Author: Momo Chan

In my second year running the company, my high school classmate suddenly messaged me. [Ember, Sienna was just joking with you back then. Why won’t you even attend her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty on purpose?] I was completely puzzled. After opening the message, I found out that Sienna Jacobs had recently found her biological parents, and today was the welcome-home party for her. I replied directly: [I’m busy.] I don’t want to attend a party for someone who once bullied me. My reply didn’t make them stop; instead, it brought some inexplicable speculation. [You’re not out of leave, are you?] [We’re all classmates. If you come, I’ll give you three hundred dollars, enough to cover two days’ wages.] Sienna also replied in the group: [Ember, it was just a joke back then, and I had already dropped out. Can’t you let it go even now?] I stared at that sentence for a long time and finally typed: [Only terrible people call bullying a joke.] Immediately, some classmates came to defend her. [Sienna is a terrible person? She’s a wealthy heiress, not even in the same class as you. Poor people just love to fuss over everything.] Sienna hypocritically replied: [Anyway, today is a new beginning in my life, and I hope you can witness it.] [We’re all classmates, I won’t hold a grudge against you for forcing me to drop out. If you’re short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then, she posted a screenshot of her chat with her dad. Seeing her dad’s profile picture, I froze. Isn’t this my dad Gideon Jacobs’ profile picture? But I resemble my mom Tessa Sanchez by seventy percent, so it’s impossible that I’m her child. Besides, Sienna is two months younger than me. I replied with a smile: [Sure, I’ll definitely go.] ***** She quickly sent me the address of the party. The party was held at Celestial Heights, a place I’m very familiar with. That was one of the coming-of-age gifts Tessa gave me when I turned 18. Last month, Gideon borrowed it. If I only suspected before, now I’m completely sure Sienna is Gideon’s illegitimate daughter. Just a few hours ago, he sent me a message. [Good girl, great news! Your mom said she’s remarrying me tomorrow.] [We can be a happy family again.] They divorced over some issues when I was in elementary school. All these years, he never stopped pursuing Tessa, often buying me gifts and sending messages to show his care. I always thought he truly loved Tessa and only divorced back then because of relationship issues. Now it seems he never truly cared about me or my mom. I thought sarcastically, “He’s using the things Mom gave me to show off for his illegitimate daughter. What a great guy.” I finished handing over my work and drove to Celestial Heights. The once off-white exterior walls are now painted in the pink color I despise the most. Walking through the gate, Sienna stood at the center, dressed in my favorite haute couture gown I left in the manor, surrounded like a star among admirers. Beside her was a well-maintained middle-aged woman and a group of high school classmates. “I always thought Sienna had an extraordinary aura, but I never expected her to be a wealthy heiress!” “Yeah, I heard your dad bought this manor just for your coming-of-age ceremony. He spoils you so much! Even though he didn’t bring you back at the time, he still kept thinking about you.” “Sienna, you’re rich now, so take good care of us in the future!” Even the campus heartthrob from high school, Caden Lopez, who had always been indifferent to her, now spoke to her with a gentle tone. “Sienna, you’ve finally made it through. We’ve all seen the grievances you’ve endured over the years.” “When Ember arrives, we’ll definitely help you get justice. It’s a pity I was fooled by her pretending to be pitiful back then, thinking she was so innocent. Who knew she was so cruel, even forcing you to drop out.” Sienna lowered her head slightly, a perfectly timed look of grievance appearing on her face as she spoke up for me, though her eyes were filled with ruthlessness and scheming. She hesitated and said, “Even the principal back then… sigh, forget it, I don’t want to dwell on it anymore. After all, we were classmates.” Seeing her hesitation, everyone couldn’t help but start speculating. Soon, someone started criticizing me. “Ember is so shameless, bullying Sienna just because of her family background.” “Hmph, what kind of background could she have? She didn’t even wear any brand-name clothes in high school.” “If she has no background, why would the principal help her? Could it be…” “Disgusting, she was hooking up with the principal in high school? Maybe when she said she was busy today, she was actually with someone.” When everyone saw me coming, they immediately shut up, but they kept exchanging glances, looking disgusted. Some even covered their mouths and noses, as if I were something particularly filthy. Caden looked me up and down, then sneered with disdain, “Ember, no matter how poor you are, you could at least have one decent outfit, right?” Laughter erupted. “That’s hilarious, someone like her was actually in the same class as me. If I were her, I’d rather die than wear such cheap clothes.” “Wait, my boss seems to have worn similar clothes before. I heard they were custom-made.” “You’re overthinking it. How could what she’s wearing be custom-made? It’s probably a knockoff.” “Maybe she’s wearing her employer’s clothes to pretend to be rich. So embarrassing.” I ignored their mockery and calmly said, “I never wear clothes that others have worn.” “This outfit of mine is also custom-made, not some random brand.” As soon as I finished speaking, Sienna’s mom, Aurora Williams, suddenly walked up to me. She forcefully yanked the necklace off my neck. My neck suddenly tightened as the cold chain sharply scraped across my skin, leaving a burning pain. Immediately after, a slap landed on my face. Aurora sneered, “Of course, it’s custom-made, because you’re spending my husband’s money.” “Your mom spending my husband’s money is one thing, but you, an illegitimate child, dare to bully my daughter!” “Bitch! How dare you show up so blatantly at my daughter’s banquet. You’ve stolen her identity for so many years, and now you come to provoke her face-to-face. You’re just like your mom, shameless.”

Aurora’s words immediately sparked the curiosity of those around. “Are you saying Ember is an illegitimate child? Is that true?” Aurora, full of indignation, opened the locket of the necklace, revealing a photo of me with my parents as a family of three. “This is the evidence, how could it be fake?” “I suspected before that he had an illegitimate daughter, but I didn’t expect her to show up at my doorstep.” “This dress used to belong to Sienna. She tried it on once, thought it was too big, and left it at home untouched. A few days ago, I was tidying up the room and found it missing. I thought it was lost, but it turns out you took it.” After speaking, she even took out her phone to show everyone a photo of Sienna wearing the dress. In the photo, the details of the dress and the unique marking on the cuff were clearly captured, unmistakably the one I was wearing. Seeing this, someone exclaimed, “It’s exactly the same! It really seems to be Sienna’s dress, no wonder the craftsmanship is so exquisite.” Sienna was furious after hearing Aurora’s words. She sneered, “No wonder your mom never attended parent-teacher meetings in high school, she was probably afraid of being recognized as the mistress.” Hearing this, others also started blaming me. “Exactly! Like mother, like daughter. I didn’t like her back in high school either. So what if her grades were good? She always had that cold face, as if the whole world owed her money.” “Back then, she even had boys from the neighboring class fighting over her. I used to wonder how charming she was, but turns out she learned how to seduce people from a young age.” “Ember looks pure and aloof on the surface, but she’s actually wild. I heard she went to hotels every day in high school, and I even saw her hand a room card to a middle-aged man!” “My God, so wild in high school? Well, she dared to bully Sienna back then, so what wouldn’t she do?” Even a classmate who got along well with me in high school now looks at me with disdain. He yelled, “Ember, you’re so morally corrupt! I despise mistresses and illegitimate children the most, and you turned out to be both.” “Don’t ever say we were classmates. Just thinking about what you’ve done makes me sick.” Quite a few people attended the banquet, and they were soon drawn over by the commotion here, starting to point fingers at me. I looked around and found almost all unfamiliar faces. Has Gideon’s network fallen to the point of only inviting these people? But I quickly figured it out—he’s afraid Tessa will discover his affair. More and more people gathered around, almost everyone took out their phones to film me. Some even turned on the flash, aiming it right at my eyes. I raised my hand slightly to block the blinding light, then walked up to Aurora. I said coldly, “First, you spread rumors that my mom is a mistress, then you slapped me for no reason. Do you think the law is just for show?” Sienna got furious the moment she saw me talking to her mom like that. She shoved me to the ground, her tone arrogant. “So what if my mom slapped you? With my status, who dares to touch me?” “You think I’m still the same Sienna you forced to drop out back then? Even if I cripple you today, your mom wouldn’t dare say a word.” She glanced at me on the ground, grabbed the wine from a nearby attendant, and poured it straight over my head. She said, “Maybe by then, you’ll be kneeling and begging my dad for money.” “This glass of wine isn’t cheap, consider it my way of washing this outfit.” Her companion saw what she did and immediately suggested, “One glass isn’t enough, is it? Just thinking about how dirty the clothes she’s worn must be makes me shudder. Let’s all help her wash them.” Saying that, she also picked up a nearby glass of wine and splashed it on me. Seeing this, the others followed suit. “Hahaha, wash off that stench on her properly!” “Look at her, she seems to be enjoying it. After all, the cost of this wine is probably what she and her mom earn from entertaining a few men!” Caden grabbed a bottle of champagne, shook it hard, and aimed the bottle at my face to draw attention. He said, “Come on, open your mouth. Drink more. Clean yourself inside and out!” Because I sprained my ankle, I could barely move. When he smashed the bottle toward me, I could only block it with my hand. The bottle hit the back of my hand, leaving a large red mark. Sienna pretended to be magnanimous and said, “Alright, after all, it’s my party today. We can’t really cause a scene. “Ember, as former classmates, I can temporarily forgive what you’ve done before and your identity, but remember, after today, you must lower your head whenever you see me.” I endured the pain and stood up, taking off my already soaked jacket to roughly wipe the wine stains off my face. I coldly glanced around at the people who had just hurt me, took out my phone, and called Tessa. “Mom, I was bullied at Celestial Heights.”

As soon as I finished speaking, my phone was snatched away by Aurora. She yelled harshly into the phone, “I really want to see what kind of mistress could raise such a shameless daughter!” After speaking, she forcefully smashed my phone to the ground. “Look at how smug she is. Could it be that her mom has a bunch of sugar daddies?” “Then call her mom over! We’ve got plenty of wealthy ladies here, perfect for her to see and learn.” “Does she really think her mom is some kind of superhero? Sienna is a true wealthy heiress, why would she fear a mistress?” “Wow, you’re so impressive, I’m so scared.” Their words were reckless, each one an unfounded accusation. I coldly looked at these former classmates and the surrounding guests, saying in a cold voice, “I hope you can still laugh in the end.” Hearing this, Sienna rushed over trying to grab my hair. I sidestepped and forcefully pushed her away. I looked sharply at Aurora, who had been manipulating public opinion from the start. “You keep saying I’m an illegitimate child and my mom is a mistress, but the only evidence from beginning to end is that photo of me as a child.” “I’m actually quite curious now, do you have a marriage certificate? Or have you had a formal wedding?” “Or is it that you actually know who the real mistress is, but you just can’t stand me and let others insult me and my mom?” With every word I said, Aurora’s face turned a shade paler. Sienna also sensed something was wrong and grabbed my collar. “You b*tch, how dare you provoke us?” “How can there be an illegitimate daughter as lawless as you?” “Wouldn’t I know if my mom is the first wife? And if you’re really not an illegitimate child, why don’t you have the last name Jacobs?” The people who were just a bit shaken now nodded in agreement. After all, most people take their father’s last name. “Sienna is right, I almost got fooled by her.” “Ember is so vicious. It’s bad enough her mom ruined someone else’s relationship, and now she’s twisting the truth.” As everyone was talking, a classmate suddenly stood up and said, “Ember, I remember you wearing that earring since high school. It must be expensive, right?” Hearing this, Sienna’s gaze also fell on the delicate earring on my left ear. She said, “This earring clearly isn’t cheap. Your mom definitely couldn’t afford it, so she must have used my dad’s money, right?” My expression changed slightly, and I instinctively reached to protect the earring. Seeing my instinctive reaction, a trace of malice flashed in Sienna’s eyes. She stared into my eyes and said, “You’re panicking, aren’t you? Did I hit the mark?” “Since my dad bought it, I have the right to take it back.” I slapped away her outstretched hand. “This was custom-made by my mom to protect me.” “This earring will automatically alert if forcibly removed. I suggest you stop.” This earring was custom-made by Tessa after I was kidnapped once. If it’s removed, it will automatically alert and send my location. Unless I switch it to safe mode on my phone first. But my phone has already been smashed by them. Sienna sneered and said, “You think I would believe that? Besides, why would a bastard like you need protection?” “Besides, even if it’s as amazing as you say, this thing should belong to us. After all, your mom’s money all came from my dad.” Seeing her stubbornness, I couldn’t be bothered to argue and wanted to just take off the earring. Sienna noticed my movement and immediately instructed the surrounding classmates, “Hold her down, I’ll take it off myself.” As soon as she said that, a few boys immediately pinned down my limbs. I was held in front of Sienna like a prisoner. The disgust in her eyes was blatant, even more unrestrained than in high school. Her fingers twisted the earring forcefully, the sharp parts scraping my earlobe, causing searing pain. She wanted to rip the earring straight off my earlobe! But I have a bleeding disorder; if she does this, it could be life-threatening for me. I quickly stopped her. “Sienna, you know I have a bleeding disorder!” She slapped me across the face, the stinging pain spreading instantly. She said, “Ember, you used this trick to force me out of school in high school, and now you want to use it again?” “Today, I’m going to expose your lies.” Before I could react, she yanked hard, tearing the earring straight from my earlobe.

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The day I was looking for my grandmother Faith Nielsen, who has Alzheimer’s, I, Esther Nielsen, met Nathan Stephens. To torment me, he told my whereabouts to my mother Anna Stewart and stepfather Wyatt Stewart. I hit my head and knelt on the ground, begging him to let me go. But while forcing himself to endure disgust and have relations with me, he also made me take birth control pills. He said, “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to carry my child.” I thought, “He’s really overthinking it. A terminally ill and infertile woman can’t possibly get pregnant.” ***** That day, Faith disappeared. I just went to get some medicine, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone. I broke out in a cold sweat, ignored the faint pain in my abdomen, and searched upstairs and downstairs several times. A kind person told me she saw Faith leave the hospital. Outside the hospital is a high-end villa area. Faith kept talking about wanting to go home, so I guessed she mistook the villas for home. But that place is heavily guarded, and outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering. I knelt on the ground, begging the security guard to let me in. Thankfully, the security guard finally agreed. The villa area was as big as a maze. I ran while shouting Faith’s name, completely ignoring the passing vehicles nearby. A piercing screech of brakes sounded, and I stumbled and fell. Before I could react, a tall figure was already standing in front of me. I looked up at him along the pant leg. Dressed in clean white shirt and black pants, the coldness in his eyes grew even stronger. I froze. “Nathan.” He slightly raised an eyebrow, his gaze scrutinizing. He said, “What, are you doing house calls now?” “Ms. Nielsen, your business is really expanding.” His words were harsh, a far cry from his former gentleness. I brushed the dust off my pants, smiled generously at him, and said, “Mr. Stephens, feel free to contact me if you need anything.” He took a step back, his eyes filled with blatant contempt. “I find it dirty.” His actions made the dull pain in my heart intensify. Yeah, he did the right thing. After all, I was the one who left him first. I was the one who abandoned him on the day of his parents’ car accident, the day he became an orphan, the moment he was in his deepest despair. That night, under the pouring rain, I told him, “Without your parents, you’re just a useless person.” “You have nothing now, and the money you can give me is less than the tips my clients casually throw around.” “I don’t want to bear that huge compensation for the accident with you.” He hates me. This is my retribution. He said, “Where do you work now? I’ll bring people to support you.” With abdominal cramps, I still forced myself to reply, “Thank you in advance.” I accepted all the humiliation he gave me. The driver whispered a few words in Nathan’s ear, and he got in the car and left. I found Faith by the fountain. She stood in the shallow water, smiling innocently. “Vivian, come on, play in the water with me!” She has Alzheimer’s and often mistakes me for her sister Vivian.

I took off my coat to wrap her soaked body, gently leading her out of the pool like coaxing a child. “Alright, I’ll take you home, we’ll play at home.” Back home, I started working overtime again. To get Faith into a good rehabilitation nursing home, I have to work hard to earn money. At 3 a.m., I received a text message. It was from an unknown number, but I immediately guessed who it was. [Excited? This is your welcome gift.] The next second, someone knocked on my door. The house here is shabby, and after a few hits, the door had a hole in it. The person outside looked at me through the hole, their eyes gleaming with greed. “My dear daughter, your mom and I have been searching for you so hard.” I froze all over and collapsed to the ground. A strong smell of cheap perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol hit me. It’s Anna and Wyatt. As soon as Anna walked in, she skillfully shoved the cigarette butt between her fingers into her mouth, while her other hand was already roughly searching my pockets. She spoke impatiently. “Where’s the money? Where did it go? I worked so hard to raise you, and now you avoid me. Is this how you repay me?” “Where’s the money? Cat got your tongue?” She slapped me hard without mercy and scolded me loudly. In my memory, she was never gentle with me. Other kids came home to hugs and hot meals from their moms, but for me, it was always my dad, Bruce Nielsen, waiting. Anna looked down on Bruce for being an unambitious painter. She didn’t like Bruce, nor did she like me, and she often cursed Bruce to die early behind his back. That night, her curse really came true. Bruce slipped while working overtime, fell from the scaffold, hit the back of his head hard on the ground, and died instantly. Right after Bruce was cremated, Anna brought her lover back—Wyatt, the man standing before me. Back then, I took Faith and fled through several cities to escape them. But Nathan’s casual remark made all my efforts go to waste. What a grand welcome gift. “Esther, listen to your mom, don’t upset her,” Wyatt said, leaning against the wall with a sly smile. I looked at them, feeling utterly disgusted. That year, Wyatt had just come to our home. Although I was displeased, seeing how he obeyed Anna in everything, I thought he was a decent man. The year I graduated from college, he said we should celebrate properly. At the dinner table, he got Anna drunk, and he drank too much himself. But at the moment I was showering, the bathroom door was suddenly opened. That day, he tore off his disguise. He brazenly stood in front of me, his gaze bare. The strength between men and women is inherently unequal. I struggled, shouting Anna’s name. But she didn’t respond, only the nauseating breath filled the cramped space. I struggled, my voice almost hoarse, but Anna never heard. He smiled at me and said, “Stop shouting, your mom took medicine, she can’t hear.” That’s when I realized, every time he would give Anna sleeping pills. I begged him, I begged him to let me go. But he had completely lost his mind. The tears at the corner of my eyes merged tightly with the water stains on the ground. It wasn’t until dawn that he collapsed beside me, snoring away.

Anna was woken up by my sobs. I looked at her, my lips trembling, unable to speak. I thought I would get her comfort. But seeing me covered in bruises, she picked up a stick and struck me repeatedly. She cursed, “You shameless wretch, how dare you seduce your stepfather? I’ll beat you to death.” “Why are you still alive? You should just die along with your useless father.” In shock, I stayed silent. Once it happens, it will happen countless times. Whenever I went home, Wyatt would come to my room late at night. I closed my eyes and let Anna hit and scold me. Outside, a black Bentley was parked on the path. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Nathan’s face. His face was calm, yet he watched the scene unfold like a bystander enjoying a show. After a moment, he walked in and threw a stack of cash into Anna’s arms. “Get lost.” Anna left happily with the money, only Wyatt seemed reluctant to part. Nathan bent down to look at me, his eyes full of extreme mockery. “Seems like you haven’t saved much money all these years.” “How about this, you serve me, ten thousand dollars an hour.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Esther.” He threw the key card at my face. He called me dirty, yet still wanted to humiliate me. Between going and not going, I still went. This is what I owe him. But as I stood outside the door, my hand holding the key card trembled violently. Nathan was standing behind me without me noticing. He pressed down my hesitant hand and mocked, “Ms. Nielsen, this isn’t your first time offering door-to-door service, so why still act like a rookie?” Walking into the black, white, and gray-toned living room, he pointed to the doorway and said, “I don’t like this outfit.” His words instantly brought tears to my eyes. I stiffened my neck and looked at him. “What do I have to do for you to let me go?” I had just undone two buttons when Nathan strode toward me and abruptly tore open my blouse. He glared at me, his eyes fierce. “Esther, don’t act all high and mighty in front of me. Didn’t you come here for money? Don’t you just love money?” “Your mom owes a lot from gambling. You know her personality—she won’t stop until she’s drained you dry. Your grandma’s sick and needs hospitalization, but do you have money?” “As long as you agree to serve only me from now on, I’ll help you. It’s not a bad deal, right?” His words left me with no courage to argue anymore. I once confided in him completely, sharing the sorrow of my family background, never expecting him to use it against me today. I’m not afraid of threats; I’m only worried about Faith’s health. After Bruce passed away, the only one who cared about me was Faith. In front of him, I gave up resisting as he demanded. Nathan shoved me into the bathroom and ordered, “Clean yourself up.” But midway, the door was opened. I was startled. Nathan’s face was gradually replaced by Wyatt’s ugly one. That pitch-black night, that damp, miserable bathroom, felt as if it were right in front of me. I begged him, “Not here. Please, somewhere else.” He pinned my hands against the glass, accidentally noticing the marks on my wrists. Warm breath brushed against my ear as he chuckled wickedly, “So, you like being tied up.” The dense mist blurred my vision, hiding the emotions on his face. He forced me to look directly at my reflection in the mirror. My tears fell in big drops, hitting his arm hard.

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My name is Fiona Owens. Because I love kids, I hid my true identity and became a teacher at the kindergarten my dad invested in. On my first day at work, I got scolded by Liam’s mom, Rylee Fuller. She said, “Why are you letting the little girls in class wear skirts? Are you trying to make them seduce my son?” “Why isn’t there sea cucumber on today’s menu? My son is malnourished, can you take responsibility for that?” “Also, my son is a genius. He must be the class monitor! All the kids have to listen to him.” I’ve met all kinds of weirdos, but it’s my first time seeing someone as crazy as her. I rolled my eyes in anger and was about to argue back when a colleague pulled me aside. She said, “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively. Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles.” “This kindergarten is funded by their family, we can’t afford to offend them!” I almost burst out laughing. I thought, “Her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles? Then who is my husband?” ***** I adjusted my breathing and calmly communicated with her, “Ms. Fuller, the girls are wearing the kindergarten uniforms, and besides, such young children wouldn’t have the kind of improper thoughts you’re suggesting.” She sneered, turned her head to size me up, and snorted coldly, “I’m a parent! What kind of attitude is this? Someone like you deserves to be a teacher? Get your principal out here!” “And also, your kindergarten uniforms are not allowed to have skirts. Change them for me by tomorrow!” Today is the school sports day, and the event is about to start. But she blocked the door, leaving many children stuck inside. Beside her, Liam was making faces at us, looking smug. My colleague Maria Reid noticed my expression and quickly grabbed my hand, whispering, “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively. She’s the wife of Nolan Garrett, the richest man in Los Angeles. We can’t afford to offend her.” Her husband is Nolan? Then who is my husband? I quickly pulled up the class records, and her spouse’s column was indeed marked confidential. Then how did this person get in? Since she can be so arrogant, she must have someone backing her up. I suddenly got curious and wanted to know who’s backing her up! Seeing I didn’t respond, she snorted coldly with her nose up, “That’s more like it! Let me tell you, I’m very dissatisfied with you. When I get back, I’ll tell my husband to fire you!” I didn’t respond, just smiled faintly. The surrounding parents were full of resentment toward her, but out of courtesy, they just shot her a cold glance. The school sports day began in a hurry. After Principal Iris Elliott finished the opening speech, it was the student representative’s turn to speak. The student had just started to introduce themselves when Rylee suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and angrily pointed at the stage, shouting, “Why isn’t my son the student representative?” “Who did you choose? Believe it or not, I can get all of you fired with one call!” In an instant, all the parents turned to look at her, frowning in unison. I was closest to her and lowered my voice, trying to maintain order. “Ms. Fuller, Liam is a freshman. The student representative has always been chosen from the graduating class. He can have a chance to speak when he’s older.” She got furious. “What do you mean freshmen can’t go up? This is discrimination!” “What’s wrong with you as a teacher? Do you even know how to teach? If not, get out right now!” Her flailing and aggressive demeanor left me momentarily stunned. The children were waiting for the school sports day to begin, and the parents were all watching me. I tried to keep a smile. “Ms. Fuller, that’s a bit too much.” “The school sports day is about to start.” She suddenly stood up and shoved Liam in front of me. “Today, my son must go on stage to give a speech! Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences!” Liam immediately mimicked her, hands on his hips, chest out, and shouted at me with his head held high, “I want to go on stage! My mom said I’m the best! I want to speak too!” I finally lost my patience and stopped him with my hand. “No! These are the rules!” But I never expected Rylee to suddenly raise her hand and slap me hard. She said, “You’re just a teacher, what gives you the right to tell me no?” “Rules? Let me tell you, my words are the rules!”

I was stunned by the slap, my face burning with pain. Rylee glared at me fiercely. “You’re just a teacher hired by our family. You should feel lucky to even talk to me. “Ms. Elliott, where are you? Come out! How could you let someone like this into the kindergarten?” Anger surged in my heart, and I couldn’t take it anymore! I was just about to start yelling when Iris pulled me behind her. She said, “Fiona, the parents at our kindergarten are all wealthy and influential. We can’t afford to offend them.” “I know you’ve been wronged, but her husband is the richest man in Los Angeles. With just one word, he could destroy our future. You better endure it.” Seeing Iris’s submissive attitude, Rylee became extremely smug. She sneered, “Ms. Elliott, at least you know your place. My son doesn’t have to give a speech today.” She gave me a sarcastic glance and continued, “But you better discipline these teachers properly, so they don’t offend big shots like us!” My face turned bright red, and my fists clenched tightly with a cracking sound. The teachers around me quickly grabbed my arm. “Ms. Owens, don’t act impulsively! I just secretly glanced at her phone wallpaper—it really is a photo of her and Nolan. She truly is his wife!” I trembled all over. So she really is Nolan’s lover! Iris humbled herself and said a few more words, finally smoothing things over. I stepped aside to call Nolan, but no one answered for a long time. My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop trembling. Just then, Rylee’s scolding voice came from the playground again. She shouted, “Why should my son run the last leg? He must run the first!” Iris wiped her sweat and tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen to anything. She said, “My son must be first in everything. Making him run last, are you trying to ruin him?” Iris explained, “Ms. Fuller, that’s not the case. The last leg is also very important.” “This is just a friendly match; winning or losing isn’t that important.” “Winning or losing isn’t important?” Rylee glared fiercely at the parents present. “Who said winning or losing isn’t important? Do you know my son’s status?” The parents frowned, starting to complain unhappily. “Ma’am, what exactly are you trying to do?” “Can you not waste our time?” Rylee’s face darkened. “Do you people still want to survive in Los Angeles? Do you know the consequences of offending me?” Iris’s face turned pale, and she hurriedly stepped in to mediate. The other teachers also rushed over to apologize. Rylee still wore a dark expression. “If my son can’t run the first leg today, your kindergarten might as well shut down!” Hearing her words, everyone started speculating about her identity. I couldn’t take it anymore and stepped forward to confront her. “Ms. Fuller, have you caused enough trouble? Who do you think you are?” She stared at me intensely, as if hearing the biggest joke. “Who am I? With just one word, I can decide your fate.” “Do you believe I can make one call and have you kicked out of this kindergarten immediately?” Her words instantly froze the atmosphere. Iris panicked and quickly pulled me. “Fiona, stop it! Or even I won’t be able to protect you!” The surrounding teachers turned pale, their eyes filled with worry. Rylee sneered, “You’re determined to resist, aren’t you? Unless you bow and apologize to me now, you and all the teachers in this kindergarten will be fired!” Our kindergarten offers the best benefits in the country. Facing unemployment, the surrounding teachers were on the verge of tears. I crossed my arms and snorted coldly, “I’d like to see who you really are!” “Didn’t you say you could kick me out? Fine, prove it to me now!” Her eyes turned cold as she sneered, “Overestimating yourself.” With that, she pulled out her phone and dialed without hesitation. “Please, Fiona! Don’t drag everyone down! Apologize now!” someone pleaded shakily. I stared intently at Rylee. The call connected, and she spoke pitifully, “I was bullied! Do something about it!” Nolan’s cold voice came through the phone. “Who dares?” As soon as he spoke, the parents were instantly in an uproar. “It’s really Nolan! We’re doomed!” “Messing with Mrs. Garrett, Ms. Owens is doomed!” “No wonder she’s so arrogant, turns out she’s Nolan’s wife!” Rylee glanced at everyone smugly, but her voice was soft. “It’s a teacher from Morning Star Kindergarten, and she actually defied me.” Nolan’s voice softened. “Don’t cry, I’ll stand up for you. If you cry your eyes out, it will hurt me.” The voice in the microphone suddenly got closer. Footsteps came from behind us, and Nolan appeared at the school gate. He said coldly, “Who is so ungrateful? Step forward!” “Didn’t you hear what Rylee said? Apologize to her immediately! Or I’ll make you disappear from this world!” The teachers shrank back, even their breathing became cautious. I coldly pushed through the crowd, staring at him expressionlessly. “Are you sure you want me to kneel and apologize?”

Nolan’s face froze the moment he saw me. “Honey, what are you doing here?” Hearing this, the parents and teachers were instantly in an uproar. Everyone’s eyes darted between the three of us, all ready to watch Rylee’s drama unfold. “So Fiona is Nolan’s wife. Could Rylee be the mistress?” “Oh my god, Rylee is so bold, daring to show off in front of Fiona? She’s so shameless!” I sneered, pointing at Liam and Rylee, and mocked, “Nolan, what exactly is your relationship with them?” Liam immediately started crying and quickly threw himself into Nolan’s arms. “Daddy…” Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene fell into complete silence. Everyone curiously sized us up. I laughed angrily. “Nolan, do you remember what you said when you married me?” Nolan frowned and scolded me, “Fiona, you’re going too far! Liam is just a child, do you really have to bully him?” “And also, apologize to Rylee right now, don’t embarrass her!” I felt like I heard the biggest joke, glaring at him through gritted teeth. “Are you saying I should apologize to this mistress?” Rylee stood with her hands on her hips, looking extremely smug. Liam also put his hands on his hips, righteously demanding I apologize. “Bad woman! How dare you bully us! Apologize now!” I looked at Nolan again, expressionless, and asked, “Are you really asking me to apologize?” He was already impatient. “So many people are watching, how long do you want to make a scene?” The next second, Liam lunged at me, punching and kicking. “Bad woman bullying my mom! I’ll hit you! I’ll hit you!” I let out a sneer and suddenly raised my hand to slap him. He was slapped spinning around, his body unable to stay steady as he staggered backward. Rylee hurried over to check on Liam, then angrily pointed at me and yelled, “Who do you think you are! How dare you hit my son! I must teach you a lesson today!” “So what if you married Nolan? The money is all his! He’s the richest man in Los Angeles! You’re nothing but his plaything!” Her words became increasingly harsh. But she didn’t know that Nolan was just my driver back then. Back then, I had a car accident, and he risked his life to protect me, which moved my parents. Otherwise, a penniless man like him could never have married me, the daughter of the richest man! But now Nolan had a cold expression and didn’t explain. Instead, he looked at me impatiently. “Fiona, I’ll say it one last time, apologize to Liam and Rylee!” I sneered and kicked him away. “Nolan, today I’ll show who the real richest is!” I quickly dialed my dad’s number. “Dad, I want a divorce from Nolan! Cancel all his positions and credit cards!”

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The first time my billionaire wife was drugged with an aphrodisiac, I rushed over. But when I got there, her fitness trainer ran out of our house—completely naked. Before I could speak, Scarlett dropped to her knees, begging, “Alex, I made a mistake. The drug was too strong—I couldn’t control myself.” Two months later, Scarlett was drugged again. I stood outside and heard someone say, “Scarlett, you take that aphrodisiac every time we’re together. Aren’t you scared you might die?” Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No. I don’t care. I’d even die in your arms.” Turns out, the whole drug story was a lie. So I pulled out my phone and canceled the IVF procedure. Then my phone rang. A woman purred, “Divorce her, Alex. Seriously.” I said, “Okay.” The woman on the other end paused, then, after a long silence, she said: “Really?” Listening to the moans wafting from the room, I nodded: “Really.” After hanging up, I drove back to the oceanfront house Scarlett had custom-built for me. Memories of our past flooded my mind. Ten years of dating, seven years of marriage. I’d stood by Scarlett through thick and thin, from having nothing to owning everything. Countless nights, she would pant softly in my ear, squeezing my hand tightly: “Alex, I promise I’ll never let you down.” I believed her. I thought we’d be different, but it seems we couldn’t escape the seven-year itch after all. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my face. Scarlett, You ultimately let me down. After a long while, I got up and went to my study. I printed out a divorce agreement. With careful strokes, I signed my name. Just as my pen lifted from the paper, Scarlett called. “Alex, drive to City General Hospital right away! Jax is bleeding badly… down there.” Scarlett sounded eerily calm. In our seven years of marriage, even when I’d nearly bled out from a stomach ulcer trying to help her, I’d never seen her so distraught. Driven by a doctor’s instinct, I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the emergency room, I saw Scarlett embracing Jax, her fitness trainer, comforting him endlessly: “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Seeing me, she immediately screamed: “Alex, quickly, save him! Please, I beg you, save him!” I forced down the bitterness in my heart, pulled over a gurney, and gestured for her to help him onto it. On the way to the operating room, Jax, leaning in Scarlett’s arms, whined: “Scarlett… am I going to die? I’m only 19, I haven’t even gotten married yet… Waaah…” Scarlett’s face was filled with tender pity: “Don’t be silly, of course not! We still have a long future together!” Jax wasn’t giving up: “Then… then can you tell me you love me? I’m scared I won’t make it…” Scarlett hesitated for a few seconds. Before I could even turn my head, I heard her seductive voice: “Jax, I love you! I fell for you ages ago!” In that moment, a resounding *boom* echoed, and my heart felt like it was ripped to shreds. Her sweet declarations only stopped at the operating room doors. During the examination, Jax remained conscious because he was under local anesthesia. His expression, which had been pitiful when he was brought in, turned to outright defiance the moment he saw me. “Alex, do you know why I was bleeding? It’s because Scarlett was so tight, I had her pressed against the sink, that’s what caused it.” I ignored him, but Jax wouldn’t quit, continuing to spew details about him and Scarlett. I forced myself to remain composed, completed the surgery, and then went to wash my face. The moment I opened the door, Scarlett ran to me like a maniac: “Alex, how is he? Is he okay?” I kept my face expressionless: “Excessive blood engorgement due to strenuous activity. He can be discharged after one night of observation if there are no complications.” As soon as I finished speaking, Scarlett fainted. I took her to an examination room and discovered she was pregnant, just over two months along. Scarlett was stunned too, a smile she couldn’t suppress playing on her lips. After a long moment, she noticed me, dropping to her knees with a thud. “Alex… he was my first, and now I’m pregnant….” “Please, please let me have this baby, and take responsibility for him this one time!” “I promise we’ll go back to how things were. And since you have a low sperm count, once the baby is born, I’ll bring him back for you to raise!” My eyes instantly welled up. I lowered my gaze, not wanting her to see. “Okay.” Scarlett, I’ll grant your wish. Go ahead and take full responsibility.

The next morning, I was woken by a noisy commotion downstairs. As soon as I descended, I saw Scarlett and Jax walking through the door, their arms laden with the latest season’s luxury goods. Seeing me, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she quickly explained: “Alex, the hospital is too crowded, it’s not good for his recovery. I thought the ocean view would cheer him up, so I brought him back here.” “Can he stay with us for a while? Just until the baby is born, then I’ll make him leave.” Before I could reply, Jax approached me, his face a mask of sincerity: “Alex, thanks to you yesterday, otherwise Scarlett and my baby might not have made it.” Then, he took a step closer, and in a voice only we could hear, he whispered in my ear: “Alex, I truly pity you. First, I got your wife pregnant, and now she’s brought me back to your house. Tell me, what’s next? Becoming Mr. Miller and replacing you?” His face was full of provocation, but I simply smiled faintly. “Sure, Mr. Miller’s position is all yours.” Jax suddenly grabbed my arm, his eyes reddening: “Alex, you… you misunderstood me! I’m not trying to steal your position, or take Scarlett away…” With that, he dropped to his knees before me, his bandaged leg hitting the floor with a thud. “Alex, I made a mistake, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have volunteered to be Ms. Scarlett’s ‘antidote,’ and I certainly shouldn’t have gotten her pregnant!” “But I truly don’t want to ruin your marriage with Scarlett. I just really want to have this child, I promise… once the baby is born, I’ll disappear far away, I won’t bother you again!” Jax’s eyes instantly filled with tears, as if he’d suffered some unimaginable grievance. Scarlett wrapped her arms around him from behind, then looked at me with a coldness I’d never seen before. “Alex, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you promise me I could have this child?!” “If you have any complaints, take them out on me. Why are you making things difficult for a mere fitness trainer?!” Jax’s face was pale, and he curled up in Scarlett’s embrace, weakly saying: “No… it’s not Jax’s fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who wronged him!” “I… we’ll go to the hospital right now and get rid of this baby! I promise we won’t bother you anymore!” He started to get up, but Scarlett frantically held him tight. “No, Jax, you did nothing wrong.” Then she looked at me coldly: “Alex, apologize!” I scoffed: “Why should I?” Scarlett’s eyes were bloodshot: “Because you made things difficult for him!” Jax, seeing this, grabbed my hand: “Scarlett, don’t be angry with Alex. She’s just upset and spoke thoughtlessly.” “How could I possibly let you apologize to me? No, it’s all my fault.” I violently shook him off: “Are you done acting?” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Scarlett angrily shoved me from behind. My groin slammed against the corner of the coffee table, a sharp pain making me break out in a cold sweat. “Alex, you truly are unrepentant! How dare you lay a hand on him in front of me!” “I’ll say it again: apologize to him!” I met Scarlett’s gaze head-on, stating clearly: “Impossible!” “I will never apologize to him!” Scarlett’s expression instantly darkened. She grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me into the kitchen. Then she ordered her bodyguards to bring a full basket of mangoes. “Since you won’t admit your mistake, then try this…” I looked up in disbelief, screaming: “Scarlett, are you insane?!” “Have you forgotten I’m allergic to mangoes? You’re trying to kill me!” Her voice was utterly cold: “I know. But you hurt Jax, so you deserve to pay the price.” With that, unpeeled mangoes were forcibly shoved into my mouth. I desperately shook my head, but the bodyguards, following her instructions, held my shoulders firmly. An unending stream of fruit pulp entered my throat. Instantly, my whole body itched, and my breathing became rapid. In a haze, I remembered when we first got married. I accidentally ate a tiny piece of cake with mango filling, and Scarlett, eyes red and frantic, rushed me to the hospital, insisting on staying by my side for three days and three nights. After that, it became a rule every housekeeper knew: no mangoes were allowed in the house. But now, everything had changed… Gradually, I couldn’t breathe. Before I passed out, I heard Scarlett’s utterly cold voice: “Force-feed him all the mangoes. Don’t leave a single piece!”

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My mom was having an affair. The necklace that man gave her? She claimed I’d stolen money to buy it, just to please her. Their late-night dates? She said I was sleepwalking, and she was out looking for me. To make Dad believe her, she beat me black and blue every single time. I became her perfect alibi. Until that man’s wife showed up at our door, pointing at me, calling me a bastard, a love child of a whore. My mom, to absolve herself, grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall, screaming that she’d beat this disgusting daughter to death with her own hands. “Iris, come here and let Daddy see.” Dad’s voice was like warm winter sunshine, yet I felt as cold as if I’d fallen into an ice cave. He held a delicate dragonfly brooch, its tiny diamonds glinting blindingly under the light. I didn’t dare go closer, my fingers, clutching the hem of my shirt, turned white from the strain. “Arthur, don’t scare the child.” Mom, Eleanor, walked over and gently pulled me into her arms. I smelled a strange men’s cologne on her. “This child, she’s just getting more and more troublesome.” She sighed, her voice laced with feigned exasperation. “I just found out today that two thousand dollars I put in my drawer is missing.” “I asked her about it, but she wouldn’t say. Then, this afternoon, she showed me this, parading it like a trophy.” “She said it was a Mother’s Day gift for me. Arthur, tell me, how did this child learn to steal money?” Dad’s face instantly darkened. “Iris, is what your mom says true?” I shook my head desperately, tears welling up in my eyes. “No, Dad, I didn’t…” That brooch was given to Mom yesterday by a man I didn’t know. I saw Mom put it into her bag with my own eyes, her face beaming with happiness. “Still lying!” Mom’s hand gripping my shoulder suddenly tightened, with enough force to crush my bones. She pushed me in front of Dad, her face contorted in a show of profound sorrow. “Arthur, look, we’ve spoiled her too much, turning her into a host of bad habits!” “Stealing money, lying, and now daring to argue back in front of us!” “Today, I *have* to teach her a good lesson, otherwise, there’ll be no stopping her!” Dad looked at me, his gaze shifting from warm to deeply disappointed. He tiredly waved his hand. “You deal with it, just don’t seriously injure her.” Having received permission, the gentleness on Mom’s face vanished instantly. She dragged me by my arm into my small room. The moment the door closed, slaps rained down on me. “You little bitch, dare to mess with my business?” “I’ll teach you to talk too much! I’ll teach you to pry!” Every slap was full-force, my cheeks burned with pain, and I soon tasted the metallic sweetness of blood in my mouth. I didn’t dare cry out, only bit my lip raw. Because I knew, the louder I cried, the more excited she got hitting me. She needed my cries to prove to Dad, who was outside the door, how “devoted and responsible” she was as a mother. I don’t know how long it was, but Dad finally knocked on the door from outside. “That’s enough, she’s learned her lesson. The child is still young.” Mom stopped, she opened the door, her voice tearful. “Arthur, my heart aches. My daughter turned out like this, it’s my failure as a mother.” Dad walked in, hugging Mom, who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. “It’s not your fault, I’m usually too busy and neglected her discipline.” They were like a loving couple, comforting each other in my room. And I, like discarded trash, curled up in the corner, cold all over. Mom lifted her head from Dad’s embrace, looking at me with swollen, red eyes, her gaze poisoned with malice. “Iris, go apologize to your dad, and promise you’ll never steal money again.”

In the middle of the night, I was woken by a sudden chill. Mom was pulling back my covers, trying to drag me out of my warm bed. “Hurry up, don’t drag your feet.” Her voice was very low, but it held an undeniable command. I asked groggily: “Mom, where are we going?” “No questions, just do what I tell you!” She roughly shoved a thin jacket on me, and dragged me out of the house. The hallway was pitch black in the dead of night; cold wind seeped in through the window cracks, and I shivered uncontrollably. Mom took me to the small garden downstairs, and pressed me onto a cold stone bench. “You stay right here, don’t go anywhere, understand?” Her tone was irritable, and she kept checking her phone. The light from her phone screen illuminated her face; I saw she was texting someone, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Mom, I’m cold.” I whispered. “Suck it up!” She snapped impatiently, “If you dare wander off, you’ll regret it when I get back!” After saying that, she grabbed her bag and hurried towards the curb at the edge of the complex. A black sedan was already waiting there; the door opened, and I saw the profile of the man from earlier today. Mom got into the car, and it quickly disappeared into the night. Leaving me alone, in the empty garden, surrounded by endless darkness and cold. I don’t know how long I sat there, my hands and feet were numb with cold. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Dad’s anxious shouts came from not far away. “Iris! Iris!” I jolted awake. It was Dad! Just as I was about to respond, Mom’s figure suddenly rushed out from the other side. She clapped a hand over my mouth, whispering a vicious warning into my ear: “Shut up! If you dare make a sound, I’ll beat you to death!” She pulled me behind a large tree, holding me tightly. Dad was shining a flashlight, anxiously searching the garden. “This child, why is she sleepwalking again…” His voice was full of worry. It wasn’t until Dad’s figure disappeared into the stairwell that Mom finally let go of me. She pulled me, walking quickly towards home. “Later, if your dad asks, just say you were sleepwalking, and you ran downstairs and fell asleep. Understand?” I nodded, my teeth chattering from the cold. Back home, Dad was pacing anxiously. Seeing us, he lunged forward. “Where have you been? Iris, are you okay?” Mom immediately switched to a tearful facade, as if about to cry. “I woke up in the middle of the night to find the child gone, I was so scared I nearly went crazy!” “It took me ages to find her downstairs; this child, she’d fallen asleep leaning on a stone bench, her body ice cold.” She said, pushing me in front of Dad. “Arthur, quickly look, what should we do? Her sleepwalking is getting worse and worse.” Dad touched my icy hand, and, heartbroken, picked me up. “It’s okay, Dad’s here.” I buried my face in his warm embrace, savoring this fleeting sense of safety. But Mom’s next words plunged me back into hell. “No, this behavior *has* to be stopped!” She looked at me, her gaze icy cold, “I think she just needs a good thrashing, teach her a lesson, see if she still dares to wander off in the middle of the night!” Dad frowned. “She didn’t do it on purpose…” “It’s because you indulge her like this that she’s getting worse!” Mom screamed, “She scared us so badly today, what if she actually got lost one day!” “I’m going to beat some sense into her today!” She snatched me from my dad’s arms and threw me to the ground. Then, she grabbed the feather duster from the corner and lashed at me, striking wildly.

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To make my husband, Derek, happy after he lost a leg, I secretly bought a trove of beautiful lingerie and toys. But he was never interested. I felt so guilty. Ten years ago, he lost his leg saving me. All I wanted was for him to be happy. It wasn’t until I was cleaning his old prosthetic that I found a tiny camera nestled inside the connection point. The videos showed him… and my best friend. Tiffany was wearing the nurse outfit I’d bought, laughing at me, as she used his prosthetic on herself. I didn’t cry. I just quietly ordered an identical prosthetic, but this one was filled with concentrated acid gel. And on it, I carved a single line: *Baby, let’s play something more exciting this time.* Every morning at six, my internal clock chimed precisely. The first thing I did was head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Derek. He liked toast with a soft-boiled egg, a preference unchanged for ten years. The egg had to be cooked to the second. As I carried the plate into the bedroom, Derek was just waking up. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across his sharply defined face. “Awake?” I placed the plate on his nightstand, my voice soft. He grunted, pushing himself up with his arms. He pulled back the covers, and the empty pant leg stared at me, a gaping wound that never healed, always between us. It was a heavy chain, binding me for ten years. “Which pants do you want to wear today?” I opened the closet, filled with custom-tailored trousers, all designed to conceal his missing limb. “Whatever.” His voice was always like that—a hint of impatient detachment. I was used to it. I picked out a dark grey pair, then knelt to help him put them on. Next came the cold prosthetic. The click of the clasps locking into place was the most familiar sound of my ten-year marriage. I carefully adjusted the tension, ensuring every component fit perfectly. “There you go.” I said. He stood up and walked a few steps, without the slightest limp. No one but us knew he was an amputee. He turned, looking down at me, still kneeling on the floor, a hint of disdain in his eyes. “Tiffany’s coming over today.” My heart gave a faint lurch. Tiffany King, my best friend. And the only person in this oppressive house, besides me, who could bring a hint of a smile to Derek’s face.

Tiffany arrived precisely at three in the afternoon. She carried the latest designer bag, wore a dress I could never afford, and her smile was radiant, dazzling. “Ellie, look what I brought you!” She held out a delicate box as if offering a priceless treasure. It was my favorite brand of perfume. “You shouldn’t waste money.” I scolded her, but a warmth spread through my chest. She was the only splash of color in this dull, suffocating home. “This is nothing! You sacrifice so much for this family, you deserve to treat yourself.” She said, glancing at Derek, who was on the sofa, engrossed in financial news. Derek lowered his newspaper and, uncharacteristically, smiled. “You’re here.” “Yeah, Derek. I was worried Ellie was working too hard taking care of you by herself, so I came to help.” Tiffany settled naturally beside Derek, picked a grape from the fruit bowl, peeled it, and offered it to his lips. Derek opened his mouth and ate it. Their intimacy caught me off guard, leaving me stunned. But I quickly smothered the tiny spark of discomfort. Tiffany was just naturally warm and affectionate. Besides, she truly cared about me. During dinner, Tiffany regaled us with funny stories from work, making Derek laugh repeatedly. Watching them, I felt like an outsider. After dinner, Tiffany offered to massage Derek’s leg, saying it could relieve muscle fatigue where the residual limb connected to the prosthetic. This was something I did for him every night. “No, that’s alright. I can do it,” I interjected. “Oh, Ellie, you’ve been busy all day. Go rest.” Tiffany gently pushed me onto the sofa. She rolled up her sleeves and knelt by Derek’s leg. Her fingers, through his trousers, pressed into his thigh muscles. Derek closed his eyes, his expression seeming to enjoy it. I stared at Tiffany’s hands, her nails painted a vivid red, stark against the dark fabric of his pants. Her hand moved slowly upward. Past his knee, reaching his upper thigh. My breath hitched. Derek’s body stiffened for a fraction of a second. Tiffany, however, seemed not to notice. She even laughed as she asked: “Derek, don’t you think my technique is better than Ellie’s?” Derek opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable as he looked at her. Then, he shifted his eyes to me. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. He spoke casually: “She just doesn’t get it like you do.” My heart clenched, a sudden, suffocating squeeze.

I couldn’t sleep that night. Derek’s words were a thorn, lodged in my heart. I stared at his sleeping profile, and the scene of the car crash ten years ago replayed in my mind. The screech of brakes, blinding headlights, the metallic shriek of twisting metal. And his muffled groan as he shielded me with his body. He saved me. He traded his leg for my life. That debt, that guilt, was enough for me to do anything for him. Including enduring all his coldness and criticism. I rolled over, deciding not to dwell on it. Perhaps our marriage was just too dull. I needed to do something to stir this stagnant pool of a life. The next day, I found myself, for some reason, walking into an adult novelty store. Under the sales clerk’s knowing gaze, I blushed and bought a nurse’s uniform and a few accessories. That evening, I waited for Derek to finish showering, then changed into the outfit. The white mini-skirt barely covered my rear. The buttons on the bodice seemed ready to pop open at any moment. Holding a stethoscope, I walked up to him, my heart pounding. “Mr. Vance, do you need a physical examination?” I mimicked the seductive tone from movies, my voice breathy and soft. Derek looked at me, expressionless. His gaze traveled from my face, slid to my chest, and finally rested on my bare legs. There was no lust in his eyes, only appraisal. Like he was watching a clown. “Eleanor,” he said, his voice cold as ice, “Don’t you think you look ridiculous?” My smile froze. “Change out of that. Don’t make a fool of yourself for me.” He tossed those words at me, then lay down, turning his back. I stood there, my blood seeming to freeze instantly. Shame, humiliation, and a sharp, piercing pain spread from my heart throughout my body. I looked at my ridiculous reflection in the mirror, and finally, the tears began to fall.

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My husband always wants to be intimate with me during my period. I suggested we choose another time, but he just said: “If you don’t want to, you can refuse me. There’s no need to ask me to change the rules after we’ve already done it.” I had no comeback. After all, in our four years of marriage, he only ever wanted to be close to me during those few days. Then, on my thirtieth birthday, a young woman came to the hospital for a consultation: “Dr. Reed, is there any way I can stop getting my period?” “My husband has a high libido, and every time I’m on my period, he holds back so pitifully to protect me. He’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself, so he doesn’t even come to see me during those days.” Thinking of Liam Hayes, who was the complete opposite of her husband, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, but I still nodded. The young woman joyfully called her husband. But then, I heard Liam Hayes’s voice coming from the phone. My heart literally stopped. After the girl hung up, she excitedly shared with me: “Dr. Reed, I’ve known my husband since high school. He used to come to my school every day to see me, but he never wanted to date me because he said I wasn’t old enough.” “It wasn’t until my eighteenth birthday party that I truly became his. Since then, except for the beginning of each month, he’s claimed me every night, for four years, right up to today.” “Every time we’re intimate after my period, I can see traces of blood on him. It must be because he’d held back so much he literally bled!” “Amy, does your husband do that too?” My fingers, clutching the ultrasound probe, turned white from the force, and my knuckles gave a faint crack. Liam Hayes and I had been married for four years, and we’d been intimate a total of 48 times—each time on the fifteenth of the month, when my period started. He was notorious in our professional circles for being utterly indifferent to women. Even when important clients tried to set him up, he’d flat-out refuse, not caring about appearances. All his assistants and staff were male. There wasn’t a single woman, not even a fly, was ever around him. So, for all these years, I never suspected he had another woman, and I’d secretly reveled in the thought that I was different. Taking a deep breath, I managed to say: “Honey, you’re still young, and you shouldn’t be so careless with your body. You need to tell your husband to learn some self-control.” “I can only prescribe some regulating medication. How effective it is depends on the individual.” I refused to believe such a dramatic coincidence could really happen. So, at that moment, I kept telling myself it was just a similar voice. After prescribing Kenzie’s medication, I sat uneasily by the window, wondering if I should prescribe something for myself too. After all, with things like this every month, not only was our relationship growing colder, but I couldn’t even get pregnant. But the next second, a chill shot from my feet to my brain. Liam Hayes’s luxury car pulled up downstairs at the hospital. The young girl, with practiced ease, slipped into the passenger seat, and they embraced, starting to kiss. They even made the luxury car *rock* right there in the busy hospital parking lot after she slammed the door shut! My colleagues flocked to the window to watch the spectacle, buzzing with comments: “These young people today are just too wild! I’m blushing just watching them.” “Hey, Dr. Reed? Aren’t you usually the first one to gossip? Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Because that fleeting face, that was my husband! My ascetic, cold husband! Trembling, I locked the doors and windows, then pulled out my phone to call Liam. The moment the call connected, before I could even sigh in relief, I heard Liam’s impassioned groan through the phone: “My little sweetheart, it’s only been one night, and I miss you so much!” “After all this time, why are you still blushing?” I clamped my hand over my mouth, fighting back the nausea, forcing myself not to make a sound. “Honey, I specially came to the hospital to get my period regulated, so you won’t have to hold back for me anymore. Are you happy?” After a moment of silence, his voice softened: “So happy, I can’t even speak.” I don’t know how I got home, or how I self-flagellated under a cold shower, drenching my body again and again. Liam and I met through family introductions. Everyone thought we were a perfect match – similar backgrounds, handsome and beautiful. Seven days after meeting him, I unhesitatingly accepted his proposal. Many friends in our circle who knew him advised me to think it over, saying Liam lived like a robot. Despite his money and good looks, he was too boring for someone as passionate as me. But no one knew that over twenty years ago, Liam and I were both kidnapped at a gala. I was on the brink of death, and he was the one who kept waking me up, allowing me to hold on until we were rescued. He was my savior, and the subject of countless blushes during my teenage years. As I thought this, the doorbell rang. It was a package Liam had sent home. The recipient was Kenzie Miller—the young woman from the clinic earlier that day. Inside the package were custom-made luxury heat patches for period pain and diamond-studded sanitary pads. Also on her period on the fifteenth of the month. She could have the best care products. And I, Liam Hayes’s only wife, had to satisfy him during my period, and then *thank him* for it!

Liam didn’t come home all night. My SnapChat messages filled the chat window. He never explained himself to me, nor did he care about my feelings. For him, finding a woman to appease his parents’ nagging, and giving me a million a month in spending money, was his greatest benevolence. I was the one stubbornly loving him, believing that one day I could melt his frozen heart. Before I could fully process things, Kenzie Miller ran in, her eyes red and swollen: “Amy, can you please give me some painkillers? My husband was really too rough last night.” The uncanny coincidence made me wonder if she was deliberately making a scene in front of me. But as a doctor, I couldn’t refuse a patient’s request. I took a deep breath, motioned for her to lie down, and prepared to take an X-ray. But just as I took out the sterilized instruments, Kenzie suddenly groaned in pain: “I’m so sorry, Amy, I didn’t know you were Liam’s wife. I really didn’t mean it, he never told me any of this, and I didn’t know I was the other woman.” “You can hit me, scold me, or even remove my uterus if you want, but please, please don’t make me leave Liam, okay?” “I really, really love him.” “Bang!” I was shoved with tremendous force into the instrument cabinet. Glass shattered instantly, and a sharp pair of forceps plunged straight into my eye. Blood gushed out, and in the blurry instant before my vision gave out, I saw Liam Hayes, holding Kenzie close in his arms. He was in a sharp suit, his cold face softened with a hint of distress. The moment he looked at me, his brows furrowed: “If I hadn’t happened to pass by, would you have already removed her uterus?” “Is this your medical ethics? Is this how you were raised, Amy!?” Each word pierced my heart like a knife. I lay on the ground, gasping, stubbornly craning my neck: “Raised? After finding out your husband has been cheating with another woman for four years, am I still supposed to cherish her and treat her like gold!?” “You attacked me without question, and cheated for four years—is *that* what you call being well-raised!?” I thought my breakdown would at least make Liam feel a shred of shame. But I had overestimated my standing in his heart. He calmly led Kenzie to a treatment bed, meticulously and gently examining her from the tips of her hair to her toes. It wasn’t until he noticed a fake eyelash had fallen off that his whole demeanor turned icy. He advanced towards me, the oppressive aura of a powerful man looming over me: “Amelia Reed, I don’t like airing private matters like this, and I especially don’t like you hurting Kenzie.” “I can grant your wish and let you remain my legal wife for life, but you will pay for what you did today.” He carefully carried Kenzie out, leaving only me, bloody and mangled, and my assistant in the examination room. Just because Kenzie’s fake eyelash had fallen off. My husband ordered someone to pluck out every single one of my eyelashes. Just because Kenzie’s manicure was chipped. My ‘light’ demanded that all my fingernails be torn out. I fainted and woke up again, the floor covered in dried blood, my once loving heart numb with pain. I grabbed my phone and called Liam: “Liam Hayes, I’m divorcing you!” It was the first time he’d answered my call instantly. After a moment of silence, his hoarse, deep voice came through: “Come find me.” After a quick bandage, I stubbornly dressed myself to look alluring and dignified. But no matter how much makeup I put on, my eyes always lacked Kenzie’s innocent, naive sparkle. Yet, when I first married Liam, I was even brighter and more innocent than her. I wiped off and redrew my makeup again and again, arriving at the business club after dark. This was the first time Liam had ever met me anywhere other than our home. In all our years of marriage, he never needed a female companion, never needed a wife for social engagements, and never wanted to introduce me to his friends. So this was the first time I learned that the lavish “Kenzie & Liam’s Love” was Liam Hayes’s establishment. Kenzie Miller and Liam Hayes’s love. I gave a self-deprecating laugh. The private room door was slightly ajar, and I heard men’s laughter from inside: “You bastard, Amy never blamed you after all these years of your crap, so why is she suddenly divorcing you today?” “Honestly, even if you don’t like her, you shouldn’t be doing it every month during her special time, right? If you really made her sick, how would you explain it to Mr. Reed? He’s abroad, but if he comes back, he’ll make you pay.” Liam stubbed out his cigarette, his voice incredibly calm: “She’d be thrilled! Doesn’t she always practically throw herself at me, cleaning herself up and waiting in bed?” “She could refuse me, but she always seems to enjoy it.” “Besides, every month when Kenzie gets her period, I can’t bear to ask her to ‘help me out,’ so I have to make do with you.” Laughter erupted in the room, one after another. My face turned pale as I leaned against the door, humiliation and hatred consuming me. Yes, it was true. I craved that one chance a month to be intimate with him. I couldn’t bear to push him away when my body was most vulnerable. I accidentally bumped the door open, stumbling awkwardly and falling towards Liam. Surprisingly, he didn’t dodge. After steadying me, his face darkened: “What kind of outfit is that?” His sudden concern made my heart race, completely catching me off guard. “Trying to look young. It’s ugly.” I froze. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked up at him: “I’m here to talk about the divorce.” The people in the room discreetly dispersed, thoughtfully closing the door behind them. Liam lay sprawled on the couch, his legs spread, eyes fixed on my face as he raised an eyebrow: “You were the one who wanted to marry me back then, and now you’re the one insisting on divorce.” Just as I was about to get angry, he pulled me into his arms, his chiseled face suddenly pressing close. He kissed my lips without warning. The smell of alcohol instantly hit me. My legs went weak, uncontrollably. Four years of marriage, and this—this was the first time he had ever kissed me. But the next second, he pushed me away, his eyes filled with hatred and sarcasm: “You’ve really stooped low. If you love me, why use such cheap tricks to get my attention?” “I’m warning you, this is the first and last time.” “If you ever upset Kenzie again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

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I stood outside the door and heard my mother-in-law whisper: “Gen, how could you suffocate the other baby?” My wife’s voice was ice-cold. “The one who died was my husband’s. The one who lived… is Caleb’s. I had to make sure his child gets the inheritance.” That’s when it hit me— My wife’s twins had different fathers. She killed my child… To protect her lover’s. In the bedroom, Brenda was still wiping tears and sighing. “Leo has longed for a child for years. If he ever finds out the truth, he won’t be able to handle it.” Genevieve’s voice suddenly spiked. “Mom! Caleb was the man I wanted to marry! You and Dad threatened to cut me off, forcing me to marry Leo for the company’s funding. Wasn’t my sacrifice enough?” “My womb is mine, and I only want to bear children for the man I love!” “Besides, Leo loves me so much. As long as the child calls him ‘Dad,’ does it really matter whose it is?” If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears, I would never have believed such utterly twisted and morally bankrupt words could come from the woman I’d loved for so many years. I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, again and again. I was terrified that if I waited another second, the agony and rage would overwhelm me, making me do something I’d regret. Genevieve and I were college sweethearts. The first time I saw her, I was captivated by her serene and elegant beauty. When I heard she had a deadbeat boyfriend from outside campus, I was surprised but held back my feelings. Then, Genevieve suddenly approached me. She explained that Caleb was just a childhood friend, and she was truly attracted to men like me. Overjoyed, I immediately started dating her. Even when my family tried to set me up with a more advantageous match, I refused, determined to marry Genevieve. For years, I’d poured my money and resources into her family’s business, cherished Genevieve, and treated her parents with more respect and care than my own. The result? Genevieve had suffocated my only child with her own hands! “Honey, what’s wrong?” Lost in my thoughts, Genevieve suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her face was etched with concern, as if she loved me deeply. A bitter irony twisted in my gut. I turned away, doing my best to mask my emotions. “Nothing. Just a little tired.” After all, she was the woman I had loved for so many years. While she was recovering from childbirth, I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted to finalize the divorce quietly and go our separate ways. “Leo, even if you don’t say it, I can guess. You’re upset about the baby we lost, aren’t you?” Genevieve watched me for a moment, then sighed softly. “It’s fate. Some things are beyond our control. But thankfully, we still have Finn. You should pour all your love and energy into him, raise him well. That’s the best way to honor the baby who died.” My heart clenched violently, a mix of shock and fury. I stared at Genevieve, stunned by her audacity. “Oh, and one more thing.” Genevieve looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent. “We agreed before, once I gave birth, you’d get a permanent vasectomy. I’ve already scheduled your appointment. It’s tomorrow.”

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The first thing I did after giving birth to twins was ask my billionaire husband for a divorce. In my last life, he swapped our babies so his mistress’s son could inherit everything. When the truth came out, his mistress and her child were exiled—and died in a tragic accident. Then he locked me and our twins in an illegal organ farm, watching us suffer as they harvested our organs. I woke up—back on the day I gave birth. This time, I swapped the babies back. Holding my daughter and son tight, I demanded a divorce. Julian, now I’ll watch you destroy your mistress—and your son. “Anya, this is our son. Look how beautiful he is.” “He will be the heir to Sterling Group. You must nurture him carefully. No formula, only breast milk.” Julian looked down at the tiny infant in his arms, his eyes brimming with unstoppable paternal love. On the small bed next to us, our daughter cried her lungs out, but he seemed not to hear. I stared blankly at Julian, impeccably dressed in his suit, a joyful expression on his face, his murmuring instructions filling my ears. The incision on my body throbbed with sharp pain, but the room smelled faintly of antiseptic, not the disgusting stench of blood from the underground factory. A shiver ran through me. I had been reborn, back to the moment right after giving birth. Julian handed the baby to me. “He keeps licking his lips. Is he hungry? Quick, feed him.” A soft, squishy infant was placed in my arms. I looked down. His entire body was wrinkled and purplish-red. My memory told me my firstborn was fair-skinned and clean, with big, double-lidded eyes. “You feed the baby quickly. I need to take care of something, I’ll be back to see you later.” With that, he hurriedly left. The moment the door slammed shut, I scooped up the baby and followed him. My memory led me straight to the VIP suite on the third floor. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw a luxurious room, filled with roses, a marble bed, and a large screen projecting maternity care tips… Serena lay wrapped in a silk duvet, her face as fresh and delicate as a peach blossom, showing no sign of the pallor or exhaustion typical after childbirth. My dear husband, Julian Sterling, was gently holding her close. “My love, you’ve been through so much. The baby is beautiful. I’ve already sent him to Anya. He will be the legitimate firstborn grandson of the Sterling family, the heir to Sterling Group.” Serena, tears welling in her eyes, nestled into Julian’s embrace. “Honey, I can’t bear to part with my son. The thought of never seeing him again… I’d rather die.” Julian quickly patted her shoulder, comforting her. “Serena, don’t cry. My heart aches for you.” “Don’t worry. Just eighteen years. As soon as our son inherits Sterling Group, I’ll make sure you two reunite. By then, you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Sterling.” “What about Anya then? Will she let us off that easily?” A sinister look flashed across Julian’s face. “She’s the one who’s disrupting our happiness. If she leaves quietly, we can part amicably. But if she doesn’t cooperate, I won’t hesitate to send her where she belongs.” “No matter how powerful Anya’s family is, they won’t suspect a suicide from depression.” He pulled Serena into a tighter embrace. “Darling, just bear with it a little longer. Right now, I still need Anya’s family’s support. I have to keep coaxing her, pretending to be a loving husband and wife. You know, it’s all for our child, for our future.” Serena cautiously asked, “What about this baby? I’m afraid I won’t be able to care for him properly. What if…?” Julian scoffed. “Just take care of him casually, don’t overexert yourself. If he dies, it’s just his bad luck. I only have one child, and that’s our precious Felix, yours and mine.” Serena nodded, then leaned in and kissed Julian. They entangled passionately, completely disregarding Serena’s recent childbirth. A nurse walked by, and I quickly ducked out of sight. Inside, the sounds eventually stopped. Julian helped Serena leave the room, following the nurse. The moment they turned the corner, I gathered all my strength, rushed inside, quickly swapped back my son, and ran back to my second-floor room. Only when I lay in bed, clutching my son, did I realize I was drenched in sweat and my stitches felt like they were tearing open. I held my son, tears streaming down my face. In this life, I finally held my precious Felix. I will surely get justice for myself and make those heartless scum face their karma.

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Eight months pregnant and blind, my husband hired my best friend Chloe to “take care” of me. But every night, I heard moans behind closed doors. Leo said it was just the neighborhood cats—yeah, right. One day, I found a whip and sexy lingerie hidden in our closet. Turns out, they always played SM games on the balcony while I was asleep. “F**k you, little bitch!” “Keep it down, your wife will hear!” My husband sneered, “If she wasn’t carrying our baby, I’d have kicked her out long ago.” Then it hit me—the baby inside me wasn’t truly mine. “I couldn’t bear for you to go through the pain of childbirth. It would break my heart.” “I swapped the eggs during the IVF, honey. The baby in her womb has been ours all along, from start to finish. That idiot still thinks she’s carrying her child!” Leo’s voice was drenched in tenderness as he kissed Chloe passionately. They didn’t even notice me standing at the top of the stairs, swaying dangerously. Amidst the frozen despair, I cracked a silent smile and let myself fall backward. A piercing scream shattered their intimate moment. The cold steps slammed against my body, one after another, until the final, brutal impact against the back of my head. A blinding flash of light made me gasp. I, who had been blind for five years, could see again! Leo scrambled to pull on his clothes, rushing over to catch me. “Autumn!” Chloe’s shirt was still undone, buttons open. They both looked a mess. My stomach churned with disgust, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I fought back the searing pain, forcing an expression of self-blame, tears welling in my eyes. “I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, called out for you, but you didn’t answer for so long. I thought you weren’t here.” “Leo, it’s my fault. I’m so clumsy, I even fall just walking.” A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the sticky wetness beneath me. “Help… please… our baby!” After a terrified scream, I “fainted.” I woke up in the hospital bed after a rare night of undisturbed sleep, Leo holding my hand tightly. He let out a deep sigh, his voice hoarse. “Autumn, don’t be too sad… we can try for another baby.” I stared at my now flat stomach, lost in thought. If I hadn’t lost my sight, would he still have gotten tired of me? I was just about to tell him I could see again when Chloe walked in, carrying a thermos. Her gaze flickered subtly between Leo and me, worried about last night’s events coming out, and also afraid I might have regained my sight. “Autumn, I made your favorite chicken soup.” She said softly, pouring a full bowl, then subtly tilted it as if to accidentally spill it towards my eyes. I feigned being startled by a sudden noise, my fingers trembling slightly as I accidentally nudged my pillow. The scalding chicken soup spilled, burning her wrist and causing small blisters. She let out a shriek. Leo’s face immediately darkened. He pulled Chloe into his arms, then glared at me, his voice sharp. “What are you doing?!” “Even if we lost the baby, you shouldn’t take it out on Chloe!” “She’s not the one who caused your miscarriage, it was your own carelessness! Don’t blame others!” “She was kind enough to take care of you, and you’re ungrateful, throwing a tantrum? Autumn, don’t be so unreasonable!” Chloe nestled into his embrace, her eyes red-rimmed, sobbing. “Leo, please don’t blame Autumn. She can’t see anything. It was my fault. She’s upset, it’s okay if she hits or scolds me.” I stood frozen, staring at the woman I’d grown up with, now a stranger, like a mask I’d never truly seen. Leo’s voice was icy cold. “Being blind doesn’t give you permission to do whatever you want! Apologize! Apologize to Chloe right now!” When I didn’t move, he ignored the excruciating cramps in my abdomen, roughly dragged me off the hospital bed, and slammed me down onto the scattered porcelain shards. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head down, again and again, making me bow to Chloe. The intense pain made me wince and tremble. Seeing me covered in blood, his movements faltered, a flicker of remorse in his eyes. He released me, his tone softening slightly. “Alright, stop this. Let’s just drop it.” Chloe suddenly whimpered. “Leo, my blisters burst, it hurts so much.” He immediately panicked, coldly pushed my hand away, and swept Chloe into his arms, striding out. Chloe gave me a triumphant “V” sign, mouthing silently, “Autumn, you lose again!” I looked up at their retreating figures, then at the mess on the floor. Finally, I looked down at my own filthy body. Was he still the man I deeply loved?

The man who once had eyes only for me seemed to have died in that moment… Before I met Leo, I was a tea picker. Five years ago, I saved Leo from a landslide. But I was hit by rolling boulders, losing my eyesight. During our time together in the mountains, we fell in love. He knelt and proposed to me, “Autumn, your eyes saw life and death for me. From now on, my eyes will be yours.” I was incredibly touched. So, defying all his family’s pressure, he married me, an uneducated blind woman. I numbly tugged at the corner of my mouth. I once believed our love could overcome anything. And I never thought I’d be betrayed by both my husband and my best friend. Now I understand, true love eventually fades, and vows can’t stand against reality. When I returned from the hospital, the maids at home looked at me with open disdain. “The blind madam’s baby is gone. I guess she’s useless now, huh?” “I bet she’ll be kicked out within a month. Time for Miss Chloe to take her place.” “Shh! Quiet down! She’s blind, not deaf!” I paused. So everyone knew about them, and I was the only one kept in the dark. The whispers stopped abruptly as a foot suddenly jutted out in front of me. I stumbled and fell hard, scraping my elbow. The young maid, who had a crush on Leo, feigned surprise. “Oh my! Madam, why aren’t you watching where you’re going? I just mopped the floor, and you’ve dirtied it again!” I slowly looked up, my cold gaze sweeping over her petty, twisted face. To everyone’s astonishment, I stood up and slapped her hard across the face. “As long as I’m not divorced, I am still Mrs. Leo! If you don’t want to work here, you can leave now!” A stern voice boomed behind me, “Oh? I’d like to see who dares to kick out someone from this family?” My body stiffened, a familiar voice making me flinch. The young maid’s eyes lit up when she saw it was Grandma Eleanor, and she immediately straightened her back proudly. Eleanor stepped forward and slapped my face even harder. “You couldn’t keep a baby, but your temper sure has grown! My family would have better luck with a breeding dog than with you!” In front of all the servants, she ordered them to drag me to the courtyard and forced me to kneel, a heavy book balanced on my head. The midday sun was merciless. I bit my lip and endured, my face turning deathly pale. Eleanor leaned down, pinching my chin, each word like an icy dagger. “Your mother is still in the ICU. If you’re not pregnant in a year, I’ll unplug her life support.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame your useless womb…”

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