Author: Momo Chan

“Chloe is sweet and innocent, she’d never do something like that. She’s not twisted and malicious like you!” Later, Chloe accidentally electrocuted herself while abusing another cat, becoming a high-level paraplegic. He clutched their wedding photo, looking like he’d aged decades overnight from grief, begging me for forgiveness. I just smiled. “Stop crying, Dean. Chloe’s bedpan is probably overflowing. Time to go play nursemaid.” 0 My cat went missing yesterday. I wasn’t home, but Dean, my boyfriend, insisted on coming over to drop off some fruit. He left without properly closing the door, and my cat, Spud, just wandered out. The security cameras didn’t catch anything, and our search turned up nothing. *Pop! Pop!* Mini fireworks suddenly burst in the dim room. Dean walked in, holding a bouquet, pulled out a ring, and knelt before me. “I was careless yesterday, and Spud went missing. But honestly, they say pets can cause problems when you’re trying to start a family, right?” “Now that Spud’s gone, isn’t it like fate made the decision for us?” “Rowan, let’s get married. Please, marry me. We’ll have a baby, and give all our love to this family.” A crowd of friends, holding cakes and gifts, rushed into my place, cheering and surrounding us, recording videos. And I, tears streaming down my face, looked as if I was deeply moved by this “devoted” man. “Say yes! Say yes!” Someone started the chant. Dean confidently smirked, took my hand, and slowly began to slide the ring on. But I stopped him. The next second, I grabbed the entire cream cake and smashed it right into his face! “Who the hell gave you the right? Go propose to your damn self!” The lively proposal ended in chaos. My friends, sensing the tension, wisely left. Only Chloe remained, standing outside the door, consoling Dean. “Rowan’s just throwing a little tantrum, you need to coax her more, hehe.” “But seriously, no matter how angry she is, all this fuss over *a cat*? She’s so disrespectful to you in public. Did her mom just never teach her any manners?” The old building had poor sound insulation. Chloe’s soft, sweet voice drifted in through the doorframe, fueling my rage. I poured a large glass of water and marched towards the door. Just then, Dean spoke up. “Rowan’s parents passed away years ago, so yeah, she kinda grew up without proper guidance.” “Chloe, I’m giving that cat to you. My parents won’t approve of my wife having a cat. I need to get rid of it before she can marry into my family, so I had to trick her like this.” “If Rowan wants to unleash her fury, she can direct it all at me. I’ll take it. I won’t let her hurt you.” Suddenly, his words caught in his throat. I flung the front door open, glaring menacingly at the two of them. Chloe had her back to the door. Just as she was about to turn, I raised my hand and splashed the entire glass of water in her face. “My parents didn’t raise me well? How about *your* parents? Wash your filthy mouth!” “Ah!” Chloe shrieked. I then backhanded her, throwing the glass directly at Dean’s head, where it shattered. “Are you insane? You gave away my cat, my companion for six years? What, is your family the monarchy? Why would I be desperate to marry into it?!” 2. Dean was stunned, his face flushed crimson with explosive anger. But he was a polished corporate professional after all; he didn’t curse or retaliate. He just instinctively pulled Chloe behind him. “Rowan, calm down. Chloe’s trying to help us!” Chloe was a classmate from college, now working as a psychology assistant lecturer at our alma mater. She was a slender, tall beauty, who spoke in a gentle voice, earning her the reputation of the campus goddess. She was also a charity influencer, specializing in rescuing stray animals, with her accounts constantly sharing posts about cats needing adoption. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with Dean. I just extended my hand, demanding my cat back from Chloe. “Rowan, you’re misunderstanding me.” Chloe calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her sweet voice carrying a hint of annoyance. “You really shouldn’t be so hostile towards all women. I love cats and dogs, but I would never accept attention or gifts from someone else’s boyfriend. I refused anything Dean sent, I left it all outside my door.” My mind went blank with a sudden rush of shock. Dean gave a bitter smile, whispering to Chloe. “You’re a woman of such integrity, not accepting it was the right thing to do. I’m sorry to have caused you trouble, Chloe.” But what about my cat? They were being so polite to each other, but where was Spud now? “What’s your address? Give me back my cat!” No sooner had the words left my mouth than all three of our phones buzzed with a trending news alert: **[Show-Quality Purebred Ragdoll Cat, Valued at $25,000, Countdown to Death: Uncovering the Online Cat Abuse Cult]** The moment I clicked the link, tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes. I saw Spud, my beautiful Ragdoll, strung up with wire through its spine, hanging like cured meat in a dark room. Every time it tried to curl its body, the abuser would connect a power source, electrocuting it until its body stiffened, screaming in agonizing pain… This was [Killer], a notorious online platform that posts cat abuse videos. You had to pay to even like a video, and this one already had over a hundred thousand likes. Killer promised to upload the “execution” video as soon as the likes surpassed half a million. Countless deranged users flooded the comments, celebrating. In their twisted world, torturing and killing a hundred stray cats was nowhere near as satisfying as abusing a purebred show cat. It was an absolutely thrilling spectacle for them. With each agonizing cry from my cat, the color slowly drained from Dean’s face. Before I could even speak, he instinctively tried to defend Chloe. “…That cat might not even be your Spud. And even if it is, it must have gotten lost and *then* Killer caught it! Chloe is kind and innocent, she could never abuse a cat. She’s not manipulative and twisted like *some* women. Don’t accuse her!” 3. “She’s not like other women? So she’s a man? What the hell are you talking about?” My voice trembled with fury. I restrained the urge to slap Dean and instead reported the theft of property to the police. The police immediately found evidence that Dean had stolen my cat from my house. Last night, Dean had carried the cat to Chloe’s place, left half an hour later, and the cardboard box containing the cat was left outside Chloe’s door. In the early hours of the morning, a dark shadow ran out of the box. Dean vehemently insisted it was all his responsibility, that he was unilaterally trying to please Chloe with a gift, and he didn’t want her implicated. While Chloe ran a charity account and was a well-known “cat goddess” in the pet community, I couldn’t ethically blame her for not taking care of my cat. After the police left, Chloe blinked her soft eyes a few times, then pouted as she lectured me. “Honestly, this has nothing to do with me, right? Someone gave me something, I refused it, and it got lost. That’s not my fault, you know.” “Rowan, you really shouldn’t be so hostile towards every girl you meet. This is all your boyfriend’s fault, isn’t it?” As she finished speaking, the cat abuse video’s likes had already climbed to 150,000. Spud’s life was on countdown. What could I do? I frantically messaged the [Killer] account, and contacted the cat-finding team to review the footage again and again. We staked out the route Spud had disappeared on, hoping to catch Killer. But the chances were tiny. I was despairingly crouched outside Chloe’s house when Dean quietly approached, squatting down to grasp my wildly trembling hand. “This is all my fault. Let it end with me, okay? Please, don’t bother Chloe anymore.” He said softly, “I can’t get twenty-five thousand dollars in cash right now, but I’m selling my car. I’ll compensate you at full value, and I’ll take all the responsibility.” “But if I pay this, we might not have enough for our wedding… I hope you don’t mind these small things. After we get married and have a baby, I’ll help you get more cats.” The harsh sunlight glinted through Dean’s glasses, falling into his calm, dark eyes. I used to love those steady eyes. Back when my parents had just passed away, I drifted through college in a daze, sometimes crying for no reason even while eating. He silently wiped my tears, quietly stayed by my side, accepting all my anxiety and pain, always so steady and reliable. Only today did I understand: he wasn’t without emotion. It was just that his fervent, mad love belonged to another woman he couldn’t have. Every word he spoke was about Chloe. Just how desperately did he want to protect her? I spoke slowly. “You sound so self-pitying, as if I’m deliberately extorting twenty-five thousand dollars from you. And you’re still thinking about marriage and babies right now?” “My parents owned a cattery specializing in show-quality purebreds. They died in a fire, and Spud was the only cat rescued from that blaze.” “It’s the last thing they left me. You stole it, you lost it. Do you know what that means?” The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Dean’s composed, self-controlled face cracked. It was as if all the strength had drained from his body; his gaze, dull and ashen, was fixed blankly ahead. I shoved him hard to the ground, kicking his glasses away. “Keep that money for your parents’ retirement! I don’t want compensation. I want to see you rot in jail! Stealing property worth twenty-five thousand dollars, that’s a serious felony—you’re looking at a minimum of three years!”

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The perp hijacked the school bus. My husband, a renowned negotiator, sent his intern, Scarlett, to handle it. Soon, Scarlett enraged the perp, and a toddler was shot. Afterward, my husband held Scarlett, who was weeping uncontrollably. “It’s not your fault.” Then, he patted my shoulder. “Leo dying was just bad luck. It has nothing to do with Scarlett. She was brave and smart, which is why there weren’t more casualties.” It took me a moment to realize he thought the child who died was *our* son. My husband, Derek Henderson, rushed to the scene with his intern, Scarlett Davis. “Scarlett, you handle this. This is a rare opportunity for real-world experience.” Scarlett pouted her lips just so, her voice turning syrupy-sweet. “Derek, I’m so nervous. It’s my first negotiation, I’m really not sure what to do…” I couldn’t believe my ears. I surged forward and grabbed Derek’s arm. “Are you insane? There are 22 kids in there! This is Scarlett’s first live negotiation? That’s way too risky!” Derek impatiently shook off my hand. “Briar Hayes, what do *you* know about this? I know Scarlett’s professional capabilities! Don’t make a scene here!” Derek turned to Scarlett, patting her back with a doting expression. “Don’t be scared. Negotiate however you think best. Be bold and try it. I’m here to help you.” A chill ran down my spine as I watched their intimate interaction. Parents, who had rushed to the scene, were already sobbing. The whole area was chaotic. The negotiation call connected. Scarlett took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound sweet. “Hello, sir, I’m Scarlett Davis, the negotiator. Please calm down. What are your demands…” Before she could finish, the perp’s rough shouting roared through the receiver. “Negotiate my ass! Get lost! If you don’t get me a car and money, I’ll start killing people!” Scarlett was stunned by the outburst, her face instantly flushing crimson. In her shame and anger, she lost her composure and shrieked into the phone. “You can just wait to die! Do you know whose kindergarten bus this is? The principal’s son, Leo Hayes, is on that bus too! If you lay a hand on those children, she will never let you off the hook, and the police will take you down!” “Shut up! Scarlett!” Hearing that, I nearly went mad with shock. Because I was the principal of that kindergarten. “How could you say that? That’ll just enrage him!” Scarlett shot me an annoyed look after my outburst. “Principal Hayes, if you don’t understand negotiation tactics, don’t butt in! I’m applying psychological pressure!” She turned, her eyes welling up, and complained to Derek. “Derek, look at her… she’s interfering with my work…”

Derek glared at me, his tone harsh. “Briar Hayes, quiet down. Scarlett is a professional. I trust her judgment! Stop messing things up!” On the other end of the line, the perp was indeed thoroughly enraged, his voice wild. “Leo Hayes? The principal’s son? Fine! Fine! I’ll make an example of him first!” “Who’s Leo Hayes? Get out here, you little punk!” Inside the bus, children’s terrified screams erupted instantly, their tiny figures huddling in fear behind the windows. My heart, along with the other parents’, clenched. Several mothers nearly fainted. But Scarlett, as if to prove herself, continued to provoke the perp through the phone. “Go ahead and try it if you dare! You won’t get away even if you kill someone! You’ll die too! I can’t stand cowards like you who only pick on the weak!” I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to her, shouting in a sharp voice. “Scarlett, if you don’t care about other people’s children, what about your own? Owen is on that bus too!” A flicker of surprise crossed Scarlett’s face, quickly turning into a cold sneer. “Briar Hayes, what nonsense are you spewing? My son isn’t even one of your kindergarten kids. He’s at my mom’s house today, how could he possibly be on the bus?” She turned to Derek, whining. “Derek, she just can’t stand me, she’s deliberately trying to mess with my emotions…” Derek’s face darkened completely. He yanked me away. “Briar Hayes, did I not tell you to get lost? If you interfere with the operation again, I’ll have the police remove you by force!” In the instant we were arguing, a small corner of the school bus curtain was violently yanked open. The perp fixed his gaze on a small figure huddled in the corner of a seat. The name embroidered on the child’s backpack was clearly visible. The perp roughly dragged the child over, screaming hysterically out the window. “I found him! The principal’s son, Leo Hayes! All of you, back off! If you keep surrounding me, I’ll kill him right now!”

The perp pressed the child’s back tightly against the bus window, a knife held to the child’s neck. “Retreat! All of you, retreat! Get me a car! Or I’ll stab him to death immediately!” Captain Miller, commanding the scene, looked grim as he quietly ordered into his comms. “All units, sniper in position? Look for an opening. Negotiation team, try to stabilize him, buy us time…” “No!” Derek suddenly cut in. “Captain Miller, give Scarlett another chance. The perp is agitated, but Scarlett has a read on him. Changing negotiators or going in now will only provoke him further. Scarlett, quickly, talk to him, make demands, calm him down!” Scarlett took a deep breath. She picked up the megaphone again, her voice brimming with righteous conviction. “Listen, perp inside! We will never compromise with evil!” “Put down your weapon and release the hostage now! That’s your only way out!” “Threatening the innocent and weak, what kind of strength is that? Go ahead and kill if you dare, but remember, once you kill, the full wrath of the law awaits you—the death penalty!” I and the other parents were stunned, staring at Scarlett in disbelief. “What is she saying?” “Is she insane? How can she not care about the child’s life?” Sure enough, the perp was completely enraged. “Fine! Fine! You’re forcing my hand! You’re all forcing me!” The perp’s desperate roar echoed from inside the bus. Immediately, a large gush of crimson blood splattered across the bus window. “Ah!” Scarlett, who was closest, witnessed the horrific scene firsthand. She let out a piercing scream and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Her phone shattered as it fell, and she began to sob despairingly. The perp’s crazed voice sounded again. “See that?! If you don’t retreat—” “Bang!” Before he could finish, a crisp gunshot rang out. The perp’s voice cut off abruptly. He had a bullet wound in his forehead and fell to the ground. The scene descended into chaos. Police officers carried crying children off the bus, handing them back to their parents. I stood frozen, my gaze fixed on the blood-stained bus window, cold all over. Just then, Derek hurried towards Scarlett, who was slumped on the ground. He pulled Scarlett tightly into his embrace, gently patting her back. “Scarlett, it’s over now, it’s over…” “It’s not your fault. Negotiations are like this; no one can guarantee 100% success. The perp was just too depraved. It’s not your mistake.”

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I’m a player trapped in a horror game, and my sole mission is to sleep with the game’s BOSS. The monsters and other players in this game couldn’t touch me, but they never stopped sneering: “Just a slut who climbed her way up using her body.” Then, one day, a new female player arrived. The chat exploded. [OMG! That girl looks EXACTLY like the Boss’s first love!] [Hahaha, finally, we won’t have to watch that slut, Sera, fawning over the BOSS all day long.] [Seriously? I remember Sera’s only skill is releasing hypnotic gas to knock out all players before she ‘does it’ with the BOSS every night, right? Well, good! If she dares to pull that stunt on the new girl, the BOSS will absolutely kill her with his own hands!] I read it all and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the core rule of this game was: as soon as Boss Valerian found a new lover, I could finally leave this place. I’d been waiting for this day for *three agonizing years*! After a car crash, I accidentally stumbled into a horror game. On my very first day, I was torn to shreds by monsters. But no one, *not even me*, expected Valerian, the coldest, most ruthless BOSS in this game, to pick me up and put me back together. All because he was utterly obsessed with my scent. And just like that, when I woke up again, I became Valerian’s sexual partner. Because of this, all the monsters in the game dared not provoke me; some even feared me. As the supreme BOSS, Valerian could kill not only players but also *monsters*. At first, Valerian just treated me as his private possession, holding me while he slept. Every night, he’d bury his head deep into my neck, breathing in my scent. Later, I can’t remember which day, he came back after killing someone and pinned me to the bed. His blood-stained hands clamped over my mouth, and he took me, *roughly*. The overwhelming stench of blood and the brutal force nearly made me *gag*. To stop smelling that sickening blood, I decided to use my one unique skill: to emit a scent that forced all players and monsters into a deep sleep every night. Finally, Valerian stopped killing before he came back. But because of this skill, everyone cursed me. The players scoffed at me: “She’s just the BOSS’s sex toy, and she thinks she can control us? How pathetic!” Even the monsters were annoyed: “It’s all because of Sera! Now we can’t go out and kill anyone every night. So boring!” But I didn’t care. As long as I’m alive, there’s still hope! The game rules stated: as soon as Valerian found a new companion, I could leave this place and return to real life. But Valerian was incredibly picky. Over these three years, other female players had tried to make a move on him. Only to end up with their throats crushed by his bare hands. Until this day, a new player arrived in the game. The chat exploded. [OMG! This girl looks *exactly* like the BOSS’s first love from when he was alive!]

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard about Valerian’s first love. The last time was three years ago, when I first arrived. According to Valerian’s backstory, he died trying to save his first love. Honestly, I was a little curious. So that night, instead of heading straight to Valerian’s room… …I stayed hidden in the shadows, watching the other players. A few minutes later, these players became excited. “Yes! Camilla! You’re the BOSS’s first love! You can totally win him over and help us clear this game!” The girl, Camilla, paused, a faint smile touching her lips before she quickly frowned. “But I don’t even know who the BOSS is yet. How am I supposed to approach him?” “Just stand there, and the BOSS will naturally come to you.” “But didn’t you say the BOSS already has a girlfriend in this game?” “Girlfriend? Pffft. She’s nothing but a sex toy. Now that *you’re* here, the BOSS will get rid of her in a heartbeat.” “Really?” A blush crept onto Camilla’s cheeks, and her eyes shimmered with a hint of eagerness. Finally, she puffed out her chest a little and declared to all the players, “Okay, if you all think I can do it, I’ll give it a shot. Even if I don’t succeed, I’ll be happy to have done something for everyone.” At the same time, I also heard the whispered chatter of the monsters hiding in the dark. “I heard our BOSS died and became so brutal all because of *this* girl?” “That’s awesome! With her here, maybe the BOSS will finally go easy on us!” “Finally, we won’t have to watch that slut, Sera, strutting around all the time! She should be out of here, right? Once the BOSS gets a new girlfriend, we can finally roam free at night again!” “Listen up, all of you! No one lays a hand on her!” And just like that. On Camilla’s very first day, everyone in the game worshipped her like a goddess.

The clock quickly struck midnight. According to the old routine, at this hour, I would release my scent, enveloping everyone and lulling them into a deep sleep. Then, I would return to the tallest, grandest room in the cathedral, waiting for Valerian to arrive. But tonight, I didn’t. Instead, I followed behind the players. Honestly, tonight’s scene was unprecedentedly strange. The five players, led by Camilla, seemed incredibly green, yet no one dared to harm them along the way. Players could even kill each other to snatch resources in this game. Two or three groups of seasoned players had eyed Camilla’s party, trying to make a move in the shadows, but they were all torn to shreds by monsters lurking nearby. Camilla and her companions watched, wide-eyed, as one burly tough guy after another was ripped to pieces right before them. At first, they were terrified. But later, they realized these monsters only attacked other players. They wouldn’t harm *them*. It was more like… they were *protecting* them. Suddenly, Camilla’s companions became excited again. “Oh my god, Camilla, you’re amazing! With a face like yours, do we even need to worry about clearing this seven-day game? We’ll definitely survive!” “If we run into the BOSS, he might even help us clear it!” Camilla heard this and couldn’t help but smile. But she demurely and reservedly said, “Oh, don’t say that… it might just be a fluke. What if he doesn’t like me…?” Despite her words, a blush crept onto her face. She was clearly quite eager to meet Valerian. Some players in the chat chimed in. [Don’t worry, Camilla, with that face of yours, everyone will fall for you.] [Exactly! When the time comes, make sure you get rid of that seductive woman, Sera. I can’t stand her cheap act.] [I used to wonder about the BOSS’s taste, why he’d like a woman with a hot body and a bold attitude. Seeing Camilla, I’m relieved. His aesthetic is clearly normal. Maybe he just kept *her* around because there weren’t any decent female players in this game.] Hearing their words, I instinctively glanced at my own body. Too curvy. Camilla, on the other hand, was different. Slim, pure, elegant, and even more delicately captivating when she was scared. I couldn’t help but sigh, so Valerian liked *this* type. But I guess it had nothing to do with me anymore. Yet, for some reason, my heart felt strangely empty.

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To test my loyalty, Asher Hayes drugged me and sent me to his best friend’s bed. They had placed a bet, ten million dollars, to see if I would uphold my integrity. Furious, I went to confront Asher, only to overhear his conversation with his friend outside the door. “Chloe is so proud. Don’t you think you went too far this time?” Asher scoffed, “She wasn’t a virgin to begin with. If she cheated, it’d just give me a reason to dump her. But Serena gave her first time to me; I can’t let her down.” Five years of devotion, and this was the betrayal I received. The next day, my explicit photos were splashed all over the internet. But what I didn’t know was that the man in those photos wasn’t Asher’s friend, but a homeless man. At the entrance of a dimly lit club, Asher’s friend, Leo, teased him. “You just wanted to prove Chloe couldn’t live without you, but you played way too dirty.” “Drugging her was bad enough, but posting it online? How do you expect Chloe to ever live this down?” Asher idly scrolled on his phone. “Without this, my old man wouldn’t have given his blessing.” Leo retorted, “You still have feelings for Serena, don’t you? So why string Chloe along in the first place?” “I was giving her a chance. If she passed the test, I’d marry her. Now that she’s been ‘played,’ it saves me the trouble of breaking off the engagement.” “Serena was right. People who’ve been violated easily lose their moral compass.” I collapsed at the door, listening as Asher nonchalantly spoke of the nightmare buried deep within my heart, drawing laughter from his friends. Once upon a time, Asher would tenderly hold me, reassuring me again and again that he didn’t care about my past. The door swung open. The moment Asher saw me, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but the disgust in his eyes was undeniable. “Good, you’re here. Come back to the Davis mansion with me.” In the living room, Serena Davis sat ramrod straight, a picture of demure silence. Only my parents were wringing their hands in distress, sighing while facing Asher. “Asher, it’s all Chloe’s fault. We were so close to the wedding, and she pulled a stunt like this.” My stepmother dabbed at her eyes, echoing his sentiments. “I just pity my Serena. Her reputation is also tainted by association, and it’ll be tough for her to find a suitable partner now.” Asher tapped his fingers idly on the chair. “I’ll marry Serena.” A lightning bolt struck me, and the words burst out emotionally. “No!” “After doing something like that, how dare you say ‘no’? Asher marrying Serena now is already a huge favor.” Serena had left Asher to fend for himself when his company went under, jetting off for her studies abroad. I’d stayed by his side, helped him build everything back up from nothing. Asher had been withdrawn, trusting no one, but I’d been there for him, day in and day out, for five years, eventually receiving his proposal. I opened my mouth, wanting to demand why he’d orchestrated this cruel test, but then I saw the possessive longing in Asher’s eyes as he looked at Serena. It was like he was looking at a long-lost treasure he’d finally reclaimed. My stepmother exclaimed, her face alight with relief. “Back then, Serena had to leave the country for ‘your sake,’ but now, after all these years, you two still found your way back to each other…” There was nothing left to misunderstand. I swallowed all my questions, silent tears streaming down my face. “As for Chloe, Mr. Harrison doesn’t care about your scandal. Marrying him would at least salvage some dignity.” I sat numbly on the bed. Serena walked in without knocking. After surveying the room, she started collecting the jewelry Asher had given me. There was a simple, hand-braided ring he’d given me when he was broke, and a million-dollar necklace he’d bought after he’d made it big. “Who said you could take those?” I croaked, grabbing the necklace she had just picked up. Serena looked at me as if I’d said something ridiculous. “I’m marrying Asher, so how could you possibly keep these things?” My eyes were red, but I refused to let go. That ring was a young man’s earnest affection, one of the few genuine gestures of love I’d ever known. Serena winced in pain from my grip. She simply gave a vicious yank, then dramatically collapsed to the floor. The loud thud drew attention from downstairs. Less than a minute later, Asher pushed open the door. Seeing Serena’s tear-filled eyes, he pulled her into a comforting embrace. My father, who rushed in right after, witnessed this very scene. A stinging slap, no questions asked, left my ears ringing so loudly I couldn’t make out the barrage of insults that followed. “She was trying to steal my things!” Despite Asher’s icy glare, I still tried to explain. No one listened, just like every other time I had been framed.

Serena bit her lip, her hands clenching the hem of her dress into wrinkles. “She did something like that; those things should stay…” She buried her head in Asher’s chest, sobbing softly. “I just didn’t want you to be upset.” Asher’s voice softened with tenderness. “Shh, I’ll get you something much better. Those are… soiled anyway.” “But the bracelet your mother gave you, it’s your only keepsake.” Asher’s brow instantly furrowed. Other things could be discarded, but that bracelet was his mother’s sole relic. At the thought, Asher’s eyes grew even colder. “Hand over the bracelet.” I bit back my tears, reaching to take off the simple white bracelet, but it was stuck on my wrist. Asher lost his patience, stepping forward and using force. My wrist bones creaked, and I gasped in pain. All I got was a cold remark. “Don’t play the victim.” Asher had gently placed that bracelet on my wrist himself, the day he secured his first big project. Under the soft glow of candlelight, his eyes had sparkled as he’d whispered, “Chloe, I’ll cherish you forever.” “You once said…” Asher glanced at me, seemingly knowing what I wanted to say. He interrupted, “If you hadn’t constantly provoked Serena, I wouldn’t have grown so tired of you.” After Asher finished his business, he was about to leave. Serena, in the struggle, had cut her hand and was taken by my father to get it treated. I grabbed Asher, who was about to get into his car, and spoke bitterly. “I don’t want to marry into the Harrison family.” Now that my father’s mind was made up, I only hoped Asher would speak up. Even not getting married was better than marrying into the Harrison family. Asher stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly spoke softly. “I have to take responsibility for Serena. She’s not like you; she gave her first time to me.” “However, for the next three years, if you can keep a low profile and not bother Serena…” “I won’t let you want for anything – clothes, food, amenities. There’s still a place for you in my heart, as long as you don’t make trouble or try to undermine Serena.” His words, unspoken, made it clear he was asking me to be his mistress. I bit my lip, unable to believe these words came from Asher. “What if I don’t agree?” Asher’s face darkened, his voice laced with a threat. “Then you’ll go to the Harrison family and learn your place.” At Asher’s signal, the black Maybach drove away. Inside the car, Jake, Asher’s assistant of seven years, asked, “Asher, do you think Miss Davis will agree?” Asher chuckled lightly, his words full of certainty. “Given her current predicament, keeping a low profile and accepting her lot is the best she can hope for.” He then sighed. “I didn’t want things to escalate like this, but Chloe is so stubborn. If I didn’t do this, Serena would have a hard time.” “As for the rest, I’ll compensate her later.” The old wound on my wrist from the struggle with Serena had already scabbed over, unnoticed, just like when I was first brought back to the Davis mansion. If my mother were still alive, she’d be heartbroken for me. She’d never have let them push me into this abyss. I bit my lip, the blood seeping from the corner of my mouth bringing a semblance of clarity. But who would help me now? Suddenly, I remembered Asher’s friend, the other person involved in the “scandal.” I searched for days, finally cornering him in the restroom of a nightclub. “Please, help me,” I pleaded. The casually dressed young man in front of me looked helpless and annoyed. “Miss Davis, I already told you, with your situation, who would dare to help you?” “Asher said he’d blacklist anyone who helps you. If I were you, I’d just quietly go along with the plan.” Swallowing down the shame and nausea, I spoke again, refusing to give up. “You and I… did what we did. Do you really think he doesn’t mind?” I was ready to crush my dignity completely, just to escape all of this. I could find a quiet place to live out my life. Leo looked left and right, then bit his lip. “Chloe, don’t you dare threaten me. The truth is, it wasn’t me who took advantage of you that night.”

“I never even went into the hotel that night. Who knows how you ended up with that homeless guy later?” For a moment, my vision blurred. “What…?” Before I could finish, Asher’s voice, laced with fury, grated behind me. “Serena was right. You truly are a social climber.” I turned to face Asher’s disgusted gaze. “To avoid marrying into the Harrison family, you’d even crawl back into my friend’s bed, wouldn’t you?” Serena, clinging to Asher’s arm, spoke hesitantly. “Sister, I didn’t want to tell you, afraid of hurting your pride.” A metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I spoke like a madwoman. “Asher Hayes, wasn’t all of this orchestrated by you, including the drugs?” After burning all my bridges, I hoped for a flicker of remorse from Asher. But Asher was merely startled for a second, then scoffed coldly. “Chloe, that was just a convenient excuse, a cover-up I fabricated for you.” “That tiny dose wouldn’t even knock out a mouse. It wouldn’t make anyone lose control.” “My friend didn’t even go. You’d even go for a homeless man. You sicken me.” No, that’s not right. After that drink, I lost all sensation. How could it have been such a small dose? I rambled on, as if possessed, trying to explain. “Impossible, impossible, I…” Asher’s eyes were filled with disappointment and anger. “Chloe, maybe even back then, when you claimed to be raped, you were actually willing?!” As if deaf to the scattered, cruel laughter of the onlookers, I walked away, completely distraught. When Asher’s company faced bankruptcy, I attended a late-night meeting to raise funds, which was when that terrible thing happened to me. To avoid adding to Asher’s stress, I gave him the million dollars in startup capital and kept silent about the incident. Watching my retreating figure, Serena spoke, “Asher, don’t be too sad. I know the pain of having given your heart to the wrong person.” “I was always so good to her too, but Chloe, she simply has no heart.” Asher pursed his lips, saying nothing. Leo, nearby, muttered to himself, “She won’t run away from the wedding, will she?” A cold, emotionless voice answered, “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her escape. I want to see her marry that old man.” My phone buzzed with a new Ins post from Serena. In the photo, she wore a haute couture wedding gown, the diamond bracelet on her wrist sparkling softly. The caption read: “Always led me back to you.” Another picture, taken candidly, showed Asher, his eyes brimming with a tenderness and love that sickened me.

That wedding gown was custom-designed by Asher himself, who’d said he wanted to give it to the woman he loved most. I’d waited for it for so long. Only now did I realize that the woman he loved was never me. Tomorrow was the Harrison family engagement party, my last chance to escape. My phone vibrated with a new friend request on SnapChat: ‘Ryan Harrison’—the name felt vaguely familiar. I ignored it, picked up my suitcase, and quietly left through the back door. But as I turned a corner, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and nose until I lost consciousness. “This is her. Have you memorized all of Miss Davis’s instructions?” a hoarse, unfamiliar male voice asked. “Got it. Just keep her here, then tomorrow, during the Harrison family engagement party, strip her clothes off and dump her at the entrance.” Suffocation and terror washed over me like a flood. I forced myself to calm down. I feigned sleep, quietly pressing the panic button hidden in my bracelet. Asher had custom-made it for me, fearing something might happen. I could only hope this would work. The old wound on my wrist was bleeding from the ropes, and each press was excruciatingly painful. Meanwhile, Asher saw his phone’s notification light flashing repeatedly. He frowned, hesitating. Serena walked over, dressed in a wedding gown. “I remember the first time I wore a dress was on my birthday, but she ruined it in the end.” “But it doesn’t matter now. I get to wear the most beautiful wedding dress and marry the man I love most.” Asher’s heart softened. He pulled her into his arms, then freed a hand to permanently silence the flashing notification. I, on my 23rd press, heard an enraged male voice beside me: “Boss, this woman has an alarm!” The Harrison family was a big name, but C-City was just a smaller branch. Mr. Harrison, over 60 and a widower for many years, was still quite spirited, but couldn’t quite compare to the Davis family, bolstered by Asher’s connections. Even so, the engagement was planned to the highest standards, but Chloe, the main protagonist, was nowhere to be found. Asher, an invited guest, basked in the flattery of the crowd. He occasionally glanced towards the door. Since he’d cut off the notification light, Chloe hadn’t sent any more messages. Serena had said that Chloe was safely at home, so he figured it was just a small trick because she didn’t want to see him get engaged. If Chloe were to humble herself now, he could even go negotiate with Mr. Harrison. As long as she behaved and didn’t make a fuss, he wasn’t set on her marrying a sixty-year-old widower. Serena looked at the message on her phone: ‘Miss Davis, it’s all taken care of.’ Immediately, the entrance erupted into a commotion of screams and gasps. Serena’s heart leaped with joy. She clung to Asher’s arm. “What’s happening, Asher? Come with me to see.” At the hotel entrance, a crowd had gathered in a short time. Serena, holding Asher’s hand, walked forward. Seeing the figure struggling inside a large sack, the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably, yet she feigned a worried expression. “Asher, is it some troublemaker? Today is my sister’s big day.” Asher frowned, gesturing to his men to open the sack. Serena stared intensely at the sack, but gasped in fright when she saw the familiar scarred face. The moment the gag was ripped from Mick’s mouth, he saw Serena standing before him. “Miss Davis…” “Asher, he’s clearly a bad guy, hurry and drag him away!” Serena cried out in alarm, cutting off Mick. Perhaps Mick’s voice wasn’t loud enough, or Asher simply didn’t care to hear. He waved his hand, and the man was dragged away. The crowd hadn’t dispersed when a black Maybach slowly pulled up. The 60-year-old Mr. Harrison still looked quite energetic. Behind him followed an unfamiliar but distinctly refined face. Serena tugged on Asher’s arm. “Is that Chloe’s fiancé?”

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When my husband’s mistress showed up, pregnant and demanding, I actually sighed in relief. No one knew how long I’d been waiting for this exact moment. The woman looked at me with open disdain. “Daniel’s heart belongs to—” I cut her off swiftly. “To you, I know.” The very next second, I pushed the wheelchair from behind me. “So, this old lady is all yours now.” The woman’s face instantly went pale. “No! That’s impossible, Daniel told me his mom died ages ago!” I waved my hand dismissively.”You misunderstood. This isn’t his mother. This is his father’s former mistress.” The woman was completely stumped. “You… are you out of your mind? His father’s mistress? What does that have to do with you?” I nodded in agreement. “Nothing at all, but she’s got everything to do with you now.” Then I pulled out the divorce papers and shoved them right into her shirt collar. “From now on, you’re responsible for this woman’s medical bills, her nurse’s fees, her living expenses. Oh, and a little extra, you’ll be covering my and Lily’s support too.” With that, I quickly dragged my suitcase and strode toward the door. A heavily pregnant woman simply had no time to react. Ever since I found out about her, I’d been plotting how to turn the tables. Assets? No, Daniel had transferred most of his wealth a long time ago. Guilt? No, a man with no morals feels no remorse. “You stop right there! His father’s mistress… why are you dumping her on me?” “Because Daniel loves you! You’ve successfully climbed to the top, so you’re the lady of this house now!” Bang! The door slammed shut with a resounding thud. I let out a long, heavy breath. This security door required a fingerprint to unlock, both from the inside and the outside. So, she wasn’t getting out. She wanted to force her way in and take over, right? Well, she could skip the forcing part. She was already in. My phone rang just as I stepped into the elevator. It was Daniel. I quickened my pace. After all, I’d messed with his precious little thing. He wouldn’t let this go easily. He’d called over thirty times, but I ignored every single one. Texts immediately flooded in: “Get home within half an hour and give me a proper explanation!” Explanation? “Nothing to explain. What goes around comes around, right? And hey, a stepmom is still a mom! So, let your precious mistress take good care of your daddy’s mistress. What a heartwarming family saga that’ll be for everyone to hear!” When we got married, Daniel told me he had a terribly unhappy childhood. His father’s mistress moved right into their home when Daniel was fifteen, driving his biological mother to her death. He hated that scumbag father and that conniving woman with a burning passion. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Less than two years later, his good-for-nothing dad died suddenly from a drunken heart attack. And that stepmom, who had sworn she’d take care of Daniel, ran off overnight with every penny the family owned. She only left behind a historic family estate that had belonged to his biological mother. I thought my love could heal the scars of his childhood. But only now did I understand. He’d become just like his father. “Bullshit! What does this have to do with Chloe? Why should she have to take care of that btch?” Daniel’s rage practically dripped from every word. I quickly typed back: “Because she loves you. Because she’s your soulmate. Because she isn’t after your money and just wants to build a life with you.” If she loved him that much, what was a little sacrifice? I once tearfully asked him why, despite hating scumbags so much, he was following in his father’s footsteps. He was silent for a long time before giving me a truly gut-wrenching answer: “You’re great, Grace, but Chloe makes my heart race. When I’m with her, every struggle feels meaningful. I finally understand now, you can’t force feelings. I… I finally understand my father.” I looked at his shameless face and felt a wave of blackness wash over me. He said he understood his father. Understood the irresistible pull of “true love.” Yet he forgot his mother, who jumped to her death. Of course. Sons can never truly empathize with their mothers. But they’ll always find a way to excuse their fathers’ sins. Since you understand your father so well, Daniel, then let me make you relive those pains you conveniently forgot.

Daniel ran a small company. As for his income, I honestly had no idea. For the first few years of our marriage, he deposited a fixed amount for household expenses each month. But ever since Chloe, his mistress, started working for him, Daniel changed completely. He constantly complained about the company’s poor performance. So, he mortgaged this pre-marital historic estate for $400,000 in cash. And I became the guarantor. Later, things only got worse. He stopped giving me a single cent for household expenses, claiming the business was struggling. Yet, Chloe was always impeccably dressed in designer clothes, radiating affluence. Only Lily and I were his old world, slowly being abandoned. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Otherwise, one day, Lily and I would surely be thrown out. A plan began to form in my mind. The process was smoother than I’d imagined. Daniel’s father and Martha hadn’t actually divorced. After much searching, I finally tracked down Daniel’s father’s former mistress. When I actually met her, I was still taken aback. She was covered in unexplained scars and was frightfully thin. Her medical report listed various infectious and chronic diseases, including late-stage syphilis. It seemed that life after running off with the family’s money hadn’t been so sweet for her either. She scrutinized me, a hint of calculation in her murky eyes.”You… you’re Daniel’s wife?” I didn’t answer. For women like her, I felt nothing but visceral hatred. Legally, she was Daniel’s stepmother. In terms of marriage, she was his father’s spouse. So, after local social services had tried contacting Daniel multiple times without success, they sent the old woman right to his doorstep. I processed the paperwork as quickly as possible. Once inside the house, her cloudy eyes instantly lit up. She quickly pushed her wheelchair around, surveying everything in the house. It was as if she was already prepared to be the new lady of the house. However, she didn’t know Daniel hadn’t stepped foot in this house for over six months. But I still took excellent care of her, raising money for her medical treatment. After all, the best way to punish a mistress is to make her suffer the consequences of her own actions. She thought she was coming to claim her spot. She didn’t realize she was just there to take over my mess.

I pulled out my phone and opened the home surveillance app. Daniel was back. He looked completely bewildered by the scene before him. Chloe, heavily pregnant, was weeping in his arms. And Martha in the wheelchair was groaning incessantly, clutching the armrest. Daniel, meanwhile, was continuously pinching the bridge of his nose. Soon, a second message popped up: “Grace, don’t think bringing this woman back will give you leverage over me. Get rid of those stupid ideas of yours. I was going to give you more compensation, but now, I see no need.” A slight smile played on my lips. “You’re overthinking it. We can talk about compensation later. For now, settle the medical and nurse fees that woman owes. All the detailed breakdowns are attached to the divorce papers.” Through the monitor, Daniel slowly flipped through the stack of documents. His expression gradually twisted into a grotesque mask of fury. “Late-stage syphilis?” “Ah—!” Chloe instantly sprang to her feet. “What did you say? Who has late-stage syphilis?” Yes. That was the real reason local social services had delivered his father’s old mistress to our door. Nursing homes wouldn’t take her, hospitals wouldn’t keep her, and out of eight nannies, nine bolted. The only remaining option was for family members to personally care for her. So, I was even more eager for this day to come than Chloe. “All expenses related to your mother during this period were personal loans. A total of $25,000. Please settle it as soon as possible.” On the screen, Daniel kicked over the coffee table. Amidst the shattering glass, both women shrieked in unison. The woman in the wheelchair shuddered, and a puddle of waste dripped down her leg. No one dared to approach her. The pregnant Chloe, catching a whiff of the smell, immediately threw up… Moments later, she grabbed her bag and fled. Daniel followed closely behind. I kept my eyes on the woman in the wheelchair. Sure enough, she shakily pulled out her phone. The people from social services had carefully instructed her. If her children refused to support her, she could call the police. The police would charge Daniel with abandonment. So, during this time, the threats I heard most often were hers: “If you don’t give me imported medicine, I’ll report you!” “If you don’t hire me a nurse, I’ll report you!” “If you don’t make me delicious meals, I’ll report you!” For the sake of today’s show, I had been utterly compliant with her every whim. The tonics in her bowl, the gold jewelry on her body, all inflated her confidence and greed. “Hello? Police?” Her voice echoed through the monitor. “My son abandoned me, a sick person, at home to die! I want to report him!” Two hours later, Daniel was brought back. The once dashing man now looked like a humiliated stray. He squatted dejectedly by the door, fingers deeply buried in his hair. “Mr. Miller, abandoning a gravely ill relative carries criminal liability. We hope you resolve your family dispute properly. If we receive another report, we will legally open a case.” Chloe, the pregnant one? Legally, Daniel had no obligation to her. But this woman, who had once run off with his family’s money and driven his biological mother to her death, he had to support. That was the law. A taste of his own medicine. I used his legal responsibility to block his path to his “true love.” He had finally understood his father, hadn’t he? Well then, in the dead of night, he could explain to his mother just how grand and self-serving this “true love” of his really was. The wheelchair slowly rolled closer. Martha reached out, not a hint of remorse on her face. “Daniel, why bring up old things? Haven’t I come back now? That Chloe doesn’t look like the type to settle down. Listen to me, Grace is easier to handle. Hurry up and coax her back.” “Shut up!” Daniel suddenly stood up. “When you ran off with the money back then, why didn’t you think about whether I’d starve? Now you’re diseased, at your wit’s end, and you remember you have a son? Where do you get the nerve to lecture me?” Seeing Daniel’s resolute attitude, Martha waved her hand nonchalantly. “Fine. Since you’re acting like you have no family, I have nothing more to say. Anyway, I’m your mother. I raised you for two years, so you have to support me for life! I don’t like that cheap hussy, Chloe. Bring Grace back now!” With that, she went straight into the master bedroom and slammed the door shut. My phone buzzed, receiving another message from Daniel: “You brought Martha back, so you’re responsible for her! I don’t have time to play games with you. This has nothing to do with Chloe, she has no obligation!”

See? That was the scumbag’s calculation. Marriage, to him, was a game he could exploit. He found the perfect loophole. Let Chloe, in the name of “true love,” enjoy all the benefits. And me, in the name of responsibility, bear all the risks. The people from social services simply followed procedure, pushing that foul-smelling woman in front of me. It was like the whole world was conspiring with him to exploit his wife. Was he stupid? Not at all. He knew exactly how to use the shackles of marriage to legally plunder his own wife. I sent him the $25,000 bill again. “Settle the debt first. This is for your mother’s medical treatment.” His call came immediately. “I’ll say it again, that woman is not my mother. She’s a btch. Don’t expect me to pay a dime for this. You treated her without my consent; that’s your personal debt!” Then he hung up. A buzzing sound filled my ears. If that’s how you want to play, then so be it. I then sent the recording to Daniel’s stepmother. “Martha, you heard him. Daniel isn’t acknowledging this debt. This $25,000, you’ll have to repay yourself.” Martha instantly panicked. “Grace, you know I don’t have any money! If I had that kind of money, I wouldn’t have ended up…” I cut her off. “You forgot, when Daniel’s father passed away, he left behind a house. You legally inherited 25% of it.” Martha looked bewildered. “A house?” “Yes, that house was Daniel’s biological mother’s personal property. But after she passed, Daniel and his father each inherited 50%.” “When Daniel’s father passed, his 50% was split between you and Daniel again, so you own 25%, and Daniel owns 75%.” “Daniel will definitely challenge your share. After all, you ran off with the money, so it’s like a worthless piece of paper. But if you assign that share to me, it’s a completely different story. Not only will I continue to pay for your future medical treatments, but your previous debt will also be cleared.” Martha fell silent. The reason Daniel kept that house was not out of sentimentality, but because Martha’s disappearance all those years ago meant the inheritance procedures couldn’t be executed. “Fine!” Martha texted back: “I’ll sign! But you have to put it in writing, clearly stating that you’ll be responsible for my treatment! Don’t let me end up homeless again!” “It’s a deal.” The next day, after dropping Lily at school, Martha immediately came home and signed the “Debt Assignment Agreement.” The entire process didn’t require Daniel’s consent. This 25% ownership was my first trophy. Though it originated from a woman I once despised, I now firmly believed: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. But my mortgage debt was still a marital joint debt. Subsequently, I moved Martha into a newly rented apartment. She had an infectious disease, and this was a necessary isolation measure to protect Lily. This new rental expense, like her previous medical bills, once again became another clear marital joint debt under Daniel’s name. After all, I was fulfilling his legal obligations. Upon returning, I began a systematic liquidation of our home. I sold off all the valuable items at low prices. The cash was used to repay the medical debts I had incurred earlier. Next, I put the house up for rent. This pre-marital property of his, with a monthly rent of $2,500, could precisely cover his mother’s treatment costs. Lily was temporarily being picked up and dropped off by my parents. You see, fate can sometimes be so ironic. He thought he had defined the rules of this game, and I was destined to be the trapped player. But he forgot that rules are a double-edged sword. If he could build high walls, I could carve out a path to survival. With these maneuvers, that pile of rotten debt he left behind was completely revitalized by me. Days later, seeing that I was no longer hounding him, he smugly assumed I had finally given up. It wasn’t until his fingerprint couldn’t unlock his own front door, and a strange tenant slowly appeared at the entrance, that he truly panicked. All traces of me and Lily had been erased from the house. He furiously called my phone, but was met only with a cold “phone is off” message. Soon, he received a thick envelope. The first document was the “Deed of Gift” for that 25% property share. Next to the agreement, I’d attached a sticky note: “Friendly reminder: No need to find Martha for a signature, the ownership has already been transferred. Awaiting division. If you wish to sell the house, please consult with me.” Following that was his stepmother’s rental contract for $3,000 a month, with an attached doctor’s note recommending separate isolation due to her condition. Then came the nurse’s contract, with a monthly salary of $5,000, and a note in the remarks section: “Special infectious disease caregiver, high-risk position allowance.” Finally, there was a densely itemized “Summary of Advanced Expenses,” including medical fees, living expenses, nutritional costs… all shockingly high. He threw the documents to the floor, roaring in front of everyone. “Grace! If I give you one damn penny, I’m a dog!” Finally, he sued me for property damage, demanding that I immediately cease infringement and return his pre-marital property! He demanded that I return all his rent money. He demanded that I bear all legal costs. I calculated the court date. How convenient, Chloe was about to go into labor. This was truly a double celebration. So, I would use this trial as their wedding gift.

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My husband died in another woman’s bed. When I got the call, my first reaction was pure disbelief. It wasn’t until they clearly stated my husband’s name and age that I rushed over to deal with his remains. Everyone around cried and cursed him for being a heartless man, but I calmly covered him with a blanket. David’s ghost hovered beside me, asking, “How come you’re not angry at all?” When I arrived at the hotel, the small room was already packed with people. Chloe, David’s young girlfriend, was trembling as she answered the police’s questions. The officer asked her, “Did the deceased show any unusual signs before his death?” Her slender, pale fingers clutched the towel draped around her, and she nervously replied, “Nothing unusual, he just had two bottles of alcohol.” The officer saw me approach and, as a matter of routine, asked me, “You’re the deceased’s wife. Did your husband show any unusual signs before he left?” I glanced at the naked man lying on the bed, confirming it was my husband, David. I spoke, “No. At eight tonight, I asked him to pick up some soy sauce. He said traffic was bad and he might be home late.” Now, the soy sauce sat on the table beside the bed. The officer’s expression was hard to read, full of unspoken thoughts, but he eventually finished his questioning. Soon, he concluded, “David already had a congenital heart condition. After drinking alcohol and engaging in strenuous activity, he suffered sudden cardiac arrest due to excitement.” After he finished, he looked at David’s young girlfriend, then at me. “The cleaning lady called the police. She heard screaming from inside. The girl initially tried to hide it, but couldn’t. When we arrived, it was just the girl and David. No one can really be blamed for this.” He seemed to fear I might react violently if I got too angry, so he half-shielded the girl behind him. But I just calmly replied, “Understood.”

Next, I called all our relatives, one by one, to tell them the news of David’s passing. The small hotel room quickly filled with people. Every relative who arrived was furious with him, cursing David. “How could he just die like that? You heartless bastard.” “Of all the ways to die, why in another woman’s bed?” “He’d finally made something of himself, becoming a university professor, and he died such a pathetic death.” I watched everything calmly. David’s young girlfriend saw an opportunity and tried to slip away, but I spoke up, “You’re David’s student, aren’t you? When did you two start?” The girl stammered, saying nothing, completely different from the defiant person she’d been when she came to see me before. Many relatives spotted her, and some, highly agitated, immediately moved forward. “It’s you, isn’t it? You had to be a homewrecker! I’ll beat you to death!” The police couldn’t hold back so many relatives. Slaps rained down on the girl’s face. I didn’t intervene. David’s anxious voice echoed beside me. “Don’t hit her! Hit me instead! We had true love, it’s not her fault.” “Chloe and I have been together for over a decade. I truly had no feelings for my wife anymore.” It was only then that I realized David’s ghost had been in the room the whole time. He anxiously shielded the girl, watching the relatives punch and kick her. After he spoke, he seemed to remember something and quickly turned to me. “Serena, you’ve always been able to see ghosts, haven’t you? I’m sorry, I cheated on you after all these years, but I really couldn’t control myself.” “Don’t be angry. Please help me. Don’t let them hit Chloe anymore.” “If you help me, I’ll tell you where I hid my bank card. Leo wants to take an interest class, doesn’t he?” I turned to look at him. He thought I’d agreed and was overjoyed. But the next second, I turned my head away again. He floated in the air, relentlessly asking me, “Serena, can you really see me? If you can see me, just answer me.” “You shouldn’t be lying, right?”

I didn’t answer David. I just watched him fret and pace in circles. David’s parents were the last to arrive. As soon as they came in, they hugged David’s body and began to wail. “David, how could you just leave us like this? What will become of us?” “What about Serena?” Their cries were heart-wrenching, and many shed tears. It was then that everyone realized a life had truly been lost. Chloe, the girl, crawled over then. “You can hate me all you want, but please let David rest in peace first. It’s all my fault.” “You can do whatever you want to me later.” She sobbed loudly as she spoke, which made David’s ghost quickly float to her side to comfort her. The entire room instantly burst into tears. Those who could cry, and those who couldn’t, now tried to squeeze out a few tears. But at that moment, I wanted to blast some celebratory music. I just couldn’t shed a single tear, so I lowered my head and gently covered David with the blanket. It was then that he suddenly realized something. He stood beside me and asked, “Serena, you’re not sad at all that I’m dead?” Sad? Why should I be sad? Just as he said, we had been together for over a decade, and he wasn’t the only one who had lost feelings. I had lost feelings for him a long time ago. In fact, David’s young girlfriend had come to see me half a month ago. She looked at me defiantly. “Are you David’s wife? Are you as young and beautiful as I am? You’re not good enough for him.” “You two should get a divorce quickly.” The young girl, blinded by love, came to confront me in a fit of passion. I told her, “If you can convince David to get a peaceful divorce with me, I’ll do it immediately.” I don’t know how she resolved it, but she never came to find me again. The next time we met was in this hotel. David’s body was still lying on the bed. Everyone was in a frenzy. Amidst the clamor, I spoke, “Let’s send David for cremation first. The funeral arrangements still need to be made.” My in-laws were sobbing uncontrollably, clutching my hand and saying, “Serena, thank goodness for you.” I contacted the funeral home staff. After everyone arrived, I suddenly remembered that Leo was still at home. He didn’t yet know about his father’s scandalous death. I lowered my head and opened Daniel Anderson’s chat. I typed and deleted lines of text until he sent a message first: “Serena, what’s wrong?” Only then did I send the message I had prepared: “Can you bring my son to the funeral home? Something happened to his dad.” He replied quickly: “On my way.”

David’s ghost hovered beside me, reading every word of my conversation with Daniel. He furiously questioned me, “When did you two reconnect?” “Didn’t you two unfriend each other ages ago? How did you add him back?” “Have you no shame?” Daniel was my first love. We were young then, and a small misunderstanding led to neither of us wanting to back down. The end result was an unhappy breakup. When I was older, my family pressured me to go on blind dates, and that’s how David and I met. Our families were a good match, and he seemed decent enough. After less than six months of dating, we decided to get married. A month before the wedding, Daniel sent me a message: “You were always so critical in relationships, agonizing over every little thing. How come you’re not agonizing over something as big as marriage?” I didn’t reply to that message, but David saw it. He angrily asked who it was. I told him everything, but he was still bothered. So, I deleted Daniel in front of him. I thought I would never have any contact with him again. Until Leo was one year old. I discovered David was cheating and posted on Ins, looking for a divorce lawyer. Daniel sent a friend request. The verification message read: “My divorce lawyer is really good. I used him when I divorced my ex-wife. I’ll recommend him to you.” That divorce didn’t happen because there wasn’t enough evidence of David’s infidelity, and his family threatened me with Leo. Everyone advised me to turn a blind eye, and ultimately, I swallowed my pride. It was during that time that Daniel and I reconnected on SnapChat. We hadn’t chatted in years, until last month. He sent me a photo. A young woman was walking hand-in-hand with David, looking intimate as they shopped. He asked me, “Get a divorce.” Having learned my lesson from last time, I wasn’t in a hurry. I waited to find more evidence, but I never imagined I wouldn’t find evidence, and David would just die instead. Daniel arrived quickly. Leo held his hand, looking up at me and asking, “Mom, what happened to Dad?” I took Leo’s hand. David’s ghost anxiously said beside me, “Tell him I died in a car accident. At least let me keep my image as a father in his eyes.” “Serena, I know you can see me. Help me come up with an excuse.” But I didn’t come up with any excuse for David. I told Leo the truth, every detail: “Your dad cheated, and his emotions got too intense, leading to sudden cardiac arrest.” He’s five this year, and still a little confused. “So, I don’t have a dad anymore?” Then he tugged on Daniel’s hand. “Can I have Mr. Anderson as my dad?” As soon as he said that, Daniel gripped Leo’s hand tightly, staring at me. David’s ghost was utterly dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand why his son wasn’t at all sad about his death and was instead eager to call someone else his father.

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Levi stood at the foster home entrance, his shirt worn thin. But my sister Vivian skipped to him and threw herself into his arms, cooing his name. In that instant I knew. Vivian had been reborn too. In our past life, when asked to choose between the city’s wealthy Prestons and the struggling Millers, Vivian had shoved me to the ground and sprinted for the sleek black limousine. “I’m not living in poverty, Skylar! You can wallow in misery all by yourself.” She got her wish. She lived in luxury, but the smile on her face faded with each passing day. Five years later, she was thrown out of the mansion and met a tragic end in a dirty alley. Meanwhile, I aced my exams, got into the best university, and studied abroad with Levi. With the blessing of our foster parents, we built a happy, fulfilling life together. Now, with this second chance, Vivian had chosen the exact opposite. I looked at Levi, the man I’d shared an entire lifetime with, waiting for him to speak. But he pulled Vivian behind him, his gaze icy as it fixed on me. “Stay away from her.” With Vivian’s triumphant stare burning holes in my back, I turned and walked toward the waiting stretch limousine. Perfect, I thought. I wanted a different life this time anyway.

“Get in, miss.” The Prestons hadn’t sent a welcoming committee, just a driver. On the way, he rattled off all the rules I’d need to follow once we reached the Preston estate. The car soon arrived. I followed the driver into a mansion that loomed like a palace of cold marble and soaring ceilings. “Madam, she’s here.” The elegant woman sipping tea on the sofa looked up, her gaze sweeping over me. She waved me closer. “Come here.” “What’s your name?” “Skylar.” The woman nodded. “Good. From now on, you’ll be Skylar Preston.” “Mr. Sterling, take her upstairs.” “Yes, Madam.” I trailed behind the butler, my steps quiet on the gleaming floors. The stair railing was carved from expensive sandalwood. Everywhere I looked, it screamed luxury. But honestly? I wasn’t all that impressed. In my previous life, I’d earned all this through my own grit and grind. Mr. Sterling glanced back at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He pushed open a door, revealing a sprawling princess-themed room. “Miss, this will be your room from now on.” “You can rest for a bit. I’ll be back later.” I stepped inside, surveying my surroundings. The environment was exquisite. It was clear the Prestons spared no expense, even for an adopted daughter. The room exuded the refined luxury of high society. A wave of pure excitement surged through me. Last time, I had to claw my way up from nothing to earn a life like this. This time, with the Prestons’ power behind me? I was going to conquer the world.

I was lost in thought when shouts erupted behind me. The door burst open, and a basketball flew out of nowhere, hitting me square in the head with a dull thud. “Hey, you! Country bumpkin! Go get my ball!” a spoiled voice called out. I turned slowly. A boy who looked about my age, though taller, stood there. His chin tilted up in pure, unadulterated arrogance. If my memory served, this was Jax Preston, the family’s only son. He was the epitome of a spoiled heir, obsessed with racing and skydiving and completely uninterested in the family business. In my past life, a racing accident crushed his lower body, leaving him paralyzed. His temper became legendary after that. “Hey, what are you gawking at? Did you hear me?” His impatient voice cut through the air. I snapped back to reality, picked up the basketball, and handed it to him. Remembering the driver’s instructions, I softly said, “Here you go, Jax.” He paused, then sneered. “Playing nice already, huh? Think that’s gonna get you a piece of the Preston fortune?” He scoffed and walked off. Over the next few days, I rarely saw Mrs. Preston, and Jax was practically a ghost. Mr. Sterling took me around, helping me familiarize myself with the mansion. The entire estate was huge. After the tour, he handed me a schedule. It was packed with various business management courses. “Here is your class schedule. Beginning tomorrow, you will begin private lessons in corporate management. Mrs. Preston has arranged it all. Your sole focus is to apply yourself. Do well, and you will be rewarded.” “So, think you can handle it?” This was the kind of stuff Levi and I only got into when we started our own business in my last life. To be exposed to it at just fifteen? I was thrilled. I nodded. “Of course, I can.” A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he said nothing, continuing to give me instructions. To ensure I didn’t fall behind on my middle school studies, Mrs. Preston also hired a private tutor for me. But I’d already mastered all of this in my previous life, so it was a breeze. In just one year, I absorbed all the knowledge and applied it flexibly. “This child is a fast learner! Not only has she mastered all the middle and high school subjects, but she can also grasp those complex professional corporate management courses.” The tutor praised me relentlessly to her. I sat quietly, listening. “At this rate,” he said, beaming, “Skylar won’t even need to finish high school! She could go straight to studying abroad!” But that wasn’t Mrs. Preston’s plan. She wanted me to accompany Jax through high school first, then go abroad with him. The official reason was “so you can look out for each other.” The real reason, which I understood perfectly, was to make me her wild son’s keeper. Mrs. Preston gave the tutor a generous bonus, and her gaze towards me held a new level of approval. “Come here.” She pulled me down to sit beside her, handing me an acceptance letter. “Well done. Since Jax’s grades aren’t improving, you’ll help him. I don’t expect miracles-just keep him from failing.” “Once you both graduate high school, I’ll send you abroad. How does that sound?” Without any preamble, Mrs. Preston laid out her demands. I didn’t hesitate. “Thank you, Mom.” Her eyebrows lifted, clearly pleased. She squeezed my hand tighter. “Good girl.”

As a reward, Mrs. Preston gave me a credit card and told me to enjoy a free day out. It was the most relaxed I’d been since coming to the Preston mansion. The driver dropped me off in the bustling city center, and I got out alone. I hadn’t walked far when a familiar figure appeared. It was Vivian, or rather, Vivian Miller now. She was standing on the roadside, under the scorching sun, handing out flyers. The Millers were practically penniless, with almost no spare cash, so it was no surprise she was forced to work to earn money. My past life had been just like that; during summer break, I’d juggle three jobs a day while still keeping up with my studies. Not only that, but I also had to help my foster parents with all sorts of chores. They claimed to treat us equally, but in reality, they never made Levi lift a finger. I even found out later that my foster parents had initially adopted me not because they wanted a sweet, affectionate daughter. But because they were looking for free labor. “Hello, would you like to see this?” A flyer was thrust in front of me. Vivian’s voice abruptly cut off when she looked up and saw me. “Skylar?” Noticing my luxury brand clothes and well-maintained skin, a flicker of jealousy crossed her face. She smiled. “You’re living pretty comfortably now, aren’t you? But don’t say I didn’t warn you, the Prestons are a family that’ll chew you up and spit you out. Mrs. Preston is far scarier than you can imagine. You’ll find out soon enough.” “Fine.” My flat reply annoyed her slightly. She began to boast about her foster family. “Mr. and Mrs. Miller are so good to me. My days are packed, and Levi even tutors me. And we were both admitted to Northwood High this year!” Northwood High… The acceptance letter Mrs. Preston had given me was also for Northwood High. Only students from influential backgrounds or those with exceptionally high grades were admitted. In my previous life, Levi and I were the ones who got in on merit. “Our lives are only going to get better, while you, well, you’re going to meet a tragic end on the streets.” She sounded absolutely certain. My lips parted, just as I was about to say something. “Vivian!” “Levi! What are you doing here?” Vivian beamed, throwing herself into Levi’s arms. Levi, carrying a lunchbox, handed it to her. “Mom told me to bring you lunch. It’s too hot and tiring at midday. Why don’t I take over for a bit?” “No thanks, Levi. I can do it.” The Millers would rather pinch every penny to send Levi to expensive tutoring than let Vivian take a single break. I was exploited the same way in my previous life. “You’re working hard.” As he spoke, Levi noticed me standing nearby. “Levi, this is Skylar, my sister. You met her at the foster home before.” Vivian introduced. Levi scrutinized me, his cold expression laced with a hint of disgust. He ignored me, turning to Vivian. “Don’t hang around with sketchy people. Let’s go.” Without giving me a chance to speak, Levi pulled Vivian away. “Levi, why were you so mean? What if you scared her?” “Silly Vivian, that person just now didn’t look like good news. You should stay away from her in the future, otherwise, who knows how she might hurt you behind your back.” Their sharp voices faded behind me. I couldn’t understand his sudden hostility, but the question only flickered briefly in my mind before vanishing. Instead, I took out the card Mrs. Preston had given me and went on a shopping spree, buying out half the luxury store.

When I emerged, laden with shopping bags, Vivian’s face was green. “Hmph, what’s there to be so proud of? You’ll still end up dead eventually. Not like Levi and me; we’re going to open a big company.” I chuckled, amused by her naivete. Then I turned and headed back to the Preston mansion. Actually, none of the things inside were for me. They were all for Mrs. Preston, Jax, and the other staff members in the house. When I got back, Jax was home, a rare sight. He saw me and sneered. “Well, well, been with us for only a short while and already hauling in bags? You really think the Prestons’ stuff is yours?” “Jax!” Mrs. Preston warned him, “She’s your sister.” Jax pouted. “Sister? What kind of sister? I don’t have a country bumpkin sister like her. It’s embarrassing to even be seen with her.” Jax and I never got along, so I wasn’t about to stick my head in the lion’s mouth. I pulled out the gifts one by one from the bags. “Mom, this is for you.” I handed her the gift box, which contained a sheer, silky scarf. Then I gave gifts to the other staff members who had been looking after me-Mr. Sterling and the housekeepers. I saw an expression of genuine satisfaction on Mrs. Preston’s face, different from her usual demeanor. Mr. Sterling and the other staff members also looked pleasantly surprised. Jax’s face fell immediately. “Hmph. You think you can bribe people with a few presents? You think you’re-” “Jax,” I cut in, acting as though I hadn’t heard him. “This one is for you.” I pulled out the final gift. It was a race car model. “I heard Mom say you like racing, so I bought this when I saw it at the mall.” He froze, mumbled something, and took it.

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My crazy sister, completely hooked on soap operas, insisted on divorcing her husband, firmly believing a Billionaire would fall in love with her, a divorced woman with a child. I tried everything to dissuade her, and for a while, she seemed to calm down. But she just wouldn’t give up. To “accidentally” run into a Billionaire, she drained her savings on all sorts of high-end places. At one fancy hair salon, her mischievous son, Leo, grabbed a pair of scissors, planning to cut a customer’s hair. Luckily, I stopped him in time, preventing a disaster. But then, out of nowhere, another naughty kid copied Leo and snipped that same customer’s hair. And guess what? That kid’s mom ended up marrying into a wealthy family! When Chelsea found out, she completely lost it. She blamed me for ruining her chance with a Billionaire. She hit me with her car, leaving me paralyzed from the neck down. Then, she made Leo take the scissors and cut into my flesh. I was tortured to death. Before I took my last breath, I heard her whisper, full of venom: “Victoria, if there’s a next life, please, *please* don’t meddle in my business anymore!” The next moment, I opened my eyes. I was back at the time Chelsea was fighting with her husband about the divorce. I immediately raised both hands in support: “Do it! You absolutely HAVE to divorce him!”

After I said that, both Chelsea and her husband stared at me with shocked expressions. “Victoria, it’s bad enough Chelsea is being ridiculous, but why are you joining her?!” Ryan, her husband, practically yelled. “Do you even know why she wants to divorce me? She says she’s going to find true love with our son, and that *I’m* standing in the way of her marrying into a wealthy family!” “Chelsea, seriously, look at yourself! Do you honestly think a Billionaire would even glance at you? And with Leo, who’s just a complication, no Billionaire in their right mind would marry you!” In my past life, I, like Ryan, thought Chelsea was completely insane. But her brain had been so utterly poisoned by those soap operas. She genuinely believed she was the suffering heroine from one of those shows, waiting for her Billionaire savior to rescue her. Last time, I tried to reason with her: “Chelsea, honey, in those soap operas, when a Billionaire marries a woman with a child, it always turns out the kid is actually the Billionaire’s biological child.” “What kind of Billionaire would marry a divorced woman who already has a kid? Do you think those wealthy families would actually raise someone else’s son?” But Chelsea just scoffed: “That just means you haven’t watched enough soap operas! I’ve seen plenty where Billionaires marry divorced women with kids. Oh, just stop interfering in my life. Once I marry into a wealthy family, won’t you be living the good life too?” Eventually, I gave up. Ryan and I were practically on our knees begging her to reconsider. In the end, I had to promise her thirty thousand dollars for her to temporarily agree not to divorce Ryan. Now, I stood by Chelsea’s side: “I respect every decision Chelsea makes. She must have a plan for doing this! Divorce is a huge deal, she wouldn’t do it if she wasn’t sure!” Chelsea excitedly grabbed my hand: “Victoria, you’re the only one who understands me!” Understand you? How could I not? You lunatic, you practically ruined my life in the last one! “Ryan, if you don’t divorce me, I’ll sue you for adultery! I’ll even call the police and accuse you of domestic abuse!” Ryan’s face was beet red with anger. “Fine! Divorce then!” Finally, Chelsea got her divorce, just as she wished.

Just like in my previous life, Chelsea blew through money, dragging Leo to all sorts of high-end places. Today, she asked me to accompany her to an upscale salon to get Leo’s hair cut, and I knew the turning point was coming. The moment we walked into the salon, I spotted *the* Billionaire already there, talking to a stylist. Chelsea’s eyes lit up, and she nudged my elbow. “Victoria, did you see him? He’s definitely a rich guy.” “Soon, Leo will cut his hair, and then we’ll fall in love at first sight!” My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Had she been reborn too? Then she added: “I had a dream yesterday, and it was in this very salon. Leo was about to cut the Billionaire’s hair, but you stopped him.” “Then another kid did it instead, and that kid’s mom fell in love with the Billionaire and successfully married into his family!” “It actually woke me up, you know? That’s why I brought Leo here for a haircut today.” “This time, you are NOT allowed to mess things up for me, understand? If anything goes wrong because of you, I swear I’ll never forgive you!” *Phew*, I thought. Good thing she only dreamed about part of the last life. Otherwise, if she knew I’d also been reborn, how would I get to watch her self-destruct? “Don’t worry, Chelsea, you specifically told me not to, so how could I ruin your plans?” “Go ahead and do whatever you want, bravely! Whatever you do, I’ll support you!” Chelsea, touched, patted my hand: “Victoria, I’m so glad I have you! Everyone else thinks I’m crazy, but you’re the only one who supports me unconditionally!” “Of course! I’m your sister, after all! Our parents passed away early, and I raised you! So I have absolute faith in you. I know that anything you set your mind to, you can achieve!” Chelsea’s eyes welled up with tears. “Victoria, once I marry into the wealthy family, I’ll make sure you come live with us and enjoy the good life!” I nodded. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” Leo had been playing with a pair of scissors the whole time. When he saw the Billionaire, who had just had his hair washed, sitting there, he crept up quietly. *Snip!* He cut off a huge chunk of the Billionaire’s hair. The Billionaire gasped, instantly touched his head, and let out a furious bellow: “Whose kid is that?!” Chelsea was ecstatic. She immediately rushed forward and took her son’s hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. My son was just playing, and I wasn’t watching him.” She even deliberately chose what she thought was her most flattering angle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The Billionaire looked like he was about to lose it. “Do you have any idea how important my image is? I have an international meeting tomorrow! How am I supposed to meet clients looking like this?” “I’m so sorry, I’ll definitely compensate you for your losses!” She pulled out her phone. “How about we exchange contact information? It’ll be easier to get in touch later.” “No need. Just contact my lawyer directly!” Chelsea grabbed the Billionaire’s arm. “Oh, come on! Even though I’m a single mom, I promise I’ll pay back every penny of what I owe! Not a single cent less!” “And if I really can’t afford it, well, marrying you is always an option too!” She even winked at the Billionaire. He got even angrier. “Let go!” He yanked his arm, pushing Chelsea so hard she landed squarely on her backside on the floor. “Running into someone like you first thing in the morning? What rotten luck!” Seeing the Billionaire about to leave, Chelsea scrambled up from the floor and chased after him. Just as the Billionaire got into his Maybach, she rushed over and grabbed the car door. “You can’t leave! We haven’t exchanged contact information yet!”

The Billionaire looked utterly disgusted, throwing out a cold, “Forget the compensation. Just get lost!” Chelsea still clung to the car door, refusing to let go. “No! We haven’t exchanged contact info, and I *have* to compensate you for this money!” To keep the Billionaire there, Chelsea shouted and tried to open the car door. But the door was locked, and she couldn’t budge it. The Billionaire said coldly, “Drive.” The driver immediately hit the gas. Chelsea was dragged along, but she still wouldn’t let go, screaming at the top of her lungs. “This is destiny, a fated love! We HAVE to exchange numbers, or who knows when we’ll meet again!” The Billionaire rolled up his window, completely ignoring her. After being dragged for hundreds of feet, Chelsea finally couldn’t hold on any longer and let go. I quickly ran after her with Leo. “Victoria, quick, call an ambulance!” Chelsea said that then passed out. I had no choice but to take her to the hospital. After the doctors examined her, they said she only had minor scrapes and bruises. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. That woman truly had nine lives. During the few days I took care of her in the hospital, she was constantly glued to her phone, tinkering with something. The day she was discharged, she excitedly told me: “Victoria, I found out! My future husband’s name is Alexander Vance, and he’s the heir to Vance Group!” I just said, “Oh.” Chelsea grew even more excited: “If I go to his house as a maid, he’s definitely going to fall in love with me! After all, that’s how it always happens in the soap operas – the Billionaire falls for the housekeeper!” Sometimes, I honestly wanted to crack open Chelsea’s head and see what was rattling around inside. After she was discharged, she disappeared. Leo cried inconsolably, unable to find his mom. I had to take the child to Ryan, since I certainly wasn’t obligated to raise her kid. Three days later, the police called. “Are you Chelsea Vance’s sister? Chelsea Vance is suspected of unlawful entry, please come down to the police station.” I rushed to the police station and found a bruised and tearful Chelsea. “What happened?” “Victoria!” Before Chelsea could continue, Alex stormed over. “Can you control your sister?! If she has mental problems, send her to a psychiatric hospital! Don’t let her out to harm other people, please!” I was startled. “I’m so sorry, my sister doesn’t have mental problems. And she’s twenty-five years old, she’s responsible for her own actions!” “Chelsea, what exactly did you do?!” “She snuck into my house, crept into my bedroom, and almost *assaulted* me!” I was shocked again by Chelsea’s sheer audacity. “Could there be some misunderstanding?” “What misunderstanding?! She climbed in through the window, burst into the bathroom while I was showering and completely naked, and literally *pounced* on me!” “If I hadn’t pushed her off, my reputation would have been ruined! I’m pressing charges for attempted assault! I’m going to make sure she rots in jail!”

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After I was reborn, my first priority was to cancel our anniversary trip with my husband, Leo. I was still trying to figure out how to tell him that our booked flight was destined to crash. Then I overheard him on the phone with Stella, his childhood sweetheart. “With this second chance,” he said, “I finally see clearly. You’re the one. The regret I can’t live with.” That night, he came to me. “Iris, why don’t you go ahead tomorrow without me? Something’s come up. I’ve rescheduled my flight.” In that moment, I knew the truth. Leo had been reborn too. And this time, he had chosen to let me die alone. Seeing me dazed, he stepped closer and repeated himself. “What’s wrong? Not happy?” “Silly, I’ll rush to meet you the moment I wrap things up here..” The bitterness in my chest spread to the tip of my tongue. My clenched fingers dug deep into my palms. My body trembled, almost uncontrollably. My thoughts were a tangled wreck. The words spilled out before I could stop them. “Then I’ll reschedule with you. We can go together after you’re done.” But his eyes skittered away, a flash of pure panic. He couldn’t meet my gaze. “You still go first. The change fees are outrageous. It’s a waste of money.” “Be good. I’ll drive you to the airport tomorrow.” With that, he decided for me. Without waiting for a reply, he muttered something about work and retreated to his study. Countless questions warred in my mind, rendering me momentarily speechless. I didn’t even know where to begin. After a daze, I pulled out my phone to check our flight tickets. I tried to delude myself, searching for any evidence that the plane crash was just a nightmare, that Leo and I hadn’t been reborn at all. But the stark, familiar flight number glaring from the screen sent a searing pain through my pupils, scorching my very soul. The pilot’s final announcement began to echo incessantly in my ears, each word etched into my mind. “The flight is going down. Passengers, please help one another and stay strong…” This year was our fifth wedding anniversary. Before takeoff, I’d been excitedly chatting about our plans. He was distracted, constantly checking his phone. I finally asked, “Are you waiting for someone’s message?” He just said, “No, just checking the time.” It wasn’t until we hit violent turbulence over the Caspian Sea that I was truly terrified. I clung to Leo, sobbing. He fixed an oxygen mask over my face, helped me into a life vest, and held me steady. Then he held my face, his voice urgent but calm. “Iris! Listen to me…” “No matter what happens, I’ll be with you.” “But… if I’m not here, and you have a chance to survive, you must live on. You have to live a good life.” A love forged in the face of death should be unforgettable. So why, when given a second chance, did his choice change?

I hadn’t slept at all. At eight sharp, Leo knocked on my bedroom door. “Honey, are you awake?” “We’ll be late if you sleep any longer. Come on, up you get.” I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. He looked refreshed after a night in his study, while I was completely exhausted. He seemed willfully blind to the shadows under my eyes. He gently pushed me into the bathroom to get ready. When I emerged, our luggage was already packed and waiting by the door. “This early? The flight isn’t until noon.” He just smiled, ruffled my hair, and handed me a boiled corn and a coffee. “Better to be safe than sorry. I’ve got some things to take care of later.” With that, he picked up the suitcases and walked out. On the way to the airport, he didn’t connect his phone to the car’s Bluetooth as he always did. Instead, he placed it on his left, occasionally glancing at incoming messages, an unconscious smile flickering on his lips. After we arrived, I hesitated before security. He gave me a gentle push. He gave me a gentle push. “It’s the same waiting inside. Iris, I really have to go now. The company is waiting.” I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Was he really… hoping I’d die? I picked up my luggage, passed through security, and sat down at the gate. I secretly pulled Leo’s tablet from my bag. I’d taken it from his study that morning. His SnapChat was still logged in. The top contact, saved as “Sweetheart,” was Stella, his childhood sweetheart. Last night, Leo and Stella had been on a FaceTime call for five hours, from ten at night until four in the morning. Even after hanging up, they couldn’t get enough of each other. Leo: “I’ll see you tomorrow. Too excited to sleep.” Stella: “Silly, we have a lifetime together ahead of us.” Leo: “You didn’t have a wedding the first time you got married. When we get married, I’ll make sure you have an unforgettable ceremony.” Stella: “I’ll go confront him tomorrow about a divorce. What about you? When will you tell Iris?” Leo: “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” The tablet in my hands felt like it was about to snap. Of course, he’d handle it. He wouldn’t even need to mention divorce. Because, he’s waiting for me to die… I opened Leo’s Ins feed. He had posted something visible only to Stella. “You are the regret of my youth, and the joy of my future.” The photo accompanying it was their high school graduation picture. Two innocent-looking teenagers, holding hands in their school uniforms. And on his Ins feed, all posts related to me had been deleted overnight. Tears splashed onto the screen. The boarding announcement began. I sniffed, grabbed my luggage, and walked towards the gate.

Reborn, I wasn’t sure if this flight would crash again. I guessed Leo wasn’t sure either, which was why he was waiting. Ten minutes before the plane doors closed, I grabbed my luggage, preparing to get off the plane. The flight attendant asked me, confused, “Ma’am, is everything alright? Do you need any help?” I said, “I suddenly have a fear of flying, and my heart feels uncomfortable.” “I’m voluntarily ending my trip.” After the flight attendant consulted with the pilot, they let me leave. I returned to the boarding gate, standing by the glass window, watching the plane taxi to the runway. Then it gradually ascended, disappearing from my sight. I had thought about warning the people on the plane that it might crash. But rebirth felt too ethereal. I was afraid they’d think I was crazy. So, I could only pray in my heart for their safe journey. I sat in the airport for three hours, constantly staring at Leo’s chat logs. After dropping me off at the airport, he had immediately gone to meet Stella. They met at a hotel. He had screenshotted the group-buy room details and a delivery order for condoms, sending them to her. He asked her, “Is there anything else you need me to prepare?” She replied, “I heard men aren’t so good after twenty-five. Are you ready?” He answered, “Maybe not for others, but for you, you’ll be the one screaming you’re done.” Shortly after that message was sent, a notification popped up on the screen: a consumption record. The details showed a pharmacy, male enhancement products. I took photos of all the content in their chat and then took a cab to the old house where Leo and I used to live. Leo and I were college classmates. Though he struggled financially, he was handsome and academically gifted, which made teachers and classmates alike want to look out for him. My mother, who was also his professor, was especially kind. She often invited him home for dinner and bought him clothes and daily necessities, treating him almost as her own son. At that time, I only saw him as a classmate. I never thought about dating him. It wasn’t until shortly after college graduation that my mother passed away from cancer. Leo, along with other classmates, came to mourn my mother. But while others left, he stayed. He helped me tirelessly with all the funeral arrangements. My father had left when I was very young. After my mother passed, I felt like an orphan. Friends and relatives urged me to be strong. But those two words were easy to say, yet so incredibly difficult to embody. Thankfully, Leo stayed by my side during that time. He told me, “Iris, I’m here for you.” “Your mother was so kind to me. Now that she’s gone, I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” At first, I didn’t want to accept his kindness. A part of me was afraid of falling for him. But no matter how hard I tried to push him away, he remained steadfastly by my side Everything changed on the first anniversary of my mother’s death. Grief-stricken, I drank too much. I kissed him wildly, tearing at our clothes and pulling him onto the bed. He didn’t refuse me. His touch was nothing but gentle. The next morning, I told him we could pretend it never happened. But Instead, he immediately asked me to marry him. I was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly refused. “I don’t want you to marry me out of gratitude.” “You’ve already repaid your debt to my mother.” He didn’t say anything, just got dressed and left. I thought he would never come back. But to my surprise, less than an hour later, he reappeared, breathless, with flowers, a ring, and breakfast. “I want to marry you because I genuinely love you, Iris.” “Not for anyone else, only for you.” That ring, which he bought with all the money he had, is still on my hand today. Even though he bought me many other rings later, I never replaced it. I opened the door to the old house. Having been empty for so long, the air seemed to float with endless dust. The familiar scene made me feel like I was witnessing Leo’s proposal again. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. I took off the ring on my right ring finger and placed it on the console by the entrance. Perhaps he and I were a mistake from the very beginning.

In the afternoon, I was so tired that I drifted off to sleep on the sofa. I was woken by a series of phone calls. All my friends were calling me. Messages flooded in, one after another. “Iris! Are you okay?” “You’re not on the plane, are you? Please tell me you’re not!” “I’m begging you, text me back…” “Leo wasn’t on the plane, right? Why did you go alone?!” I glanced at the time: 8:30 PM. I numbly searched for news about the flight. The top trending headline read: Air disaster, crashed into the sea, no survivors. Those keywords flashed before my eyes. I understood then; the accident still happened. I didn’t immediately reassure everyone. Instead, I wanted to see Leo’s reaction. He posted a tribute online, titled “In Loving Memory of My Deceased Wife.” It was a rambling, thousand-word essay explaining that he couldn’t go with me due to an emergency. He also recounted our story, how we met and fell in love. He played the role of the devoted husband, his words brimming with apparent grief. He even declared that whether I was alive or dead, he would love me forever. He wrote that after the funeral, he would adopt a child to be “our child.” The picture accompanying the post was our wedding photo. Only, my half of the photo had been photoshopped in black and white, while his half remained vibrant red. In the comments, many comforted him, telling him to accept his condolences. Some even transferred him money, calling it a small token of sympathy. A sharp pain twisted in my chest. I opened his chat with Stella. Stella: “Iris is gone?” Leo: “Yeah, it was an accident.” Stella: “Then what about us… if we get together now, everyone will trash me.” “Leo, I’m with you because of love. I don’t want people to think I’m a home-wrecker because of this.” “You promised you wouldn’t let me get hurt.” Leo sent several sixty-second voice messages, continuously coaxing her, reassuring her of his feelings. He said, “Regardless of whether this accident happened, you are the only one I love.” “Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have left…” “After Iris’s funeral, we’ll get married.” “And we’ll bring you and his child to live with us.” “We’ll tell everyone it’s a child I adopted for Iris.” “Don’t worry, I would never let you be wronged.” “As for Iris’s inheritance, her mother’s old house, I’ll transfer it to the child.” A wave of bitter anger rose in my chest, so potent it felt suffocating. My hands trembled violently. How could he shamelessly say such things? I took several deep breaths to calm the choking emotions. So be it. If he’s so eager to hold my funeral, I’ll be sure to give him a parting gift he’ll never forget.

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When we were planning our Christmas show, Tiffany, our queen bee, convinced everyone to chip in for matching uniforms. But when the uniforms arrived, mine was a joke. The fabric was thin and scratchy, and the size I had ordered as a 3XL had been swapped for a Small. I went to Tiffany to ask for an exchange. She cut me off impatiently. “You’re bigger than everyone. Your uniform costs more. What quality did you expect? Maybe if you weren’t so fat, you wouldn’t have this problem. Figure it out.” After humiliating me, she turned and walked away. But when I refused to just accept the uniform, she panicked. Tiffany’s humiliating words cut through the room. Every classmate turned to stare, their judgmental eyes burning into me. Tiffany didn’t care. She pressed on, sharp and merciless.. “Let’s be real, you’re fat. If you were thinner, it would fit. It’s that simple.” “This was a custom order with our names on it. You can’t just return it just because you feel like it.” “Just make it fit. Stop being so difficult!” I bit my lip white, still struggling to be heard. The fabric was cheap and rough. It was not smooth like the others. And the size was wrong. This was not the 3XL I ordered. Everyone else was in their perfec uniforms. I stood there, a misfit. I took a breath, shut out their stares, and spoke. “Tiffany, never mind the quality. This uniform is too small. I can’t even get into it.!” The words had barely left my mouth when Tiffany’s face twisted with impatience. “I said no!” She yelled. “How do I know you didn’t just mess up your own size? And besides, we’re not that close!” I instinctively took a half-step back, my voice dropping. “Sorry, I-” Ashley, Tiffany’s friend, cut me off. “Oh my god, you fat pig, you’re doing too much! You filled out the form yourself, and now you’re complaining it’s too small? What do you even want?” “You’re being so pushy! She’s not your nanny. Who do you think you are, some kind of princess?” I shook my head, trying to deny it. But Ashley wasn’t listening. “Well, can’t you just squeeze your fat into it then? How small can it possibly be?” Just then, Tiffany, who had been quiet, spoke up. Her voice carried a strange, wounded tone. “Chloe, are you trying to cause trouble on purpose? You clearly filled out a Small yourself. Why are you trying to make it look like I deliberately ordered the wrong size for you?” With that, she pulled up the digital form where we’d submitted our sizes. I leaned in, my heart sinking. My size was listed as S, not the 3XL I knew I had entered! Before I could process it, others crowded around to see. Someone snatched the uniform from my hands to check the tag. “It is a Small,” they said, their eyes sweeping over me without a hint of shame. “Of course it doesn’t fit. Is she pretending to be skinny or something? She filled it out herself, so who knows what she’s trying to pull.” “Seriously?” another voice chimed in. “I’m 110 pounds and I wear a Large. You, at over 200, put down an S? The audacity.” “She’s so disgusting. She messed up her own order and has the nerve to blame Tiffany.” Their words came at me, one after another, suffocating me. I gained weight two years ago because I was sick and on hormone medication. After I recovered, I tried desperately to lose weight, but with little success. Now, it had become their weapon to attack me. I looked at them, enunciating each word. “I reported 3XL. I’m fat, and I’m well aware of it.”

Tiffany suddenly stepped forward, glaring at me and speaking loudly. “So, you’re saying we changed it? Seriously, no one is that bored, Sweetie!” “If you’re really that bothered, I’ll pay for a new custom one for you myself. What bad luck to run into someone like you.” Seeing this, the other classmates grew even more disgusted with me. “Fat pig, is this really necessary? You’re not going to let Tiffany off the hook, are you?” “First you accuse her of changing your size, and now you want her to pay for a new uniform? Have you no shame at all?” I swallowed the bitter taste rising in my throat. “That’s not what I mean. Even if I made a mistake with the size, there are plenty of people here wearing a Small. So why is mine the only one made from this cheap, scratchy fabric?” As I spoke, I pushed my uniform towards them. Tiffany’s eyes flickered. She snatched my uniform, holding it close as if to inspect it. “Oh really? Well, Well, why didn’t you just say that from the beginning?” But I had. I’d brought up the quality first. She was the one who had cut me off, citing my size as the cause for the cheap material. She knew she’d been caught. She threw my uniform back at me, pushing all the blame back onto my shoulders. “Next time, just get to the point, okay? Don’t beat around the bush like this. It’s exhausting!” Ashley also chimed in.”Seriously, a simple explanation would have saved us all this drama.” I let out a deep breath. I honestly didn’t know what the “point” was-the size or the quality. It was obvious that only my uniform had both the wrong quality and the wrong size. Seeing me fall silent, Tiffany snorted. “Fine,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “Just send me your size and the money. Don’t waste any more of our time.” “Everyone wears a uniform. Ruin the performance without one, and Mr. Miller will have your head. Don’t expect me to save you.” She paused, then shot me a glance and continued, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The district officials are coming to this performance, and it affects our school’s funding for next year. If you hold us back, you’ll face the consequences alone!” I didn’t rush to answer. Instead, I looked directly at her and retorted, “But I’ve already paid for the uniform. The vendor made a mistake, so why should I have to pay again?” Tiffany exploded. “The vendor had a problem? What about your problem? You messed up the size yourself!” “I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you. Do you expect the vendor to just do it for free?” “And this is a designer uniform! Do you think it’s some cheap thing from a discount store, that you can just return it whenever you want?” I bit my lip hard. I had double-checked the size when I filled out the form. And I was the only one in the entire class who had put 3XL. I even specifically mentioned it to Tiffany. Tiffany pushed me, her face darkening. “Speak up! Are you refusing to pay?” I lost my footing and stumbled back a few steps. Tiffany got even angrier, her eyes blazing. “What are you acting like, you fat pig! You’re so heavy, how could I possibly push you? Do you think you’re some delicate little thing?” “It’s absolutely disgusting! If you don’t want to pay, just say so. Don’t waste everyone’s time here!” Hearing her mock my weight again, I clenched my fists, my jaw trembling with rage. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t pay. It’s just not my fault, so I shouldn’t have to.” Tiffany crossed her arms and sneered. “Fine, I won’t push it. If you want to be cheap, we can all chip in.” “There are fifty of us besides you. Can everyone just contribute ten bucks? I don’t want to waste any more time.” She looked at me, her tone dripping with passive-aggression. “Otherwise, people might think I’m bullying you.” Her words were clearly mocking me, implying I was faking pity. Faced with her humiliating suggestion of a collection, I finally looked up and raised my voice. “No need. As you said, if I made a mistake with the size, then the vendor also made a mistake with the fabric. I’m willing to negotiate with the vendor myself.” “Can you give me the contact information for the custom uniform vendor?” Tiffany stared at me for a long time, then seemed to concede. “Fine, fine, I’m just tired of dealing with someone as nitpicky as you. Transfer the money to me, and I’ll handle the vendor.” “Honestly, I’ve never met anyone so slow!” I turned away without another word. The show was over, and the audience dispersed, heading back with their uniforms.

Tiffany kept saying she’d handle the negotiations. But as Christmas performance day approaching, and my uniform was still nowhere to be found. Everyone else came and went, wearing their new uniforms. I sat in a corner, feeling like a total outsider. People started ignoring me. If I took an extra bite during meals, I’d be laughed at and called a fat pig. When I practiced the routine in my own clothes, people would always stare. The uniform became an obsession. I carried the weight of it everywhere. I even secretly took pictures of the other uniforms, desperately trying to find the vendor. But no one sold this specific custom design. Left with no choice, I contacted Tiffany again. “Has the uniform exchange been processed?” Her reply came much later. She ignored my question entirely, zeroing in on my phrasing. “Is that how you ask for a favor? Where are your manners? Not even a ‘hello’?” I stared at the screen, baffled. Wasn’t my question polite enough? Still, I tried again, forcing patience into my words. “Hello, Tiffany. Has the vendor given you an update on the exchange?” She still dodged the question. “Use ‘please’ ! I’m the Tiffany! Do you have manner? You’re impossible!” “But I’m a bigger person, so I’ll let this small thing slide! I’ll tell you when the uniform arrives!” The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. I was just asking a normal question, did she really need to get so angry? At two in the morning, my phone started blowing up with messages. I groggily answered the FaceTime call, and Tiffany’s angry shouts came through. “Are you dead? Why are you answering so late?” “Didn’t you see all the messages I sent you?” I checked the time and frowned. “Sorry, my phone was on silent, I didn’t hear it. What’s up?” She said a nonchalant. “It’s nothing big. The uniform is back.” Hearing that, my heart leaped with joy. Just as I was about to speak, her furious voice erupted again. “I’ve been running around, dealing with your uniform, and you can’t even say thank you?” “Seriously, I don’t know how your parents raised you! So ill-mannered!” A knot of anger formed in my chest. I opened my mouth to argue, but she hung up directly. The next day, the day of the Christmas performance. Tiffany finally sauntered over with my uniform and threw it at me. “Go change into your uniform quickly! Don’t hold everyone up!” “I already stressed that the district officials are coming to this Christmas performance. If anything goes wrong, don’t blame Mr. Miller for kicking you out of our class.” I picked up the new uniform she’d had custom-made and saw the size printed on it. It felt like something exploded in my head. XS size! This uniform was even smaller than the last one. So small I probably couldn’t even get my leg into it. I pushed open the bathroom door and shoved the uniform directly into Tiffany’s face. “Tiffany, this is XS! Can’t you tell the difference between 3XL and XS? Why did you get the smallest size again?!” Tiffany slapped my hand away, fuming. “I told the vendor to make the largest size! How was I supposed to know they’d send an S? It’s the vendor’s fault, not mine! What good does it do to blame me?” “You are such a pain! I can’t deal with this anymore. Figure out your uniform situation yourself!” I stared at her for a long time. “Fine, I’ll figure it out myself.” She turned and walked away. I looked at the XS uniform in my hand and tried it on. But that tiny, almost childlike garment made me break down again. The horn for the Christmas performance sounded. Tiffany’s urgent message came through. “Gather up! If the uniform’s too small, just wear it anyway and get over here!” I tossed the uniform aside. In the very last second before our formation was about to go on stage, I rushed to the field. Mr. Vance, who had been waiting at the venue, frowned when he saw me. “What’s wrong with this class? So undisciplined! Why aren’t their uniforms uniform, everyone wearing their own thing?” Hearing that, Tiffany spun around, her eyes, spitting venom, locking onto me. She screamed without restraint. “Chloe! I told you to wear your uniform!”

I wasn’t flustered in the slightest. I challenged her openly. “I wanted to ask you the same thing! You prepared uniforms that were too small for me twice! How long are you going to keep targeting me like this?” Publicly called out, Tiffany exploded in rage, cursing and reaching out to hit me. “Damn it, you absolute bitch! What are you talking about?! When have I ever targeted you?! Do you have a death wish?!” “Tiffany!” The slap never landed. It was cut short by Mr. Miller’s sharp, commanding voice cutting through the air. Mr. Miller’s face had turned a ghostly pale. Beside him, Vice Principal Thompson was visibly shaking with rage, his jaw clenched and fists tight. On the stage, the district official glanced at Principal Evans, a dry, humorless smile on his lips. “The ‘culture’ here at your school is certainly…unique.” Mr. Evans forced a smile. “Please excuse us, Mr. Vance. These kids are just playing around.” He probably thought Mr. Vance would drop the matter to save face. But he didn’t. He continued, as if to himself, “Playing around? It looked like bullying to me!” Those words sent a chill down Mr. Evans’s spine. He lowered his head and shot Mr. Miller a look, urging him to quickly get us out of there. He then changed the subject. “No, no, that’s not it at all! Let’s watch the next class’s formation, I guarantee it won’t disappoint you!” Because our class was the first to perform, we left a bad impression on Mr. Vance right from the start. As a result, he barely paid attention to the subsequent performances. As soon as they were over, he made an excuse and left. Our class was kept back, and everyone remained silent. Only Tiffany was covering her face and crying. As soon as she saw Mr. Miller and Mr. Thompson appear, she choked up and ran to them, sobbing. “Mr. Miller, help me! I really wasn’t targeting Chloe. It’s her own fault for being too fat, that’s why the uniform seams ripped.” Mr. Miller remained silent, but Mr. Thompson snorted. “Then how do you explain secretly switching her 3XL uniform to an S-size?” “I just heard about this on my way over! Chloe’s uniform was replaced twice, and both times it was unwearable. What are you going to do about it?” “Are you sure this isn’t targeting?” Yes. That was the question. If this wasn’t targeting, what was it? If the first wrong size was a genuine mistake, I would have accepted it. But the second time, I confirmed my size was 3XL, repeatedly. What arrived was an XS. And after trying it on for just a few minutes, a red rash had already bloomed around my neck-proof of the uniform’s toxic quality. Wasn’t all this targeting? A mistake could happen once, but twice? Tiffany sobbed, trying to defend herself. “This really isn’t my fault. Maybe the vendor was negligent.” “Besides, maybe it’s because Chloe is too fat, and they just didn’t have enough fabric, so they could only make a smaller size. How is that my fault?” Mr. Thompson, being a reasonable man, didn’t buy her nonsense. He pointed at the uniform I’d taken off, gritting his teeth. “Isn’t this supposed to be a designer brand? Such a big company doesn’t have enough fabric to make clothes?” “Send me the manufacturer’s contact information. I’ll call them personally. I want to see how they make their clothes!” This made Tiffany panic. She clutched her phone, frozen. Mr. Thompson’s tone was unyielding as he repeated, “Did you hear me? Send me the manufacturer’s contact information!”

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