifully. “Fluffy!” I fell to the floor. Fluffy was a corgi I adopted before marriage, usually well-behaved, obedient, and incredibly gentle. “Luna! Are you trying to die?!” I shoved Luna hard, and she almost fell to the ground. Adam rushed to my front, glaring at me viciously. “It’s just a dog, what are you doing?!” True, he didn’t care about his own child. How could he care about a dog? My heart was bleeding. Fluffy was like half a child to me, and he wasn’t a puppy anymore! “Adam, he bit me first, that’s why I reacted.” Luna said, tearing up. Adam tenderly hugged and comforted her. “Fluffy never bites unless provoked! How could he bite you if you didn’t bother him?!” The dog hair on the floor was clearly pulled out deliberately. She had attacked a pet. My blood rushed, and I suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Adam froze, but Luna pulled him back. “Adam, that dog isn’t clean, don’t go near it.” Adam hesitated for a few seconds. He stared at me intently, staying close to Luna. I wiped my mouth, my stomach churning with nausea. Fluffy rubbed against my leg, drooling. Luna, when I wasn’t looking, suddenly kicked him. My hand tried to shield him, and though it scraped, Fluffy still let out a pained yelp. Soon, he stopped breathing entirely. “Fluffy, Fluffy…” Luna was still clinging pitifully to Adam’s arm: “Adam, I thought he was going mad and I was afraid he’d hurt you. I didn’t mean it.” “Luna!” I grabbed the vase from the table and threw it at Luna. It struck Adam’s forehead, drawing blood. He gasped, then looked at Luna, asking, “Are you okay?” Luna anxiously wiped his blood, then glared at me with red eyes, calling 911. I took Fluffy in a taxi to the vet hospital. But it was too late to save him. I took the home surveillance video. And found a strand of Adam’s hair in the bathroom. The shop told me the video repair would take at least half a month. I gave the hair to the hospital to test if the baby was truly mine and Adam’s. But it required the baby’s embryonic tissue. I used connections I’d made previously – a colleague of Adam’s. “Audrey, everyone knows about your situation now. Is there really a need to do all this?” Back then, for Adam’s sake, I had helped his colleague quite a bit. He wasn’t good at socializing, and many of his connections were ones I cultivated. I even helped Linda get her child into school. “I’m not asking for it for free,” I glared at her, gritting my teeth, not understanding what this had to do with her. “Alright, twenty thousand.” “What?! The most expensive is usually five thousand!” “Then don’t do it. Someone who cheated, going through all this, who are you trying to impress? That video was already…” Linda suddenly stopped, looking at me, trying frantically to cover up. She bravely explained: “I just happened to scroll past it occasionally, I didn’t spread it.” I stared at her in shock, my face even paler. A bitter sting in my heart. “Audrey, Adam is such a good man, we all saw it. The video can’t be faked. Don’t say I’m kicking you when you’re down, I’m already giving you a discount on this test.” Linda raised an eyebrow, haughty. Adam actually had no regard for my reputation. He truly wanted to destroy me. I sold my wedding ring. At the time, Adam spent three months picking out this ring with me. Now, for another woman, he frames me, abandons me. It all felt so surreal. I wished I could go back to before I met Adam. I returned to my high school. When people are close to death, they often want to revisit old places. But I never expected to run into Luna and Adam there too. She intimately linked arms with Adam, constantly cooing: “Adam, they say if you walk around each other’s old schools, you’ll be completely bound together for life.” Adam dotingly tweaked her nose, “Where did you hear that?” I was about to hide when a teacher suddenly called out to me. “Audrey!” Isn’t that my homeroom teacher? And the invigilator from back then. After chatting for a while, she sighed, “Back then, I was so worried you wouldn’t finish the exam, luckily you persevered. Too bad about that doctor…” I gave an awkward smile, feeling guilty. I saw Adam and Luna had also spotted me. The teacher didn’t notice, “There was a student in the next class, if she hadn’t said she had a stomach ache and delayed your treatment, you might have performed better. That doctor died in a car accident while rushing to get her medicine.” “He didn’t die because of me?!” I asked strangely. The teacher suddenly gasped, looking behind me. “Oh? I think that’s her.” Luna, being pointed at, her face instantly grew unnatural. “Don’t talk nonsense!” The teacher awkwardly waved her hand, “It’s been a long time, I can’t remember clearly, but I do remember that female student had a birthmark on the back of her hand.” Luna had a birthmark on the back of her hand. My parents used to say she was a reincarnation of a lotus fairy. This was something they had proudly boasted about to everyone. But no one knew we were sisters. They were ashamed. “Where did you find this extra?” Adam scoffed, his eyes full of cold indifference: “Audrey, stop playing games. Luna is so pure, not sly like you.” Luna deliberately cooed, “Adam, let’s go. Sis is already pitiful enough.” “Apologize.” Adam looked at me, utterly serious. He threw a card at me. “Apologize to Luna.” It contained a hundred thousand dollars. Adam’s heart, it turned out, was made of stone. I offered a bitter smile, trying hard to suppress my tears. “Adam, I hope you never regret this.” “Audrey, the biggest regret of my life was marrying you. You’re not even worth a single one of Luna’s fingers.” I needed treatment, money, and time. I bowed deeply, tears splashing onto the ground. “I’m sorry, I was wrong.” Adam forcefully lifted my chin, smugly saying: “That’s right. Didn’t you approach me for money from the start? Why pretend to care about the child?!” “That was our child!” I cried, breaking down in a scream. “He’s not!” Adam smiled, his eyes cold: “He’s a bastard.” Luna smugly pulled Adam away. I was overcome with anger and grief. The next second, I suddenly lost consciousness.

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1 I, Lucas Thorne, a hidden heir to a powerful family, was supposed to marry Emily Reed. But the night before the wedding, a sudden car accident plunged me into darkness. When I woke up again, the world was nothing but chaos. In the endless dark, I heard Emily and her assistant talking. “Emily, don’t worry, the accident perpetrator and the doctor are all taken care of. They won’t breathe a word. It’s just… Lucas loves to paint. After donating his corneas, he won’t be able to see again. What if he can’t accept it when he wakes up?” “He’s strong, unlike Adam. Adam wouldn’t be able to live without his sight. Besides, Lucas already has me, and I’ll take care of him for the rest of his life. I love him, but I can’t lose Adam.” The woman paused, her cool voice returning. “Oh, and have the doctor snip Lucas’s vas deferens as well. Adam would go crazy if he saw a child of mine and Lucas’s.” The assistant’s voice held a hint of protest: “But Emily, isn’t that too cruel to Lucas? He’s been with you since he was eighteen…” “Just do as you’re told, and don’t ask any more questions.” I felt a chill run through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. So, the woman I had loved unconditionally had long since fallen for the poor student I sponsored. She was even willing to destroy everything I had for his sake. If that’s the case, those who hurt me will not be spared. … Footsteps echoed in the hospital room. I forced myself to remain calm, feigning unconsciousness. “Ms. Reed, Mr. Grayson just donated his corneas and is still very weak. If we proceed with the vasectomy now, he might not withstand it and it could be life-threatening. I suggest we wait a while…” “I didn’t pay you to give me suggestions. This is an order, not a discussion. But if anything happens to Lucas, you know the consequences.” The doctor spoke nervously, “Yes, Ms. Reed.” A warm, searing touch brushed my cheek. Emily’s voice was soft and melodious. “Lucas, it’ll all be over soon. Don’t worry, I’ll always be by your side. I love you, Lucas.” My body gave a faint, uncontrollable shiver. A coolness grazed my cheek as Emily seemed to stand up. Sensing I was about to awaken, Emily’s voice turned cold and commanding: “Where’s the doctor? Prepare for surgery immediately. It must be done before he wakes!” I opened my eyes in terror, but saw nothing but darkness. Tears fell involuntarily as I reached out, grasping frantically at the air. “Wh-why can’t I see?” “Don’t be scared, Lucas. I’m here. I’ve always been here.” Emily held me tightly, her warm, small hand stroking my head. Her gentle voice seemed to brim with heartache. “You were in an accident… The doctor said your blindness is only temporary. Lucas, I’ll take good care of you…” The woman seemed to nod, then continued, “Be a good boy. Your body hasn’t fully recovered, so you can’t get too emotional. Let the doctor give you a nutritional shot.” If I hadn’t woken up early and overheard her conversation with the doctor, I would have believed every word she said. But now I knew that the so-called “nutritional shot” was just anesthesia to put me to sleep. I clutched the woman’s arm tightly, shaking my head desperately, my voice choked with emotion. “No… Emily, I don’t want the shot… I want to go home, can we just go home…?” Before I could finish, the cold needle pierced my skin. As my consciousness faded, I heard Emily’s familiar gentle voice. “Lucas, be good. Just sleep, and it will all be over. You’ll be fine with me here.” Tears streamed silently down my cheeks. Though my body was numb, my heart throbbed relentlessly. I closed my eyes in despair, and in the darkness, I saw eighteen-year-old Emily, her eyes red from crying, scolding me for being a fool for taking a knife for her. The girl’s tender, resolute voice echoed in my mind, “Lucas, I swear, this lifetime, I will never let anyone hurt you again.” Yet, the one who hurt me most, the one who sought to end my life, was precisely her. When I woke again, I had not only lost my sight and my love, but I would never have children of my own. I opened my eyes to the quiet of the hospital room, broken only by my own weak breathing. Soon, faint voices of an argument drifted in. “Lucas’s brother was in an accident. I have to go take care of him. Lucas’s brother has been so good to me; without him, I’d still be in the slums. I owe him everything, you can’t stop me…” It was Adam Grayson, the poor student I sponsored. Emily, who never tolerated defiance, had no hint of displeasure in her voice. “Adam, listen. Your eyes just recovered, the doctor said you shouldn’t move around much and need more rest. Lucas will be taken care of, you don’t need to worry.” My palms clenched the blanket involuntarily. When had Adam gone blind? Why didn’t I know? “Hiss!” A sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of my hand as a tiny needle quickly pierced my skin. The nurse’s voice was utterly impatient and angry as she snapped, “Don’t move!” She even pressed harder, as if to deliberately warn me. “How unlucky. Why do they get to take care of Ms. Reed’s fiancé, while I’m stuck with a blind invalid like you!” “If Mr. Grayson could put in a good word for me with Ms. Reed, I wouldn’t have to deal with the likes of you sicklings anymore…” “Crash!” The sound of a glass medicine bottle shattering interrupted her resentful muttering. “Ah! Who dares… M-Ms. Reed, why are you here…?” The nurse’s voice went from angry to trembling as Emily’s furious voice resonated through the room, sending a chill down my spine. “Get out. Don’t ever let me see you again.” A familiar warm embrace enveloped me. The woman’s body seemed to tremble slightly, her voice filled with guilt. “I’m sorry, Lucas. I was late, and you suffered. I’m so sorry…” A bitter smile played on my lips. Compared to having my corneas removed and my vas deferens severed, this little bit of hardship was nothing. But she seemed terribly remorseful, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. “I don’t want to stay in the hospital. I want to go home.” The woman’s warm breath feathered my neck. “Once the doctors clear you, I’ll take you home.” She didn’t know that the “home” I spoke of wasn’t her villa, but the prestigious Thorne family estate far away in London. Years ago, during a period of turmoil within the Thorne family, my father had hidden me in a coastal town for safety, but somehow, ill-intentioned people found out. When I was cornered in an alley, Emily appeared and took a fatal knife blow for me. In that moment, “love at first sight” became a tangible reality for me. Later, we went to the same university, fell passionately in love, and were inseparable. Everyone around us envied our relationship. Adam appeared around that time too. I pitied him, eating plain bread every meal, and admired his talent, so I stepped in to sponsor him. Adam was eternally grateful to me, and we became close friends, sharing everything. I just didn’t know when he and Emily ended up in the same bed, or when Emily fell in love with him. Emily brushed the stray hairs from my forehead, her voice softer than ever. “Lucas, can we still have the wedding tomorrow? I truly want to marry you quickly, to make you my husband.” The wedding I once dreamed of now felt like a nightmare. I gently shook my head. “No.” Emily didn’t expect me to refuse. She released me, explaining with rare patience, “I know you’re scared, but don’t worry, I’ll arrange everything perfectly. I guarantee no one will dare to say a word. Adam will be your best man and help you.” “Our officiant this time will be Evelyn Thorne, the head of the powerful Thorne family from London. I promised you I’d give you the grandest wedding.” Hearing my older sister’s name, my hand suddenly clenched the woman’s sleeve. The Thorne family didn’t know I was in the coastal town, nor did they know that Emily’s fiancé was me. Years ago, after I refused an arranged marriage with a powerful family’s daughter, I stormed out of the house and hadn’t contacted the Thorne family since. A bitter pang went through my heart. I couldn’t imagine what my sister’s expression would be seeing me in such a pathetic state. My arm suddenly felt heavy as a deep, resonant male voice spoke, “Lucas, I’ve been so worried about you. From now on, I’ll be your eyes, taking care of you for the rest of your life…” Emily cut him off, a trace of undetectable guilt in her voice. “Don’t be silly, Lucas’s blindness is only temporary.” Adam understood, resting his head on my shoulder, feigning comfort. “Right, my mistake. Maybe Lucas’s eyes will be fine tomorrow, and he’ll happily marry Emily. Lucas, I’m truly happy for you.” It was this innocent facade that had fooled me. The assistant brought the groom’s tuxedo. Only Adam and I were left in the room. “Lucas, I hear you designed this tuxedo yourself? It’s beautiful, but it’s too big for me.” The sound of fabric tearing in the silent room was exceptionally jarring. I knew he had ruined my wedding attire. “You’re blind; there’s no point in wearing such an expensive tuxedo. Your hospital gown suits you much better.” “Splash!” My eyes stung with a sharp, burning pain, as if they were on fire. I cried out, my hands trembling as I tried to wipe away the liquid. Adam held my wrist in a death grip, his venomous voice whispering in my ear. “Lucas Thorne, your blindness wasn’t from the accident at all. I never thought a casual remark would make Emily take your corneas for me. And I didn’t even need them; they were filthy, not even a dog would touch them.” “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave quietly. Otherwise, what do you think? What if a casual word from me makes her take your life?” The acidic liquid burned my eyes, but it was less than a thousandth of the pain in my heart. Hearing the approaching click of heels, Adam roughly wiped away the liquid from my eyes, then lifted my hand high. “Slap!” A searing pain erupted in my palm. Before I could react, a powerful shove sent me reeling. My head slammed against the wall behind me, and my ears rang uncontrollably. “Lucas Thorne! You’re blind, not insane! Why are you attacking Adam? He’s very weak right now!” Though I couldn’t see Emily’s expression, her furious voice told me she had lost control. In all these years, this was the first time she had been so enraged. She had forgotten that I was the one whose body was weaker. Emily’s menacing voice rang above me, “Apologize to Adam! Otherwise, the wedding tomorrow is off!” She knew how desperately I longed for this wedding; it had been my greatest wish for years to wear a tuxedo and marry her. Just as she expected, I lowered my head, looking remorseful, the residual liquid in my eyes stinging. My voice trembled slightly with pain, “I’m sorry, Adam.” The woman’s cold voice came from the doorway, “I’ll have someone pick you up at eight tomorrow morning.” Emily didn’t know that tomorrow’s wedding, for me, was an escape. It was the day I would finally leave her. 2 The next morning, the assistant came to pick me up for the wedding car. Just as Adam said, I arrived at the wedding venue in my hospital gown. Adam’s tuxedo sleeve grazed my exposed wrist as he tossed a large coat over my head, chuckling. “Happy wedding, Lucas. Do you think wearing a tuxedo makes you the groom? It’s just to hide your blind eyes, to save you from making a spectacle.” Failing to see the despair he hoped for on my face, Adam was about to lash out. Emily’s displeased voice suddenly cut in. “Where’s your tuxedo? Lucas Thorne, are you deliberately trying to spite me? You’re going to marry me looking like that?” The assistant led me to the changing room. As soon as I took off my hospital gown, a woman’s excited voice suddenly sounded from behind me. “He might be blind, but he’s certainly not bad-looking. Be a good boy, don’t make a sound, and I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” “Click!” A cold sensation on my wrist—handcuffs. The woman’s body pressed against mine, and I was too weak to push her away. I could only open my mouth and bite her hard. “You little bastard, you’re asking for it!” The enraged woman’s stiletto heel dug into my abdomen, her panting breath hot on my neck. The woman’s soft lips had just brushed my chest when a sharp, surprised male voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. “Lucas! How can you do this at your wedding with Emily? How can you face Emily…?” The woman in front of me paused, panting, and spoke disdainfully. “He threw himself at me. I wouldn’t even want a blind man.” As soon as the words left her lips, countless accusatory voices erupted around me, their vicious words attacking me like venomous snakes. “I can’t believe Ms. Reed’s fiancé is blind!” “No wonder he’s blind, he has Ms. Reed and he’s still cheating, tsk tsk tsk.” “What a shameless philanderer!” I frantically reached for my torn clothes, burying my head in my knees, my whole body trembling violently. Suddenly, the air fell silent, broken only by the crisp click of high heels. “Lucas Thorne, you dare to betray me!” My throat was viciously squeezed. Emily’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with pure hatred. I used every ounce of strength I had, barely managing to gasp out a few words. “I… didn’t…” The feeling of suffocation slowly enveloped me. Emily abruptly released her grip, then seized my chin, squeezing it tightly. “Lucas Thorne, after all these years together, you should know that I hate betrayal most of all. I think you’ve lost your mind to be with a woman like that. If that’s the case, you won’t be attending today’s wedding.” “Guards, take him to the asylum!” As I was forcibly lifted, my heart plummeted. If I was sent to an asylum like this, I’d never be able to return to the Thorne family. Thinking this, I struggled desperately, broke free from their grasp, and ran forward, holding my breath. “Catch him!” Behind me, Emily’s furious voice echoed, along with countless footsteps. My heart pounded violently. There was only darkness before me, I couldn’t see anything, but I dared not stop running. Only by running desperately forward could I find a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, I collided into a warm embrace. A familiar, anxious female voice echoed above my head, “Lucas!” It was my eldest sister, Evelyn Thorne. My body instantly went limp. I lost my footing and completely collapsed into her arms. Seeing my pale, bloodless face, Evelyn reached out to caress my cheek, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. “Lucas, what have you done to yourself? Where have you been all these years…? Big sister finally, finally found you.” A crystal tear fell onto my face. I reached out, wanting to wipe away my sister’s tears, but I didn’t know where her face was. Evelyn noticed my abnormality. “Lucas, what happened to your eyes?!” Just as I was about to speak, Emily’s suppressed voice came from above me. “Lucas, come here.” My body instinctively trembled. Sensing my fear, Evelyn patted my back, soothingly. “Don’t be scared, Lucas. Big sister is here. No one will hurt you again.” I nodded, too choked up to speak, my body and mind slowly relaxing. Seeing me slowly close my eyes, leaning peacefully against Evelyn’s shoulder, Emily’s face completely sank. She looked at Evelyn coldly. “Release my fiancé.” Evelyn’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. In an instant, she had roughly pieced things together, and a chill emanated from her. Just as tensions rose, Adam appeared between the two women. He looked at Evelyn’s extraordinary demeanor and spoke with a meek smile. “This distinguished guest, his name is Lucas Thorne. He’s Ms. Reed’s fiancé. He recently went blind and suffered a bit of a shock, becoming completely insane. You should hand him over to us to send him for treatment, lest he accidentally harms you.” Evelyn’s eyes were clouded with gloom. “Get out.” Adam’s handsome face was filled with humiliation, his eyes instantly reddening. Emily wrapped him in her arms, waved her hand, and spoke in a low voice. “No matter who you are, you won’t leave here today.” A group of black-clad bodyguards surrounded them. Evelyn’s lips curved into a meaningful smile. “It’s been a long time since anyone dared to court death like this.” With a light whistle from her, three burly men with dragon tattoos carved into their profiles charged forward. In a moment, the black-clad bodyguards lay scattered on the ground. A guest gasped, “Those are the elite guards of the Thorne family from London!” “I heard Evelyn Thorne, the head of the Thorne family, was invited today. I can’t believe it’s true!” The crowd erupted into an uproar. Seeing Evelyn’s dark expression, many timid guests cautiously retreated from the hotel, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire. Adam’s face showed surprise. He hadn’t expected the person protecting me to be the head of the powerful Thorne family from London. His fists clenched tightly, jealousy almost overflowing from his eyes, filled with resentment. “Ms. Thorne, there must be some misunderstanding here. He’s not worth it, a blind man! He was just with another woman moments ago. You don’t need to…” Before he could finish, “Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…” Loud slaps echoed, accompanied by Adam’s sharp screams. “Ah!” Evelyn said calmly, “Those who harm Lucas will all face the same fate.” “Death.” Seeing the man she had always held so dearly being used as a punching bag, getting slapped repeatedly, Emily felt both heartache and fury. She forcefully pulled Adam back to her side, scrutinizing the woman before her whose aura was so oppressive. “Ms. Thorne, this is the coastal town. Surely you understand that the mighty dragon cannot suppress the local serpent.” “Moreover, my Reed family has never offended the Thorne family. Ms. Thorne, you were the one who took my fiancé and hurt my people first. Don’t you think you owe me a reasonable explanation?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her eyes as dark as ink. “How did I not know that my own brother was going to marry you? And you, do you even deserve to enter our Thorne family home?” Emily’s face betrayed undisguised shock. She remembered how I had never mentioned my family to her, and each time she asked, I would only vaguely say my family couldn’t make an appearance. She found herself whispering, “Lucas… Lucas is actually a member of the London Thorne family…” The Thorne family of London had three daughters, all powerful and influential, and a youngest son who had never appeared in public. Looking at the grim-faced woman before her, Emily couldn’t help but feel a pang of panic. Things might have just gotten very complicated. Her gaze fell on my tightly shut eyes, and her fists involuntarily clenched. “No… no… my eyes…” In a haze, I trembled with fear, my murmurs reaching everyone present. Evelyn tenderly stroked the back of my head, signaling to a bodyguard to pick me up, then walked past the stunned woman towards the door. Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, Emily’s heart gave a violent lurch. She suddenly realized she might be losing me. Emily turned and rushed to Evelyn, her gaze firm. “Ms. Thorne, Lucas is my fiancé. Even if you are his older sister, you can’t just take him away like this. Today is our wedding, and I promised Lucas a grand ceremony…” A low, chilling voice emanated from Evelyn’s thin lips. “I wouldn’t mind turning it into a funeral.” Evelyn kicked hard into the woman’s kneecap, and Emily’s knees hit the ground with a heavy thud. “Emily Reed, you know the Thorne family’s methods.” The sound of a car engine starting reached my ears. A cup of warm water was offered to my lips. Evelyn carefully helped me up, her movements so gentle as if I would break with a touch. With the warm water, my cold body began to regain some warmth. Evelyn’s fingers swiped across a tablet, her eyes growing darker. After seeing my hospital records and treatment history, the beast she had long suppressed inside her was on the verge of breaking free. She held back with all her might, afraid of scaring me. Evelyn felt like she was going insane. A low sob faintly reached my ears. I tilted my head slightly and spoke softly, “Big sister?” “I can’t even protect my only brother. I don’t deserve to be your big sister. I’m sorry, Lucas, it’s all my fault…” Evelyn’s trembling voice was filled with self-reproach. Feeling my sister’s slight trembling, tears also streamed from my eyes. Cold fingers wiped away my hot tears. Evelyn’s gentle voice held a hidden murderous intent. “Let big sister handle everyone who hurt you, okay?” I gently shook my head. “This revenge, I want to take it myself.” Hours later, the plane landed at the Thorne family estate in London. “Lucas!” My sisters, Lillian and Bella, who had received the news, had been waiting in the villa for a long time. Their heavy breathing reached my ears. I reached out, wanting to comfort them. “Second sister, third sister, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” The three Thorne sisters, known for their cold and detached demeanor, now had red eyes. They tremblingly held my hand. “Welcome home, little brother.” After being taken to my bedroom, the private doctor examined my body and reported with deep regret, “Mr. Thorne, you… will not be able to have children in the future. Furthermore, your body is currently very weak and requires a period of bed rest and careful recuperation, otherwise, you may suffer severe long-term health issues.” The doctor paused. “However, your eyes can recover if a suitable cornea is found, for example, one with a healthy, oval-shaped orbital structure.” Emily’s long, dark eyes flashed in my mind. I wondered if there was any genuine feeling in those beautiful eyes when she sat by my bedside, saying she’d be my eyes forever. Even though I had completely given up on her, a pang of pain still tightened in my chest. Perhaps only when she was gone would my heart stop hurting.

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This was the 521st time Hailey Reed had given me the silent treatment, and the first time she’d ever backed down. She sent me a restaurant pin, telling me to dress nicely and meet her. I remembered the ring I found in her coat pocket, and the ridiculously expensive event planner she’d booked recently. Finally, it clicked. Our eight-year relationship was coming to an end. She’d been busy preparing for a proposal party, that’s why she’d been neglecting me. I dressed immaculately and went to the agreed-upon location. Pushing open the door, I saw her ex-boyfriend, Adam Grayson, in a designer tuxedo, seated at the center table. A giant screen read: “Thank you, Hailey, for hosting this luxurious birthday party for the one she loves most.” She had said her ex had given her his first time, and she needed to compensate him. Someone like me, a “”second-hand”” man, had no right to make demands. But when I turned to leave, she regretted it. 1. Hailey Reed was bending down, putting a ring on Adam Grayson’s finger. Wearing my white tuxedo, I instantly became the awkward clown. Standing at the doorway, I was caught between coming and going. When they saw me, one frowned, the other dropped a glass. “Ethan Davies, are you deliberately trying to steal my thunder?” What kind of clothes could be more striking than designer couture? “I told you to dress nicely… never mind, I can’t be bothered talking to you. Adam, ignore him, see if you like this gift?” Hailey half-crouched, continuing to meticulously place the ring on Adam Grayson’s left ring finger. Everything before my eyes was identical to the proposal scene I had dreamed of. I had waited eight years, hinted to Hailey countless times. Just when I thought my wish was coming true, I witnessed Hailey placing the ring on another man’s hand. So, a woman wasn’t incapable of taking initiative. She just… didn’t love me enough. Hailey’s friends came over to tease, and she pouted. “You need to keep your eyes open when choosing a partner. Getting tangled up with a man like this will ruin your life.” Under the mocking gazes of the crowd, I made a clumsy retreat. Tears blurred my vision, and I accidentally missed a step, tumbling down the stairs. I thought Hailey would hear the commotion, chase after me, and explain everything. But she didn’t. She only sent me a text message. “Ethan Davies, don’t make a fool of yourself. I’m just helping Adam fulfill a small wish. He’s different from you; he gave me his first time, and I couldn’t be responsible for him, so I owe him more compensation.” Before meeting her, I had a previous relationship, which she had criticized for a long time. Even if I poured my heart into her, taking meticulous care of her, it still couldn’t compare to Adam Grayson’s “first time” given to her. Above this text, there was a message from my grandmother. “Finally, my dear grandson is getting married. Don’t worry, I’ll hold on with my old bones to attend your wedding.” My grandmother and I had relied on each other for years. She was gravely ill, with not much time left. My marriage was the only thing she worried about in this world. So when I realized Hailey was going to propose to me, I eagerly told her the good news, hoping to put her mind at ease. I never expected… I clutched my swollen ankle, my heart aching beyond words. I had wanted to ask Hailey if she had forgotten that today was our eight-year anniversary. But there was no need now. That ring I had waited eight years for, I no longer wanted it. 2. Hailey Reed came home late into the night. She brought me a piece of cake. “Not asleep yet? Adam asked me to bring this for you. See how generous he is? When will you be as sensible as him?” I glanced at it—a mango-filled cake. The reason for this cold war was mangoes. I’m allergic to mangoes, and I’d reminded her repeatedly, yet she still brought back a fruit salad with mango in it. I was angry that she didn’t care about me; she was angry that I was being unreasonable. I took a deep breath, suppressing my grievances. “Grandma’s health is getting worse. She wants to see you one last time. She asked if you’re free tomorrow at noon.” I hadn’t dared to tell Grandma the truth, afraid she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Likewise, for the sake of our eight years together and for Grandma, I wanted to give Hailey one last chance. Hailey instinctively blurted out, “I’m not free, I need to accompany…” Mid-sentence, her gaze fell on the calendar beside her. She seemed to remember something, a hint of guilt in her expression. “I’ve been too busy recently, but I’ll make some time tomorrow. Ethan, you don’t need to be so suspicious. I don’t mind that you weren’t a virgin; there’s no need for you to be so hostile towards Adam.” I didn’t want to talk, so I limped back to the bedroom to rest. On my bedside table was a small, transparent jar. Every time Hailey gave me the silent treatment after an argument, I would use her card to buy myself a tiny gold bead. Eight years, and I had accumulated 521 of them. The jar was full, unable to hold any more. As I was drifting off to sleep, Hailey received a call and rushed out. I didn’t press the issue. I just sent her a text when it was light, reminding her not to forget to visit Grandma. Grandma was experiencing a fleeting moment of clarity, trembling as she took out an embroidered marriage certificate. “Grandma respects you young people; living with the wife’s family is fine. Hailey is a good girl, just a bit headstrong. I’ve prepared the marriage certificate for you, my dear. When you live together, you must be more accommodating to her…” I found it hard to imagine how Grandma, who could barely hold a needle, had managed to embroider this entire marriage certificate. Grandma held my hand, reluctant to let go, giving me many instructions. She took out her life savings, wanting to adorn our wedding. But she waited until dark, until she finally closed her eyes, and still, Hailey never came. I handled Grandma’s funeral alone and finally received a call from Hailey. “Something urgent came up at work. I’ll cook for you myself tomorrow as an apology.” Before I could even speak, I heard that familiar voice. “Hailey, hurry, help me grab the biggest doll.” The call was abruptly cut off. I thought for a moment and then proactively messaged my boss. “I want to be in charge of the overseas project.” 3. Hailey Reed was a strong, successful woman. I respected her ambitions and was willing to be a live-in husband for love, putting my focus on the family. I had been stuck in a deputy manager position for many years. My boss, frustrated with my lack of progress, suggested I gain experience overseas. Three years, and I’d surely make a big breakthrough upon my return. Before, I hesitated because I couldn’t bear to leave Grandma and Hailey. Now… I had nothing to hold me back. When Hailey came home, I was packing. She didn’t notice anything amiss, casually tossing a teddy bear to me. “Your eight-year anniversary gift.” I remembered Adam Grayson’s social media post—he was holding a giant teddy bear, smiling brightly. The caption read, “Whatever I want, she always gives it to me with both hands.” In eight years together, Hailey had never once accompanied me to play those claw machines. And she would certainly never hand me something I wanted with both hands. “Don’t like it?” Hailey sneered. “Adam is simply innocent and not materialistic. A man your age, who’s seen the world, naturally values profit more.” Hailey emphasized the words “seen the world.” It was a subtle jab, insinuating that I had a previous relationship before her and hadn’t remained “pure” for her. “You can’t find fault with this gift, can you?” With that, Hailey took out a shoebox. It was from my favorite brand. Not long ago, I casually complained to Hailey that there was a new product I really liked, but unfortunately, it was a limited edition of only one pair nationwide and very hard to get. My heart sank. To say I wasn’t anticipating something was a lie. I carefully opened the shoebox, before I could even clearly see what was inside. A small snake directly coiled around my arm, biting hard into the web of my thumb and forefinger. “Ah!” I was terrified, desperately shaking my hand to try and fling the snake off. The cold, slimy feel of the snake sent shivers down my spine, coupled with the pain in my hand, I felt dizzy and almost blacked out. 4. Hailey was also surprised to see the snake. She started to call for help, but after a moment’s hesitation, she dialed Adam Grayson’s number instead. “Hailey, thank you for the shoes you sent me. They’re really beautiful.” “What’s with the snake?” Adam’s clear laugh came through the phone. “It’s a gift in return, of course! He deliberately ruined my birthday party. Don’t worry, Snowflake isn’t venomous.” Hearing this, Hailey visibly relaxed. She glanced at me, then took the phone out to the balcony. I’ve been afraid of snakes since I was a child. After calling Hailey’s name several times with no response, I forced my eyes open, trembling as I grabbed the snake by its neck. With a forceful fling, I flung the snake away. After all that, I was drenched in sweat, curled up on the sofa and crying from fright. The snake on the floor flicked its tongue, seemingly glaring at me, making me too scared to even get off the floor and walk back to my room. Hailey finished her phone call an hour later. My face was pale, my forehead beaded with sweat, and I was shaking uncontrollably. “Ethan? Are you okay? Adam was just joking, he’s young, don’t hold it against him.” Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Hailey, fearing something serious had happened, drove me to the hospital. That cold, slimy sensation, the sharp scales, kept replaying in my mind. I felt as if that snake was coiling up my arm to my neck. Sitting in the passenger seat, I shivered uncontrollably, as if I would suffocate at any moment. “Hailey, I’m scared…” A flicker of concern crossed Hailey’s eyes, and her tone softened. “It’s okay, Ethan, I’m here. Don’t be afraid. Just hold on a little longer, we’ll be at the hospital soon.” Hailey’s soft voice, tinged with a hint of tenderness, gradually eased me from my immense terror. Just as I was about to calm down, Hailey suddenly slammed on the brakes. 5. My forehead hit the “Adam Grayson’s Exclusive Seat” ornament. Hailey looked at the message on her phone, her brow furrowed, and her gaze at me became more conflicted. “You take a taxi to the hospital yourself. I’m going to drop Snowflake off with Adam first.” At the mention of that dark, slimy snake, my face turned ashen again. Hailey, however, pushed me out of the car without further discussion. “You’re a grown man, you’ll be fine. I’ll come to the hospital to see you. Adam would be upset if anything happened to Snowflake.” The car sped away, leaving me standing on a deserted street, feeling somewhat bewildered. The tall, dense grass at my feet seemed to hide another snake, ready to dart out and bite my ankle. I shivered with fright, not daring to wait for a cab there. Dragging my sprained foot, I ran frantically until I saw other people, and then finally relaxed. In that moment, the tightly wound string inside me snapped. I stood on the bustling street, biting my lip, tears streaming down my face. I was angry that Hailey had abandoned me midway, angry that she indulged Adam in scaring me, angry that she wouldn’t buy the spacious apartment I favored but instead converted our wedding home into a suburban villa to fulfill Adam’s wish, angry that she chose Adam again and again between him and me… I am a man, but I too feel wronged. Eight years, I had accumulated far too many grievances. After crying, I took a taxi to the hospital for a full body check-up. The snake wasn’t venomous, but I had suffered a severe fright, and the injury to my ankle had worsened. The doctor put my foot in a cast. I took a photo and sent it to my boss to extend my leave. I also assured him that I would handle everything before my injury healed, and wouldn’t delay work. My boss replied quickly, “Don’t put too many burdens on yourself. You are excellent. Rest well and take care of yourself.” This was the only care and recognition I had received in a long time. I sent Hailey a breakup text. I took a taxi back to pack my bags, preparing to move into the company dormitory. To my surprise, Hailey was home and had cooked a table full of dishes. She smiled at me, her gaze briefly resting on my plaster-casted foot before quickly moving away. “Ethan, I promised to cook for you myself as an apology. Don’t be angry anymore. Let’s go pick up Grandma for dinner.” I walked straight to the bedroom, pulling out my suitcase. “Grandma is dead.”

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My dad was a “conqueror.” After successfully completing his mission, he left this world, leaving me with four mothers. My first mom, Evelyn Bennett, was a CEO, rich beyond measure. My second mom, Lillian Croft, was a famous movie star. My third mom, Dr. Bella Reed, was a brilliant physician, and my fourth mom, General Maya Sterling, held significant power. These four mothers doted on me for sixteen years, giving me the stars and not denying me the moon. Until three years ago, when their former “white moonlight,” Adam Grayson, the son of their first love, returned. From that day on, my four mothers only believed him, not me. He accused me of calling him dirtier than a dog and unworthy of living in our home, so my mothers made me eat dog food and sleep in a dog kennel. He claimed I had bullied him with classmates at school, so my mothers withdrew me, then hired three thugs to beat me at home for three months. After Adam again claimed I pushed him, my mothers locked me in the dog cage and starved me for three days and three nights, telling me to “learn my lesson.” As I was close to starving, I heard my father’s voice. “Alexander, do you want to come back to Dad?” … I instantly snapped awake. Then I realized it wasn’t Dad speaking to me, but the System. It said that when Dad left, he’d left me a chance. If I wished, I could go to Dad’s world. Of course, I wanted to. But the words caught in my throat. I asked the System, “Will returning to Dad be better than now? If he loved me, why didn’t he take me with him in the first place?” The System told me that Dad took on this mission because Grandma was very ill, and he wanted to save her. In his own world, he was just a sophomore in college. Saving Grandma had drained all his savings, and his family was in debt. At the time, my four mothers promised that no matter whose child I was, they would treat me as their own, only asking Dad to leave them a memento. A parent’s love for their child extends to planning for their distant future. Dad didn’t want me to suffer with him, so he left me here. “Alexander.” The System’s voice was gentle, as if stroking me. “Your father has been waiting for you all these years. He hasn’t found a girlfriend, hasn’t married. He bought a small house and has been waiting for you. Do you want to go find him?” I nodded. The System sighed in relief. It said that as soon as my current body died, I could see Dad. Hearing this, I took off my clothes and tied them into a knot on the cage. I’d seen it on TV: if you put your head through, your body’s weight would cause death. Luckily, the dog cage was big enough, and I was short enough. After putting my head through the loop, a suffocating sensation quickly spread around my neck. My consciousness gradually blurred, but I felt happy. I would see Dad soon. But before I could even be happy for a few seconds, I heard someone call my name. The dog cage was opened, and I was rescued. After regaining my breath, I looked up, meeting a pair of panicked eyes. “Mommy Bennett.” The name slipped out almost instinctively. Soon, I regretted it. Because when Evelyn heard it, the panic in her eyes was replaced by disgust. “Don’t call me that. You don’t deserve it!” Evelyn was my CEO mom. Of the four mothers, she doted on me the most. Our eyes were very similar. All these years, I lived in Evelyn’s villa. Whatever I wanted, she would buy for me. She had said that even if it was the stars in the sky, if I wanted them, she would pluck them down for me. However, that doting love ended three years ago. Evelyn brought Adam Grayson back from abroad. It was then I learned that, besides my father, the four of them had a “white moonlight” in their past. That “white moonlight” had betrayed the four of them, gotten a large sum of money, and then left the country. It was Dad who appeared and redeemed them, helping them slowly recover from that betrayal. Later, the “white moonlight” was dying abroad, called Evelyn to apologize, and begged her to adopt Adam. The four mothers told me Adam was a little younger than me and asked me to be accommodating. I genuinely treated him as a younger brother. But from the very beginning, Adam wanted to steal all my mothers’ affection. He would mysteriously appear with injuries, claiming I had hit him. He would suddenly tumble down the stairs, saying I had pushed him. As his accusations of my harming him increased, my mothers grew more and more disappointed in me. Until that time Adam was cornered in an alley by a dozen thugs and almost beaten to death. When those thugs were caught, they all claimed I had ordered them. I had no way to defend myself. From that day on, I became the family’s villain. My four mothers forbade me from calling them “Mom.” I also moved from the children’s room to the dog cage. All the servants called me a murderer. Being beaten, scolded, and starved became a daily occurrence. Thinking of this, I quickly lowered my head and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ms. Th… Ms. Bennett.” Even so, Evelyn remained relentless. “Alexander Davies, what are you trying to do? Attempting suicide? Deliberately trying to attract our attention?” “But aren’t you too stupid? Staging a suicide here? This place stinks so much, even if your body rotted, no one would find it.” So she thought I was putting on an act. I didn’t argue with her, only asked, bewildered, “Ms. Bennett, why are you here? Aren’t you the most particular about cleanliness?” Evelyn frowned. “This is my home. I can go wherever I please. I came here to warn you: today is Adam’s birthday. Don’t cause him any trouble. At the very least, you cannot die here.” I nodded obediently. So she saved me because she didn’t want me to die in the villa and spoil Adam’s day. Then I’d just die somewhere else. After Evelyn left the dog kennel, I also left the Bennett family villa. I bought a bottle of pesticide and went to Dad’s old place. I lay on the bed, holding Dad’s photo, and was about to drink the pesticide when I paused again. If I just died like this and was discovered, it would definitely cause trouble for the police officers. So I wrote a suicide note, telling everyone I took my own life. The pesticide tasted bitter, burning like fire from my tongue to my stomach. I quickly lost consciousness. Dad, I’m coming! After I don’t know how long, I felt my stomach churning. After throwing up, I woke up feeling wretched. Seeing a different ceiling, I joyfully sat up. Before the word “Dad” could leave my lips, I met Dr. Reed’s eyes. Dr. Reed stood before me in a white lab coat, clutching my suicide note. Her fingertips trembled slightly from the force. Finally, she threw the letter at my face. “Alexander Davies, you truly have a knack for drama, even resorting to death to demand our attention.” “And you couldn’t even die somewhere far away. Why choose there? You dirtied your father’s house, do you know that?” I was bewildered by Dr. Reed’s shouting. Actually, among the four mothers, Dr. Bella Reed, the physician, was my favorite. She was a medical expert, proficient in both traditional and Western medicine. On weekdays, she would always teach me medical knowledge and acupuncture. She was gentle and interesting, spending the most time with me. I once believed she was my biological mother. Even when Adam first appeared, she didn’t pay him excessive attention like the other three mothers. Instead, she told me, “Alexander, you are Mommy Bella’s only son. No one’s appearance can shake your position.” Until that day when Adam suddenly fainted in public. Dr. Reed pulled an acupuncture needle from the back of his head. Just as she asked Adam what had happened, Adam suddenly knelt before me. “Brother, I was wrong. I didn’t tell Mommy Bella about this. She found out herself. Please, stab me again.” That was the first time I saw Dr. Reed furious. She looked at me with immense disappointment and said, “Alexander Davies, I taught you these things to save people, not to kill!” No matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me. Because in the entire family, besides her, only I could insert that needle there. “Bella, calm down.” It was then I noticed Evelyn was also in the hospital room, her face grim. “Alexander Davies seems to be having mental problems. He tried to kill himself at home, then drank pesticide at Shen Hao’s place. I suspect…” Dr. Reed interrupted her. “Evelyn, are you going soft? Have you forgotten how good he is at acting?” “He’s so greedy for wealth, how could he possibly bear to leave us four? He’s merely making a scene for attention because he knows it’s Adam’s birthday today.” Hearing her words, Evelyn’s doubts gradually faded. “You’re right.” Just then, both their phones rang simultaneously. They took them out and checked them. “Mommy Bennett, Mommy Bella, when are you coming home? The other two mothers are already waiting at home.” “It’s my coming-of-age party today! If you don’t come back soon, I’ll be angry.” Adam’s childish voice echoed in the room. Both mothers’ faces simultaneously broke into smiles. They carefully held their phones, sending voice messages to Adam, coaxing him. This scene was very familiar. Once upon a time, they used to coax me the same way. It seemed my mothers hadn’t changed as people, but their hearts had. Amidst their constant “sweetie pie” endearments, my heart grew cold, and I moved towards the window. I was afraid of pain, so I always thought of gentler ways to die. But now I couldn’t wait any longer. So, in front of both of them, I climbed over the windowsill and jumped. Goodbye! My two mothers. The imagined pain didn’t materialize. I was caught by a tree outside. When I was rescued, Dr. Reed, her face ashen, came up and slapped me. “Alexander Davies, are you ever going to stop?!” Evelyn’s face wasn’t much better. Her whole body trembled as she also kicked me. “Alexander Davies, what exactly do you want?” I was kicked to the ground. Having just had my stomach pumped, and then this kick, the spot felt like someone was poking a knife into it and then twisting it vigorously. A putrid smell surged from my stomach into my mouth. After spitting out that mouthful of blood, I knelt before both of them. “Ms. Bennett, Dr. Reed, please don’t bother with me anymore. Just let me die.” My words left them both stunned. Evelyn frowned, “Is this your new trick? Blackmailing us with death?” “No.” I told them, my eyes red. “I met Dad’s system. It said that if I die, I can go to Dad. Please, just leave me alone, let me die.” “That way, you won’t have to worry about me competing with Adam for your affection, and you won’t have to keep me locked up to guard against me.”

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A year into our marriage, and my husband had never touched me. Just as I was about to find a man to cheat with, comments started scrolling across my vision. 【The side character is so clueless! Does she have any idea what kind of a beast the male lead is keeping leashed in his pants? He doesn’t touch her because he’s afraid she can’t handle it!】 【He’s terrified she’ll hate him, so he’s bottling it up until he’s about to explode, and what happens? His wife runs off with some other guy. LMAO.】 【Hehe, if she doesn’t mess up, how can the female lead come and save him? Our girl gets treated so well later on, it’s non-stop action, day and night.】 1 The comments left me frozen. The side character… was me? And the male lead… was that my husband-in-name-only, Jack? Before I could process it, a man’s voice pulled me back. “Rosalind? Did you need something from me?” The man before me wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his features handsome and scholarly. His name was Arthur. He was one of the few men in our small town with a college education. He was also the man I was planning to sleep with. His gaze shifted to the eggs I was holding out. “Are those for me?” he asked, his eyes betraying a flicker of excitement beneath a veneer of modesty. They were. Or, they were supposed to be. A year of marriage, and my husband wouldn’t lay a finger on me. The other young wives who got hitched around the same time were already pregnant with their second, while I hadn’t even had a wedding night. I can’t count the number of times the neighbors have whispered behind my back, calling me a barren hen. I’m not a woman with thick skin. And at this point, does it matter who the father is? So I’d set my sights on the bookish Arthur. I just needed a donor. But now… Remembering the strange words that had floated past my eyes, I hesitated. The comments appeared again: 【This girl’s got terrible taste. She’s got a man with broad shoulders and a lean waist, a top-tier body, and she’s chasing after this skinny beanpole.】 【All she has to do is crook her finger and the ML would go at it with her till dawn. But no, she picks the guy who’s done in ten minutes. The contrast is just painful.】 Holy crap. Why didn’t you guys say so earlier? “Nothing! Just passing by!” I snatched the eggs back and sprinted away. 2 I ran all the way home. A thin wisp of smoke curled from the chimney. Jack was standing at the stove, focused on cooking. He must have just gotten off work; he hadn’t even changed. Sweat soaked his shirt, clinging to his body and outlining the powerful, tight muscles beneath. His back was a solid wall of strength, his waist lean and powerful. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing tanned, sinewy forearms. I swallowed hard. Jack looked like he had endless stamina. It was one of the main reasons I’d agreed to marry him in the first place. The comments flickered to life again: 【Look at that build! Six-foot-three of pure, rugged male lead. An athlete’s waist! This guy is a certified weapon!】 【She almost got to taste the good stuff. You give her the opportunity and she still fumbles it. What a beautiful idiot.】 【Good thing she’s a fool. Our sweet female lead would never want a man another woman’s already used.】 I gritted my teeth. Calling me a fool was one thing, but telling me my husband had to stay celibate for some so-called “female lead”? The hell with that. Tonight, Jack was mine. 3 Jack hadn’t said a word since I’d stormed in. He just kept working silently at the stove. A sliver of doubt crept in. Were these comments just messing with me? His cold demeanor didn’t exactly scream “I’m in love with you.” I pulled out the eggs, about to put them back in the kitchen. Just then, a deep, magnetic voice sounded right next to my ear. “Did you go to the chicken coop?” My heart leaped, and I spun around, relieved. I was overthinking it; he did care about me. But his brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with disapproval. “Didn’t I tell you not to do that kind of work?” His tone was scolding. I was stunned. He was yelling at me. And for what? For getting eggs from our own coop. This is what the comments called love? A wave of anger washed over me, and I was about to snap back with a sarcastic remark. Just then, new comments flew by. 【See? You’re jumping to conclusions again. He’s not mad at you. The coop is filthy, and he doesn’t want you going in there. He quietly takes care of all the dirty, tiring chores himself.】 【It breaks my heart to see the ML being so good to her when I know our sweet FL is waiting. Can this side character just get written out of the story already? I’m so over her.】 【Who cares about that? As a romance connoisseur, I just want to know if he’s bigger than an egg down there.】 【Much bigger.】 The anger vanished as I read. But when my eyes caught the last two audacious comments, I nearly choked. A large, warm hand landed on my back, patting it gently. Jack’s expression was full of concern. “What’s wrong?” My gaze drifted downward. Even his loose trousers couldn’t hide the impressive bulge at his crotch. The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Nothing. Just wondering which is bigger, you or the egg.” Jack froze. Then his handsome face flushed a deep crimson. “You’re a lady, you can’t say things like that. Do you… Do you want an egg? I can cook another one for you.” With that, he practically fled, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. The comments erupted in laughter. 【She’s lying. In his mind, he’s already got her screaming his name.】 【Based on my extensive reading experience, he’s probably imagined them going at it so hard they’re both drenched.】 【Doesn’t even take that long.】 My cheeks burned. These people were so bold! I was still an innocent young woman, I couldn’t listen to this stuff. But… My eyes drifted back to Jack’s lean, powerful waist. Could you really work up that much of a sweat doing… that? 4 While Jack finished cooking, I finally pieced together the whole story from the stream of comments. It turns out I was the villainous ex-wife in a historical romance novel. I was beautiful and thought the world of myself, always dreaming of marrying some rich man and moving to the city to live a life of luxury. But one day, I accidentally fell into the river and was saved by the male lead, Jack. My body had been seen, and the town gossip forced me to marry him. But how could a rough country farmer compare to a well-read scholar? I was filled with resentment. I constantly berated and hit Jack, and shamelessly carried on with Arthur. When the affair was exposed, I demanded a divorce, only to be swindled out of all my money by my lover and eventually starve to death on the streets. I clutched my chest. That was a close call. I’d almost reached the “run away with another man” part of the plot. Looking back on the past year, I really had been awful to Jack. How could I fix this? I agonized over it until I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Even with a frown, my face lost none of its charm. Every expression was captivating. The comments confirmed it: 【The side character may be an idiot, but damn, she’s gorgeous.】 【Honestly, with that face and body, if she wasn’t so stupid, the ML would have taken care of her for the rest of his life.】 【Just the sight of her back has him completely mesmerized right now.】 My eyes darted to the side. Sure enough, in the corner of the mirror, I could see Jack leaning against the doorframe, his gaze locked on my back, as if he couldn’t bear to even blink. I’ve never been shy about using my looks to my advantage. And of course, I was more than a little curious to see just how “dangerous” Jack really was. After all, his powerful physique was a big part of why I’d married him. A year of being a widow with a living husband had left me… frustrated. Today I was wearing a form-fitting top and a pair of dark blue trousers. A simple, common outfit, but on me, it was undeniably sexy. Big bust, tiny waist, and round hips. I stood up. In the mirror, Jack’s eyes followed my every move. The look he cast on my back was hot, obsessive. Then, I casually swayed my hips. Gulp. A loud, distinct swallow echoed through the quiet room. A smirk played on my lips. Hook, line, and sinker. I turned to face him. Jack looked flustered, the tips of his ears bright red. The sound of his own gulp had startled him, and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind to cover his embarrassment. “Honey, the… the food’s ready.” The moment the words left his mouth, he seemed to realize his mistake. His face went pale. 5 A comment promptly appeared. 【Seriously, this girl is so ungrateful. If the ML hadn’t jumped in the river to save her, she would have drowned. And she has the nerve to blame him for ruining her dream of marrying into wealth?】 【She’s been a tyrant since they married. She hits him, screams at him, and won’t even let him call her ‘honey.’】 【Our FL is so much better. She only ever thinks about the ML. Not like this spoiled, lazy brat.】 Remembering my own vicious behavior, the affection in Jack’s eyes faded. He lowered his head, his lips pressed into a tight line, bracing himself for the usual storm of insults and blows. But the next moment, a soft warmth pressed against his arm. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his strong bicep, my voice a playful purr. “Darling… I love it when you call me that. Say it again for me?” Jack froze. Then, as if he’d been burned, he yanked his arm away. He strode toward the dinner table, his movements stiff, his ears glowing red. “I’ll get your plate.” I smiled, undeterred. So I’d been a monster in the past. I could change. A man just needs a little sweet-talking. The comments weren’t so sure: 【Hold on, hold on. Why the sudden personality transplant?】 【Women with big chests are always the most desperate. I bet she’s just after his body!】 【Nooo! The ML is still totally into her right now! If he’s not a virgin anymore, what about our sweet FL?】 My smile widened. Congratulations, you guessed right. And I don’t just want to do it once. I want to do it every day. 6 He said he was getting the food, but Jack was nowhere to be found in the kitchen. I didn’t think much of it. While I waited, I went back to the room to touch up my makeup. Bold red lips, and eyes that were both sharp and innocently alluring. Like a rose in full, breathtaking bloom. He wouldn’t stand a chance. When I came out, Jack was back. But… he looked different. His expression seemed even colder than before. My confusion vanished, however, when I saw the dinner table. There were three dishes and two bowls of rice. One bowl was piled high with rice and meat, forming a small mountain. The other held a meager half-bowl of rice with only a few scattered vegetables. Seeing me, Jack pushed the overflowing bowl in my direction. I looked at his own pathetic portion, and a pang of guilt hit me. After we married, Jack never touched me, but he never let me go hungry either. Yet I had been completely dissatisfied with the marriage. I demanded meat at every meal. If I didn’t get it, I’d slap him, hit him, and curse him for ruining my chance to marry rich. To give me a good life, he worked from dawn till dusk, and every cent he earned was spent on me. I thought to myself, I really was a monster. “I washed my hands.” His voice, suddenly near my ear, pulled me from my thoughts. Jack’s large, well-defined hands were clenched nervously, his tone cautious. “I washed them many times. They’re not dirty.” I paused. My gaze fell on his sweat-drenched shirt. The work was hard. Every time he came back, he was covered in sweat. He wouldn’t even rest before heading straight to the kitchen to cook for me. Especially now, with the heat. Sweat beaded on his skin, but it didn’t smell bad. On his tanned skin, it just made him look more masculine. But… In my memories, I would knock the bowl from his hands with a look of pure disgust. “It’s filthy! I’m not eating anything your dirty hands have touched!” My eyes instantly welled up, and tears began to stream down my face. Jack panicked. He stood up, wanting to wipe my tears away but not daring to. The next second, he pulled a small pouch from his pocket and offered it to me, his handsome face a mask of helplessness. “This is the money from the hunt today. Go buy yourself a nice meal at a restaurant. It’s all my fault. Please, just don’t cry, okay?” I pushed the money away, my voice choked with emotion. “I’m not disgusted. I’m heartbroken for you.” 7 Jack stared at me, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I wiped away my tears and scooped two-thirds of the meat and rice from my bowl into his. “It breaks my heart that you work so hard every day and eat so little.” Lifting my gaze to his handsome face, I couldn’t resist leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m just at home all day, I don’t get tired. I don’t need to eat this much. You need to eat more so you can be strong and take good care of me.” His fingers tightened into a fist, his face flushing a deep red. I hid a triumphant smile. See? A little affection was all it took. I leaned in, ready to kiss him again. But the next moment, he pushed me away, sending me tumbling to the floor. I looked up and saw that a vein was throbbing at his temple. His face was dark, terrifyingly grim. He turned his head away, his voice heavy with despair. “To think you’d lower yourself to sweet-talk me like this… and all for him. “Rosalind, my heart isn’t made of stone. “Did it ever occur to you that I can feel pain, too?” Huh? I was completely lost. What other man? What was he talking about? The comments filled me in: 【Don’t worry, guys, the ML just thinks he’s about to be cuckolded.】 【Our FL needs to show up soon! I feel so bad for the ML. He works himself to the bone to support his family, and his wife not only doesn’t love him but is also cheating on him.】 【When he first heard the rumors in the village, he told himself people were just jealous of his beautiful wife. But now that she’s suddenly being nice to him, his heart is completely shattered.】 My face went pale. Jack found out I was planning to cheat on him? This was a total misunderstanding! I mean, I had the idea, but I didn’t actually do anything! There was no time to think. Jack had his head turned away, the veins in his neck standing out in sharp relief. He looked angrier than I’d ever seen him. The comments were no help, just a chorus of glee that he was finally seeing my “true colors” and would divorce me to be with the female lead. Panic set in. Then, a sharp sting shot through my calf. I realized I’d scraped my leg when I fell. Looking up, I saw Jack’s gaze was also fixed on my injury. Tears instantly started to fall. I looked at him with wide, wounded eyes. “Honey, it hurts.” 8 The chair crashed to the floor as Jack shot up, the coldness in his expression vanishing in an instant. He rushed over and knelt beside me, his voice tight with anxiety as he examined the injury. The angry red scrape stood out starkly against my fair, delicate skin. “It’s all my fault. I’m a monster.” He was so frantic he didn’t know what to do. In his panic, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. “Rosie, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you. Please, hit me, okay?” I studied his expression carefully. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and guilt. The earlier fury was completely gone. My confidence returned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest, letting out small, hiccuping sobs. “My leg hurts.” I looked up at him, then pointed to my heart. “But this hurts more. “I know I’ve done things wrong in the past, but I’ve seen the error of my ways. I truly want to build a life with you. “And you don’t even believe me.” My eyes were red, my expression a mixture of stubborn pride and heartbreak. The key to a man’s heart? His guilt. And just as I’d predicted, my accusation left him completely flustered. Beads of sweat formed on his handsome face as he desperately tried to explain. “That’s not what I meant. I was just… I was so angry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again.” But I wasn’t listening. I pushed myself out of his arms and limped towards the door. “If you don’t trust me, then maybe we should just get a divorce!” The word sent the comments into a frenzy. 【YES! She’s finally letting the ML go!】 【I support this divorce 1000%!】 My face darkened, and I almost choked on my fake sobs. Screw you guys! Can’t you say something nice for once? But in the next moment, my expression cleared. Divorce? Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. Jack would never divorce me. I hadn’t taken two steps before I was swept into a searingly hot embrace. Jack held me tight from behind. “No. “I don’t want a divorce.” Something warm and wet fell onto my neck. I froze. He was crying. The comments went wild again: 【Holy crap, I get it now. She’s playing him! The vicious beauty vs. the loyal, rugged hero. I ship it so hard!】 【This is some gourmet-level drama. This is how you do it.】 【What is wrong with you people? Why are you happy she’s into him now? If he’s not a virgin, what about our sweet FL?!】 【It’s fine. An experienced man is better.】 【I’ve been wanting to say this for a while: she’s already lusting after the ML before he’s even divorced. How is that any different from being a homewrecker?!】 Reading that, I let a small smile grace my lips. See? There were some sane people in this world. When I didn’t respond, the arms around my waist tightened. Jack’s breathing was shaky. “Rosie, don’t leave me.” I let out a haughty little sniff. “We’ll see how you behave from now on.” After dinner, once he had cleaned and bandaged my wound, Jack dove back into the kitchen to diligently wash the dishes. I finally had a moment to think. The town gossip was mostly just people saying I was a pretty face who couldn’t handle hard work and would eventually leave Jack. There were no specific rumors about me and another man. My eyes narrowed dangerously. So, which one of these gossips had the nerve to start this particular lie about me? 9 The comments provided the answer: 【Our FL is so kind-hearted. She specially came to tell the ML that his wife was cheating on him. But he’s so lovesick, a few sweet words from the side character and he’s completely hooked again. Why did the author write it this way?! I’m so mad!】 【Don’t worry, the FL has another plan up her sleeve. The side character only has a few more days to be smug before she’s packing her bags in misery.】 Excuse me? Sifting through the endless stream of FL-worship, I finally found her name. Lily. I quickly wracked my brain for any information about this “female lead.” A moment later, a cold sneer formed on my lips. This is what you people call a female lead? She was Jack’s neighbor. A fragile, delicate-looking girl, the picture of innocence. They were childhood friends, and a matchmaker had even tried to set them up. But Lily’s family had rejected the proposal outright. Why? Because Jack’s family had a bad reputation back then, and they were afraid of being associated with him. If someone like Lily could be the female lead, then why couldn’t I? All I want is a piece of the good stuff. What’s so wrong with that? I checked the time. It was the afternoon work shift. I rolled up my sleeves and marched out, ready to go have a little chat with Lily. I’m no pushover. If you’re going to spread rumors, you’d better be prepared for the consequences. But as I walked, the villagers I passed all gave me strange looks. A few of the older women who despised me the most huddled together, whispering and giggling as they watched me. Words like “slut” and “tramp” drifted to my ears. My face darkened. I strode over to them and raised an eyebrow. “Talking about something interesting? Let me in on it.” My voice was dripping with mockery. The women jumped. The one in the lead quickly composed herself. “Rosalind, you little hussy, don’t you get too smug. Your good days are over. You think just because you have a pretty face you can bully young Jack and flirt with every man in town? Well, you’ve finally messed up.” I had no idea what she was talking about, but I wasn’t about to lose a war of words. “It’s called being a femme fatale. You’re just an ugly old hag making trouble.” Their faces turned purple with rage, but I still felt a sense of unease. The smug, gloating looks they gave me as I left suggested they were certain some disaster was about to befall me. When I reached the fields, I spotted Lily in the crowd immediately. A pale, pretty face with no makeup. The picture of innocence. In the words of the comments, she was the ideal wife: hardworking, frugal, and devoted. Completely the opposite of my spoiled, lazy self. I scoffed. If you love to suffer, you’ll never run out of suffering to do. She could have it. I was about to march over and give Lily a taste of the maternal discipline she clearly missed out on as a child when I noticed two well-dressed strangers standing beside her. They looked like officials from the county. Lily was crying, her tears like a spring shower, and the people around her looked indignant. What was going on? Just then, Lily lifted her head, and her finger shot out, pointing directly at me. Her beautiful face was a mask of accusation.

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