Author: Momo Chan

After my rebirth, the first thing I did was grab a baseball bat and swing it at my fake paralyzed adoptive parents, Julian and Mary Thornton. In my previous life, after Julian and Mary suddenly became “paralyzed,” the responsibility of caring for my younger brother Jacob Thornton fell entirely on my shoulders. To support them, I was forced to drop out of school. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. I returned to my hometown to share this good news with Julian and Mary. But the moment I walked through the door, I saw the “paralyzed” Julian and Mary standing perfectly fine, embracing a girl who looked exactly like me, calling her “my daughter” with faces full of affection. I couldn’t believe it. I approached them to demand an explanation, only to be pushed to the ground with disgust written all over their faces. They mocked me without any attempt to hide their contempt, and that’s when I finally understood—I was the switched daughter of a wealthy family, having had my identity swapped with their biological daughter since childhood. “If we hadn’t needed you to support Jacob, we would’ve thrown you out on the streets long ago. Now that Jacob’s gotten into college, you’re worthless. Get lost.” At Mary’s command, bodyguards swarmed me, pinning me to the ground. And my brother, whom I had protected since childhood, just stood there coldly, watching me get beaten to death without a trace of pity in his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. ***** “Oh, Julian, you two are so unfortunate. Your youngest son is still so small, and now you’ve both collapsed. Trudy, you need to be more sensible from now on. Your family’s Jacob still needs your care. This household depends entirely on you now.” The neighbors offered their concerns—some genuine, others just watching the drama unfold—giving me these instructions. I looked at Julian and Mary in their wheelchairs again, my heart filled with indescribable complexity. For a moment, I felt dazed—I really had been given a second chance at life. In my previous life, when I came home from school, the house was already packed with people. The mayor stood among the crowd, his face grave as he told me that Julian and Mary had been in an accident at the construction site, struck by falling steel beams and both completely paralyzed. I fainted on the spot from crying. When I woke up, Julian and Mary had already been wheeled into the house, sitting in wheelchairs. Jacob was still young and too frightened to say a word. I tried to balance school with caring for three people, but it was impossible to keep up, so I eventually had to drop out. Later, when Jacob grew older, he needed to attend high school in the city center. I worked during the day and stayed with Jacob in a small apartment in the city at night, cooking and doing laundry for him daily, while also hiring caregivers for Julian and Mary. My efforts weren’t in vain—Jacob eventually got into MIT. That Christmas, as soon as I received the notification, I immediately bought a ticket home, wanting to tell Julian and Mary the news in person. But the moment I walked through the front door, I saw Julian and Mary, who had been paralyzed for over a decade, standing there full of life, holding a girl who looked exactly like me. Where was even a trace of illness on their faces? Meanwhile, I looked like an old woman, haggard from years of malnutrition. I couldn’t help but tremble as I approached them for an explanation, but they coldly pushed me to the ground. “You were born a pitiful wretch. Lucky for you that you somewhat resemble Emma. Might as well tell you now—your real father is the New York tycoon Cassian Winslow, but now he’s Emma’s father. If we hadn’t needed you to put Jacob through school, we would’ve left you on the streets long ago. Now that you’re useless, it’s time for you to leave so Emma can enjoy life.” That’s when I finally understood—I wasn’t their child. They had faked their paralysis because they didn’t want to raise me, this burden, while still having me raise Jacob. And Jacob just stood there expressionlessly, watching me get beaten to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. Watching Julian and Mary still pretending to be unconscious in their wheelchairs, I suppressed my rage until all the neighbors had left, then grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and walked toward them. They wanted to fake paralysis? Well, let’s see if they could keep up the act! The hatred in my heart blazed like wildfire. Why should they get to live comfortably while I had to fight tooth and nail to support this family? I gritted my teeth, rolled up their pant legs, and brought the bat down hard.

Seeing the solid muscles on their calves, I suddenly burst out laughing. My laughter drew back the villagers who hadn’t gone far yet. Everyone crowded closer, and when they saw Julian and Mary’s legs, several uncles were also stunned. The caregiver had been watching the commotion outside, but now came in and saw this mess, her face twisted with anger. My head was buzzing, my heart filled with shock. It seemed Julian and Mary had really gone all out to fake their paralysis. When I struck them with that stick, they didn’t make a sound, but their leg muscles couldn’t stop trembling. I sneered coldly – they must have nearly bitten through their teeth. The caregiver came up and shoved me. “Trudy, you actually hit your own parents? You’re so ungrateful! If it weren’t for them trying to get more compensation to make your lives better, would they suffer like this? And you hit them so hard!” Once the caregiver said this, the villagers’ gazes shifted from Julian and Mary’s legs to me, studying me meaningfully. But I just sat down on the ground and cried my heart out. “Ma’am, I just couldn’t accept it for a moment, so I wanted to test if they still had any feeling. I couldn’t believe they were really paralyzed, and Jacob is still so young. Also, I heard Mom and Dad got hurt at a construction site, but when I just looked at their legs, how come there’s not a single injury?” “That’s right, Julian’s legs look healthier than mine, and that muscle was still twitching just now,” a relative said. The caregiver was left speechless by my questions, and after a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. “Would your parents lie to you about being paralyzed? You hit them so hard, and they didn’t even react. Their legs just look fine on the surface, but they actually can’t stand up anymore.” “Really?” I stared at the caregiver with a face full of doubt. She thought she had fooled me and quickly urged me to go take care of Jacob. But I stood in front of her without moving, deliberately acting naive. “Since Mom and Dad got hurt at the construction site, shouldn’t the site pay compensation?” The caregiver froze – Julian and Mary hadn’t taught her how to cover this lie. Actually, I knew perfectly well they were all faking it. I just couldn’t swallow this injustice. Did they think they could live comfortably for the rest of their lives by faking paralysis, dumping all the trouble on me? Just take a few beatings and enjoy the final victory? I stared coldly at this caregiver who knew the truth. “It’s not that the construction site doesn’t want to pay, is it? Tell me where the site is, I’ll go find them tomorrow. If they try to dodge payment, I’ll livestream and expose them online.” The caregiver broke out in a sweat. She probably never expected that the “good girl” Julian and Mary described could stay so calm in the face of crisis and keep pressing about money. She had no choice but to push me back to my room to sleep while repeatedly promising to take me to the construction site the next day. Once the door closed, I could still hear Julian and Mary cursing in low voices. I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking: “Think you can dump everything on me without paying up? No way! No money, no deal – don’t expect me to clean up this mess.” The next day, before dawn, the caregiver knocked on my door. She handed me a stack of cash – the so-called compensation. “Ten thousand dollars. The site supervisor already ran off, this is what I fought tooth and nail to get.” I “gratefully” accepted the money. I could tell they were eager to get rid of Jacob and me – they even gave the money readily. After all, they’d soon reunite with Emma Winslow and enjoy their real daughter’s good fortune. Emma was now the daughter of a top billionaire. Just her casual handouts would be enough for them to live comfortably for life. To work in the city, I had opened my own independent bank account. The caregiver didn’t suspect a thing. With my own account, I started packing up everything valuable in the house. In my previous life, when I went to the city for Jacob’s education, I couldn’t bear to let that vegetable plot go to waste, always feeling it was Julian and Mary’s hard work. This time I rented it out directly, and all the rental income went into my pocket. Mary’s jewelry – I sold it all for cash. After all, she was stuck in a wheelchair now, no matter how much jewelry she had, she couldn’t wear it. The house got emptier as I cleaned it out, while my wallet got fatter and fatter. When I’d pretty much cleared out everything valuable, I took Jacob, still in swaddling clothes, into the city. Looking at Jacob in my arms, who knew nothing, I laughed coldly. Julian and Mary had schemed for so many years, dumping Jacob on me to raise. How could I disappoint them? I would definitely send them a big gift.

Sixteen years had passed since that Christmas, gone in what felt like the blink of an eye. Throughout those sixteen years, I’d poured everything I had into raising my brother. Since I never hesitated to spend money on him, he consistently ranked first in his grade at school. When the college admission results came out, just as I’d expected, his performance was even better than in his previous life—he claimed the top spot in the entire city. The day the results were announced, reporters swarmed our front door. Watching my brother’s confident demeanor on the news filled my face with smiles and pride. All my sacrifices had been for this moment—to make those deadbeat parents Julian and Mary so restless they’d have to come crawling back themselves. I was certain that people like them, who only wanted to freeload, would never pass up an opportunity to bask in the spotlight. Sure enough, at my brother’s graduation celebration, while everyone was showering me with praise, the hotel doors suddenly burst open. I stood up at the commotion, only to see Julian and Mary—who should have been completely paralyzed—strutting in bold as brass. “How could we, as parents, miss such an important moment in our Jacob’s life?” I suppressed my laughter and frowned at the caregiver who’d been looking after them. The caregiver withered under my stare, keeping her head down in silence. Seeing the two of them stride in with such vigor, many villagers were stunned. After all, for the past sixteen years, they’d been pretending to be paralyzed in wheelchairs. Ignoring everyone’s stares, they walked up to me, shoved me aside, and pulled my brother into their arms. Julian looked deeply moved, his eyes welling up as he patted my brother’s head. “Jacob, I’m your father!” My brother frowned in disgust, quickly dodging away and grabbing my arm instead. His eyes were full of revulsion. “Trudy, who is this guy? How can he just walk up and claim to be my dad? I don’t know him!” Watching Julian and Mary’s embarrassed expressions, I couldn’t help but serve my brother some food. Seeing my brother’s cold reception, Julian couldn’t save face. He angrily shouted at me, “Trudy! Did you teach him this? You’re the one who taught Jacob not to recognize his parents! He was so well-behaved as a child—how did he turn out like this?” Mary also looked ready to cry, starting to beat her own chest. “You little vixen! You’ve been jealous that your brother’s a boy since childhood, and now you’re turning Jacob against us!” Their shamelessness made me laugh with anger. After all these years of never raising my brother for even a single day, what right did they have to expect his recognition? I said nothing, but Julian felt challenged and charged at me, ready to kick. He’d barely taken a step when a man much taller than him blocked his path. Julian looked up dismissively, but his expression changed the moment he saw who it was. “Mr. Winslow, what brings you here?” Cassian Winslow spoke calmly, “I don’t recall inviting you.” His voice carried an intimidating weight. Julian immediately deflated. The reporters who’d been interviewing my brother instantly swarmed toward Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, you’ve topped the wealth rankings again this month. Could we get an interview?” Cassian coldly toyed with the ring on his finger, ignoring everyone until the crowd gradually quieted down. Only then did he turn to look at us, his tone becoming much gentler. Having lost face in public, Julian forgot about his job and directly confronted Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, even if I’m your driver now, surely my son’s graduation celebration isn’t your business to manage?” Julian smiled smugly. “Mr. Winslow, my Jacob ranked first in the entire city!” Cassian chuckled at this, his tone unreadable. “Your Jacob?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Julian still naively believed that my brother standing beside me was his son. In my previous life, he’d refused to acknowledge me even unto death—how could I possibly continue being his cash cow? They’d always assumed I’d work like a pack mule for Jacob’s sake. How naive! I’d waited sixteen years just to watch them make fools of themselves today! Looking at Julian’s chubby, smiling face, I seized the moment to explain, “Actually… he’s not your Jacob. He’s just my brother.” Julian snorted coldly, “Jacob is my only son—what’s wrong with that? You’re not even his real sister.”

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When I was nine months pregnant, my water suddenly broke in my husband Lawrence’s office. His secretary Elizabeth Bennett pushed me away with a look of disgust. “How disgusting! A grown woman wetting herself like that—how embarrassing!” Lawrence appeared just in time and angrily slapped Elizabeth across the face. “This is my company. Even if my wife actually peed on your head, you’d just have to deal with it! You’re fired—get out now!” I passed out and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the nurse told me the baby didn’t survive. In my despair, I wanted to see my child one last time, but instead I saw Lawrence and Elizabeth secretly making out in the hallway outside my room. Lawrence gently kissed the red mark on her face. “Sorry, baby. I had to hit you or that crazy woman Olivia would never let you off the hook. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of that kid. Are you feeling better now? Once everything settles down, I’ll bring our daughter back and have her take care of it, so she can be a nanny for life.” My hands trembling, I turned on my phone’s recording function as tears streamed down my face. So ten years of love and five years of marriage had all been nothing but my own delusion. ***** Elizabeth pouted unhappily. “What if Jeanette doesn’t warm up to me when she grows up, and Olivia uses that against me? I don’t want that!” Lawrence affectionately tapped her forehead. “You’re being silly. With Olivia being such a strict mother, she’ll definitely micromanage everything about Jeanette. Once you say a few sweet words and take her out to play, how could she not like you? Besides, Jeanette is your daughter—how could she not be close to you?” “But Jeanette is our child after all. What if Olivia wants a paternity test in the future?” Lawrence pulled Elizabeth into his arms, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. Olivia has been completely obedient to me all these years. I’ve never even touched her, and she’s never suspected anything. That night I just found some random guy to sleep with her. If she makes a big fuss, I’ll release that video!” Elizabeth laughed admiringly and continued acting coy. “You can’t just avoid touching her—I also want you to damage her uterus so she can never be a mother. That’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied.” “Of course, baby,” Lawrence said, kissing her hand while comforting her. He used to do the same thing with me, but now it just made me sick. They continued whispering, but toward the end Elizabeth seemed a bit scared. “Maybe we should just drug her instead. Doing surgery out of nowhere might make people suspicious.” Lawrence smiled and ruffled her hair. “Didn’t you say drugging her wouldn’t be satisfying enough? Alright, just watch my performance when the time comes. She should be waking up soon—let me hold you a bit longer before I go upstairs.” Amid Elizabeth’s exaggerated laughter, I quietly slipped away. The wound in my abdomen felt like it was about to tear open, causing excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Lawrence, what exactly did he think I was? His enemy? I curled up in bed with my eyes closed, recalling all the memories from the past, unable to tell what was real and what was fake. “Honey, I’m here.” I opened my eyes to see Lawrence smiling tenderly. He was carrying a thermos, and his other hand was tightly holding mine where it lay on the bed. “I’ve been watching over you for hours. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Come on, eat up, little foodie. I made your favorite pan-seared bass and asparagus myself.” Lawrence speared a piece of asparagus with his fork, blew on it, and fed it to me. To outsiders, he seemed like the most dependable man, and for ten years I had believed the same thing. I pushed away the fork Lawrence offered me, my voice shaking. “Where’s my baby?” Lawrence put on a sorrowful expression. “Honey, you were carrying a stillborn baby—it wasn’t breathing when it was born. Not only that, but your uterus got infected too. I’ve already had them dispose of the baby. I won’t let anything that hurts you stick around!” These sweet words only made me feel cold all over. Tears streaming down my face, I grabbed Lawrence’s shoulder. “Please, let me see him one last time. After all, I carried him for nine months.” Lawrence calmly brushed my hand away, his tone becoming impatient. “I told you it’s been disposed of. Don’t you understand? Your uterus is infected too and needs immediate surgery. I’ve already adopted a child, so we’ll be a happy family of three.” Hearing him say “happy,” I laughed bitterly. I was about to argue back when I met Lawrence’s disgusted expression. He stood up and looked down at me. “Olivia, you just lost a child, so I don’t want to fight with you. But for your own good, you need to have your uterus removed immediately.” I tried to grab his sleeve, wanting to beg him to let me see the baby one last time. But Lawrence shook me off disdainfully and shouted toward the door: “Nurse, why aren’t you coming in? The patient is emotionally unstable—give her a sedative right away!” I could only watch helplessly as the nurses rushed in, my struggles useless. Finally, I was wheeled into the operating room for that so-called “treatment” surgery. Lawrence was truly heartless. Aside from that initial sedative injection, the doctors didn’t give me anything else. I remained conscious throughout almost the entire surgery. As the scalpel cut through my skin, waves of excruciating pain washed over me, but I gritted my teeth and didn’t make a sound. By the time I came out, sweat had completely soaked through my hospital gown. Lawrence had transformed back into that caring husband, looking at me tenderly as if nothing had happened. “You’ve been through so much, Olivia. Don’t be afraid—I’ll treat you even better from now on.” He seemed like he wanted to kiss my forehead, but I turned away and gave him only my cold, indifferent back. Lawrence, there was no future left between us.

I dragged my weakened body home with great effort. The study wasn’t locked because Lawrence wasn’t worried about me going in at all. He thought I would always respect him like before, so I easily found that safe. The box was stuffed with photos of him and Elizabeth. The top one was a family portrait of them with their child, with a line written on the back: Thank God for blessing me with this treasure. Below that, every single photo was a monthly pregnancy shot Lawrence had taken of Elizabeth. Each photo was marked with dates in black marker, along with his wishes for this child. If it was a boy, he hoped he’d be responsible and successful in life and career. If it was a girl, he wished her to be wise and kind. Boy or girl, this child should be healthy and safe, happy for life. I thought again of that child who never had the chance to open his eyes, and the hatred in my heart nearly consumed me. Maybe getting pregnant was a mistake from the start. I gently caressed my abdomen, where my child once lived. But he was taken away forever before he could even see this world. I wiped away my tears, otherwise I couldn’t see the photos clearly. Until I found Elizabeth’s prenatal checkup report, on the back of which was an apology letter Lawrence had written to me. I know I’m sorry to Olivia, but isn’t she at fault too? She can’t give birth to another man’s child. Removing her uterus is just right, I think she’s dirty anyway. To be honest, I’ve been very good to Olivia. I won’t let her know about Elizabeth either, I’ve been consistent with her. There was also a newly added line, the ink still wet, smudging at the slightest touch. Lawrence’s final words: Olivia and I are even now. Is this how he deceived me? His so-called kindness was just an excuse for his betrayal in the end. I wondered, Lawrence, when exactly did you change? I remember when I first took over Hawthorne Group, I was young and hot-headed, offending quite a few people. Everyone was waiting to see me fail, but Lawrence came to me voluntarily, saying he wanted to marry me and become part of my family. Lawrence was the only son of the Winters family, whose business empire was no smaller than ours. So I slapped everyone in the face hard. His eyes back then were as bright as stars in the night sky, gripping my hand tightly as he said he loved me. As long as he could be with me, he didn’t mind anything. Over the years, he even cured my insomnia, stomach problems, and headaches. Lawrence and I – it wasn’t congratulations during success, but a helping hand during hardship. I was once willing to give everything for him, but now he made me understand that everything comes with a price. Young me never thought about the bill behind all this. I tremblingly photographed these pictures one by one and sent them all to my lawyer Andy Jones. I wanted him to be utterly ruined and left with nothing, all within a week.

I only slept for a few hours before groggily getting out of bed. Today was the monthly visit to Winters Villa. To avoid suspicion, I forced myself to suppress my nausea and got in the car. Andy reminded me that I had to collect evidence at all costs. Only then could I bring Lawrence down completely when he was at his most vulnerable. But I never expected Lawrence to be so brazen—he sat openly with Elizabeth right in front of all the relatives. Lawrence kept brushing strands of hair from Elizabeth’s temples behind her ears. The moment I arrived, Lawrence’s sister Anne sneered and rolled her eyes. “Here comes the hen that laid a rotten egg. Late as usual, and with that sour face—absolutely disgusting.” Anne’s eyes were full of hostility. “I heard you even wet yourself in my brother’s office? Don’t you dare call yourself family anymore—it’s too embarrassing.” Anne had always hated me. Lawrence being a live-in son-in-law was something the entire family found shameful. After marriage, I’d tried hard to repair my relationship with her, but it was useless. I still remembered when Lawrence was away on business, Anne suddenly came to me with a dirty bracelet. She said it was a Winters family heirloom, only given to the true Mrs. Winters, and told me to wear it every day, no matter the occasion. I found it strange but did as she asked. Until the day Lawrence returned from his trip, saw the bracelet on my wrist, and frowned, saying, “Isn’t that the collar my sister puts on her dog?” Back then, Lawrence must have loved me. He was genuinely angry, and it was the first time I’d seen that arrogant girl Anne cry while apologizing to me. From then on, Anne gave me respect in front of others. But this time, Lawrence looked at me with nothing but annoyance, as if I embarrassed him. His tone was cold and impatient. “You shouldn’t have come today at all. If people find out I have a wife who’s incontinent, what will they think of me?” I stood there stunned. I knew he’d changed, but I never imagined he could be this shameless. He knew perfectly well that it was my water breaking, not the humiliating thing others claimed. Tears silently streamed down my face. The room fell quiet for half a minute. Everyone seemed unable to believe that the man who once cherished his wife beyond measure would now publicly humiliate me like this. Anne broke the silence, linking arms with Elizabeth and smiling. “Since my brother put it that way, Elizabeth will be your new wife from now on. Lawrence, you can’t refuse.” Under my gaze filled with pain, grievance, and a trace of hope, Lawrence nodded. Anne seized the moment to stir things up: “Lawrence, you have to kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” The relatives joined in the chanting, and Lawrence casually kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. He glanced back at me as if explaining he was forced into it, but I only felt disgusted. “Since you’ve called her wife and kissed her, Lawrence, shouldn’t you show something? You can’t just marry such a beautiful wife for nothing!” Lawrence smiled with feigned helplessness, but his movements were quick as he pulled an exquisite bracelet from his pocket and solemnly placed it on Elizabeth’s wrist. Anne gasped: “Lawrence, isn’t that our family’s ancestral bracelet?” Lawrence nodded, pulling Elizabeth closer. “You just told me to show something, and now you’re reluctant? Don’t you think this bracelet suits Elizabeth perfectly?” It really did suit her. Elizabeth held the child in her arms while Lawrence held her tightly. No matter how you looked at it, they were a warm family of three. My eyes stung red, tears falling drop by drop. Anne mocked loudly again: “How can someone be so clueless about the occasion, making such a scene here? What a troublemaker.” Seeing me cry, Lawrence smugly pulled Elizabeth even closer. “My sister’s just joking around. Why are you being so petty? You’re ruining the whole atmosphere—can’t you stop being such a killjoy?” “Olivia, don’t be angry. It’s my fault.” The moment Elizabeth touched me, she suddenly pretended to be startled and cried out, falling to the side. Lawrence immediately caught her. Before I could react, Anne pretended to be concerned and shoved me to the ground. My body was already weak, held up only by sheer willpower. I felt warmth flowing beneath me, and looking down, I saw blood had already stained the floor. But the physical pain couldn’t compare to the ache in my heart. Lawrence held Elizabeth with concern written all over his face. But when he looked at me, he immediately switched to a cold expression. “Olivia, why do you always ruin the mood? You sat down on the ground yourself—how could you be bleeding? Stop making a scene, will you? If you’re going to act, at least make it believable. Can’t you have some common sense?” My nails dug deep into my palms, sending sharp pain through me. Only this way could I block out his cruel words. Maybe because I remained silent, or Lawrence got tired of talking, or perhaps Elizabeth really needed his comfort—Lawrence picked Elizabeth up in his arms in front of everyone. He said, “Elizabeth, does it hurt? Let me take you upstairs to rest.” The last thing I saw was Elizabeth’s triumphant and contemptuous smile as she looked back at me. After getting the bleeding treated at the hospital, I returned home. I stumbled into the villa’s courtyard, where dirty clothes were scattered all over the flower beds, and not a single servant was in sight. Elizabeth was leaning against the fountain, speaking smugly: “Babe, have you ever gotten oral from that old hag Olivia?” I froze. Elizabeth’s moans grew louder and louder—that was Lawrence’s best answer. Thinking about our pathetically few intimate encounters made the irony even more bitter. Once, on a whim, I had a makeup artist come to the house to do my makeup. I timed it perfectly for Lawrence’s return, deliberately posing in the most seductive position. Under the sultry purple lighting, the lace on my body revealed tantalizing glimpses of my figure. But the moment Lawrence walked in, he flicked on the lights. His face showed no expression, yet his lips suddenly curved into a cold sneer. “Olivia, stop wasting your energy. I know you want a child, and I’ll give you one.” So that’s how it was! That’s actually how it was! My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers. No wonder I got pregnant shortly after that night. Lawrence didn’t want to touch me, so he found someone else to take his place, while I foolishly dreamed of sharing a life with him! I stood there numbly, finally realizing all the clues had been right in front of me—I just hadn’t seen them. I don’t know how much time passed before a baby’s crying brought me back to reality. Elizabeth stood in front of me with her phone, looking triumphant. She tilted her neck back, showing off the large hickeys on her throat. “They say mothers and children are connected at heart, and it’s so true. Look, just a phone recording and you’re reacting this strongly. If you saw the actual child, would you cry yourself to death?” I thought: “The child? My child is still alive?” I lunged forward and grabbed Elizabeth, my strength so intense she struggled desperately. I didn’t care about anything else—I just knew my child wasn’t dead! “Tell me! Where are you hiding him? Tell me! Say it!” I shook Elizabeth with all my might, the fury in my eyes almost burning through her. “Cough, cough, let go of me. I can’t, cough, cough, cough, breathe.” Elizabeth finally managed to gasp out a few words. I released my grip, and she didn’t even bother coughing anymore. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she slowly approached me, leaning close to my ear and speaking word by word: “Your child was beaten to death by Lawrence.” “Such a pity.” Elizabeth pretended to be shocked, covering her mouth. “He didn’t die after the first blow—he was still writhing like a worm. If Lawrence hadn’t been so strong and beaten him three times, that bastard might have survived.” “You crazy b*tch, I’m going to kill you!” Rage made me completely lose control. My eyes turned red as I raised my hand to strike Elizabeth. The next second, someone shoved me hard to the ground. My leg hit the stone pavement with a crisp sound of bone cracking. But Lawrence, who had pushed me, immediately shielded Elizabeth, his face full of disgust. “Olivia, what’s gotten into you? You used to act so fragile, falling over with the slightest push. Now you can actually hit people—it’s a miracle!” He backed away with Elizabeth in his arms, as if I were something filthy. “I really don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish! Elizabeth gave us a child. Instead of being grateful for her sacrifice, you treat her like this? She can never be a mother again, and you have the heart to hit her? Olivia, how did you become like this?” I said nothing, and Lawrence didn’t want to argue with me anymore. “Fine, I’m taking Elizabeth away. She won’t appear in front of you again—are you satisfied now? Get up, there’s been no one home these past few days, so stop pretending!” With that, Lawrence left with Elizabeth in his arms. My phone had already shattered in half when I fell, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for me to move even slightly. I could only collapse on the ground. From day to night, then to the next morning, I felt like my whole body was burning with fever. It wasn’t until Lawrence came home to get a coat for Elizabeth that he discovered me lying on the ground. “Olivia, is this really necessary?” Lawrence’s tone grew increasingly impatient as he looked down at me from above. “Still playing the victim? I barely pushed you, and you’re bleeding and haven’t gotten up all night. No wonder I don’t want to deal with you—you’re exhausting.” He rubbed his forehead, looking troubled. “Olivia, stop making a scene. I’m really tired.” I nodded, my attitude calm. Lawrence seemed to have forgotten that I was never the type of woman who liked to cause drama. “Good,” he sighed, as if granting me some great favor: “I know you love me too much and feel insecure. Our wedding anniversary is coming up, and I’ll make it spectacular for you.” He reached out to embrace me, but I dodged away. Lawrence was truly shameless. At my insistence, Lawrence reluctantly called an ambulance for me. The paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher to take me to the hospital. On the way, I received an OK emoji from Andy. Domestic violence, adultery, asset transfer, abandonment and harm to a newborn. All the evidence had finally been collected. I no longer had to pretend to be Lawrence’s wife.

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On my tenth Christmas since returning to my biological parents, my eyes were blinded by the fake heir Nicholas Ray, leaving me nearly completely sightless. Devastated, I took the initiative to break off my engagement, but my fiancée firmly refused. “I love you. Let me be your eyes.” My parents, Darian and Jessica Ray, also stood firmly by me and immediately called the police. Unexpectedly, during the police investigation, the fake heir accidentally fell from a building and died. With my family’s love and support, my fiancée and I successfully got married. On our fifth Christmas together, my child Soren Ray had just come home from school when I accidentally overheard that fake heir’s voice at the door. “That blind man sure has nine lives. After all these years, the poison still hasn’t killed him.” My wife Mia Lynn’s voice was sweet and cheerful. “Soon enough. In a few more days, all his inheritance will be ours. He’s been taking such good care of our child all these years! Mom and Dad said once he transfers all of Grandpa’s inheritance to our names, we won’t need to worry about him anymore.” In that moment, I finally understood—everything was a web of lies woven by those closest to me. If that’s what they wanted, then so be it. ***** Heartbroken, I prepared to leave but accidentally knocked over a flower pot by the door. The sound of it hitting the ground caught their attention. “Who’s there!” Mia reacted quickly, immediately pulling the door open. When she saw me, her voice instinctively became sharp. “Jack, how long have you been standing here?” At the same time, I felt a hostile gaze filled with feminine energy boring into my face. I understood—this was Nicholas staring at me, trying to read something from my expression. He had studied micro-expression analysis, and ever since I returned to this family, he’d always used my expressions to frame me. I was still just a blind man for now—I couldn’t afford to tear off the mask yet. “I just came upstairs. I heard you talking just now? Is someone visiting?” The room fell into brief silence. Though I couldn’t see, I could guess the current situation. Nicholas must be observing my reaction. I tried to keep my expression calm and natural. After a moment, Mia Lynn relaxed. “I just invited your attending physician over to understand your recovery progress. By the way, this month’s physical therapy is about to start again. Jack, let me take you there.” I didn’t refuse and nodded gently. The therapy room was on the thirteenth floor of the hospital. Mia escorted me to the room. The doctor quickly gave me an injection. My eyes began to sting, and I became drowsy. But the next moment, I suddenly became alert. “If we continue using this medication, Jack’s optic nerves and brain nerves will be completely damaged. He’ll only be able to become a vegetable then. If we stop the medication immediately and provide proper care, there’s still hope for recovery.” The speaker was my attending physician. My heart instantly turned ice cold. What did this mean? I’d always thought he was injecting me with medication to treat my eyes, but it was actually chronic poison? And this doctor was a specialist that Darian and Jessica had specifically hired. I held my breath, not daring to let Mia notice anything unusual. Mia’s voice carried irritation. “This is also his parents’ intention. If you don’t believe me, go ask them yourself.” I waited patiently for the call to connect. Soon, I heard Darian and Jessica’s voices echoing in the therapy room. “The medication for Jack? Keep using it. It doesn’t matter if he becomes a vegetable in the end anyway. It’s fine—when that happens, we can have Nicholas get plastic surgery to swap faces with him, and no one will suspect anything.” Those few short sentences completely chilled my heart, and I almost couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I thought that during the ten Christmases since returning home, showing filial piety to Darian and Jessica every day would make them truly accept me. But now it seemed that nothing could compare to Nicholas, whom they’d raised since childhood, even without a drop of shared blood. The call ended, and Mia impatiently waved her hand. “Hurry up and finish today’s treatment session. I’m leaving first. If he asks, just tell him I had something at the company.” The sound of her high heels gradually faded away. Hearing the sound of the medication being prepared, I suddenly opened my eyes. I turned toward where the sound came from and said in a low voice, “Doctor, have you ever considered switching employers?”

When Mia returned, the doctor had already helped me sit up properly. “Honey, how are you feeling today? Better than yesterday?” Her tone was still so gentle and caring, but now it only made me feel sick. I calmly pulled my arm from her embrace and smiled casually: “Much better. Maybe after a few more treatments, I’ll be completely recovered.” I could feel Mia’s breathing suddenly become rapid. She smiled and congratulated me, then said she needed to discuss something privately with the doctor and asked me to step out. I walked out of the room but didn’t actually leave. Instead, I sat outside the door, quietly listening to Mia aggressively berating the doctor. I discreetly turned on my phone’s recording function. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are his eyes getting better and better?” The doctor’s explanation chilled me to the bone. “Jack’s blindness after Christmas was actually just a stress response. Theoretically, it would gradually recover on its own without treatment. After using medication for so many months, his body has developed resistance. Stronger drugs would damage his liver and could even be life-threatening.” Mia impatiently interrupted him: “So what? I don’t care about anything else. Just make sure you prepare the medication properly.” After the conversation ended, I stopped recording and walked out step by step with my white cane. Suddenly someone bumped into me. The person didn’t apologize, just slipped a piece of paper into my palm. The note felt somewhat rough and uneven – like a message meant for me. Before I could examine it carefully, Mia called out to me from behind. “Honey, what are you doing here?” I instinctively hid the note and turned toward her. “Nothing, just waiting for you here.” Mia said nothing more and directly led me to the car to go home and see Darian and Jessica. After getting out of the car, Darian and Jessica enthusiastically came over to link arms with me. “Jack, Mia told us you’ll be able to see again soon. When that happens, I’ll definitely throw you a party. Let everyone know that the Ray family heir is healthy and well. It’s just that the company’s been a bit tight on funds lately…” Every time Mia brought me back, Darian and Jessica would chat for just a few minutes before starting to complain about the company’s difficulties. And because I’d been carrying guilt over Nicholas’s death, I would always use income from the fund my grandfather left me to help them out. But what I got in return was them wanting my life for Nicholas’s sake. I quietly distanced myself from them. “The fund returns haven’t been great lately, and I still need money for my eye treatment. I really can’t spare any.” Saying this made me feel even worse. All these months, Darian and Jessica had used the excuse of not wanting to pressure me to make me pay for my own treatment costs, but in reality, they were using my money to harm me. “How could you not have the money?” Jessica’s voice became sharp, but she quickly realized her slip and hurried to cover: “Jack, I didn’t mean anything by that. I just think with all the assets your grandfather left you, how could you not have a few hundred thousand dollars? Maybe those fund managers are deceiving you. How about this – let us manage the fund for you. We’re all family, how could we possibly cheat you?” It was precisely my parents and wife who had deceived me the most deeply. I suppressed a cold laugh and refused Jessica, citing that the contract hadn’t expired yet. When she saw I wouldn’t give her money, her expression immediately turned cold. She instructed the servants to take me upstairs while she and Darian went into the kitchen, saying they wanted to personally cook me a good meal. After the servant left, I quietly made my way to the kitchen door and turned on my phone’s recording function.

“What an ungrateful bastard, making excuses every time we ask him for money.” The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was particularly grating, and Jessica’s cursing felt like she was chopping up my heart. Darian chimed in from the side. “I think all the kindness he showed us before was just an act. If Nicholas hadn’t blinded him, he’d probably be getting too big for his britches by now.” I felt nothing but cold inside. Back when Darian and Jessica’s company was struggling financially, I was the one who went to countless business dinners, drinking until I had stomach bleeding, just to save their company. When my father developed kidney failure, both Nicholas and I were compatible donors, but I was the one who volunteered to give up a kidney. Yet all my sacrifices had somehow become my fault in their mouths. “Darian, Jessica, it’s okay. Once Jack dies, Nicholas can come back.” “Back when Darian was sick, if it wasn’t for Nicholas…” I couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what followed, and left in a daze. I returned to my room and pulled out the Braille note hidden in my pocket, slowly feeling my way through it. [Jack, you actually heard me talking to Mia that day, didn’t you? Too bad you’re just a useless blind man who doesn’t have the guts to confront Mia.] [Forgot to tell you, all that money Mom and Dad took from you this Christmas, I spent every penny of it. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had to fake my death.] [Oh, and the evidence of me blinding you has long been destroyed by Mom, Dad, and Mia. They personally closed the case too.] I could clearly feel the wailing in my heart. The parents and wife I had always given everything to had never considered me family. But before I could even process my grief, a message from the doctor interrupted my thoughts. “Mr. Ray, according to protocol, if you use the medication one more time, you’ll likely go permanently blind and suffer nerve damage. But if you stop the medication, you should recover in about half a month.” The doctor’s words helped calm my emotions somewhat. Mia knocked on the door, and I followed her downstairs for dinner. At the dinner table, I tried to speak up. “My health has been poor lately, and I’m just dragging Mia down. Maybe we should get divorced.” As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the sound of dishes shattering next to Mia, followed by her ice-cold voice. “Jack, what do you mean by that?” “I will never divorce you. If I thought you were a burden, I wouldn’t have married you in the first place.” She reached around from behind me with a smile, her body temperature warm, yet I felt cold all over. Mia said gently. “After all, the doctor said your eyes are recovering. Just a few more treatments and you’ll be fine.” Mia knew full well that continuing the medication would turn me into a vegetable or leave me completely blind, but she still wanted me dead. I forced a smile and took her hand. “I was just joking. I don’t really want a divorce. Don’t worry.” Everyone at the table was laughing when Mia’s phone suddenly rang. She said it was work and left. Soon after, Darian and Jessica also got up and left the table. Ever since going blind, my hearing had become particularly sharp. I heard the front door open and people deliberately lowering their voices in conversation. “Why won’t this blind fool just get lost? I get annoyed just looking at him.” Nicholas’s voice was full of impatience, while Darian and Jessica carefully tried to appease him. “Don’t rush, he’s still useful. We haven’t gotten our hands on the money your grandfather left him yet…” Nicholas said nothing more but started walking toward me step by step. Hearing the footsteps, I quickly spoke up, “Dad, Mom, do we have guests?” Darian and Jessica hurriedly made excuses, when Mia suddenly let out a gasp. What followed was the disgusting sound of kissing and hushed flirting. “Baby, how about you keep me company tonight? Right here next to this blind fool.” “I’ll be careful. I promise to make you happy tonight.”

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I’m Amelia Gilbert, and both Bradley Wilson, my secret crush, and his father Vincent Wilson have been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Without hesitation, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. In my past life, I was forced to become Bradley’s antidote and ended up pregnant. But he was always deeply in love with his first love, Lainey Wood, and rarely came home after we married. On our fifth Christmas together, he killed my son and me, burying us in Lainey’s pomegranate orchard as fertilizer. He firmly believed I had maliciously drugged him to force a relationship, preventing him from being with Lainey. He could only watch helplessly as Lainey left for distant lands and eventually died of illness. When I woke up, I found myself back at the moment they were poisoned. In this life, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. ***** “Ms. Gilbert, please think of something! Mr. Wilson is about to pass out!” The housekeeper Sydney Fuller paced back and forth anxiously. I broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly. The excruciating pain of being hit by a car and collapsing to the ground hadn’t faded yet. My child’s bloodied and mangled face still lingered before my eyes. Sydney’s voice suddenly rang out, leaving me somewhat dazed. In my past life, Sydney was dismissed after I married Bradley. We never saw each other again. Sydney said, “Today is the family dinner. Mr. Wilson has had a bit too much to drink. Would you go check on him?” Upon hearing this, I instinctively stepped back two paces. I thought in shock, “I’m alive again?” “Sydney, have the driver pick up Lainey. Bradley has been drugged with an aphrodisiac.” I suppressed my inner excitement and looked at Sydney beside me. She paused, a hint of confusion crossing her face. “Sydney, hurry!” I stepped back again, distancing myself from Bradley’s door. “If we delay any longer, it’ll cause permanent damage.” Watching Sydney’s hurried figure as she contacted people, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In my past life, I entered the room to check on Bradley’s condition, but he roughly pulled me onto the bed, while Sydney mistakenly thought we were mutually attracted and left. Then came my pregnancy, marriage—everything went smoothly. I thought we were deeply in love, not knowing it was just the beginning of hell. He despised me, believing I had schemed to marry him and caused his separation from his beloved. He was cold to me, sarcastically suggesting my child might not even be his, and wouldn’t even allow the child to appear at his dinner table. On our fifth Christmas, he drove drunk and killed my two children and me. When the car came speeding toward us, the children were still clinging tightly to my legs, only to be consumed by blood the next second. Suppressing the hatred in my heart, I slowly walked toward another bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. I remembered clearly that Bradley’s father Vincent had also been drugged with an aphrodisiac. It was rumored that his health was poor, which was why he only had one son. So naturally, the Wilson family inheritance fell to Bradley. But what if Vincent had a few more children this time? I pushed open the door, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom. Vincent’s eyes burned with desire, his black shirt clinging to his abdominal muscles. When our eyes met, his Adam’s apple bobbed suddenly, and he pulled me into his arms.

The next afternoon, I walked out of my room wrapped in my torn clothes. I ran right into Lainey carrying lunch toward Bradley’s room, a faint red mark visible on her neck. She looked up at me, her gaze scanning me from head to toe before a knowing smile curved her lips. “Ms. Gilbert, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?” she asked. Standing in front of me, she tilted her chin up slightly. “You haven’t done something shameful, have you? Though I suppose it makes sense—for wealth and status, you’d seduce a man old enough to be your father. How embarrassing if word got out.” I looked up at her. “Are you talking about yourself?” Lainey snorted coldly. “Don’t try to be clever with me. I’m nothing like you. I’m the one who’s going to marry Bradley, while you’re just his plaything for entertainment.” I pulled my clothes tighter around me, thinking: “Plaything for entertainment?” In my past life, Vincent had indeed paid someone for services, giving the woman money afterward to settle things. But this life would be different. I would get pregnant soon. If I could carry Bradley’s child in my past life, I could certainly carry Vincent’s child in this one. My gaze swept over the hot milk in her hands. “Ms. Wood, please go serve Mr. Wilson.” I was about to leave when I caught sight of Bradley approaching from the corner of my eye. He wrapped his arm around Lainey and leaned down to kiss her, their lips and tongues intertwining. “Lainey, after such an exhausting night, why didn’t you stay and sleep with me longer?” he said. Lainey pouted her red lips. “I still have to work my part-time job. I can’t always stay here with you.” Then she looked at me. “I see Ms. Gilbert seems quite leisurely. How enviable.” Bradley spoke with contempt in his voice. “What is she worth? Baby, forget about those part-time jobs. You’re mine now.” After speaking, he turned his gaze to me, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. “Did you have the driver pick up Lainey last night? You’re smarter than I thought! But you’d better remember your place. Don’t even think about touching what doesn’t belong to you!” His icy words pierced my heart like needles, making me feel like a complete joke. It turns out that loving someone really can’t be hidden. In my past life, Bradley had saved me from bullies, and from that moment, I secretly fell for him, always trying to stay close to him. After graduation, I even came to work as the acting housekeeper at the Wilson Manor, just to be closer to the man I loved. I had asked him if he truly wanted to marry me. He had clearly nodded in agreement and comforted me: “Of course I do. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.” But once he truly gained control of the Wilson family, he lost patience with me. The word “hypocrite” was made to describe Bradley. I nodded calmly. “I understand.” In this life, with Lainey in the picture, I wondered if the two of them could stay together. I was about to leave when Bradley suddenly blocked my path, completely cutting off my escape route. His gaze fixed intently on my forearm, where red marks from last night’s restraints still remained. “Who did this?” He grabbed my arm roughly. “Can’t you live without a man? Can’t you hold back for even a moment?” He gripped me tightly, and my torn sleeve slipped down. I quickly used my other hand to pull my clothes back up. Fighting through the pain in my arm, I looked at him with disgust. “Mr. Wilson, let go of me!” His face flushed slightly, and his grip tightened even more. “Did you sleep with one of the security guards? Are you that desperate?” he said. His eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to throw me out the door immediately. Just as I was about to tell him to get lost, Lainey’s voice suddenly rang out: “It’s so hot!” Bradley immediately released me and rushed to her side. She was crouched on the ground, the cup of hot milk spilled everywhere. She covered her arm with one hand, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s so hot, it hurts!” Bradley immediately helped her up and pulled her into his arms. Lainey rested her chin on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, her eyes meeting mine with pure smugness. In my past life, besides seducing Bradley, Lainey had affairs with several other men, including older ones, all in pursuit of marrying someone wealthy. Later, when she saw Bradley marry me, she turned to an elderly rich man, even going abroad to bear his child. In the end, she was abused by the old man and couldn’t escape. She finally killed him and then took her own life. Yet Bradley firmly believed that Lainey had chosen to end her life because of her love for him. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a strange flutter in my abdomen. I was probably going to be a mother soon. And the Wilson family heir would no longer have to be Bradley’s. I smiled softly, though there was no warmth in my eyes.

After the incident, Vincent got up to pack his bags and head to the branch office. Before leaving, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Wait for me. I’ll give you an explanation when I get back.” I didn’t ask what kind of explanation that would be. Once he found out I was carrying his child, he would definitely marry me. Though it was only a few days, the wait felt unbearably long. The conversation between Lainey and me that day had been overheard by quite a few servants. They mistakenly thought I had seduced Bradley. However, Bradley made it clear that his future wife could only be Lainey, and demanded that everyone treat Lainey with the same respect they showed him. “Hey, did you guys hear? What’s the deal with Ms. Gilbert?” “I heard she’s been with that security guard. As the head housekeeper, she was doing that kind of thing during work hours!” “Exactly. And she’s a college graduate too. I think she’s worse than someone who didn’t even finish elementary school.” These people hadn’t even seen me enter Vincent’s room, yet they gathered together to gossip about it. After hearing these rumors, Bradley’s face turned ashen, and he left without saying a word. To curry favor with the future lady of the house, the maids began disobeying my instructions. My meals were sprinkled with dirt and pebbles, making them inedible. Even my bedding was often doused with water, leaving it soaking wet and impossible to sleep on. “Ms. Gilbert, your bedding is wet again.” Lainey stood nearby with her arms crossed, smiling as she said, “They’re really going too far, bullying you like this.” I turned my head away, unwilling to look at her fake smile, and continued hanging my bedding on the clothesline. More and more nasty comments reached my ears, with some people saying them right to my face. They said I had slept my way through college, that I came to work at the Wilson Manor just to seduce men. Some even knocked on my door at night to check if I was sleeping alone. “She wasn’t here last night. Do you think she snuck into some security guard’s room?” “I bet it was Justin—he was alone in his room last night!” I just gave them a cold glance, not wanting to get into a direct confrontation with them for now. They were clearly following Lainey’s instigation, trying to make me so miserable that I’d leave on my own. Just as I was about to return to my room, I suddenly encountered Bradley in the hallway, who had just returned from outside. He slammed me against the wall and grabbed my throat with his other hand. “Are you that desperate? Can’t go a moment without a man?” His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of contempt. Terror shot through me as I tried to break free from his grip, but I was too weak to overpower him. “You actually believe that kind of talk? That says more about what kind of person you are.” I looked directly into his eyes, speaking each word clearly. A flash of anger crossed his gaze. “Bitch! Someone like you is capable of anything.” He continued staring at my face, maintaining eye contact. Perhaps my struggling annoyed him, because he spoke again: “Amelia, I can make you my woman, but my wife can only be Lainey.” Everything went black before my eyes. I felt that all my past feelings for him had been completely wasted. I snorted coldly. “Disgusting!” He suddenly reached out and grabbed my face roughly. He threatened, “What? You still want to sleep with other men? Amelia, don’t be ungrateful. You can only be mine. Otherwise…” My jaw ached from his grip, and the flesh on my cheeks felt like it was about to tear. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly released his grip and gently caressed my cheek. With an ambiguous expression, he said, “You just need to be obedient. I simply can’t marry you, but you can name any other conditions you want.” I frowned. “Bradley! I don’t agree.” He suddenly flew into a rage and slammed my head hard against the wall. He roared, “You came to my house just to seduce men? If that’s the case, then get out now! We don’t need a disgusting housekeeper like you here!” I took the opportunity to turn and leave. Leaving the Wilson Manor would actually be good—I could quietly focus on my pregnancy. Just as I turned the corner, Lainey blocked my path. She said, “Amelia, why are you trying to seduce my man?” I was somewhat speechless and prepared to walk around her. “Ms. Gilbert, don’t be like this,” Lainey suddenly shouted loudly. I turned back just in time to see her open the window and fall from the second floor. I froze in place, unable to understand what she was trying to do. The servants downstairs suddenly rushed out, and Bradley immediately followed. “Lainey!” He swept Lainey into his arms and carried her inside, calling for the family doctor at the same time. Lainey nestled in his embrace, saying softly, “Bradley, I was careless. Ms. Gilbert didn’t push me. I just don’t want you to be taken away from me!” “Amelia!” Bradley’s gaze turned cold as he looked at me. “You’ve gone too far! Bring her to me!” Several security guards immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged me in front of Bradley. My head hit the steps hard, making me dizzy. “How dare you lay a hand on Lainey?” Bradley stared at me intently. “It wasn’t me!” I protested urgently. “There are real-time security cameras in all the hallways. You can check the footage!” Lainey gently tugged at Bradley’s sleeve, saying quietly, “Just let it go. She probably didn’t mean it.” “You’re still defending her?” Bradley frowned at me. “Lainey, you’re still so naive.” He held Lainey tightly. “I’ll make sure you get justice!” I forced a bitter smile, feeling a chill in my heart. He never wanted to listen to my explanations. Bradley said, “Then scar her face!” I shook my head frantically. If my face was injured, I’d face discrimination when looking for jobs in the future. “No!” I looked up at them. “I didn’t do it. You can’t treat me like this!” Bradley sneered, “Too late. Go get the fruit knife!” A faint smile played at the corners of Lainey’s mouth. I was furious. I hadn’t done anything, yet I was being dragged into this charade. Bradley picked up the fruit knife and slashed it across my face without hesitation. Blood trickled down my cheek as I trembled from the pain. A small pool of blood quickly formed on the floor. “This is the price of making mistakes!” He leaned down close to me, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make me angry, or I won’t hesitate to kill you!” My whole body went cold. So Bradley had been reborn too, just like me. Thinking of everything from my past life, rage boiled up inside me. He raised the fruit knife again, waving it in front of me. “Do you know you were wrong? Just admit your mistake, and I’ll stop.” “I did nothing wrong!” I glared at him fiercely. “Bradley, why won’t you just die!” He immediately flew into a rage and raised the knife again. Just then, urgent footsteps could be heard approaching. Vincent called out urgently, “What do you think you’re doing?”

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I, Adelyn Schmidt, received news that my husband Dylan Wright had been hospitalized for poisoning. Despite my sprained ankle, I endured the pain and limped my way to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the hospital room door, he walked right past me and excitedly pulled the young woman who had followed me in—Juliet Fowler—into his arms. He said, “Honey, you’re finally here. I missed you so much!” Juliet shot me a provocative glance, then hooked her arms around Dylan’s neck and kissed him, her cheeks flushed. The two of them were intimate as if no one else existed. After a moment, he seemed to notice my presence for the first time. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking as shy as a young boy. He said, “Your mom looks amazing for her age—doesn’t look fifty at all.” ***** Dylan’s unexpected comment plunged the entire hospital room into an eerie silence. I stared at him in disbelief. Do I really look that old? Juliet quickly pushed him. “You’ve got the wrong person—she’s not my mom!” Dylan paused, confused. “Then who is she?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but my voice still trembled. “Dylan, I’m your wife! What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you recognize me?” He responded as if he’d heard something utterly ridiculous, laughing coldly. “Could you have some shame? My wife’s name is Juliet. She’s beautiful. You’re just some ugly freak with a scar on your face—how dare you claim to be my wife?” “Dylan, stop it!” Dylan’s friend Nathan Fields rushed forward to cut him off. Looking embarrassed, Nathan scratched his head and avoided eye contact as he explained to me, “Adelyn, please don’t take this the wrong way. Dylan’s just talking nonsense. He accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms at lunch, just woke up from being unconscious, and his mind isn’t clear yet. “This is Juliet Fowler, a new intern at our company. “You know Dylan has always loved you most—how could he possibly not remember you?” The scar at the corner of my eye, long since healed, suddenly throbbed with pain, making my eyes well up with tears. I got that scar during a college camping trip when I grabbed Dylan to stop him from falling into a pit, getting scratched by a tree branch in the process. Now he was using that very scar to call me ugly. I suddenly remembered the days I used to curl up on the couch watching dramas. The male lead would lose his memory in a car accident and mistake another woman for his beloved, and the female lead’s suffering would make me cry my eyes out. Back then, Dylan would hold me in his arms and whisper softly, “Baby, I would never mistake you for anyone else. Even if I got Alzheimer’s someday, I’d recognize you instantly, because you’re my one and only.” Everyone said Dylan loved me deeply, and I’d always believed it. But what was this now? He didn’t remember me, yet he clearly called out the name of an intern who’d just started working. Was he really confused from eating poisonous mushrooms? Or had he quietly erased me from his heart without me noticing? I looked at Nathan. “I made Dylan’s lunch myself and delivered it personally. I know exactly what was in it—there weren’t any strange mushrooms. How could he have been poisoned?” Nathan said, “Dylan wanted to try something different, so he ordered takeout.” I cut him off directly. “Dylan never eats takeout.” Nathan touched his nose, stammering without being able to explain anything clearly. Some things really don’t need to be spelled out. Seeing this, what didn’t I understand? “Dylan ate food that Juliet brought him, didn’t he?” As I said this, a chill ran down my spine. I suddenly realized how ridiculous and foolish it was for me to go to the supermarket every day to pick the freshest ingredients, spend hours making his lunch, and then deliver it to his company. Dylan frowned impatiently. “Nathan, what’s the point of talking to this ugly freak? Just get rid of her.” Nathan looked at me awkwardly. “Adelyn, maybe you should go home for now. I’ll call you when Dylan recovers.” Juliet chimed in from the side, “That’s right. Dylan doesn’t even recognize you right now. You being here isn’t helping his recovery.” “Shut up! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to say these things to me!” Looking at Juliet’s smug expression, I couldn’t hold back and shouted. “Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at my wife—do you know what the consequences will be?” Dylan comfortingly rubbed Juliet’s head, carefully protecting her behind him, and looked at me with cold hostility.

I stared silently at the scene before me, an indescribable pain spreading through my heart. The person standing in front of me was the one I loved most, the one who had made my heart flutter since our school days, the one whose face I could clearly picture even with my eyes closed. This person who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, who once opened his arms only for me, who let me act spoiled and willful, who always treasured me like a precious gem—now held another woman in his embrace, kissing her intimately. In that moment, his image suddenly became blurred in my eyes. My eyes stung with tears, but I straightened my spine, struggling to maintain my dignified composure, unwilling to show even a hint of distress in front of that pathetic homewrecker. Nathan said softly, “Adelyn, don’t be too upset. Once Dylan comes to his senses, this misunderstanding will be cleared up.” Misunderstanding? I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave that suffocating hospital room. “That ugly woman finally left. She’s completely crazy. Nathan, next time she comes, don’t let her in.” Dylan’s cold, disgusted voice drifted through the barely closed door crack into my ears. The hallway bustled with people coming and going, filled with constant noise. I walked through it alone, the tears I’d been holding back finally breaking free, rushing out all at once. Under the strange stares of passersby, I quickened my pace to escape, not allowing myself to break down completely until I was sitting in my car. Slumped over the steering wheel, my face was streaked with tears. How could I not be heartbroken? All those countless days and nights I’d spent with Dylan over the years had been so blissfully sweet, deeply etched in my memory. Whenever I closed my eyes, those scenes would flash before me one by one. I never imagined that Dylan, who had held me in the palm of his hand and cherished me so dearly, would one day betray me, seeking the thrill of an affair. How I wished this was all just a nightmare! When I woke up, everything would return to how it used to be. Back home, I dumped all of Dylan’s favorite dishes I’d prepared straight into the trash, then went directly to the bedroom and lay down. Outside the window, it had started raining at some point, with large raindrops pelting the glass, making a steady drumming sound. Cold wind carrying a chill crept in through the half-open window. My face pressed against the tear-soaked pillowcase, the cold making me pull the blanket tighter around myself. I felt as if this sudden heartbreak had drained all my strength, leaving me without even the energy to get up and close the window. When I woke in the morning, I touched my slightly feverish forehead and was about to look for some cold medicine. But as I prepared to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me had somehow been closed. While I was still puzzled, I heard approaching footsteps outside the door. Dylan said, “You’re awake? Come sit over here, I made you breakfast.” He affectionately put his arm around my shoulder, leading me to sit at the dining table, and pushed the sandwich he’d made in front of me. “Try it and see how I did.” I looked at his smiling face and remained silent. The smile on his face gradually faded under my cold stare. “Adelyn, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have mistaken you for someone else yesterday. You’re my most beloved treasure—how could I mistake my own wife?” He blamed himself remorsefully. “It’s all my fault, I’m such a bastard, I deserve to die. “But you have to believe me, I have absolutely nothing going on with that new intern at the company.”

Dylan crouched down, gently cupping my face with both hands. “My heart is small—there’s no room for anyone but you.” His eyes were devout as he gazed at me tenderly, as if he wanted to drown me in his gaze. But this time, I didn’t have the courage to trust him so easily again. “Yesterday at lunch, why didn’t you eat the meal I brought you, and ate Juliet’s instead?” I asked calmly. A flash of anger crossed Dylan’s face. “I get mad just thinking about it. It’s all Juliet’s fault—she accidentally knocked over the food you made for me yesterday, then insisted on forcing her lunch on me. That’s how I got poisoned and ended up in the hospital, mistaking you for someone else and breaking your heart.” “Are you telling the truth?” I asked. “When have I ever lied to you?” He kissed my forehead gently. “After all these years of devotion to you, isn’t that enough to prove my sincerity?” He nuzzled my face pitifully. “Didn’t you say that trust is the most important thing between husband and wife? Are you really going to stop believing in me over this little misunderstanding?” We’d known each other for nearly ten years—that bond had seeped into my very bones. How could I easily let it go? I rubbed my reddened eyes and let out a long sigh. After all, who could go through life without making mistakes? Dylan was successful and handsome—naturally people would gravitate toward him. Maybe Juliet had been the one pursuing him. Even if he’d been momentarily tempted by her, it was just the kind of mistake many men might make. That’s how I comforted myself. Since I couldn’t let go, I chose to forgive him. But this would be the last time. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist, and Dylan’s eyes reddened with emotion. “You’ve finally forgiven me. You don’t know how scared I was this morning when I woke up and remembered how I treated you yesterday. I was terrified you’d leave me over this.” I said, “Dylan, whether you’re lying to me this time or not, I hope this is the last time.” Dylan promised, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare make such a stupid mistake again.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I don’t like that woman named Juliet. Fire her from the company.” I deliberately ignored Dylan’s momentary stiffness, only hearing him promise in my ear, “Alright, I’ll do as you say. When I get back to the office, I’ll have HR terminate her.” From then on, Juliet completely disappeared from Dylan’s and my world. Our life seemed to return to those sweet early days. During my free time, I still went into the kitchen to cook meals for Dylan. And he was more considerate than before, with an added sense of compensation born from guilt. The wounds in my heart seemed to slowly heal with the passage of time. Everything was moving in a positive direction. For a while, I thought choosing to forgive Dylan had been the right decision. Until one day, I accidentally saw a record of a large money transfer on his phone. That’s when I suddenly realized that those days when we seemed to have reconciled were nothing more than a rainbow bubble I’d woven for myself, wrapped in a layer of false, colorful illusion. With just a gentle poke, it shattered. Dylan had labeled this transfer recipient as “Sunshine” – an ordinary name that seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet I felt an inexplicable intuition that this person was Juliet. I suppressed the sharp pain welling up in my chest and quietly scrolled through the chat records between Dylan and “Sunshine,” reading every word carefully. Sunshine: I don’t want your money. I just want to see you. Dylan, I miss you. Dylan: I miss you too. Your birthday’s coming up soon, so to ease your longing, just take the money. Spend it however you want – buy whatever you like. If it’s not enough, let me know. Sunshine: You’re the best to me. I love you! I’ll take it then. I’ll wait for you tonight – remember to come see me! If you go home to your wife tonight and leave me alone, I’ll be mad. Dylan: How could she compare to how adorable you are? Just wait – I won’t go easy on you tonight. Their conversation went on and on, lengthy and explicit, with nearly every message being blatant flirtation. So Dylan had this disgusting side to him too! Thank goodness he left in such a hurry today and forgot his phone at home, otherwise I probably would have continued being fooled like an idiot. My face turned pale, but my heart gradually settled from the initial shock into calm. Even I found it strange – how could I accept all this so quickly? I found “Sunshine’s” phone number in Dylan’s contacts and called it without hesitation using my own phone. I said directly: “Juliet.” There was a pause on the other end, then her voice came through with a hint of laughter: “You finally figured it out. I thought I’d have to wait much longer! Now you should believe that your husband and I really do have something going on, right?” Juliet continued: “Dylan and I have been together for over a year now. He lost interest in you long ago. If you’re smart, you’ll leave quickly and spare yourself further embarrassment.” I asked: “Where do you live?” Juliet said: “What, are you planning to come settle the score with me? Well, I might as well tell you – Dylan bought me a luxury apartment right near his office. Every time he tells you he’s working late and can’t come home, he’s actually here with me.”

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On the day I returned from the International Anesthesiology Conference, I, Hannah Walker, learned at the airport that my boyfriend Apollo Stephens had gotten a marriage license with my twin sister Bailey Walker. Desperate to verify the truth, I was drugged by Bailey and forced into labor. As the fetus slipped from my body, still writhing, she crushed it under her foot. She said, “A substitute’s child wouldn’t be loved even if born. I’m just putting it out of its misery.” Then she picked up a scalpel, cut open my abdomen, and brutally carved out my uterus, leaving me to bleed to death. Apollo believed her lies, convinced that the child I carried wasn’t his. He ignored my desperate pleas for help, spread rumors that I had eloped with another man, and even erased all traces of my existence. He said, “She and I shall never meet again, in life or death.” It wasn’t until five years later that surveillance footage of Bailey’s brutal murder of me was exposed. ***** My soul floated in mid-air, staring at the paused frame on the computer screen. I gazed blankly at myself lying on the bed, a gaping hole in my abdomen, the white sheets long since soaked in blood, and a mosaic-blurred mass of flesh lying quietly on the floor. Even my face was pixelated. “Don’t know who could be so vicious. The victim had almost no ability to fight back—looks like she was drugged,” said Apollo’s colleague Cooper Olson, watching the footage with regret. “But this video the tipster provided is from five years ago. Is there still any point in reporting it now?” Apollo leaned forward: “No matter when, we should always speak for the vulnerable. Let’s watch it from the beginning.” I stared at his righteous silhouette, the nameplate on his desk clearly reading “Chief News Anchor Apollo Stephens.” In the five years since my death, he seemed to be doing quite well. Back then, Bailey had spread rumors that I was with Jeremia Harper, and apparently Apollo had easily believed it. My ashes were probably taken by Jeremia, which is why no one ever buried me properly. I became a wandering soul with nowhere to rest. Until a few days ago, when my urn was discovered. My ashes, along with this video, were sent to Vision News. Now, Apollo clicked play on the video. I nervously clenched my fists. The video began with the fetus falling from my body. He frowned and said, “A baby this size is at least five months along. She was definitely drugged.” He sighed softly: “It’s really not easy for a woman to carry a child. Bailey also tried for five years before getting pregnant.” Hearing about Bailey’s pregnancy, my heart felt like it was bleeding. That twin sister of mine, more gentle and considerate than I ever was, could actually conceive peacefully after committing such atrocities. While my child would never come back. Cooper patted Apollo’s shoulder: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t easy for you and Bailey, especially after Hannah hurt Bailey when she ran off with that man, leaving her health compromised ever since.” At the mention of my name, Apollo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression clearly reluctant to discuss it. Cooper also sensed the awkwardness and coughed uncomfortably. Next, the pixelated Bailey in the video raised the scalpel and stabbed it viciously into me. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike the woman who usually couldn’t even open a bottle cap. She roared and screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable. In the video, my head turned to the side, as if I felt no pain, only gazing at the bloody mass on the floor. My child would have been born in just a few more months. It was still moving, still struggling, crying out to me for help. But I hadn’t even thought of a name for it yet. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only crying silently. Tears kept streaming down my face. Bailey leaned close to my ear, speaking in an almost inaudible voice: “What if he knew this child was yours and Jeremia’s?” I used my last bit of strength to grab her, shaking my head frantically, my voice still weak: “No! How could I possibly…” Apollo didn’t recognize my voice. If Bailey and I didn’t look identical, he probably would have forgotten what I looked like long ago. He stood up with a serious expression and walked straight toward the broadcast studio. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked: “Has this video been turned over to the police?” Cooper nodded quickly: “Before sending it here, the anonymous tipster had already contacted the local Westchester County police.” “Westchester County?” Apollo’s brow furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Cooper noticed his reaction: “Apollo, are you okay?” Apollo didn’t say much more, only instructing: “Make sure to ask the police to decode the pixelation in the video.” Then he added: “Such a brutal killer can’t be allowed to remain at large.” I smiled bitterly in the air. Apollo, if you knew that the gentle wife you cherish so much is the real killer, would you still say that?

I was forced to follow Apollo, witnessing him deliver the entire news broadcast. Everything I had experienced before my death was now being made public. But no one knew, nor could anyone possibly believe, that the victim was the very international young anesthesiologist who had dominated the headlines five years ago on Christmas, accused of abandoning her career and having an affair. After Apollo finished work, he hurried to drive to the high-rise revolving restaurant in the city center. At the luxurious VIP table, a woman in elegant attire was already seated with her back turned. I recognized her immediately as Bailey. Apollo walked over, first kissing her cheek affectionately, then handing her the gift he was carrying. He said, “This is just for the baby. The little one will look adorable in this outfit.” Bailey’s eyes flashed with delight as she responded coquettishly, “Why are you in such a rush? I’m only two months pregnant. We don’t even know if this one will make it.” Apollo gently took Bailey’s hand and placed it on his chest, his gaze filled with adoration. He promised, “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure this child is born safely.” I never expected Apollo to care so much about his child with Bailey. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I went to him full of joy. But he only said indifferently that his job was unstable, that he couldn’t afford it, and told me to get rid of the baby. He didn’t even glance at the ultrasound report in my hands. I once thought he didn’t like children. Now I see he simply didn’t want to have children with me. Bailey’s grip on her glass gradually tightened, her brow furrowing slightly. She said, “It’s all my fault for being useless. Five years and I still haven’t been able to make you a father.” Apollo quickly took the glass from her hand and grasped her hands tightly. He comforted her softly, “How can you say that? It’s clearly Hannah who caused all this. How many times have you miscarried these past few years? How much suffering have you endured!” “I was just trying to be kind and reason with her…” Bailey seemed triggered, covering her head as her shoulders trembled with grief. “She’s not my sister! She doesn’t deserve to be!” Apollo pulled her into his arms with heartache. He said, “If I ever run into that bitch again, I’ll punish her severely and make her apologize to you! Come on now, don’t cry. It’s not good for your health.” I remembered that Bailey had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital uterine malformation. This condition made her prone to miscarriages, with extremely low chances of successful pregnancy. She had been insecure about it, even hiding it from her family. I never expected that to cover up the truth later, she would deceive everyone into believing it was caused by my assault. I finally understood—she had my healthy uterus removed out of jealousy. I shook my head frantically in mid-air, desperately trying to expose her true motives. But no one could hear me, no one responded. Apollo then pulled out his phone and made a brief call. He said, “I told Gianna you weren’t feeling well and couldn’t attend her sixtieth birthday party tomorrow. See? She loves you so much, when has she ever said no?” My mother Gianna Walker’s birthday parties used to be mandatory for me to attend, while Bailey could come and go as she pleased. Because I was once her most beloved and proudest daughter. But things were different now. For Bailey’s smooth pregnancy, Gianna readily agreed to her missing the birthday party. Bailey said softly, “Mom loves me the most. Even if she agrees on the surface, she must be disappointed inside. Hannah has already disappointed her enough, so I should still go tomorrow.” My heart was instantly pierced with pain. She had taken away my marriage, taken away my life, and also taken away Gianna, who loved me most. No one knew the truth. As I watched in heartbroken anguish, Apollo gently wiped away the tears on Bailey’s face. “Bailey, you’re just too kind.”

This was less of a birthday party and more like they were throwing another wedding reception. From the moment Bailey walked into the venue arm-in-arm with Apollo, the two became the center of attention. Gianna sat quietly beside them, watching them with loving eyes. I unexpectedly spotted my closest colleague, Malia Owens, in the crowd. I instinctively raised my hand to wave at her, but watched as she walked straight toward Bailey instead. She embraced Bailey warmly, affectionately calling her “sweetheart.” She used to only call me that. She said, “Bailey, did you see the news? That incident your husband reported yesterday—it happened at our hospital!” For a moment, I actually looked forward to seeing panic flash across Bailey’s face. But quite the opposite happened—her expression remained calm. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” Malia frowned and shook her head. “I wonder if it’ll affect our hospital’s reputation. The last PR crisis we had was five Christmases ago when Hannah suddenly quit and left, causing the hospital to face massive complaints.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Malia speak my name with such disgust. Before, she would always defend me, standing firmly by my side and shielding me from gossip. Bailey lowered her head to take a sip of water and said casually, “Hannah must have had her reasons.” Malia slammed the table angrily. “Reasons? She cheated and ran off with someone else! How could she abandon all those patients?” Her voice suddenly rose, drawing stares from people around us. That’s when Apollo finally spoke up. “So many people were waiting for her that day. Someone with a critical condition nearly had their treatment delayed. Others missed their optimal examination window, which led to complications. Even Mr. Wallace got so upset he fell ill. Thank God Bailey was there. Despite her own injuries, she completed that emergency surgery.” Hearing how he referred to me, my heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. He wouldn’t even say my name anymore. Dean Henry Wallace also walked over and gently patted Bailey’s back. He said, “That’s right. Even though it was against protocol, you stepped in just in time. You later proved with your skills that my decision to promote you to Hannah’s position was the right call!” Colleagues around us applauded, showering Bailey with praise. Even Gianna stood up and said, “Even though they’re twins, Bailey is so much better than Hannah. Hannah might as well be dead.” Looking at the undisguised hatred on Gianna’s face, my heart ached. I thought, “But Mom, do you know? I am dead. If you knew I was dead, would you be sad?” At that moment, a flash of smugness crossed Bailey’s eyes before she casually looked toward Apollo. She asked, “Apollo, if Hannah died, would you be sad?” “No.” Apollo answered without hesitation, his tone so decisive it seemed like he’d rehearsed it countless times. He said, “Someone as shameless as her—even if she had given birth to that child, she deserved to be trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and hurt so many people. She should have died on the operating table, cut open and gutted. Her death would be a blessing to humanity.” I stared at Apollo in shock, listening to him speak words that seemed to prophesy my death, my mind flooding with memories of that despair and agony. I thought, “But Apollo, you were the biological father of that child!” Tears of blood fell as I smiled bitterly and whispered, “Apollo, congratulations. You got your wish.” The moment Henry mentioned me, his expression changed instantly. “Someone like Hannah—I was completely blind back then. If I’d known what she was really like, I never would have recommended her to the hospital!” Malia immediately chimed in: “You weren’t the only one who misjudged her! I trusted her for so many years, and it turns out she was just putting on an act in front of me the whole time!” I covered my mouth, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought that even if Bailey deceived her family, my colleagues wouldn’t erase all my past efforts and achievements. I thought they would at least believe in my commitment to professional ethics. I never imagined that eight years of working together couldn’t withstand a few malicious lies. Just then, Apollo’s phone buzzed with a message. Someone had sent him a video. Worried about upsetting Bailey, he excused himself to his colleagues, saying he needed to step away for a moment. I followed him into the restroom. He opened the message. [Mr. Stephens, this surveillance footage isn’t very clear to begin with, but we’ve managed to restore the victim’s image.] [The victim appears to be connected to you somehow. You should take a look yourself.] My breath caught as I thought: “Can they really decode that pixelated footage?” The video began playing, the image gradually becoming clearer. I saw my own face appear in the frame. Apollo watched it over and over again, at least a dozen times. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly punched the bathroom door. Then he immediately called the officer: “Is there any possibility this video was fabricated?” The voice on the other end replied: “We haven’t found any evidence of tampering so far.” Apollo’s face was filled with disbelief. He said: “As a journalist, I have to maintain a rigorous attitude toward the authenticity of evidence. And given my relationship with her, I have every reason to suspect someone deliberately created this for me to see.” I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Bailey could win his trust with just a sentence or two. But now, even seeing me in the video with his own eyes, he still firmly believed the footage was fabricated. He was even convinced that I had faked my death to escape and be with someone else. He pressed further: “Please give me information about whoever provided this video.” But of course, the police couldn’t reveal such information. So he contacted his assistant instead, demanding they investigate everything related to Westchester County and me. With his mind heavy with thoughts, he returned to his seat. His gaze toward Bailey became complicated. Noticing this, Bailey immediately asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Do you have work to handle?” Apollo brushed it off with a few words, saying it was work-related. After a few drinks, he casually asked: “By the way, where did you say Jeremia was from?” Bailey’s expression faltered slightly. She said: “They mentioned going to Westchester County, but I don’t know where they went after that.” I saw Apollo let out a cold laugh. He was probably even more convinced now that I had orchestrated the entire video. He didn’t trust me, and he didn’t even trust the police. Seeing his frown deepen, Bailey asked softly: “Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Did something happen at work that made you think of her?” She put on an act of being hurt and jealous. Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Apollo softened his tone: “There’s a news story involving Westchester County, and I suddenly remembered that man seemed to be from that area too, so I was just asking.” Bailey paused briefly, then asked nonchalantly: “Are you planning to investigate this case?” Apollo shook his head naturally: “No need. I’ve already turned it over to the police.” A flash of panic crossed Bailey’s eyes. Just then, Apollo received a message about Jeremia’s hometown address. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, preparing to leave, but Bailey stopped him. Bailey said: “Today is Mom’s sixtieth birthday. Where else could you possibly want to go?” The others nearby heard this and joined in trying to stop him: “Exactly! It’s rare for everyone to be together like this. Are you really going to abandon Bailey and Gianna to go find someone else?” Malia looked particularly displeased: “Don’t talk about work. I heard you already cleared your schedule for Bailey. You’re not leaving!” Apollo was getting impatient. He simply said a friend had an emergency and needed his help. Then he politely apologized to Gianna and walked straight out, ignoring everyone’s attempts to make him stay. Bailey remained seated, motionless, watching his retreating figure with eyes full of unease.

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While setting up our wedding room, I, Maya Geller, discovered an unidentified stain on the bed sheets. Someone had already been in our new home where I was about to hold my wedding! My mind went blank, and I immediately video-called my fiancé Griffin Johnston. For once he answered instantly, but it was Griffin’s assistant Wren Parker who appeared on the screen. “The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” She smiled seductively and brazenly. I thought coldly to myself: “Perfect. I’m not marrying this man.” ***** When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” Instead, she deliberately looked around at my surroundings and said softly, “Oh, you’re in the new room. The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” I felt dizzy and my head was buzzing. Staring at the woman on the screen, I was momentarily speechless. Wren’s gaze swept over the bed sheets behind me, her tone becoming increasingly smug: “The groom’s not bad either—I tested him for you too.” Only then did I notice her surroundings—a hotel room. Suppressing my surging anger, I struggled to stay calm and spoke again: “Where’s Griffin?” Wren’s eyes deliberately glanced in a certain direction as she said with feigned difficulty, “Mr. Johnston is working overtime, of course. He’s very busy.” Then a familiar voice came through: “Wren, come help me scrub my back.” I froze completely, opening my mouth but unable to make a sound. “You just want to trick me into joining you in the shower, you bad boy.” As Wren spoke, she winked at me and then hung up the video call. I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength, consumed by anger and pain. I don’t know how much time passed before I bitterly smiled and threw those bed sheets into the trash. Tomorrow was supposed to be Griffin’s and my wedding day. I was busy setting up our wedding room while he was busy getting a hotel room with his female assistant. I knew Wren had deliberately sabotaged my wedding. She succeeded. I sent Griffin a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t want to marry you anymore.] I didn’t want this defiled new home, let alone that contaminated man. Looking at the wedding figurine on the table—a couple in wedding attire embracing and smiling—I violently threw it into the trash. I smashed our wedding photo on the wall and tore up all the wedding decorations I had personally arranged. After sending a group message to friends and family canceling the wedding, I turned off my phone and went home. In the quiet, I unconsciously began recalling all the moments Griffin and I had shared over the years. I got myself completely drunk, just to fall asleep with alcohol’s help. The next morning, violent pounding on my door woke me up. Griffin stood at my doorstep with his groomsmen, all dressed in suits. The roses in his hands were scattered and crushed. Seeing my obviously hungover state, he roared furiously: “Maya! Are you out of your mind?!” His twisted, contorted face was truly ugly—I actually found it somewhat amusing. This smile further provoked Griffin. He violently threw the broken bouquet to the ground and bellowed: “Do you know today is our wedding day?!”

I rubbed my eyes, the fatigue from my hangover making me even more irritated. My tone unconsciously turned sharp: “Didn’t I make myself crystal clear? I’m not getting married! We’ve broken up—don’t you get it?” Griffin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he was desperately trying to suppress his rage. He squeezed his eyes shut hard and said through gritted teeth: “Get changed right now and come with me. I’ll pretend nothing happened—I can forgive you this once.” What on earth made him think I was some lovesick fool? I just took my relationships seriously. What gave him the right to think I couldn’t survive without him? My gaze swept over the groomsmen behind him, all wearing expressions of someone watching a good show. I said: “Griffin! You’re the one who screwed up. Do you want to discuss your little affair with Wren right here? Get out! We’re done—understand?” He froze for a moment, his face changing dramatically. That arrogant attitude vanished instantly, his eyes began darting around, but he didn’t leave. His tone softened. He said: “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s my fault—I didn’t have time to explain everything to you beforehand. You can hit me or yell at me all you want later. Today is our wedding, the most important day of our lives. All our friends and family are waiting for us. Stop making a scene and come back with me, okay?” He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes so sincere it was as if I was the one being unreasonable. Griffin’s mood swings were really something. Seeing the groomsmen shooting disapproving looks my way, his best friend even stepped forward to persuade me: “Maya, this really isn’t the time to throw a tantrum. After the wedding, you can do whatever you want.” Perfect. Griffin wanted to embarrass me in public, so I’d play along. But whatever happened next would be entirely his own doing. I nodded: “Fine, just give me a minute.” After washing up, I threw on a random dress and came back out. Griffin asked if I wanted to do my makeup and change into my wedding dress, but I refused both. His face darkened, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The hotel was filled with guests from his family. Although my friends and relatives didn’t know what had happened, they already knew I’d canceled the wedding. But when they saw me walk in dressed like this, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Several guests immediately started criticizing me: “How can you be so selfish about something as important as a wedding? Saying you won’t come and then not showing up? Only Griffin would put up with you.” “Exactly! All these relatives and friends waiting here. If you didn’t want to get married, why didn’t you say so earlier!” “Alright, alright, Maya did show up after all.” Griffin’s mother, Hayley Johnston, took my arm and led me to sit beside her. Her face showed no sign of displeasure, and she even asked gently: “We couldn’t reach you anywhere—we were so worried. Did Griffin make you angry? Tell me, and we’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Griffin’s father, Michael Johnston, also chimed in with a smile: “That’s right, we’re all on your side.” Griffin’s parents had always been wonderful to me. Marrying into their family, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting along with them at all. Hayley was a thoughtful and tolerant elder, and Michael was gentle and generous. But Griffin’s infidelity was something I could never forgive, no matter what. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Hayley assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and said earnestly: “Maya, go get your makeup done and change clothes. I’ll make sure Griffin apologizes to you later.” “Right, don’t let such an important day go to waste,” Michael added his persuasion. I let out a long sigh, ready to explain the situation to them properly and resolve this peacefully. Just then, someone’s arrival interrupted me. Wren clicked in on high heels, wearing a flowing red dress, walking in with light, defiant steps. She smiled slightly, her gaze challenging as she looked at me, her exquisite makeup forming a stark contrast to my bare face. Her footsteps had a distinct rhythm that drew everyone’s attention. She said: “I’m not late, am I? Ms. Geller, congratulations on your wedding.”

I smiled back. Wren looked absolutely stunning, almost like she was the star of the wedding. Wren walked straight to the main table and sat down beside me in what should have been Griffin’s seat. As she bent down to sit, a glimmer of light at her neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but look closer. My heart, which I thought had already gone cold, somehow managed to drop a few more degrees. It was a diamond ring, identical to my wedding ring—a design I had created myself, the only one of its kind in the world. And now, it was hanging around the neck of Wren, the other woman. If my wedding had gone as planned, I had no idea what kind of ring Griffin would have given me. But whether it was some random substitute or something taken from his assistant’s neck, it all made me sick. I still couldn’t help but feel angry, digging my nails into my palms, trying hard not to lose my composure. Just then, Griffin walked into the banquet hall with the minister. “Isn’t the bride wearing a wedding dress? The red dress works too—it’s beautiful.” The minister clearly mistook Wren, dressed in her red gown with perfect makeup, for today’s bride and nodded approvingly. Wren glanced at me, then put on an embarrassed expression, quickly waving her hands. “No, I’m not today’s bride. Ms. Geller, please don’t misunderstand.” Griffin strode over with a dark expression, demanding, “Why haven’t you gone to do your makeup and change clothes? Do you even care about this wedding at all!” He reached out to grab me. Hayley quickly stepped forward to block him, scolding, “Griffin, can’t you speak nicely? Why are you being so harsh?” Wren jumped in at just the right moment, chiming in, “Exactly, Ms. Geller is just being a little stubborn. Mr. Johnston, just humor her a bit—don’t let it delay the wedding.” Griffin became even more furious, looking completely frazzled in front of all the guests. He pointed at me and shouted, “Maya, your stubbornness needs to have limits! Go change your clothes right now!” Wren stood up, gently patting Griffin’s arm to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. Just let Ms. Geller go change. I’ll help you greet the guests.” I said, “Since you’re so eager to greet the guests, why don’t you just go ahead and marry him too?” I didn’t want to keep enduring this anymore. It was clear that today wasn’t going to end peacefully. I raised my voice and announced, “Sorry for the spectacle, everyone. Please enjoy the food and drinks, but Griffin and I’s wedding ends here. We’re breaking up—consider yourselves witnesses.” “How long are you going to keep this up!” Griffin glared at me furiously. Wren immediately put on an anxious act, stamping her foot so her high heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Ms. Geller, you really have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you greet your friends and family—nothing more.” What a performance. I crossed my arms and stared at her coldly. “Helping me greet guests is one thing, but did you help me sleep with Griffin too?” Wren was pleased with my reaction, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes. In an instant, she put on the look of someone deeply wronged. “Ms. Geller, you really have such a deep misunderstanding about me.” I couldn’t help myself—I slapped her. She was quite the actress, but I was done wasting time with her games.

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I, Khloe Edwards, received two “ultimatums” from my boyfriend Paul Howell—whom I’d been dating for eight years—on my birthday. First, get rid of the baby in my belly. Second, donate a kidney to Evelyn Scott, the woman he’s infatuated with. I was so furious I nearly lost control, but suddenly a strange voice echoed in my mind. [Detected disappointment level with target subject has reached 90%.] [Would you like to abandon the mission and return to the real world?] A flood of information rushed in, awakening memories I’d buried long ago. It turned out I had transmigrated into this book. Looking at Paul and Evelyn’s sweet Instagram posts on my phone, I gently blew out the candles on my cake and whispered, “When can I leave?” The system replied: [For transmigrators like you, we prioritize expedited processing.] [Approximately 30 days remaining.] I fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Then let’s go.” On my twenty-sixth birthday, I sat alone amidst the wreckage, eyes swollen and red, face full of despair. For twenty-six years since birth, no matter how terribly Paul treated me, no matter how deeply he disappointed me, as long as he softly called my name, I would forgive him. Because I was a transmigrator, and my purpose in this world was to accompany Paul. He was the entire meaning of my existence. The candlelight died out, and the smoke stung my eyes. An hour ago, I had been waiting expectantly in this carefully decorated birthday room, hoping Paul would propose to me. Half a month ago, I’d accidentally seen a diamond ring in his shopping app. Two months ago, I got pregnant. I waited from evening until nightfall, watching the cream cake melt and lose its shape. Finally, Paul came home, reeking of hospital disinfectant. He paused when he saw the room full of flowers, balloons, and cake, then said wearily, “Sorry, I was with Evelyn at her checkup today. I forgot to buy you a gift.” Evelyn—the woman Paul loved but couldn’t have. Now she was seriously ill with kidney failure. She’d once been a homewrecker for love, even cutting ties with her family, but now the rich guy had dumped her, and Paul accompanied her to all her medical appointments. On my phone was Evelyn’s latest Instagram post. She was reaching toward the moon, wearing that ring on her finger—the same one from Paul’s shopping cart. [Who plucked the moon from the sky and placed it on my finger] I remained silent, clearly dejected, but Paul ignored it as always. He sat across from me, pointing at the photos covering the wall. “Take those down. It wouldn’t look good if Evelyn saw them.” He said Evelyn was now helpless and sick, so he wanted to bring her home to live with us for easier care. My nose tingled with tears as I looked up at him. “In my own home, I hang photos of me and my boyfriend, and I have to consider someone else’s feelings?” Paul frowned, looking exhausted. “Khloe, I’m already tired today! I really don’t have the energy to fight with you.” His exhaustion was for Evelyn, but his bad temper was all for me. He impatiently pushed away the heart-shaped plate I’d carefully prepared. He said, “All you do is mess around with this useless stuff. Can any of this cure Evelyn’s illness?” The plate knocked over the already melting cake, which slowly collapsed like a pile of nauseating fat. He shouted, “What’s so great about cake! Are you really that greedy?” I remembered last week when we were shopping, Evelyn saw me buy two small cakes and pouted pitifully, “They must be so sweet. Too bad I can’t eat them anymore. Paul, taste the sweetness for me.” Paul immediately threw both cakes in the trash, his voice gentle: “When you get better, I’ll buy you a hundred cakes and let you eat until you’re sick of them.” They stood side by side, looking like a perfect match to passersby. I held my plastic fork, feeling superfluous. Facing Paul’s rage, I shed scalding tears: “Today is my birthday. What’s wrong with me eating cake? I didn’t make Evelyn sick—it’s her own fate!” Paul violently flipped the table, splashing soup all over me. I instinctively protected my belly. He said, “Khloe! You’re so vicious!” That was the most piercing thing I heard on my twenty-sixth birthday. That night, Paul didn’t come home. At dawn, Evelyn called, her voice full of feigned concern: “Khloe, did you and Paul fight? He’s at my place, chain-smoking on the balcony.” I knew Paul smoked. After I got pregnant, I’d asked him not to smoke at home, but every time he came back, the smell of cigarettes still clung to him. I thought it was just a hard habit to break, but if he truly cared, would I need to remind him? I said nothing, so Evelyn continued: “Khloe, as Paul’s friend, it really breaks my heart to see him like this. Could you please, for my sake, stop fighting with him? When people are healthy, they’re always greedy for more; only when they’re sick do they realize how precious those ordinary days were…” I cut her off: “Evelyn, you don’t need to call just to disgust me.” I heard the subtle sound of her turning on speakerphone, but I no longer cared. I was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, desperately struggling for something that was never meant to be mine, only to put on a show for others’ entertainment. Sure enough, the phone was snatched away. Paul angrily demanded: “Khloe! You’ve gone too far! Evelyn is sick! Are you deliberately calling to upset her? Do you want her dead?”

Every argument that ended without resolution, tangled together over the years, had turned the red thread between us into a mass of dead knots. Evelyn pleaded through her tears, her voice utterly pitiful: “Paul, I’m someone with no future left. Please don’t fight with Khloe over me anymore! I’m begging you! I don’t want you two arguing because of me! Khloe, it’s all my fault. I’m the one who kept clinging to Paul, asking him to accompany me to the doctor. I apologize to you. I’m sorry!” Chaos erupted on the other end of the line, followed by Evelyn collapsing again. Paul’s roar nearly pierced through the receiver: “Khloe! Are you satisfied now?!” I hung up directly. Twenty-six years old, utterly defeated—what was there to be satisfied about? By dawn, I had nearly finished packing up the house. Only the wall full of memories remained. In the book, Evelyn was a supporting female character abandoned by fate, now heading toward the tragic ending of being kicked out by the male lead. Paul didn’t even qualify as a third male lead. In the story, he was just Evelyn’s college admirer, a minor character mentioned in passing. But I remembered this boy who had always silently protected Evelyn. The book described how Paul was left behind after his parents’ divorce, raised by his elderly grandfather, growing up like roadside weeds—resilient and strong, forever guarding the goddess in his heart. Even when everyone said she deserved her fate, he only remembered the senior who had smiled at him when he first entered college. Paul was supposed to live a lonely life. It was out of pity for him that I chose to cross over here, to keep him company. In narrow alleyways, I followed Paul’s footsteps, accompanying him through his originally solitary childhood in a world the author never described, growing up together. In corners unknown to anyone, Paul and I fell in love. But now the plot had progressed to Evelyn reaping what she sowed, being driven back to the small town, falling ill and seeking out Paul. She had effortlessly destroyed everything I had carefully maintained for twenty-six years. I tore the photos into pieces, one by one. This world never truly belonged to me after all. My stomach churned violently. Oh right, I was pregnant in this world. I had asked the system if I could take the child with me when I left. The system replied: [Everything from the book can only exist briefly in the real world before quickly perishing.] Before I could make a decision, my phone suddenly vibrated. The hospital sent a report—Evelyn and I were a five-point kidney match, highly compatible. When Paul learned of Evelyn’s illness, he had secretly arranged for me to be tested for compatibility. That was the first time he had ever pleaded with me: “Khloe, please. One kidney won’t affect much—you have me anyway, and you don’t need to do any physical labor. But without a kidney, Evelyn will die.” Paul had obviously received the hospital’s notification too. For the first time since our fight two years ago, he actually spoke to me first. Perhaps feeling it was too abrupt to bring it up directly, he rarely asked me: “What are you packing?” I replied calmly: “Packing my things.” He continued on his own: “Right, you always buy all sorts of random stuff. It’s good to organize properly. After the surgery, Evelyn can move in too.” My hand froze, and I threw the item I was holding hard into the box. “What surgery?” I stared into Paul’s eyes, my gaze burning. He avoided my gaze, walked over to take my hand, his tone gentle: “I asked the doctor—it won’t have much impact on your life. Haven’t you always wanted to travel? Once you’ve recovered, I’ll take a long vacation and properly accompany you to relax. How about we travel and get married?” I had harbored feelings for Paul for twenty-six years, and we had been officially together for eight years. After he ruined my birthday, when he wanted me to donate a kidney to Evelyn, he finally proposed to me. I gently took his hand and placed it on my lower abdomen: “Paul, there’s our child here. It’s already two months along. It will grow bigger, be born, and call you daddy!” As if burned by my scorching gaze, Paul’s hand trembled slightly. He had once said the family he most envied was one with loving parents and happy children. During those lonely summer nights, we watched stars on the rooftop, back when we hadn’t yet entered college, when he hadn’t yet met Evelyn. Back then, Paul only had me, who had grown up alongside him. We entered elementary school together on the first day, giving each other courage. In middle school, I was class president, introducing outstanding graduate representative Paul to take the stage. Under everyone’s gaze, our youth shone together. At high school orientation, when I was forced to sing, Paul, who never liked performing, held a guitar and gently accompanied me. At our eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, on the eve of the oppressive college entrance exams, Paul threw away his speech and spoke clearly to all the teachers and students: “Khloe, we’ve grown up together. For the rest of our lives, we’ll walk together. Thank you for appearing in my barren life.” His kiss then, turning his head toward me, was clean and pure. The warmth of his palm had once been just as warm. We gazed at each other for a long time, tears welling up in both our eyes. He had once truly cared for me. I said: “Paul, you’re touching our child right now. Look into my eyes and tell me—do you really not want us anymore?” His throat moved, as if gripped by an invisible hand. In that moment, he wavered. But the next second, his phone rang, and Evelyn’s broken sobs came through: “Paul, it really is kidney failure. Paul! Save me! I don’t want to die!” That gentle hand instantly turned ice-cold. Paul’s eyes shook violently, like a piece of glass about to shatter. “Khloe, we can have children later.” The system notification immediately sounded in my mind. [System detected: Target’s disappointment value has reached 100%.] [Return condition changed to: death equals return.]

I agreed to donate my kidney. The system told me that to return to the real world, I had to die in this one. Then let me die on the operating table during Evelyn’s kidney transplant. Perhaps I agreed too readily—even Paul felt uneasy about it. These past few days, he’d done something unprecedented: leaving Evelyn alone at the hospital to accompany me through various medical tests. “Are you sure you want to terminate the pregnancy? The baby is developing well,” the doctor frowned, looking completely puzzled. Paul stared at the screen showing the already-formed little life, listening to the amplified heartbeat. As if struck by lightning, he lowered his head. That morning, I overheard him making a secretive phone call by the bathroom door. “Can Evelyn wait a few more months?” “Can’t wait any longer…” Of course she couldn’t wait—after all, the system had told me last night that it couldn’t bear to watch anymore and had taken the liberty of modifying the parameters, accelerating Evelyn’s condition. I told the doctor I was certain about terminating the pregnancy because I was about to donate my kidney. The doctor sighed, “This patient must be incredibly important to you. Many biological parents and siblings wouldn’t make the sacrifice you’re making.” I looked at Paul and replied softly, “I suppose she’s important. She’s a very important friend of my boyfriend’s.” The doctor looked confused: “What kind of friend could be more important than your wife and child?” She asked if we wanted to take a photo as a keepsake. Paul’s hand trembled as he reached for his phone, but I had already stood up. “No need.” My voice was as cold and hard as an operating table. Although the system had blocked the pain, when the instruments entered my abdomen, I still felt an emptiness in my heart. As if even the heart I’d grown in this world had been removed along with everything else. The blood clot lay quietly in the tray. Evelyn walked in carrying a bowl of cold soup, saying casually, “Khloe, two months doesn’t even count as life. Lots of people act like nothing happened afterward, though you’re more delicate than most. Don’t feel guilty about it—think of it as cleaning out bodily waste. Paul hasn’t even quit smoking, so your kid probably wouldn’t have grown up healthy anyway.” I threw the soup all over her, just as Paul walked through the door. Evelyn’s eyes reddened as she said, “It’s okay. It’s normal for Khloe to resent me when she’s upset. I owe her this—whatever she does to me is justified.” Paul instinctively frowned, opened his mouth but said nothing. Only after the soup on Evelyn’s clothes had dried did he speak: “Khloe, are you selling your studio? Someone called me about it. You don’t need to worry about the surgery costs.” A flash of smugness crossed Evelyn’s face: “Right, don’t worry about the surgery costs. Paul says he has enough money. Thanks, Khloe, but I’m not used to owing people. It’s only because of my years-long relationship with Paul that things have come to this point, otherwise I wouldn’t…” I looked up and cut her off: “I’ve known him for twenty-six years. What credentials are you flaunting in front of me?” Paul finally couldn’t hold back: “Evelyn didn’t mean anything by it, Khloe. Don’t be so sensitive. Everyone knows we grew up together. I know you’re worried about the pressure on me, but the studio represents years of your hard work. We’re not at the point where we need to sell it for money.” I said, “Don’t flatter yourself.” I didn’t even glance at them. Selling the studio was to buy two items from the system. One of them was to erase my parents’ memories of me in this world. Before the surgery, Paul unusually offered to accompany me home to see my parents. In this world, my family was the most ordinary yet most precious—loving parents in a harmonious home. They welcomed us warmly, preparing a table full of our favorite dishes. My mother carefully picked out fish meat for me: “Now that you’re pregnant, you need to eat more. Don’t diet. If you don’t want to cook, come home to eat, or I can bring food to you—just don’t keep eating takeout. Don’t worry about the baby. Once it’s born, your father and I will help take care of it. We’re here for you, don’t be afraid.” I held back tears for a long time. Twenty-six years—they were such real parents. My father kept raising his glass, toasting with Paul: “I don’t know what my silly daughter owes you from a past life, but her heart and eyes are full of only you! Your mother and I may be ordinary people without much ability, but we’ve cherished Khloe since she was little. Paul, I’m begging you—please don’t hurt Khloe!” I had only ever spoken well of Paul in front of my parents, so they firmly believed we’d end up together. Paul kept his head down, drinking. His glass seemed to sink into the dust. He said, “Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, don’t worry. I’ll definitely treat Khloe well from now on.” Before entering the operating room, he said solemnly again: “I know I’ve been unfair to you before. Let this surgery be the end of things between Evelyn and me. We’ll be good together from now on.” I pulled my hand from his grip, my voice calm: “Paul, we don’t have a future.” He looked completely stunned as I was wheeled into the operating room. Half an hour later, the doctors cried out in panic: “Why did the patient’s blood pressure suddenly drop? Her heart stopped too!” When I was wheeled out of the operating room, Paul collapsed like a madman. At the same time, in the ward where a doctor was conducting routine checks on Evelyn, he roared: “What kind of joke is this? She doesn’t have any illness at all!”

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My roommate Mariana Smith actually drugged me, Sienna Lynch, and sold me to an illegal organ trafficking organization just to buy luxury handbags. Mariana said, “A kidney’s worth five hundred thousand dollars, and she’s got Rh-negative blood!” A man’s voice replied, “I’ll give you six hundred thousand. Remember, keep your mouth shut!” The doctor approached me with a syringe in hand. Suddenly, I realized he was Connor Wood, our former family doctor. ***** In the cramped storage room, I lay bound with ropes on the cold floor. Outside the window, a man and woman were quietly discussing my fate. “Of course I won’t talk, but what about her? Are you sure you can control her?” The speaker was Mariana, my roommate for the past two years. She’d been constantly complaining lately about being broke and unable to afford the designer bag she’d wanted for so long. I had even suggested she get a part-time job to earn money. She said she’d figure something out, but who could have imagined her solution would be selling my kidney! Cold sweat broke out in my palms. Anyone involved in illegal organ trafficking was definitely dangerous! To prevent me from exposing their secret, they might even kill me outright! “That’s not your concern. We’ve been in this business for years—we know how to handle things.” The man in the white coat waved dismissively. He shoved a briefcase at Mariana, lowering his voice in warning: “Keep your mouth shut!” When he turned around, I clearly saw the distinctive hook-shaped scar on his forehead. I remembered that scar well. It belonged to Connor, our family doctor. Until I was ten, he had been responsible for my healthcare. Later, because my cousin Calvin Lynch had health issues, my father George Lynch arranged for him to transfer to work at my aunt Freya Lynch’s house. I hadn’t seen him in over ten years, but I’d always remembered that scar on his forehead. I curled up my bound feet and kicked over the nearby mop with all my strength. The dull thud startled the people outside, and several pairs of eyes turned toward me. Ignoring whatever expression Mariana might have, I stared directly at Connor, desperately making muffled sounds. I screamed in my mind: “It’s me! Please save me!” They were only in this business for money. George would definitely pay any price to rescue me! “How is she awake?” Connor seemed annoyed and told Mariana, “You should leave now. This is no longer your concern.” Mariana couldn’t wait to take the money and leave. Without even glancing at me, she walked away. Connor pushed open the half-closed door and looked down at me condescendingly. “Someone important urgently needs an Rh-negative kidney. You’re just an ordinary college student—struggling won’t help. Accept your fate.” Hearing his arrogant tone, I was stunned. He didn’t recognize me? “Mmph!” Ignoring the searing pain as the tape pulled at my face, I desperately tried to make noise. Connor looked at me coldly. “Once you’re here, screaming won’t help even if you shout yourself hoarse. There’s no one around. Be cooperative—it’s better for both of us.” I struggled frantically, deliberately shaking my hair away to reveal the birthmark on my neck. It was a distinctively shaped five-pointed star birthmark. He had cared for me for ten whole years—there was no way he wouldn’t remember it. Sure enough, Connor slowly approached. He crouched in front of me, carefully examining the birthmark, and said hesitantly, “I’ll remove the tape now, but don’t scream. Even if you do, it won’t help—no one can hear you here. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.” I nodded vigorously to show I understood. I didn’t need to scream anymore—I just needed to reveal my identity. Connor ripped the tape off my face, and tears streamed down from the pain. But I couldn’t worry about that. I immediately called out in a hoarse voice: “I’m Sienna! Sienna Lynch! My father is George Lynch. If you want money, he’ll pay you!”

I kept my guard up and didn’t dare reveal that I recognized him. He was in a dangerous line of work where death could come at any moment. What if he decided to kill me to keep his secret? Even when I flipped my hair earlier, I deliberately made it look like I was struggling. I looked at him with pleading eyes: “If you want money, I can give it to you. Just let me go, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” “You…” Connor frowned, clearly hesitating. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. A burly, bald man covered in muscle, Tate James, walked over and asked impatiently, “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take her for the compatibility test.” Connor gave me a long look, then stood up and said to Tate, “She seems to be George’s daughter.” Tate paused for a moment, then sneered, “Just because she says so? If she really were George’s daughter, how could she possibly end up in a place like this?” I quickly spoke up: “Give me an account number right now, and I’ll transfer money to you immediately! Is a million dollars enough? Just let me go, and we can negotiate any amount!” “Bullsh*t!” Tate spat right in front of me. “You think I haven’t seen the world? A million dollars and you think you can pretend to be the richest man’s daughter? “Don’t try to play games with me. Once you’re in this place, don’t expect to leave alive!” My mouth was sealed with tape again. They stuffed me into a dog cage and drew a vial of blood for compatibility testing. After that, no one paid attention to me, except for the occasional person who came in to give me IV fluids. The people who came to give injections never said a word and completely ignored my muffled struggles. I don’t know how much time passed, but just when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, I finally heard voices. “Mrs. Lynch, look, the compatibility test was successful. The reports are all here – this will definitely save your son.” It was Tate’s voice, exceptionally fawning in tone. I forced my eyes open and saw two pairs of legs standing outside the cage. “Good, as long as it’s a match. This is Sienna?” A familiar voice reached my ears. I stared in disbelief and jerked my head up. I saw familiar clothing, a familiar face. It was my aunt Freya! My father only had this one sister, who had been pampered since childhood. She had always been good to me, sometimes making me feel she cared for me even more than my own mother. Why was she here? The “important person” Tate mentioned was actually her? The person who needed a kidney transplant was Calvin? I used my last bit of strength to frantically kick at the cage. Aunt Freya! Aunt Freya, save me! Freya finally noticed me. Under my hopeful gaze, she slowly crouched down until we were eye to eye. She wore a smile, but it was ice-cold, nothing like the gentle Freya from my memories. She said, “Oh my, isn’t this my little princess? How did you end up looking like this?” She reached out and roughly tore the tape from my mouth, the violent motion making my cheeks burn with pain. I looked at her through tears: “Aunt Freya, save me!” “Ha.” She just looked at me with a cold laugh. “Save you? My son is waiting for your kidney to save his life. If I save you, who’s going to save my son?” I licked my cracked lips, my eyes still pleading: “Aunt Freya, if Calvin really needs it, I’m willing to donate my kidney to him.” Calvin was my only cousin. If I really was a compatibility match, how could I possibly be unwilling to save him? “Ha, you talk a good game! You’d risk your own health to save my son?” Freya looked at me sideways, clearly not believing me at all. She didn’t give me another chance to argue, turning to Tate with instructions: “Watch her carefully. Schedule the surgery for tomorrow.” Tate pulled out a syringe and shook it: “Mrs. Lynch, don’t worry. I’ll make sure she sleeps right through to the operating table.” Freya said, “Control the dosage properly. I don’t care if she sleeps to death, just don’t let it affect my son’s transplant surgery.”

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital room. My hands and feet were tightly bound to the hospital bed. Thick tape covered my mouth, stretched so tight it made my face ache. I could hear voices talking outside the door. “Why did you choose this hospital? Can the doctors here really perform the transplant surgery properly?” That deep voice—it was George’s voice, the one I knew so well! I jerked my head toward the window and saw George and Freya standing outside! Hope for survival instantly overwhelmed me. I struggled desperately, twisting my body and trying to make noise to get George’s attention. In my heart, I screamed: “Dad!” My hands and feet were bound so tightly I’d almost lost all feeling. But none of that mattered—I could still move my neck. Fighting through the excruciating pain in my arms being pulled, I kept banging my head against the bed rail. I prayed silently over and over: “Dad, please look at me!” As if hearing the commotion, George instinctively turned his head. But just as he was about to make eye contact with me, Freya reached out and took his arm. She said: “This is the only place I can find a kidney donor to save Calvin. George, please don’t ask so many questions. Trust me—how could I possibly harm my own son?” George’s attention returned to her, and he didn’t look my way again. He said: “Fine, as long as we can save Calvin, whatever it takes.” “Yes, I really had no other choice.” Freya wiped her tears, leaning weakly against George’s shoulder. But from an angle George couldn’t see, she glared at me viciously, with a hint of smugness in her eyes. I bit the tip of my tongue, using the pain to keep myself calm. I absolutely couldn’t give up! I struggled with all my might, making the old hospital bed creak and groan. “What’s that noise?” George turned around in confusion, looking toward me again. Freya tried to stop him, but it was too late. George’s gaze had already fallen on me. “This…” Through the glass window, George showed a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with this child? Why did the hospital tie her up like this?” I froze, thinking: “Dad doesn’t recognize me?” Freya suddenly smiled, staring at me as she said: “I heard she has violent tendencies and hurts people.” George nodded: “I see.” Seeing George about to look away again, I desperately widened my eyes and continued banging my head against the bed rail. I knew George too well. Even toward strangers, seeing me like this, he definitely wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing! Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, George brushed away Freya’s hand and walked straight into the room. Freya shouted: “George! What are you doing! Calvin will be here soon! Why are you bothering with other people!” The smugness on Freya’s face instantly disappeared. She hurried after him, trying to stop George again. But George completely ignored her. He took off his suit jacket and folded it to cushion the bed rail. He said: “Young lady, don’t hurt yourself. Accept treatment properly.” I stared at him, struggling to turn my neck so he could see the birthmark on my neck clearly. George’s hand suddenly froze. He stood stunned for a few seconds, then frantically brushed away the hair on my neck, staring at the birthmark with bloodshot eyes. He said in shock: “Sienna?” Seeing George’s anxious expression, tears slid down from the corners of my eyes. I was saved! “How are you here? What the hell is going on!” George’s furious roar echoed throughout the entire room. He reached out to untie the ropes binding me, but Freya grabbed his hands tightly: “What are you doing!” George shook Freya off and continued untying the knots. Freya crashed into the hospital bed but ignored the pain, pointing at George and cursing: “George! Wake up! Only Sienna and Calvin are a match! “If you let her go, forget about saving your son! “Are you really going to abandon your own son for your daughter?” Before I could recover from the joy of finally being saved, Freya’s words struck me back to reality. I thought in shock: “Own son? Calvin is George’s own son? Aren’t they supposed to be siblings? How is that possible?” I suddenly realized something, my gaze shifting back and forth between George and Freya.

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My name is Maisey Wilson. When I was nine months pregnant, Sullivan Gray’s first love, Luna Wilson, also got pregnant. To protect Luna’s reputation, he hastily registered their marriage, making my child illegitimate. When I cried to him about it, his tone was cold: “An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation. Don’t put me in a difficult position.” “If you terminate the pregnancy, we can continue our relationship.” That’s when I realized what I thought was love was just mutual convenience to him. Later, I did as he wished and terminated the pregnancy. While he was caring for Luna, I followed my family’s arrangement and married someone else. From then on, we never saw each other again. ***** “This little dress is so cute. Should we buy it for our daughter?” I heard Luna’s voice. She was holding her slightly rounded belly while Sullivan had his arm around her waist, their gestures intimate. Seeing me turn around, she smiled at me: “What a coincidence! How do you have time to shop for baby clothes?” “Have you found a father for the child in your belly?” Before I could process why they were together, I instinctively wanted to turn to Sullivan for help, but his coldness stung me, leaving me to lower my head helplessly. He wouldn’t let me reveal my identity, and I didn’t dare say that Sullivan was the father of my unborn child. After a long pause, I found an excuse: “He’s busy.” Luna glanced at my belly: “Your belly is already so big. You’re already an illegitimate daughter yourself—are you really going to make your child illegitimate too?” My eyes welled up with tears as I clenched my fists: “That’s not true.” Sullivan’s gentle voice came at just the right moment: “Maisey, you don’t look well. Should we take you home first?” I caught the warning in his words. I shook my head: “No need.” I buried my head lower and hurried away from the scene. Just as I stepped out of the store, Sullivan called after me. He handed me a bottle of water: “You look uncomfortable. Have some water first.” Then he lowered his voice: “Today caught me off guard. Go wait for me at the usual place, and I’ll explain everything later.” I caught sight of Luna’s venomous glare and shuddered in fear, not daring to take the bottle. I quickly nodded and hailed a cab to leave. The so-called “usual place” was a hotel suite under Sullivan’s name. Whenever he needed to see me, he would arrange to meet in the penthouse room. He had a sex addiction but refused medication, and I happened to adore him, willingly becoming his remedy. This twisted relationship had lasted over three years. I returned to the hotel to wait. It wasn’t until dark that Sullivan finally came back. He carried the scent of perfume, and I stopped myself from moving to embrace him. Sullivan just sat on the distant sofa. He said: “Luna is pregnant. An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation.” “I’ve already registered our marriage. After her child is born, we’ll hold the wedding ceremony.” I choked up: “What about me? What do my child and I mean to you?” Sullivan’s tone was icy: “If you’re willing to terminate it, we can maintain our original relationship.” I stared at him in shock, even forgetting to wipe my tears: “What are you saying?” “In your heart, these three years between us—was it just that kind of relationship?” Sullivan finally looked directly at me: “I told you from the beginning that I had someone I liked. You and I were just using each other.” I tremblingly removed the ring from my right hand: “A year ago, you got down on one knee and proposed, saying you’d marry me someday. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have kept this child.” “The doctor said I’m nine months pregnant. Our baby is very healthy.” He knew how much I had looked forward to this new life over these nine months—I had even chosen names already. Sullivan interrupted impatiently: “That was just drunken nonsense. Besides, didn’t you enjoy our relationship? Now you’re acting like you’ve been wronged—for whose benefit?” “Yes, I did think about being with you officially after your child was born safely.” “But Luna confessed her feelings to me. She said she liked me and was willing to have my child.” “Now that she’s actually pregnant, how could I not take responsibility?” After saying this, his tone became even more stern: “Maisey, don’t put me in a difficult position.”

His words cut through me like a knife. My hand fell limply to my side, letting the ring roll away and disappear into the couch cushions. Everyone used to say Luna was Sullivan’s first love. The two had fallen in love and broken up abroad, like something straight out of a tragic romance novel. I had once asked him if this was true. He didn’t give me a straight answer, instead silencing my questions with a kiss. He said, “Now, I only have you.” His answer was vague, but I took those words as confirmation, as proof of our relationship. Now it seems the rumors were true after all. I had been deluding myself this whole time. I gripped the bedsheets tightly and whispered, “Okay.” Only then did Sullivan breathe a sigh of relief. He picked up his car keys and stood up. “You should go back to your place tonight,” he said. “I have things to handle too.” I walked downstairs alone and crouched by the roadside waiting for a ride. When I got home and pushed open the door, I was met with Luna’s resentful glare. “So you finally decided to come home?” she said. I froze in place and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Luna stepped forward and threw a stack of photos at my feet. She accused me, “You two are always clinging to each other. Today, even knowing I’m pregnant with his child, you still went and seduced him. You have no shame!” I kept my head down and silently picked up the scattered photos. They were all from today’s events. Seeing my silence, she grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I didn’t dare struggle, only asking quietly, “When did you find out?” Luna let out a cold laugh. “You’re just as stupid as your mother. I’ve been with him for so many years – I know everyone around him. You think it’s hard for me to investigate something? You’re just like your mother, always going after other women’s men.” With that, she slapped me hard across the face. Still not satisfied, she kicked me in the stomach. She continued, “You’re nothing but a bastard child. Let me tell you the truth – the baby in my belly isn’t even his. But he’s from the Gray family. As long as my child is born safely, they’ll be the Gray family heir, enjoying all the privileges. So I’m warning you, and your child too – don’t ever appear in front of him again!” With that, she let go. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, kowtowing repeatedly until my forehead started bleeding. “That’s more like it. Next time won’t be so easy,” Luna snorted coldly, satisfied as she turned and headed back to her room. Only after she went upstairs did I drag my numb body slowly up the stairs. I couldn’t afford to cross anyone in the Wilson family. I was born from my father’s drunken mistake. When I was eight years old, my mother Camilla Wilson had schemed to kill Luna’s mother. My father had always despised me for being just a daughter, never even acknowledging my illegitimate status. Luna knew all of this, but when we were young, she couldn’t do anything about us. Over the years, she used Camilla’s attempts to please her to gradually drive a wedge between us, turning mother and daughter against each other. I was often so suppressed by her that I couldn’t go to school or eat, sometimes even having to sleep with the dogs at night. Only by obediently following Luna’s orders could I earn a hot meal and a peaceful night’s sleep. So for all these years, I never dared defy her. We had both fallen for Sullivan at first sight at a party, but neither of us dared approach him. It wasn’t until two years after they broke up that Sullivan approached me first, giving me the courage to get involved with him. But I never imagined they had gotten back together and even had a child. Given Luna’s personality, if I didn’t run away now, I’d probably end up dead. With trembling hands, I dialed a number: “Hello, you said before that you wanted to marry me. Does that still stand?”

A low chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Are you sure?” I said, “I’m sure.” He said, “Wait for me. I’m getting ready now.” With that, I immediately hung up the phone. Early the next morning, I was woken up by Sullivan’s call. “Come downstairs.” Before I could even react, my body had already quickly changed clothes and headed out the door. I had never refused any of Sullivan’s demands. Seeing me appear, Sullivan shoved me into the back seat, then hurriedly drove off as if he were afraid Luna might discover us. He said, “I’m leaving the country with Luna tonight. I’m worried you’ll secretly have the baby by yourself while I’m gone.” I choked up for a moment, only managing to say dryly, “I won’t.” But Sullivan didn’t believe me. He was afraid I would ruin the sweet love between him and Luna. He even insisted on accompanying me into the operating room. He said, “You’re already nine months pregnant. We can only induce labor directly. Just bear with it.” I took a deep breath and nodded. However, as time passed minute by minute, my baby refused to come. It wasn’t until dawn that I couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally had a C-section. The baby’s cries immediately filled the entire operating room. “You can tell it’s a healthy baby just by listening,” the doctor said with a smile, congratulating me, but I couldn’t smile back. My nose stung, and I tremblingly tugged at Sullivan’s sleeve as he sat beside me, pleading, “Can we keep her?” Sullivan’s expression remained unchanged, his tone indifferent: “We agreed to euthanize her. If it weren’t for my momentary impulse back then, someone of your status wouldn’t deserve to carry my child.” As soon as he finished speaking, my child seemed to sense something and cried even harder. My heart ached along with each cry. I said, “She’s crying so loudly, and she’s so small. I could go abroad to somewhere no one knows me. I would never…” He cut me off: “No.” He frowned impatiently and covered my ears with his hands: “If you can’t hear her crying, you won’t be sad.” I watched helplessly as they inserted the long needle into the child’s body. It seemed to have no effect, and several people exchanged glances. One of them walked over to Sullivan and whispered, “Mr. Gray, the euthanasia injection isn’t working on her.” Sullivan said, “Then strangle her.” His tone was casual, as if she were just some disposable object. But that was my child! If she couldn’t die, why not let her live? I screamed, “Are you insane!” He pressed his hand tightly over my mouth. I struggled and kicked, but he tied me up with rope. In the end, I could only watch helplessly as my child completely stopped breathing right in front of me. She died before my very eyes. From birth to death, my child lived for only two short minutes. Sullivan finally released his grip on me. Tears fell like rain, and ignoring the excruciating pain of my C-section wound tearing, I stumbled toward my child. Her body was still warm. She was the girl I had always hoped for… I collapsed beside her, sobbing uncontrollably: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I thought bitterly: “Mommy failed to protect you.” The operating room fell into dead silence. I turned around, crawled over, and grabbed Sullivan’s pant leg, begging: “Could you please give her a headstone, somewhere I can go to remember her?” Sullivan’s frown deepened, and he refused me without hesitation: “I can’t let Luna know I had a child with someone else. Letting you see her one last time was already my mercy. Don’t push my limits.” After a pause, he bent down slightly, gently tucked my tear-soaked hair behind my ear, picked me up, and carried me toward the hospital room. He said, “It’s just a baby. Nothing to cry about. When I get back, I’ll buy you that limited edition bag you’ve always wanted to make it up to you.” As he spoke, a smile played at the corners of his mouth: “Of course, if you’re still willing to maintain our original relationship when I return, I’d be very happy.” His hand slid to my chin, gently lifting my face: “After all, you’re quite skilled. I’d hate to give that up.” His gaze roamed over my body, shattering the last defense in my heart. I stared at him, trembling all over: “You bastard!” Sullivan paused, frowned, but quickly relaxed: “Fine, I won’t argue with you today.” My child with him had been casually murdered by him just like that. I clenched my fists. There, I held onto the last trace of warmth from my child that I could preserve. He said, “Alright, Luna and I need to leave. I’ve already arranged for a caregiver. Rest well.” With that, he turned and left without hesitation, not even sparing me a backward glance. The moment the hospital room door closed completely, I collapsed on the bed, whispering softly: “We have no future.”

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