Author: Momo Chan

I, Gardenia Wilson, had harbored a secret crush on Carlos Harper for ten years, and he had been fed up with me for just as long. Finally, one day, we slept together, and I left two hundred dollars behind. He was humiliated and furious, searching everywhere for me. But I had already vanished without a trace. I avoided him for three whole years until my father passed away, leaving me an orphan. Carlos’s parents told me, “From now on, our home is your home, and Carlos is your brother.” I looked at Carlos, whose face twisted with rage the moment he saw me, and called out sweetly, “Brother!”

On a scorching 104-degree day, my husband Finley Reed took our daughter Elise Reed on an outing to the countryside, where both died from heat stroke. Right after Finley’s funeral, Rafael Meyer, a creditor who had long lusted after me, came knocking at my door. Unable to repay the debt, I had no choice but to submit to Rafael to protect my family, becoming his secret mistress. Soon after, Rafael grew tired of me and threw me out like trash. Left with nothing, I wandered the streets, only to unexpectedly see Finley—who should have been dead for years—embracing his lover Lily Nelson. I rushed forward excitedly, desperate for answers, but was struck and killed by the drunk Finley’s car. As I lay dying, I heard Lily’s triumphant mockery: “How pathetic! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Finley took Elise on that fatal outing. ***** The phone rang shrilly. From the other end came the trembling voice of Finley’s friend Jared Miller: “Vivian, something terrible has happened! Finley and Elise have heat stroke—their condition is critical!” The exact same scenario as my previous life. Finley, who never particularly enjoyed caring for children, had suddenly seemed inspired that day, volunteering to take Elise to pick peaches at his friend’s Jared Family Farm. Despite my repeated warnings that the consecutive days of 104-degree heat made it unsuitable for outdoor activities, he wouldn’t listen, assuring me nothing would go wrong. Helplessly watching Elise’s excitement, I had no choice but to agree. But before lunchtime even arrived, I received this devastating call. When I reached the scene, Jared told me Elise had been rushed to the hospital, while Finley… I could only see from a distance a figure lying quietly there, covered with a white sheet. As I tried to approach, Jared stopped me, saying Finley’s body was too horrific to look at and he feared it would traumatize me. Later, they told me Elise couldn’t be saved and had passed away. I was devastated and fainted on the spot. When I came to, Finley’s mother Fiona Reed told me she had already handled their funeral arrangements. She held me as we both wept, saying that from now on I would be the pillar of the family and must never collapse. I was moved by Fiona’s thoughtfulness. However, right after Finley’s funeral, the debt collector Rafael couldn’t wait to show up at my door. I had no idea when Finley had accumulated such massive debts, and his accounts were already completely empty. When I tried to sell our house and car to pay the debts, the bank informed me they had long been mortgaged by Finley and would soon be repossessed. Rafael leered at me: “Vivian, you’re all alone now, so I won’t make things too hard for you. If you can’t pay back the money, use yourself to settle the debt. But if you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for doing something to Fiona!” To protect Fiona’s safety, I had no choice but to submit to him in desperation. Later, as depression took its toll and I grew increasingly haggard, Rafael became more and more displeased with me. He finally turned on me and threw me out. With nothing left, I could only wander the streets. One night, I saw Finley—who should have been dead for years—laughing and chatting as he got into a luxury car with the jewel-adorned Lily. Shocked beyond belief, I hurried after them, desperate for answers. Finley’s face darkened as he cursed me for being a vengeful spirit that wouldn’t leave him alone. Emboldened by alcohol, he floored the gas pedal and ran me down. As I lay dying, I saw Lily sneer: “How pathetic you are! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” ***** After being deceived for nearly ten years, I finally realized it had all been a premeditated murder! Hearing Jared’s familiar phone call again, I smiled coldly to myself. In this life, I will make him pay with his life for what he did to Elise and me!

“Vivian? Are you listening? If you come now, you might still be able to see Finley one last time.” Seeing that I hadn’t responded for a while, Jared asked tentatively again. “Okay, I’m coming right now.” I put on a devastated expression, gave a few perfunctory responses, and hung up the phone. There was no time to hesitate. I checked my phone. Elise’s smartwatch was still on, and the GPS showed she was near Jared Family Farm and moving at high speed. I immediately called 911. “I suspect someone is trying to kidnap my daughter, Elise Reed. She was most likely taken from Jared Family Farm in the western suburbs. Please help intercept them.” The operator became alert immediately and asked for some personal information about Elise and me. She told me that nearby patrol cars had already been dispatched. Thinking of poor Elise, my heart couldn’t help but ache violently again. I never would have imagined that her biological father and grandmother would sell her for money. This time, I would do everything in my power to save her! I had no time to wallow in grief. I immediately requested leave from work and drove to Jared Family Farm. ***** “Jared, where’s my daughter?” I asked urgently as soon as I saw him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a pained expression, “Vivian, don’t panic. Elise has been taken to the hospital. As for Finley, he’s already gone. I left him here, thinking you’d want to see him one last time.” Following the direction of his finger, I saw a person lying quietly in the small courtyard. With the consecutive days of 104-degree Fahrenheit heat, and Jared Family Farm being mostly low walls and small courtyards with hardly any shade, Finley had really risked his life to deceive me. It was high noon, and the scorching ground could probably cook an egg. I asked, “Are you sure he’s dead?” “When the doctor came to pick up Elise, he checked on Finley too and confirmed he was dead. We’re just waiting for the death certificate.” Jared made up lies as he spoke, but his eyes kept watching my every move. “Just take a quick look at Finley from a distance. Don’t get too close—it’s really disturbing, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.” Sure enough, exactly like in my previous life, Jared only let me take a quick glance before hurriedly blocking me, afraid I might actually examine Finley’s “corpse.” But this time, I was no longer that grief-stricken, powerless woman. I suddenly pushed Jared aside and rushed to Finley’s “corpse” in a few steps. I’d been practicing boxing and had strong arms. This push caught the frail Jared off guard for a moment, then he panicked and rushed over to pull me back. I immediately pulled out a fruit knife I’d prepared from my bag. I shouted loudly, “Is there something fishy about Finley’s death? Otherwise, why would you stop me from getting close to his body?” Jared clearly hadn’t expected this reaction from me and was so frightened that he immediately stopped in his tracks. He stammered, “Vivian, calm down! Finley and I have been friends for years—how could I possibly harm him?” I asked, “Then why didn’t you take him to the hospital, and why won’t you let me near his body?” I sneered coldly, putting on an act of being driven mad by grief, standing guard by Finley’s body and not letting Jared approach. At the same time, I gently lifted a corner of the white sheet with my other hand. Finley’s eyes were tightly closed, motionless, but his face was covered in sweat. After confirming it was really him, I felt slightly relieved and thoughtfully covered him back up with the sheet. While pretending to cry in anguish, I waved the knife and shouted, “I’ve already called the police! Until the police and relevant personnel arrive, I won’t allow anyone to get near Finley!”

This 104-degree weather was absolutely sweltering. After standing outside for just a while, I was already struggling with the heat. But compared to me, Finley lying on the scorching ground covered with a white cloth was obviously having a much harder time. Jared said anxiously, “Vivian, this weather is just too hot. Don’t get heatstroke. Come inside and sit down, I’ll get you some water.” He kept wiping sweat, his brow furrowed, his eyes occasionally glancing at Finley on the ground, looking like he was about to cry from distress. I said, “No need, I brought my own water.” While staying alert, I pulled out my own ice water from my bag and took a couple of gulps. I was afraid Jared might drug the water. I wouldn’t dare consume anything from this place. I could feel Finley beside me move slightly—he was probably struggling with the high temperature of the ground. But he didn’t dare make any sudden moves. If he exposed himself now, all his subsequent plans would fall apart, and even the matter of kidnapping Elise couldn’t be resolved. Finley wanted to play dead? Then I’d let him die completely! Jared said, “I swear on my life! I’m just a small shop owner running a family farm—how could I possibly harm anyone? In this hot weather, Finley just unfortunately got heat stroke.” I sneered, “You know it’s hot? Then why did you let him take the child to pick peaches? You’re the owner—when customers get hurt, you’re responsible.” I gripped the knife in my hand tightly, continuing to press the issue relentlessly. Jared was both anxious and hot, his clothes already soaked with sweat. Seeing my firm attitude, he finally dropped his facade and began threatening me: “Vivian, I advise you to stop making trouble! I was able to get this land to open this family farm because I have some connections. If you don’t back down, watch out—I’ll make you pay.” In my previous life, Rafael’s threats were far more terrifying than this. This Jared in front of me really couldn’t scare me. “Where’s the deceased? Let me see him right now!” Just as we were at a standstill, an urgent female voice suddenly came from the courtyard gate. My expression changed instantly. I knew this voice all too well. It was Lily, the one who had mocked me coldly even as I was dying. She was wearing a white coat, carrying a medical bag as she hurried in. I looked carefully—it was definitely her. But she looked much younger now. It seemed Finley hadn’t met her later on—she had been part of all this from the beginning. She frowned and scolded me: “Are you a family member? Move aside right now. If you keep making trouble like this, your husband really will be beyond help.” It looked like Jared couldn’t handle me, so he called her to pose as a doctor. I sneered coldly, still pointing the knife at her: “Didn’t a doctor already come? I think you’re all in this together, trying to destroy the scene and cover up evidence.” Seeing that I still wouldn’t leave Finley’s side, Jared and Lily exchanged glances. I immediately became alert. Lily suddenly opened her medical bag and pulled out a gun-like device. I recognized it—that was a veterinary tranquilizer gun! Jared’s family farm often had wild animals, and I’d heard wild boars had even broken in before. This tranquilizer gun must be what he prepared to defend against wild beasts. It seemed Lily had come prepared. She said, “Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me!” With that, she aimed the tranquilizer gun at me and fired a dart. But this little move was nothing to someone like me who regularly practiced boxing. I dodged to the side, and the dart flew past me, hitting Finley lying on the ground instead. I seemed to hear Finley let out an extremely faint groan. “Finley!” Lily cried out, her face instantly turning pale. “See! You do know each other! And you lied about being a doctor. I think you’re all conspiring together to commit murder for money!” I shouted while holding Finley, taking the opportunity to push the tranquilizer dart deeper. “They’re here!” Suddenly, Jared, who had been standing nearby, brightened up and rushed to the door to help someone in. “Where’s my poor son? Let me see him!” Fiona shouted.

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On my fourth birthday with Nigel, I received two envelopes. One was his wedding invitation, and the other was my cancer diagnosis notification. I sat on the floor in silence for a long time, the two pieces of paper placed on my left and right, like two diverging paths, both leading to death.

In the second Christmas after marrying Kaleb Burton, I, Adelyn Larson, wanted a child. Kaleb agreed with a smile. But despite taking countless medications and seeing countless doctors, I still couldn’t get pregnant. Just when I decided to try IVF, I accidentally overheard him on the phone with another woman. He said, “She’ll never be able to get pregnant, don’t worry. In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” That’s when I discovered that my daily milk had been laced with birth control pills. He married me solely to get his hands on the Larson family wealth. Since he didn’t want this child, I didn’t want him either. With tears in my eyes, I dialed home: “Mom, Dad, I agree to the arranged marriage.” ***** The moment my parents heard me say “I agree to the arranged marriage,” their first reaction was that I’d been wronged. My father, Thomas Larson, immediately exploded on the other end of the line: “Adelyn, did Kaleb hurt you? I’m coming over right now to kill him!” I laughed and interrupted him: “Dad, I can handle my own affairs. Just help me arrange the blind date.” As soon as I hung up, Kaleb walked in carrying a glass of milk: “Honey, who were you talking to so early in the morning?” He handed me the milk as he spoke. I took it but simply set it on the table. Seeing I didn’t drink it, Kaleb forced a smile: “Why aren’t you drinking your milk? Isn’t this your favorite?” I watched the flash of panic in his eyes and said softly, “My stomach’s a bit upset today. I don’t feel like eating anything.” Kaleb seemed slightly nervous but quickly relaxed, his face full of concern: “I see. I’ll take you to the hospital after work then.” Looking at the “worried” expression on his face, my mind flashed back to that night when I heard his gentle voice coaxing another woman. “Don’t worry, she’ll never be able to get pregnant.” “In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” Back then, I was still taking bitter, astringent medications trying to conceive, while he already had his child. At this thought, I fought back my nausea and shook my head: “No need. It’s just an old problem. I can go myself. You should get to work so you won’t be late.” Reminded by me, he finally snapped back to reality, quickly grabbed his coat, and left. After Kaleb left, I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time. I’d always thought we were in love, never imagining it was all an elaborate deception orchestrated by Kaleb. He accompanied me to concerts he had no interest in, went shopping with me, and tirelessly cooked various delicious meals for me every day. I once thought that was love. Now I understand he only loved my family’s wealth. The thought made me sick. What’s even more despicable is that he not only perfectly deceived me but also had a child with another woman behind my back. Perhaps while I was suffering trying to get pregnant, he was already by another woman’s side, caring for their child. He knew exactly how much I wanted a child of our own. I contacted a private investigator and arranged for 24-hour surveillance of Kaleb. I had to know who this woman and child were that he was hiding on the side. That night, when Kaleb wanted to be intimate, I instinctively felt disgusted and pushed him away. I said, “I’m not feeling well today.” In the past, every time we were intimate, Kaleb would use “having a child” as an excuse. And I would always compromise and accommodate for the sake of having a child. But now, I only felt sick and disgusted. Kaleb hugged me from behind: “Adelyn, our child will definitely be as beautiful as you.” I faced away from him, saying nothing. Thinking I was asleep, Kaleb carefully got out of bed, picked up his phone, and quietly left the room. Soon after, I heard the study door close. I stood barefoot at the door, listening to the sounds inside. Kaleb was making a phone call. After the call connected, the other person said something that made him laugh happily: “I’ll come over to be with you both once I’m done here. Sweetheart, you and our child are the only ones I love.” After he hung up, I quickly ran back to the bedroom and pulled the covers over myself. Soon, Kaleb returned. He carefully slipped under the covers and lay down beside me.

The private investigator was incredibly efficient—within just two days, he had tracked down Kaleb’s wife and child on the side. He even thoroughly investigated the doctors who had been treating me. Without exception, they had all accepted bribes from Kaleb, helping him forge medical records to deceive me. And those medications I’d been taking? They were nothing more than ordinary vitamins. When all the evidence and photographs were laid out before me, I finally gave up hope completely. Their child was already over a year old. In the photo, Kaleb stood in the middle with another woman, holding their child’s hands. He was beaming with joy, gazing at the child with such tenderness—a gentleness I had never seen from him. I had always thought he was naturally cold, never imagining he had this side to him. I quietly put away the photos, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day, Kaleb said he wanted to take me to the hospital for another check-up. He said, “Adelyn, if there’s still no progress this time, should we try a different hospital?” On the surface, he appeared deeply concerned about me, but I knew that doctor had been bought off by him too. His suggestion to switch hospitals was just another ploy to dispel my doubts and make me more convinced that I couldn’t conceive. I didn’t expose his performance—I simply went to the hospital with him calmly. The doctor’s spiel was identical to before: “Ms. Larson, you need to maintain a positive mindset and not be too anxious.” I was sick of hearing these words. In the past, I would have been consumed with anxiety. But now, I just nodded and sighed softly, “Maybe I’m destined never to have children.” Kaleb immediately comforted me and picked up another batch of useless medication. As soon as we stepped out of the hospital, Kaleb’s phone rang. The caller ID read “Customer.” He answered the call, his expression instantly tense: “Adelyn, there’s an urgent matter with a client. You head home first—I’ll come back to keep you company once I’m done.” With that, he hurried away. But I heard the voice on the other end—it was a woman’s. She said, “Kaleb! Our child is sick. You need to come check on him right away.” Watching his retreating figure, I found it almost laughable. Running back and forth between two lives—he must be exhausted. But that was fine. Soon he wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore. I had already drafted the divorce papers and was just waiting to gather a bit more evidence before he could get the hell out of my life for good. Kaleb didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he had to work late and wouldn’t be back tonight. Then he reminded me to eat well, take my medication on time, not to wait up for him, and that he’d bring me donuts. Looking at these cookie-cutter words of concern, I wondered if he just copy-pasted them. Of course I didn’t take the medication—I threw it straight into the trash. As for waiting for him? Impossible. I had more important things to do—continuing to collect evidence of his affair. Kaleb didn’t return home until noon the next day. He wearily loosened his tie and collapsed on the couch. The donuts he’d brought me sat on the table. I remembered when we first got together that winter—I had become obsessed with donuts, and Kaleb ran all over the city to buy them for me. Back then, holding donuts in his hands, he’d look at me with such adoration: “Adelyn, look, I bought from so many different places. Try them all and tell me which one you like—I’ll only buy from that shop from now on.” That day I tasted donuts from all over the city and randomly picked one shop. From then on, the donuts I received only came from that place in the south part of town. Kaleb thought I was just picky about taste, but in reality, that shop was closest to his office. I had only chosen it to save him from running around so much. I never realized that even back then, Kaleb was already cheating. Looking at the donuts on the table, I asked him casually, “Kaleb, why do you smell like baby formula?” He froze for a moment, panic flashing across his face: “Huh? I don’t think I do?” I pretended to be upset, and he immediately came over to placate me: “Oh, my client’s son was sick. I saw she was struggling to handle the child alone, and since I was there, I went to the hospital with her. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d overthink it. I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please don’t be mad, okay?” As he spoke, he moved to embrace me. I frowned and pushed him away: “Fine, I’m not mad anymore. Just go take a shower—you stink.” Seeing that I had let my guard down, Kaleb happily went to shower. While he was in the bathroom, I grabbed his phone. After failing to unlock it twice, I tried the child’s birthday on the third attempt—and it worked. Clearly, this child meant everything to him. I opened WhatsApp and carefully searched for any traces of evidence. Finally, I found the chat history between Kaleb and his mistress, Winona Collins, in a conversation labeled “Customer.” I quickly took photos to save the evidence, then exited the app. After Kaleb finished his shower, a WhatsApp message popped up from Customer: [The baby is crying for you. Can you come spend some time with him?] Kaleb opened WhatsApp behind my back and replied: [On my way.] Then he grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to say, “Honey, something came up with a client. I’ve got to go.” He had no idea I’d seen that message as he rushed out. I watched his retreating figure, placed the divorce papers I’d already prepared on the table, packed my bags, and went back to my parents’ house. I was curious to see what Kaleb’s reaction would be when he found those divorce papers.

As soon as I got home, my parents pulled me into their arms with heartbroken expressions, constantly murmuring “my poor daughter.” When they learned about Kaleb’s affair, they were furious, threatening to break his legs. I quickly reassured them: “Mom, Dad, I can handle this myself.” Only after I repeatedly promised them did they decide not to interfere. The next day after I got home, Kaleb showed up at our door as expected. Clutching the divorce papers, he put on a heartbroken act and begged me to stay: “Adelyn, if I did something wrong, you can hit me or yell at me—anything—just please don’t divorce me, okay?” I watched his performance coldly, then told Winona that Kaleb had come by. Winona immediately rushed over with her child, claiming the child wasn’t Kaleb’s and that they were just ordinary friends, terrified that Kaleb and I might divorce. Watching their masterful acting, I couldn’t help but applaud: “Alright then, I guess I misunderstood you two.” I lowered my head and gently touched my belly, “I don’t want my baby to be born without a father’s love either.” Upon hearing this, Winona’s face instantly changed, turning pale as paper, her lips trembling: “What? You’re pregnant? How is that possible?” I silently enjoyed her expression and asked with feigned confusion: “Ms. Collins, why do you seem so shocked to hear I’m pregnant? Don’t you want me to be pregnant?” Kaleb quickly jumped in to help: “No, she’s just so happy that she needs a moment to process it.” Then he shot Winona a slightly disapproving look, “Look at you, what if you scare Adelyn?” Then he turned to me with an incredulous expression: “When did you get pregnant? How come I didn’t know?” I looked at Kaleb shyly: “That night when you said you missed me.” Upon hearing this, Kaleb’s face turned even paler. He had been drunk that night and couldn’t remember what happened, only that he was called away by Winona’s phone call the next morning before he could even prepare milk. “Could it have been that night…” Kaleb mumbled, then looked at my belly in disbelief, “Then you’ve been pregnant for two weeks already. No wonder you said your stomach felt uncomfortable—that explains it. But why didn’t the examination detect it last time?” I gave him a reproachful look: “The baby is so tiny, and we didn’t do a gynecological exam. It’s perfectly normal that the doctor didn’t notice.” I handed Kaleb the forged prenatal report, “Look, here’s the prenatal report.” If he could bribe doctors to deceive me, I could naturally bribe doctors to deceive him too. Kaleb seemed convinced by my explanation and looked at my belly with pure joy: “We’re having a baby! Adelyn, we’re having a baby!” Meanwhile, Winona’s expression wasn’t nearly as pleasant. If I was truly pregnant, her child would never be able to become the heir to the Larson family fortune and would remain nothing but an illegitimate child living in the shadows. Winona gritted her teeth secretly—she absolutely couldn’t let this happen! I watched Winona’s darkening expression and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t believe she would give up so easily. It would be best if they started fighting over this—the more vicious their fights, the better it would be for me. Sure enough, after my pregnancy, Kaleb and Winona began arguing frequently. Initially, Kaleb still tried to appease Winona, but she had completely lost her sense of security and could only prove Kaleb’s love by constantly stirring up trouble. Over time, Kaleb grew tired of it and became increasingly impatient with her, which only intensified Winona’s sense of crisis. She even managed to add me on social media and sent me ambiguous, suggestive messages. I ignored them all. Thinking I didn’t believe her, she actually sent me numerous intimate photos of them together, even videos. I took screenshots of everything and told her I didn’t believe it. “Videos can be faked. Unless you can prove the child is Kaleb’s, I won’t believe you.” Seeing my firm disbelief, Winona began arranging for a paternity test. Little did she know, this was exactly what I wanted. Poor Kaleb, playing the perfect husband in front of me every day, yet unable to let go of Winona and the child—he was even plotting to kill me. I quietly watched as these two handed me the evidence on a silver platter, curious to see their expressions when they learned the truth. Within a few days, Winona strutted to my door with the paternity test results. She smugly displayed the report: “See that? John is Kaleb’s biological son. You didn’t actually think he loved you, did you? Let me tell you, we’ve been together all along.” I feigned disbelief and snatched the report: “Impossible! How could Kaleb betray me? This has to be fake, right?” Seeing my reaction, Winona became even more smug: “You know what you don’t know? The reason you never got pregnant before was because Kaleb was putting birth control pills in your milk! Did you really think he cared about you? Idiot!” I clutched my stomach, pretending her words made me sick: “My stomach… it hurts so much…” Winona said, “Yes, exactly like that. Once your baby is gone, my child will be Kaleb’s only child. Everything in the Larson family will belong to John!” Before she could finish, I called security. Winona thought I was actually having a miscarriage—she had no idea I called security because I couldn’t keep up the act any longer, afraid I’d burst out laughing. There really are women this stupid in the world. I saved the recording and video, then handed them over to my lawyer. Right after Winona left, Kaleb rushed home in a panic. The moment he walked in, he looked at me with nervous concern: “Adelyn, are you okay? Did that crazy woman Winona say anything ridiculous?” Seeing his panic, I sneered inwardly. So he could feel guilty after all. I deliberately asked, “Kaleb, Winona said her child is yours. Is that true?” The moment I finished speaking, Kaleb’s face went pale with panic. I looked at him, feigning hurt and surprise: “What Winona said is true?” Kaleb quickly raised his voice, his neck stiff with denial: “How could that be possible? How could that child be mine!” Then he grabbed me tightly: “Adelyn, Winona is just a crazy woman. I only helped her a few times, and now she’s claiming her child is mine. She’s lost her mind. Adelyn, you absolutely cannot believe her. If she dares spout nonsense in front of you again, just have the butler and security throw her out, understand?” I quickly nodded to reassure him, saying I understood and would never believe Winona’s attempts to drive a wedge between us. Kaleb let out a long sigh of relief: “Good, as long as you didn’t believe her.”

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With just one month left until my wedding, I, Emma Wilson, began questioning whether this wedding should even happen. The reason was simple—my fiancé Aaron Gibson insisted on having a child with Jane Gardner, the widow of his best friend Caleb Gardner. Aaron told me, “Caleb was my best friend. He passed away suddenly, leaving Jane all alone. She’s attempted suicide multiple times. If she had a child to keep her company, it might help her get through this difficult time.” I couldn’t understand it at all. I asked Aaron, “If she wants a child, she could choose adoption, remarry, or even go to a sperm bank. Why does she have to have a child with you specifically?” Aaron replied, “Caleb entrusted Jane to my care before he died. Besides, Jane has no other family in New York. Who else can she turn to besides me?” “But don’t you think this is completely absurd?” I couldn’t help but question. However, Aaron responded dismissively, “It’s just IVF—nothing’s actually going to happen. I’m still going to marry you.” We’d known each other for fifteen years and been together for thirteen. I’d finally reached the day when I could marry him. I never expected fate to play such a cruel joke on me at this moment. I asked Aaron, “So what will this child call you in the future? Dad?” A flash of discomfort crossed Aaron’s face, his tone becoming slightly irritated. “Whatever he wants to call me—I don’t care.” There was no way I could agree to this. Because of this, Aaron had been arguing with me for months. Aaron continued, “Think it over again. Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately, and I’m worried she might do something extreme again. I need to go take care of her for the next few days, but I’ll be back for the wedding.” With that, he turned and left. He dragged two enormous suitcases behind him, packed with clothes and daily necessities. I stood in our empty wedding suite, looking at the decorations, my heart filled with irony. The phone rang—it was the bridal shop calling. I answered. The staff member asked, “Hello, Ms. Wilson. The wedding dress and suits have arrived. When would you and Mr. Gibson be available to come in for fittings?” So I called Aaron. He picked up quickly. “Have you come to your senses?” At the same time, I could hear a woman’s voice faintly in the background, sultry and coquettish: “Who is it?” I recognized that voice. That’s right—it was Caleb’s widow, Jane. Aaron said, “Nobody.” Jane said, “The movie just got to the good part. Who calls at a time like this? Such a buzzkill.” I spoke with forced calm, “Didn’t you say Jane was heartbroken and might commit suicide at any moment? How does she have the mood to watch movies with you?” Aaron was clearly annoyed. “I’m just taking Jane out to clear her head. How can she move on from Caleb’s death if she stays cooped up at home all the time?” What a noble excuse—just as ridiculous as his insistence on having a child with Jane. I said, “Fine, you two keep watching your movie. I’m hanging up.” Aaron was baffled. “Emma, what’s wrong with you? You call me just to say nothing and give me attitude?” I asked directly, “Aaron, do you actually plan to go through with this wedding or not?” Aaron said firmly, “Whether we get married or not won’t change the fact that I’m having a child with Jane. This is my responsibility to Caleb, and I have to fulfill it.” I replied, “Fine.” Aaron asked, “You’re agreeing?” I said, “Yes.” Aaron’s mood clearly improved. “That’s more like it. Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time for the wedding…” Before he could finish, I hung up decisively. Since getting married or not wouldn’t change his decision to have a child with Jane, I decided to make things fair. The wedding would proceed as planned, but I’d be getting a different groom.

I posted on Instagram: [Looking for a marriage partner, please introduce me to reliable single men.] Soon, the comment section was flooded with curious netizens. Some asked if Aaron and I had fought, advising me that men being unfaithful is normal and I shouldn’t take it too seriously, or I’d lose such a good partner. Others questioned whether what I was doing was fair to Aaron. I just laughed when I saw those comments. I chose Aaron when he had nothing, stayed with him through his startup journey, and weathered all the hardships together. I can proudly say I’ve been absolutely fair to him! It was Aaron who made unreasonable demands first, treating our relationship of over ten years like it meant nothing. I felt it was time to let go completely and start fresh. My phone buzzed, and I thought it was another one of Aaron’s friends coming to criticize me. But I never expected it to be a private message from my boss. This person I had saved as “Evil Capitalist” was none other than my boss, Marcus Stephens. Evil Capitalist: [You’re looking for someone to marry?] Evil Capitalist: [Then let it be me.] I was stunned, regretting that I’d forgotten to block him. Evil Capitalist: [When should we get married?] Clutching my phone, I nervously replied: [In a month?] Evil Capitalist: [Fine.] Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, are you serious?] Evil Capitalist: [Or we could register for marriage right now? Wait for me, I’ll pick you up in half an hour.] I quickly stopped him. Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, I still have some things to handle. Let’s register for marriage in a month. You can also think it over.] Evil Capitalist: [No need to think. In a month, we’ll get married directly.] I stared at Marcus’s messages, unable to process what was happening. The sound of keys unlocking came from the front door. Aaron came in, looking upset. “Emma, let’s cancel our wedding for now. Jane’s condition still isn’t great, and I don’t want to have a wedding celebration right now—it might upset her.” I nodded calmly. “Okay.” Aaron seemed somewhat surprised. “You’re not angry?” I asked, “Why would I be angry?” Aaron said, “After all, we’ve been dating for over ten years.” I sneered inwardly. Yes, we’ve been dating for over ten years, and the result is you casually canceling our wedding for some unrelated person named Jane. Over these ten years, he seemed to have gotten used to making all the decisions himself. Whenever he made a choice, I could only comply, only obey, never argue back. I didn’t want to fight with him, so for matters that didn’t involve principles, I was always the one backing down. But this time, I didn’t want to give in anymore. I asked, “Is she feeling better?” Aaron said, “She still needs someone to keep her company. When she’s alone, she tends to overthink. We really need to have a child as soon as possible.” I said, “Then you should spend more time with her lately.” Aaron smiled and praised me, “Looks like this fight was effective after all—you’ve become more understanding.” I wasn’t more understanding. I had become clear-headed. Suddenly, Aaron’s phone rang. I was somewhat surprised—given Aaron’s personality, he would never use that kind of ringtone. He answered, his voice tender in a way I’d never heard before. “Jane?” So it was a special ringtone he’d set for Jane. Aaron’s expression grew serious. “What? Okay, I’ll bring it over right now.” He hung up and immediately stood to grab his car keys, rushing to leave. Only when he reached the door did he remember to say something to me. “Jane left some clothes in my car. I’m going to take them to her.” I asked, “What clothes?” Aaron’s expression suddenly became strange, and he stammered, “Just some regular clothes. Anyway, I have to go now.” This weekend was our homeroom teacher Joanna Geller’s birthday. Early in the morning, I received a call from our class president Taylor Holmes. “Come with Aaron.” When I arrived, the private room was already filled with quite a few classmates, but Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Taylor glanced behind me and asked, “Where’s your husband? Parking the car?” I shook my head and replied calmly, “He’s not my husband yet.” Taylor laughed and teased, “He’s not now, but he will be in a month, right? You two have been together for so many years—it wasn’t easy! You’re getting married soon, so stop fighting and cherish each other.” Joanna still wore that gentle smile of hers, though time had been unkind, adding streaks of gray to her hair. She smiled and said, “That’s right, Emma. I’ve watched you two grow together all these years. I heard you’ve been having some trouble lately over Jane? I think you might be misunderstanding the situation. Aaron and Caleb were always close friends. After Caleb passed away, Aaron is just helping take care of Jane as a friend. You need to trust the feelings you’ve built over all these years.” Joanna had always been kind and caring, and she genuinely liked me. However, times had changed. Teachers could impart knowledge, but they couldn’t teach me how to navigate marriage. I said, “Mrs. Geller, I know what I need to do.” Joanna thought I’d been convinced and looked even more pleased. “You’ve always been a smart girl. I knew you’d understand.” Just as she finished speaking, Aaron pushed through the door. “Mrs. Geller, happy birthday.” Joanna beamed with joy. “Thank you! You and Emma are getting married soon too. Congratulations to both of you!” However, the next second, my smile froze on my face. Jane followed right behind him, wearing Aaron’s jacket and holding onto his arm. She smiled as she handed her gift to Joanna. “Mrs. Geller, hello, I’m Jane Gardner. I’m so sorry we’re late. We should have been here earlier, but it’s my fault—I suddenly got my period, and Aaron had to go buy me some pads, which delayed us.” Her intimate tone said everything. Taylor was stunned. He patted Aaron’s shoulder and whispered a reminder, “Emma’s right here. Why did you bring her too?” Aaron replied matter-of-factly, “Jane’s been in a really bad emotional state lately. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone.” Taylor asked, “Then what about Emma?” Aaron glanced at me with an indifferent tone. “It’s fine, don’t worry about her.” He then thoughtfully helped Jane sit down on the sofa and placed various fruits and snacks in front of her. “Don’t be nervous. Everyone here today is my friend, and they’ll all take care of you.” Jane obediently leaned against his shoulder and said coquettishly, “Mm-hmm, I only feel safe when you’re here.” Everyone at Joanna’s birthday party was a classmate. Everyone knew Aaron and I were a couple. Faced with this scene, everyone seemed at a loss. Especially Taylor, who had been hoping to help Aaron and me reconcile. I knew Taylor was a good-hearted person, but right now, even his good intentions seemed to have nowhere to go. Joanna’s birthday party passed in this awkward atmosphere. When it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—everyone except Aaron and Jane. As Aaron walked past me holding Jane’s hand, he coldly dropped a line: “I need to take Jane home. I probably won’t be back tonight, so take a cab home yourself.” Jane, however, playfully swatted at Aaron with feigned reproach. “How can you say that? Emma is your fiancée—how can you make her take a cab just to drive me home? Emma, don’t listen to him. Get in the car, I’ll have him drop you off first.” Her words made it sound as if she were the lady of the house, while I had become the outsider. I pulled away from Jane’s attempt to link arms with me and said coldly, “No need. My ride is already here.” A black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of me.

Right in front of Aaron and Jane, I got into that car. Several classmates gathered around, teasing: “Since when does Maybach do rideshare now?” Aaron’s face immediately darkened. He drove a Honda, which looked small and old compared to the Maybach. I hadn’t been home long when Aaron returned. I was somewhat surprised: “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?” Aaron’s expression grew even darker: “Are you hoping I wouldn’t come back?” I replied coldly: “If you’re sick, go get treatment.” Aaron asked: “Who was that man who picked you up today?” I said: “He’s my husband.” Aaron burst out laughing: “Just as I thought.” I didn’t understand what exactly he was thinking. Aaron sat down on the sofa with a confident smile: “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous, trying to get my attention? Renting a Maybach isn’t cheap! I was wondering why you’ve been acting like a different person lately, not fighting or making a fuss. Turns out you were setting this up for me.” I just felt speechless: “If that’s what you want to think, I can’t stop you.” Aaron said with some disgust: “Don’t play these childish games anymore. It’s really boring.” I responded: “Think whatever you want.” Aaron said: “I know you’re upset about the wedding being suddenly canceled. You’ve always wanted to marry me, I know that. But everything has its priorities. Jane is still grieving her husband’s death, we need to take care of her first.” I couldn’t help asking: “If Jane never recovers, are you planning to never get married?” Aaron snapped: “How can you be so vicious? Can’t you hope for Jane to get better? She never did anything to you. Do you really need to curse her like this?” Although I’d long known about Aaron’s favoritism toward Jane, being accused of being “vicious” by him was a first. Especially coming from a man I’d loved for over ten years, devoted myself to for over ten years, who had almost become my husband. My heart grew even colder: “Give me your car keys.” Aaron asked warily: “What do you need my car keys for?” I answered: “To get back the things I left in your car.” I had once hand-woven a car ornament for Aaron, hanging it in front of the windshield, blessing him with safety and smooth travels. But the Aaron of today was no longer worth my wholehearted love. Aaron said: “Jane has things in my car too. Don’t mess them up. I’ll come with you.” I said: “Whatever.” With that, I headed toward the underground garage. After Aaron unlocked the car, I opened the driver’s side door and reached for the ornament. However, to prevent it from falling at the time, I had tied it extra tight. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the entire ornament down, leaving only a long red string in my hand. Aaron asked in surprise: “Why did you tear it apart?” I said indifferently: “If it’s broken, it’s broken. Won’t need it anymore anyway.” As I was stepping out of the car, I caught a glimpse of something black sticking out from the gap in the passenger seat. I gently pinched it with my fingers, only to discover it was a pair of women’s black stockings. No need to guess—these must be Jane’s “ordinary clothes” left in Aaron’s car. Aaron urged anxiously: “Are you done? Stop rummaging around.” I expressionlessly pushed the black stockings back into place: “Done.” As soon as I stepped out of the car, Aaron immediately shut the door and quickly locked it. I didn’t care, just clutched the tangled red string and casually tossed it into the trash can. My phone rang, and I answered: “Hello?” “When are you free? We can have the wedding in a month, but let’s get the marriage certificate first.” It was Marcus’s voice. “There’s no rush for that, is there?” I replied. “Getting the certificate is convenient now. We can even do it on the wedding day.” Aaron suddenly caught the key words: “Certificate? What certificate?” On the phone, Marcus asked, “Is your ex-boyfriend there with you?” He had already automatically started calling Aaron my “ex-boyfriend.” I responded with a simple “Mm-hmm.” Marcus said, “You should move out as soon as possible.” I said, “Okay.” Marcus continued, “About getting the marriage license, just let me know when you’ve figured out the timing. I’ll work around your schedule.” After hanging up, Aaron looked at me suspiciously. “Who was calling this late?” I said, “Someone asking me to get a marriage license.” After hearing this, Aaron let out a cold laugh. “Emma, playing this game once was enough. Doing it again is just boring.” I took a deep breath and responded, “Oh.” Aaron said impatiently, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me or not?” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll never bring this up again.” Aaron seemed satisfied and nodded. “It’s getting late. I need to go back and keep Jane company.” I said, “Go ahead.” As he was leaving, Aaron turned back to look at me and said, “Just wait a little longer, until Jane’s in a better state. After all, you’ve been with me for so many years. I’ll still marry you.” This time, I said nothing. The next day, I started packing. I didn’t have many clothes. The only important thing was my computer. As a programmer, all my project code from these years was stored on my computer. When Marcus came to pick me up and saw me carrying only a laptop bag, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “That’s all you have?” I nodded. “Yeah, just this.” Marcus said, “I thought all girls liked buying lots of pretty clothes and bags.” Yeah, who doesn’t like pretty clothes and bags? But ever since Aaron started his business, our financial situation had gradually become tight. I sold my jewelry and hadn’t bought new clothes in years. This time, I simply packed some underwear and donated everything else to charity. Looking at my meager bag, Marcus said softly, “This weekend, let me take you shopping for some things.” I said, “That’s not necessary.” Marcus asked, “Why not?” I said embarrassedly, “I haven’t gotten my paycheck for this month yet.” Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll advance it to you.” I licked my lips, still hesitating. “Mr. Stephens, are you really willing to marry me?” Marcus looked puzzled. “Why are you asking that?” I guessed, “Is your family pressuring you to get married really urgently?” Marcus replied, “They are indeed pressuring me, and being married would help boost shareholders’ confidence in me, which is good for the company too.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “No wonder. I was thinking, how could a capitalist like you make a losing deal…” Marcus moved closer to me. “What did you just call me?” I quickly waved my hands. “Nothing!” Marcus smiled. “You should change my contact name sometime.” I quickly said, “I’ll change it right now! Immediately!” I hurriedly changed “Evil Capitalist” in my phone to “The Most Handsome Man in the World,” then held my phone up to Marcus and said, “Look, I changed it.” Marcus glanced at it, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. I asked, “What’s wrong?” He took my phone directly from my hands, fiddled with it for a while, then handed it back to me. When the car merged back into traffic, I saw that “The Most Handsome Man in the World” on my WhatsApp interface had been changed to “Hubby.” I said in surprise, “Mr. Stephens, we’re not even married yet. Isn’t this a bit too bold?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “How about we go to City Hall right now then?” As he spoke, he made a gesture to turn around. I quickly stopped him. “No, Mr. Stephens, today won’t work.” Marcus teased, “Alright, what’s your excuse today?” I mumbled, “My ID is still at Aaron’s place.” Meanwhile, when Aaron received my call, he was shopping with Jane. Jane had changed into a strapless mini dress and was twisting her body in front of the mirror, deliberately showing off her sex appeal. Seeing Aaron staring mesmerized, she secretly took a photo, then took a selfie and posted both on Instagram. The caption read: [Maybe Cupid blessed me by sending you to my side.] Two photos – one of her sexy pose, another of Aaron gazing at her adoringly. She enjoyed the feeling of having Aaron under her control, her vanity greatly satisfied. However, before long, Aaron stopped looking at her and frowned as he answered his phone. He said impatiently, “Emma, didn’t I tell you I’d be spending these days with Jane? Why are you calling again?” I asked directly, “Where’s my ID?” Aaron asked curiously, “What do you need your ID for?” I said, “I need to get some documents done.” He continued asking, “What documents?” Jane, not allowing Aaron’s attention to leave her, deliberately raised her voice: “Aaron, does this dress look good on me?” Aaron’s attention was drawn back to her. Watching Jane strike cute and sexy poses for him, Aaron just wanted to end this phone call quickly. He said hurriedly, “It’s in the third drawer of the cabinet in the living room. I’ve been really busy lately, so don’t call me unless it’s important. That’s it, I’m hanging up.”

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In my previous life, I, Juliet Wilson, was the company’s top sales performer, but when competing with intern Aubrey Fowler for a project proposal, she publicly accused me of plagiarism. I immediately refuted her claims and argued my case. However, my father Zachary Gordon, who was the CEO, said that Aubrey had already submitted her proposal to him the night before. With just one sentence, he determined that I had plagiarized. At the same time, another proposal of mine had major flaws that caused the client millions of dollars in losses. I couldn’t believe it. After careful investigation, I discovered that version wasn’t even created by me. Yet it was sent from my email account and bore my fingerprints. In the end, I was killed by the emotionally unstable client. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before submitting the proposal. ***** “Juliet, what are you daydreaming about? Is your proposal ready? Aubrey’s been talking tough, saying this client is definitely hers.” My colleague Emily Sanders nodded toward the front right, and I caught sight of Aubrey, dressed to the nines. In my previous life, she was just an intern who had been at the company for only a month, yet she boldly claimed she would steal away my three consecutive Christmas sales championships. Initially, I didn’t take her seriously. After all, this company belonged to Zachary anyway, so regardless of who won the sales title, we would ultimately benefit. But that stubborn streak in my bones started acting up again. Having been the sales champion for so long, how could I willingly hand it over to someone else? Especially to a newcomer. That’s how this project proposal competition came about—Aubrey and I competing fairly. Zachary even specifically emphasized that to ensure fairness, transparency, and openness, he would personally oversee the entire process. In my previous life, although Aubrey was flamboyant, she was always well-behaved in front of Zachary and didn’t seem skilled at dealing with leadership, so no one detected the hidden relationship between them. I never imagined she was actually Zachary’s illegitimate daughter, hidden away for years! Lost in thought, Emily mistook my silence for stress and continued cheering me on. “How could a newcomer possibly compete with you? Your resume stacked up would be thicker than her high heels. What kind of decent proposal could she possibly come up with?” My other colleague Faith Miller chimed in: “Mr. Gordon thinks so highly of you, this project is definitely yours. He’s probably just trying to give this arrogant intern a reality check. Don’t worry, just don’t forget to plan the celebration party.” In my previous life, I was confident about having a fair competition with her and stayed up all night completing my proposal. But the next day during the presentation, Aubrey publicly accused me of plagiarism. And Zachary stepped forward to testify for her, claiming she had already submitted an identical proposal the day before. In our industry, plagiarism is the most despicable behavior. I tried to defend myself, but Zachary didn’t hesitate to brand me as the plagiarist. The proposal I had repeatedly checked and ensured was flawless had also been tampered with, causing irreparable losses. I became the target of everyone’s criticism, bearing the client’s fury alone, and was ultimately stabbed to death by the emotionally unstable client.

After my death, my soul drifted in mid-air. I watched my mother Sydney Wilson receive news of my murder while overseas, tears streaming down her face as she rushed back home. I witnessed Zachary and Aubrey working together, tampering with Sydney’s route on her way back to the villa. Caught off guard in her desperation, Sydney met her end in a fatal car crash. In the end, Zachary brazenly brought Aubrey home. Sydney and I had barely been dead long before Zachary and Aubrey were living it up, even seizing all of Sydney’s assets. My nails dug deep into my palms—the sharp pain told me this wasn’t a dream. I had been reborn. Aubrey wasn’t highly educated, but she had a sweet tongue and knew how to work people, making her well-liked at the company. Her abilities were mediocre, but she was smart enough never to actively compete for anything. This was the first time she’d dared to challenge me so boldly. Back then, I naively thought Zachary had her participate in the competition just to put her in her place. I never imagined it was a trap they’d set for me. Pulling myself from the pain of my past life, I glanced at the cameras behind me and the company’s real-time monitoring system, lost in thought. This time I’d plugged every possible loophole for plagiarism—it should be foolproof. I was eager to see how Aubrey would manage to steal my proposal this time! I had a score to settle with Zachary too. Though I couldn’t remember exactly how Aubrey had plagiarized me in my previous life, this time I was fully prepared and would surely be safe. In my past life, Zachary had covered for her, but this time I knew what to expect—I was guarding against all of them. I didn’t use the company computer or network. Instead, I opened my personal laptop, installed anti-surveillance software, disconnected all communication devices, avoided all cameras, and didn’t even use company power. With extreme caution, I began crafting my new proposal. Creating marketing plans had long been second nature to me. Sydney had praised my intelligence more than once, even hoping I’d inherit her business empire. Unfortunately, I was passionate about and focused solely on my current job, with little interest in anything else. The strong-willed Sydney was disappointed in me and simply left Zachary and me in this small city while she went abroad to build her career. Sadly, in my previous life, everything happened so suddenly that I never got to see Sydney one last time. Now, living again, I couldn’t wait to see her once more. This time I was prepared, eliminating any possibility of Aubrey stealing from me. This project, these clients—they should have been mine all along. This time I would definitely strike back hard! I threw myself completely into the proposal, and before I knew it, I’d completed a third of it. This approach was from an angle I’d never tried before, distilled from years of experience as a top Christmas sales performer. There was no way Aubrey could guess it. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretched lazily to take a short break, and picked up my cup to get some coffee. In the break room, Aubrey was chatting with other colleagues. Seeing me enter, she didn’t avoid the topic at all—in fact, she openly shared her new ideas and progress with me. “Why are you telling her everything?” A colleague beside her nudged her with an elbow. “With those little tricks of yours, you’ll just embarrass yourself in front of Juliet.” Aubrey replied, “Juliet would never laugh at me. As a newcomer, I definitely still have a lot to learn. I wonder what direction her proposal is taking—I’ll definitely have to study it carefully when the time comes.”

Aubrey gave me a playful wink. To everyone else, she appeared to be a charming girl, but I felt a chill run straight up my spine to the back of my neck, nearly causing me to drop my coffee. The proposal she’d presented was identical to the concept I’d just jotted down in my moment of inspiration. Not only that, but she’d even continued along my line of thinking, progressing even faster than I had. What the hell was going wrong? I felt ice-cold all over, as if Christian was surrounded by countless watching eyes. In my panic, I instinctively reached for the necklace at my throat, taking several deep breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t go on like this. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t let Aubrey lead me around by the nose again. I could take it or leave it—it was just a proposal, after all. I didn’t want it anymore! So without hesitation, I threw that proposal—once again “borrowed” by Aubrey—straight into the paper shredder. This time I was even more cautious. I drove two hours out to my grandmother’s house in the countryside and locked myself in a small room. I disconnected all network devices and handwrote a new proposal under nothing but the dim glow of a desk lamp. Even Zachary didn’t know my grandmother’s exact address. I refused to believe that Aubrey could still eavesdrop on me or steal my ideas under these conditions! Handwriting was inefficient, so I worked through the night, finally completing the basic framework of the proposal just before dawn. I carefully sealed these pages in my bag, confirming that no one else besides me had seen the content. Only then did I turn my phone back on. The moment it powered up, messages nearly exploded my phone—the screen was filled with Zachary’s missed calls and unread messages. He’d posted in the company group chat asking: “Juliet! Where the hell did you disappear to without a word? “At such a critical moment, what’s with the attitude? Even Aubrey knows to stay put at the company like she should. What about you? “I won’t give you any special treatment. If you don’t come back, you can expect to be fired!” While Zachary had often “fairly and sternly” scolded me in front of my colleagues before, this was the first time he’d publicly criticized and belittled me like this. I figured he was starting to pave the way for Aubrey—their little scheme was becoming harder to hide. Thinking of all the despicable things Zachary had done in my past life made me even angrier. His sanctimonious act was absolutely disgusting! I wanted nothing more than to rush back to the company immediately and have the client give him a good thrashing too! The resentment from both my past and present lives erupted like a volcano in my heart. Without bothering to rest, I immediately rushed back to the company to confront him. During our argument, my handwritten third version of the proposal fell out of my bag. Emily, sharp-eyed as always, exclaimed: “Isn’t this Aubrey’s proposal?” Immediately, chatter broke out all around, and I looked completely bewildered. Aubrey put on a pitiful act: “Juliet, I uploaded the electronic version of this proposal half an hour ago. Even if you like it, you can’t just copy it outright!” I couldn’t believe it and angrily retorted: “You’re lying! I handwrote this myself—what does it have to do with you?” However, Aubrey’s publication time was earlier, and the other colleagues had all witnessed it, so doubts immediately arose. “Oh my God, could all her previous proposals have been copied too?” “She’s so shameless! Someone else worked so hard on that proposal, and she just copies it like that—how disgusting!” “Who knows how she became the top salesperson before? Last time I even saw her get into Mr. Gordon’s car.”

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This Christmas marks the seventh year since I, Camila Jones, married Jonah Bradley. After his thirty-second mistress showed up at my door, I finally decided to let go. I decided to dedicate myself to serving my country and disappear completely from his world. But he broke down and frantically searched for any trace of me. He said, “Camila, I was wrong. Please come back.” In the past, just one soft word from him would make me turn around. Unfortunately, this time, he’s destined to be disappointed. ***** When Jonah’s thirty-second mistress came to my door, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for him. The girl before me was barely twenty, young and beautiful, with a smug smile plastered across her face. She looked at me with contempt and said proudly, “Mrs. Bradley, I’m Lainey Wallace, Jonah’s girlfriend—his lover.” She glanced at the apron I was wearing and sneered, “Can’t the Bradley family even afford a maid? I guess this is the difference between being loved and not being loved. Jonah never lets me go into the kitchen—he says the cooking fumes damage your skin.” My gaze fell on Lainey’s delicate hands, and hearing her words, I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. A sharp pain shot through my fingertips. When I came back to my senses, I realized my finger had been cut by the knife, blood streaming down. Seeing my dazed state, Lainey laughed even more gleefully. She said softly, “Mrs. Bradley, they say the one who isn’t loved is the real third party. Jonah and I love each other, while to him, you’re nothing more than an obligation.” After saying this, she gently placed her hand over her stomach, her eyes sparkling with light. I suddenly felt like laughing. When Jonah’s previous thirty-one mistresses came to my door, they all claimed to be his “true love” too. But in the end, without exception, Jonah sent them all away. I thought this time would be no different, but looking at Lainey, an inexplicable uneasiness stirred in my heart, as if something was spiraling out of control. Seeing my lack of reaction, Lainey became frustrated: “Camila! You old woman, what gives you the right to cling to Jonah? You’re nothing but a burden to him! You’re incompetent and can’t even give him a child!” She pulled up her chat history with Jonah and held it in front of my face. Looking at their sweet conversations on the phone, my mind went completely blank. So Jonah could be this gentle with someone else—reminding her to eat breakfast on time and go to bed early. He would share many interesting stories with Lainey, even about a stray cat he encountered on the street. Lainey put away her phone and left, her high heels clicking. Ignoring the wound on my fingertip, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my chat history with Jonah. As always, I was the one doing all the talking, with Jonah’s replies few and far between. I smiled silently, then dialed his number. The call connected quickly. Jonah’s cold voice came through: “What is it?” Hearing his voice, my heart still ached with a sharp pain, tinged with grievance. I told him about Lainey’s visit. There was silence on the other end, then his breathing suddenly became rapid. Then Jonah said urgently, “Lainey’s still just a kid. I’ll have a proper talk with her later.” Hearing those words, my heart slowly sank. After knowing each other for so many years and loving him for so many years, how could I not understand that his heart had already fallen for Lainey? I looked at the burnt food in the pot and smiled bitterly. I should have realized long ago that my marriage with Jonah had already reached its end.

“Camila, you need to think this through carefully. Once you join the Sailing Plan, you’ll be heading to a research facility in the Mojave Desert, and you won’t be allowed to disclose your location to anyone. Your communications will be strictly monitored. You might not be able to return home, even if a loved one passes away.” As he spoke, the white-haired researcher Titus Owens’s eyes began to well up with tears, and he gently wiped the corner of his eye. Seeing him like this made my heart ache. I poured him a glass of water and said firmly, “You know my parents were military. Being able to contribute to our country—I’m sure they would be proud of me.” My words moved Titus, but he still urged me to reconsider: “Precisely because you come from a military family, we don’t want anything to happen to you. You have to understand, the research facility involves national secrets, and the mission is extremely dangerous. You’re still so young. If you can’t handle it and regret your decision, it’ll be too late.” I knew that in their eyes, I was still too young. They believed I should have a better, brighter future ahead of me. This path was too harsh, too dangerous. They worried I couldn’t handle such pressure. But looking at Titus’s frail figure, my heart filled with bittersweet emotion. If they could dedicate themselves completely to their country, how could I back down? I gently but firmly interrupted Titus: “I’ve already considered everything you’re worried about. Right now, I have no parents, no children, no friends, no attachments whatsoever.” As I said those words, Jonah’s image flashed through my mind, and my heart still couldn’t help but ache. Perhaps because we were about to part ways, those beautiful memories kept surfacing. But whenever I wanted to forgive him, the images of his thirty-two lovers would flood my mind. My eyes grew warm as I struggled to suppress the pain in my heart: “I’m also getting divorced from my husband. We haven’t had feelings for each other for a long time. Rather than wallowing in self-pity here, I’d rather pour all my energy into scientific research.” Seeing my unwavering determination, Titus sighed and pulled out a classified document from his worn briefcase. As he watched me sign the confidentiality agreement, tears filled his eyes: “Camila, welcome to the Sailing Plan. This is the settlement fund the country is providing you. We won’t shortchange anyone who serves their nation.” I had originally planned to leave with Titus immediately, but he gave me two months to properly say goodbye to the loved ones I wanted to bid farewell to. I quietly watched his shuffling figure disappear into the distance, a bitter smile crossing my lips. The truth was, in this city, I had always been alone. During my seven years of marriage to Jonah, I had devoted all my energy to him, and those friends had gradually drifted away from me. Two months might be too long. “What are you doing?” A familiar voice sounded beside my ear. It was Jonah. Seeing him appear at my doorstep surprised me. I couldn’t remember when he had stopped coming home regularly. It was always me asking hopefully when he’d return, and only then would he reluctantly come home. Looking at that familiar yet strange handsome face, I felt a sense of distance growing in my heart. After a moment’s thought, I decided not to tell him about my departure. After all, I only had two months before I’d be leaving. By then, we’d be strangers, and I wouldn’t need to explain anything to him. Besides, he wouldn’t care anyway. When Jonah didn’t get a response from me, his tone carried a hint of displeasure: “What did you say to Lainey today?” I was slightly taken aback. Then he growled in a low voice: “Lainey is just a kid—she’s innocent! Can’t you stop being so harsh with her!” Hearing Jonah’s accusation, I smiled weakly. After all these years of marriage, this was the first time he had gotten angry at me over one of his mistresses. The concern in his voice was unmistakable. I glanced at our wedding photo on the wall. In it, we were smiling so happily, our eyes full of love for each other. Back then, we had truly been in love. It’s just that this relationship had slowly worn away through day after day of arguments. During our courtship, I used to worry and ask him: “Do you think we’ll have a seven-year itch?” He would always hold me tight and say: “No way. We grew up together—we’ve already been through countless seven-year periods.” I was intoxicated in his embrace, but I forgot that marriage and dating are ultimately different things. “Camila!” Jonah’s angry voice thundered in my ears like lightning. I snapped back to reality. Looking at his darkened expression, I smiled faintly: “I didn’t say anything. It was actually your girlfriend who came to my house to flaunt your relationship, mocking me for being nothing but a burden, worse than a servant. She also told me that the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel…” Before I could finish, Jonah frowned and cut me off. He looked at me coldly: “Enough. Lainey just has a childish temper. She doesn’t mean any harm—you’re being too sensitive. Stop picking fights with her for no reason. Can’t you be more mature!” Looking at Jonah’s impatient expression, a wave of grievance suddenly washed over me. Just then, his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression instantly softened. He answered the call, and hearing that sweet voice on the other end, his smile deepened. Watching his retreating figure, I collapsed weakly to the floor. On the table, the words “Confidentiality Agreement” stood out in bold black letters on the document envelope. And he hadn’t asked a single question. He hadn’t always been like this.

Jonah and I grew up together. Both of my parents were military officers. When I was very young, I was kidnapped by terrorists. They took me to force my parents to betray their country and surrender to them. I was locked in a small, dark room, listening to the sounds of the terrorists confronting my parents outside. I pressed my ear against the cold door, desperately trying to make out what they were saying. In the end, all I heard were a few gunshots. The outside fell into deathly silence. No matter how much I screamed, there was no response. In that moment, I was terrified. I don’t know how much time passed before the door was opened. Jonah’s anxious and horrified face appeared before me, followed by a large group of police officers. I frantically searched among those familiar faces for my parents. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find them. That’s when I realized that to save me and completely eliminate the terrorists, they had chosen to perish together with the enemy. I became an orphan. I lost my home. The Bradley family took me in. From then on, I lived in the Bradley mansion. But that experience of witnessing terrorists up close and living through my parents’ death left me with deep psychological trauma. I became afraid of the dark and scared of being alone. I couldn’t truly trust anyone. The only person who gave me peace was Jonah. On the day I was rescued, when the blinding light poured in, I saw Jonah standing before me with tears streaming down his face. During those days when I withdrew into myself, Jonah stayed by my side. He held my hand and softly sang lullabies to me. Whenever I woke up from nightmares, the first thing I saw was always his worried expression. Under the careful care of the Bradley family and Jonah, I slowly emerged from the shadows. Even though I was still afraid of the dark and being alone, as long as I could hear Jonah’s voice, I could fall asleep peacefully. So he would call me every day to help me fall asleep. Even when I woke up from nightmares again, I could immediately hear his gentle voice. When I was fifteen, a boy from a neighboring school stopped me and handed me a pink envelope with a blushing face. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Jonah suddenly appeared beside me, returned the envelope to the boy, and rejected him on my behalf. The boy asked with some displeasure: “Who are you to decide for her? Just because she lives in your house, you get to make decisions for Camila?” Jonah had a faint smile on his face. He stood beside me, took my hand, and said gently but firmly: “I’m Camila’s family, and I’m also her boyfriend. Tell me, don’t I have the right to decide for her?” I used to think about how sweet the memories between Jonah and me were. But now, seeing the understanding and love between him and Lainey, my heart aches just as much. I treated Jonah as my salvation. But now he’s my poison. I calmly deleted our photos together one by one, and packed up the gifts he had given me piece by piece. Jonah often gave me gifts, some expensive, some cheap. The cheapest was a flower crown that had long since withered. It was something he wove for me by hand on the day we decided to get married. I had treasured it for these seven years. Looking at its dried and withered state now, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. While I was packing, Jonah’s parents appeared at the door. Seeing them, I felt a wave of shame. They had always been good to me, treating me like their own daughter. Yet I had left without a word, not even thinking about how sad they would be when they found out. Seeing me packing, Jonah’s mother Dianna Bradley looked surprised: “Camila, what are you packing? Did Jonah make you angry again?” Her kind eyes almost made me want to throw myself into her arms and cry about all the grievances of these past days. But I held back. I said calmly: “I was just worried about things getting moldy, so I took them out to check.” Seeing them carrying large bags, I asked curiously: “Why did you come so suddenly? You should have told us in advance so I could pick you up.” They exchanged glances, their expressions complex. Dianna was about to speak when Jonah’s father Peter Bradley grabbed her hand and shook his head. She sighed helplessly and forced a smile: “We haven’t visited you two in a long time, so we came to see you. We just got off the plane and we’re a bit tired, so we’ll go rest first.” With that, they hurried upstairs. I washed a plate of cherries and, carrying their forgotten suitcase, went upstairs to find them. But at their door, I heard Dianna’s complaining voice: “Why didn’t you let me tell her just now?” Peter replied helplessly: “Camila loves Jonah so much, how could you bear to make her divorce him?” Dianna’s tone became sharp: “But Lainey is already pregnant with Jonah’s child. You can’t let this child be born illegitimate! Haven’t we been good enough to Camila these twenty-plus years? She can’t have children, but plenty of people can give Jonah children! Jonah likes Lainey, so she should be sensible and let go!” I stood at the door, feeling as if I’d been nailed to the spot. After a long time, I realized tears were already streaming down my face. I quickly dragged the suitcase away, but accidentally bumped the lock while turning around. Inside was a whole case of baby supplies.

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After the real daughter of the wealthy family returned, I, the fake daughter, consciously dragged my suitcase and went back to the house in the countryside. I thought I would face a family of old, weak, sick, and disabled, with a few sheep in the sheepfold. However, my big brother is a big shot in the legal world, my second brother is a rising star in the medical field, and my third brother is a crazy and arrogant school bully. Wait, the sheep on those hills, and those hills as well, do they all belong to my family?

My mom asked me who I wanted to marry. This time, I didn’t choose Simon Hughes. Instead, I chose his younger uncle, Daniel Hughes. Her reaction was instant, her gaze sharp and full of disbelief, like I’d just slapped her across the face. After all, everyone in the city knew Simon and I were inseparable, practically joined at the hip since childhood. For ten years, I’d chased him and made it clear I wouldn’t marry anyone else. But that was the old me, the version of myself that no longer existed. A bitter smile tugged at my lips as memories of my past life—before I was reborn—flooded my mind. In that life, after Simon and I married, I came to a heartbreaking realization. He’d never once laid a finger on me. At first, I told myself it was personal—maybe it was just something he couldn’t help. I made excuses for him and tried to convince myself it didn’t matter. But then, on our golden wedding anniversary, I walked into a room I’d never seen before. It was locked away, hidden, and filled with photos of my cousin. That’s when it hit me. It wasn’t that Simon was asexual. He just didn’t love me. Now, in this second life, I was done wasting time on someone who would never love me in return. I decided to let them be together, once and for all. But as I walked down the aisle toward Daniel, Simon’s face turned pale, and he completely lost control. ***** Three days after my official engagement to Simon Hughes, I ran into him at a party. Naturally, His friends spotted me, and—of course—they couldn’t resist. They were already laughing, clearly having a field day at my expense. “Simon, look who it is—your little shadow is here again!” one of them called out with a grin. “Bianca, you’re already engaged to Simon, and yet you’re still hanging around him? Shouldn’t you be letting the poor guy enjoy his own party before you tie him down?” another one chimed in. When Simon saw me, his annoyance was pretty much written all over his face. “Bianca,” he spat, “are you really this desperate to get married to me? You didn’t even bother getting my approval before locking down this engagement. And now the whole damn city’s talking about it. You’ve got some nerve.” His disgust hit me like a punch in the gut. I had to take a deep breath and steady myself before I said anything back. “It didn’t need your approval. I’m not marrying you.” The room burst into laughter. Simon’s friends practically doubled over. They laughed so hard. Of course, they couldn’t resist piling on. “Simon,” one of them yelled, “better watch out! Your fiancée’s about to pull another stunt to get your attention!” Simon just shook his head, looking more and more annoyed. “Bianca, now you’re trying to play hard to get?” I couldn’t help but smirk. “With the Hughes family? If I’m not marrying you, who else will marry you?” He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s not forget, you’ve been saying since we were kids that you’d marry me. The whole city already thinks you’re mine.” Then, he whispered, “I’ll let this engagement slide, but don’t forget—yeah, I can give you a big wedding, but the marriage license? That’s only for the one I actually want to marry.” I froze. In my past life, Simon had followed through with his family’s plans at this exact moment, and we’d gotten our marriage registered. ‘Could it be that he had been reborn, too?’ Before I could even process what was happening, my cousin Audrey appeared at the party. The moment she spotted me standing next to Simon, her face twisted in distress, and tears began to spill from her eyes. “Bianca, Simon, I heard you’re getting married soon. I didn’t bring a gift, but I wish you both all the happiness in the world…” she stammered, her voice breaking every word. Before she could finish, Audrey turned and bolted, sobbing as she ran off. “Look at what you’ve done, Bianca,” Simon muttered under his breath, giving me a furious glare before rushing after her without another word. When they came back, their fingers were locked together, tight as ever. Audrey’s lips were swollen and red, and there was a hickey on Simon’s neck. The whole room was watching, waiting to see what I’d do. In my previous life, if I saw another woman getting too close to Simon, I’d make a scene to make sure everyone knew I was still his.   Simon stepped forward, positioning Audrey behind him like some kind of shield, his face wearing this weird, expectant expression. But I didn’t give him the reaction he was clearly hoping for. Minutes passed, and his smug little face started to falter. Then, he sneered, “Well, look at that. At least you’ve grown up a little. No screaming or throwing a fit like you used to.” I didn’t even dignify his jab with a response. As the party wound down and we all started heading toward the door, Simon stopped me in my tracks. “It’s late, and it’s not safe. I’ll give you a ride,” he said. Since the ride was free and I wasn’t about to walk home, I didn’t argue. I climbed into the backseat, but Simon was faster than me. He blocked the front passenger seat and said, “You’re sitting in the back.” With that, he gently helped Audrey into the front seat, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m sorry. Bianca,” Audrey said with feigned concern. “Simon’s just being protective. He’s afraid I’ll get car sick…” I didn’t say anything. I just slid into the backseat, exactly where I’d planned to sit in the first place. The whole ride home was just Simon and Audrey talking and laughing like they were the only two people on the planet. At a red light, Audrey teased Simon, asking him to help her with some lip balm. They exchanged this look, and I swear, the tension in the air thickened. Suddenly, Simon whipped his head toward the rearview mirror like he’d just remembered I was in the car. When his eyes met mine, and I pointedly stared out the window, trying to ignore them, his expression faltered for a moment.

For a moment, I saw raw anger flash across his face. Then, before I could even process it, he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. When we pulled up to my place, Simon did something I really wasn’t expecting. He grabbed my arm again. “Alright, enough with the act,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Don’t pretend like you don’t care. It’s beneath you.” With that, he shoved a bracelet into my hand. “This is your engagement gift from me,” he added, his voice dripping with condescension. “As long as you stay in line, I’ll throw you a wedding. At least, on paper, everyone will think you’re my wife.” I glanced up at him, locking eyes. “And who exactly are you planning to marry? Audrey?” Simon’s face twisted with rage, but there was something almost smug underneath it as if he was enjoying the chaos he was causing. “I knew it. You’ve been pretending the whole time,” he sneered. “Listen up—don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone in either of our families. My relationship with Audrey is none of your business. She’s kind and fragile—nothing like your petty little schemes.” His voice dropped low, almost a warning. “If you ever hurt her, don’t think for a second I’ll still go through with this wedding.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He was too much of a coward to be honest with the Hughes family, yet somehow, I was the one painted as the villain in all of this. I didn’t say another word. I just turned on my heel and walked into my apartment, the weight of it all pressing down on me. The moment I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a video from Audrey. I hesitated before opening it, but when I did, there they were—Simon, gently helping Audrey fasten a necklace around her neck. The brand was unmistakable. And then it hit me: the bracelet Simon had just given me was the freebie that came with that very necklace. They were so close, their necks almost touching. And then, as the camera zoomed in, they kissed. The sound of it pierced the silence of the car—sharp, intrusive, like a slap to my chest. [Bianca, Simon must have told you by now, right? After the wedding, he’s going to marry me legally.] [Just so you know, without a legal marriage, there’s no inheritance rights. Guess it’s my turn to become the richest woman in Evergreen City!] Audrey… she’d been reborn too. It all clicked. Even though Simon and Audrey had no connection in our past life, this time, just days into it, they were already acting like a couple. Doing all the things lovers do. It was as if they had an unspoken understanding as if they were trying to pick up exactly where they left off. I lowered my gaze, memories of my past life flooding back. I thought about when I first married into the Hughes family. Right after the wedding, it felt like everything changed. The company started receiving a flood of partnership offers, landing new contracts left and right. Hughes Enterprises’ assets skyrocketed, and before long, they had become the richest company in Los Angeles.   The patriarch of the Hughes family was convinced I was the one bringing good fortune to Simon. Strangely enough, the family seemed to like me more and more with each passing day. They treated me like I was one of their own like I truly belonged. Despite Simon’s cold indifference, I honestly thought I was happy. That was until I found the photos. One afternoon, my mom came into my room with some surprising news. “Daniel, Simon’s younger uncle, is coming back from Europe in five days,” she said. I froze, caught off guard. Daniel had never married in my past life, and I certainly didn’t expect our arranged marriage to progress so quickly. I vaguely remembered Daniel. One thing was clear, though. He was always a good guy, almost like an older brother to me. Marrying him now felt like it would bring me more peace than tying the knot with anyone else. I wasn’t sure why, but the thought of him felt… right. The next morning, I was up early, working away in my studio on the design for my wedding dress. I’ve been sketching out my dream wedding dress since college when I studied fashion design. But every design I came up with back then had to fit Simon’s tastes. He wouldn’t let me use any design elements I liked—everything had to be for him. But now? Now, I was free. Free to design the dress I loved, the one I’d actually want to wear—while marrying someone else. A few days later, I finished putting the final touches on my dress and decided to grab a coffee from the breakroom. That was when I saw Audrey’s post on social media. In the photo, she was wearing my wedding dress. But it wasn’t the gown I had envisioned. The gown was cut in half and turned into a super-short skirt. To make matters worse, she was grinding against Simon, their bodies pressed so close as they danced. [Simon knew I needed a dress, so he specially sent this one to me. Gosh, I feel so spoiled right now!] I could hardly believe my eyes. My heart pounded in my chest as anger shot through me. Without a second thought, I stormed toward the fifth-floor ballroom, furious and ready to blow up. There they were—Audrey and Simon—dancing like the world had disappeared around them. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, swaying with an intensity that made it feel like they were the only two people in the room. “This is my wedding dress!” I shouted, unable to keep my fury in check. “How dare you give it to her?! And ruin it like this?!” Audrey immediately launched into her act, playing the innocent, helpless girl. Her eyes filled with fake tears, her voice quivering. “Simon, did I do something wrong? Why is she so angry?” she whined, acting all soft and fragile. Simon, of course, stepped in front of her, blocking me from her view like I was some sort of threat. “Bianca, it’s just a dress!” he sneered. “Besides, you’re still going to wear it for me at the wedding. So what’s the big deal? If it’s that important to you, why not just make a new one?” My blood boiled. “Who says I’m wearing it for you?” I shot back, my voice colder than I meant it to be. “This is the dress I’m wearing for my wedding.” Simon scoffed and shook his head like I was some naive child. “Come on, Bianca, don’t act like you don’t know. Your wedding is our wedding. I already agreed to marry you. There’s no need to keep up this act.” That was it. I was done.

I glanced at the scissors lying on the nearby table, grabbed them, and walked straight toward Audrey’s dress. Without hesitation, I sliced the hem of the fabric, cutting it near her leg. “Simon,” I said, my voice cold and sharp, every word carrying weight, “since you’re so sure of yourself, watch closely. I won’t settle for anything dirty. And I won’t keep the dress stained.” Simon froze, his eyes wide with shock. In the past, no matter how I acted—whether playful or bratty—he’d never seen me like this. Never seen me so serious, so determined. His instincts kicked in, and he reached for me, but before he could make a move, Audrey’s high-pitched voice sliced through the tension. “Simon, my leg! I think I scraped it. It really hurts, but don’t worry about me. Go take care of her. This is all my fault…” Simon hesitated for a moment, torn between me and Audrey. He looked from my retreating form to her, and then back at me. After a long, suffocating pause, he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Don’t worry about her. An insecure woman like her needs to be taught a lesson. Maybe this will help her reflect.” I couldn’t respond. My body went numb, and my heart felt like it had dropped into a void. I just stood there, watching as my wedding dress—the one I’d poured my heart into—began to fall apart in my hands. The delicate fabric unraveled, just like everything else in my life. I wiped my eyes quietly, trying to hold my emotions together, but the weight of everything I’d lost hit me like a freight train. All that effort, all that hope…was ruined in an instant.   If a single wedding dress could teach me everything I needed to know about someone’s character, then maybe I should consider myself lucky. After all, I was finally seeing Simon for who he really was—no delusions left. Tonight was the family dinner where I’d officially meet Daniel. First impressions were everything, and I knew I had to look my best. I didn’t want to give anyone the chance to question me, especially not after everything that had gone down with Simon and Audrey. I took a quick moment to freshen up and gave myself a little pep talk. When I felt ready, I headed down to the underground parking garage. And that’s when I noticed it—Simon’s Maserati, gently rocking back and forth in the distance. Curiosity gnawed at me as I walked closer, but when I got close enough to see inside the half-open window, my stomach twisted. There they were—Simon and Audrey. She was sprawled across his lap, her eyes half-lidded as she moved up and down. Even though I already knew Simon didn’t love me, seeing it with my own eyes still hit like a punch to the chest. For a brief moment, our eyes met. There was a flash of panic in his gaze, but it was gone in a second, quickly replaced by that smirk of his. To taunt me even more, he gently swept Audrey’s hair aside and kissed her deeply, his movements slow and exaggerated. Audrey’s soft whimpers echoed in the garage, loud and calculated. I turned away, trying to keep my face neutral, and climbed into my own car. I had more important things to focus on tonight. As I made my way to the Hughes family estate, I stopped by a store to grab a gift—a high-end silk tie for Daniel. When I arrived, I was surprised to find Simon pulling up at the same time. He stepped out of his car, and from where I stood, I could clearly see used condoms scattered across the passenger seat. ‘Real classy.’ For a moment, his expression flickered with something like embarrassment when he saw me holding the gift bag. But that passed quickly, replaced by his usual smug look. “Bought me a gift?” he drawled, taking a step toward me. “Let me see it.” I jerked the bag behind my back, pulling it out of his reach. “It’s not for you,” I said flatly. Simon snorted, blowing out a cloud of smoke like I wasn’t even worth his time. “You saw what happened in the garage, right?” he said, his voice annoyingly casual. “I know you’re obsessed with me, but I’ve told you before—this wedding is yours, but the marriage certificate belongs to Audrey. She’s the one who’s being slighted here.” He leaned in a little closer, his arrogance growing. “It’s perfectly normal for us to do what we just did. She’s my legal wife-to-be, after all. Oh, and our marital home? She’ll probably stop by once in a while for a night or two. You’ll have to get used to it eventually. It’s for your own good.” I couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. Even though I’d already decided I wouldn’t marry him, I hadn’t expected him to be so shameless—so blatant in flaunting his infidelity right in front of me. I turned to walk away, but, of course, he grabbed my arm again. “Listen,” he said, his voice lowering, “My uncle will be at the dinner tonight. He’s important to the family, so this is a big deal. I’m giving you a lot of face by letting you come.” I barely suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “One more thing—if my grandfather and dad ask about the marriage license, just tell them we’ve already registered, alright? And about Audrey’s little injury this afternoon—you’ll need to apologize to her after dinner. Don’t forget. Until the wedding is official, I can still change my mind.” With that, he strode into the Hughes family estate like he hadn’t just made a complete fool of himself. I let out a long breath, gripping the gift bag in my hand. ‘Fine,’ I told myself. ‘He’ll find out soon enough who I’m really marrying.’ Most of the Hughes family patriarchs were seated inside the dining hall. Daniel hadn’t arrived yet, so I quietly slipped into a seat far from Simon, deliberately leaving an open spot next to me for him. Simon noticed immediately and frowned, a look of irritation crossing his face. Annoyed, he got up and moved to sit right next to me. “You’re getting more dramatic these days,” he muttered, eyeing the empty seat beside me. “There’s already a seat saved for you over there. Why are you trying to make a scene?” I ignored him just as I was about to tell him that the seat wasn’t for him when a tall, commanding figure appeared at the entrance. Daniel entered the dining hall, his tailored designer suit fitting him perfectly. His strides were steady and confident, each movement radiating poise and dignity.

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My name is Lydia, and on the day my sister Leila and I were waiting for adoption at the orphanage, two people arrived—a man and a woman. Leila had always been proud and arrogant, and she immediately set her sights on the well-dressed lady, Phoebe Schmidt, while I was taken away by a plainly dressed man named Jason Smith. Little did I know that Jason was actually a low-key wealthy man. After adopting me, he publicly announced my identity in front of everyone. In contrast, Leila was strictly disciplined by Phoebe, constantly facing beatings and punishments for the slightest mistakes, and eventually even being bullied at school. When she was drenched with dirty water and shivering, I was being escorted away surrounded by admirers. She hated me to the core and pushed me off a high building when I wasn’t paying attention. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of adoption. Watching Leila unhesitatingly choose Jason, I knew she had been reborn too. On the day we parted, Leila smiled meaningfully. She said, “Lydia, from now on I’m going to live the high life. If you can’t find food to eat, I might even spare you a bite or two.” I appeared furious on the surface, but inside I was already bursting with joy. In this lifetime, let Leila thoroughly enjoy her wealthy lifestyle. ***** “Can I call you daddy? You look just like my father from my memories.” “I really miss my daddy so much.” When Leila tearfully grabbed Connor’s hand, I knew she had been reborn too. Her eyes were misty with tears, and though her face was still childish, it already showed the outline of a future beauty. Sure enough, Connor’s eyes lit up, and he quickly helped her up with concern. “Ms. Hanson, this little girl and I are meant to be. I’ll take her.” Director Caroline Hanson, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but look at Leila a few more times, seemingly puzzled by her sudden change of mind in giving up such a good opportunity to someone else. Seeing this, Phoebe coldly pointed at me: “Then I’ll adopt her.” On the day we parted, Leila smiled meaningfully. She said, “Lydia, from now on I’m going to live the high life. If you can’t find food to eat, I might even spare you a bite or two.” I appeared furious on the surface, but inside I was already bursting with joy. In this lifetime, let Leila thoroughly enjoy her wealthy lifestyle. In my previous life, Leila had unhesitatingly chosen the well-dressed Phoebe. She had always been materialistic, learning to judge people by their appearance from a young age. So on adoption day, she had rushed to kneel before Phoebe just like today, leaving me to be adopted by Connor. But when she truly entered the Schmidt family villa, she discovered it wasn’t the paradise she had imagined. Leila had expected a princess life of being waited on hand and foot, but Phoebe educated her in the harshest way possible. Any slight mistake would result in scolding and physical punishment. And because of her arrogance, thinking that becoming the Schmidt family’s adopted daughter made her superior, she acted high-profile at school and offended many people. But Phoebe didn’t stand up for her; instead, she watched coldly from the sidelines. Combined with the fact that the other Schmidt family relatives were no pushovers either, Leila was bullied by classmates at school and had to endure cold mockery from relatives at home. Her days were unbearably miserable. Meanwhile, after being adopted by Connor, I was showered with love. My face, originally gaunt from malnutrition, gradually revealed stunning beauty under careful care. By my sophomore year in college, I transferred to Leila’s school. When she was drenched with dirty water and shivering, I was being escorted away surrounded by admirers. At the evening party, I performed a piano piece on stage, stealing all the spotlight. Students in the audience, looking at our similar faces, couldn’t help but whisper: “Leila really looks like Lydia, but their fates are worlds apart.” Leila clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her flesh. Later, Connor formally acknowledged my identity in front of all the wealthy families in the city, calling me his long-lost biological daughter. At that moment, Leila’s jealousy reached its peak. She found an opportunity to kill me, pushing me off a high building. That face full of hatred is something I’ll never forget. Only after my death did I finally understand how wrong I had been. I had once thought that my mother’s dying words were asking me to take care of Leila, so I protected her in every way, even though I was only one year older than her. Whatever good things there were at the orphanage, I gave to her. She grew plump while I remained thin. To take care of her, I even deliberately held back a grade just to be in the same class as her. But in Leila’s eyes, all of this was taken for granted—she never felt a trace of gratitude. And in this lifetime, she rushed to choose Connor, hoping to live a life of unlimited glory. But what she doesn’t know is that to possess anything, one must pay the corresponding price. What she sees as suffering might just be the opportunity for my rebirth.

Phoebe had never married and was the only daughter in her family. After her father died in a car accident, she single-handedly became the head of the Schmidt family. In just ten years, the Schmidt family’s assets multiplied several times under her leadership, transforming from an established capitalist family into a formidable force in the business world. No wonder Leila became so arrogant after becoming the Schmidt family’s adopted daughter. However, precisely because Phoebe was so decisive in her actions, she had offended quite a few relatives both openly and behind the scenes. Those people who only cared about money all coveted her wealth. After learning that Phoebe had no intention of marrying, they tried every means to push their children in front of her, hoping to win her favor. But Phoebe always kept these people at arm’s length, and eventually went straight to an orphanage to adopt a child. This was the reason Leila suffered so much bullying in her previous life. Even though I was mentally prepared, I only realized after actually entering the Schmidt mansion that life would be far more difficult than I had imagined. Phoebe enrolled me in a nearby school. I studied during the day and had to take additional tutoring for two hours every evening when I returned home. On weekends, I was arranged to learn various skills—horseback riding, archery, piano, and dancing. Whenever I had free time, Phoebe would personally supervise me. The moment she noticed me getting distracted or tired, she would immediately make me stand until I was alert again. By the time I returned to bed each night, the moon was already high in the sky. This lifestyle continued for two full years before Phoebe’s attitude toward me gradually became less distant. In our interactions, there were also moments of unintentional intimacy that would slip through. Although Phoebe was strict, under my efforts, my grades kept improving and my body became stronger due to the regular routine. I was grateful to her. However, Phoebe’s change in attitude toward me became a naked threat in the eyes of other Schmidt family members. Phoebe had many relatives, but after two years of living together, I clearly knew that these people only cared about profit. Initially, they thought Phoebe’s attention to me was just novelty, until they witnessed Phoebe showing me genuine tenderness—then they panicked. If I could really establish myself firmly, what would be left for them to share? So they began using any means necessary to drive me away. When Phoebe wasn’t around, they deliberately withheld my meals and soaked my bed sheets. At school, their children widely publicized my orphan status, stirring up public opinion and making people point fingers at me. I endured it all but never paid them any attention. I had suffered much more in my previous life—what did this little torment matter? Seeing that I showed no reaction, they chose to get physical. A group of girls led by Phoebe’s eldest niece, Amber Schmidt, surrounded me, their faces filled with anger and contempt. Amber said, “My diamond necklace is missing. Did you steal it! “It must be you! A child from an orphanage—what good things have you ever seen? Don’t think that just because Aunt Phoebe shows you a kind face, you’re really the Schmidt family heir! “Either hand over the necklace or get out of our house!” She shouted while trying to search me. I looked at this group of teenage girls with a light laugh. Well, to drive me away, they really would use any method. I shook my head, my tone calm: “I didn’t take your necklace. You’re just jealous because Ms. Schmidt treats me well. “You bully me at home and isolate me at school, but unfortunately, I don’t care. I’m not as low as you are.” The girls turned red in the face after I hit their sore spot, glaring at me furiously. Amber raged, “Don’t waste words with this b*tch—let’s do this! When Aunt Phoebe finds out, she’ll definitely kick her out!” Before she finished speaking, four girls pounced on me, forcefully tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair, forcing my head up as slap after slap landed heavily on my face, sending waves of dull pain through me. Amber said contemptuously, “Hmph, you still dare to glare at me? Beat her up!”

I glanced at their phones recording the whole thing—finally, I had solid evidence. I’d chosen to endure until now, waiting for the right moment to strike back. I didn’t want to cause trouble, but I sure wasn’t afraid of it either. The next second, I slammed my head into one girl’s stomach, then kicked her leg hard. When another girl tried to help, I grabbed her hair first and threw her against the desk. Then it was Amber’s turn. She’d hit me the hardest, so I tackled her and pounded my fists into her body, targeting spots that wouldn’t show. The last girl stood frozen in shock. When she finally snapped out of it, she kicked me in the back and punched me twice in the face, making my nose bleed. There were no winners in this fight. I got beaten up, but those four weren’t much better off. They were pampered rich girls who didn’t fight with the same desperation I did. All five of us ended up in the hospital. With the video as evidence, I was acting in self-defense, while they received official reprimands. Afterward, Phoebe came to see me. She asked, “Someone was bullying you? Why didn’t you tell me?” I said, “Telling you wouldn’t have helped. They just wanted to bully me and force me to leave.” I looked up, jumped down from the bed, and knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes directly. “Ms. Schmidt, I know why you adopted me. You hate the Schmidt family, hate those relatives who only care about profit, so you want someone to deal with them for you. I’ll be the sharpest blade in your hand.” Phoebe stared at me for a long time—so long my knees went numb—before she suddenly chuckled softly. “Get up. Don’t call me Ms. Schmidt anymore. Just call me Mom. Hope, don’t let me down…” I lowered my head, a slight smile crossing my face. I’d guessed right. As the head of the Schmidt family, how could Phoebe not know everything I’d been through? She was just testing me. She’d seen my patience, and she’d seen my ruthlessness when I fought back. I knew I’d passed this test. From that day on, I clearly noticed Phoebe’s attitude toward me change. She looked at me more often, and her smiles became more genuine. When I saw Leila again, it was on exactly the same day as in my previous life. She wore expensive haute couture and carried herself with commanding presence. Her skin was flawless as jade, and her shy, hesitant eyes made her look particularly endearing. At that moment, I was hunched over the client requirements Phoebe had given me two days earlier, scratching my head in frustration. If I couldn’t come up with a good proposal, Phoebe would definitely pile on more work tonight, and I didn’t want to pull an all-nighter. On the platform, Leila was introducing herself to the class: “Hello everyone, I’m Leila Smith. I’ve been studying abroad, and I hope we can all get along well for the next two years.” I looked up just as our eyes met. Hers were full of smugness and challenge. She even showed off in front of everyone, deliberately having the principal accompany her on a full tour of the campus. After school, I stood at the gate waiting for Phoebe to pick me up. A luxury sedan pulled up in front of me, the window slowly rolling down to reveal Leila’s face. She got out and stood before me. “Lydia, how have you been lately? Does that woman beat and scold you? How does it feel to be bullied?” I pulled out my phone and texted Phoebe without looking up. I said, “If I’m not doing well, are you doing any better? I heard the Smith family absolutely dotes on you.” Leila’s face instantly turned pale at my words. Connor had an only son named Jason Smith, who had a twisted personality. The reason he adopted a girl was to find Jason a companion. In my previous life, after I was adopted, Jason bullied me relentlessly. He wouldn’t let me go out or attend school. What I ate, what I wore—he decided everything. In my life, there wasn’t a shred of personal space. It was a life filled with humiliation that I couldn’t escape.

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