Author: Momo Chan

My best friend was Rachel Parker. After her family went bankrupt, I begged my dad to support her and even took the initiative to let her move into my house. I didn’t expect that she would live the life of a young lady in my family. Rachel still arrogantly treated me as a maid, arbitrarily instructed me, rolled her eyes, and scolded me. “If it weren’t for your pity, who would want to be your friend? “So what if you support me? You have money, and isn’t this what you should do? And you will also get a reputation as a philanthropist.” Later, she coveted my family’s property and teamed up with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, to push me off the mountain and kill me. He once comforted and cared for my parents in front of them, always accompanying them, and finally recognized them as godparents as he wished. Opening my eyes again, I returned to university shortly after the start of the semester. Rachel showed off her shopping order on Facebook and in the group and then asked me to pay for it. I smiled indifferently, “Aren’t you a young lady in Sollke? Why can’t you even afford a bag worth 100,000 dollars?” On the first day of entering university, Rachel became famous throughout the university. Just because she sent the message in the freshman group: [Does our university have a helipad? My home is far away, so my parents arranged a helicopter to bring me here.] Finished sending this, Rachel received countless ridicule, and many students accused her of being pretentious in establishing her persona. But she didn’t care and transferred nearly 10,000 dollars to everyone in the group, thus earning the title of wealthy lady. Rachel casually booked a private room at a restaurant for an average of 4,999 dollars per person while our roommates were planning to go out for dinner together. Facing the admiring gazes of our two roommates, she said perfunctorily, “It’s okay. This little money is not even enough for me to buy a pair of shoes.” Our roommates were even more excited. But Rachel took advantage of their inattention, came over, lowered her voice, and said, “Transfer me 20,000 dollars. “I have spent all my living expenses this month. Can you ask your dad to give me more money next month?” It was at this moment that I realized that I was reborn. Rachel, who was in front of me, seemed annoyed that I didn’t answer, and there was anger in her low voice. “Ellie Collins, are you deaf? I ask you to transfer money but you didn’t understand, right? Why are you pretending?” As Rachel’s family went bankrupt, her parents owed tens of millions of dollars in debt and were almost unable to pay even her tuition. I felt sorry for her, so I asked my father to support her and specifically requested the school to arrange for us to stay in the same dormitory. In her previous life, in order to maintain her image as a young lady, she always spent money recklessly outside. Rachel casually bought bags worth tens of thousands of dollars. Before clicking to pay, she took a screenshot, posted it on Facebook and in the group to show off, and then ordered me to pay. Sometimes, as I transferred money slowly, I would get a scolding from Rachel. “Is your arm broken? Why does it take so long to transfer money? Ellie, are you unwilling to give me the money? “Okay, if you don’t give me money, then we can’t even be friends anymore. Get out of here as soon as you can.” Considering our years of relationship, I could only sigh and agree to all of her requests. But I didn’t expect that she would actually covet my family’s property. After teaming up with Yves and accidentally falling to my death during a trip, Rachel cried more miserably in front of my parents than anyone else. This made them shake their heads in regret, marveling at how good our relationship was. It took two years for her to become my parents’ goddaughter. Rachel also inherited my family company as she wished and became a true wealthy lady. With the blessings of my parents, relatives, and friends, she and Yves got married. I died in the damp and cold mountain, my rotting body covered with moss, and I could not rest in peace. Now reborn, of course, I would not continue to be the kind fool in the eyes of others like in my previous life. As Rachel frowned and called my name with anger in her voice, I deliberately showed a puzzled expression. “Ms. Parker, if you don’t have living expenses, just ask your parents for it. Why do you want me to transfer money to you? “So, am I your mother?”

Rachel was determined to save face, even deliberately lowering her voice to the lightest when asking for money just now. Now, I was not hiding my voice at all, causing unease and tension to appear on her face. Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at my two roommates and saw that they were confused but didn’t ask any further questions. Then, Rachel grabbed my wrist tightly and threatened, “Why are you talking so loudly? Are you trying to embarrass me? “If you embarrass me, I will never be friends with you again, no matter how much you beg me!” Because of my experience of being bullied in high school, I paid special attention to Rachel. Regardless of whether she did anything wrong or not, if she used this threat, I would promise to apologize to her immediately. She had been using this trick for three years and had already mastered it. It was a pity that I was no longer the same as I was in my previous life. Staring at the strange looks from the other two roommates, I didn’t respond to her threat and shook off her hand. “Aren’t you the wealthy lady in Sollke, Rachel? Why do you want me to give you even 20,000 dollars? “If you don’t have money, don’t pretend to be a wealthy lady. What’s wrong with you having to act like that?” She was stunned. After all, Rachel hadn’t paid the bill for the private room in the restaurant where we had dinner. Over the past few years, I had been her ATM machine for taking whatever she wanted. Suddenly, I stopped transferring money to her, which made Rachel very anxious. And those two roommates had long been blinded by her wealthy persona and were determined to be her most loyal bootlicker. In my previous life, I did not know how many times they excluded and isolated me at Rachel’s suggestion. As they saw me targeting her, they couldn’t stand it and immediately showed expressions of disgust. “Ellie, have you read too many romantic novels and thought you are the wealthy lady?” “If you have delusions, go get treatment. Don’t bother Rachel. She’s the one who treated us to this meal today. If you have the guts, don’t eat it.” As they said this, they pushed me away and rolled their eyes at me. “You spend her money and still scold her. Ellie, you are such an ungrateful person.” It was clearly my roommates who said those insults to me, but they were all directed at Rachel. Her face turned awkward. Rachel wanted to speak up for me when our roommates were targeting me. But I interrupted her in time. I smiled, “Okay, I won’t join the dinner party today. Just have fun.” Then, I turned around and walked out of the restaurant quickly. Even Rachel didn’t react. Later, she called me several times, but I ignored her. As I walked further away, I could still hear our two roommates deliberately raising their voices to speak ill of me. “Rachel, you are just too nice. But she is an ungrateful person and will never remember your kindness!” She clearly knew whether it was a favor or a hate. I took a taxi back to school, and halfway through, countless calls popped up on my phone, all from Rachel. I blacklisted all her contact information and watched videos leisurely in the dormitory. However, less than half an hour after I returned to the dormitory, with a beep, Rache and the others also came back. Compared to the bright smile on her face before going out, Rachel’s gloomy expression made me feel even happier at this moment. I even deliberately provoked her and showed a puzzled expression. “Why are you back so soon? Is the food not tasty?” My roommate, Amy Brooks, let out a loud scoff. “The food is delicious, but we also need to be able to afford it. “How could Ms. Parker do things like this? She said she wanted to treat us, but in the end, it became a Dutch treatment.” Rachel was very angry and had a bad temper, so she slapped Amy in the back. “Who do you think you are? How dare you be so sarcastic to me? “My family is much richer than yours. Believe it or not, I will make sure you can’t survive in the university!”

Amy was not a good-tempered person either. Amy gave in to Rachel before because she thought Rachel was a lady from some wealthy family who came to live on campus to experience life. As a result, Rachel had to pretend to be a wealthy lady, but she couldn’t come up with much money. As she was exposed, she became angry and embarrassed. Amy also got angry and grabbed Rachel’s hair and started wrestling with her. I was just taking advantage of the situation. While pretending to stop the fight, I secretly kicked Rachel several times. Her only pair of brand-name shoes was covered with footprints. As Amy finally let go, Rachel’s noble and elegant look as a wealthy lady had long disappeared. There were traces of blood on her delicately made-up face, and her hair and clothes were messy. She gritted her teeth and glared at us fiercely. “You’re ganging up on me, right? Wait, this isn’t over yet!” Rachel was the first to file a complaint and called the teacher, saying that we were bullying her. As she went to the teacher’s office, quite a few students saw her. In the freshman group, where messages were scrolling rapidly, a girl suddenly appeared. She said that she saw Rachel in the teacher’s office. [Her eyes are red, and she seems to be bullied by someone.] [Isn’t she a wealthy lady? How dare someone bully her?] It was hard to say whether anyone dared to bully Rachel. But right after these messages, another message popped up asking which building and which room the teacher’s office was located in. It was my boyfriend, Yves. His tone was extremely anxious, urging the girl to reply quickly. As she called out the office number, he fell silent as if he had already left halfway. When we first arrived at the teacher’s office, we saw Yves come over panting, and his eyes fixed on Rachel. Finishing making sure she was okay, he saw me and frowned. I stood leisurely by and watched them exchange glances. In my previous life, I must have been blind and mentally ill to think there was nothing wrong with them. I also believed that he took special care of Rachel. Yves even explained it to me as he peeled the prawn for her personally. “Isn’t she your good friend? Then, it’s only right that I treat her well.” The teacher coughed at the right time. “You are Rachel’s roommates, right? Did you know that she wants to change dormitory?” Before Amy and I could answer, Yves asked first, “Why did she change the dormitory? Was she bullied?” Amy rolled her eyes snidely. Rachel’s eyes were red. She looked at me cautiously at first, then shook her head, her voice soft and aggrieved. “No, they didn’t bully me.” Hypocrisy filled the entire office. But Yves couldn’t see it. His eyes were full of heartache, and he sighed deeply, “Rachel, you are just too kind.” He stood in front of her like a protector and ordered me to apologize to her. “Ellie, Rachel is kind-hearted, so she asked her parents to support you for so many years. “I didn’t expect you to be such an ungrateful person, repaying her kindness with hatred!” As this crime was brought against me, not only me but also Amy was dumbfounded. I looked at Yves, who had an angry face, and then at Rachel, who was hiding behind him with a smug look on her face. I couldn’t help but sneer. Because of his protection, I couldn’t slap her. Then, I had to settle for the next best thing and slap Yves. As he looked at me with his hands covering his face in disbelief, I took out my cell phone and called my dad. Then, the call was connected. Seeing Rachel’s pale face, I slowly called out, “Dad.” My dad responded. There was sarcasm in his deep voice. “It’s really interesting. I have been supporting Rachel for more than ten years. I didn’t expect that in other people’s eyes, my daughter was the one being supported.”

As Rachel heard what my father said, her eyes changed again and again, and she rushed over and snatched my phone. She saw the call-in-progress display on the screen. Then, Rachel glared at me with her eyes as if they were filled with poison and forced a flattering smile. “Mr. Collins, don’t believe what Ellie said. We were just joking.” This kind of talk might be enough to fool a brainless person like Yves, but how could a shrewd man like my father believe it? I did not know what my father said, but Rachel’s lips became pale. She bit her lips and took a long time to utter the word “okay”. As soon as she hung up the phone, Yves’s question came one after another. He frowned and asked, “Rachel, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy? “Also, aren’t you Ms. Parker? Ellie is just a poor student sponsored by your family. How dare she talk to you like that?” I knew it a long time ago. Rachel never told others that it was my parents who sponsored her. Instead, she said that she sponsored me. Due to Rachel’s kindness, I could get into the car that arranged to pick us up and drop us off during the holidays. Her friends had mocked me with jealousy and envy countless times. They thought that I was so lucky to have Rachel’s support. She hinted several times that I was dissatisfied with her and even stole the gifts her parents gave me. Then, her friends accused me, and the abusive words were like a wave, drowning me completely. [You ungrateful bastard! Rachel is so good to you, but you actually harmed her. You are such a piece of shit.] [Ellie, how come you don’t even understand what it means to be a bootlicker?] [People like you who don’t know how to be grateful should die sooner!] I explained it and also wanted to prove that I was the one who actually funded her. I wanted to tell them that Rachel was not the so-called rich lady at all. I was the one. But as they looked at the evidence I produced, the malice in their eyes became even more obvious. [What’s the point of using your wallet balance and these brand-name items as proof? They must have been bought for you by Rachel.] [Even if you really bought it yourself, we don’t even know where the money came from. It’s dirty and disgusting!] If it weren’t for this massive cyber violence, I might not agree with Rachel’s proposal to go traveling with her to relax. Nor would I die at the foot of the mountain and slowly stop breathing. I didn’t listen carefully to her explanation to Yves in a panic. I just glanced at my phone and saw it was a message from my family driver. He said he still had half an hour to arrive at my university. The teacher also received a call. She answered with a strange look on her face, bent down, wrote two leave requests, and handed them to me. “Your family contacted the school and said something happened at home. I have already written you a note for leave.”

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Years after graduation, someone suddenly mentioned me in our class group chat. [Ashlynn, Mr. Lopez is gravely ill. Aren’t you going to show some gratitude? How ungrateful you are!] It wasn’t until I saw the fundraiser that I even knew about it. Our high school homeroom teacher, Henson Lopez, was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and our class beauty, Nicole Courtenay, was organizing donations and a match for a bone marrow transplant. [I’m donating ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Evergreen Valley Hospital, and I’ve already arranged for a private room for Mr. Lopez.] The moment that message popped up, accusations from my old classmates started pouring in. [You accused Nicole of giving you an STD, and she let it slide. Now you’re trying to steal her thunder? You’re so fake!] [This isn’t a joke! Why can’t you stop lying?] Nicole quickly jumped in, trying to ease the tension: [Ashlynn, I won’t hold the past against you, but don’t pretend to be the director’s wife.] [I’ve already arranged for his surgery and room. And I’ll donate another one hundred thousand dollars to Mr. Lopez.] I felt a mix of anger and amusement. Back then, it was Nicole who had crossed out her name on the test results, blaming me for having an STD. I didn’t call her out on it, and now she was playing the victim here. Nicole posted pictures in the chat group of herself and her so-called husband, the hospital director, in his luxury car. I laughed when I saw the man in the passenger seat. It was Jerry Davidson, my husband’s driver. “When did he become a hospital director?” I thought. After reading all the messages in the group chat, I called Jerry to ask him to drive me to the hospital. But Jerry said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Delgado, I’ve already taken the day off with Mr. Delgado. I’ve got some personal matters to attend to. But I can send Lanny to take you, if that’s alright.” Jerry had worked for my family for ten years, always diligent and never once slipping up. I couldn’t understand how he’d gotten mixed up with someone like Nicole. Though puzzled, I had Lanny Turner come pick me up. On the way, I bought a lot of imported supplements. When I arrived, there was already a crowd gathered outside the VIP room where Henson was undergoing tests for the transplant. Everyone was fawning over Nicole. “Nicole, you’re not just beautiful, you’re so capable too. You are lucky to marry a hospital director!” “He became a director at such a young age! He’s got a bright future ahead of him.” “Yeah! I heard he’s a specialist in treating rare diseases. With him on board, Mr. Lopez will definitely be alright!” “Nicole, you’re truly amazing! When’s the wedding? We’ve got to be there to celebrate!” They crowded around Nicole, showering her with praise. She was basking in it. With a broad smile, Nicole smiled, inviting them to her wedding next month at the Seraphine Hotel. When they heard she was holding her wedding at the city’s grandest hotel, the compliments started all over again. I rolled my eyes at their sycophantic nonsense and ignored them, carrying my supplements directly into the hospital room. Nicole spotted me, though. She greeted me with a bright smile. “Ashlynn, you actually came?” Her words immediately turned the others’ attention to me. However, their tone was anything but friendly. “How dare she show her face? Back then, she was living so recklessly that she got an STD and tried to blame it on Nicole.” “If Nicole hadn’t shown us the test results and proved her innocence, we might have believed it!” “How could someone so vile come to see Mr. Lopez? I can’t stand being near her for even a second!” They kept throwing the word “vile” around like I was some kind of walking disease. I felt nothing but cold indifference. Back then, a confirmed diagnosis of an STD had surfaced in class. Because both Nicole and I had visited the school nurse, Nicole claimed the test results were mine. Later, Henson pulled me aside and explained that the results were Nicole’s, but her family was so strict that if her parents found out, she might’ve been badly punished. He asked me to keep it quiet. Since I was already about to leave the country to study abroad, I let it go. But I never imagined Nicole would still have me carrying that burden after all these years. I didn’t want to get into it with these people, so I walked into the hospital room, planning to drop off the supplements and leave. But Nicole suddenly slapped me hard across the face. “Ashlynn, you’ve got some nerve! You caught that disease, and now you’re here, bringing supplements for Mr. Lopez? Are you trying to infect him on purpose? “All these years, and you haven’t changed one bit. Do you plan to use your sickness to harm others now?”

Nicole’s slap left me momentarily stunned. When I regained my composure, I shot back, “What gives you the right to say I have an STD?” Nicole’s face twisted into a mocking smirk as she pulled out a sheet of paper and flung it in my face. “Still playing dumb?” “I’ve got everyone’s test results right here! With your disease, there’s no way you can donate to Mr. Lopez!” My name was printed clearly on the paper, followed by a string of unsettling medical terms. The classmates who glanced at it immediately looked at me with disgust. “You filthy woman! With all those dangerous diseases, how dare you come here? Do you want to spread them around?” “Nicole even defended you earlier, telling us not to embarrass you over what happened back then!” “I can’t believe you’re this shameless. Are you trying to infect Mr. Lopez with your disease?” “Scum like you deserves a good beating!” A few bulky male classmates rushed toward me, kicking me hard to the ground. Then, the punches and kicks rained down. My head hit the floor with a sickening thud, leaving me dizzy. Before I could react, two more brutal kicks landed on my face. Filthy shoe prints covered my swollen cheeks, making them puff up like bread dough. But they didn’t stop there. One of them pointed at my jewelry. “Look! Her earrings are just like Nicole’s!” “How could they be the same? Nicole’s married to a hospital director. She’s just a cheap woman who’s been used by countless men! Or have you forgotten how she pretended to be Nicole, claiming she was the director’s wife in the class chat?” “No way her stuff is real.” “Fake! Rip it all off her! Don’t let her keep fooling people!” The female classmates swarmed me, their hands snatching my earrings, hairpins, and necklace. Their long nails scratched my face, tearing chunks of hair from my scalp. They didn’t stop there, though—they reached for my clothes. “Let’s strip this whore! She loves showing off, doesn’t she?” “Exactly! With all those STDs, who knows how many men she’s been with!” “I didn’t!” I struggled to fight back, but there were too many of them. I was no match. Within moments, my expensive jacket was torn to shreds, leaving me in just my underwear. I curled up into a ball, trying to shield what little dignity I had left, overwhelmed by humiliation. But they weren’t done. They dragged me into the middle of the crowd and poured the supplements I’d brought all over my head. The sticky liquid coated me from head to toe, making me look utterly defeated. Passersby stopped to gawk, pointing and whispering. Nicole, arms crossed and looking self-righteous, spoke up, “Ashlynn, just admit you’re sick. If you confess before you infect Mr. Lopez, maybe I can convince everyone to forgive you.” I was about to snap back when someone shouted, “Mrs. Lopez is here!” Paulina Lopez was Henson’s wife and our school nurse. She had just arrived. She was the one who diagnosed Nicole with the STD all those years ago. I saw a glimmer of hope.

Paulina greeted Nicole gently, her voice calm and warm. “Nicole, what are you doing here? “You’re about to marry the hospital director. Why are you acting so impatient?” Nicole instantly slipped back into her sweet and graceful demeanor, linking her arm with Paulina’s affectionately, though the scornful look in her eyes as she glanced at me didn’t waver. “Mrs. Lopez, it’s not that I’m being impatient. Ashlynn was shameless! “She knows full well she has an STD, but she’s pretending not to and even showed up for the donor match, trying to infect Mr. Lopez!” Paulina’s expression immediately darkened. She turned toward me, her tone sharp and filled with anger. “Ashlynn! This is outrageous!” My classmates joined in, chiming one after another. “That’s right! She did the same thing back then, got an STD and blamed it on Nicole!” “I always knew she was trouble! People like her deserve punishment!” For a moment, Paulina seemed to hesitate. I held onto a faint hope that she might reveal the truth. After all, she had been the one who examined Nicole back then. But it was clear she was determined to cover things up. “Wasn’t that incident years ago? Sure, it was wrong of Ashlynn to accuse Nicole, but Nicole didn’t hold it against her. Let’s not bring it up again. “Ashlynn, apologize to Nicole, and pay Henson one hundred thousand dollars in damages. Then we’ll call it even.” I was stunned. It was clear now. I realized that Nicole must have told Paulina that the VIP room and the doctors were arranged by her, using her so-called status as the hospital director’s fiancée. And Paulina, believing her, played along, blaming everything from the past on me. As for my outraged classmates, they were clearly fooled by Nicole’s lies about her engagement to the hospital director. That was why they felt justified in humiliating me. But what they didn’t know was that Nicole wasn’t the director’s wife at all. She was a complete fraud. Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I looked Paulina squarely in the eyes and said, “I won’t apologize. You know exactly whose name was really on that medical report! I even have her…” I nearly blurted out the whole truth about what happened back then. But Nicole dug her nails into Paulina’s arm. Paulina rushed forward, slapping me hard across the face and raising her voice to scream at me. “You filthy liar! Even now, you still refuse to admit it! “Looks like we’ll have to teach you a lesson today! Take her outside!” At Paulina’s command, my classmates swarmed me and dragged me out of the hospital. Lanny, who was waiting for me outside, was startled when he saw my bruised and battered state. He rushed over, his voice full of concern. “Mrs. Delgado, are you alright?” His words, however, only triggered fits of laughter from the crowd. “Did I hear that right? Someone actually respects this woman?” “Ashlynn, you’re quite the actress! First, you pretend to be the hospital director’s wife, and now you’ve hired some guy to act like you’re rich. Is that how you trick old men into sleeping with you?” “That’s not all! Her car looks just like Nicole’s! Probably rented from some dealership!” “Smash it! Let’s see how much this fake diva has left when we’re done with her!” At Nicole’s signal, the crowd surged forward, picking up bricks from the side of the road and hammering them against my luxury car. Lanny tried to stop them, but they shoved him aside. They even started beating him, punching his face over and over. “You like making money, don’t you? Here’s a chance to earn big!” “We’ll beat you to a pulp, and you can sue this slut for medical fees!” “You’d do anything for money! You deserve every hit!” Lanny and I were both treated with cruelty beyond imagination. The luxury car parked next to us was soon wrecked beyond recognition. Suddenly, someone noticed the pile of imported medication in my trunk and pulled them out. My heart sank. These were special medicines I had brought from abroad for my mother-in-law. I planned to drop them off at the hospital today as a favor. I never expected them to be discovered like this. Someone read the label aloud. “Sildenafil… Isn’t this Viagra?”

“Disgusting! She must be sleeping around. Why else would she keep something like Viagra in her car?” “She’s ready for it anytime, anywhere. What a shameless woman!” “I don’t even want to touch this stuff. It’s revolting!” Someone let go of the box, and the bottle of pills crashed to the ground. “No!” I tried to stop it, but it was too late. The glass bottle shattered, scattering its contents everywhere. I scrambled over, desperately searching for any unbroken pills, but Nicole kicked the box out of my reach. “Ashlynn, you’re still pretending you don’t have an STD?” “You carry drugs like that with you, and you’re still playing innocent?” Rage coursed through me. I glared at Nicole with all the fury I could muster, and through clenched teeth, I warned her. “You’ll pay for everything you’ve done!” Nicole’s laughter echoed around us. She clutched her stomach, pointing at me as she spoke to the crowd. “Did you hear that? She’s still threatening me!” “Nicole, how can a filthy woman like her dare threaten you? You’re the hospital director’s wife!” “If she gets on Nicole’s bad side, no doctor in this city will treat her STD.” “She’s so spoiled by her sugar daddies. She doesn’t even know her place anymore. I say we teach her a lesson, and she’ll learn quickly!” They grabbed a large bucket of tar nearby and began walking toward me. Fear filled my eyes as they closed in. Just then, a familiar Ferrari screeched to a stop beside us. Out stepped my driver and also Nicole’s boyfriend, Jerry. The sleek car immediately drew everyone’s attention. “Wow, the hospital director’s really rich! His family even has Ferraris!” “Nicole, you’re so lucky! When you officially marry the director, don’t forget about us, your old friends!” Nicole soaked in the praise, her face glowing with pride. “Of course! If any of you need help in the future, just let me know. My husband’s connections go far and wide!” The crowd erupted in thanks, their compliments becoming even more exaggerated. Nicole linked arms with Jerry and teased, “Honey, why are you so late? There’s this filthy woman here hiding the fact that she has an STD and trying to spread it to everyone!” Jerry’s face hardened with anger. “Who dares to bully my girlfriend? “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure they pay.” Nicole beamed at his promise, pulling him toward me. She pointed at me with glee in her eyes. “There’s no need, babe. I’ve already punished this wretch. But she still won’t admit she has an STD and even tried to frame me!” The others nodded in agreement. “That’s right! She even pretended to be the wife of the Evergreen Valley Hospital director. Absolutely shameless!” Jerry’s rage reached its peak. He didn’t care that I was already beaten and bruised; he grabbed my face, ready to lay into me. But as he pushed aside the hair covering my face, he froze. His voice trembled as he spoke. “Mrs. Delgado? How can it be you?”

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My husband’s mother, Hailey Reese, died in a car accident, yet on the day of her funeral, my husband refused to attend. All because he thought it was my mother who had died in the accident. He took the three hundred thousand dollars in compensation from the accident and went straight into my cousin’s live-streaming channel. He showered her with countless virtual gifts. “Thank you, I’m so glad,” my cousin said coyly, “but aren’t you worried my cousin will be upset, given that you’re spending the death compensation money?” “Her old hag of a mother, who couldn’t do anything anymore except burn through money, should’ve died a long time ago. Now that she’s finally been hit and killed, it’s one less burden, plus it leaves me some money to make you happy!” Upon watching them flaunt their affection for each other on the stream, my heart turned to ice. I slapped Hailey’s ashes and death certificate down in front of him. “Idiot, it was your own mother who died!” When I received the call and rushed to the hospital, I only managed to catch a glimpse of the small elderly woman, usually so well-groomed and tidy, covered in blood as they wheeled her into the emergency room. Her face was so mangled that it was impossible to recognize her features. The nurse, seeing the pallor on my face, shut the door with a sympathetic look. Nearby, the driver responsible for the accident was crying and begging for forgiveness. I had no energy to deal with them. Instead, I pulled out my phone to call my husband, Acacius Reese. He was a renowned genius doctor at this very hospital, dedicating himself fully to medical research just to save more lives. He was always the pride of both Hailey and me. We rarely dared to bother him with trivial family matters, and we’d always met his requests without question. But when I tried to call him several times, the line showed it was busy. Only then did I remember that he had blocked me. It was all because, a few days ago, he was trying to save a kidney patient, and the only suitable donors were my mom and Hailey. Unwilling to let his own mother suffer, he asked me for help, but I refused because of my mom’s age and poor health. That was when he decided to block me. Left with no other choice, I borrowed a phone from a nurse and finally managed to reach Acacius. “Mom was in a car accident. She’s in the emergency room on the first floor of your hospital. Come quickly!” I said urgently. But the voice on the other end wasn’t Acacius. It was a woman’s voice, slightly familiar, giggling lightly. “Natalie, have you really become so desperate that you’re making up such lies just to see Acacius? How pitiful!” I was momentarily stunned but quickly recognized who it was. Peggy Grylls was my cousin and Acacius’s first love. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my chest, I said firmly, “Peggy, I don’t have time for this. Let me speak to Acacius!” Peggy’s laugh turned mocking. “Natalie, didn’t you refuse to let your mom donate her kidney to me? Now she’s been in a car accident, and it is her karma, don’t you think? “Acacius is busy peeling grapes for me, one by one. You can keep waiting.” And with that, she hung up. When I listened to the busy tone, my heart grew colder. So, the kidney patient Acacius was so desperate to save, even at the cost of a cold war with me, was none other than Peggy! But the glaring red light of the emergency room left me no time to dwell on it. Acacius’ mother, Hailey, was an open-minded, loving lady who had single-handedly raised Acacius, turning him into Poakham City’s famous genius doctor, and she treated me like her own daughter. Since I married Acacius, she never pressured us about children or traditional expectations, always encouraging me to follow my dreams and reminding me that a woman’s first love should always be herself. I ran toward Peggy’s hospital room, knowing that if Acacius’s phone was with her, then he was likely there too. Right now, Acacius was the best hope for saving Hailey, and as her only son, he needed to be there, no matter what. But as I reached the door, I overheard their conversation. “Did Natalie call?” Acacius asked. “Yeah! She said her mom was in a car accident and wanted you to go to her,” Peggy replied with a smirk. Acacius let out a cold laugh. “A car accident? Well, that’s just the consequence of her and her mother refusing to donate their kidneys to save you. “My medical skills are not for saving such heartless people. If they die, then they die!”

Standing outside the door, I felt like I had fallen into an icy abyss, unable to believe that the words I just heard were spoken by the same man who once claimed that every life was equal, who dedicated himself to his medical research to save as many people as possible. I took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and saw the two of them practically glued to each other. I tried to steady my voice and keep it from trembling. “Acacius, mom was in a car accident…” He cut me off impatiently, “I know. Let me know when she’s dead.” I couldn’t hold back any longer, “Acacius, that’s your mother!” I practically shouted those words. Acacius paused, then looked at me with a cold sneer. “Natalie, my mom treated you so well, and you dare lie to me about something like this? You truly have a heart of stone!” Panic and frustration surged within me as I shook my head desperately. “If you don’t go now, you might never see her alive again!” Acacius remained indifferent, even pushing me out of the room. My back slammed into the door frame, sending a burst of pain that made my vision blur, and I heard Peggy’s voice. “Acacius, even though her mom didn’t want to donate a kidney to me before, she’s still family. I don’t want you to be accused of ignoring her in her time of need. Maybe you should go check on her with Natalie.” Acacius looked at Peggy with a gaze full of affection, “Peggy, you’re too kind-hearted! That’s why they always take advantage of you!” After a moment of thought, he turned to me with a conflicted look as if making a reluctant decision. “I’ll go, but only because Peggy asked me to. Peggy wants some soup, so you’d better make it for her.” “But…” “Natalie, I’ve already agreed to go see your mom. Don’t be too greedy. You can’t have everything!” Acacius’s tone was laced with impatience. Afraid he would change his mind and not make it in time to save Hailey, I bit my lip and agreed. Little did I know, for Peggy, he would do something so monstrous!

After I hurriedly prepared the soup and asked a nurse to deliver it to Peggy’s room, I rushed back to the emergency room, only to be told that the surgery was over. Hailey had suffered brain death and could not be saved. “My condolences.” The driver who caused the accident seemed to let out a sigh of relief and muttered under his breath, “Good thing she’s dead.” For drivers of such large vehicles, insurance would cover most of the costs, and if the victim died, their compensation payout was significantly reduced. The driver offered a settlement of three hundred thousand dollars, but I was still in shock, unable to accept the reality of Hailey’s death. I turned to Acacius. “She’s not really dead, right? You’re lying to me, aren’t you? You’re a genius doctor. How could you fail to save her?!” Acacius’s eyes avoided mine as he replied with irritation, “I’m a doctor, not a miracle worker. Her face was so disfigured in the crash that it wasn’t something that could just be fixed.” Then he looked at the tearful driver beside us and said indifferently, “Natalie, show some mercy. The driver didn’t have it easy either. “Your mom was old, and now that she’s gone, at least we don’t have to worry about her anymore. The three hundred thousand dollars will come in handy. We can use it to pay for Peggy’s surgery.” I stared at him in shock. “Acacius, do you even know what you’re saying?!” He still believed it was my mother who had died. I couldn’t believe that to him, a human life was merely a way to get compensation to fund Peggy’s treatment. Ignoring my protests, Acacius signed the settlement papers without a second thought, not even glancing at me. “I’m your husband. I have the right to sign this on your behalf. “This is all because you and your mom owe Peggy!” I watched him walk away without hesitation, my entire body trembling with rage. Numb and devastated, I somehow managed to pull myself together to arrange Hailey’s funeral. But even on the day of the funeral, Acacius didn’t show up. He blocked me again, and not even the hospital staff could tell me where he was. Only his colleague, Mason Godwin, called to explain, saying Acacius was tied up with a critical patient in the middle of a rejection crisis and couldn’t come. He would attend the funeral in Acacius’s place. I thought to myself, “What patient could possibly be more important than his own mother?” Seeing Mason hurriedly appear at the funeral, at that moment, my disappointment in Acacius reached its peak. “Natalie, I’m so sorry. I got stuck in traffic and arrived late.” Mason wiped the sweat from his forehead. But when he turned his head and saw Hailey’s photo on the memorial table, his eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, stunned. “How… how could this happen…” I was confused, and at that moment, I received a call from the expensive undertaker I had hired. “Mrs. Reese, it seems Hailey is missing a kidney.” My eyes widened in shock. At that moment, it felt as if all the strange behavior that didn’t add up finally made sense. Why had Acacius suddenly agreed to perform the surgery? Why had Mason acted so strangely when he told me about Hailey’s brain death? I finally realized that from the beginning, it was all a lie. They thought the person lying on that hospital bed was my mother, and they had orchestrated the whole plan just to secretly harvest a kidney for Peggy’s treatment. I walked straight up to Mason, whose face had gone ashen, and slapped him hard across the face.

Mason’s head snapped to the side from my slap, but he lowered his gaze, not daring to meet my eyes. “Tell me, the patient you mentioned to Acacius. Was it Peggy? “And was Hailey really brain dead?” Mason broke down, nodding his head, then shaking it. “Natalie, I’m sorry. Acacius begged me to help him. Last time a patient picked on me, he helped me. I… I couldn’t refuse him.” It felt like my heart stopped beating right then. Discovering the truth on my own was already painful enough. Now that it was confirmed, I felt like even the air I was breathing carried the stench of blood. Hailey had never been brain-dead in the first place! Thank goodness there was anesthesia at the time. Otherwise, if she had known that her own son was taking her kidney to save another woman, I could not imagine how devastated she would have been. I grabbed Mason by the collar, my hands trembling uncontrollably. “Mason, tell me, do you really think you deserve to be a doctor?” My parents saw the commotion and quickly came over to intervene. “Natalie, calm down. Let’s talk this through. Let Hailey rest in peace.” They were completely unaware of the sordid truth behind it all. Looking at my parents’ graying hair and their worried expressions, I finally let go of Mason. But then Mason collapsed to his knees with a loud thud, repeatedly apologizing in front of Hailey’s portrait. He was doing it because Hailey had always treated him like a son when she was alive. He regretted it. But all I felt was disgust. They only regretted it because they had mistaken the person on the hospital bed. If they had truly respected every life, they would never have done something so monstrous in the first place. I looked at Mason’s swollen eyes with a cold gaze and finally spoke, “Call Acacius. I want a divorce.” Mason froze, seemingly shocked. I knew what he was shocked about. No one believed I would ever leave Acacius because I was too in love with him. I had met Acacius through a matchmaking arrangement, and at first sight, I was captivated by his refined demeanor and good looks. Since he was a doctor, I have always admired the profession that saves lives. It took me a whole year to win his heart. Even after we got together and eventually married, I still loved Acacius deeply. Even when he was always working late, even when he didn’t like talking to me when he was at home. I always thought that with enough love, I could melt that icy exterior. It wasn’t until Peggy came back that I realized that Acacius wasn’t cold like ice, and he just didn’t want to be warm for me. As Acacius and Peggy crossed lines repeatedly, I became more sensitive, suspicious, and even hysterical. Everyone knew I was losing my mind because of Acacius. He even complained to Mason and their other friends, saying, “Natalie would never ask for a divorce, no matter what.” But now, I was asking for it. I had come to my senses. I was in love with the idea of who I thought Acacius was, not the man he actually turned out to be.

Mason dialed a number for Acacius that I hadn’t known about. The call was answered quickly, and the voice on the other end was one I knew all too well. “What’s up, Mason? Is she causing trouble for you at the funeral? “Thanks for handling her. Once Peggy gets out of the hospital, I’ll bring her over to thank you properly.” Mason gripped the phone tightly, his voice shaking a little. “Acacius, Natalie knows everything. She wants a divorce.” There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sneering laugh. “Divorce? From me? Is she kidding?” I took the phone from Mason, speaking calmly, “I’m not joking, Acacius. I want a divorce. I can’t stand being with someone as rotten as you for another second!” Acacius seemed annoyed at my insult, snapping back, “Rotten? Me? How could I be worse than your family? “If it wasn’t for your family stealing Peggy’s father’s compensation money after his work accident and sending Peggy abroad, she wouldn’t have ended up so poor and sick. “That kidney is your whole family, and they owe it to Peggy! If your mom didn’t want to donate, then she deserved to die! “I really regret marrying such a venomous woman like you!” He suddenly let out a vicious laugh. “But you know, marrying you wasn’t entirely useless. You probably didn’t know this, but the driver involved in the accident contacted me, and I signed the waiver for you. “As for the three hundred thousand dollars compensation, I already put it towards Peggy’s surgery. Now, your family’s debt to her is finally repaid.” I wished I could reach through the phone and slap him. Even Mason seemed shocked at how twisted Acacius had become. He stammered, “Acacius, you’re wrong. Everything is wrong!” “What’s wrong?” Acacius scoffed. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Natalie, if you want a divorce, go ahead. But my mom always liked you. You should tell her yourself. “I’m busy, gotta go.” Without waiting for Mason to say another word, he hung up. I stood there, smirking bitterly. He still didn’t know that it was his own mother who had died. He never looked at the medical records, never checked the death certificate, and didn’t even bother to read the settlement papers. I was curious if, once he learned the truth, he would still be as dismissive as he was now.

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Mable Short, the woman my fiancé cherished, and I both fell from the building at the exact same moment. My fiancé, being a doctor, rushed to save Mable first, leaving me, drenched in my own blood, to await the ambulance’s arrival. In my dying moments, I implored him not to abandon me. Frank Cullen, my fiancé, however, brusquely kicked my hand away. “Gianna! Can’t you be a bit more compassionate? Don’t you see Mable is unconscious? I’ll deal with you later for pushing her down the stairs!” But Frank never got the chance. As he turned to carry Mable away, I perished alongside the baby in my womb. My death was agonizing. I suffered from numerous fractures, with several ribs piercing my uterus, leading to a rupture and severe hemorrhaging. As I died, my blood saturated the bed. The scene was so gruesome that even the medical staff reacted in horror. Perhaps my soul lingered because my death was so unwilling. I gazed at my body in disbelief until a familiar voice caught my attention, and I followed it with curiosity. Indeed, it was Frank. In the emergency room, he hastily donned surgical garb, reassuring his lover. “Mable, hold on. I’ll operate on you now!” He then turned his attention to her surgery. His expression was more solemn than I had ever witnessed before. Only after the operation did he exhale in relief. Seeing Mable’s vital signs stabilize, Frank summoned his assistant, Max Harrison, to transfer her to a general ward for observation. Max paused, with a flicker of indecision crossing his face, which sparked Frank’s curiosity. “What is it?” Max answered, “Dr. Cullen, do you know the woman who was brought in right after Ms. Short? Just now…” Max was about to inform Frank of my demise. However, Frank swiftly cut him off and sternly explained, “I don’t know that woman, nor do I wish to know her condition.” Max nodded slightly. Hearing this, I felt a chill running through me. Frank despised me so vehemently, so how could he acknowledge me as his fiancée to outsiders? Yet, he remained unaware that I lay dead, just a wall away in another ward. I recalled how, before the accident, I had clung to his trouser leg with all my might. “Save me. I’m truly dying. “Don’t leave me. Please save me…” No one could remain indifferent to the sight of the vast pool of blood beneath me. Yet, my beloved fiancé gazed down at me with a look of disgust. “Gianna, can’t you show a shred of kindness? Can’t you see Mable is unconscious? “Isn’t it enough that you pushed her down the stairs? Now, you’re trying to stop me from saving her? Do you want her life that badly? “Gianna, I never expected you to be so malicious!” I released my grip on Frank, my bloodstained hands fumbling in my pocket for the pregnancy test report. I yearned to tell him about the baby and plead for our child’s sake that he save me. Yet, he didn’t grant me a single glance. He spoke harshly, “I’ll deal with you when I get back!” Ignoring my blood-soaked form, he lifted the unconscious Mable and turned away. By the time I retrieved the pregnancy test report, they had vanished from my sight. Tears splashed onto the report as I stared at the evidence of the small life that had begun to form inside me. I murmured, “I’m sorry, baby. Your dad doesn’t care for me, so he won’t save me, let alone you.” Upon confirming my death, the doctor reached out to my sole relative, Henry Wells, my father. When he arrived, all he found was a lifeless body. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, grappling with the incomprehensible reality that I was gone in an instant. Assisted to his feet by a nurse, he suppressed his grief and tried to contact Frank. But his calls, more than ten, were all met with disconnection.

Eventually, his calls ceased to go through. Unable to endure the disturbance, Frank blacklisted Henry. After that, Frank made his way to the hospital ward and gently took the hand of Mable, who had just awakened from her coma. “I’m so glad you’re awake. You have no idea how worried I was…” Mable’s complexion was ghostly white, betraying her frail health. Only I knew the truth that she had fallen down the stairs on purpose. Tears glistened in her eyes. “Frank, when I fell, I thought I was going to die. “Thankfully, you brought me here in time for surgery. Without you, I don’t know what would have happened.” As she spoke, she sniffled, fixing her gaze lovingly on Frank. “Frank, from now on, my life is yours.” Frank’s eyes softened at her words. He silently withdrew a pure gold bracelet from his pocket, fastening it around her wrist. “I got you a gift. I hope it brightens your spirits. “Staying positive will help you recover faster.” The bracelet was exquisitely crafted, the very one I had coveted the most. I had pleaded with him to gift it to me on my birthday, but he had refused. Yet, now, he had bought it and placed it on Mable’s wrist. Mable caressed the bracelet and wore a radiant smile. “Frank, you’re so good to me.” Her expression then clouded over. “But what about Gianna? Won’t she mind you being so sweet to me?” At the mention of my name, Frank’s face blanched. “Don’t bring up that woman! If she hadn’t pushed you down the stairs, you wouldn’t be suffering like this!” He clasped Mable’s hand firmly and sternly vowed, “Don’t you worry. I’ll make things right for you when I’m back. I promise!” He recalled that I had been taken to the same hospital by ambulance. He was burning with the desire to avenge Mable, so he was headed straight for me. Just as he stepped out of her ward, a stretcher carrying a body rolled past him. I knew that the body on the stretcher was mine, even though it was shrouded in a stark white sheet. My hand, adorned with the engagement ring, hung loosely. This was the ring Frank had bought me when he proposed eight years ago, and I had never once removed it. I couldn’t believe Frank wouldn’t recognize that ring. My soul hovered around Frank, repeatedly urging, “Frank, the body on the stretcher is me!” I yearned for Frank to acknowledge me. I wanted to see if, upon realizing it was his misjudgment that had led to the demise of me and our child, he would be so devastated he’d break down, or if he’d remain indifferent, deeming it insignificant. “Make way.” The staff urged Frank aside as they maneuvered the stretcher through. Frank frowned, his gaze flicking to my dangling hand. Then, he stepped back impatiently, allowing the stretcher to pass without incident. In the end, he failed to recognize me as his fiancée. Our eight years together now felt like a cruel joke. After the stretcher conveyed my body to the morgue, Frank approached the ward where I had been. “Where is Gianna Wells, who was brought here?” Frank inquired of the nurse upon entering. The nurse, recognizing Frank, responded swiftly, “Dr. Cullen, are you acquainted with Gianna Wells? Unfortunately, she succumbed to her grave injuries. There was nothing we could do. “Her father fainted from grief. We need to contact those close to her to handle the formalities. “It would be wonderful if you were a friend of her. Could you accompany me now…” Frank cut the nurse off, his anger flaring. “Isn’t Gianna taking things too far? She actually got people to act with her? “She’s really milking this victim role, huh? Just like Mable, she fell from a building, but Mable’s okay, right?” I had anticipated that Frank wouldn’t believe the nurse. Mable was still in one piece because Frank, the chief physician, had stepped in with his scalpel just in the nick of time. As for me, my injuries were too severe; I could only await my doom. Seeing Frank’s terrifyingly grim expression, the nurse didn’t dare say more and could only shake her head as she left. Unable to find me, Frank had no choice but to return to Mable. Mable, having learned of my possible demise, coaxed Frank, “Why don’t you go check on Gianna? What if something really happened?” Despite being the one who pushed me down the stairs, Mable twisted the truth. “I don’t think Gianna meant to push me. It must have been an accident. “If she fell, she would definitely get hurt. “You’re her fiancé, after all. You should go take a look, right?” Frank’s eyes brimmed with a tender warmth. “Mable, you’re so kind.” But his gentle expression suddenly hardened. “I know Gianna. She’s always been jealous of you, misunderstanding our relationship. “I wanted to take you to the hospital, but she tried to stop me! She’s so vicious that she must have pushed you on purpose.” Mable feigned concern. “It’s okay. I don’t blame her. I’m just worried she might be hurt…” “Impossible!” Frank declared firmly. “She loves using this trick to deceive me. She even claimed she had pneumonia when she wasn’t sick. I almost had to rush back from abroad! “She just likes to play the victim. The person I trust least is Gianna!” I tried to speak, but no sound emerged. My health had indeed not been great, and Frank was aware of this. But to spare him any added weight, especially when his career was at such a pivotal juncture, I would slip away to the hospital alone, in silence, never breathing a word of it. Sometimes, before fully recovering, I appeared a bit frail. Frank chuckled at me. “What’s this? Trying to trick me into staying by playing the pity card again?” I matched his playful tone. “Yeah, that’s right.” But even as I put on a brave face, Mable would find reasons to call Frank, feigning some ailment or another, insisting he should come to check on her. Frank was unwittingly under the thumb of the seemingly frail Mable. When I first discovered these calls, I was livid. I confronted Mable, intending to demand her true intentions face-to-face. However, before I could get a few words out, Mable burst into tears. I left, utterly bewildered by the situation. Not long after, Frank angrily confronted me. “Why did you try to irk Mable? She’s not well. As her neighbor and someone who’s practically watched her grow up, what’s wrong with me accompanying her to the hospital?” He showed me a photo on his phone. “Are you a shrew? Can’t you just talk to her nicely? Why resort to violence?” I stared at the photo in shock. There was a distinct slap mark on Mable’s face. But I hadn’t laid a finger on her! I had no defense.

Frank refused to believe me. He pointed at me and harshly warned me. “Our issues are between us. Don’t you dare bother innocent people!” I wished I could explain that I had never made things difficult for Mable. Instead, it was the seemingly innocent Mable who had mercilessly reached out and caused my downfall. I watched as they exchanged affectionate glances and embraced. Mable remained in the hospital for days under Frank’s attentive care. On the day of her discharge, Frank handled everything. After he brought Mable home, she clung to him, reluctant to let go. “Frank, I don’t want to worry my parents. “But I’m so clumsy that I can barely look after myself. Could you stay? Keep me company?” Frank reveled in her dependence. He embraced her and gently comforted her. “It’s alright. I’ll take some more time off and stay to take care of you properly.” The pain in my heart was indescribable. I never anticipated that the man I once hesitated to bother would offer himself so freely to another woman. Their tender embrace was shattered by the insistent ringing of the phone. Seeing an unfamiliar local number, Frank answered, puzzled. From the other end, Henry’s voice boomed. “You heartless bastard! How dare you do this to my daughter? You made her die with regrets!” Frank’s face shifted instantly. “Aren’t you bored? Are you in cahoots with Gianna, trying to deceive me again? “Is pretending to be sick not enough now? Has she upgraded to faking death? “Tell Gianna I won’t believe her! Even if something did happen to her, she had it coming!” Henry was incensed by Frank’s words. “You killed my daughter! You and that woman deserve to die!” Perhaps blinded by fury, Henry’s words tumbled out, somewhat jumbled and incoherent. After listening for a moment, Frank frowned and hung up. Mable approached, with curiosity in her eyes. “Who was that?” Frank shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s Gianna’s father, playing along with her act. “How could there be such a father? Willing to curse his own daughter, saying she’s dead.” Frank wore a bemused expression. “The Wells family will stop at nothing to marry me off.” Mable’s gaze dimmed. “So, are you still planning to marry Gianna?” Frank knitted his brows deeply, betraying his conflicting emotions. “We’re officially engaged, and my parents adore her. Breaking it off could get messy.” As he spoke, Frank suddenly sighed. “Actually, apart from the whole picking on you thing and the endless squabbles and cold wars over you, she’s not half bad in other respects.” Frank was right. I was with him for eight long years, engaged for six months. Beyond the constant anger and upset directed at Mable and Frank, I could be described as unconditionally tolerant of Frank. I understood his work kept him busy, so even when neglected, I’d suppress my frustration and remain his steadfast support. When his parents fell ill, I was the one who spared no expense or effort in caring for them. Yet, I feared Frank’s current indecision wasn’t born out of love for me. I worried he simply saw me as a suitable match for marriage. As Frank spoke of this, Mable’s expression grew increasingly sour. Just as she was about to press Frank for answers, he received a call from his father, John Cullen. “Frank, you’re absolutely ridiculous! How could I have fathered a son like you!” John berated Frank. “Gianna has suffered a tremendous tragedy, and you’re just going to ignore it?” Frank was momentarily stunned before offering a nonchalant smile. “Dad, don’t let Gianna pull the wool over my eyes with you,” he implored. John was so furious he was rendered speechless. “Who would risk someone’s life just to cause a scene? “Don’t you realize Gianna is dead? Your wife-to-be, Gianna, is gone!”

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My name was Oliver Pettyfer. My wife, Fiona Jameson, was a surgeon. Throughout her career, she had saved countless lives. But the one person she couldn’t save was me. Nathan Aniston, her true love, and I were in a car accident together. She rushed to his side first. It wasn’t until three months after my death that she realized the person frequently chatting with her on WhatsApp wasn’t me, and she panicked. After my death, bound by unfinished destiny, I lingered on as a spirit, quietly staying by Fiona’s side. The hospital corridors echoed with the sounds of screams and cries. Just an hour ago, a severe multi-vehicle collision had occurred on the city’s bridge; the scene was unbearable. Every doctor in the city, including Fiona, was called in to help. I lay in a pool of blood, struggling to suppress the metallic taste rising in my throat. When I saw Fiona, I felt a surge of relief. But the next moment, I felt as if I had plunged into an icy abyss. Fiona saw me lying there, yet she stepped over me and rushed to Nathan’s side. She lifted him, her face filled with concern and urgency I had never seen before. I was covered in blood, and I tried to tell her I was hurt, but as I opened my mouth, a torrent of blood gushed out. By the time I could lift my head again, Fiona had already placed Nathan in the ambulance. I didn’t want to die alone, so I mustered all my strength and called out her name, “Fiona…” Fiona turned back and looked at me coldly. “You just vomited some blood. Nathan has multiple fractures; he needs me more than you do. I know what you’re going to say, but you wait here. Someone else will come to help you.” With that, she slammed the ambulance door shut and disappeared from my sight with Nathan. Fiona didn’t know that a piece of rebar was embedded in my back, piercing through my body. I was about to die. If she had just looked closely, she would have seen it, but her attention was entirely on Nathan. But none of that mattered anymore. After all, what was left to fight for when one was about to die? The hospital was overflowing with patients, and there weren’t enough beds to go around. After finishing Nathan’s surgery, Fiona had no choice but to place him on a temporary bed in the hallway.

  Wrapped in bandages and looking pale and drained, Nathan tugged at Fiona’s heartstrings. In a hoarse voice, Nathan said, “I’m fine now. You should go check on Oliver; he sounded pretty bad too…” Fiona frowned sharply at the mention of my name. “What does it matter about that jealous, petty guy? Your health is what’s important right now.” Nathan fell silent for a moment. Then, as if reflecting on something significant, he continued, “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t come back, you two wouldn’t be in such a mess that it’s come to the brink of a divorce.” That was true. Just before the accident, Fiona and I were in heated discussions about our looming separation. Our marriage had been an arrangement between families, while Nathan was her university classmate. I knew all along that Fiona didn’t like me, but under the pressure from our families, we went through with it anyway. I tried everything to be the husband she deserved, hoping that one day I could take Nathan’s place in her heart. Then Nathan returned from abroad, shattering my hopes. Upon his return, he called Fiona first. It changed everything. Despite the fact that I was the one who married her, Fiona spent most of her time with Nathan. We had an explosive argument just before my accident. After I lost my cool, she stormed off. Moments later, I got a call from Nathan asking to meet. I never imagined I would crash my car on the way to see him—and that it would cost me my life. Shaking off those thoughts, I watched as Fiona tucked the blanket around Nathan, speaking softly, “It’s not your fault. Oliver and I were never on the same page. He’s too suspicious and overly sensitive; he doesn’t even take the time to understand me. Our divorce was mutual, so don’t blame yourself.” I wore a wry smile, thinking, “So, this is how she views me.” Just then, a frazzled nurse rushed over, holding my ID. “Dr. Jameson, your husband, Oliver, he…” Fiona’s expression instantly turned cold. “So he wants me to go see him? Please. He just coughed up a little blood. A grown man can handle that; he’s probably just faking to get some sympathy. Tell him I’m going through with the divorce and that he needs to stop bothering me.” Without allowing the nurse to respond, Fiona spun on her heel and walked away briskly, a wave of indignation trailing behind her. I remembered a time when I had a fever so high I barely knew what was happening. I’d pleaded with her to stay by my side. When I finally came to, she had slapped me hard and said, “Today was Nathan’s birthday! You made me break my promise to spend it with him just because you were sick. I know you did this on purpose, Oliver!” From that moment on, her disdain for me only deepened. Now, once again, she believed I was merely playing the sympathy card and would no longer trust me.

  My spirit followed Fiona as she left the hospital corridor. Just outside, she paused, pulling out her phone. After hesitating for a while, typing, and deleting, Fiona finally settled on one simple word: [Divorce.] Then she hit send. Fiona didn’t know I was gone and wouldn’t be able to respond to her message. But to my surprise, just as her message was sent, I found “myself” replying on the other end: [So you want a divorce because of Nathan, huh? Fine by me. I’ll sign whatever you want; you and this little charmer deserve each other!] At the sight of that message, Fiona’s anger boiled over, and she smashed her phone into pieces. “You’d better be serious about wanting a divorce! Don’t come crying to me later about regretting it!” As my spirit hovered nearby, I couldn’t help but feel bewildered. “Wait, I’m dead! How can I still respond to Fiona’s messages?” It felt like the person was deliberately imitating my tone down to the same punctuation. Before I could process it, Fiona picked up the shattered pieces of her phone from the floor and turned to leave. A week later, Nathan was discharged from the hospital. Fiona brought him back to our home. Nathan, perched in a wheelchair, looked around nervously and asked, “Are you sure Oliver won’t be upset about me being here?” Fiona shrugged off his concern. “Let him be. He has no right to question who I bring home, especially since he’s already agreed to the divorce.” Nathan’s surprise was palpable. “I can’t believe Oliver, who loves you so much, would actually agree to this. Did he say it himself?” With a soft “Hmm,” Fiona confirmed it. My spirit floated above them. I was desperate to shout that I was no longer alive and that I had never sent that message about the divorce. Yet whether I screamed or shouted, she couldn’t hear me. Fiona seemed determined to avoid mentioning my name. She changed the subject, saying, “You sit tight. I’ll get you a glass of water.” As she walked away, I noticed Nathan making an attempt to stand from his wheelchair. Nathan was unsteady, and just as he managed to get on his feet, his legs buckled, threatening to send him crashing to the floor. Fiona, seeing his struggle, tossed the water cup aside and rushed to catch him. The two of them tumbled down, Nathan landing heavily on top of Fiona, their bodies tangled in an intimate embrace. Looking deep into her eyes, Nathan said, “I’ve always held back because of Oliver, but now that you two are getting divorced, I feel free. Fiona, I like you—can we start over?” Fiona was clearly moved by his heartfelt declaration. She nodded, tears of joy welling in her eyes. Moments later, Nathan leaned in and kissed her, and she didn’t hesitate to respond with the same fervor. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. After all those years of marriage, Fiona had always kept me at a distance, never allowing me even the slightest touch, let alone anything more intimate. I had always respected her wishes and never forced myself on her. But now, the woman I had cared for so deeply was wrapped up in another man’s arms, responding to his every advance with a passion I had never witnessed from her. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to leave this nightmare behind, but it was as if some invisible force held me captive, making me a helpless witness to this steamy scene. The sounds of their pleasure pierced through my ears as they somehow ended up rolling onto the bed, right in front of our wedding photos, crossing boundaries I had never imagined they would. I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to block out the reality unfolding before me. Time stretched on, feeling like an eternity, until finally, an hour had passed, and they drew their intimate encounter to a close. I watched coldly as the two of them lay in bed, having just finished their tryst. Fiona got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After she cleaned herself up, she decided to find a fresh pair of pajamas. But when Fiona opened the cupboard, she couldn’t find a single clean set. I used to take care of all the household chores—cleaning the clothes and preparing meals. I’d pampered her like a princess, so Fiona never had to worry about a thing. But now, nearly a week since my death, our once-tidy home had become a filthy mess. Irritated, she picked up the scattered clothes from the floor and dumped them into the washing machine, only to realize she had no idea how to use it. The kettle was empty, and the electric pot had no water. When Fiona opened the fridge, a nauseating odor of rotting vegetables hit her. Fiona stared at the chaos before her; her brow furrowed deeply. She thought about calling me but soon remembered her phone was broken and she hadn’t replaced it yet. With a bitter laugh, she muttered, “Oliver, did you really think all your efforts would keep me from moving on? How ridiculous!” With no other option and her stomach growling, Fiona reluctantly ordered takeout. ***** The next day, Fiona bought a new phone. Once she set it up and logged into WhatsApp, she noticed a plethora of unread messages. Among them were a few of my friends. One message read: [Do you know where Oliver is? It’s been a week since he went missing. I invited him to dinner, but he hasn’t shown up.] Fiona frowned but didn’t reply. Instead, she browsed through my status updates. Normally, I was someone who loved sharing snippets of my life, yet I hadn’t posted anything in almost a week. Her frown deepened further, and after a moment of contemplation, she decided to message me again. [Oliver, weren’t you the one who wanted a divorce? We can go get the paperwork in a few days!] The other side replied quickly: [Ha, you’re really eager to be with Nathan, huh? I’ll agree to the divorce, but you owe me for all those years of emotional damage.] [After all these years of marriage, you barely even let me touch you, and you had the nerve to cheat on me with Nathan. You owe me at least three million dollars in damages!] Fiona seethed as she read the message from the other side of my WhatsApp. Her chest heaved with anger. [Oliver, I can’t believe I ever trusted you!] Then, just like that, she transferred 500 thousand dollars to the other end of the chat. Fiona added, [I only have this much! Take it or leave it! See you in court in three days!] With that, she blocked me. Perhaps in her fury, she muttered one last insult, “Oliver, why don’t you just go die!” I thought, “Well, as you wished, Fiona, I really am dead.” If only she had paid a little more attention, she might have realized the truth of my death, but her heart was completely focused on Nathan. Fiona had been swamped with work, but she had taken three months off just to care for Nathan. Three months passed. Fiona finally returned to her job at the hospital. During the monthly staff meeting, the hospital administration brought up the tragic accident that had occurred on the cross-river bridge last month. They mentioned that 17 people had been critically injured and, sadly, one person had lost his life. The young nurse who had taken my ID to find Fiona sat next to her. She tugged at Fiona’s sleeve and leaned in. “Dr. Jameson, do you know who the single fatality from that accident was?” Fiona shook her head. “Actually, it was…” the nurse whispered.

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My son, Elijah Rogers, died, killed in a cramped bathroom stall, his head crushed. When my husband, Daniel Rogers, the school principal, arrived at the scene, he rushed to get the attacker, his old flame’s son. Onto an ambulance and quickly left. Before my son died, he comforted me. “Mom, don’t cry. Dad doesn’t believe me, but I’m not sad at all. “As long as you believe me, Mom, that’s enough… At my son’s funeral, I called my husband, Daniel. He shouted at me furiously, “Jerome needed two stitches on his arm, all because your son scratched him! If you keep bothering me, I’ll deal with him when I get back!” I thought, “My son?” I looked at my child’s forehead, a gaping wound the size of a bowl, and closed my eyes. I thought, “Yes, he was my son… So, Daniel, my son, is dead. There’s nothing left between us.” ***** “Elijah, don’t be scared. I called an ambulance. They’ll be here soon. Just hold on, alright?” A trail of blood stretched from the bathroom stall, making my vision blur. It was the blood Elijah had shed as he tried to escape. I could only imagine how terrified and in pain he must’ve been… I pressed on his forehead wound, my hands shaking, but blood kept seeping through my fingers. It wouldn’t stop. Outside, the sound of an ambulance siren approached. “Elijah! The ambulance is here! You’ll be okay!” Then Daniel ran past the window, carrying a boy in his arms, rushing to the ambulance. “Jerome, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re alright!” The ambulance sped off as quickly as it came, leaving me barely able to believe my own eyes. I screamed with all my might. “Stop! That ambulance was for us! “Daniel! Elijah’s dying. Come back! “Daniel, I’m begging you…” No one noticed the real victim, barely clinging to life. I quickly dialed Daniel’s number, once, twice, but he never answered. The third time I tried, Elijah grabbed my wrist with his blood-stained hand. “Mom, stop calling… Dad’s not coming back.” My tears fell immediately. “I’m not calling him. I’m calling another ambulance. One will come soon.” “Mom, I can’t breathe…” Elijah’s hand was ice-cold, colder than the tiles he lay on. “Mom, I’m sorry… I won’t be able to protect you anymore… “In my next life, will you be my mom again? “But this time, I don’t want a dad…” Before he finished speaking, his hand went limp. My heart stopped for a moment, and then, all at once, the pain flooded in. Ignoring the blood still flowing from him, I lifted him onto my back, following the trail of blood out. His blood ran down my neck, warm yet silent. “Elijah, don’t be afraid. If the ambulance won’t wait, I’ll carry you to the hospital myself.” Luckily, a kind stranger drove us to the hospital. I knelt in front of the doctor, begging for help, but he just shook his head with a sigh. “He’s been gone for a while… I’m so sorry.” “What? He can’t be dead. He was just talking to me! “Please, doc! Save him!” My vision blurred as a searing pain tore through my heart. The sun was shining outside, but my world had gone completely dark.

At Elijah’s funeral, I finally got Daniel on the phone after three days of trying. “Daniel, Elijah is…” “Don’t say that name! That troublemaker almost broke Jerome’s arm! How’s he supposed to play piano now? Barbara Robinson cried herself unconscious over this! It’s all because of your lousy parenting…” I couldn’t hear the rest of his shouting. I hung up. I thought, “An eye for an eye, a debt paid with blood. For every ounce of pain, Elijah suffered, I would make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold! And as for you, Daniel, it’s time this ridiculous marriage came to an end.” After Elijah’s funeral, I went straight to the hospital. In a private room, Barbara’s son was waving his bandaged arm around, entertaining them with his story. When Daniel saw me, his expression darkened, and he hurried out. “Who let you in here? Jerome’s just starting to recover. Don’t make a scene!” “Daniel, your son is dead, and you still care about someone else’s son!” I shouted, my voice raw, and Barbara and Jerome Martin looked at me, shocked. Daniel’s face grew even colder, and he shoved me back, warning, “Patricia Clark, enough! Ms. Robinson raised her son alone. As a principal, what’s wrong with me helping them out? “Besides, Elijah’s been bullying Jerome for years. This time, he scratched him. You’ve got no right to make a fuss here!” I had these hurtful words memorized by heart. I thought, “Barbara’s husband left her, but Daniel has cared for her all these years. My husband didn’t leave me, but he doted on another woman. Jerome’s dad abandoned him, but he has Daniel’s love. My son’s dad is alive, but he might as well be dead to Daniel…” When the window broke in winter, the freezing wind howled into our house. Daniel was busy learning new recipes for Barbara and Jerome and told me to find a repairman myself. He wasn’t a handyman and didn’t want me relying on him for everything. I continued teaching even when sick while he took Barbara on a state-sponsored conference that doubled as a vacation. He even told me not to be jealous. Even in my career, Barbara always got the promotion first, and Daniel claimed he couldn’t show favoritism as the principal. He had to be fair. When he returned from trips, he brought toys and gifts for Jerome, who bragged in front of Elijah, driving him to break the only birthday gift Daniel had ever given him, for which he was beaten. Barbara’s son was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, always pretending to be sweet while orchestrating Elijah’s bullying from behind the scenes. But Daniel never listened, choosing instead to believe Barbara and Jerome’s twisted tales, always seeing Elijah as the bully. Every time they accused him, Elijah would end up scarred from Daniel’s whippings. There were so many stories like this… I couldn’t even count. Looking at Daniel’s face twisted in anger, I suddenly found it almost laughable. “Fine, if you don’t want me here, then sign the divorce papers.” I held out the papers. I’d already signed them before coming. Daniel didn’t take them. Instead, he slapped them out of my hand and glared at me. “Patricia! Are you done? Stop using divorce to threaten me!” He thought I was trying to win him back, but I couldn’t stand to see him for even another second. “If you don’t sign, I’ll get a lawyer and file for divorce myself…” In the ward, Jerome suddenly cried out in pain. “Danny! My arm hurts so bad…” Daniel dashed back into the room like he was on fire, his voice full of fatherly tenderness. “It’s okay, Jerome. I’m here. Don’t be afraid!” Watching the three of them in that room, more like a family than anything else, I almost burst out laughing. I thought to myself, “If Daniel could talk to Elijah with this tone, Elijah wouldn’t have been so heartbroken and helpless before he died. This is the man I chose to marry, the father of my child. Elijah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you a father like this…” I picked up the divorce papers, threw them into the room, and walked out of the hospital without looking back. I headed to a well-known law firm to consult a lawyer about school bullying. I thought, “Elijah couldn’t die for nothing, and those scumbags can’t just go on hurting others.” Just as I was leaving, I heard someone call my name. “Patricia?” Michael Wright stood there, his face lighting up with the same friendly smile I remembered. He looked just like he had in college, bright, cheerful, and handsome. I smiled and felt a bit embarrassed facing this young man who once pursued me. “Mind if I ask what brings you here? Is there anything I can help you with?” Michael offered me a glass of lemon water. Seeing my hesitation, he added with a warm smile. “I’m a partner here. If you’re in trouble, you can talk to me.” I looked up, surprised, and he was looking back with the same gentle kindness as before. We ended up talking for two hours. He learned everything without offering a trace of pity, just professional respect. It put me at ease like I was talking to a trusted, reliable lawyer. Just then, my phone buzzed. Daniel had sent a message: [Why aren’t you home yet? Do you know what time it is?!] I looked at it for a few seconds, ignored it for the first time, and turned off my phone. Michael noticed but didn’t say anything.

  As we left the café, rain began to pour. Michael raised an umbrella, offering to walk me home. I politely declined, but suddenly, someone came storming toward us. “Patricia! I’ve called you over ten times, and you went and turned off your phone!” Daniel looked furious, his face pale with anger. Seeing Michael by my side, he sneered. “So this is why you’ve been ignoring our kid out on a date with this pretty boy?” “Our kid? You have the nerve to talk about him?” Those words hit a nerve, and Elijah’s hopeless, desperate expression flashed in my mind again. Daniel snapped, “You’re out in the middle of the night while your son’s out there doing who knows what! Look at how Ms. Robinson raises her kids!” “Right! Barbara knows how to raise kids. Go be her husband! Go be her son’s dad! Oh, that’s right. You already are his Danny!” The last word came out as I gritted my teeth. Daniel was taken aback for a moment and then started accusing me again. “Patricia, stop being so petty! He lost his dad. What’s wrong with seeing me as a family?” I took a deep breath, pushing down the bitter ache in my chest, not wanting to waste any more words on this jerk. “Daniel, did you sign the divorce papers?” I turned to Michael. “This is Mr. Wright. He’ll handle my divorce case and Elijah’s bullying case.” Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that? You’re going to throw your son in jail?” Michael had heard enough. “Mr. Rogers, as I understand, it was your son who was bullied. And he… passed away three days ago.” “Shut up! Jerome’s a good kid. He wouldn’t bully anyone!” Daniel protested immediately. Daniel’s attention was still on Jerome, his precious Jerry. He refused to believe Jerome would hurt someone. He glared at me. “You told him that? How dare you slander Jerome! “Jerome was hospitalized from getting beaten up, and you still believe that worthless brat? “I spoiled your son too much. That’s why he turned out to be a bully! “Where’s he hiding? He knows he messed up and ran off, didn’t he? “I’ll beat the life out of him when I find him!” I watched him lose his mind, like a wild horse, lost to reason. I thought, “Jerome… your son. It’s clear who matters to him.” Ever since Barbara showed up at our school, I knew Daniel was gone. So was our family. Barbara and Jerome had an effortless hold on his heart, pulling his emotions like strings. And as for Elijah and me, we were just obstacles he couldn’t wait to push aside. Maybe I was too calm because, after all his shouting, Daniel finally caught on to what Michael had said. “What did you just say? My son died… three days ago?” Michael sneered. “Finally, showing some concern for your own child?” Daniel’s face twisted with rage. Daniel, furious, retorted, “No matter how bad my son is, you don’t get to curse him! You bastard!” Daniel swung his fist at Michael, but Michael caught his wrist and shoved him back. Daniel looked like he wanted to lash out again, but I’d had enough. I slapped him hard across the face. “Elijah is dead! He died three days ago in the school bathroom! “Because your Jerry cracked his skull open! “Jerry even took the ambulance. I called for him! “He bled so much that by the time he got to the hospital, he’d bled out! “You monster! You don’t deserve to be Elijah’s father!” I screamed in a fury that nearly choked me, my eyes burning with tears. Daniel stared at me, stunned, wide-eyed. “You’re… serious? Elijah is really…”

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I stared at the DNA test, my mind spinning. Clear as day: Liam, 4, is Roddy’s son, not mine. How could the child I carried for nine months not be mine?

After six years of marriage, my husband’s childhood friend, Sarah Jensen, posted photos of them cuddling each other on Instagram with a sweet sentence: [It’s a well-known secret that I like you.] I gave her a like, and my husband, Reginald Sinclair, called me immediately. “We are friends. What’s wrong with a hug? Why are you so weird, Grace? Your pretentious behavior really makes me sick!” Three minutes later, Sarah posted another photo of the two hugging and kissing. If it were in the past, I would have cried in front of Reginald and made a scene. But this time, I didn’t care about it anymore. … It was my sixth wedding anniversary with Reginald, and he said he’d be late. I thought he was preparing a surprise for me, so I happily prepared a table full of his favorite dishes. But until nightfall, I didn’t see Reginald. It was not until I saw Sarah’s post on Instagram that I realized that he only remembered Sarah’s birthday and not our wedding anniversary. When Reginald came home, I had already begun to eat. He frowned as he looked at my leisurely appearance. “Why don’t you wait for me to come back for dinner?” I ignored him. Reginald touched his nose awkwardly, sat down next to me, and tasted the dish. “Why is it so salty? Your cooking skills are getting worse and worse. You’ve done nothing at home every day.” Reginald suddenly threw his fork down and stared at me with dissatisfaction. If it were in the past, I would apologize to him humbly and cook it again for him. But now, I didn’t want to pay any attention to him at all. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, Reginald took out a bottle of perfume and put it on the table. “You are not still angry with me, are you? I bought it specially for you. Don’t be so pretentious.” “Well.” I took the perfume and took a look at it. The word “gift” in the lower right corner caught my eye. Reginald seemed to be paying less and less attention to me, and even his perfunctory attitude was not good enough. He could forget our anniversary, but he couldn’t forget Sarah’s birthday. But the perfume looked more and more familiar. I suddenly remembered that it was in the photos Sarah had posted today. I raised my hand and smashed the perfume, and Reginald’s face became gloomy. “I never wear this perfume. Don’t you realize it is a gift?” Reginald suddenly pulled me up and stared at me. “Grace, what are you doing? I’ve already bowed my head. What do you want? I’ve told you so many times. Sarah is just my childhood friend!” “Don’t touch me. Get off me!” My hand was pulled so hard that it hurt. I struggled but fell to the ground, and the perfume fragments pierced my skin. There was a cut on my leg, and blood was flowing out. I frowned in pain and glared at Reginald in dissatisfaction. There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and his expression was a bit stiff. “Why… Why didn’t you dodge? Damn. You’re so troublesome. I’ll take you to the hospital.” I wanted to refuse him. But the pain from the wound made it impossible for me to be stubborn, so I could only nod. Just as I sat in the passenger seat, I noticed the lipstick left on the seat. Neither the brand nor the color was the one I had ever bought. Sarah was demonstrating to me. Reginald also saw the lipstick, and his expression changed slightly. “I think Sarah dropped it off when I dropped her off this morning. Don’t think too much about it.” I looked away, ignoring him, just hoping that Reginald could drive faster. Seeing this, Reginald snorted and started the car. The atmosphere was awkward, and the silence was broken by the unique ringtone Reginald set for Sarah. He pulled over and answered Sarah’s call at once with a smile. “Reginald, I suddenly have a stomachache. Can you take me to the hospital?” Hearing Sarah’s crying voice, he immediately frowned. “I just happen to be going to the hospital. Stay home, and I’ll pick you up right away.” Reginald pressed his lips with a nervous expression and changed direction directly to Sarah’s home. I looked down at my bloody calf and frowned. When we arrived downstairs at Sarah’s house, Reginald asked me to wait for him and ran upstairs nervously. Then, I waited for half an hour.

I was getting impatient and was about to push the car door open to go out when Reginald came back. He held Sarah in his arms and placed her in the back seat carefully. I frowned unconsciously. I had just limped into the car by myself. And Sarah was carried to the car in his arms. I hadn’t seen such a gentle and considerate look from Reginald for many years. Sarah’s eyes instantly turned red the moment she saw me, and she looked at me innocently. “Grace, I’m sorry. I had a severe stomachache so I asked Reginald to pick me up. I hope you won’t be angry.” “Why should she be angry? Sarah, you don’t need to apologize to her. She’s almost thirty years old and still petty,” said Reginald. Before I could say anything, he glared at me with disgust. He used to dislike me like this, and I would cry out of grievance back then. But I didn’t care about Sarah’s provocation or Reginald’s disgust now. Maybe I was immune to them. After arriving at the hospital, Reginald stopped the car and picked up Sarah, making Sarah blush. “I’ll take Sarah to the internal medicine department first. Wait here for a while.” Then, Reginald turned and left with the slightly dissatisfied Sarah. Even if my leg were broken, he probably wouldn’t come. I limped towards the emergency department. The wound on my leg was getting more painful due to the tearing. Before I reached the emergency department, my legs went weak, and I fell heavily to the ground. “Grace, what are you doing? Didn’t I ask you to wait for me in the car?” Reginald’s angry voice sounded. He rushed to me and pulled me up. I shook off his hand and looked at him mockingly. “One hour or two hours?” “Enough! Grace, is it so difficult for you to bow your head to me?” Reginald suddenly got angry at me. He picked me up despite my resistance and walked towards the emergency department. The doctor frowned as he bandaged my wound. When everything was done, he glanced at Reginald. He said with a reproachful tone, “What did you do? The wound is torn like this. Did you let her walk here on her own?” Reginald didn’t listen to the doctor but kept frowning and looking at his phone. Not long after, he cleared his throat, and his eyes wandered. “I’ll go see Sarah first.” I nodded indifferently. It seemed that Sarah acted coquettishly towards him again. The doctor looked at Reginald’s back and reasoned with me earnestly. “Your boyfriend doesn’t care about you enough. You need to talk to him.” I lowered my eyes and smiled, not answering the doctor. What a pity! Reginald and I had been married for six years. However, it would stop in the sixth year. After completing a series of examinations, I washed my face in the bathroom to calm my bad mood. Sarah patted my shoulder from behind, and her sweet voice was sickening. “Grace? Why are you so embarrassed when Reginald is not around?” Sarah looked at me with a sneer and wiped the hand that had patted me with a handkerchief. She had always looked down on me, but it was normal. In everyone’s eyes, I was just a plaything of Reginald.

“I don’t know why Reginald fell in love with you. If I were you, I would have stopped bothering him a long time ago.” Sarah stood opposite me with her arms folded. The disgust in her eyes was apparent. Initially, I had thought that being arrogant and overbearing was her usual style. But later, I found out that it was because Reginald was willing to spoil her. I imitated her, raised my eyebrows, and retorted to her in a sarcastic tone. “I’m no match for you, Ms. Jensen. You’re just a mistress.” “How dare you scold me? You bitch! You’re courting death!” Sarah rushed over and grabbed my collar. I could only look up at her. “If I hadn’t quarreled with Reginald, would it have been your turn?” She then grabbed my hair and shook me hard, swearing dirty and harsh. When Reginald and I got married, he and Sarah had been quarreling. And I only knew about her after we had gotten married. Sarah believed that she was Reginald’s true love, and Reginald never denied it. We had just gotten married when Sarah returned to him. The first time I saw Reginald and Sarah holding hands, he told me it was because he lost the Truth or Dare game. Later, Sarah began to share photos of her and Reginald on social platforms. Reginald said that they were just taking photos as friends. And now the so-called good friends developed into good friends who could kiss each other. No matter if I tried to please him or cried and made a scene, Reginald would scold me for being unreasonable. But luckily, I was ready to let it go. Not long after, Sarah suddenly let go of my hand. I subconsciously stepped back. But she fell to the ground. “Grace! What did you do to Sarah?” Reginald’s angry voice came from behind. He picked up Sarah, who was lying on the ground with tears in her eyes and looked at me with disgust in his eyes. But when Sarah pulled me just now, she had pulled my wound. I didn’t want to bother with them any longer and just wanted to leave. “Who allowed you to leave, Grace? You are becoming more unbridled. Am I too lenient towards you?” Reginald grabbed me with such force that I staggered. In the past, Reginald would worry about me because of minor injuries. But now, the object of his concern became Sarah. The more I looked at Reginald, the more unfamiliar he seemed to me. His eyes were full of anger, and he completely ignored my furrowed brow and gaping wound. “Reginald, Grace was spoiled by you. I am not angry with her. I just want to go home.” Sarah glanced at my bleeding wound. She frowned, pulled Reginald’s arm, and shook it like a spoiled child. Reginald’s frown relaxed because of her words. But when he looked back at me, there was still disgust in his eyes. “I warn you. You’d better behave yourself and stop making me angry.” “I think you should teach your sweetheart how to behave.” Sarah’s acting skills were pretty good. She was the perpetrator, but she could pretend to be a victim. I looked at Sarah with mockery, and Reginald’s face instantly became gloomy. Just when I thought Reginald was going to speak up for Sarah once again, he remained silent. I followed his gaze and saw my bleeding wound. “You… Forget it. Be good these days.” This time, Reginald didn’t scold me as usual. He just hugged Sarah and walked out. Sarah hid in his arms, smiled at me provocatively, and moved her mouth. “Reginald is mine for the rest of his life.” I just felt childish and funny looking at her in this puppyish, food-guarding way. Since she liked Reginald so much, she could just take him away. After all, I hadn’t liked him for a long time.   Reginald returned home at noon the next day with kiss marks on his neck. I was sitting on the sofa applying medicine and didn’t look at him. Reginald sat next to me, his tone rarely gentle. “You are injured. It is inconvenient for you. Let me help you.” Almost every time he went to see Sarah, he would pretend to be affectionate to me the next day. I turned sideways to avoid Reginald, who was trying to take the medicine bottle from me. “Don’t. I’ve been applying the medicine by myself for so many years. It doesn’t matter.” I lost count of the number of times I had gotten hurt because of Reginald. Whenever Sarah cried, he would take his temper out on me. I was about to become a VIP client of the hospital. Reginald’s face looked a bit guilty. He then withdrew his hand with impatience. “You are not still angry with me, are you? I will take you out to play tonight, okay?” Without waiting for me to refuse, Reginald left. Before leaving, I heard him make a phone call and coax the woman on the other end in a gentle voice. “Sarah, where are you? Don’t be angry. I’ll come to find you, okay?” Once Sarah frowned, Reginald would come up to her happily. But I had spent six years without getting a single bit of his true love. When Reginald came to pick me up, we didn’t speak the whole way. After arriving at the destination, I saw his good friends and Sarah. Then, I understood why he took me out to dinner. When Sarah was unhappy with me, she usually set up a party, like now. “Reginald, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you come so late?” Sarah inserted herself between Reginald and me, hugged him tightly, and looked at me with a smug look. I didn’t want to argue with her. She was still so childish at her age. Only Reginald would fall for this. During the meal, I sat in the corner and quietly watched Reginald and the others playing. Sarah glanced at me and walked towards me, holding a glass of wine with ill intentions. “Grace, because of you, Reginald is late today. How about you drink three glasses as punishment?” I frowned and shook my head to refuse her. But Sarah didn’t give up. She raised the glass and urged me to drink it. Between shoves, Sarah spilled the red wine on her and screamed in tears. “Ouch! Even if you don’t want to drink, you can’t spill it on me!” Reginald came over upon hearing this, protecting Sarah behind him, and glared at me. “Why are you always targeting Sarah? She just asked you to have a drink. Can you stop being so crazy every day?” “That’s right. Even if you don’t like Sarah, you shouldn’t be like this.” His friends echoed, looking at me with contempt in their eyes. Sarah and they had grown up together, and she was always spoiled among them. I smiled, picked up a glass of red wine, and walked towards Sarah under her smug gaze. “Okay. I’m sorry, Sarah.” I raised my hand and poured the red wine on her head. Sarah’s smile disappeared in an instant. Reginald held the tearful Sarah in his arms and pointed at me angrily. “Grace, what are you doing?” “You asked me to apologize. This is how I apologize.” Reginald was so angry that he was shaking. He grabbed me and slapped me in the face. “If you are not happy with being my wife, let’s get a divorce!” Reginald always liked to use divorce to force me to compromise. But now, I didn’t care about it. I looked up at his angry eyes and smiled. “Okay. Let’s get a divorce.”

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On our anniversary, my husband, Benjamin Arnold, left me in the mountains to watch the sunrise with his memorable crush, Hailey Ortega. A sudden rainstorm hit, and I was stuck up there for hours, waiting for him to return, but he never showed up. Instead, Hailey posted a photo on social media with a caption that read: [Your husband is watching the sunrise with me!] In the picture, her chest was covered in hickeys, and there was a bite mark on her collarbone. The two, holding hands tightly and wearing matching rings, were surrounded by roses in a tent. I replied: [If a rabid dog bites someone, they’ll die.] Hailey ignored my reply and sent me more photos of them together. Seeing those pictures made me feel nauseous. At that moment, I felt like Benjamin was disgusting to the core. Benjamin called me, sounding a bit pitying. “The sunrise here is nice. You can take a taxi to join us. Hailey and I can wait for you.” I couldn’t help but scoff. “The double bed isn’t big enough for three. You two enjoy yourselves.” Benjamin was silent momentarily and said, his tone tinged with anger, “What are you talking about? I promised Hailey I’d watch the sunrise with her. Even though it’s our anniversary, I should keep my word. Besides, Hailey’s just a friend. There’s nothing happening between us. “And if you have an issue, bring it up with me, not her. You’re ruining her reputation by saying that. “You know she’s been struggling with depression. She just wanted to see the sunrise. If I said no, who knows what might happen?” With every word, his voice grew quieter. He was an excellent psychologist, knowing how to take care of his patients, but he had long forgotten that I had my own serious psychological issues. It was because of those issues that I met him, married him, and chose to be a housewife. I hung up, not wanting to hear any more excuses for Hailey. It wasn’t until Benjamin tried calling me multiple times and was informed that the number he dialed was out of service that he realized he had left me on the mountain. It was our anniversary. He had agreed to go camping with me and watch the sunrise together. We had already driven to the mountaintop, and the tent was only half-set up when Hailey called. Just hearing her cry made Benjamin anxious. He kicked me out of the car and drove straight down the mountain, only telling me that Hailey wanted to watch the sunrise too and that he would be back in half an hour at most. But I ended up waiting nearly five hours. Suddenly, a rainstorm hit, blowing away the tent. I finished all our food, but he still never returned. My phone worked sporadically. When I finally had a signal, I wasted precious time listening to Benjamin’s explanation. He was enjoying the sunrise with Hailey while I sat alone on the mountain until dawn. Just as I was starting to lose consciousness, I received a message from Benjamin: [Wait, I’ll be there soon.] I found a booth to wait in and sent him my address. But I waited until the rain stopped, and he still didn’t show up. Eventually, a local found me and called the police, and I was taken to the hospital. I had a high fever and a terrible headache. While resting with an IV drip, I saw Benjamin’s updates: [My little fool even misread the navigation on the way home, and now she wants me to pick her up.] Hailey replied: [You’re my navigation, always finding me when I’m lost.] I couldn’t help but sneer and hit like on his post. But soon after, I refreshed my feed and saw that Benjamin had deleted the post. Hailey commented with a crying emoji under another of his posts. Once I finished the last bag of fluids, I took a taxi home. I ordered takeout, asking the delivery guy to leave it at the door, and then fell asleep on the couch, feeling dizzy. Suddenly, there was a loud rap on the door.

The noise felt like it was pounding in my brain. I opened the door angrily, assuming it was the delivery guy. “Didn’t I tell you to leave it at the door?” To my surprise, I was met with a slap. “Cynthia Watkins! What the hell are you yelling about? Hailey doesn’t owe you anything!” It was Benjamin, followed closely by Hailey, whose eyes were red and who was holding the takeout I had ordered, looking vulnerable. Benjamin snapped, “I told you to wait for me, but you left. Hailey and I looked for you for ages! “Look at her, she’s soaked. This is all your fault.” As he said this, he took the new coat I had bought and draped it over Hailey. She entered naturally, changing into a pair of slippers that belonged to her. Benjamin had bought a pair of light yellow slippers with bunny ears for our home. I thought they were for me, wearing them when I got home. But Benjamin was furious, scolding me and buying Hailey an identical pair. “The bunny ears are so cute! Thanks, Benji,” Hailey said. She did have a lovely smile. But I just felt sick watching it. She walked to the table, naturally placing my takeout down before digging in. “That’s my food!” I shouted. Benjamin took off his coat and looked at me with irritation. “It’s just food. Why are you making a fuss? Hailey got drenched in the rain looking for you. What’s wrong with sharing? “Go grab some cold medicine and make her some vanilla pudding. Hailey’s delicate, and she might catch a cold.” Hailey nodded, smiling, and as she tasted my pudding, she frowned, saying it was too sweet and not as good as her own. Benjamin chimed in, saying I always tried but never succeeded at anything. My head hurt so much. I approached Hailey, snatched the soup I ordered, and dumped it over her head. “This should warm you up,” I sneered. Benjamin shoved me away, and since I was so weak, I fell to the floor. He stepped over my hand, grabbed my bath towel and pajamas, and handed them to Hailey. “Go wash up.” He then closed the bathroom door and turned to face me. I stood up and slapped him before he could say anything. “Who gave you the right to give my things to her? Do you have no shame?” He grabbed my wrist and pressed it against the wall. “I paid for everything in this house. I can give them to whoever I want. You use my money for everything, and now you hit me? “Hailey is far more mature and understanding than you. She put up with your nonsense without complaint, and here you are making a scene. Aren’t you embarrassed?” His grip was so tight it left bruises on my wrist. Finally, Hailey emerged from the bathroom, wearing my pajamas, and whimpered, “Benji, Elyse just called me and invited you and Hailey to the bar.” “Hailey, I know you’re upset. I’ll never ask Benji to spend time with me again, even when I’m feeling lost and helpless.” She held my hand, promising over and over. Elyse? Those rich people never invited me anywhere. Even if I went, they’d find a way to ditch me and wouldn’t think to include me in their plans. I weakly waved my hands. “Just go away! I’m tired.” Benjamin ignored my feeble protests and roughly pulled me up from the bed. “I’ll take you to the hospital. If you’re okay, you can join them. I’m tired of hearing you complain that I never take you out.” “I said no!” I struggled, but he still dragged me to the car. I sat in the back seat. Hailey, in the passenger seat, pointed at a note that read “For Hailey Only” that she had placed there, grinning. “Benji, I was just joking, but you actually put it on.” “It’s just a post, and you’re already so happy?” Benjamin chuckled.

Hailey nodded. “We girls love a bit of formality. Right, Cynthia?” She shot me a provocative look. The fever that had just begun to fade started to flare up again. I gritted my teeth and retorted, “Pigs get tagged before they’re sent to the slaughter. I didn’t think you were one of them.” The car fell silent. Hailey lowered her gaze, not saying a word. After a moment, she pulled out the nail clippers she always carried with her and began tearing up the note, mumbling apologies as she did. Her actions grew increasingly loud, and the noise started to get on my nerves, so I put on my headphones and tuned her out. Benjamin kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. Surprisingly, he ignored whether Hailey was getting sick and said, “Hailey, Cynthia was in a pretty serious condition. I’m taking her to the hospital first.” “Okay! Cynthia’s health comes first,” Hailey replied. Benjamin drove me to the hospital. My condition had worsened from the constant stress caused by him and Hailey, and I was now suffering from pneumonia. The doctor’s emergency notice changed from a simple infusion to a hospital observation. Hailey was reluctant to stay in the hospital. She kept checking her phone, looking anxious as if someone was constantly messaging her. “If you want to go hang out with your friends, go ahead,” Benjamin said to her. “I’ll stay here with Cynthia.” Hailey shook her head, her face a mask of distress. “Taking care of someone is tiring. I can’t just leave you alone. If Cynthia needs anything, I’ll be right there.” Upon hearing that, Benjamin gently caressed her face. Hailey actually cried out of grievance. It was as if the seriously ill person wasn’t me but her, and the one who was truly hurt wasn’t me but her. Benjamin seemed to feel the same way. He murmured apologies and hugged her to comfort her. I was the only victim in this absurd love triangle. In the end, Benjamin left my side to join Hailey at a party. When the nurse came to reapply my dressing, she called out repeatedly, but I had fallen asleep. It was nearly dawn when I was jolted awake by the strong smell of alcohol. As I opened my eyes slowly, I saw two figures nearly entwined together. Hailey’s fingers were running through Benjamin’s hair, and his neck was covered in her hickeys. They had carried on from my hospital room into the hallway, oblivious to everything until the nurse finally spoke up, telling them to stop. Tristan, the doctor treating me, couldn’t help but chuckle and asked, “Is that your husband?” I nodded. He looked down and smirked, “Wow, you’re really generous. They’ve practically turned your ward into a hotel, and you just let them get on with it.” “So, should I be applauding? I’m way too weak for that,” I replied dryly. He fell silent and glanced around my bedside, which was bare—no food, no drink, and no one to care for me. Then he handed me his number. “Call me if you need anything.” During my hospital stay, Benjamin barely showed up. He only sent me a message telling me to let him know if I felt unwell and that he’d come by as soon as he could. But when I tried to reply, my message wouldn’t go through. He had also blocked me on all social media. Even when I went to pay my hospital bill, I discovered that all my money had been drained from my account, leaving me with just ten dollars. In the end, I had to borrow money from Tristan to cover the hospital bills. Meanwhile, Hailey updated her Instagram, posting about her vacation with Benjamin on a nearby island, staying in luxury hotels. I recognized the bag she was carrying as mine, and the swimsuit she wore was one I had bought but never had the chance to use. Benjamin had even showered her with a truckload of flowers. This was all my money. When I was discharged, I received a message from Hailey: [Don’t come near Benji unless absolutely necessary. He thinks you’re disgusting.] I called the police. “Hello, I’d like to report a theft. Someone has stolen my property and used my bank card.”

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Three years in prison for Jackson. As I stepped out of the jail, he was celebrating his third wedding anniversary with our son, Barry Gellar, and his beloved, Rebecca Perez. On the giant screen, Barry passionately kissed Rebecca, proclaiming, “I’m proud to have such a great mom.” I turned to Jackson, questioning, “If Rebecca’s his mom, then what am I?” Jackson accused me of being jealous, “What’s a little sacrifice for our son?” Suddenly, I felt utterly tired. As I handed him the divorce papers, Jackson asked with a frown, “Is this really about that little thing?” “Yes, it is. I don’t want you or our son anymore!” … On the day I stepped out of prison, I tossed aside everything I had—except for a single photograph of our little family from three years ago. As I finally walked through those heavy doors, the long-awaited sunlight kissed my face, and the air felt fresh and full of life. I stood there, soaking it all in, yet the hours stretched on from morning to evening without a sign of Jackson. When the prison guard finished their shift and took me to the city, she tried to reassure me, “You’ll be okay. Your family might take some time to adjust, but it’ll get better.” I nodded, the city’s neon lights blinding me as I tilted my head skyward to glance at the huge screen across the river. “Three, two, one…” The countdown echoed in my ears as familiar faces filled the screen. There was Jackson standing beside Rebecca, my son Barry grasping Rebecca’s hand tightly. A reporter below shouted, “Ms. Perez, you just won the Ruby Design Awards Gold Medal! What do you have to say?” With composure and grace, Rebecca faced the camera, her smile radiant. “I’m thrilled! And I must thank my wonderful husband and son.” The reporter nodded appreciatively, saying, “Ms. Perez is indeed a fantastic wife and mother! We’d love to hear from your family!” Barry jumped at the chance, grabbing the microphone. “Let me speak! I’m so proud to have such an amazing mom!” The camera shifted to Jackson. “And how about you, sir? Your actions say more than any words could!” A stir of excitement rippled through the crowd as someone jovially shouted, “Hey, isn’t today your three-year anniversary?” “Give her a kiss, give her a kiss!” came the chant. Amidst the cheers, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. Jackson seemed hesitant at first, but Rebecca leaned in, clearly unbothered by the attention. Barry gave Jackson a playful push, practically forcing him into Rebecca’s arms for a passionate kiss. I thought, “My brave boy—what a wingman! Deep inside, he must surely be thinking even more highly of his new mom, right?” Three years is neither a short nor a long time—it felt long enough that my longing for them made the days drag on like years but short enough that hopes for the future slipped right through my fingers like grains of sand. I had dreamt countless times of the moment we would embrace again, but the reality was quite different—it was them sharing that joy, not us. After three years behind bars, my family was gone. In this world, I felt like an unwanted ghost. With nowhere left to go, I returned to my grandfather Morton Aniston’s manor. The room was filled with heavy, dusty old furniture, the sun casting a dim light on everything. Morton’s memorial photo stood in a place of honor, looking over me with that ever-stern expression. I crouched before it, overcome with grief. Morton had never approved of Jackson. He once said that his little princess didn’t deserve to suffer alongside another man in tough times. We had fought bitterly about it. I told him that even if he looked down on Jackson, Jackson would soar to great heights. Jackson had that stubborn determination, and he did make something of himself. Then, just as he reached the pinnacle of his career, he was wrongfully accused of contract fraud. I took the fall for him, convinced that as long as Jackson was out there, he’d find a way to clear my name. But after I was incarcerated, he couldn’t find the evidence, and our son kept growing up without either of us. I didn’t know how long I sobbed before sleep eventually claimed me. When I woke again, there they were—Jackson and Barry—standing behind me. Seeing me on the floor, Jackson quickly shed his suit jacket and placed it over my shoulders. His voice held a note of reproach. “We searched all night, and you weren’t home. What are you doing here?” Confused, I lifted my gaze. “Where is my home?” The last time I had seen Jackson was a year ago during a visit. He had stopped coming, saying work was keeping him tied up with too many responsibilities. Barry was staring around at the Aniston manor; his nose crinkled in distaste. “What is this place? It’s filthy!” His gaze landed on me, suspicion in his eyes as he stepped back. “Dad, who is this old lady?”

The last time Jackson brought our son to see me, Barry was just a year old—too young to remember anything. Now, at three, he looked at me as if I were a stranger. Prison didn’t have beauty salons or yoga studios. I managed to keep my body in basic shape, but without proper skincare and with the prison’s enforced hairstyle, I had aged more than I cared to admit. “Barry, say ‘Mommy,’” Jackson urged softly. He shrugged off Jackson’s hand, his face scrunched up in defiance. “She’s not my mom! My mom is Rebecca! The famous designer! This woman doesn’t even wear designer clothes and has no style at all!” Jackson helped me to my feet, but my legs felt numb, and I stumbled right into his arms. Jackson was caught off guard, but his eyes lit up with joy. He stroked my hair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Emilia, prison has certainly softened you.” My body tensed at his words. I mused, “Softened? Is that what he likes gentle women?” But I remembered how Jackson once said he loved my fierce spirit. That fierceness had always been reserved just for him. I never let him stay late at the office—too many late nights would hurt his liver. I forbade him from drinking with clients—it would wreck his stomach. I wouldn’t allow him to revise proposals endlessly—it would strain his eyes. And I definitely wouldn’t let him smoke to fit in with the crowd—it would damage his lungs. Yet, I had forgotten to tell him the one thing I couldn’t stand: him loving someone else because that would break my heart. I pushed Jackson away, quickly lowering my gaze. He misinterpreted my actions as shyness, his smile widening. I was just heartbroken, letting the tears spill silently onto the floor. But I swore this would be the last tear I shed for him. “Shall we go home?” he asked, his voice hopeful. “No, I’ll clean this place up and stay here,” I replied lightly, my meaning crystal clear. Barry, bored and restless, tugged on Jackson’s arm, eager to leave. “Dad, we promised Mom we’d go to the aquarium today to see the sea lions!” I remembered the time when Barry was still in my belly, feeling him kick like a little sea lion. I had told Jackson that once he was born and grown up, we’d take a family trip to the aquarium. Jackson frowned at Barry’s words. “Barry, I’ve told you, this is your mom.” “I don’t want to hear it! She’s not! I only want Rebecca as my mom!” With that, Barry bolted outside. As we rushed after him, the screech of tires echoed, and Barry fell to the ground, crying and clutching his face. “Barry!” In an instant, I dashed toward him, my heart aching at the sight of his scraped knee. But Barry pushed me away with surprising force. I was taken aback—what kind of hatred could a three-year-old muster to shove me like that? His cries grew louder, more desperate. “I want my mom! I want my mom!” Jackson turned away from me, scooping Barry into his arms to comfort him. “Don’t worry. Daddy will take you to find Mommy. We’ll go find Mommy.” At that moment, my mind was a whirlwind. The son I had carried for nine months, the one I had dreamt about day and night, didn’t even recognize me as his mother. It tore at my heart. I mused, “But then again, he is just a child. What does he truly understand? Have I been absent for so long that he has come to see someone else as his mom?” Guilt washed over me. Feeling overwhelmed, I reached out and took Barry from Jackson’s arms. “Sweetheart, don’t cry. Mommy will take you to the hospital, okay? It won’t hurt anymore. I’m sorry, baby.” Barry’s tiny fists pounded against my face, and I felt nothing but numbness. He yanked at my hair with all his strength, shaking my head violently. “I hate you! I hate you! It’s your fault I lost my mommy! Why don’t you just die? Just die!” I looked into Barry’s eyes, and there was no trace of affection—just pure resentment. My feet felt like they were stuck in concrete, frozen in place. Jackson took Barry back, soothing him. “Daddy will take you to find Mommy.” But he wasn’t talking about me. I could no longer hold back my emotions. I grabbed Jackson almost frantically. “If Rebecca is his mom, then what am I?” Jackson’s eyes darkened with anger, tinged with disappointment. “Emilia, what’s the big deal? What’s a little sacrifice for our son?”

Jackson took my hand and gently ushered me into the car, his voice calm but strained, as if he were trying to keep his frustration in check. “Emilia, it’s a lot for him to take in right now. Let’s give it some time, okay?” After a quick check at the hospital revealed Barry was fine, we headed back to their villa. I had some things I needed to collect. At the entrance, Rebecca was anxiously waiting. The moment Barry stepped out of the car, he ran straight to her. She knelt down, concern etched on her face as she examined his injuries, tears welling up in her eyes. “How did this happen? Does it hurt?” Barry wiped away her tears and cupped her face, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’m okay, Mommy. Don’t cry. I want to sleep with you.” He was being so sweet and affectionate, charming Rebecca as he leaned into her. My heart twisted at the sight. My son was so polite and caring, just as I had always hoped he would be. Rebecca stood up and took the items from Jackson’s hands, effortlessly helping him out of his suit jacket, as if she had done this a thousand times before. “Amanda, fetch the stomach-soothing soup and Barry’s milk,” she said, her tone authoritative, as if she were the head of the household. While they basked in their little family moment, I slipped away to the study, searching for my design sketches. After rummaging through drawers and files, I came up empty. Then it hit me. I quickly booted up the computer and searched for “Rebecca’s designs.” One by one, my sketches appeared on the screen, each one an echo of my creativity. In the three years since I’d been locked away, Rebecca had built her career on my stolen work, becoming a renowned designer in the process. I marched downstairs to confront her. “Rebecca, you stole my sketches, didn’t you?” Her gaze darted away, and she forced a sheepish smile before shifting her eyes to Jackson. I didn’t understand what that meant until he spoke up, “I gave them to Rebecca.” His calm delivery of those words felt like a punch to the gut, and there wasn’t a hint of remorse on his face. “Emilia, those sketches are useless in your hands,” I insisted, my voice rising. “Useless? Why would you say that?” My heart ached at the thought of my hard work being dismissed. Jackson exhaled sharply, reaching out as if to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. I instinctively brushed his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” He knew better than anyone how passionate I was about jewelry design. Each sketch was a piece of my soul, crafted after countless sleepless nights and bursts of inspiration. If it weren’t for the time I spent in prison to cover for him, I’d be at the pinnacle of the design world by now. “Emilia, face the facts. Who’s going to celebrate a criminal as a designer?” he said, his voice laced with a mix of empathy and hard truth. I had traced Jackson’s face with my fingers countless times in prison, yet now, I barely recognized him. “And what about you? Isn’t stealing my designs just as criminal? I want a public apology from you, a joint statement admitting you took my sketches, or I’ll go public myself.” Jackson grasped my hand, trying to pull me back from the brink. “Come on, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Those sketches don’t have names on them. Anyone can use them. Plus, can you really bear to let people know your son’s mother is a convict? Have you thought about his future? “Tomorrow, I’ll ask Amanda to leave. You can stay home and take care of things. You can always be Barry’s mom at home, right?” “What about outside?” I shot back. Jackson stood there, visibly disappointed, his eyes downcast. “Emilia, does the outside world really matter that much? I’m not the same Jackson anymore. Our son needs a resume he can be proud of.” So Barry’s resume hinged on having a CEO dad and a renowned designer mother. Once one person had been in prison, they expected him to live in the shadows forever. I forced a wry smile. I felt a mix of sorrow and fury well up inside me, leaving me speechless. I mused, “Who is truly fixated on appearances here?” Rebecca walked over to Jackson and spoke softly, “Maybe I should just head out.” “No need for that,” Jackson and I replied simultaneously, the absurdity of our shared response hanging in the air. “I’m leaving,” I declared, turning on my heel. Behind me, Rebecca sounded remorseful. “I’ll talk to Emilia. You two don’t need to fight because of me…” Jackson snapped, “That has nothing to do with you. Does she think she’s still the old Emilia? She can’t even see how far she’s fallen!” After I inserted my SIM card, my phone buzzed with the first incoming call. “Is this Ms. Aniston? Your grandfather has left you an inheritance.”

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