Author: Momo Chan

The day I found out I was having quadruplets, I was still worrying about how I’d support four kids in the future. Then my husband Lucas sent me a message: “I’ll give you a hundred million dollars. Divorce me.” My hands were shaking with excitement as I trembled typing my reply: “OMG! Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner!” I signed the papers, got the money, and vanished in a flash. Later, the whole city was buzzing about how that ruthless Mr. Ashford had lost his mind, searching everywhere for his ex-wife who’d taken a hundred million and disappeared. The ultrasound probe slid coldly across my lower abdomen as I stared intensely at the screen, my heart pounding with nervousness. The doctor adjusted her glasses, her expression shifting from calm to surprised, then to disbelief. She confirmed it several times before turning to me, her voice carrying a hint of uncertain trembling. “Mrs. Ashford, you… this is…” “Doctor, is there a problem?” My heart leapt to my throat, and my palms instantly broke out in cold sweat. “No, not a problem.” The doctor took a deep breath, as if announcing some major discovery. “From what I can see, you’re having quadruplets. Four gestational sacs, all with heartbeats.” My mind went completely blank. Quad… quadruplets? Was I dreaming? I pinched my thigh hard, and the sharp pain told me this was all real. I felt pretty impressed with myself—I’d gotten pregnant with four at once! But walking out of the hospital, clutching that ultrasound printout, it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The sun was shining on my face, but I couldn’t feel any warmth. All I felt was complete confusion about the road ahead. I’m Emma, and I’d married into the wealthy Ashford family a year ago. My husband Lucas was the richest man in this city. Our marriage was a complete business arrangement—no love, just mutual benefit. In our year of marriage, I could count on one hand how many times we’d actually seen each other. He was always on business trips, always in meetings, always… not home. In the Ashford household, I was invisible—just a “thing” his mother looked down on. They didn’t even treat me like a person. Now I had four babies in my belly. How was I supposed to raise them? Would the Ashfords even let me have these children? Countless questions swirled in my head, giving me a splitting headache. I was walking down the street in a daze when my phone dinged. It was a message from Lucas. My heart jumped as I swiped open the screen. A few short words, like a cold knife, stabbed straight into my heart. “I’ll give you a hundred million dollars. Divorce me.” I stood frozen, reading it over and over, making sure I wasn’t seeing things. A hundred million dollars. Divorce. The air went dead silent for a few seconds. Then an indescribable joy erupted like a volcano, instantly flooding through my entire body. My hands were shaking so much I had to tap the screen several times before hitting the right spot. Trembling, I typed out my reply, one word at a time. “OMG! Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner!” The reply came almost instantly. Classic Lucas style—short and to the point. “Tomorrow at ten AM, my lawyer will bring the agreement to you.” I stared at my phone screen, grinning like crazy. A hundred million dollars! Forget raising four kids—I could raise forty! I carefully folded that ultrasound printout and tucked it safely into my purse, my steps so light I practically floated. The four little babies in my belly seemed to sense my happiness and gave a little flutter. “Easy there, babies.” I gently rubbed my stomach. “I’m about to take you to live in a big mansion and have the good life!” As for Lucas… Screw Lucas! Screw the wealthy elite! From now on, Emma was a rich woman! Walking back into that place called “home”—the Ashford mansion that never felt warm—for the first time, the air actually seemed fresh to me. Humming a tune, I started packing my things. I didn’t have much—one suitcase held everything. As for all those designer bags and jewelry Lucas had given me, I didn’t touch a single piece. I’d already gotten a hundred million from him—why would I care about these little things?

The next morning, 9:59 AM. The doorbell rang right on time. I opened the door to find Lucas’s lead attorney, Mr. Harrison, standing there with a serious expression. “Mrs. Ashford.” He pushed up his glasses and handed over a document folder. “These are the divorce papers Mr. Ashford asked me to bring you. Please look them over. If there are no issues, you can sign.” “No problem, absolutely no problem.” I grabbed the papers eagerly and flipped straight to the last page without even reading them. Mr. Harrison clearly wasn’t expecting me to be so decisive. He paused, then reminded me, “Ma’am, don’t you want to review the terms? Especially the section about asset division?” “No need.” I picked up a pen and signed my name. “I trust Mr. Ashford’s integrity, and I trust your professionalism.” Mr. Harrison’s expression turned strange, like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. I finished signing and handed the papers back to him. “Mr. Harrison, when will the money hit my account?” That was the important part. “…Mr. Ashford said it will arrive within an hour of your signature.” “Great.” I nodded with satisfaction. “Now hurry along—I’ve got a flight to catch.” Behind his glasses, a flash of complete shock crossed his face. He probably expected me to cry, to make a scene, to cling desperately, to scream and demand to know why. Too bad he was wrong. All I wanted was to get my money and start my rich new life. I closed the door, grabbed my suitcase, and left that cage that had trapped me for a year without a single backward glance. Lucas. The Ashfords. I hoped we’d never meet again. An hour later, my phone got a text alert from the bank. Looking at that long string of zeros, I squinted happily. Never before had I understood so clearly that money truly was a wonderful thing. It could soothe any wound and bring unparalleled security. I didn’t go straight to the airport. Instead, I went to the most expensive residential development in the city. “Hello, miss. Do you have an appointment?” The sales agent eyed my suitcase with a barely concealed look of judgment. “No.” I shook my head and said directly, “I want to buy your best penthouse unit. Full payment.” The sales agent’s professional smile froze on her face. I didn’t waste words—just pulled out my phone and showed her my bank balance. The next second, her attitude did a complete one-eighty. Half an hour later, I swiped my card and bought an eighty-million-dollar penthouse suite. Move-in ready. Standing before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the bustling city below, I let out a long breath. Freedom felt so good. I touched my still-flat belly and said softly, “Babies, do you like our new home?” After getting settled in, the first thing I did was call my mom. The phone barely rang once before she picked up. “Emma! You finally remembered to call me? How’s life treating you at the Ashfords’?” Hearing my mom’s caring voice, my eyes instantly welled up. “Mom…” My voice came out choked. “What’s wrong? Who’s bullying you? I’m coming over right now!” “No one, Mom.” I quickly said, “I just missed you.” I took a deep breath, steadied my emotions, then dropped the bombshell. “Mom, I got divorced.” Silence on the other end. A full thirty seconds of silence. I could picture my mom’s shocked expression. “Di… divorced?” Her voice went up an octave. “That bastard… how dare he divorce you? Is there another woman? My daughter isn’t something he can just throw away!” “Mom, I’m the one who wanted it.” I told a small lie, not wanting her to worry too much. “I just felt we weren’t right for each other.” “Well, good then,” my mom immediately changed her tune, her voice full of heartache and anger. “I always told you—that family has no warmth, and that Lucas is like a block of ice. Marrying into that family, of course you’d suffer!” “Where are you now? Come home right away! I’ll send your dad to pick you up!” “Mom, I’m fine. I bought a new place at Central Park Tower.” “Central Park Tower? Those apartments aren’t cheap. Where’d you get that kind of money?” my mom asked suspiciously. “Settlement from Lucas.” “At least he has some conscience.” My mom snorted, then added, “No, I’m still worried about you being alone. I’m coming over tomorrow!” “Okay.” I agreed with a smile. After hanging up, my heart felt warm. This was what it felt like to have family backing you up. No matter what decision I made, they would always be my strongest support. Meanwhile, at that moment, the temperature at the Ashford mansion had dropped to freezing. Mr. Harrison placed the signed divorce papers on Lucas’s desk, his expression complicated. “Mr. Ashford, Mrs. Ashford—no, Ms. Emma—has signed.”

At that time, Lucas was overseas in an important international conference, and his phone was being held by his assistant. That assistant was someone Victoria had planted. Victoria was Lucas’s childhood friend, self-proclaimed as the person who understood him best, and universally acknowledged in high society circles as the “future Mrs. Ashford.” A year ago, when Lucas suddenly announced he was marrying me—a nobody—it shocked everyone. Victoria saw me as a thorn in her side. She believed I had stolen everything that should have been hers. Over the past year, she’d made my life difficult both openly and behind the scenes. Everyone in the Ashford family had been charmed by her and often criticized me at her instigation. This time, while Lucas was abroad, she took his phone and sent me that divorce message on her own initiative. She was certain Lucas was already tired of me, his “trophy wife.” She was equally certain that I would cry and refuse to agree to the divorce just to keep my position as Mrs. Ashford. Then she’d say a few nice words to Lucas, making herself look gracious while making him despise me even more. A perfect plan. Too bad she miscalculated one thing. I, Emma, couldn’t care less about being Mrs. Ashford. The servants at the Ashford mansion nervously reported to Lucas’s mother: “Emma, she… she’s gone.” “Gone?” Mrs. Ashford was in the middle of a face mask. She sat up slowly at the news. “Gone is gone. She wasn’t good enough for my son anyway. Did she take all her things?” The servant said quietly, “She only took one suitcase—the one she brought with her. All the jewelry you and Mr. Ashford gave her, and the card he gave her… she left everything behind.” Mrs. Ashford’s movements stopped abruptly. She ripped off her face mask. “What did you say?” Mrs. Ashford rushed into my room—what she called “the guest room.” In the walk-in closet, all those pieces of jewelry she and Mr. Ashford had given me to keep up the family’s image—pieces I’d never worn once—were neatly arranged in velvet boxes. On the vanity, Lucas’s unlimited black card sat quietly, with a note beside it. “The PIN is your birthday. I never used it.” Mrs. Ashford picked up the card, her face cycling between pale and flushed. She had always assumed I married into the Ashford family for money. She’d guarded against me, watched my every move, terrified I might take even a penny more than I deserved. But now, not only had I left with nothing, I hadn’t even taken the things they’d “graciously bestowed” upon me. They never expected this. “What’s she trying to pull? Who is she putting on a show for?” Mrs. Ashford threw the card on the ground in fury. Lucas’s sister Charlotte ran in, gloating. “Mom, who cares what she’s up to! It’s better that she’s gone, isn’t it? Now Lucas can finally be with Victoria! Victoria just called—she said she’s coming over to have dinner with you tonight!” At the mention of Victoria, Mrs. Ashford’s expression softened. “Victoria is always so thoughtful.” She smoothed her hair and resumed her superior attitude. “Go tell the kitchen to make some of Victoria’s favorite dishes tonight.” Victoria arrived in high spirits. She wore a tailored Chanel suit and sat elegantly beside Mrs. Ashford, listening to her badmouth me, a victorious smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Let’s not speak ill of Emma anymore,” she said with false concern. “She did keep Lucas company for a year. Leaving like this, she must be heartbroken.” “What’s there to be heartbroken about?” Charlotte rolled her eyes dismissively. “My brother gave her a hundred million dollars! She’s probably out shopping right now!” Victoria’s hand paused slightly as she lifted her teacup. A hundred million dollars? The message she’d sent didn’t mention anything about money. Did Lucas add that later? Impossible. Lucas’s phone had been with her people the whole time. Could it have been… Mr. Harrison acting on his own? A flicker of unease passed through Victoria’s mind, but she quickly suppressed it. Whatever happened, Emma was gone. That was enough. “A hundred million to be rid of her—she should count herself lucky,” Mrs. Ashford sneered. “I thought she’d demand more.” Listening to them, Victoria’s unease grew stronger. This was too easy. Emma’s reaction was completely unexpected. A woman everyone believed was a gold digger, faced with divorce, had been so calm, even… carefree? This didn’t make sense. Meanwhile, I was in my new penthouse, enjoying a dinner prepared by a top-tier private chef. After eating my fill, I soaked in a luxurious milk bath. Lying in the enormous bathtub, I rubbed my belly and sighed contentedly.

Three days later. Lucas finished his overseas trip and flew back on his private jet. The moment the plane landed, his assistant returned his phone. “Mr. Ashford, while you were away, Ms. Blake called several times. I returned her calls on your behalf.” Lucas nodded, a hint of exhaustion between his brows. Out of habit, he opened SnapChat to check for any important messages. Then he saw our chat history. The last two messages were especially jarring. “I’ll give you a hundred million dollars. Divorce me.” “OMG! Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner!” Lucas’s pupils contracted sharply. His slender fingers gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. He realized almost immediately—he hadn’t sent that message. He had never once thought about divorcing me. Even though our beginning wasn’t ideal. But over this past year, this woman named Emma had quietly taken root in his cold, rigid world, like a silent plant. He’d grown used to coming home to that lamp left on for him in the living room. Used to her soft voice calling him “honey.” Used to the meals she cooked. He thought they had plenty of time to slowly transition from a business marriage to becoming a real family. But now she had told him, in the most jubilant tone, that leaving him was “great news.” A panic he’d never felt before seized his heart, making it hard to breathe. “Go… go home!” he rasped to his driver. The car raced through the streets, running several red lights, finally stopping in front of the Ashford mansion half an hour later. Lucas practically leaped out of the car. He burst into the mansion. The living room was empty—that familiar lamp wasn’t on. “Emma?” He called out. No one answered. He rushed upstairs and pushed open the master bedroom door. The room was neat and tidy, but cold and lifeless. He opened the walk-in closet. Her side was completely empty.

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When I was eight months pregnant, someone slipped me an abortion drug. Blood pooled around me. Sebastian drove through countless red lights, tears streaming down his face as he rushed me to the hospital. He found the top obstetrician, desperate to save my life. On the operating table, I woke up early and heard him talking to my brother: “Didn’t we agree it was just an abortion? Why did you remove her uterus too? Sebastian, what gives you the right to take away her ability to be a mother?” Sebastian’s usually gentle voice turned cold as ice: “Letting that child live for eight months was already my greatest mercy. The position of the Quinn family heir can only belong to my child with Mia. This is what she owes Mia, and she has to pay it back.” It turned out my perfect marriage was just my wishful thinking. Sebastian had loved my fake heiress sister all along. Fine then. I’ll make your wishes come true. After a long silence, Sebastian’s cold voice slowly rang out: “Mia’s child can be raised by her. What more could she want?” My brother sighed: “I’m afraid you’ll regret this someday, Sebastian. I can see you actually have feelings for Nora.” “If it weren’t for her, Mia wouldn’t have insisted on breaking off our engagement to go abroad.” Sebastian’s tone was flat. “I owe Mia too much. I can never repay it in this lifetime.” My brother’s voice filled with anger: “Then you should have gone after Mia! Why hurt Nora?” The atmosphere between them froze. I lay on the hospital bed silently crying, not daring to make a sound. “Why isn’t she awake yet?” I felt Sebastian gently brush my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes and met his instantly tender gaze. All this time I’d been deceived by Sebastian’s gentle, affectionate face, thinking he loved me as much as I loved him. I never imagined he would be the real executioner! He was the one who put a powerful abortion drug in my food, deliberately causing me to hemorrhage, then paid top dollar for the chief physician at the Quinn family hospital. What a vicious heart! For his illegitimate child, Sebastian personally killed our baby. At this thought, my whole body trembled. It pulled at my abdominal wound, turning my face white with pain, though it was nothing compared to my heartache.

My emotional turmoil couldn’t escape Sebastian. He held me tightly, his tone gentle and pitying. “Nora, even though we lost our baby, don’t worry. I’ll always be by your side. Believe me, sometimes loss is a kind of gain.” He tenderly kissed my eyelids. “However sad you are, I’m ten thousand times sadder.” I clenched my fists, blinking hard to hide my unstoppable hatred from him. “How sad are you?” Sebastian looked down at me, his eyes swollen like walnuts from crying for so long. “Incomparably sad. The moment the child died, my whole world went dark. Thank God you’re still here, otherwise I really couldn’t go on living.” What an actor. No wonder I never discovered all these years that he’d always loved Mia. When I first got pregnant, Sebastian posted several messages on social media, ecstatic about becoming a father! Later when my appetite was poor during pregnancy, he specifically learned to cook for me, personally preparing every meal. Who could have predicted this was all his long-game setup for that illegitimate child! Sebastian went downstairs to get food from the cafeteria, leaving his backup phone behind. His password wasn’t my birthday. I unlocked it with Mia’s birthday instead, and chat logs hit me like a ton of bricks. “Sebastian, what we’re doing isn’t fair to her.” During my eighth month, Sebastian constantly traveled between home and abroad, barely spending any days with me. I felt sorry for him, so I only shared good news during prenatal checkups and morning sickness, trying not to worry him. Now I learned he spent those days abroad accompanying Mia through her prenatal visits, checkups, and delivery. The endless chat logs showed his every moment with Mia. He never missed a single important pregnancy milestone. Sebastian rubbed pregnancy oil on her, massaged her swollen feet, even personally helped her with intimate needs. Scrolling further up, they’d argued about custody, until Mia finally agreed to let me raise the child while she pursued her career abroad. I closed my eyes. I remembered when our switched identities were revealed, Mia smiled at me with seeming relief: “I never blamed you for taking Mom and Dad. I long for a wider world. Don’t worry, I won’t compete with you for Sebastian either.” She went abroad to become a light chaser. Mom and Dad resented me for her departure. They barely showed up at my wedding. And Sebastian killed my child for Mia’s sake, just to pave the way for her child. I really envied her. Everyone loved her, not me… If that’s how it was, I should leave too. Heart dead as ash, I put down the phone and sent my mentor a message, agreeing to return in a month to accompany him gathering herbs in the mountains. “I don’t trust hospital food, so I cooked something myself. See if you like it?” Sebastian fed me spoonful by spoonful. My tears dropped heavily into the bowl. He gently wiped away my tears, teasing: “Little kitten, crying from gratitude already!” I lowered my eyes without responding. It wasn’t gratitude. It was sorrow. I only received this treatment because Mia repeatedly demanded it. I was just borrowing her light. Seeing me like this, Sebastian hugged me with concern: “Nora, are you thinking about the baby again?” His mention broke me completely. My tears flooded out. Sebastian panicked, then had a flash of inspiration: “I’ve got it! I heard your sister also had a baby abroad. She’s always on the move—why not bring her child back for us to raise as our own? We can tell everyone you gave birth. That way both sets of parents are satisfied, and you won’t face gossip.” I looked up at him in a daze. If I didn’t already know what Sebastian had done behind my back, I might actually believe he was thinking of me. But I’d already decided to leave and let them have what they wanted: “That works. Everyone wins.”

Sebastian looked delighted, hugging me with a vow-like promise: “I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life, Nora. When the child grows up, we’ll travel everywhere. You’ve always wanted to go back and see where you grew up, right?” He rambled on about a beautiful future, not knowing this perfect new life would never begin, because I was leaving. Sebastian was extremely eager. Within two or three days, he brought Mia and the baby back home and threw a celebration. “I figured at least Mom and Dad should know, and you probably miss them too.” Sebastian watched me carefully, afraid I’d be angry. At the Nora villa, Nora’s parents, Susan and David, fussed over little Asher, their faces full of joy. Mia sat beside them, still like a little girl. Susan cooed over the baby while stroking Mia tenderly: “Mia suffered so much abroad. Don’t worry, this child belongs to the Nora!” I felt my eyes stinging but kept smiling as I stepped forward to greet them. Susan and David’s attitude immediately turned ice cold. “Why the gloomy face? Trying to upset us? Look at Mia—she’s so much more considerate than you. I don’t know what you were thinking, eating random things so close to your due date. Now the baby’s gone, and in the end Mia has to clean up your mess. You knew the Quinn family would be here today, yet you wear all this drab gray to spite us? You never bring honor to this family. We shouldn’t have brought you back—it’s kept Mia away all these years, getting bullied abroad.” I knew my parents looked down on me. They thought I couldn’t bring them glory, that I wasn’t worthy of being the Nora heiress. Unfortunately, Mia—the daughter who made them so proud—wasn’t their biological child. Only after Mia went abroad and the Quinn family insisted on me did they reluctantly accept reality, becoming even more dissatisfied with me. At the wedding, David didn’t walk me down the aisle. Susan sat in her seat with a sour expression. Sebastian used to defend me, but now his eyes were glued to Mia, full of tender affection. He’d completely forgotten that my baby died because he slipped abortion drugs into the food, exploiting my trust. Mia walked over holding the baby, smiling sincerely: “Look at little Asher. Isn’t he adorable?” He really was adorable. His eyes looked just like Mia’s, his lips and chin carved from the same mold as Sebastian. My fingertips brushed the child’s cheek, overwhelming hatred rising in my eyes. But why should he live well and enjoy a wealthy, beautiful life when my baby was poisoned to death without ever seeing this world! “Asher?” My mouth tasted bitter as I forced a smile: “It really is a nice name.” Noticing something wrong with the baby, my hand slid toward his neck. Before I could do anything, Mia screamed: “What are you trying to do to my child?” The next second, Sebastian violently shoved me to the ground, roaring at me: “Nora, what are you trying to do to Asher? Just because your own baby died, you want to harm your sister’s child? Are you even human?” I sat sprawled on the floor, my palms scraped raw against the ground, the pain tearing through me. But Sebastian didn’t even glance at me. He and Mia each held the crying child, like a real family of three. Susan and David glared at me angrily, jumping to conclusions without asking questions: “Nora, look at yourself. What about you compares to Mia? You’re so petty and dark-hearted, you won’t even spare such a small child. You’re an animal! What are you still doing on the floor? Get out of here. Don’t ruin our mood. You’ve completely spoiled the day.” The Quinn family elders who’d just arrived asked what happened, their eyes filled with disappointment: “We don’t blame you for accidentally losing the baby. Even though you can’t have children anymore, the Quinn family never planned to divorce you. But why would you go after a tiny infant? Whether you agree or not, Mia’s child must be our family heir. That’s unchangeable fact. Go home and reflect on yourself.” In that moment I wanted to say nothing, but ultimately considering the child’s life was innocent, I said softly: “Babies can choke on jewelry.” Mia opened the baby’s collar and found red marks. Her face immediately filled with shame. Sebastian told me not to take it personally. “Mia was just worried about the baby. She wasn’t targeting you.” Susan said impatiently: “If there was really a problem, why didn’t you say so earlier? Making yourself the victim for what? Your own child died, and Mia kindly lets you raise her baby. You should thank her!” Everyone stood on Mia’s side, condemning me for her sake. My vision blurred with tears. Without a word, I went upstairs and fed the printed divorce papers into the shredder. No more divorce. They didn’t love me or trust me. So forget it. I would completely disappear from their lives. I didn’t want them anymore.

I sat in the guest room for a long time, listening to the laughter and joy downstairs until I fell into a drowsy sleep. When I woke again, the villa was quiet. My stomach hurt terribly. I went downstairs to find food. The servant said disdainfully there was nothing left. If I wanted to eat, I should make it myself. The ingredients were in the basement. But at the basement door, I saw Mia sitting astride Sebastian, her voice coquettish: “Sebastian, what if she finds out? She’ll be so hurt.” “Mmm… it’s so hard, Sebastian…” Sebastian’s lips curved wickedly: “Mia, you clearly love this. Why do you always refuse me? Don’t worry, she won’t know. I also promised not to trap you with marriage, but you have to satisfy me…” Mia wrapped her hands around Sebastian’s head, pushing her hips forward. “Sebastian, just this once. After this I’ll go abroad and never disturb your happiness with her again. We’ll just be childhood friends, nothing more.” Sebastian said nothing more. Obscene sounds drifted to my ears on the wind, making me nauseous and unsteady. I stumbled away from there. Only after escaping that suffocating place did I barely come back to myself, tears falling heavily to the ground. I sat helplessly confused on the curb. The next second, Mia’s soft, anxious voice sounded. “I’m sorry about today.” “Which part? ” I looked into her guilty, evasive eyes. “Just… misunderstanding that you wanted to hurt Asher. I’m a first-time mother, I overreacted about the baby’s safety. I wasn’t targeting you. Also, I promised Sebastian I’d let you raise the baby. I definitely won’t appear in the future to affect your relationship. From now on, Asher is your biological child.” Mia’s eyes reddened as she choked up: “Don’t worry, I’ll go abroad after Asher’s celebration and never come back. I’m leaving Mom, Dad, Asher, and Sebastian in your care.” This appearance of deep affection forced to retreat overlapped with the year she went abroad. My chest ached unbearably. How could she so innocently, so matter-of-factly steal Susan, David, and Sebastian’s love, yet seem so sincere?! I grabbed Mia’s collar. Before I could voice my accusation, someone kicked me hard. The stones on the ground pierced my wound, new injuries on top of old. The pain turned my vision black. Mia cried out. She tried to help me up but was pulled into Sebastian’s arms instead. “Nora, if you have a problem, take it out on me!” Mia explained softly: “Sebastian, it’s not like that. Nora didn’t…” “I saw everything and you’re still covering for her. Since the day she came back, she’s never had good intentions toward you.” Sebastian’s face darkened as he looked at me: “You killed your own baby, yet you dare target Mia. Nora, you really never change!” I never change? I killed my own baby? I tore open my clothing at the uterus, roaring angrily: “I killed my own baby? I ate the food YOU cooked for me, then I hemorrhaged! How did my baby die? Why can I never conceive again?!” Sebastian showed no guilt: “I cook for you and somehow that’s my fault? Who knows what you ate before? Your uterus was removed because your body couldn’t handle it. You have the nerve to question me? You almost became a mother yourself. How can you bear to hurt another mother willing to let you raise her child? Apologize to Mia right now!” Ha ha ha! What righteous indignation! My baby was murdered and I’m supposed to be grateful! “Thank you both.” I suddenly bowed, then turned and walked away. Sebastian’s heart lurched with panic, feeling like he was losing something. But he shook his head. She was just upset. Once Mia left, he’d coax Nora and she’d definitely forgive him. A few days later was my and Mia’s birthday. Sebastian spent lavishly on drones and fireworks for Mia that went on all night, trending topic after trending topic. The Nora also rented out an entire resort hotel for Mia’s grand celebration party. I packed up all my belongings and distributed them to nearby homeless people. The next day, they seemed to finally remember my birthday was yesterday. My brother guiltily expressed a cake to me. Sebastian had his secretary deliver a necklace as a gift. I squatted by the trash can and slowly burned all our wedding photos and marriage certificate, the ashes scattering in the wind. Early on the third day, Sebastian called me: “Nora, I forgive you for what happened before. Today is Asher’s celebration. Dress nicely. I’ll have my secretary pick you up at noon.” I agreed with a smile, as if truly without hard feelings. After hanging up, I changed into the old clothes I’d worn when I was first found, heading straight for the hotel. I never showed up at Asher’s celebration. Sebastian’s expression darkened. Nora was throwing tantrums at a time like this, becoming more and more unreasonable. He forcibly suppressed his growing unease. He coldly ordered people to find me. When Susan and David heard, their faces also darkened: “Outrageous! I’ve been saying we should have let Mia marry into the Quinn family instead.” Elizabeth Quinn, Sebastian’s mother, frowned slightly but said nothing. Just then, someone rushed in panicking: “Something terrible happened, Mr. Quinn! Your wife jumped off the building!!”

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The morning after I was brought back to the White family, Ruth stumbled out of my room with her clothes in disarray. Her hair was a mess, her collar hanging open. In front of the entire family, she broke down crying: “You bastard! I’m pregnant, and you did this to me…” My brother Thomas rushed over. The moment he saw the scene, his eyes turned red, and he pointed at me, roaring: “She’s my wife!” My mom hurried out. Her face went deathly pale when she saw what was happening. She pointed at me, unable to speak for a long moment. My dad stood there trembling, then turned and grabbed a baseball bat from the side. “I’m going to beat you to death today, you bastard!” A crowd of neighbors quickly gathered outside. Once they learned what happened, they all pointed and cursed at me, their voices rising one after another: “Just got brought back and already doing something this disgusting! What a bastard!” I dodged my dad’s swinging bat while cursing back. Wait, I’m a woman. How could I have assaulted Ruth? Before they brought me back, didn’t they even figure out if I was male or female?

Ruth leaned into my brother’s arms, tears streaming down her face: “I felt sorry for Carter, being lost all these years. I wanted to take care of her when she came back. Who knew she would do this to me? I don’t even want to live anymore!” My brother’s arms tightened around her, his eyes fixed on me with deadly fury: “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Carter gives you an explanation today. Family or not, I won’t cover for her!” I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed up to my brother and pointed at my own face: “Are you confused? Look at me! What am I to you?” Ruth saw me approaching and cried even harder, shrinking into my brother’s embrace: “I’m pregnant, how could you…” My brother couldn’t take it anymore and shoved me away. My dad seized the opportunity to step forward and brought the bat down on me without hesitation, his face dark: “You heartless thing! You’re a disgrace! Let’s just pretend the White family never brought you back!” The pain made cold sweat pour down my face. Seeing my dad raise the bat high again, I quickly shouted: “Stop! I’m not even a man—” “You’re not just not a man, you’re not even human!” Ruth interrupted me with a trembling voice. She clutched her stomach and tried to throw herself against the wall, but my brother caught her just in time: “Ruth, don’t do this! Whatever happened, I’m on your side!” My mom couldn’t stand watching anymore. She turned away wiping tears, then walked up to me and pointed: “After what you did, don’t blame us for calling the police and reporting you for assault!” A neighbor immediately pulled out her phone: “Ruth, don’t be scared! I’m calling the police right now! My husband works at the station—I’ll make sure this bastard goes to prison!” Ruth’s face changed. She quickly grabbed my brother’s arm, her tone urgent: “Don’t call the police… Carter is family after all. If this gets to the station, it’ll look terrible. I can handle some suffering—it’s not good for the family if word gets out.” She sounded considerate, but her eyes flickered with uncertainty. A million curses were racing through my mind! I’m 5’10” with short hair and androgynous features. But I’m definitely a woman! Before bringing me back, couldn’t they at least confirm my gender? And this Ruth—I shouldn’t have let her into my room this morning to bring milk. I thought she was just being nice to me on my first day home. I didn’t realize it was all a setup. “You’ve really got it wrong. I couldn’t possibly—” “Enough!” Thomas cut me off sharply. “Stop making excuses! After doing something so vile, the law won’t let you off!” I looked up at the sky, feeling completely wronged. “Are you all done yet?” “You say I assaulted Ruth—where’s the proof? Just because she ran out of my room this morning? I should report her for breaking into my room!” My brother hesitated. Ruth immediately covered her face and sobbed: “Carter, how long are you going to twist the truth? Are you trying to force me to kill myself?” “This morning I came to the living room for water. You said you didn’t know where the towels in your room were and asked me to help you find them. After I went in, you gave me a glass of drugged milk… When I woke up, you were on top of me…”

As she spoke, she made another show of trying to end her life. My brother quickly held her and comforted her. At the same time, the neighbors watching outside erupted: “What terrible luck for the White family! Their child went missing at birth, and when they finally found her, she turned out to be a monster!” “Carter assaulted Thomas’s wife—what a sin!” Ruth leaned in my brother’s arms, sobbing as she threw more dirt on me. I didn’t know why she was framing me, but since she wanted to ruin me, I wouldn’t let her off easy either. I raised my head and stared straight at her: “You say I assaulted you. So tell me—did I wear protection or not?” The crowd instantly went quiet. A flash of panic crossed Ruth’s face, but she quickly cried harder, shaking her head repeatedly: “I don’t know… When I woke up, you were already on top of me. How could I possibly know…” “You don’t know?” I looked at her calmly. “If you don’t know, how can you be sure I assaulted you?” The moment I said that, everyone looked at Ruth. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. A few seconds later, she released them and put on a desperate expression: “When I woke up, you were on top of me. I was so scared I pushed you away, frantically put on my clothes and ran out. As for whether you used… I was too frightened. I really don’t know.” After speaking, her face grew even paler, looking so fragile a gust of wind could knock her down. My brother held her tighter in distress and roared at me: “Carter! Ruth is pregnant! How could you be so heartless!” I ignored him and continued: “Then let’s go to the room right now and look. It hasn’t been that long—I couldn’t have hidden it well. If there is something, we’ll take it for testing. If not, you can take her to the hospital for fluid analysis.” My mom trembled with rage: “You… you bastard! You’re trying to push Ruth to her death!” A neighbor chimed in: “Making the victim face the scene again—isn’t that traumatizing her a second time? How could he even think of that!” I found it laughable. Who was the one who screamed and brought everyone here in the first place? She already threw away her dignity—why should I save her any face? Just as I was about to drag someone to the room for confrontation, Ruth suddenly pulled open her collar, revealing a large expanse of obvious marks on her neck. “Fine, you want evidence? This is the evidence. These are all from just now. I was thinking about the baby I’m carrying for Thomas and trying to protect your family’s reputation, so I held back and didn’t say anything… I didn’t expect you’d still try to deny it!” After speaking, she turned her head aside. A tear slid down her cheek. That image of bearing humiliation and looking so vulnerable made me, the supposed “assailant,” seem utterly despicable. Everyone present was thoroughly enraged. Their curses instantly drowned me out. My brother was completely disappointed in me: “How could a woman use her own reputation to frame someone? Now the evidence is clear, and Ruth is still pregnant. You should turn yourself in to the police.”

I stared at Ruth in disbelief. My brother’s attitude made it clear the marks weren’t from him, and they certainly weren’t from me. Before I could react, my parents blocked my view. My mom pointed at me, heartbroken: “You’re still staring at Ruth even now? We should never have brought you back! Come with me to the police station right now and turn yourself in! Give Ruth an explanation!” I shook off my mom’s hand, not backing down at all: “Since it’s come to this, let’s investigate to the end. I’m going to find that condom no matter what!” Just as I was about to enter the room, Ruth’s legs suddenly gave out, and she blurted: “Don’t go in there!” Her shout made everyone look at her. Even my brother froze. I pressed forward step by step: “Why? Are you feeling guilty?” “Or maybe…” I looked at the marks on her chest, thoughtful: “This whole thing was staged by you?” The moment those words left my mouth, everyone’s eyes snapped to Ruth, their gazes now questioning. Ruth’s face went ugly. Her body swayed as if about to collapse. Just then, someone screamed: “Blood! She’s bleeding!” Everyone looked quickly. Blood was actually flowing down Ruth’s inner thigh. No one had time to curse at me anymore. They rushed to get her to the hospital. The doctor came out shaking his head: “The baby couldn’t be saved.” My mom fainted on the spot. My dad quickly helped her to another hospital room. My brother heard the news as if struck by lightning. Then with red eyes, he grabbed my throat: “Carter, why? Why would you do this to Ruth?” I knew that even if I said I was a woman now, it wouldn’t matter. Ruth would definitely claim I killed the White family’s first child, and then I’d never be able to clear my name. I struggled free from my brother’s grip. Just as I was figuring out what to say, Ruth’s mother burst into the hospital with a group of reporters. My brother tried to approach, but she ignored him completely and rushed straight to the hospital bed. Ruth woke up then, crying her eyes out. Her mother held her heartbrokenly, then turned to the reporters with righteous fury: “Reporter friends, my daughter was pregnant and was assaulted by Carter. Now the baby is gone! Please report this truthfully—we must get justice for my daughter!” After speaking, she gave the reporters a meaningful look. The reporters immediately swarmed forward, cameras and microphones thrust in my face. Ruth’s eyes were red as she spoke in a trembling voice: “Didn’t you want to find the condom earlier? Now that the reporters are here, you can all go look!” She hadn’t dared let me look before, but now she was taking the initiative. When things are abnormal, there’s definitely something suspicious. And looking at her now, she didn’t seem like someone who just had a miscarriage at all. But it didn’t matter if they really wanted to look. Before leaving, I’d confirmed that Ruth hadn’t left anything in my room. Even if there was something, the DNA couldn’t possibly be mine. Hearing this, my brother immediately led the reporters to my room. On one side was his wife, on the other his blood relative—he wanted to know the truth more than anyone. As it turned out, the group found a recently used condom under my bed.

When my brother found it, the reporters instantly surrounded me: “If the DNA test comes back as yours, you’re guilty of assault! And I heard rapists have the worst time in prison!” The microphones were practically in my face. I looked at the crumpled thing in my brother’s hand and sneered inwardly. Ruth had really prepared everything in advance. “Testing is fine, but I have conditions. There must be third-party witnesses throughout the entire process, and the results must be publicly announced. No behind-the-scenes manipulation.” Ruth’s mother jumped out: “It was found in your room—what’s there to test? You’re just a bastard!” “You can’t say that,” I stared at her. “What if it’s not mine? What if someone deliberately framed me? I can’t take the blame for nothing.” My brother’s face was dark, but he finally nodded: “Fine, we’ll do it your way. I’ll personally go with you to the testing center.” The test took three hours. During that time, the reporters didn’t rest, constantly asking me and my brother questions. Ruth’s mother kept interjecting, painting me as an unforgivable criminal. My brother didn’t acknowledge me the whole time, his face terrifyingly grim. Finally, the test results came out. The doctor displayed the report in front of the camera. It was written clearly in black and white—besides Ruth’s DNA, the rest matched mine completely. The reporters instantly exploded: “The evidence is ironclad! Let’s see how you try to deny it now!” “We’ve been livestreaming this whole time—everyone’s waiting to see what happens to you!” The moment Ruth saw the test report, she visibly relaxed, then threw herself into her mother’s arms, sobbing loudly. My brother stared at me, his eyes wishing he could tear me to pieces. Looking at that string of numbers on the test report, I was confused too. Hurried footsteps came from the doorway. I looked up to see my mom standing there, her face pale. She’d just woken up and heard the news, getting so angry she nearly fainted again. My dad also declared on the spot that he was cutting ties with me. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, my brother personally called the police: “Hello, I want to report a crime. I’m reporting Carter for assault resulting in miscarriage. The evidence is conclusive!” From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Ruth and her mother exchanging a look, calculation flashing quickly in their eyes. I instantly realized. The doctor had already been bought off. Soon, a group of police officers walked in, their sharp gazes sweeping across the room before finally settling on me. They walked straight toward me, showed their badges, and said sternly: “Carter, someone reported you for suspected assault. Please come with us for questioning.” Instantly, everyone’s condemning gazes focused on my face. And at that moment, I finally remembered something. So under everyone’s watchful eyes, I voluntarily held out my hands for the handcuffs: “Officer, I did assault Ruth and caused her miscarriage.”

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I have a sex addiction. When I got married, I found a man who was incredibly compatible with me in bed, thinking we’d have fun experimenting after the wedding. But three months into our marriage, the number of times Crane and I had sex could be counted on one hand, and none of them were satisfying. Because every single time we got halfway through, we’d be interrupted by Crane’s brother’s wife, Sienna. Finally, on the twentieth time we were interrupted mid-sex—this time with her excuse being that the power went out and she was scared of the dark—I couldn’t take it anymore. “Crane, you’re not leaving tonight.” But Crane hastily threw on his clothes and said to me: “Marcus just passed away recently. Sienna is still grieving. I need to help her get through this.” Watching his retreating figure, I stopped trying to hold him back. A few days later, I threw divorce papers at him. “Let’s divorce! If you can’t satisfy me, then don’t stop me from finding other men.” Crane and I had been in a cold war for nearly two months before we finally made up. Desire ignited, and we were halfway through when his phone started ringing. I ignored it completely, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing myself against him. “Crane…” But no matter how high the passion, it couldn’t drown out that annoying phone call. It kept ringing relentlessly. Crane eventually went limp, pushed me away, and got up to answer it. My heart was still racing, unable to calm down for a long time. I stared at him resentfully, then heard Sienna’s sweet, delicate voice coming through the phone. “Crane, the villa’s power went out. I’m scared of the dark…” Crane didn’t even hesitate before getting up. I wasn’t satisfied and naturally wasn’t about to let this go. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “Crane, it won’t take more than a few minutes. Are you really still going to leave?” Crane coldly pried my hands away and buttoned up his shirt. “Willow, you know Marcus just passed away not long ago. I can’t just ignore her.” I got angry. “Crane, you’re not the only person in the Crane family. Doesn’t she know she can call someone else when something happens? Except for those few days of my period, she calls you over every single night. Don’t you find that strange?” And why was it always at night? “Shut up!” Crane’s face suddenly darkened. “Stop talking nonsense.” Looking at his face, I felt like I was seeing a stranger for the first time. Perhaps seeing that I was angry, Crane’s expression softened as he tried to comfort me: “Don’t worry, this is the last time. Plus, Mom’s going over too. I’ll just check on things and come right back.” Crane left. After I calmed down, something still felt off. He had the same addiction I did, with especially high needs. During our first month of marriage, we were interrupted every single time. Then we fought and had a cold war for nearly two months. Logically, tonight should have been unstoppable, but when he got that call, he showed not even a hint of reluctance? Could it be that he was getting satisfied somewhere else? This thought made my heart tighten, and I got out of bed. I wanted to see for myself whether she was really scared of the dark or just putting on an act. But before I could leave, Crane sent me a message. “The power suddenly went out in the house and she twisted her ankle. Mom and I are taking her to the hospital. I won’t be coming home tonight.” By the time I got to the hospital, my mother-in-law was nowhere to be seen, but Sienna’s face was buried in Crane’s neck, as if she were crying softly. And Crane’s lips were practically touching her ear as he whispered things I couldn’t hear. This was already the twentieth time since our wedding. Every time it was like this. Our intimacy would be interrupted by a phone call, and Crane would leave without hesitation. And whenever I followed him to the hospital or her house, I would see similar scenes.

There was actually a reason why Crane acted this way. Crane’s brother, Marcus, had drowned six months ago while trying to save him. At that time, Sienna was about to give birth. Right after Marcus was buried, she gave birth to a son. At first, I didn’t think anything of Crane taking care of her. I even thought it was appropriate. It wasn’t until our wedding night that I realized Sienna had unusual feelings for Crane. We had just gone to bed and were getting heated in the bathroom when she came knocking frantically in a sheer nightgown. “Crane, the baby’s sick…” Without a word, Crane got dressed and took her and the child straight to the hospital. Though I complained, at the time I sympathized with her situation and didn’t think much of it. But when I got to the hospital, I saw her hanging on Crane’s body, crying pitifully. “Crane, what do I do? If something happens to the baby, I really won’t be able to face Marcus.” Crane just kept comforting her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” They were too close. A woman’s intuition told me something was going on. Sure enough, over the next month, I discovered that Sienna was invading every corner of my life. During the day when Crane wasn’t home, she never appeared in front of me. But as soon as Crane was home, she’d walk around the house dressed provocatively. She’d even come into my bedroom in the early morning when we were in the middle of things, standing beside us under the pretense of cleaning the room. What’s more, when she pulled open her clothes to breastfeed the baby, she showed no sense of propriety whatsoever. I was bothered and even subtly warned her, but she pretended not to understand. Or she’d stand there with red eyes, looking like she’d been bullied. I was extremely annoyed and told Crane about it, but he always said I was overthinking it. Until that night when Crane wasn’t home and I got up for water in the middle of the night, I heard her in her room pleasuring herself. “Crane… Crane…” I was thunderstruck, instantly feeling utterly disgusted. After confirming her vile intentions, I demanded to leave. But Crane thought I was being unreasonable. “We’re living here perfectly fine. What are you making a fuss about now?” I had no evidence and couldn’t just blurt out something so absurd, so I had to grit my teeth and endure it. But who knew she’d get even more outrageous? She calculated my period timing precisely. Except for those few nights, every other night she found various excuses to call Crane over. “Crane, the bathroom pipe burst.” “Crane, the water heater seems broken.” “Crane, I think I’m sick…” “Crane…” Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and confronted her directly. “Sienna, Crane is my husband, not a plumber or a doctor. If you’re not feeling well or need help, call a professional.” She bit her lip, looking extremely wronged. Crane sternly reprimanded me. “What are you doing? I told you, she just lost her husband. I’m just taking extra care of her. Even if you’re jealous, there should be a limit, shouldn’t there?” “Then I won’t be jealous anymore. You two go play house together.” In my anger, I went back to my parents’ home. This was the second cold war since we’d started dating. The next day, Crane showed up with roses to apologize, kneeling on one knee in front of my parents, vowing to be more mindful of boundaries. But I still wouldn’t forgive him. He came to beg me every day, trying to please my parents. Plus my mother-in-law promised that she’d move into the villa to keep Sienna company and let Crane and me move out to live on our own. I looked at this man I’d loved for seven years. The sincerity in his eyes made my heart soften. Even if she didn’t know proper boundaries, I couldn’t write him off completely with one blow. Besides, we’d walked through college years together. He’d once stood up to drunken thugs harassing me, and once carried me to the hospital in a rainstorm when I had a high fever from my allergy. “This is your last chance.” I warned him as I accepted the roses. “One more time and we’re done.” Though I agreed to go home, I still had lingering doubts, so I wasn’t intimate with him. The next period of time was indeed calm. She seemed to have really restrained herself, maintaining proper distance even during occasional family gatherings. Finally, nearly two months after our cold war, Crane and I resumed our normal married life. But just as I’d returned to normal married life, she started acting up again. Thinking about it carefully, the Crane family was wealthy with plenty of servants and drivers. For such trivial matters, why did Crane have to come personally? I’d tolerated the previous nineteen times, but this time I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Crane.” My voice echoed in the empty corridor. He looked up sharply. Surprised, he instinctively pushed Sienna away some distance. Her face showed disappointment. “Willow? How did you…” “I came to observe and learn.” I didn’t want to beat around the bush with them. Worried they might not understand, I let out a cold laugh. “After all, my husband seems better at taking care of other men’s wives.” Her face instantly went pale, her fingers twisting the bedsheet at the edge of the hospital bed. “Willow, don’t misunderstand, I was just…” “Just what? Just coincidentally, accidentally falling down the stairs at one in the morning?” I walked closer to the bed, looking at her. “What a coincidence—every time we’re intimate, you always have some little accident.” She lowered her head even more, as if about to cry. “That’s enough, stop talking.” Crane abruptly stood up, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the hospital room. He demanded, “Are you crazy? Marcus’s only been gone six months!” “Ha… You know she’s Marcus’s wife, so why can’t you be more mindful of boundaries?” “You’re being completely unreasonable. I can guarantee you, there’s nothing between her and me.” He was quite angry, gripping my wrist, forcibly dragging me into the elevator. “Let go of me!” I struggled, my nails scratching across the back of his hand. “You’re hurting me!” The elevator descended to the underground parking garage. Crane silently dragged me toward his black Land Rover. He shoved me inside. The car door slammed shut with a “bang,” leaving only our heavy breathing in the enclosed space. “Willow, let me explain.” He released his grip, his voice suddenly softening. “Sienna really just twisted her ankle. Mom’s too old to support her by herself…” “So you needed to hold her?” I laughed coldly, rubbing my reddened wrist. “You needed to whisper in her ear? You needed to…” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the horn blaring sharply. “Can you stop being so vulgar? That’s Sienna! My brother saved my life. What’s wrong with me taking care of his wife?” I stared at his reddening eyes, suddenly finding it ridiculous. “Crane, are you sure you’re just ‘taking care’ of her?” He was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. The two words “Sienna” on the screen stung my eyes. Crane hesitated for a second, then answered anyway. “Mm… okay… I’ll be right there.” He hung up and looked at me with a complicated expression. “The hospital needs someone to handle the admission paperwork. Mom didn’t bring enough cash.” “So?” I leaned back in the seat, a sarcastic smile on my lips. “You’re leaving me again?” “Just ten minutes.” He reached out to touch my face, but I turned my head away. “Wait in the car for me. I promise I’ll come back as soon as I’m done.” “Just go.” I closed my eyes, heard the car door open and close, then the sound of hurried footsteps gradually fading away. The cold air from the underground garage crept up from the floor. I opened my eyes, my gaze falling on Crane’s backup phone under the passenger seat—the one he usually used for company business. Possessed by some impulse, I bent down and picked it up. The screen lit up, showing a blurry photo on the lock screen—you could vaguely make out two silhouettes. I entered his usual password. The phone unlocked. The moment I saw the contents, my blood ran cold.

The photo album was full of pictures of Sienna. Wearing sexy nightgowns, breastfeeding… There were even several clearly taken in a hotel bathroom. The most recent one was from ten minutes ago—a close-up of her sticking out her tongue and licking her lips on the hospital bed. Caption: [Missing you]. Besides these, the text messages were even more explicit: [Crane, meet me at the usual place tonight.] [She went to her parents’ house today, I sent the baby to my mom’s] [Left my lipstick in your car, don’t let her find it] [Remember that time? I want you to kiss me like that again…] [When are you getting divorced? You promised to give me and the baby a home] My blood flowed backward through my entire body. I bit down hard on the back of my hand to keep from screaming. My stomach churned. My fingers scrolled down uncontrollably. Until I saw a message from three months ago: [Marcus is already dead, what are you still hesitating about? If you hadn’t suggested it that day… your brother wouldn’t have…] “What are you doing?” The car door suddenly yanked open, Crane’s face appearing before me. His gaze fell on the phone in my hand. His expression froze instantly, then went deathly pale.

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In my past life, my mom caused my CEO dad William’s car accident death, made my grandparents go bankrupt and commit suicide, and framed uncle Marcus to be imprisoned. After being reborn, they all teamed up to take revenge on my mom. Dad stared at Mom’s slightly rounded belly with a sinister look in his eyes. “Vivian, you want to use the fake pregnancy trick to manipulate me again? In this life, I will never believe you again!” The next second, he unexpectedly heard my thoughts: [Fake pregnancy? Dad, do you think I don’t exist? I’m here~ Dad, you’re so handsome and look so capable. You’ll definitely protect me and Mom!] Dad froze in shock. Marcus sneered from the side: “Vivian deliberately says she’s pregnant to gain our sympathy, then she’ll start plotting to destroy us. This life, I’ll make her wish she were dead first!” Mom looked at them in confusion while I desperately kicked inside her belly. [Marcus, Vivian isn’t lying. When I come out, you have to give me a hug!] Everyone stared at Mom’s slightly rounded belly and suddenly fell silent. Didn’t Delia say that Vivian was faking the pregnancy? Then who was this little one making a racket in her belly?

Under the hospital’s cold lighting, the entire family’s eyes were glued to Mom’s slightly swollen abdomen. I shyly curled up and rolled half a circle in the warm womb. [So many people are staring at me~ I’m getting embarrassed!] Dad and Marcus’s bodies both trembled imperceptibly at the same time. Grandpa and Grandma also exchanged surprised glances. They all clearly heard this sweet, childish complaint. Delia remained completely oblivious, only puzzled by everyone’s suddenly even more bizarre silence. The dagger in Dad’s hand clattered to the floor. He stared fixedly at Mom’s belly, his expression gradually changing from sinister to uncertain and suspicious. Mom looked up at him and asked in confusion. “What fake pregnancy? William, are you just too excited about becoming a father?” “And Mom, Dad, Marcus, why do you all look so terrible? Aren’t you happy that I’m pregnant?” No one present paid attention to Mom’s confusion. Their eyes were filled only with deep resentment. “Doctor!” Dad suddenly shouted toward the door. “Schedule a prenatal checkup for her immediately. A full examination!” The fake daughter Delia quickly grabbed Dad’s sleeve, her voice tinged with urgency. “William, didn’t you see with your own eyes in the past life that her big belly was stuffed with a pillow? Plus, the private doctor I found earlier clearly said she wasn’t pregnant. Why check again?” Hearing this, my little feet gently kicked against the uterine wall. [Delia is lying again. In the past life, Mom was definitely pregnant with me, but she was pushed down the stairs by bad people and lost me.] [I could only become a little ghost to wipe Mom’s tears.] [I pounded with my little hands until they were sore just to get this chance to be reborn and return to the womb.] Thinking of this, my nose tingled. I couldn’t help but nuzzle the uterine wall gently like a little kitten. [Don’t be afraid, Mom. This time I’ll definitely protect you. I’m looking forward to seeing this world and meeting Mom and Dad.] “Shut up, everyone shut up!” Dad suddenly covered his ears, his pupils constricting violently as he stared at Mom’s belly. “Doctor! Immediately, right now, prenatal examination!” Delia’s eyes flashed with panic. Marcus couldn’t help but furrow his brow. During the examination, when the cold coupling gel touched Mom’s belly, I curiously twisted. [Wow! The cool gel is like jelly~ Is the doctor using the probe to find me? I’m here, I’m here! Let William see me!] Dad unconsciously held his breath, staring intently at the screen. Marcus also unconsciously stepped forward half a step. Grandpa and Grandma clenched their hands even tighter. The ultrasound machine beeped once, and the screen showed a little bean-sized outline actively kicking its legs. “Fourteen weeks pregnant, fetal heartbeat monitoring normal.” The doctor pushed up his glasses. “Vivian is indeed pregnant, and the baby is very healthy and active.”

The color drained completely from Delia’s face. She quickly spoke up: “Impossible! In the past life, you all saw it. She falsely accused me of pushing her down the stairs, and after the ‘miscarriage,’ what fell out was a pillow. William, you saw it with your own eyes too. How could she really be pregnant?” The whole family was stunned, but echoing in their minds was my earlier statement [pushed down the stairs by bad people and lost me]. Especially Dad—hearing my cheerful thoughts and looking at the little bean that definitely existed on the screen, his expression was extremely complex. Seeing everyone’s expressions waver, Delia immediately put on that innocent look and spoke softly and weakly. “Maybe we really did misunderstand Vivian in the past life. She was truly pregnant then but accidentally miscarried, then became mentally unstable and mistook the pillow for a baby.” “I just can’t understand… how could someone with intellectual disabilities who’s also mentally unstable be so calculating and capable of plotting to destroy us?” Hearing this, Marcus immediately sneered coldly, his eyes full of vigilance and hatred. “So what if it’s not fake pregnancy?” “The fact remains that Vivian destroyed our family in the past life!” “And what good child could this vicious woman’s belly produce? Probably just a bastard here to collect debts!” [Marcus is so mean! How can he call me a bastard!] I pouted in grievance and unhappily turned over in Mom’s belly. Marcus choked on this sudden protest and fell silent. Mom seemed to sense something and gently touched her belly. She looked even more confused at her family members. “You’re all so strange. Can pregnancy really involve past and present lives?” No one had any intention of explaining the past life to a simple-minded beauty. Delia’s eyes turned cold, but when she looked at Marcus and the grandparents, her voice was dripping with tea-scented concern. “Marcus, how can you say that about Vivian and the unborn child? Vivian doesn’t know anything now, and her intelligence is low. Maybe in the past life, that viciousness…” “Enough!” Dad suddenly cut her off sharply. He rubbed his temples, his mind full of my statement about “becoming a little ghost to wipe Mom’s tears.” His heart ached inexplicably. “Even if she’s bad, the child is innocent.” Though his tone was still harsh, it clearly lacked the killing intent from before. Grandpa also frowned. Looking at his daughter’s confused, innocent eyes and swollen abdomen, he spoke in a low voice. “Before things are completely clear, everyone should say less.” His gaze swept over Delia with a trace of subtle scrutiny. Grandma looked at the little life on the screen, and her eyes also flashed with an imperceptible softness. Seeing them actually begin to waver, Delia panicked inside, but her face showed even more grievance. “That’s true. Maybe this life our family can have a good ending!” Hearing this, the family members seemed to see all the events of the past life replayed before their eyes again. They didn’t dare lower their guard or let go of the hatred in their hearts. Seeing the desired effect achieved, Delia immediately looked at Mom provocatively. “Vivian, see how much everyone cares about you? You must ‘keep’ the baby safe.” Mom completely missed the malice in her words and responded with a bright, foolish smile, nodding vigorously. “Thank you, Delia. I’ll work hard with the baby!” Delia was choked by her innocent response and almost couldn’t maintain her expression. Returning to the Lester family manor, the atmosphere remained heavy. Though Dad no longer mentioned “torturing Mom,” his eyes remained cold. Grandpa and Grandma were silent. Marcus even moved to the guest house farthest from the main residence, out of sight, out of mind, but his ears seemed to constantly echo with that “Marcus is mean” comment. Weekend family dinner. A critically important bid price document from Grandpa’s study went missing. “Search! Search thoroughly!” Grandpa’s face turned iron-blue with anger. “Only family members knew where this document was kept!” All suspicious eyes immediately focused on Mom. After all, in the past life, the one who leaked company secrets was Mom. Delia supported Grandpa, seemingly worried but actually guiding with every sentence. “Vivian, you were the only one who entered Dad’s study these past few days. I know your memory isn’t good during pregnancy, but the document is very important. Think hard about where you put it?” Mom looked bewildered, trying hard to remember. “I did go into the study to bring Dad some ginseng tea, but I didn’t touch any documents…” [Delia wants to make Mom take the blame again! It was clearly her who sneaked into the study last night, took Grandpa’s documents, and hid them under the carpet.] [I saw everything. You want to frame Mom again, bad person!] I angrily tugged at the umbilical cord in Mom’s belly. William, Marcus, Grandpa, and Grandma’s faces all changed at the same time! Their gazes shot toward the corner of the study carpet! Sure enough, there was a small, barely noticeable bulge there. Noticing his line of sight, Delia’s expression changed drastically. She instinctively moved to block it with her hand. Dad’s face darkened to the point of dripping water, his eyes coldly fixed on her. “Take out the documents you hid under the carpet!” Delia stepped back in fear: “William, I didn’t…” “Take it out.” Dad’s tone brooked no argument. Finally, the missing documents were found under the carpet. Frame-up, ironclad evidence.

Tears immediately welled up in Delia’s eyes. Her shoulders trembled slightly, looking extremely aggrieved. “I was the one who hid them. I’m sorry.” “I was just so scared. I was afraid Vivian would leak such important documents like she did in the past life, causing our family to go bankrupt and starting a tragic life.” “I didn’t know what to do. In a moment of panic… I thought I’d hide them first and secretly put them back after the bid ended. That way it would be foolproof.” This reason was full of holes and even somewhat stupid. However, watching Delia cry so heartbrokenly and mention the misery of the past life, the severity in Grandpa and Grandma’s eyes faded slightly, replaced by complexity and understanding. As if her foolish action was truly out of love and fear for the family. Marcus immediately stepped forward, shielding her. “Delia was also thinking of this family. She just used the wrong method! Compared to someone who deliberately plotted in the past life and destroyed us all, what does this unintentional mistake matter?” I lay in Mom’s belly, my little feet idly paddling through the amniotic fluid. [Marcus, Delia wasn’t unintentional at all. She was deliberately framing Mom.] [If William hadn’t helped Mom this time, Mom would’ve been blamed for leaking secrets again like in the past life. Silly Marcus, I won’t play with you anymore!] Marcus’s body suddenly stiffened. The arm protecting Delia seemed to freeze as well, his mood heavy. Dad’s brow furrowed tightly. Staring at the crying Delia without speaking immediately, the suspicion in his eyes deepened. Over the next few days, similar incidents happened one after another. Whenever anything bad happened in the house, all evidence would point to my mom. Each time, when the whole family looked at the bewildered Mom with their habitual hateful gazes, my clear and urgent thoughts would ring out timely, pointing out key evidence like a little detective. At first, they were still skeptical, but every time they investigated according to the “hints,” they found evidence precisely and without error, proving Mom’s innocence. Again and again. Dad’s gaze toward Mom was no longer the pure hatred from the beginning, but filled with incredulous confusion. Grandpa and Grandma looked at Mom’s consistently clear eyes with a touch of foolishness and innocent expression, then compared it with Delia’s pale excuses every time she was exposed. They fell into prolonged silence. Even the most steadfast Marcus, faced with “coincidence” after “coincidence” and evidence after evidence, gradually couldn’t immediately speak up in Delia’s defense. He only looked at Mom with increasingly complex and scrutinizing eyes. Could it be that the vicious woman Vivian who destroyed them in the past life was actually innocent? After a business dinner ended, Dad and Marcus went to the parking garage to get the car. Mom and Delia followed. Suddenly, a dozen men wielding clubs with malicious expressions surrounded them from the shadows. “William, Marcus, long time no see?” The leader grinned viciously. “Finally caught you alone. This time, if I don’t cripple you, I’ve lived for nothing!” “You even brought two pretty women along. Perfect, we’ll deal with them together!” I jumped anxiously in Mom’s belly. [This didn’t happen in the past life. Why are bad people suddenly coming to bully William and Marcus? You must be careful!]

Hearing my thoughts, Dad and Marcus’s faces both turned stern. They quickly positioned themselves back-to-back in a defensive stance. Dad looked at the sleazy leader, his face darkening. “Watch your mouth. Say one more word and I’ll tear it apart.” Marcus’s face was also extremely grim. “Delia, Vivian, you two leave first.” Delia’s voice trembled. “No, with so many people, how can I leave you behind? We’re family!” Even with her low intelligence, Mom could see the danger. Protecting her belly, she dropped a sentence. “Okay, I’ll go first!” With that, she actually turned around and ran without hesitation! Her speed was so fast she barely seemed like a pregnant woman. Watching her decisive departure, “abandoning” them to save herself, Dad and Marcus couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. The hatred that had recently wavered surged up again. Marcus sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. “Sure enough, when danger comes, she’s not stupid anymore. Her selfish nature is exposed completely! Just like in the past life. We actually believed her time after time. We’ve been fools for two lifetimes.” Dad’s thin lips pressed tightly. Though he didn’t speak, his eyes also grew colder. Seeing Mom run away, Delia’s eyes flashed with surprise and then triumph, before quickly switching to an extremely worried expression. “Marcus, William, even if Vivian doesn’t care about our lives, she’s still pregnant. With so many bad people here, I’m worried. I’ll go check on her!” After speaking, she also quickly ran off, but didn’t chase after Mom’s footsteps. Instead, she hailed a car with a cold smile and drove away. In the parking garage, Dad and Marcus stood back-to-back, surrounded by a dozen thugs wielding iron clubs. Both were injured. Dad’s mouth was cut and bleeding, and Marcus’s white shirt shoulder was seeping blood. The leader’s eyes gleamed viciously as he raised the cold iron club. “Brothers, they’re worn out. Everyone attack together. They’re worth a lot, at least a few million each. If we sell their organs separately, they’re worth even more!” The crowd was about to surge forward again. Dad and Marcus’s faces looked extremely grim. At this moment, my thoughts rang out first from the darkness. [There’s no signal in the parking garage, but Mom already called the police and called Grandpa and Grandma. The police will be here soon. William and Marcus, you must hold on.] [Mom, you must protect yourself too. I’m so scared and worried.] Then came Mom’s scream. She rushed out of the parking garage holding a thick wooden stick, drenched in sweat. “Stop! No one can bully William and Marcus!” Dad’s eyes were full of shock and astonishment. Marcus’s ear was injured and bleeding profusely. He couldn’t hear anything. Seeing Mom run back, his face was full of mockery and hatred. “You didn’t think about sticking together just now, but now you’re running back to fake concern. Vivian, did you come back to watch us get beaten to death? Seeing us about to die again, are you happy?” Mom ignored Marcus’s mockery. Seeing the group swing clubs toward Marcus’s head— “Marcus!” She rushed over like a madwoman and threw herself onto Marcus. The heavy iron club struck her body hard and ruthlessly. Mom screamed and, right in front of Marcus, her whole body went limp and fell to the ground. Bright red blood instantly gushed from between her legs, quickly staining her light-colored dress crimson. Two voices, shocked to the point of distortion, simultaneously tore through the silent night sky. “Vivian?!”

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Ethan disappeared three years ago. I waited three years. Everyone said I loved him to death. Only I knew he wasn’t dead at all. He was overseas, spending my money on other women. Since he wanted to play dead, sleeping with his best friend seemed fair enough, didn’t it? Adrian Blackwood, the circle’s infamous devil incarnate, waited in his car for me every night after work. He kissed me and asked again when we could go public. Then Ethan came back. With his new girlfriend. At his engagement party, he humiliated me in front of everyone. Made me hand his new lover her ring. I was pushed and shoved by the crowd, helpless. Suddenly, the ballroom doors burst open with a violent kick. Adrian stood in the doorway, his eyes cold as knives. He walked straight to me, took the ring, and tossed it into the trash like it was nothing. Then, in front of everyone, he pulled me into his arms. “I’m her husband. Anyone who touches her answers to me.” The room went dead silent. Ethan’s face turned green. And the hand on my waist began stroking gently through my dress. “Show’s over,” he murmured in my ear with a smile. “Time to go home and work on making a baby.”

Lina’s POV “Are you a dog?” I buttoned my shirt all the way up in the rearview mirror, covering the bite marks on my collarbone. Adrian didn’t respond. He leaned back in his seat, looking thoroughly satisfied as he tapped out a cigarette and lit it. The car still smelled like what we’d just done. Who would’ve thought that the billionaire heir everyone was so afraid of had just spent the last hour ravaging his best friend’s fiancée in this very car? The world thought I had faithfully waited three years for Ethan, devoted and loyal. But I had long known Ethan wasn’t dead. He was just playing dead overseas while hooking up with women. Since he was faking his death, sleeping with his best friend seemed perfectly fair. Adrian exhaled a smoke ring, his voice husky. “Text me when you’re done. I’ll be waiting in the car.” I pushed open the car door and walked quickly toward the café with my project contracts. I had an investor meeting and needed to compose myself so no one would suspect anything. As I climbed the steps, a group emerged from the adjacent building, noisy and boisterous-all those idle rich heirs from the circle. Leading them was none other than Ethan, who had disappeared three years ago. He had his arm around a young woman, listening lazily to someone beside him. His friends saw me and their expressions shifted awkwardly-the guilty look of people caught in wrongdoing. Someone scratched his head. “We run into her already? Who opened their big mouth and told Lina?” Another friend named Lucas explained awkwardly. “Lina, when Ethan fell into the ocean, he had a head injury. He’s been recovering overseas. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to worry needlessly.” “Now that he’s back, it’s a cause for celebration. Sure, Ethan lost his memory, but at least he’s alive, right?” Ethan stopped, his gaze landing lazily on me. He didn’t release the girl in his arms, just raised an eyebrow and assessed me casually. “So this is the fiancée?” he asked his friends, tone indifferent. “Not bad looking. I guess I can see why you all said she wouldn’t marry anyone but me, chasing after me so desperately.” Then he gestured to the girl in his arms. “Even though I don’t remember you, I’ll honor the engagement.” “This is Chloe. I met her overseas. She’s timid, so don’t bully her.” Chloe nestled against him and called out softly, “Hi, Lina.” I held up my contracts. “Excuse me, I have business. Please let me through.” With that, I checked the time to confirm I wasn’t late and headed toward the café. Behind me, voices rose in disbelief. “Seriously? She’s just leaving?” Ethan’s mocking laugh rang out. “Maybe she can’t believe I’m still alive.” Another friend chimed in with a laugh. “Of course! Everyone knows Lina loves you to death. She probably can’t process the wonderful surprise that you’re alive.” “Once she calms down, she’ll naturally come crying to our Ethan begging to get back together.” Ethan’s lazy voice said, “Get back together? We’ll see if I’m in the mood.” I had no idea what they said after I left. After finishing my business discussion with the investors, I returned to the car. The moment I closed the door, Adrian’s scorching breath pressed down on me. “What took so long?” His tone was displeased, his hand sliding directly under my clothes. Just then, someone knocked on the window. I froze completely. Adrian’s movement paused, his brow furrowing. Through the privacy film, Ethan’s face was pressed right against the window! “Adrian, it really is you! I spotted your car from way over there.” I held my breath in fear, instinctively gripping Adrian’s sleeve. We were inside. He was outside. Only a layer of glass between us. Adrian glanced down at me, then used one hand to press me against him, using his large suit jacket to shield my face. Then he calmly lowered the window halfway. “What is it?” Adrian’s voice was low, laced with the irritation of being interrupted. Ethan didn’t notice me hidden under the jacket. He leaned one hand on the window frame, peering inside. “Lina just played hard to get with me and ran off. I’m worried she might do something stupid. Did you see her come this way?” Adrian’s hand rested on the window frame blocking the view, while his other hand squeezed my waist. “Didn’t see her.” He answered without changing expression. Ethan pursed his lips. “That woman really doesn’t know what’s good for her. I was going to let her catch a ride home with you. Forget it, never mind her.” Then his gaze fell on Adrian’s open collar, revealing a knowing, mischievous smile. “Did I interrupt something good? Got a woman hiding in the car?” I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. Not because I cared about him, but because my disheveled state wasn’t suitable for being seen. Adrian glanced at Ethan, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. “Mm. A rather disobedient little wildcat throwing a tantrum.” Ethan laughed loudly, patting the roof. “Then I won’t be a third wheel. Bring her out to meet us sometime-I want to see what kind of woman finally got through to you.” Ethan turned and left. The window rose. I went limp in Adrian’s arms. Adrian looked down at me, his fingertip brushing the cold sweat from my forehead, voice low. “What’s wrong? Afraid your ex will discover you lying beneath his best friend?”

Lina’s POV Adrian’s fingertips traced along my waist. I pushed his hand away and straightened my rumpled dress. “The contract is signed. I need to get back to the company.” Adrian reluctantly withdrew his hand, leaning back against the seat, his eyes dark. “Come to my place tonight?” “Can’t.” I refused flatly. “I have a video conference tonight.” Adrian chuckled softly but didn’t push it, having the driver take me back to the company. As soon as I entered the office, the receptionist intern rushed over with a huge bouquet of red roses. “Lina, someone sent you flowers. No card, just said to wish you everything you desire.” The girl looked thoroughly gossipy. “From your boyfriend? That’s so romantic.” I glanced at the gaudy bouquet of red roses, probably ninety-nine of them. No need to guess who sent them. Three years ago, Ethan loved sending these. He always had his lackeys order them, too lazy to even write a card himself. Right after receiving the flowers, I got a text from an unknown number. “Got the flowers? Even though I don’t remember the past, Lucas said you like red roses. I’ve arranged a gathering at the club tonight. Come meet everyone.” I tossed my phone aside and pointed at the bouquet. “Throw it out.” The receptionist froze. “What? But that’s such a waste…” “If you like them, take them for a vase. Just don’t put them in my office-the smell is too strong.” With that, I walked straight into my office and opened my computer to handle emails. At nine that evening, I finished my meeting and rubbed my temples. My phone screen lit up with an incoming call from Adrian. “Come downstairs.” Just two simple words. I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. That familiar car was parked by the roadside, hazard lights flashing. I gathered my things, went downstairs, and got into the passenger seat. Adrian smoothly took my bag and placed it in the back seat. “Didn’t Ethan organize something at the club?” I asked casually. “Why didn’t you go?” Adrian started the car, a mocking smile playing at his lips. “Boring. I’d rather pick you up from work.” As soon as he finished speaking, the car display suddenly lit up showing an incoming call: “Ethan.” Adrian glanced at me, tapped answer on the screen, and put it on speaker. Ethan’s voice came through. “Adrian! Still not here? Been waiting forever!” Adrian steered one-handed, tone flat. “Got held up. I’ll come by later.” “What could be more important than hanging with the guys?” Ethan complained, then changed the subject. “Lina hasn’t shown up either. Can you get in touch with her? That woman is probably at home picking out an outfit, not answering her phone.” Adrian looked over at me, eyes playful. He said into the phone, “You sure she’ll come?” “Definitely.” Ethan sounded confident. “Once she gets that bouquet, she’ll have gotten over being mad. She always fell for this stuff before. I set up this gathering tonight specifically to announce we’re getting back together and give her some official status. That’s a pretty big olive branch, right?” Adrian took advantage of the red light, reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out an exquisite velvet box. He flipped it open with one hand and held it up to me. Inside lay a dazzling diamond necklace. His eyes signaled: Put it on. On the phone, Ethan continued rambling. “I’ll coax her back first, but I’ll still play however I want. As long as she behaves.” Ethan went on. “Actually, Lina’s pretty great. She loves me so much-if I sweet-talk her a bit, she’ll go back to revolving her whole world around me like before.” Ethan on the other end seemed to hear something and asked suspiciously, “Adrian, what’s that sound on your end? It sounds like there’s a woman?” Adrian looked at me and replied casually, “Nothing. Just the GPS voice.” I couldn’t help it-I opened my mouth and lightly bit his finger. Adrian’s eyes darkened. He immediately gripped the back of my head and kissed me. The call ended. The car fell silent. Then Adrian chuckled softly and restarted the engine. “You’re not going? Aren’t you afraid he’ll lose face in that circle?” “Face?” I looked at the night scenery flying past the window, tone flat. “Did he think about my face when he was faking his death and playing around?” Adrian said nothing, pressing hard on the accelerator as the car’s speed suddenly increased. He reached over to hold my hand, his fingertip gently caressing my palm. “True enough.” Then he added, “Someone who dares to sleep with me-you really don’t have anything you wouldn’t dare do.” My heart jumped. I turned to look at him. Adrian kept his eyes on the road, expression calm, as if that statement had just been casual observation.

Lina’s POV The next day at noon, my phone received multiple messages, all from Maya. Maya was my college roommate. Over these three years, we often went shopping and had afternoon tea together. “Where are you? You really didn’t go to Ethan’s thing last night? You’re so good at playing it cool!” “That Chloe spent all last night on Ins posting about the bags Ethan bought her, passive-aggressively saying out with the old, in with the new. I’m about to explode watching it!” “No way, I can’t swallow this! Tonight I’m calling Ethan out, and we’re going to put that girl in her place face to face!” I was in the middle of processing emails and the interruptions were giving me a headache. I replied casually: “Let them be.” Maya’s call immediately came through. “Lina! How can you just let them be?! The more you hide, the more smug that Chloe gets! She’s telling the whole world that you’re too scared of her to show your face!” “I already told everyone you’d definitely come tonight to tear that homewrecker apart. If you don’t show up, people will really think you’re afraid of that mistress!” “Just make an appearance and prove you don’t give a damn about that bastard!” I thought about it. She had a point. If I didn’t go, it would look like I still cared, still hiding from him. “Fine.” I agreed. “What time?” “Eight tonight! VIP room at Azure Bay Club!” … 8 PM, Azure Bay Club. I pushed open the door to the private room. The air inside was thick with smoke. Ethan sat in the center, surrounded by a circle of so-called friends, all watching the drama unfold, over a dozen men and women. The moment I stepped in, Maya sprang up and grabbed my arm, all warmth and enthusiasm. “Lina! You’re here! Come, sit with us, we’re right in the middle of a game!” She pressed me directly into the seat opposite Ethan. A huge spinning wheel sat on the table. “Truth or Dare. Everyone’s already played a round, we’ve just been waiting for you.” Maya poured me a drink and shot me a wink, lowering her voice. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it all set up. When it lands on Ethan, I’ll make him choose Dare and have him kiss you right in front of everyone. Let that Chloe see!” My brow furrowed slightly. Playing this kind of game in this setting-besides awkwardness, who would it actually upset? But before I could speak, Ethan had already opened his mouth lazily. “Since you’re here, follow the rules. Losers drink. If you’re too scared to play, get lost.” First round-the wheel stopped right in front of me. Maya immediately shouted, “Oh Lina! You’re so lucky! Truth or dare?” I looked at the eyes around me waiting for a show. “Truth.” Maya immediately threw out her question. “Lina, everyone knows you waited three years for Ethan. During those three years, did you ever have thoughts about any other man?” The whole room went quiet. Everyone stared at me. Ethan’s lighter paused. He looked up at me. His eyes held a casual certainty, as if the answer was already within his expectations. Who else could I possibly be interested in besides him? I picked up the drink in front of me and swirled it gently. Looking at Maya’s gossip-hungry eyes, I smiled. “Of course.” My tone was calm. Almost light. The room erupted.

Lina’s POV Ethan’s expression visibly darkened, a flash of shock and anger crossing his eyes. Maya hadn’t expected me to admit it so readily either. After a stunned moment, she excitedly pressed on. “Is it someone we know? Quick, tell us who!” I set down my glass, my gaze sweeping past Ethan before finally landing on Maya. Then I smiled. “Secret.” Ethan slammed his lighter down on the table. The glass surface let out a sharp crack. “Lina! You’ll make up anything just to piss me off?” His friends chimed in. “Yeah, Lina. Everyone knows you used to have eyes only for Ethan. Saying you’d be interested in other men-who’d believe that?” “Exactly! Who could compare to someone as high-quality as Ethan?” Everyone took turns with their teasing commentary, none of them believing I could be interested in any man besides Ethan. They all thought I was just throwing a tantrum. I silently sneered but offered no explanation. The Truth or Dare continued. The pointer spun and stopped in front of me again. Maya smiled. “Let’s do dare this time.” “Call the first male contact in your recent calls and tell him: I miss you, come pick me up.” People around started egging it on. “Everyone knows Lina’s contacts are just Ethan and delivery guys. This call’s probably going to some food delivery driver, right?” I took out my phone. First in my call history, labeled: Mr. B. As in, Adrian Blackwood. Ethan glanced at the screen and sneered. “Mr. B? Well, well. Lina’s learned to keep a backup, has she?” He jerked his chin. “Call him. Speaker.” I pressed dial and turned on speaker. The phone rang only once before being answered. A low, cool male voice came through. “Hello.” The room quieted slightly. I spoke into the phone, tone flat as I recited the script. “I miss you. Come pick me up.” “Address is Azure Bay.” Two seconds of silence on the other end. Then a short reply. “Okay.” Click. The call ended. The whole room went quiet for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter. “Lina, you found yourself a pretty good actor! Great teamwork!” Ethan laughed even harder, sprawled back on the sofa, dripping with contempt. “Lina, you’re really going out of your way to upset me. Is it fun, hiring some random guy to put on a show?” He tapped his watch. “If nobody shows up, you’re drinking everything on this table.” I ignored their mockery, picked up my bag and stood. “Then let’s go to the entrance and see.” The whole group followed in a mighty procession, waiting to watch me make a fool of myself. Ethan walked in front with his arm around Chloe, a confident smile on his face.

Lina’s POV Outside the club entrance, everyone’s attention was captured by a silver-gray supercar slowly approaching. The windows were tinted dark, impossible to see inside. The car came to a smooth stop at the entrance. The door automatically opened. I turned to look at the slack-jawed crowd, my gaze finally landing on Ethan’s rigid face. “The car’s here.” “Mr. Rivers, enjoy yourself.” With that, I walked straight over, bent down, and slid into the passenger seat. The door closed. The car let out a low rumble and sped away into the distance, leaving a group of people stunned behind us. “Oh my God! Is that a rental car?” “Rental? There are only a few of that model in the whole country! You couldn’t rent one even if you had money!” “Who is that guy? When did Lina get to know someone that powerful?” “The streetlight was too dim. Couldn’t see his face.” Ethan’s expression was dark enough to drip water. He stared at the direction where the taillights had disappeared, crushing the cigarette in his hand to shreds. Lucas beside him quickly tried to smooth things over. “Ethan, don’t take it seriously. She probably rented some old man’s car to save face! Lina really went all out to upset you!” Ethan’s expression relaxed. He threw away the ruined cigarette, lit a new one, and sneered. “To piss me off, she really will try anything.” He turned to look at his assistant. “Release the engagement announcement. Next Friday. Make it a big production.” Chloe looked up in delight. “Really, Ethan?” Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke casually. “Of course it’s real. Make a big splash-best if everyone knows about it.” … The car turned onto a quiet coastal road and came to a smooth stop at a scenic overlook by the roadside. Engine off. Adrian unbuckled his seatbelt, turned toward me, eyes unreadable in the darkness. “Using me?” His voice was low as his finger lifted a strand of my hair, winding it around his fingertip. “Just said you missed me in front of all those people. Pretty bold.” I didn’t dodge, meeting his gaze with a smile. “Didn’t you play along perfectly?” “And I won.” “Won?” Adrian scoffed, suddenly gripping the back of my head and kissing me. “That’s because Ethan’s an idiot.” “Using me as a weapon means you owe me payment.” This kiss was fierce and urgent, carrying punishing force. The temperature in the cramped car cabin rapidly climbed. Just then, the car display lit up. “Ethan.” Adrian’s movement paused. He glanced at the screen but showed no intention of stopping, casually pressing answer and putting it on speaker. Ethan’s voice came through, laced with mockery and disdain. “To piss me off, Lina really went all out-found herself some old man to upset me.” Adrian kept one hand on my waist, voice steady. “Is that so.” I bit my lip, my body tensing from his movements. Ethan sneered. “I knew she was putting on an act. Since she wants to play big, I’ll humor her.” “Next Friday I’m holding an engagement party. Send her the invitation. Her expression is going to be priceless.” Adrian’s fingers moved with deliberate cruelty. I shuddered, nearly crying out, and could only bite down on his shoulder. “Engagement party?” Adrian said flatly into the phone, “You sure about this?” “I’m sure.” Ethan’s tone was confident. “She likes to act all high and mighty, doesn’t she? When she finds out I’m marrying someone else, let’s see how she keeps up the act. I bet before that day even comes, she’ll be crying and begging me to cancel.” He paused, tone casual. “Oh, and you have to come. This is my first big event since coming back. I need you there for peace of mind.” Adrian kissed away the physiological tears at the corner of my eye, voice low. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be there.” “Such a spectacular show-how could I miss it?” “Great, then it’s settled.” Ethan hung up. The car interior fell back into dead silence, only the sound of our tangled breathing. Adrian released me, looking at my reddened eyes, his fingertip gently brushing my lips. “Did you hear?” “He said to make you come crying and begging him to cancel.” I steadied my breathing, a cold glint in my eyes. “Then let’s see who ends up crying.” Adrian laughed. He restarted the car. The engine roar echoed through the night. “Let’s go. Time to go back and finish paying the rest of that compensation you owe me.”

Lina’s POV The engagement party was set for Friday evening at the most luxurious seven-star hotel in the city. For days, the entire social circle had been buzzing about Young Master Rivers throwing money around for his engagement party, sending invitations throughout the entire social scene. Friday afternoon, I was reviewing documents at the company when Maya burst straight into my office. “Lina! How can you just sit there so calmly?!” She snatched the pen from my hand, stamping her feet anxiously. “Tonight’s the engagement party! You’re really not planning to go?” I leaned back in my chair, voice flat. “Go for what? To watch those two swear before God they’ll never part?” “To stop him, of course!” Maya looked completely exasperated. “You’re the fiancée! Who does that Chloe think she is? If you don’t go, you’re basically handing Ethan over to her! That little homewrecker will definitely be laughing at you behind your back!” “Tonight, you dress up gorgeous and just show up. The second you walk in, Ethan will dump her on the spot!” I looked at her anxious face and laughed on the inside. No one wanted me to go more than Maya did. After all, if I didn’t go, Ethan wouldn’t get his revenge, and that Chloe would truly rise to power. “Fine.” I closed my documents and stood. “Since you insist, let’s go take a look.” Maya breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll take you to get styled. Tonight we absolutely must outshine everyone!” At the hotel, Maya led me to a VIP lounge on the second floor. “Touch up your makeup first. I’ll go check things out up front and come right back for you.” I sat in the lounge for a while. Feeling stuffy, I got up to use the restroom. I had just reached the balcony at the end of the hallway when I heard a hushed voice inside. It was Maya. She seemed to be on a phone call, her tone unable to hide her smugness. “Don’t worry, I already brought her here. She’s sitting in the lounge like an idiot waiting.” The person on the other end said something, and Maya scoffed. “Object to the wedding? It’d be great if she actually did! You know Ethan’s temper. If Lina dares make a scene, Ethan will absolutely humiliate her publicly and make sure she can never show her face in this circle again!” Her tone turned vicious. “As for that Chloe, she’s just an idiot.” “Once Lina makes a scene, the engagement party definitely won’t happen. The position of Ethan’s wife, who else but me could take it?” “Okay, I’m not talking anymore. I need to keep an eye on things so nothing goes wrong.” I stood behind the curtain, listening to this calculated scheme, finding it utterly laughable. She wanted to eliminate me, crush Chloe, and reap all the benefits herself in the end. Maya hung up and turned to leave. After her footsteps faded, I unhurriedly emerged from behind the curtain and returned to the lounge. Not long after, Maya came back. Her face flushed with anxious excitement as she grabbed me. “Lina, let’s go! The ceremony’s about to start! That Chloe is up there right now, putting on a show. Let’s go give her a piece of our minds!” I looked at that fake face and smiled. “Sure.” Maya led the way, her steps light, almost hurried. I followed behind her, the corner of my mouth slowly curling up. The show was about to begin.

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Kai ran my Maybach over my legs and crushed my bones. He said I killed his first love, so I should taste what it feels like to have my bones shattered too. I’d supported him for ten years. Loved him for ten years. But he used my money to keep his woman, and in the end, he used my car to take my life. It hurt. So much. But I didn’t cry. I just thought: if there’s a next life, I’ll kill these two bastards first. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that hotel room. Kai stood there, disheveled, staring at me with disgust. “Lena, you actually drugged me?” Outside the door stood his “first love” Serena, holding hangover medicine. I smiled. I grabbed her, shoved her into the room, and locked the door. “True love, right? This gift is all yours.” Screams and gasps came from behind the door. I leaned against it, slowly smoothing down my skirt. The next morning, I brought thirty reporters to “catch them in the act.” Kai, in this life, I’ll make you live in hell. Every single day.

Lena POV When Kai ran the black Maybach I’d given him over my legs and crushed my bones, his expression was calm. Like he was disposing of a bag of trash. He even took the time to adjust his rearview mirror, just so he could watch my face twist in agony. “Lena, does it hurt?” “When Serena died, it hurt ten thousand times more than this.” His voice drifted through the car window, low and smooth, yet dripping with poison. “If you hadn’t drugged me and forced me, how could she have misunderstood and run out and gotten hit? You destroyed her. And you destroyed me.” “You should taste what it feels like to have your bones crushed. Inch by inch.” Reverse. Shift. Accelerate. He ran over me again. I heard my ribs cave in, like crushing an aluminum can. It really hurt. I’d supported him for ten years. Loved him for ten years. For him, I even pushed my father to hand the company over to him. And what did I get? He used the Lancaster family’s money to keep his first love. When his first love had an accident, he blamed all his hatred on me and wanted to use my life as an offering. In that moment, I didn’t cry. I only thought that if there was a next life, I would kill these two bastards first. Then came the excruciating pain. After it, a strange burning heat. I opened my eyes again. Before me wasn’t the blood-stained wheel, but the warm amber wall lights of a hotel room. Kai was pulling at his collar, his face flushed red, veins bulging at his temples, yet his eyes looked at me with utter disgust. “Lena… you actually drugged me?” “Get out!” “Don’t touch me! I feel sick just looking at you!” An extremely familiar opening. In my last life, seeing him uncomfortable broke my heart. I cried and explained it wasn’t me, then threw myself at him desperately to help him. It became evidence for his bone-deep hatred of me later. But now, watching Kai with that conflicted look-wanting it but pretending to be noble-I laughed. “Fine.” I agreed decisively and turned to leave. Kai froze. His labored breathing paused for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected me to leave so decisively. “You… where are you going? Lena, you dare to leave? I don’t want to see you, but if you leave, who’s responsible?!” He roared behind me, his logic chaotic and laughable. This was Kai. His arrogance made him think I would turn back like a dog, even after he told me to get out. I gripped the door handle, a cruel smile forming on my lips. “Kai, weren’t you the one who told me to get out? I’m fulfilling your noble intentions.” I opened the door. Outside stood someone. Serena. She wore a simple white silk dress, her long hair flowing, her expression cold, holding a bag of hangover medicine. She was the goddess of Kai’s heart. She always had that aloof look, but actually, whenever Kai had any problem, she ran faster than anyone. In my last life, it was at this moment that she rushed in and “discovered” our “betrayal,” then ran out crying to her death. This time, her timing was perfect. “Miss Lancaster.” Serena frowned slightly, a barely detectable contempt and scrutiny in her eyes. “Is Kai inside? I heard his voice.” “He is.” I stepped aside, revealing Kai inside who was roaring and hitting the wall. “He’s been given a strong drug. Right now he’s a powder keg ready to explode.” Serena startled, then a gleam flashed in her eyes. She thought I was showing weakness and immediately put on an act. “Miss Lancaster, since Kai doesn’t like you, you shouldn’t use these methods to entangle him. I’ll go check on him.” With that, she moved to go inside. “Wait.” I stopped her. Serena turned back, her face guarded. “What do you want?” “Nothing much.” I reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. Under her horrified gaze, I shoved her into the room. “Since you two are true love, here’s a little ‘gift.’” “Enjoy yourselves.” I slammed the door shut, locked it, and pulled out the keycard. Smooth. One fluid motion. Through the thick door, I heard Serena’s panicked scream. “Lena! Are you crazy! Kai… don’t come closer!” The screams quickly turned to whimpers, then faded into heavy breathing. I leaned against the door, slowly smoothing down my skirt. Kai. Serena. This time, I’ve welded the door shut. Let’s see how you use “missed chances” and “misunderstandings” to disgust me now.

Lena POV I didn’t leave. I checked into the room next door. And kindly arranged room service for them. To be delivered tomorrow morning. Sitting on the sofa, I called my father. “Lena?” My father’s voice sounded somewhat tired. “It’s so late. Did Kai make you angry again? I’ll have someone cancel his cards right now!” Hearing that long-missed voice, my eyes grew hot. In my last life, my father lowered himself so much for me, even begging Kai to treat me well. In the end, Kai orchestrated his death in a “construction accident,” and we never even found his remains. I took a deep breath. “Dad, I’ve figured it out.” “What?” “Kai isn’t suitable to be my husband, and he’s even less suitable to be the company’s successor.” I looked at the dark night outside the window, my tone calm. “I want to withdraw funding. Stop all of Kai’s projects. Also, compile evidence of his embezzlement. I need to use it.” Silence on the other end for a full ten seconds. Then came ecstatic joy. “Lena, are you serious? You’ve finally seen that bastard’s true face?!” “I have.” It was a lesson learned with my life. “Dad, this time I’ll handle it myself. Don’t interfere. Just watch.” After hanging up, I had the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ten years. The next morning. My alarm woke me. My arranged “audience” had arrived. I put on a bathrobe and opened the door. The hallway was packed with people. There was the hotel manager, several reporters who “just happened” to receive a tip, and even two of Kai’s business rivals. “Miss Lancaster, this… this is?” The manager wiped cold sweat. I pointed at the tightly shut door next door. “My fiancé drank too much last night. I heard Miss Serena went in to take care of him all night. A man and a woman alone-I’m not comfortable with it. I need everyone to witness this for me.” “Open the door.” The manager didn’t dare disobey and opened it with trembling hands. The door opened. An indescribable scent rushed out. On the bed, two bodies were tangled together, the blanket only half covering them. Kai hadn’t woken up, one arm possessively around the woman in his arms. And Serena, who usually looked at people down her nose, was now covered in bruises and marks, curled up in his arms like a broken rag doll, sleeping soundly. Camera flashes instantly blazed like daylight. The clicking shutters sounded like a funeral procession for this tragic couple. Kai was awakened by the bright light, frowning as he opened his eyes. When he saw the scene before him, saw me standing at the door and the excited cameras behind me, his pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints. “Lena?!” He sat up abruptly. With this movement, Serena in his arms was also startled awake. She opened her eyes groggily, letting out a sweet moan. “Kai…” The next second, she saw the crowd at the door. That cold, proud face instantly turned pale as paper. She screamed and grabbed the blanket to cover herself, trembling all over. “Get out! All of you get out! Don’t photograph me! I’m Serena! How dare you!” Wasn’t she the one who looked down on people who sold their bodies for fame and fortune? Right now, in this wretched state, she should really take a good look at herself. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling sarcastically. “Miss Serena, why are you screaming? Weren’t you the one crying and begging to go in and take care of him last night?” “Childhood sweethearts finally together. This is such a joyous occasion.” Kai stared at me with eyes that wanted to tear me to pieces. He quickly reacted, grabbed a pillow to cover Serena’s face, and growled through gritted teeth. “Lena! You did this on purpose! You’re taking revenge on me!” “Revenge?” I chuckled and walked in. “Kai, you were the one who told me to get out last night. You were the one who held her in bed. What, now that you’ve had your fun, you’re pulling up your pants and denying it?”

Lena POV “Lena!” Kai’s voice cracked as he shouted, cold sweat dripping down his forehead in beads. He knew better than anyone that once this footage got out, his carefully built image of the “devoted fiancé” and “business prodigy” would come crashing down. “Smash the cameras! Now!” He ordered the reporters. The reporters exchanged glances with each other. No one paid him any attention. Instead, they photographed even more enthusiastically. Someone even shoved their lens at Serena’s exposed shoulder, where there was an obvious bite mark. “You two were quite passionate last night.” I clapped my hands and turned to the people behind me. “Did you all get clear shots? I’ve even thought of the headline for you-‘Lancaster Heir Caught with Cold Beauty in Night Tryst, Heiress Betrayed.’” “This kind of explosive headline should dominate for three days, right?” “Lena! I’ll kill you!” Kai’s eyes turned bloodshot as he tried to rush off the bed and grab me. But as soon as he moved, he realized he wasn’t wearing clothes and awkwardly shrank back under the blanket. That look of fury yet helplessness was truly spectacular. I looked at him coldly, like looking at a dog. “Kill me? As if you’re worthy.” I pulled out a document from my bag and threw it in his face. The sharp A4 paper sliced across his nose bridge, leaving a red mark. “This is a termination letter. Kai, you’ve been fired from the company.” “And this is the marriage annulment statement.” “From today on, you’re no longer with the company. You’re just a faithless, worthless gigolo who climbed up by using a woman.” Kai froze. He stared at the document, his hands trembling. The only reason he could swagger around in business circles was because the Lancaster family backed him. Without the Lancaster family, he was just a pretty boy with no money. “You can’t do this…” His voice finally carried a trace of panic. “Lena, last night was an accident! I was controlled by drugs! I only have you in my heart! You know that. Serena and I only have sibling feelings!” “Siblings?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I pointed at Serena cowering in his arms. “What kind of siblings roll around in bed like this? What, were you two researching human anatomy?” Serena finally couldn’t take it anymore. She poked her head out, tears streaming down, putting on a victim’s act. “Miss Lancaster, do you have to be so harsh? Kai and I are pure soulmates. Last night… last night was to save him…” “Save him?” I interrupted her. “How? Using your body as the antidote? Miss Serena is truly kind.” Laughter erupted around us. Serena’s face turned the color of liver. Her usual cold-and-proud mask shattered completely. “Enough. Stop the act.” I didn’t want to look at these two dogs anymore. I turned to leave. “You have ten minutes to get dressed and get out. I’m checking out of this room. It’s filthy.” At the door, I stopped and delivered one more blow. “Oh, right, Kai. Remember to pay the room fee. Even though you live off me, you should at least have money for a hotel room, right? Don’t make your precious lover foot the bill.”

Lena POV The scandal hit trending searches at lightning speed. #MissLancasterDominantlyAnnulsEngagement #ColdBeautyPersonaCollapses #GigoloEatsHardSoftRice When Kai burst into my office, I was having the legal department audit his accounts. He didn’t knock. Just kicked the door open. His face was dark enough to drip water, his neck still bearing scratch marks, disgusting to look at. “Lena, take down the trending searches immediately!” He leaned on my desk, his eyes blazing with fury. “Have you made enough of a scene? Is this what you wanted to see? How does ruining me benefit you?” I sipped my coffee without even lifting an eyelid. “Benefits?” I put down my cup and looked up at him. “The benefit is feeling cheerful and having a great appetite.” “You!” Kai choked with anger. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fury and put on a look of deep affection. “Lena, I know you’re angry. But I did this for the company. That project is at a critical stage. If my reputation is ruined now, the company’s stock price will drop too.” “For my sake, can you just endure it? Once this blows over, I’ll definitely make it up to you.” Even now, he still thought I was that fool who obeyed his every word. He still thought that with just a crook of his finger, I would forgive him for everything. “Endure it?” I laughed so hard tears almost came out. “Kai, do you think you’re the only man in the world?” I stood up, walked around the desk, and approached him. Without warning, I slapped him hard across the face. Kai’s head snapped to the side. He stared at me in disbelief. “This one’s for your shamelessness.” I backhanded him again. “And this one’s for treating people like fools.” Kai covered his face, his eyes instantly turning vicious. “Lena! You dare hit me?!” He raised his hand to strike back. “You can try.” I looked at him coldly. “This is Lancaster Corporation, not your slum. If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I’ll make sure you come in standing and leave horizontal.” At the door, four security guards walked in expressionlessly. Kai’s hand froze mid-air, finally lowering it with hatred. He was an extremely sensible person. Or rather, extremely cowardly. “Fine. Very well.” He ground his teeth. “Lena, don’t regret this. Without me, that core project won’t move forward at all! The entire technical team are my people. By driving me away, you’re cutting off your own arm!” “You want to take the team?” I raised an eyebrow, not only unworried but actually wanting to laugh. “Then take them. A bunch of useless people-keeping them is just a waste of food.” Kai’s expression changed. “What did you say? That’s an industry-leading team!” “Leading?” I threw a stack of documents from my drawer. “You mean this group of ‘elite talent’ who take the company’s high salaries while secretly helping you sell core code to competing companies?” The documents contained evidence of his and the team’s private transactions. Kai’s pupils dilated violently. He panicked. “You… how do you have these…” “If you don’t want people to know, don’t do it.” I sat back in my chair and looked at him. “Kai, you really think you’re so clever? In my eyes, your little tricks are as clumsy as a clown’s.”

Lena POV Kai was dragged out by security like a dead dog. But people like him can’t be killed off completely. That afternoon, Serena came. She wore a black dress, no makeup, her face pale. She looked like a little white flower swaying in wind and rain, her fragility maxed out. But as soon as she opened her mouth, that nauseating arrogant air spilled out. “Lena, we need to talk.” She sat across from me, spine straight, as if she were the victor. “I know you hate me. I admit that what happened last night was my fault. But I love Kai, and Kai loves me. Love doesn’t follow first-come-first-served rules.” “If you want money, I can pay you back. But I hope you won’t use those dirty methods to destroy Kai’s future.” She pulled out a bank card from her bag and placed it on the table. “There’s five hundred thousand dollars here. I saved it by selling paintings. I’ll slowly pay back the rest.” Five hundred thousand dollars. To repay fifteen million dollars in debt. And she was putting on this “I’ve done my best, don’t be ungrateful” attitude. She made me laugh with anger. “Serena, do you think the whole world is your mother and has to indulge you?” I picked up the card, held it between two fingers, and bent it lightly. Snap. The card broke. “Your paintings? The ones that hung in galleries for three years with no buyers, don’t you know who bought them at high prices?” I leaned forward, staring into her eyes. “It was Kai. Using my money to buy your garbage, then praising you as a genius.” “Your so-called nobility, your so-called talent, all of it was built with my family’s money!” Serena’s face flushed bright red, like she’d been slapped hard. “You’re lying! My talent doesn’t need anyone’s validation!” She shot up, her voice shrill. “Someone like you, who only knows money, what do you know about art? You’re just jealous of me!” “Jealous of you?” I turned on the projector. Photos and receipts jumped onto the screen. All evidence of Kai’s embezzlement. Every transaction clearly pointed to Serena’s account, or became the designer brands she wore, the paintbrushes in her hands, even the luxury apartment she lived in. “Jealous that you spend a man’s money while pretending to be noble? Jealous that you’re a mistress while pretending to be innocent?” “Serena, to fill these holes, Kai has already sold company secrets to competitors. This is serious commercial crime.” “And you, as the main beneficiary of the stolen money, you can’t escape either.” Hearing the word “crime,” Serena finally panicked. Her facade of cool elegance instantly collapsed. “No… impossible… Kai wouldn’t do that…” “Whether he would or not, you’ll find out soon enough.” I pressed the intercom. “Let the officers from the Economic Investigation Division come in.” The office door opened, and two uniformed police officers walked in. “Miss Serena? You’re involved in a case of large-scale embezzlement and money laundering. Please come with us.” Serena was so scared her legs went weak. She clutched the table corner, refusing to leave. “No! I didn’t! That was Kai’s gift to me! I didn’t know it was embezzled funds! I’m innocent!” She looked at me, fear and pleading finally in her eyes. “Lena! Lena, help me! I was deceived! Kai deceived me! I’m a victim!” Look, this is true love. When disaster struck, she sold out Kai without hesitation. I smiled at her, my eyes ice cold. “Miss Serena, save that energy to explain to the judge. See if your nobility can be used as a bargaining chip for a reduced sentence.” Watching Serena being led away, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Kai, who was still running around trying to bail her out. “Your goddess says she’s a victim and was forced by you. Kai, good luck.” After sending it, I blocked the number.

Lena POV My assistant told me that when Kai saw that message, he was on the elevated highway to the airport. His hand shook like he had Parkinson’s. His phone dropped onto the floor mat. “Stop the car! Turn around! I need to go back!” He grabbed the driver’s steering wheel like a madman. “That bitch dares to betray me! I’m going to kill her!” The driver slammed the brakes in fright. The car left a screeching brake mark in the middle of the road. “Mr. Walsh, calm down! There are police cars behind us. Turning around now is walking into a trap!” “I don’t believe it! Serena wouldn’t do this to me! That crazy woman Lena must be bluffing me!” Kai’s eyes were bloodshot. He was about to make more trouble when several police cars with flashing lights roared up and surrounded the Maybach front and back. “Kai Walsh, get out of the car!” A stern warning came through the loudspeaker. Kai froze. Through the car window, he looked at those fully armed special police officers and finally realized his dream of wealth had shattered. As he was pressed against the scorching hot hood and handcuffed, he was still roaring. “I was framed! I want to see Lena! I’m a hero to the company-she can’t treat me like this!” The police officer coldly tightened the handcuffs. “Save it for the judge.” At the same time, in the interrogation room. Serena was curled up in her chair, crying her eyes out. “I really didn’t know anything… Kai said it was money he earned, that it was allowance he gave me… I just paint, I don’t understand business matters…” “He said he loved me and wanted to give me the best life. How was I supposed to know it was stolen money?” She had completely cleared herself. That cold, proud woman didn’t just lose her backbone. She lost all shame too. As long as she could avoid prison, she wouldn’t just sell out Kai. She’d call him her grandson if she had to. I sat in the monitoring room, watching the scene on the screen. I didn’t feel satisfied. I felt pathetic. This was the woman Kai treasured like a gem. This was the “true love” for whom he was willing to kill my entire family. What cheap love. I sneered. I still had one more gift for this cheap pair of bastards.

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On our wedding day, my fiancé Alexander ran off to attend my adopted sister Rosalind’s graduation ceremony. Then he took Rosalind on a trip around the world. What I didn’t expect was that three months later, he sent someone back with a baby, and commanded me over the phone: “The kid is getting in the way of my trip with Rosalind. You’re not doing anything at home anyway, so take good care of him for us. When I get back to Frostmoon Pack, I’ll marry you.” I stared silently at the baby that had already died, and before I could say anything, he hung up. Three years later, his world tour with Rosalind finally ended. Skinny and tanned, Alexander stood at my parents’ doorstep wearing sunglasses, dragging a pile of luggage. He looked haggard, nothing like the handsome man he used to be. He walked up to me and said arrogantly: “Don’t worry, you’re still my mate. Rosalind is generous—she’s willing to be the mistress. But she gave birth to my child, so I have to give her a wedding. I can’t let her suffer anymore. After I hold the ceremony with her, I’ll mark you.” When he tried to hug me, I quickly dodged. What he didn’t know was that three years ago, I had already married his uncle, Alpha Noah.

Alexander froze for a moment, then seemed to figure something out. “I know. You’ve been waiting for me this long—it’s only natural you’d be upset.” I finally steadied myself and looked at him coldly. “Alexander, we broke up a long time ago. What makes you think I’d let you mark me?” He paused, then laughed helplessly. “Come on, Aurora. I know you’re resentful. But the whole Pack knows you’re my fated mate. Who else would want you?” Looking at the certainty in his eyes, I felt it was absurd. On my eighteenth birthday, I discovered that Alexander was my mate. Alexander was the Beta of our pack. His golden hair gleaming on the football field and his athletic build made him the prince charming of many girls’ dreams. I had been infatuated with him too. Our relationship went smoothly, but the day before our wedding, he suddenly disappeared, leaving me only a note. “Rosalind has never traveled anywhere. Now that she’s graduated, I’m taking her on a graduation trip.” I just never expected his trip would last three years. And a year later, he even sent back his child with Rosalind. That’s when I found out he had been cheating with Rosalind all along—she was already pregnant before my wedding. Thinking of this, my anger burned even fiercer. Just as I was about to punch him in his hypocritical face, my son Ryan’s cries came from the distance. “Mommy! Mommy, save me!” Rosalind was twisting Ryan’s ear, lifting his entire body off the ground. The little boy’s face was flushed red from the blood rushing to it. Seeing this, my mind exploded. “Stop it! Rosalind! What the fuck are you doing?!” I rushed over and slapped Rosalind to the ground, then pulled Ryan into my arms. Rosalind threw herself into Alexander’s arms as he hurried over, covering her face and sobbing. “Alexander, I just wanted to see the child, but he doesn’t recognize me as his mom at all. He was punching and kicking me.” “I was just disciplining my own child, but Aurora hit me?” I looked at the obvious bruises on Ryan’s body and angrily cut Rosalind off. “Shut up! Ryan is MY child. He has nothing to do with you, you fucking bitch!” “Enough!” Alexander stared at me in shock. “Aurora, when did you become so vicious? Don’t forget—Rosalind is the child’s biological mother! You only raised him for three years, and now you want to claim him as your own?” I laughed in disbelief and emphasized again. “Ryan has nothing to do with this woman.” Rosalind used to be just an ordinary omega in the pack. When her parents died, they left behind a huge debt. The creditors were going to sell her to a brothel to become a pack whore. But I pitied her, so I had my father adopt her. Not only did we pay off her debts, but we also gave her the best education. I never expected she would seduce my mate behind my back. At that moment, Rosalind dropped to her knees. “It’s all my fault. I deserve to die. But the child is innocent. Aurora, please give the child back to me?” As she spoke, she began slapping herself across the face. I watched her coldly. “If you want to act crazy, get out. Don’t dirty my place.” Alexander glared at me furiously, kicked me hard in the knee, and snatched Ryan from my arms. Rosalind immediately clutched the child tightly. “Baby, it’s all my fault. I haven’t been by your side all these years, that’s why you’re so distant with me. Now I’m back. I’ll never leave you again.” She wailed hysterically. And Ryan—the pup who, just like his father, hated strong perfume—instantly cried even harder. “Let me go, you bad woman! I want Mommy!”

Hearing my child’s hoarse cries, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives. Just as I was about to grab him back, Rosalind suddenly broke down crying: “Aurora, I know you hate me, but the child is innocent. How could you abuse him?” Rosalind pushed up Ryan’s sleeve to reveal his arm. “His arm is so thin. Obviously you haven’t been feeding him properly.” Hearing this, Alexander quickly looked over. When he saw how thin and small the child was, rage instantly ignited in his eyes. “Aurora! Is this how you’ve been raising the child all these years?” “Your family is so wealthy, yet you raised a three-year-old to look like this! That weak little cry—how could he possibly be Alexander’s son!” Alexander was physically imposing, the strongest warrior in the pack. He couldn’t believe his three-year-old son was as weak and thin as a kitten. The veins on my forehead throbbed. I was so furious I was about to explode. This idiot! Back then, when rogues attacked the pack, I went into premature labor from the shock. Ryan was small when he was born. And my son was only TWO years old, not three like he thought! Ryan’s current height and weight were completely normal and healthy. Back then, just because those rogues frightened me, Alexander’s uncle—Alpha Noah—ripped out all their hearts to vent his rage. If Noah found out his son had been treated like this, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen to Alexander. I couldn’t take it anymore and ordered the bodyguards Noah had assigned to me: “Why haven’t you thrown them out yet!” Alexander’s eyes widened in disbelief. He kicked away the approaching bodyguard. “Aurora, have you lost your mind? I’m your mate!” I stared at him coldly. I had only brought three bodyguards, but they trained with Noah every day. In an instant, they were grappling with Alexander. Rosalind held the child tightly, hearing him call for me, calling “Mommy” nonstop. A flash of jealousy crossed her eyes. She suddenly clamped her hand over Ryan’s nose and mouth: “Shut up! I’m your mother!” As she pressed harder, Ryan’s cries went from loud to broken whimpers. My heart clenched. While the bodyguards restrained Rosalind, I kicked her hard to the ground. “What did you do to Ryan?!” Seeing my child’s face turning deep red, I wanted to kill Rosalind. Ryan’s suffocation symptoms were getting worse. Frantic, I remembered the Heimlich maneuver I’d seen online. I quickly turned the child upside down and patted his back with both hands. But this action made Rosalind completely lose it. She screamed, her eyes nearly bursting from their sockets: “Stop! You crazy woman, are you trying to kill the child?!” Alexander was also shocked when he heard this. Just then, the object lodged in Ryan’s throat was finally expelled. A piece of candy the size of a rock rolled onto the ground. Seeing this, guilt flashed through Rosalind’s eyes. Even though Ryan had spit out the object, his lips were still purple. The suffocation had triggered his heart condition. I couldn’t be bothered with them. I immediately ordered the bodyguards to throw both of them out. Alexander scolded: “Aurora, what the hell is wrong with you! With this unreasonable attitude, how can you ever be a proper wife to me?” I walked away with Ryan in my arms without looking back. “No one wants to marry you!” Alexander scoffed, as if he’d heard the most ridiculous joke. “Not marry me? The whole pack knows you’re my fated mate. Besides me, what other man would want you?” I had no mood to deal with him. I told the bodyguards to drive. “Drive fast. Home!”

On the way home, I held Ryan, who was unconscious, and my heart was filled with guilt. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. If I had known I would run into this kind of trouble today, I never would have left the Alpha’s estate. “Mrs. Aurora!” As soon as we reached the front door, Noah’s personal assistant rushed out to greet me. When he saw Ryan unconscious in my arms, his face turned pale instantly. “Alpha Noah is still in a meeting. I’ll notify him immediately!” I ordered someone to fetch the pack’s doctor right away. However, before I could get back to my room, I encountered two familiar figures. Alexander had brought Rosalind into the house. I didn’t want to deal with them, but Alexander grabbed my arm hard. His face was full of smugness: “You said you didn’t want to marry me, but the moment you heard I was coming to see my uncle, you followed right over, didn’t you?” Hearing this, Rosalind’s expression darkened: “Aurora, you took my child—fine. But now you’re bringing the child here to cause trouble. Are you trying to go complain to Alpha Noah?” Alexander’s face fell, and his grip tightened until it felt like he would crush my bones. “So that’s what you’re planning! If you keep making a scene, I’ll mark Rosalind instead of you!” At that moment, Ryan let out two dry coughs. My heart lurched. My eyes red with panic, I shook off his hand violently: “Get away from me! Ryan is Alpha Noah’s child. If anything happens to him, Alpha Noah won’t let you off!” “Shut up!” Alexander covered my mouth in terror. “Are you insane?! Every werewolf knows the only person my uncle loves is his mate, the Luna of Frostmoon Pack. You dare say such things here—do you have a death wish?! If this continues, not only will you die, but you’ll drag us down with you!” Being smothered, I bit down hard on Alexander’s hand. He cried out in pain and let go, but then roughly snatched Ryan away. “Aurora, I thought you were smart and sensible, which is why I entrusted the child to you. I never imagined you’d become this deranged! From now on, the child can’t stay with you. Rosalind must raise him herself. Since you can’t take care of him, his biological mother should!” Rosalind awkwardly took the child into her arms. But the next moment, she let out a painful scream. Even though Ryan was half-conscious, he knew clearly this wasn’t his real mother. He opened his mouth and bit down hard on Rosalind’s neck: “Bad woman! Don’t hurt my mommy!” Back then, I nearly died during childbirth and almost never got to see Ryan. From that moment on, Noah always told Ryan: “No matter what, you must love your mommy! When you grow up, you must protect her!” Watching little Ryan protect me like this, my tears burst forth. But before I could grab him back, searing pain shot through my face. Unable to hold back any longer, Alexander slapped me hard across the face. “Aurora! What have you turned my son into?!”

He flew into a rage and yanked Ryan away. Face full of anger, he grabbed Ryan’s thin little wrist: “Idiot! Rosalind is your biological mother! Call her Mom right now!” Ryan cried out in pain and struggled desperately to break free: “No! She’s not my mommy!” “Mommy, save me!” Alexander couldn’t take it anymore. He kicked Ryan hard in the knee and forced him down in front of Rosalind. “I should have kept you with me all along. Aurora raised you to be completely ill-mannered!” “If you don’t apologize to your mother today, I won’t acknowledge you as my son anymore!” Ryan’s knees slammed hard against the floor, and all the fight drained out of him. His face grew even paler, his lips purple. I screamed frantically: “Alexander! Can’t you see the child is sick?!” But Alexander only glanced over carelessly. Seeing the teeth marks and blood on Rosalind’s neck, the coldness in his eyes deepened: “This child has been spoiled rotten by you. He does something wrong and then pretends to be sick to get sympathy. Being this weak and useless—how is he fit to be my son!” As he spoke, he pressed his hand on Ryan’s head and made him kowtow several times in front of Rosalind. “Got to teach them while they’re young. If I don’t discipline you harshly today, you’ll cause even bigger problems later!” The sound of his head hitting the floor and Ryan’s pained cries stabbed into my heart like knives. Seeing Ryan barely breathing now. Agonizing pain tore through my chest. I was on the verge of breaking down. Just then, the maid who had gone to fetch the doctor returned. I immediately told them to save Ryan. “Hurry, someone grab these two!” They rushed forward, but Alexander snorted coldly and knocked them down with just a few moves. “Open your damn eyes and see clearly—I’m Alexander! My uncle is the Alpha of this pack! Who does Aurora think she is that you’d help her!” “Today I’ll teach you all a lesson about who you should be listening to in this pack!” Alexander struck viciously. Before long, the maids were screaming in agony. My eyes were bloodshot. I was so angry I was about to lose my mind: “Noah won’t let you get away with this! You hurt his son like this—he will make you pay!” “Aurora!” Alexander roared. He reached up and grabbed my jaw hard, then with one sharp twist, dislocated it. “You still dare to run your mouth. You haven’t learned your lesson at all!” “The child turning out like this is entirely your fault—your parenting is the problem!” “I came to find my uncle to ask him to officiate our wedding, but you’ve gone so crazy you’re no longer fit to be my wife. I think you can only be a mistress now. You need to learn some proper manners first!” The sharp pain spread from my jaw throughout my entire body. My vision blurred. Tears poured down uncontrollably. Looking at Ryan’s swollen forehead, his eyes closed, I was on the verge of collapse. Just as I was about to fight Alexander to the death, scattered footsteps suddenly came from the distance. Someone shouted: “Alpha Noah is coming!”

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After getting laid off, I returned home to my hometown in defeat. Suddenly, I heard a strange voice in my mind. “Poor human. He was the first to rush into the fire and saved so many people, but he died the most horrible death. It’s been seven years now, and his body is still buried under this pile of rubble.” I looked up in shock to see an old crow perched on the ruins next to a building, shaking its little head back and forth. “That’s right, that’s right!” A calico cat was pawing through the rubble looking for mice. “Because they never found his body, people thought he got scared and ran away from the fire. They’ve been cursing him as a coward, even throwing feces at his family’s house. Good people really don’t get good endings.” My whole body froze. I quickly dialed 91″Hello, police? I need to bring a hero home!” 1. The officer responded quickly: “Are you reporting a missing elderly person?” “No, not a missing person—a firefighting hero!” I said urgently. “Seven years ago, during the South District explosion and fire, a firefighter died while rescuing people, but his remains are still buried under the rubble right now.” The officer’s tone became serious: “You discovered his remains?” “No, but I have eyewitnesses. The crow and the cat are animals that frequent the ruins, and they say the hero is still trapped underneath.” After a moment of silence, I could almost imagine his expression. “Ma’am, how long has it been since you were released from the psychiatric hospital?” “You have to believe me, I’m not sick!” I frantically explained with both hands and feet. “I’m a survivor of the South District fire. After surviving, I gained the ability to understand what animals are thinking. It’s just that my house burned down and I’ve been away at school all these years. I only came home today.” “The crow and the cat told me that the hero who died has been cursed all along, and people even threw feces at his family’s house. I strongly suspect he might be Captain Lee, the ‘deserter’ who shocked the whole nation back then.” “It’s highly possible that he didn’t flee in cowardice but actually died on the front lines, which is why he was misunderstood. Please send someone to investigate, clear the hero’s name, and bring him home.” The officer probably thought I was mentally unstable and hung up directly. I didn’t know if he would take me seriously. The fire that year was very serious, with 231 casualties, including 36 firefighters. Most of the deaths were supposedly caused by Captain Lee fleeing in cowardice. The whole country knew that Captain Lee was the only firefighter who became a deserter. Everyone despised and hated him, considering him a disgrace! I used to think the same way. After all, the bodies of all the firefighters who died were found—only his body was never recovered. He must have run away. But now, I clenched my fists, grabbed my grandfather’s hoe, and returned to the ruins. In the moonlight, the old crow watched me: “Is this human going to dig through the ruins? What does she want to do?” “I want to bring the hero home,” I raised the hoe and began digging. “Help me!” Surprisingly, it actually understood my intention. It called its friends, and soon a group of small animals gathered. The calico cat used its paws to move broken bricks aside. “The human wants to help the poor human go home! Everyone come help!” A stray dog dug with its front legs: “Woof woof! For the hero! Dig dig dig!” Several sparrows carried away small stones: “Be gentle! Don’t wake the hero from his sleep~” Even the usually aloof crow joined in, using its beak to peck at loose rubble. At three in the morning, the shovel clanged against something hard. I knelt down, shining my flashlight into the shallow pit—inside was a charred leg bone. “We found it!” The crow flapped its wings. “It’s the hero’s bones!” I immediately called the police again. Soon, the ruins were completely sealed off with police tape. When the complete charred skeleton was carefully extracted, everyone was shocked— The adult skeleton was curled up, and tightly protected in its embrace was the skeleton of an infant. “An adult male, and the little girl in his arms—both died of asphyxiation.” A cold female voice suddenly spoke, filled with regret and admiration. “The deceased must have tried to use his own body to protect the child, hoping to give her a chance to survive. He just didn’t expect… the child might have died even before him.” A female forensic examiner in a white coat was crouching by the pit taking notes, her eyes frighteningly calm. Just then, I heard the voice of the calico cat at my feet. “Oh, how pitiful. Her own husband is right in front of her, but this human can’t even recognize him.” My heart skipped a beat, and I blurted out. “This adult man is your husband!”

Dr. Hannah Sullivan, the forensic examiner, jerked her head up, her gaze cutting through me like a knife: “What did you say?” “These remains belong to Captain Lee,” I repeated with difficulty. “You and Captain Lee are married, right?” Hannah pulled down her mask, revealing a pale face, her lips twisting into a sarcastic arc. “Are you mocking me? The whole city knows my ex-husband was Liam Reed, but he was a deserter.” “Ma’am, he wasn’t a deserter—he was a hero!” I urgently pointed at the animals around us. “They all saw it. If you just compare Captain Lee’s DNA, you’ll definitely be able to—” Before I could finish, Hannah cut me off sharply. “Enough! Liam left his post without authorization before the second explosion, causing the water pressure to fail and triggering a bigger fire that killed 36 firefighters!” “That’s 36 lives, 36 broken families. He was too cowardly to take responsibility and fled abroad. How could such a coward possibly save people!” Her eyes were full of disappointment and sarcasm. “Most importantly, there was an eyewitness to the fire who saw him run away with their own eyes.” “If Liam dares to show his face, he won’t die by my hand, but someone will definitely tear him apart!” Hearing this, I stood frozen in place like I’d been struck by lightning. There was actually an eyewitness to the fire who saw Captain Lee flee. Could the information the animals conveyed have been wrong? The body was taken back to the police station, and I had no authority to inquire further. But I was worried that the deceased really was Captain Lee. For several days, I visited old residents near the ruins and animal witnesses. The old residents hated Captain Lee to the bone, so I didn’t dare to push them. But from the animal witnesses, I pieced together a rough version of the truth. This made me even more sad and distressed. That afternoon, I found the hero’s daughter, Lily Reed, at the gate of East Elementary School. I wanted to bring the child to do a DNA match with the deceased. Lily was holding hands with a man wearing glasses, smiling sweetly. The guard dog at the school gate complained in a low voice. “Glasses Man is the worst! Last time I was sleeping and he kicked me hard! All our friends around here have been bullied by him!” “Liam was so good. He’d pat our heads and give us food and water. We all liked him. Too bad we’ll never see him again.” I frowned and walked forward, looking at the young girl. “You’re Lily, right? I’m your father’s friend.” The girl looked at me timidly, and Kevin Harrison immediately pulled her protectively behind him. “I know all of Liam’s friends. Who are you?” I stared into his eyes. “Someone I met on the day of the fire seven years ago. A few days ago, we dug up unidentified remains from under the fire ruins. Do you know about this?” “He’s a deserter, so you must be the same kind of trash if you met him that day! Get away from us!” Kevin’s face suddenly darkened, and he pulled Lily away quickly. I didn’t chase them. Instead, the next day, with the help of the guard dog, I snuck into the school. By the playground, Lily sat alone on a swing. She hung her head. “My dad is a deserter. That’s what all my classmates say. They all hate me and won’t play with me.” I crouched down, looking directly into her eyes. “Lily, do you believe I can understand what small animals say?” “The swallows under the eaves remember that your dad left water for them on the windowsill every spring. The stray cats on the street corner remember that he always kept cat food in his pockets. Even the guard dog next to the fire station says Captain Lee was the bravest person it ever met.” The little girl’s eyes slowly brightened. “All the animals say your dad wasn’t a deserter, but a real hero. To rescue the children in the nursery, he rushed into the terrible fire without hesitation. It’s just that… he didn’t make it out in the end.” “I knew Daddy wasn’t bad!” The little girl looked up with teary eyes and grabbed my sleeve. “When Daddy came home before, he’d always pat my head and say, ‘Don’t worry, Daddy’s a fire captain. The fire will go around me.’” “He saved so many, so many people. He never ran away. He couldn’t be a deserter. But nobody believes me…”

Those words were like a key, suddenly unlocking my sealed memories. Seven years ago, I was trapped at home. The fire was too fierce to escape. When I thought I was going to die, an orange figure broke through the wall of flames, and powerful arms lifted me up. “Don’t be scared, little girl!” A steady voice came from behind the face mask. When he handed my dying body to the team members waiting outside, I desperately clutched his sleeve, which was blistered from the fire. “Sir, it’s too dangerous inside. Please don’t go back in.” He patted my head. “Don’t worry. I’m the fire captain. The fire will go around me.” So the person who saved me was Captain Lee. I crouched down, trembling all over, and hugged this child who had lost her father seven years ago, choking up. “I promise you, I’ll make sure your dad comes home with dignity, and let everyone know—he was a real hero!” Just then, sparrows perched on the swing frame chirped away. “I remember now! Captain Lee was already safe that day, but he rushed back in when he heard crying from the nursery!” The old crow on the wall flapped its wings. “That’s right! Before the second explosion, Captain Lee even pushed Glasses Man out the window!” I jerked my head up: “The man with glasses?” The calico cat emerged from the bushes, gracefully swishing its tail. “That’s the uncle who picked her up from school yesterday. He looked so pathetic then—his pants were torn by an iron hook. The hero even tied his own safety rope to him and rescued him.” In other words, he owed his life to Captain Lee, and clearly knew Captain Lee was still rescuing people before he died, yet he called Captain Lee a deserter. I was so angry my teeth itched. I got a hair sample from the little girl and was about to take it to the hospital myself for DNA comparison when the officer who took my first call found me instead. He hadn’t believed there were remains under the ruins before, but now that they’d been dug up, he looked at me with new respect. “Although the claim about understanding animal voices is too absurd to believe, it’s possible the remains belong to Captain Lee. I’ll apply with the captain in charge of the skeletal case to match the DNA. At the earliest, we should have results tomorrow.” The next day, before the results came in, news arrived that Kevin was proposing to the forensic examiner. Sparrows hopped around on the windowsill. “The hero is so pitiful. He’s been dead for so many years, and no one believed he was good. Now his wife is being deceived by a bad man. She’s getting all dressed up to meet him…” Kevin was proposing to the hero’s wife on the very day of the hero’s death anniversary? How shameless! My expression changed, and I immediately logged into a livestream platform and created a room. After thinking for a moment about the stream title, I solemnly typed: “【Finding the Lost Truth】—The Fire Captain Who Disappeared Seven Years Ago Was Not a Deserter, But a Hero!” I pointed the camera at myself with the familiar ruins in the background. Taking a deep breath, I began my story. “Everyone, friends, seven years ago there was a fire captain named Liam who was labeled a ‘deserter’ who caused many deaths. Everyone wanted him punished.” “But recently, guided by animals, his remains were found in the ruins in a protective posture over a child.” “The facts prove he wasn’t a deserter, but a hero who died seven years ago!” “Today, I’m going to show you the truth that’s been buried for seven years!” The stream had just started with few viewers, and occasional mocking comments floated by: “Nice script, streamer,” “Guided by animals? Escaped from a mental hospital?” I ignored them and said to the camera: “Now, my guide is here.”

As soon as I spoke, the old crow landed precisely in frame and flew off in a certain direction. “Humans, look over here! Follow me, I’ll take you to expose the villain’s true face!” 【Wow! This crow is possessed?】 【It’s staged, right?】 【But it really seems to be leading the way!】 People in the stream began discussing. I followed the crow to the hotel where he was proposing. Along the way, I kept relaying the “testimony” I heard from various animals in the livestream. The swallows under the eaves chirped away. “The smoke was so thick that day! The hero pushed Glasses Man out the window, but he couldn’t get out himself!” A stray dog barked to add: “After the hero left, the bad Glasses Man wasn’t grateful. He kept saying the hero ran away. He’s so bad, we should punish him~” Through my narration, the livestream quickly gained popularity, and comments began discussing details from seven years ago. Some began to doubt, others expressed shock. Just then, my phone suddenly rang. I answered, and a male voice threatened in a low tone. “Shut down the livestream immediately and stop your foolish behavior! Otherwise, watch out for you and your family!” I put it on speakerphone directly, exposing his voice, and responded calmly. “I’m just an unemployed person trying to bring a hero home. You’re threatening me—are you going to take away my unemployment benefits or smash my used smartphone?” “A real hero has been buried in ruins for seven years, bearing false accusations. If I’m afraid of your threats, how can I face Captain Lee who rescued me?” 【The streamer’s got guts!】 【I feel like the streamer is telling the truth! Support the streamer investigating to the end!】 This defiant attitude actually won more support. However, within a few minutes, my livestream signal began fluctuating violently, the screen froze, and then went completely black—the signal was forcibly cut. My account was even banned. “The bad guy is doing bad things!” the crow called out anxiously. My heart sank. “Human, take this!” Suddenly a little mouse dropped something and pushed it with its tiny paws. “We found this in the little hole at the very bottom of the ruins. It’s hard and not tasty, but it has the tall human’s scent!” It was a burned, warped wallet fragment with curled edges, almost carbonized. I carefully opened it. Inside the plastic layers stuck together was a severely damaged ID card with blurred text! Although the photo and most of the information were burned, Liam’s name and the faintly visible ID number at the end were like a spark in the darkness, instantly igniting my hope! “It’s the hero’s identification!” My voice trembled with excitement as I carefully stored this crucial evidence. “Let’s go to the venue!” At the banquet hall entrance, security tried to stop me. The crow suddenly let out a loud call, and several stray dogs cooperatively barked “woof woof.” A group of animals cleared the way for me. While the security was shocked, I pushed open the ajar door and burst in. At that moment, Kevin was holding a diamond ring, kneeling on one knee before Hannah Sullivan, looking deeply affectionate. “Hannah, let me take care of you and Lily…” “Dr. Sullivan! You can’t accept him!” I held up the damaged wallet, interrupting his proposal. “This was found by mice in the deepest part of the ruins, near Captain Lee’s remains! It’s a fragment of his ID!” “Your husband was never a deserter! He was a hero! Kevin, who said he was a deserter, has been lying all along!” As my words fell, the whole venue was shocked, everyone looking at me in disbelief. Hannah looked at what I was holding, her face turning deathly pale. “What?” Kevin stood up abruptly, forcing himself to stay calm. “Nonsense! You dare slander me with some trash you found somewhere. Liam was a deserter—that’s established fact!” I stared directly at him. “Captain Lee’s remains have been found in the ruins, and animals saw him rescue you and give you his safety rope!” “Animal testimony? Are you insane?” Kevin was beside himself with anger. “That skeleton is just an unidentified body right now. Why should we believe it’s Liam just because you say so? Besides, I saw him run away with my own eyes. He’s a deserter!” As the scene became extremely chaotic, several uniformed police officers strode in. Leading them was the captain in charge of the skeletal case. He looked serious, holding a document, and walked straight to Hannah Sullivan. “Dr. Sullivan, we just received the latest identification report. We did a paternity test using your daughter’s hair and the deceased from the ruins.” He announced clearly, word by word: “The comparison results show a parent-child relationship. The skeleton in the ruins is Captain Liam himself!”

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Every wedding anniversary, Liam Hayes would bring a different woman home, under the pretense of having me ‘train’ them. On our tenth anniversary dinner, Liam brought back a bar server in a bunny costume. “She doesn’t have an evening gown. Give her your wedding gown, and that jewelry set I got you. As for shoes, the ones on your feet look good enough.” “Oh, and she’s young, so you need to patiently teach her, especially how to please me in bed.” I gritted my teeth and told Liam I wanted a divorce. Liam burst out laughing, mocking, “Ashley Vance, how many times have you asked for a divorce? I’m sick of hearing it, it’s more tiresome than your screams in bed! If you really want a divorce, I’ll give you ten million!” The whole room erupted in laughter again. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 100th time I had mentioned divorce, and the only time I truly meant it. Everyone’s eyes in the room fell on me, even the newly arrived bar server covered her mouth and snickered. “Come on, place your bets! I bet she’ll regret it before she even leaves this house.” “I bet they won’t divorce, one million!” “I’ll put down thirty million!” The bets on whether I would divorce or not were an old, tiresome tradition, brought up every wedding anniversary. Many who lost money resented me, and those who won still didn’t treat me any better. I chuckled softly, shaking my head, inwardly cursing myself for being so spineless; it had taken me ten years to finally decide to leave Liam today. “I bet she divorces!” A deep voice came from the crowd. Others were trying to dissuade him, asking, “Are you out of your mind?” but I looked in that direction and couldn’t make out who it was. “Liam, I’ll send the divorce papers to your company. Remember to sign them then.” I had mentioned divorce hundreds of times, but this was the first time I’d brought up divorce papers. Liam straightened up, ash from the cigarette in his hand fluttered to the floor. I pretended not to see it, squatted down, took off my heels, and placed the shoes beside the young woman’s feet. Her name was Chloe Jenkins, just over twenty, and very pretty. “These shoes might pinch a bit, but you’ll get used to them if you wear them more often.” “The gown and jewelry Liam mentioned, I’ll have Doris bring them to you.” “Before you, Liam brought back 9 other women. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. They live on the third floor; your room is the last one on the right on the third floor.” In ten years of marriage, Liam had brought back enough women to start his own private harem. There was every type imaginable. I patted away invisible dust from the back of my shoes, stood up, and walked barefoot toward the main door. But before I could even exit the front door, a strong hand yanked me back from behind: “Ashley, if you’re leaving, leave with nothing! What on your body wasn’t bought with my money, Liam’s money?” My bare feet at that moment felt like they were treading on sharp ice, and even my breath trembled slightly. “You want me to take off my clothes?” Liam raised an eyebrow, his gaze light and dismissive, as if he could see right through me. “When your family went bankrupt all those years ago, didn’t your mother strip you naked and put you in my bed? You came to me naked, so leave naked! Or are you regretting it? Fine. Kneel down and put her shoes on, and I’ll forgive you.” The group behind Liam roared with laughter, doubling over.

Not long after Liam and I got together, Vance Enterprises went bankrupt. My father jumped from a building, becoming a vegetable. My mother, fearing the Hayes family wouldn’t help, drugged Liam and me, then did everything she could to blow the incident out of proportion, forcing the Hayes family to take responsibility. That night marked the beginning of all my humiliation. It also completely ended the young love Liam and I had shared. Liam was forced to marry me. On our wedding night, he brought a woman home to humiliate me. He did everything imaginable in front of me; I even had to tear open the condom wrappers and hand them to him. And I was the one who knelt on the floor, cleaning up the entire mess afterward. I had lived this servile, humiliating life for ten years. Now, I couldn’t bear it anymore. “I’ll take them off.” Before anyone could react, I unclasped my shawl. It was deep winter, and the heating in the hall was on full blast. But I was standing by the door, and the icy wind howled, gusting under my dress. The exposed skin on my arms and shoulders broke out in goosebumps. I reached back and unfastened the clasp of my gown; the delicate neckline slid down. My shoulders and the curve of my chest were largely exposed. “Oh my God!” A few timid people in the crowd covered their eyes, unable to watch. But the men watched with keen interest. Only Liam’s eyes were dark as ink, his thin lips pressed tightly together. Only the slight tremble of the fingers holding his cigarette revealed a hint of something unusual. The gown slid to the floor, leaving me almost naked before everyone. The cigarette in Liam’s hand burned his fingertips. He instantly tossed it, then ripped off his suit jacket and threw it over me. “Ashley, you really have a death wish!” “Everyone, close your eyes! If a single word of what you saw today gets out, I’ll make sure you never see tomorrow’s sun! Now get out, all of you!” Liam didn’t often lose his temper, especially not in such a setting. Everyone present was an old acquaintance and wisely made their exit. Even the nine young women Liam had brought home before gradually went upstairs. Only Chloe remained. “Liam, are you satisfied? Can you let me go now?” I looked up, stubbornly meeting Liam’s gaze. Even though tears welled in my eyes, I wouldn’t let them fall. I had cried for Liam too many times; now, I no longer wanted to. “Ashley, don’t try those cheap mind games on me. I find them disgusting.” Liam still didn’t believe me, warning me not to embarrass the Hayes family. I took a deep breath and spoke again: “Liam, this time, I truly want a divorce.” Liam reacted as if he’d heard the funniest joke, grabbing the back of my neck and pushing me down, bending my waist. “You dare to divorce me? Can you afford your father’s daily hospital bills? Can you pay for your mother’s daily shopping and expenses?” “Ashley, your mother would be the first to kneel before me, begging me not to divorce you!” Liam’s disgust for my mother and me had reached a point where it couldn’t be hidden. He hated my mother for drugging him, and he hated me for my inaction. “Even if your mother hadn’t drugged us back then, I would have married you, I would have helped you. But you just had to use the methods I despise the most! Ashley, you personally destroyed what we had!” No matter how many times I explained, Liam would never believe it. Seeing my silence, Liam’s brow furrowed deeper. He dragged me, forcing me to my knees in front of that young woman, pressing on my neck to make me put her shoes on. “Put her shoes on. You’ve been doing this for ten years; you should be an expert by now!” For ten years, I hadn’t just taken care of Liam; I’d also had to serve those nine other women.

Things I should and shouldn’t have done, coerced or seemingly voluntary – I had done too many things that made me despise myself. But now, all I wanted was to end it all quickly. So, once again, I obediently put the young woman’s shoes on. Perhaps my obedience had deprived Liam of his fun. Enraged, he dragged me into his room and, in front of me, stripped Chloe of her clothes. I had witnessed this scene many times; sometimes, Liam even demanded I personally ‘instruct’ them. As before, I tore open a condom wrapper and handed it to him. But this time, Liam roughly pushed it away. “Not needed this time.” My hand trembled, and I withdrew it. Liam’s actions didn’t stop, but for the first time, he looked up at me. I didn’t look at him; I was too tired to even bother. Liam got angry again. He locked me in the bathroom. That night, the snowstorm outside was fierce, and the noises from outside were loud. I sat there, listening all night. In a daze, I was jolted awake by a frantic phone call. “Miss Vance? Your mother has been in a car accident and is currently in critical condition. Please come to City General Hospital immediately.” My heart immediately sank. “Liam!” I started banging repeatedly on the door, trying to drown out the sounds from outside. Liam, wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door. His loose collar revealed hickeys, and the woman in his arms clung to him, not letting go for a second. “What’s wrong?” “My mother was in a car accident. Can you please take me to the hospital?” I knelt on the floor, begging him, tears streaming down my face. I was terrified he wouldn’t take me if he was annoyed. Chloe scoffed, pointing to the dark, snow-filled sky outside. “It’s three in the morning, and it’s snowing heavily. Normal people are all staying indoors. Did the car crash into your mother’s house?” Liam chuckled along, not even bothering to look up. “Ashley, you’re resorting to even this kind of lie? What, are you tired of hearing us?” Liam locked the door again. The more I yelled, the louder the sounds from outside became. Completely out of options, I grabbed a nearby stool, smashed the window, and climbed out. Sharp glass shards sliced my leg, and it instantly bled profusely. It was too late, and with the snow, I couldn’t find a taxi. I could only run forward like a zombie, leaving vivid crimson blood trails in the snow. “Beep-beep,” a black Porsche Cayenne pulled up beside me. “Get in.” Inside the dimly lit, cramped car, the man remained in the driver’s seat, never once turning to look at me. I kept thanking him profusely, but he didn’t say another word. Just as I was about to get out, I heard him say: “Ashley, you have other options besides Liam. If you’ve thought it through, remember to find me.” A gold-embossed business card was handed to me. I took it with both hands, thanking him repeatedly. But at that moment, my mind was entirely consumed with my mother, and I put it in my pocket without a closer look. I stumbled into the emergency room. Before I could even ask, I saw nurses pushing a gurney with a body covered by a white sheet out of the operating room. “Hasn’t Eleanor Vance’s family arrived yet?” “The person’s already dead, and her daughter still isn’t here. What an eye-opener.” The two nurses continued chatting, their words effortlessly piercing my heart. I rushed over and pulled back the white sheet. Her once delicate face was now covered in scars; her body and legs were riddled with wounds, big and small. Regarding Liam, for ten years, every minute, I had resented her. I had even wickedly wished for my whole family to die. But now, with her truly gone before me, all I felt was heartbreak.

Since I no longer had any relatives, there was no need for a funeral. I stayed by my father’s bedside for a while, telling him about my mother, and about myself. I spoke intermittently until dawn. Before leaving, I looked at my father, Arthur Vance, who had been motionless for ten years, and said with a choked voice: “Dad, I’m tired.” Early the next morning, my mother’s body was cremated. I put her urn into a box and took it home. Along with it, I brought the divorce papers I’d had someone draft. The moment I stepped inside, I ran into Liam and his ten other women sitting at the dining table, laughing and chatting. “Sign them.” I said coldly, slamming the divorce papers onto the dining table. “So you ran out in the middle of the night just for these divorce papers? Ashley, you’ve really lost your mind!” Clutching the urn in my arms, I lowered my head: “Liam, let’s just let each other go.” “I don’t love you anymore.” Before, I would still argue with Liam, and sometimes, when tempers flared, we’d even come to blows. I would point my finger at him and accuse him, telling him his declarations of love all those years ago were just a joke. Most of the time, I still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping he’d forgive me, hoping we could make the marriage work. So when he said he liked ‘wild’ women, I’d learn to please him in bed. When he liked ‘innocent’ women, I’d wear his favorite outfits to make him happy. But then, one woman after another moved in, and my heart slowly turned numb. Those tricks I used to please him became my shame, and his outlet for humiliating me. “What’s this that fell out… Sebastian Thorne?” Chloe picked up the business card that had fallen and read the name aloud. So, it was Sebastian. Liam’s lifelong arch-rival, the one he’d never even met, who lived across the ocean. The next second, Liam, his face dark, slapped me. “You say you don’t love me because you found someone else?! Do you even know who Sebastian is?!” My ears rang, and I couldn’t even stand steady. The urn in my hands crashed to the floor, shattering. Watching the dust scatter, I stood there, frozen. Instinctively, I knelt, trying to gather the ashes. But no matter how I tried to scoop them, it was useless. Chloe then grabbed a carton of milk and poured it onto the floor, and the other women followed suit. The powdery ashes instantly became a sticky mess. “Ah!” In that moment, something in me snapped. I grabbed a chair and, like a madwoman, swung it at Chloe. Liam had no time to react; Chloe was already on the floor, clutching her head. “Liam… I’m so hurt.” Someone called an ambulance. Liam dragged me by the hand, forcing me to watch her at the hospital. “If anything happens to her, you’ll pay for it with your life!” That day, I was forced to give Chloe blood, repeatedly, until even the doctors said I couldn’t give any more. Only then did Liam let me go. He said it was my own damn fault. For those few days, I hid in my father’s hospital room and didn’t leave. “Well, well, if it isn’t Ashley, hiding here! Thanks to your little attack, Liam’s been so good to me now.” “Is this your father, Ashley? Why isn’t he moving?” Chloe, now favored, walked and spoke with a haughty air. She repeatedly fiddled with my father’s oxygen tube, curiously asking me what it was. “Don’t touch that!” I shoved her away, and she stumbled back a few steps, clutching her head. The next second, she charged forward, ripped out my father’s oxygen tube, and playfully held it in her hand, smiling.

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