Author: Momo Chan

What was it like to find out your husband’s mistress was nine months pregnant? “Lily, let’s have two kids, one boy, one girl. How does that sound?” In my dream, I heard that familiar voice again, so warm and comforting it almost felt like paradise. But when I opened my eyes, the reality hit hard. The dark ceiling above seemed to press down, suffocating me with its weight. Jason Turner, next to me, pulled me closer, his face nestled into my neck, his slow, even breaths brushing against my skin. For a moment, I was still caught between the dream and reality. And then, right on cue, his phone lit up on the nightstand. The password was the day we got married. Just as I thought, it was a message from his lover, Brittany Cole. [Jason, I had my check-up today! Look at the baby’s picture!] Attached was an ultrasound. I could clearly see the fully-formed baby, the tiny, fragile life practically jumping off the screen, leaving a mark I couldn’t erase. This wasn’t the first time I’d stumbled across her texts. Just last week, I saw a message from an unknown number telling Jason she was nine months pregnant. I didn’t say anything then, and by the next day, he had already deleted it. [Still awake?] Jason must have noticed the light from his phone because he stirred slightly, mumbling as he pulled me closer. I turned to look at him. He was still asleep, his arm resting possessively over my stomach, like we were the perfect couple. For a moment, I was lost in thought. Our marriage had been a whirlwind. On paper, Jason was the ideal catch with a great family, successful career, and attractive appearance. Though cold and distant, he was always polite. During our first meeting, he was blunt. He wasn’t interested in love and wouldn’t have even come to meet me if his parents hadn’t pushed him. He made it clear that work came first, and while he couldn’t promise love, he could provide a comfortable life. If that was enough for me, we could go through the motions. It all seemed so perfect at the time. Our families were thrilled, and for the last three years, we had played our roles well. But now, as I lay next to him, his warmth so close, I felt nothing. My hand rested on my chest as I thought back to those three years, and suddenly, it hit me. This life wasn’t what I wanted. The next morning, I woke up like usual, planning to make breakfast, but to my surprise, Jason had already done it. “Come and eat,” he called out casually, his eyes glued to his phone, already immersed in work like nothing had changed. I sat down across from him, watching him for a moment before finally saying, “I want a divorce.” Jason froze mid-scroll, then looked up at me, his brow furrowed. “You went through my phone?” I nodded. “I’ll handle it,” he said flatly, his attention already shifting back to his phone. I kept my gaze on him. “Is there even anything left to handle?” Jason’s expression shifted, and he finally seemed to grasp what I meant. His head snapped up, and he put his phone down, walking over to me. He crouched beside me and took my hand, his voice soft, like he was trying to reason with a child. “Lily, I haven’t seen her since that one time. It was a mistake. I swear.” I just looked at him, saying nothing. Nine months ago, Jason had an affair. It wasn’t some secret that only I knew about. Both of our families had found out. Brittany had sent explicit photos of them together directly to his parents. His mom and dad, being the traditionalists they were, were furious. They didn’t even give me a chance to process anything before dragging both my parents and me into it, publicly shaming him and airing all our dirty laundry. In the chaos, I never really got a chance to feel anger or betrayal. I was too busy being suffocated by everyone else’s expectations. His parents had cried, blaming everything on the shameless mistress, and begged me to forgive him, saying that I should be understanding. My parents weren’t any better. My dad, all serious, kept telling me, “Do you know how hard it is to find a good man with a house, a car, and a steady job? It was just a one-time mistake. Marriage is about compromise.” My mom, with tears running down her face, had gone on a dramatic tirade, saying, “You want a divorce? Are you trying to make me sick with worry? Do you know how embarrassing that would be at your age? Thirty and divorced. What will the neighbors think?” That night, Jason came home looking exhausted, like he’d been through a long lecture from his parents. But when he looked at me, there wasn’t an ounce of guilt on his face. Our marriage had always been more of a partnership than anything else, civil, distant. But that night, it was like something snapped inside him. He held me tight, almost desperately, like he was trying to make up for something. After it was over, he leaned over me, gripping my chin, his voice low and tense. “Lily, let’s be real, this… this is your fault too…” I stared at him, waiting for him to finish. His voice cracked, and instead of continuing, he just pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear, “I’m sorry, babe. I’m so sorry. I was drunk. I thought she was you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” It was the first time he’d ever called me intimately, and I didn’t even know how to react. His apologies swirled around me, but all I could hear was the echo of our parents’ voices, telling me to forgive and forget. In some twisted way, I gave in. I even cried that night, but I let it go. The scandal slowly faded, and life went back to normal. If it hadn’t been for Brittany’s pregnancy, no one would’ve remembered what happened. “Are you serious?” Jason’s voice pulled me back to the present. Seeing my silence, he tried to smile, but it was strained, and his breathing became labored. The warmth in his eyes turned cold, sharp. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight as his voice dropped low, trembling with anger. “Listen to me, Lily. I’m not giving you a divorce. Not now. Not ever. Over my dead body.” With that, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him, leaving me alone in the quiet, empty house.

“Find yourself a husband like Lily’s, tall, handsome, rich, successful, and completely devoted! I’m so envious!” At the company dinner that night, the mood was lively, and the conversation bounced around from topic to topic. Somehow, the discussion turned to me, and one of my single colleagues couldn’t hide her jealousy as she asked how I managed to snag such a great husband. With a slight buzz from the drinks, I smiled and said, “You’ll find your own happiness too.” “Yeah, but will it be as lucky as yours?” they joked, and laughter filled the room. By the end of the night, as we made our way outside, we were greeted by a torrential downpour. While everyone complained about the awful weather, Jason arrived to pick me up. He always looked impressive in his impeccably tailored suit, and tonight was no different. As he got out of the car with an umbrella, he greeted my colleagues with charm and ease, which only made them tease me more. “You’re so lucky, Lily! Your husband even comes to pick you up from work!” “Seriously, we have to watch you two flaunt your relationship while we’re stuck here!” Jason wrapped me in a warm embrace, said his goodbyes, and led me to the car. Once inside, he looked at me with a hint of frustration. “Why did you drink so much?” My head was spinning, and though I heard him clearly, I wasn’t in the mood to engage. When we got home, Jason carefully helped me onto the couch, took off my shoes, and gently washed my face. His movements were a blur, but I forced myself to focus on his figure. The compliments from my colleagues rang in my ears, and I suddenly felt a surge of determination. I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce papers. When Jason came back with the hangover medicine, I handed him the documents. “I don’t want anything,” I said firmly. “This is the agreement I wrote up earlier.” Jason’s face fell instantly. Without a word, he tore the papers into shreds, his frustration evident. “I told you I’d handle this.” I shook my head. “But Jason, I can’t live like this anymore.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked coldly. “Do you even know what you’ll be giving up if you divorce me?” “I know.” His expression grew more troubled. After a tense silence, he said, “Stop making a scene.” He put the medicine down and tried to feed it to me. I refused and continued, “Jason, when we decided to be together, I genuinely wanted to build a life with you. But now, I just can’t accept this.” He looked at me with a deepening frown, his eyes turning red. We hadn’t had any other major issues besides the affair, and my firmness seemed to unsettle him. He had never shown anger towards me before, and this sudden intensity took me by surprise. I tried to lighten the mood, saying, “Honestly, if you’re with her now, the child won’t be a total outcast.” That seemed to set him off. He slammed the hangover medicine onto the floor and grabbed me by the waist, pressing his forehead against mine. “Lily, is your only reason for wanting a divorce my affair?” A shiver ran down my spine, and I dreaded revisiting the painful past. Jason’s face contorted with rage, veins bulging as he seethed, “I’d tear open your chest just to see if your heart is still in there or if it’s gone with that dead man!” His anger was something I had never seen before. This confrontation was far more intense than I expected. I had anticipated some argument, but his reaction was explosive. Even more surprising was the wounded look on his face as he continued, his voice harsh and mocking, “It’s been three years, and you still can’t forget him. How many times have I heard you call his name in your sleep? Tell me, what right do you have to be disgusted with me? What right do you have to ask for a divorce?”

The buzz from the alcohol had completely faded, and my ears were ringing with the impact of Jason’s words, each one slicing through me like a hot knife. In that instant, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tight. Memories I had desperately tried to bury surged back with overwhelming force. “Don’t know how to answer?” Jason sneered. “You think I don’t know anything? By the second year of our marriage, I already knew about your past. I even found that old newspaper about the firefighter who tragically died. His name was Leo Shaw, your childhood friend! I know all about him!” My mind felt like it was going to explode. Jason might have been expecting me to crumble, but strangely, as I looked at him, I started to feel more composed. I was stunned by his rage, which made me feel like I was the one in the wrong. Just then, his phone rang. “Who’s it?” he snapped as he answered. After listening, his expression softened slightly, and he quickly said he had to leave. After hanging up, he turned his back to me, still brimming with anger. “I’ve got urgent business and need to stay late at the office tonight.” He paused, clenched his fist, and said firmly, “Don’t bring up divorce again.” Feeling helpless, I retreated to our room. Seeing the framed photo on the wall reminded me of when we first met. At thirty, I was entering my tenth year of vacillation, still single since Leo’s death. Despite my friends’ jabs about being a perennial singleton, everyone around me seemed to be getting married and having children who were now even starting school. “Do you think Leo would want you to be alone down here?” During that period of relentless matchmaking pressure, my father’s persistent nagging was like sandpaper against my ear. “Dad, that’s kind of creepy,” I would always joke to brush it off. Leo was like a hidden part of my life, something I kept to myself. It was like when people said someone was still alive in your heart even after they were gone. He used to joke that his job required him to be ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good at any moment. Whenever he said that, I’d get all choked up. He’d tap my forehead with a playful grin and say, “I don’t want to die and leave you to marry someone else. That’s just silly.” It took me years to come to terms with his death. In my heart, Leo never really left, and I avoided thinking about him because those memories were too painful. Eventually, I gave in to the relentless ticking of time and the pressure from family and neighbors, and I started to manage my feelings with a bit more grace. So, when my parents, after attending yet another wedding and dramatically insisting I find someone quickly or face the consequences, demanded I get a move on, I agreed. I remember the day of my blind date with Jason. The cherry blossom tree planted outside my house was in full bloom. Leo loved those blossoms. That tree, right by my bedroom window, was his playground. He’d climb it and jump into my room with his trademark cheeky smile. Since his accident, that tree hadn’t bloomed again. But on the day of my date, not only was it covered in flowers, but it also had an abundance of buds. I felt like maybe this date was going to be different. They say countless women have tried their luck with Jason, but I was the lucky one who clicked with him right off the bat. The matchmaker couldn’t stop gloating about how envious the other women were of me. And honestly, she wasn’t wrong. Jason had a house, a car, a hefty bank account, and a prestigious job as a top lawyer. He’d even achieved financial freedom before most people even started thinking about it. And as if that wasn’t enough, he bought me a brand-new house even before we got married. “When we sign the papers, is it okay if I put only my name on the deed?” he asked, worried I might misinterpret his intentions. I shrugged. “It’s your money.” He grinned with confidence as he signed his name. “It doesn’t matter whose name is on the deed. What matters is that we’ll grow old together in this house.” I smiled back. “Of course.” At that moment, I’d made up my mind to move on from Leo. Although the memories still hurt, I knew I was ready to be devoted to Jason for the rest of my life. Time sped by, and three years of marriage had flown by in a heartbeat. I sighed deeply, thinking about Jason’s explosive anger earlier. I decided to call him. “Jason, Leo has been out of my life for thirteen years.” There was silence on the other end. I continued, “When we got married, I was fully committed to our future. I’m devoted to this marriage.” I just needed him to understand that some things couldn’t be compared. After a prolonged silence, Jason’s voice came through, rough and tired. “Can we just move past this?” “No, we can’t.” I heard him breathing heavily, likely smoking. Whenever he was stressed, he’d sigh heavily and retreat to smoke alone. Eventually, his voice came back, heavy with sadness. “Lily, even though we started this as a partnership, I fell in love with you.” The word “love” felt harsh to me. I replied, “You should focus on your work.” Before he could respond, I ended the call. It was only moments later that I realized he had asked one last question. “What about you?” In my mind, I could easily replay the moments we shared. Our relationship was smooth and loving, like when we first moved into our new house. With both of us busy, we hadn’t had time to clean or organize. His parents suggested I quit my teaching job to take up one of their arranged positions so I could manage the home better. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but Jason would come home, shower me with affection, kiss my face, and whisper how much he loved my cooking. “Be good, and accept the arrangement for me.” His affectionate persistence made me give in. “Fine, but my cooking isn’t that great.” He’d playfully tackle me with a teasing grin. “If it’s not good, then I’ll just eat you!” His flirtatious ways were hard to resist. There were countless such moments. He liked me to help him shave, tie his tie, and pick out his clothes. Every little thing was endearing, but I was unsure if I truly loved him. I remember on our second wedding anniversary, someone came by selling insurance. I bought a policy and listed him as the beneficiary. Yes, I tried to love him. But that fragile affection was ultimately shattered by his affair.

This was the first real standoff between Jason and me since we got married. Earlier in the day, I had finished drafting the divorce papers. Just as I was about to send them over, Jason texted, asking me to meet him for lunch at a restaurant near his office. I didn’t refuse. But when I got there and sat down, it wasn’t him waiting for me. Instead, sitting across from me was a young woman with a noticeable baby bump. Her appearance caught me completely off guard. Never in a million years did I expect Jason’s mistress to show up so brazenly. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Brittany spoke first, her voice full of confidence, as if she had every right to be there, like she was the one married to Jason. Honestly, I had only seen her in pictures before, the kind that lived on Jason’s parents’ phone. In person, she looked younger than I imagined. She was just a fresh-faced girl, barely out of college. My eyes lingered on her belly for a split second before I quickly looked away. Brittany lifted her chin, smug and confrontational. “You’ve known about me for a while now. I opened my Twitter just for you, and I know you’ve read my posts.” Every word out of her mouth, every gesture, especially the way she cradled her pregnant belly, was a glaring reminder of Jason’s betrayal. It should have felt like a slap in the face, a reason to fight for what was mine. But strangely, I felt none of that. Months ago, when I first discovered the affair, I was furious, hurt, blindsided. But now, nine months later, I was disturbingly calm. “My family has more money than yours! You think ignoring me will make me go away?” Brittany’s voice grew sharp when she noticed my indifference. She slammed her hand on the table, clearly rattled. “This is all your fault! Now he’s forcing me to get rid of this baby. Do you even care? It’s been nine months! This is a real life we’re talking about, and you’re just standing by, heartless! I hate you!” She was practically shouting, waving her belly in front of me like a badge of honor, trying to pin her problems on me. It was absurd, really. I could see right through her, the cocky bravado of a young woman who thought her youth gave her an edge. She probably believed her age alone made her special, untouchable. But the truth was, I didn’t care. I had no interest in whatever game she was playing or why she came here. I stood up, leaned in just enough to catch her eye, and tapped the table gently in front of her. “Let’s get one thing straight. You’re the mistress here.” To me, she was nothing more than a bad joke, and I’d never had much patience for jokes or for clowns. “Wait, I’m not done yet!” Brittany’s voice trailed behind me as she lunged for my wrist. I wasn’t interested in dragging this out any longer, so I swiftly sidestepped her. She let out a frustrated yelp, but I didn’t bother to turn around. As I made my way to the door, I spotted Jason rushing over, completely out of breath, sweat dripping down his face. The moment he saw Brittany standing behind me, his expression soured. “Jason…” she called out to him softly, her voice trembling as if on the verge of tears. But before she could say anything more, he snapped at her, “Who told you to come here?” It was the kind of messy, public confrontation that Jason had to be dreading. His mistress and wife were meeting face-to-face. What a scene. He couldn’t even look at me. Instead, he strode over, grabbed Brittany by the arm, and tried to drag her away without a word. She resisted, her voice rising in a shaky protest. “What about the baby? You can’t just…” That set off a wave of whispers around the restaurant, and now everyone was staring. Jason’s face darkened with embarrassment as he hissed through gritted teeth, “Shut up!” Brittany fell silent, letting him pull her along as the onlookers continued to murmur. My appetite was long gone. With a sigh, I stood up and made my way out. Jason caught up with me outside, his expression torn between guilt and frustration. He grabbed my arm, his voice urgent. “I was taking her to get rid of the baby. She said she needed time to prepare, so I wasn’t paying attention. That’s when she must’ve gotten into my phone and found out where you were. “I’m sorry. I should’ve handled this better.” His words came out in a rush, panic creeping into his voice. “I’m such an idiot, letting her show up like that. Just give me one day, okay? I swear, she’ll never cross your path again.” He looked genuinely pained, his brow furrowed, exhaustion etched on his face. I believed he meant it, and maybe I should’ve said something in response. But inside, I felt nothing, not even the faintest spark of emotion. It was like I’d gone numb. I wanted to show I was upset or at least give him some kind of reaction, but all I could manage was a sigh. “I’ll send the divorce papers later. I’m going to stay at my parents’ place for a few days.” His expression shifted, frustration taking over as he tightened his grip on my wrist. “Lily, didn’t you hear what I said?” I looked down at his hand, and he noticed, loosening his grip, though he didn’t fully let go. I sighed again, feeling more tired than anything else. “Her social media. It’s all there. I’ve seen everything.” The shock in his eyes was almost comical. He stood there, stunned, as I pressed my lips together, offering him nothing more.

Brittany was right. I knew about her affair with Jason, the whole mess that came up after everyone pushed me to just deal with it. I tried to force myself to forget, so I started surfing the internet. I happened to notice someone had followed my social media account. I had a hunch and clicked on their profile. [I met him during my internship. Even though I knew he was married, a man like him, with all his good qualities, was incredibly tempting to me…] [My first kiss happened after we went out for a business event. I stole a kiss, and he told me not to mention it. Then I pretended to be too drunk to walk, and he carried me. He didn’t refuse, so I knew he had feelings for me…] [The first time we slept together, he was drunk. He kept mumbling about how his wife couldn’t forget her first love and was really upset. I did my best to comfort him that night…] [I know he has a wife, but so what? I’m younger and prettier than she is. If he’s willing to be with me, it means he’s tired of her. I know they were set up by their families. Arranged marriages are never about real feelings…] It was the dead of night, and every word from that post seared itself into my mind. I’d never forget the icy chill that washed over me, the suffocating weight of realizing how hollow my marriage truly was. The betrayal felt like a thorn lodged in my heart, making it impossible to breathe. I laughed bitterly at myself for forgiving Jason, for being placated without a fight, and for nothing about Brittany I found online. When I looked back, Jason was sleeping peacefully on the bed. In that moment, I wanted to wake him up and ask him what it was like with her, where they slept together, how long it lasted, and what he felt facing me afterward. But I didn’t do it. All those thoughts were stuck in the reality where I had made peace with him. The apologies from his parents and the advice from my own felt like a net of curses that trapped me. After that, I occasionally checked Brittany’s social media, but since I reconciled with Jason, she hadn’t posted anything new. I also convinced myself to deactivate my social media account to avoid being further affected. Now, Jason looked deeply shaken by my words. His forehead was lined with veins, and he seemed to age a bit in an instant. His voice trembled as he said, “You’ve always been so kind and understanding. You promised before not to pursue this. Why are you refusing now?” I didn’t know how to answer. He frowned deeply, his gaze steady as he said, “I love you, and I will love only you. I promise no one will treat you as well as I do or give you such a good life. Lily, believe me.” His face was tense, his grip on my hand tightening. I could even feel the sweat on his palms. He leaned in close, his voice soft and soothing like before, “Babe…” At that moment, I realized why I felt nothing. Over the past nine months, I hadn’t truly forgiven him. I was just trapped by those voices, constantly suppressing my feelings until I reached a breaking point. All that was left was numbness and self-healing. I didn’t want to get caught up in his pleading anymore. I said, “Let go. I need to go to work.” He gasped in pain, his eyes red, and reluctantly released me. He pleaded, “Babe, I’ll make this right. Just take some time to calm down.”

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In the fourth year of our life together, Malcolm Nelson’s old flame returned to the country after her divorce. Even worse, I was diagnosed with cancer, and I didn’t have much time left. During the few remaining days, I still tried my best to play the role of Malcolm’s good wife. Until the day I passed away, I did my best to be a good wife. And Malcolm, after reading the journal I left behind, completely broke down.

My college roommate was pregnant and decided to stay in the dorm to carry out her pregnancy. While that was already a bit unconventional, what was worse was the rules she was trying to impose on us. Her husband had been flaunting his presence around, walking into our dorm without a care in the world. To top it off, he even barged into the bathroom while I was showering. This was way beyond what I could tolerate.

My husband, Jeremy Miller, was a renowned pediatrician. Yet, during a raging typhoon, he insisted that our eight-year-old daughter, Mia, deliver fever medication to the daughter of his beloved Fiona Fox. Now, Mia was missing. When I begged him to help find her, he slapped me hard and shouted, “You raised a real piece of work! Just like you—cold-hearted and ruthless! “She didn’t want to take the medicine and just went missing! Do you even realize Megan is suffering from pneumonia because she didn’t get her medication? It’s like you two are conspiring to kill them both! “Mia’s only eight! To think she could come up with such a vicious scheme to win a favor? I’d rather not have a daughter like that!” A mother’s intuition told me that something terrible had happened to my little girl. But Jeremy ignored my desperate pleas, too busy tending to the daughter of his lover. He had no idea that while he was cradling that little girl, administering her medication, and setting up nebulizers, our flesh and blood were trapped in a small suitcase, struggling for breath. *** The city lay in ruins after the typhoon passed through. Exhausted from my shift in the emergency room, I felt my legs were like jelly. I hadn’t even sipped water, but finally, I managed to check my phone for a moment. There it was—a missed call from my daughter. Glancing at the darkened sky, I could only imagine Mia was home alone, scared out of her mind. I tried to call her back, but the line wouldn’t connect. Just then, a WhatsApp message from her popped up: [Mom, Ms. Fox and Megan are both running fevers. They don’t have any anti-inflammatory or fever-reducing medicine at home, and Dad wants me to bring them some.] Fiona. The mere mention of her name made my stomach churn. She was the love of my husband Jeremy’s life. A year ago, she divorced, leaving her without support. In a moment of misplaced compassion, Jeremy helped her rent an apartment in the neighborhood right next to ours. Ever since then, it felt like Jeremy had two homes. As a pediatrician, he was already pressed for time, leaving little for me and Mia. With Fiona and her daughter around, we barely saw him at all. I checked the timestamp on Mia’s message—it was sent two hours ago, right when the typhoon was making landfall. I thought, “In this kind of weather, Jeremy expected Mia to go out on her own? To deliver fever medicine to Fiona?” I was shaking with rage. Just as I was about to call Mia again, a loud crash echoed outside. A massive tree was uprooted by the wind, and the torrential rain shattered the hospital’s windows. The muddy downpour swept inside, soaking everything in its path. People around me screamed and scattered, and I stumbled, getting knocked into a corner by the force of the rain. My chest felt tight and painful, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on it. I scrambled to my feet. I couldn’t even bear to think about how Mia would cope if she were caught in such chaos. With trembling hands, I dialed her number twice more. Each time, the cold, mechanical voice reminded me that the user was unavailable. Seeing the apocalyptic scene outside, I quickly called Jeremy. But the phone rang and rang—over ten times—without an answer. Frustrated, I took a brief leave from the emergency department and sprinted toward the pediatrics ward. The rain was relentless, and the hospital corridors were slick with water. I slipped and fell three or four times before finally spotting Jeremy’s busy figure in his office. Ignoring my disheveled appearance, I grabbed his arm. Worry for Mia turned my voice into a shaky plea. “Jeremy, in this weather, you sent our daughter to deliver medicine to Fiona?” He turned around, giving me a cold stare. “When I let Mia go, the rain wasn’t this heavy.” “But she’s only eight! Even if the rain wasn’t bad then, the wind was fierce! She only weighs forty pounds! How could you let her go out like that? “I can’t reach Mia now; what do you suggest we do?” Given our unpredictable work hours, Mia often went without meals, which was why, at nearly nine years old, she barely weighed forty pounds. Jeremy shook off my hand in irritation. “Ada, what are you doing? Mia agreed to deliver the medicine, but she didn’t even leave the house! You’ve taught her to lie better than anything else! “Mia has always been closest to you. She probably told you about my call asking her to deliver the medicine, and you encouraged her to pretend to go while she hid, right?” I was at a loss. “What are you talking about? I’ve been busy and have only just seen her WhatsApp message. By the time I tried to call, it was already disconnected. “Jeremy, we need to find our daughter! Something must have happened to Mia!” Thinking about our daughter, lost somewhere, her little body soaking in the cold rain, I froze from head to toe. My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground, begging Jeremy to help me find our daughter. But Jeremy slapped me hard across the face, his voice a bitter tirade. “Ada, what are you trying to prove by making a spectacle of yourself? Trying to guilt-trip me, are you? “You raised a real piece of work! Just like you—cold-hearted and ruthless! She didn’t want to take the medicine and just went missing! Do you even realize Megan is suffering from pneumonia because she didn’t get her medication? It’s like you two are conspiring to kill them both! “Mia’s only eight! To think she could come up with such a vicious scheme to win a favor? I’d rather not have a daughter like that!” He went on, passionately accusing our daughter of immorality. That was when I noticed Fiona sitting behind him, gently cradling Megan in her arms.

Fiona sat there in a beige, lightweight jacket and white wide-leg pants. Her hair was loosely tied up and a bit messy, and her face bore the unmistakable worry of a mother. Yet, she didn’t look the least bit frazzled. Then I glanced at myself. My lab coat was caked with mud and stained with the blood of patients I had treated. A branch had scratched my neck, and my hands were swollen from the falls. I looked down and realized I was even missing a shoe. Fiona pressed her lips, her gaze flickering with a hint of mockery. She spoke slowly, “Ada, don’t worry. Mia didn’t come to deliver the medicine. By the timeline, she should have arrived within fifteen minutes, but we waited half an hour without seeing her. “When we tried to call her again, the line was dead. “We had no choice but to take the risk and come to the hospital. “Luckily, we ran into a kind stranger who was on his way to the hospital with his mom, and he offered us a ride. “Otherwise, with Megan’s fever hitting 103 degrees, I can’t even imagine what would have happened if Jeremy hadn’t saved her.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her five-year-old daughter, Megan Fox, reached out her tiny hand to wipe her mother’s tears, only to start crying herself. To anyone watching, it was a heartbreaking scene. And for Jeremy, who only had eyes for Fiona, it was even harder to bear. He quickly grabbed some tissues and leaned in to wipe the tears from both mother and daughter’s faces. Then he turned to me, urgency in his voice. “Ada, the emergency room needs all hands on deck right now. What are you doing just standing there? Get back to work!” I stood frozen, unable to move, taking in the warmth of the moment before me. I couldn’t remember the last time Jeremy interacted with Mia and me like that. Just this morning, when we received the call about mandatory overtime due to the typhoon, Jeremy hadn’t shown an ounce of concern for Mia. I could see the fear in Mia’s eyes, but being the sweet girl she was, she leaned in and kissed me. “Mom, you and Dad go save the patients. I’ll be good.” My heart ached, and tears began to fall. I asked, “How about you come with me to the hospital?” Jeremy shot me down immediately. “The hospital is a mess right now with the storm. Why would you bring her there? She’s been fine at home before; stop worrying!” Both of us were medical professionals, and Mia had often stayed home alone since she was six. Mia, sensing the tension, waved her hands at me. “Mom, it’s okay! I can stay home by myself. I have my teddy bear to keep me company. I’m not scared!” Her bravery made my heart twist with guilt, and I hugged her tightly. “Sweetheart, once the storm passes, your dad and I will take you to the amusement park, okay?” “Yay!” Mia clapped her hands, her voice brightening up the room. Summer was almost over, and she hadn’t gotten a single outing with either of us. She looked up at her dad, her eyes sparkling with hope. But Jeremy scoffed, saying, “What amusement park? What’s so fun about that?” He then urged me to hurry downstairs. I fought to suppress my anger, reminding Mia to secure the doors and windows and unplug everything, telling her not to go outside. Jeremy’s dismissive comment had left disappointment and hurt etched on her face. Yet, just two seconds later, Mia was all smiles, playfully pushing me toward the door and calling me naggy. Such a considerate child only made my heart ache more. Once we got downstairs, I couldn’t help but confront Jeremy. “Since the amusement park isn’t all that fun, why did you still choose to take Fiona and Megan?” Last weekend, after finally managing to schedule a day off, he had promised to take Mia fishing. But one phone call from Fiona had swept him away instead. That day, I scrolled through Fiona’s social media and saw the pictures. Jeremy had taken the two of them to the amusement park and even bought Fiona a birthday cake. Fiona’s caption read: [As a kid, my dream was to celebrate my birthday at an amusement park, and today it finally came true! Being surrounded by my favorite people is the best birthday gift!] I felt my fingers go cold as I exited WhatsApp, not wanting Mia to see those pictures. But Jeremy turned the tables on me. “Why do you always feel the need to compete with Fiona? She went through a divorce, and celebrating her birthday alone must be tough. What’s wrong with showing her some kindness? “You’re both mothers, so how can you show her no compassion?” My heart sank like the weather after a storm. The argument ended on a sour note between us. Now, Fiona, the catalyst of our fight, was watching me as I sat there, frozen in despair. She tilted her head and smiled sweetly at me, “Ada, Jeremy needs to focus on helping Megan with her nebulizer. Please try not to disturb him. “Maybe Mia’s phone just died. Can you stop making a big deal out of this?”

Fury ignited within me, and I felt like a lion ready to pounce on Fiona. “Fiona, are you seriously calling me an overreactor? What kind of nonsense is that? My daughter is missing because she went to deliver fever medicine to you, and you don’t feel an ounce of guilt? You have the nerve to say I’m overreacting? “Right now, you’re snuggled up with your daughter, feeding her milk, feeling all cozy. But have you even thought about where my Mia is? Is she wrapped in warmth? Does she have milk to drink?” Fiona gasped, her eyes wide with shock, but I couldn’t even lay a finger on her because Jeremy had a firm grip on my arm. My anger was spiraling out of control. I clutched Jeremy’s arm, wishing I could bite him. “Jeremy, let’s go find our daughter. Now!” He stepped back, grabbing my hand and shoving me away. “Ada, can you stop acting like a crazy person? I’ve told you. Mia is just hiding. Can’t you understand plain language?” At this point, Fiona’s tears began to flow. She trembled, hiding behind Jeremy, peeking out. “Ada, I was just trying to comfort you. I know you’re upset with Jeremy for taking care of us, but you can’t use Mia as an excuse to lash out at him!” As she spoke, she held her child close, trying to maintain her composure. “Jeremy, since Ada has misunderstood, we’ll just head to the IV room and won’t bother you any longer.” Jeremy, clearly irritated, turned around and pushed her back into her seat. The commotion made Megan start crying again. Jeremy roared, “Ada, are you made of stone? This little girl has pneumonia and a high fever, and you’re here screaming like a banshee. What do you want, to scare the poor kid into a fit?” My heart sank. This man, my husband, the father of my daughter, was more concerned about someone else’s child than his own. I realized begging him was futile. I was shaking, torn between worrying about Mia and the rage building inside me at this ridiculous couple. I pulled out my phone, ready to call the police. “Fine, Jeremy, if you don’t care, I’ll call the cops to handle this.” But just as I dialed the second number, Fiona rushed over, shoving Megan into Jeremy’s arms. She gripped my hand tightly. “Ada, just calm down for a second. “The storm outside is fierce, and the police are swamped. Let’s not waste public resources on something so minor.” Jeremy held Megan tightly and laughed mockingly. “Ada, who do you think you are? The whole city is dealing with missing persons, and Mia’s been gone for only two hours. You really think the police will jump to help you? “She’s probably just at home! What are you making a fuss about? Go ahead and call the cops! If they find Mia at home, I can’t wait to see how you’ll explain that!” I was furious. But their comments made me reconsider. Maybe contacting the property management would be faster than calling the police. I shoved past Fiona and dialed the property office, but no one picked up. Thinking quickly, I scrolled through my contacts and found the number for my upstairs neighbors. Usually, Jeremy and I were too busy to interact much with them, so the only ones I could reach out to were a middle-aged couple living above us. Once, the husband had an accident at home, and when his wife called for help in our building group, I happened to be home. I rushed up to help with some basic first aid and even called for an ambulance. Later, they brought us fruit twice to thank us. Our neighbor’s phone rang almost immediately. When she learned that we had left our daughter home alone, her anger bubbled over. “Your daughter is so young! You two really have a lot of nerve!” I didn’t dare to argue. Instead, I pleaded with her to come downstairs and knock on our door. She knocked for two minutes straight, but there was no response from inside. My heart raced, and feeling utterly helpless, I shared the door code with her, asking her to go inside and check if everything was okay. The neighbor lady quickly initiated a video call. On the screen, I watched as she and her husband scoured every corner of our home, even rifling through the closet and peeking behind the curtains. Still, there was no sign of Mia. Then, I caught a glimpse of the table. Next to an open homework notebook lay the medicine box, with scattered pills strewn about. It was clear. Mia had taken the medication and left. But she hadn’t come back.

I hung up the video call and turned to Jeremy. “Jeremy, are you really not going to help me look for Mia?” He had watched the video, too, clearly taken aback by what he saw. His silence spoke volumes. At that moment, Fiona leaned down to check Megan’s forehead, and her face suddenly filled with panic. “Jeremy, what do we do? Megan’s fever seems to be getting worse!” Without a second thought, Jeremy rushed over, grabbing the ear thermometer and aiming it at Megan’s ear. He murmured, “One hundred and five degrees… If it gets any worse, we might have to admit her.” Fiona’s lips quivered, and she leaned against Jeremy, her voice trembling. “Jeremy, what if something happens to Megan? I’m scared.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, speaking gently, “Don’t worry, I’m here. Megan will be fine.” Fiona nodded, biting her lip. “Jeremy, don’t leave us…” I felt a wave of nausea wash over me at her words. Jeremy shot me a disdainful look. “Look, Ada, Mia took the medicine and left, but she didn’t go to deliver it. She knows she messed up, so she’s probably hiding. “Did you see that? Megan’s burning up! If Mia had delivered the medicine sooner, she wouldn’t be this sick. Thank goodness she ran into someone who brought them here; otherwise, if they were still out on the street, who knows what could’ve happened?” My lips felt numb, and my words began to slur. “Jeremy, have you even considered that Mia might be out there, trying to come home but can’t?” He scoffed, saying, “She’s eight years old, Ada. You think she’s that naive? She’s definitely hiding somewhere safe. “She’s probably just trying to avoid punishment, maybe playing games on her phone right now.” I was frantic. “But her phone is unreachable!” “Maybe she switched it to airplane mode. She can’t receive calls, but that doesn’t stop her from playing offline games.” I forced a wry smile. “So, all those times I tried calling you and couldn’t get through, you were just playing games with Fiona on airplane mode, huh?” His face fell at my accusation, but he put on a brave front, trying to sound authoritative. “Ada, I’m a doctor. My patients are unstable, and I can’t just abandon them to go look for a daughter who’s hiding on purpose!” Disappointment washed over me, nearly making me faint. Just then, Megan, who had been sleeping, suddenly convulsed and started calling out, “Mia! Mia! Don’t die!” I felt a jolt of realization. I rushed over, cupping Megan’s small face in my hands. “Megan, sweetie, tell me, you saw Mia today, didn’t you?” Her feverish face was flushed, her eyes glazed over. She nodded weakly. My heart raced with hope. “Megan, please tell me where you saw Mia!” But before I could finish my sentence, Fiona swept in, clutching her child and backing away in a panic. “Ada, what are you doing? Can’t you see Megan is delirious? Why would you scare her like that?” I pointed at her daughter. “Megan just said she saw Mia today! Fiona, tell me the truth—did Mia deliver the medicine? Where did she go afterward?” Fiona backed into a corner, her expression frantic. She didn’t even notice that Megan’s IV had come loose. “Ada, I told you. Megan is just talking nonsense because of her fever! Mia never came looking for us. Why won’t you believe me?” Megan’s blood began to drip from her small hand onto the floor, and Jeremy rushed forward, panic etched on his face, pressing down to stop the bleeding. He, usually so composed, shouted for a nurse to come and help. Then he turned to me, his voice sharp. “Can you please stop making this worse? Get back to your post! There are patients waiting for you!” I told Jeremy, word by word, under his disdainful gaze, “Jeremy, I’m a mother first, then a doctor. If I can’t protect my own daughter, who in their right mind would trust me with their loved ones?” His face flashed between red and pale. Around us, chaos erupted as the nurse tended to Megan, stopping the bleeding and redoing her IV. Then she gently tugged at my sleeve, handing me a pair of flat shoes. Her eyes spoke volumes of sympathy. “Dr. Johnson, you’ve only got one shoe left, and your foot is bleeding. Please take care of your wound and put on some proper shoes.” I thanked her softly, ignoring the little injuries on my foot, and slipped on the shoes. At that moment, I vowed that once I found Mia, I would shed Jeremy like those discarded shoes. Suppressing the simmering anger inside, I dialed David Federer, the head of the emergency department. As soon as he picked up, he shouted, “Ada, you need to hurry back! We’ve got too many patients here!” Overwhelmed, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. David paused, clearly taken aback. “What’s wrong?” I glanced back at Jeremy, who was cradling Megan in his arms, soothing her through the nebulizer. I sobbed into the phone. “Dr. Federer, Mia’s gone.” I briefed him on the whole situation. Without hesitation, David decided I should go find Mia. After a moment, he added, “Ada, it’s too dangerous out there. Come back first and take my SUV!” Once I had the keys in hand, I made the call to the police. But the operator informed me that due to the typhoon, they were overwhelmed with calls, and there was no telling when they’d get to mine. All they could do was take down my information and advise me to report back immediately if I found Mia. Just then, my neighbor upstairs called.

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My daughter, Ashley Moore, and I were involved in a serious car accident, and the driver who hit us was none other than Scarlett Bullock, the woman my husband, Mark Moore, had feelings for. When Mark arrived, instead of being a worried dad, he, as a doctor, chose to help Scarlett’s son. Ashley was rushed to the ER and was in critical condition. She asked for her dad in a faint voice. I called him many times before he finally answered. “Mark, Ashley’s been in an accident. She needs you…” He coldly replied, “Are you done causing drama? You’re such a terrible mother!” A week later, Mark showed up at a gathering with Scarlett and casually asked, “Where’s Ashley?” Holding Ashley’s ashes, I approached him, filled with sorrow. “Right here.” *** “Mom, I feel so sick… Ahem…” My daughter sobbed in my arms, her face and body riddled with shards of glass, some of which were dangerously lodged in her throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I dared not touch her, terrified that any wrong move would put her in more danger. “Ashley, don’t be scared. I’ve called the police. The doctors are on their way!” Moments before, we had been in a normal routine when a car crash changed everything. My husband’s lover, Scarlett, was the one behind the wheel. I was driving straight, and she came barreling toward us in the wrong lane. Before long, I heard the wailing of the sirens approaching in the distance. When I saw the man leading the charge, relief washed over me—it was my husband, Mark. The impact had crumpled the car beyond recognition, and the door was jammed shut. Desperately, I reached through the shattered window, stretching my hand toward him. “Mark, please save Ashley!” But to my horror, Mark bypassed me entirely, sprinting straight to Scarlett, who was on the ground. I could only watch helplessly as he worked to revive her and her son. Tears streamed down Ashley’s face, her voice filled with pain. “Mom, it hurts. Didn’t Daddy say he’s a hero in a white coat? Why is he helping them and not me? Does Daddy not love me anymore?” I gently stroked her flushed cheeks, swallowing my heartbreak. “Ashley, don’t cry. Someone will come to help us! You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Ashley was taken into the operating room, and I paced nervously outside, worry gnawing at my insides. Scarlett’s son was wheeled into the adjacent surgical suite, creating a surreal parallel between our lives. Moments later, a nurse burst out of the OR, her face pale. “This is bad. The patient’s condition is critical. We need Dr. Moore for the surgery; it’s the only chance we’ve got!” The staff all knew about my relationship with Mark, which was why they were sharing this grim news with me. Without wasting a moment, I dialed Mark’s number. It rang through, but he hung up on me. I tried again. Finally, his voice came through, laced with irritation. “Felicity, are you kidding me right now? Do you know I’m in the middle of saving a life?” “Mark, Ashley’s in surgery, and the situation is dire. They said having you do the operation increases her chances,” I urged, my voice trembling. “Are you done making a scene? Cursing your own daughter? How can you be such a terrible mother!” Mark shot back, his tone icy. He ended the call, cutting me off without a second thought. I dialed again, but this time, it went straight to voicemail. I couldn’t believe it. Even though I had been the one taking care of Ashley since the day she was born, he was still her biological father! Then, I caught sight of movement nearby. Mark was pushing Scarlett’s son into the rescue room. Ignoring everything else, I charged toward him, my eyes blazing with pain and frustration. I grabbed his arm. “If you don’t save Ashley, I swear, I’ll file for divorce!” Without warning, Mark shoved me to the ground. “If you want to throw a tantrum, take it home! This is a hospital!”

I slumped to the floor, helplessly watching as Mark rushed Scarlett’s son into the operating room. Scarlett stood to the side, a smug smile plastered across her face, with no trace of worry for her child. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and ridicule that only fueled my anger. I had no time to waste on her smugness. I sprinted back to the surgical waiting area, demanding that the nurses find another surgeon to operate on Ashley. The nurse, trying to comfort me, said, “It wasn’t a wise choice to have Dr. Moore perform the surgery. Emotions can cloud judgment and worsen the patient’s condition. Don’t lose hope; there are other amazing doctors at this hospital.” I returned to the waiting room, but it wasn’t long before a doctor handed me a grim prognosis. He informed me that Ashley had only a few days left, suggesting I gather any family members who needed to say their goodbyes. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Ashley was just ten years old! Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. How could this happen to my sweet girl? Ashley was wheeled into the recovery room, attached to a multitude of tubes and wires. She didn’t wake up that first day, and all I could do was stare at the irregular beeping of the heart monitor, feeling like my heart was breaking into pieces. My parents, Vincent and Amanda Aniston, and my brother, Logan, rushed to my side. I’d informed Mark’s parents of what was happening, but they didn’t show up. I knew they looked down on me for not giving them a grandson; I could feel their disdain every time they glanced at Ashley. I never expected that in a moment so dire, they would choose to stay away completely. My parents were beside themselves with grief. Amanda even fainted from the overwhelming sadness. But then, the following day, something miraculous happened—Ashley opened her eyes. I rushed to her side, holding her frail hand tightly. “Ashley, it’s Mom. Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.” She struggled to breathe, her gaze darting around the room. “Where’s Daddy? I want Daddy!” My heart shattered all over again. Tears streamed down my face as I reluctantly called Mark. But I was met with the cold sound of my call being blocked. In desperation, I asked Logan to call him. Logan put the call on speaker, his tone urgent. “Mark, Ashley is in critical condition. Where the hell are you?” Unexpectedly, Mark didn’t respond to Logan. Instead, he laid into me. “Felicity, how long are you going to keep this drama going? You want to drag your brother into this now? Do you think that threatening me with divorce is going to make me compromise? I’m a doctor. I don’t have time for your games. I need to save my patients!” With that, he hung up, leaving us in stunned silence. Logan tried to call him again, but the call went straight to voicemail. Despair washed over me as I sank down beside Ashley’s hospital bed, unsure of how to explain everything. “Ashley, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Ashley was struggling to breathe, her words coming out in labored gasps. “Mom, you’re my favorite. Does Dad not like me? Is that why he never comes home to see me? I really miss you…” With those words, Ashley shut her eyes. The heart monitor emitted a long, chilling beep! “Ashley!” I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation. I thought to myself, “My girl is only ten years old! Why, oh why, does fate have to take her away? If anyone should go, it should be me!” Through it all, Mark was nowhere to be found. Amanda, Vincent, and Logan stepped in to help me with the funeral arrangements. Many people came to pay their respects to Ashley. But Mark, along with his parents, didn’t show their faces at all. Some friends approached me, asking, “Where’s Ashley’s father? Why isn’t he here?” Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed Mark’s number, only to find that I was still on his blacklist. No matter how many times I called, I was met with the same recorded message. Fury surged through me, making my hands shake; I felt like I could just explode. Logan squeezed my shoulder, trying to calm me down. “We can’t keep waiting. We need to get Ashley cremated. She knows you love her.” I clenched my fists, tears streaming down my face. With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement.

The memorial for Ashley was a heart-wrenching affair. Everyone was crying uncontrollably, and my eyes felt like they were about to burst from the tears. The funeral director pushed Ashley’s casket towards the cremation room. I followed closely, my voice rising in a desperate wail that echoed throughout the room. “My daughter, how could you leave me? I can’t bear to let you go! Please come back! You were always so good—why did fate have to be so cruel and take you away at just ten years old? “Ashley, please come back!” I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. It felt like these past few days had drained every tear I had left in me. Logan was there, supporting me, his own tears flowing freely. I cradled Ashley’s urn as I returned home, the floor scattered with white chrysanthemums and her photographs. I couldn’t bring myself to remove them; I just wanted to stay with Ashley a little longer. Suddenly, I heard voices outside the door—it was Mark and Scarlett. “Mark, that doll you picked for Ashley is beautiful! She’s going to love it,” Scarlett chirped. My heart raced with anger. I thought, “How dare she show her face here after what she did to my daughter?” Mark replied, “Ashley kept asking me for that doll last Christmas. I figured it’s better late than never, right?” As they stepped inside and took in the sight of the room filled with flowers, they froze in shock. Mark casually glanced at me. “Felicity, who passed away?” The nerve of him! “Mark, you really have some guts, bringing that murderer here to see your daughter!” I spat, my voice thick with rage. Mark frowned, his brows knitting together. “Don’t say that. It was just an accident. The police told me her brakes failed; it wasn’t intentional. Scarlett came to apologize and brought a gift for Ashley. Where is she, by the way?” I pointed to Ashley’s photo, my face a mask of indifference. Mark’s face darkened. “Felicity, I’m warning you—stop this nonsense! You can’t joke about things like this! Where’s Ashley? Let her come out!” Scarlett tugged at his arm. “Mark, I understand Felicity is upset with me. It was my fault; I panicked when my brakes failed. I meant to turn right, but I accidentally turned left and hit Felicity’s car. It’s natural for her to blame me. I’m truly sorry and came here to make amends.” I glared at her, wishing I could do something to make her pay for the pain she caused. Scarlett looked around the room, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But really, Felicity, this is too much. How could you hold a funeral for Ashley? Even if you don’t believe in the divine, don’t you fear you’re angering her spirit? She’s just a child. How could she suffer like this?” Mark glared at me, his anger palpable. “Get all this cleared away! Where’s Ashley? I’ve been here forever, and she hasn’t even come to say hello. What kind of upbringing is she getting?” “She’s right here!” I shouted. “Where?” Mark looked around, confusion etched on his face. I stepped forward, holding Ashley’s urn, my heart heavy. “She’s right here!”

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The limited-edition item from the brand that was reserved for me was snatched up by my brother, Joe West, using his family discount card. When I confronted him, expecting an explanation, I was met with a barrage of insults. “You shameless bitch, letting my boyfriend buy you a bag? Have you lost your mind?” Later on, Joe even had the nerve to complain to me, saying, “Sis, my girlfriend is just really into me. You should apologize to her!” Not long after, his girlfriend showed up at my house, complaining to my parents, “Don’t blame Rebecca. I gave her a gift, but she turned her nose up at it and said Joe wouldn’t get a share of the family fortune…” My mom looked completely bewildered and said, “There isn’t any share for him anyway.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, “Ha! This scheming little witch just hit a brick wall!” ***** My parents have always groomed me to be the heir. They’d given me the best of everything since I was a kid. As for my brother, Joe? Well, in my mom’s words, “As long as he’s alive, that’s enough.” Earlier that day, a brand I’d collaborated with for years called to say they’d set aside a bag for me. When I sent my assistant to pick it up, she was told Joe had already snagged it with his family discount card. I thought, “Huh? Is that little twerp in love or something?” Curious, I called to probe, “Joe, did you grab my bag for me?” Instead of Joe, a shrill female voice answered, “Who’s this slut trying to get my man to buy her a bag? “Know your place, you gold-digger! “You motherless piece of trash, go die already!” After a minute of non-stop profanity-laced insults, the call ended. I’d never been cussed out like that in my life. I was fuming. I thought, “Alright then. You’re both dead meat.” Just as I was about to block Joe’s number, he called again, frantically apologizing, “I’m so sorry, sis. My girlfriend didn’t know who you were. She just loves me too much and lost her cool…” Joe’d always been a bit of a pushover, but he’d always been good to me. I was starting to waver when he added, “It’s just a bag. Can’t you just apologize and call it even?” I rolled my eyes. “Apologize my ass.” As soon as I hung up, I got a friend request from “I Don’t Like Coriander.” The profile picture showed a girl in a white dress, a bandaged hand, an eye patch, and a playful tongue-out expression. Her message was straight to the point: [You bitch, how dare you insult my boyfriend? I’ll tear you apart!] I accepted the request, amused. Before I could type anything, she dragged me into a group chat. A bunch of profiles with generic, handsome guy pictures started attacking me. [Just because you’re Joe’s sister, you can insult people? How dare you disrespect others like that?] [We heard you always exploit your brother. Why don’t you just go die already? Should we expose you online?] “I Don’t Like Coriander” was particularly aggressive. [He’s just a student, and you’re making him buy you designer bags worth hundreds of thousands? Have you no shame?] [You’ll get married someday, and the West Group will be all his. You’re just spending his money now, you know?] I was utterly speechless. My brother really had a knack for finding these insufferable girlfriends. The group chat continued with more insults: [Looking at your social media, always dressing so provocatively. Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce your own brother?] It was disgusting. But I’d calmed down by now. I typed: [I wasn’t going to get involved, but since you seem so familiar with the ins and outs of prostitution, I feel obliged to warn my brother. Better be careful not to catch anything nasty.]

A barrage of profanity-laced messages popped up. I chuckled: [ Ooh, looks like I struck a nerve.] “I Don’t Like Coriander” exploded: [You’re dead meat, bitch!] [Easy there, I can smell your meltdown from here.] I typed before swiftly exiting the group and blocking everyone. I shared screenshots of their abuse in the family group chat. Joe panicked. “Rebecca, delete those! What if people misunderstand Ashley?” “Misunderstand what? It’s all there in black and white,” I replied nonchalantly, playing a game on speakerphone. Joe’s voice was flustered. “She didn’t know the family card money was yours. She thought you were trying to seduce me. It’s because you changed your contact to ‘Boss’ on my phone…” I thought, “The little twerp is blaming me!” My temper flared again. “So it’s my fault now? You took the bag meant for me without a word, and now you’re blaming me? I ought to call the cops!” “No, please!” Joe hesitated before admitting, “Ashley has depression. She’s emotionally unstable and can’t handle the police. I’m begging you, sis. Apologize to her! “I really love her and I’m afraid she might do something stupid…” “Depression? Sounds more like rabies to me.” I hung up and blocked him. The family group chat exploded. [What the hell? Woke up to see a two-faced snake.] [Always thought Joe was slow, but this dumb? Dating someone like that?] Joe meekly posted six dots before getting booted from the chat. My mother, Amanda West, called. She said, “My poor baby girl. Don’t worry, your dad and I are heading to the city. We’ll tear that girl apart!” My dad, Vincent West, was fuming in the background. “My precious daughter’s never been insulted like this in her life!” After some pleasantries, I took some vitamins and settled in for a beauty nap. The West Group had an open-door policy where everyone from directors to janitors could give feedback weekly. Lately, several department heads had been grumbling, taking subtle digs at me. Puzzled, I decided to investigate the next day. I went undercover in plain business attire, infiltrating the most disgruntled department—HR. In the break room corner, I was grimacing at my new awful coffee when two interns walked in. One carried a familiar handbag—identical to the one the brand had promised me. I smirked as they started gossiping, ignoring my presence. “Her contact is ‘Boss,’ and she’s always ordering my boyfriend around. Even if she’s his sister, isn’t that weird?” “Gross, she definitely has the hots for her brother.” I wanted to gag. They glanced at me, assuming I wouldn’t dare speak up. “Hey, pour me my favorite coffee.” I thought, “I’d like to see what they’re going to say.” As I handed over the coffee, I caught the handbag girl’s name tag. Intern: Ashley Maxwell. The West Group interns were typically from top universities with strict entry requirements. I thought, “That idiot brother snuck his girlfriend into the company. No wonder everyone’s complaining!” Ashley smirked. “A limited-edition bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My boyfriend’s just a college senior. I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.” I had to laugh. In my head, I retorted, “So spending my own money is shameless, but buying you a bag is perfectly fine? Now that’s what I call shameless!”

Ashley pouted, saying, “Besides, isn’t it normal for the main chick to go off on the side piece? “She’s an outsider eyeing the family fortune, trying to seduce her own brother. I just wanted to teach her a lesson in that group chat, but she couldn’t handle it and bailed.” “Babe, your mouth is something else. No wonder Mr. West loves to kiss it.” Her friend simpered. One twisting facts, the other brown-nosing. I nearly gagged, thinking, “Joe must be desperate to want this piece of work.” “Once I marry Joe, I’ll convince him to marry off Rebecca to some farmer. She can pop out babies in the fields all day. That’ll teach her,” Ashley said. “Brilliant! Perfect for dealing with that fake prude.” I felt sicker by the second. How could any woman say such things? Their gossip continued, but suddenly, there was a commotion outside. I peeked out to see our housekeeper, Megan Fox, who’d likely just arrived from the West Estate. My parents were used to her cooking, so she’d come along to the city. She was still in her country-style clothes, sitting quietly and properly in place. I poured her a glass of water, but before I could hand it over, someone knocked it out of my hand. “Where’d this old hag come from? You think the West Group is a place for lowlifes like you?” Ashley spat. She turned to me. “Playing nice, huh? Trying to impress my boyfriend?” Seeing my eye twitch, she impatiently kicked Megan. “Just here for the free AC, you cheap old bag? “You’re covered in germs and viruses, disgusting. Who let you into the West Group anyway?” Her intern friend chimed in, “This is the future Mrs. West. She’s being nice by just kicking you. If you know what’s good for you, get lost.” Megan looked bewildered. “Who are you two?” She glanced at me, confused, muttering, “I didn’t know Joe had a fiancée…” She’d been with my parents for years, practically part of the company. Ashley, not catching that, still flew off the handle. “What are you mumbling about? Talking shit about me?” I thought, “Depression’s just one of her issues. This nutjob’s got paranoia, too!” “Apologize, you old bitch!” Ashley screamed, suddenly slapping Megan hard. I couldn’t stop it in time, watching helplessly as Megan fell. Megan had practically raised Joe and me when our parents were busy. We were incredibly close. Rage boiled over. I lunged forward, grabbed Ashley’s hair, and slapped her five times in quick succession. She stood there stunned. “How dare you hit me!” “Do I need a reason to slap an idiot?” I retorted, about to kick her. Suddenly, a powerful force shoved me to the ground from behind. A voice roared, “You’re the idiot! Nobody touches my girlfriend!” Joe had appeared out of nowhere. Ashley’s hate-filled eyes instantly brimmed with tears. She clung to Joe’s arm, “Baby, she hit me! “You have to fire her. I’m so hurt.” “It reminds me of when I was bullied before…” Joe was furious, glaring at me menacingly. “You…” He was taken aback. As Joe snapped back to reality, he met Megan’s furious gaze, and panic set in. “You guys…” I crossed my arms and said with a smirk. “If you apologize now, I might just consider not kicking you to the curb.” “Rebecca, I…” Joe’s words faltered, cut short by his girlfriend’s sudden outburst. “Who do you think you are, demanding an apology? You’ve got some nerve, you little thief!” Ashley looked at Megan, who was clearly confused, fuming. “It’s that old hag over there! I don’t know how she managed to sneak into the West Group, but she’s definitely up to no good. “Filthy and disgusting! Who knows what kind of germs she’s carrying?” She pointed a finger at me, her voice dripping with disdain. “And this cheap woman? She’s just trying to show off in front of you, hoping to play the nice guy and seduce you. “How dare you make my boyfriend apologize? “Do you even know who he is? This whole company belongs to him! If he tells you to scram, you better get out! “Honestly, you should take a good look in the mirror. I bet your mom was out selling herself, and you inherited that charm.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought, “Wow, such filthy language! Looks like your innocent persona is crumbling a bit, but I’m not about to let you off easy.”

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In my previous life, my husband, Felix Hastings, was snatched away by my best friend, Rachel Worthington, who was the only daughter of the richest man, Kenneth Worthington. They mocked me, insulted me, and even pushed me down the stairs to my death. Given a chance to relive my life, I set my sights on Kenneth, who was wealthy and handsome. He had few offspring, only one adopted daughter. It was on his account that Rachel had been so unscrupulous in murder. Surprisingly, I was born with a high chance of getting pregnant. Soon, I seduced him and had four babies. In this life, I wanted you to beg me and call me “Mom”. … In a daze, I staggered towards the room on the second floor of the villa. Kenneth, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and wrapped in a bathrobe, was initially taken aback when I suddenly barged in. His surprise quickly gave way to a cold expression. I bumped into him, feigning innocence and mumbling softly. At that moment, I had not yet experienced the damage of the fertility injection, and my appearance was as charming and attractive as a fairy. My soft hair was entangled between Kenneth’s fingers, and he caught a whiff of a light fragrance, which turned him on. His expression darkened instantly. Every detail about me, including the length of my straps, the curve of my neckline, the placement of my skirt’s slits, and even the tone of my voice in every sentence, was meticulously planned. I knew that by missing this opportunity, I would never get close to Kenneth again. He swallowed, and his gaze was burning hot. Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight embrace, and I could feel the warmth of his body and the rapid beat of his heart. He whispered in my ear, “Do you realize what you are doing?” ​At that moment, I distinctly felt his eagerness and eagerness.​ I knew my plan worked. Early the next morning, a scream woke me up. “Abigail! What are you doing? This is my father!” Rachel stood at the door, while everyone who had attended her birthday party the day before gathered there with mixed expressions. Staring at her innocently, I wrapped myself in the quilt tightly and interrupted Kenneth, who was about to speak. “I was drunk yesterday. We just chatted under the quilt. Nothing happened.” I understood that a wealthy man who was well-known in the business world would not want to be laughed at by others. Moreover, Rachel was not the only witness. Her expression changed from shock to anger. She clenched her teeth, staring at me with doubt and resentment. “Do you regard me as a fool?” With that, she was about to rush over to hit me. But she was stopped by Kenneth. “That’s enough! Didn’t you hear what she just said? “It was just an accident!” Rachel was stunned and was eager to retort. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You’d better buy my story. Otherwise, if your father is really interested in me, you will have to call me Mom.” Her eyes widened in amazement. After a moment of hesitation, she glared at me fiercely, pivoted around, and forced a smile at the guests at the door. “Don’t misunderstand. They just chatted all night.” The guests glanced at each other, laughed embarrassedly, and left. Rachel shot me a menacing look, identical to the one she had given me when she pushed me down the stairs in my previous life. I was born in a place called Belle Village. All the girls there were naturally beautiful and attractive. As a result, I was abducted three or four times during my childhood. Finally, I escaped to an orphanage and met Rachel. When I was a child, while other kids were pale and thin, I was healthy and attractive. The orphanage was not some paradise on earth, and the competition among the children was intense. Among them, only Rachel took care of me. Although many people wanted to adopt me, each attempt ended in failure. Not long after, Rachel was taken away and adopted by Gu Kenneth, who was known as a business tycoon. I was truly happy for her and genuinely believed she was the most important person in my life. Therefore, in my previous life, I was dumbfounded when Rachel touched her belly and told me that she was pregnant with Felix’s child. They mocked and insulted me for being infertile. Moreover, when I threatened to use legal means to divorce Felix and claim all the assets, Rachel pushed me down the stairs, resulting in my death. I woke up to find myself back in a time before anything had happened. It was so painful to discover that the two people I trusted most had betrayed me and that I never got to say before my death in my previous life, “It’s not my problem. The one who can’t have a child is Felix!”

Our family had a natural fertility trait, but I kept it a secret for Felix’s sake. Rachel, you relied on Kenneth, who was the richest man, to be so unscrupulous in murder. Since you liked my infertile husband so much, I would give the scumbag to you. I thought Kenneth was an ideal husband. He had good looks, wealth, and you as his only adopted daughter. When I gave birth to his own biological child, he would no longer care about you. In this life, I would make you beg me and call me “Mom”. When we got dressed and went downstairs, Rachel sat on the sofa furiously. “Dad, Abigail, there is no outsider. Do you have any sense of shame?” Shame? How ridiculous! That word should have never crossed Rachel’s mind when she slept with Felix in my previous life. Even so, I resisted the urge to curse. Covering my face, I cried softly, pretending to be pitiful. “I have no idea what happened. I just drank the glass of wine you handed me yesterday, and then everything became like this.” Rachel panicked “What! Do you mean I hurt you?” I explained, feeling hurt, “Of course not. You’re my best friend. How could I doubt you? But the people around you don’t seem trustworthy. Could they be acting behind your back?” Rachel flew into a rage. The upper class in Avalonville had always been hostile to her. She had put in a lot of effort to invite every guest to her birthday party yesterday. “You bitch, if you like my father, just admit it. Don’t talk nonsense.” Kenneth interrupted her, “She was indeed unconscious yesterday. “I taught you myself and know what kind of person you are. It’s also because I tend to spoil you too much. “You’ve actually made some undesirable friends. I’ve suspended your black card. You’re not allowed to socialize with them for now. Stay home and reflect on your mistakes.” “Dad.” “That’s it.” Rachel ran out in frustration. At that moment, only Kenneth and I were left. I said, “Mr. Worthington, yesterday was just an accident. I only intended to attend Rachel’s birthday party. I didn’t expect it to end up like this.” I choked up again. “But I hope you can forget the accident.” Kenneth was caught off guard. He had encountered women who tried to seduce him before, but I was indeed unconscious last night and tried to struggle several times. ​He remembered that Rachel had been the culprit in the accident.​ A hint of guilt surged within him. “I can give you any compensation you want.” I shook my head and smiled bitterly, “You are a victim, too. “To be honest, I’m already married, but I can’t get over this. I feel sorry for my husband and want to divorce him. “But we established the company together. If he learns of the reason for my divorce, all my hard work will be destroyed.” Kenneth patted my head hesitantly. “I understand. Don’t worry. What’s yours will be yours.” I gazed at him seriously with some admiration, my eyes wide. “Thank you, Mr. Worthington. You are so nice.” Kenneth felt that I was different from all the women he had met before. He had caused me to fall into such a state, yet I still thanked him. He walked me to the door and asked the driver to take me home. I exited the villa when something suddenly occurred to me. After turning around, I bumped into his arms, just like last night. He subconsciously hugged my waist. I took two steps back to create some distance and handed him my business card carefully.

“Mr. Worthington, I hope we can get to know each other again. “We’ll meet again in the business world.” Sitting in the car, I noticed Kenneth’s reluctant gaze, but I didn’t look back. Since he had promised me that he would handle my divorce, I didn’t have to worry about the division of property. I made a phone call and had all my stuff removed from the house. Additionally, I warned Felix, my ex-husband, that I had evidence of his affair with Rachel and instructed him to stay out of my sight. I thought that he cheated on me because we didn’t have children after several years of marriage. After being reborn, I found out that he and Rachel had been in constant contact. They actually played with me. Since you were so ruthless, don’t blame me for making life difficult for you. I stroked my belly gently. I could sense that I had succeeded yesterday and that new life was already growing strong in my belly, just waiting for the right moment. In the following month, although I gave Kenneth my business card, he did not reach me on his own initiative. Yet, I was not in a hurry. With Rachel around, how could she allow Kenneth to contact me? However, I was very confident that I could capture his heart. The memory of that night would be embedded in his mind like a stubborn nail, impossible to erase. Now, I was still the boss of the company. Coincidentally, this planning project was in cooperation with Kenneth’s company, and we had been communicating online before. ​When we next met, I was exactly a month and a half into my pregnancy.​ I revised several plans and chose the most perfect version. I leaned back in my office chair and sighed, feeling fortunate to have returned at the perfect moment. Now, in the prime of my life, I was not forced to quit my job for pregnancy preparation or to care for Felix’s mother all day, avoiding becoming anxious, pale, and thin or gaining excessive weight. On the day of the contract negotiation, I was dressed in a light blue business suit and carried a thick stack of documents in my hands. In the meeting room, Kenneth sat in the center with a stern look. However, at the sight of me, he was slightly startled. I smiled politely, as if I didn’t know him, and handed the document to him. He took the document, and his fingertips accidentally touched my hand. I felt the warmth of his fingertips, and my heart skipped a beat. Our eyes met, and the atmosphere was subtle. I was in charge of this project, while my ex-husband merely played a figurehead role, making occasional sounds but contributing nothing substantial. This situation highlighted my professionalism even more. In the negotiation, I did not give in. After several rounds of confrontation, we reached a consensus. Everyone exchanged pleasantries cheerfully. Just as I was about to see them off, Rachel pulled me aside and said angrily, “I spotted you flirting with my father behind my back. Do you still want to be my stepmother?” I replied calmly, “How could that be? I’ve been concentrating on my work. Given your time to worry about me, you might as well address your own relationship problems. I’ve divorced Felix, but why hasn’t he married you yet?” Her face suddenly darkened, and she stammered, “How did you know? No, I mean, what nonsense are you talking about?” “But you are right about one thing,” I smiled. “I really want to hear you call me Mom. “I’m pregnant!” I paused deliberately and then mouthed, “Your father’s child.” In a fit of rage, Rachel momentarily lost control and rushed towards me, wildly beating me and swearing at me. She pushed me to the floor, and the pain came instantly. Everyone was shocked. Kenneth hurriedly stepped forward to pull her away and asked, “What’s going on?” I raised my head, tears welling up in my eyes, and sobbed, “I don’t know! I thought Rachel just wanted to catch up with me, but she suddenly hit me!” Upon hearing this, Rachel immediately retorted, “That’s not true! My father can only have me as his daughter. He can’t have another child. How dare you claim that you are pregnant!” Before she could finish her words, Kenneth slapped her hard in the face, interrupting her speech. She covered her face, as if she realized what she had said. “You actually hit me for her?” Kenneth gritted his teeth, his face livid. “That’s enough. Shut up. In fact, Abigail and I have been in a relationship since she divorced.” Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “She’s bleeding!” I glanced down and saw that my lower body was already covered in blood.

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My husband gave away our newborn son to repay a war buddy who once saved his life. He lied to me, saying our child had died. Years later, I accidentally learned our son was alive. When I confronted my husband, he simply said, “I owed him this.” I tried to find our child, but my husband blocked every attempt. Consumed by grief and regret over losing my son, I eventually died of a broken heart. Incredibly, I woke up again. Back on the day I gave birth. “You like giving away children? Then you can die childless!” ***** A sharp pain jolted me awake. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, and I cried out. I tried to move, but my swollen belly pinned me down. “What’s wrong? Is it time?” a voice asked urgently. The door swung open as a man strode in, carrying two lunch boxes in one hand. He was tall and muscular, with striking features, sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes. His military uniform exuded an air of authority. Every inch of him radiated the vigor of youth. This was my husband, Tyler Davenport. But how had he become so young? Confused, I stared at Tyler, unable to look away. Before I could make sense of it, he was at my bedside, his face etched with worry and urgency. In one swift motion, he scooped me up from the bed. The fresh scent of soap filled my nostrils as his concerned voice, tinged with severity, reached my ears. “Your water broke and you didn’t call anyone? Don’t you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve risked both your lives!” As we passed through the living room, my eyes caught the calendar on the wall. My heart raced as my fingers unconsciously gripped the rough fabric. I had been reborn, back to the day I gave birth. In my past life, I had labored for over two hours to bring this child into the world. Tyler immediately gave the baby to his war buddy. He lied to me, saying our child was too weak and didn’t survive. I believed him, blaming myself for being unable to keep our baby alive. Later, I discovered the truth by chance, but when I tried to get my child back, Tyler blocked me at every turn. When I confronted him, his face was cold, his words matter-of-fact. “George lost his chance to be a father while saving my life. I owe him this child. “He’ll never have another kid, but we can have plenty more. Gwen, forget about that baby. It’s better for everyone if we just pretend it didn’t make it.” “It’s better for everyone?” I scoffed inwardly. “It’s better for you!” That was my child, carried for nine months and born through my pain. It was not some gift to repay his kindness! I had a huge fight with Tyler and set out to find my baby. But Tyler’s influence grew. His power became almost limitless. He always managed to cut off any leads I found. My efforts were in vain. Living with the pain and regret of losing my child, I died of a broken heart before I even hit 45. Then, by some miracle, I got a second chance at life. This time, I swore, no one would take my baby from me! The joy of rebirth overwhelmed me. My heart raced, and my breathing quickened. No, I couldn’t let Tyler be the only one with me when I gave birth. I was due any day now. “Wait,” I said through gritted teeth, fighting the pain. “Send a telegram to my family. Ask my mother to come take care of me. This is my first child. I’m terrified.” I tilted my head back, catching only the sharp line of Tyler’s jaw. He chuckled softly, looking down at me. “It’s harvest season. Your mother probably can’t spare the time. Don’t worry, I’m your husband. I’ll make sure you and the baby are safe.” As he spoke, he gathered the supplies for the delivery. My heart sank. Next door, Samantha Moore heard the commotion. She opened her door and called out, “Is Gwen in labor? Do you need any help?” Samantha was the partner of a high-ranking government official. She was known for her warmth and fairness. We got along well. With her around, it would be harder for Tyler to try anything suspicious. A flicker of hope sparked in my chest. With a trembling voice, I pleaded, “Samantha, could you please come with me to the hospital? It’s my first time having a baby, and I’m so nervous my heart’s about to jump out of my chest.”

Samantha set down the half-finished shoe insole and flashed a warm smile. “Of course! I’ll go with you. You two are first-time parents, so you’re bound to be all over the place. I can help make sure things go smoothly.” Her quick agreement made my anxiety ease a bit. But just as I started to relax, Tyler’s cool voice came from above. He politely declined Samantha’s offer with well-reasoned arguments. “Samantha, Ryan is still little. He needs you around. What would he do if you went to the hospital? Besides, it’s not good for kids to spend too much time in a place with so many people coming and going.” Ryan was Samantha’s youngest, just two years old and full of energy. Tyler’s words struck a chord with her. As a mother, her children always came first. Samantha began to waver. Sensing this, Tyler pressed his advantage, determined to put her mind at ease. He smiled, “I’ve already checked out the hospital. I know the place inside and out. Plus, I’m a grown man – I can take care of my wife and kid. Don’t worry about a thing, Samantha.” Samantha nodded repeatedly, clearly convinced. My heart, which had been half-settled, now raced with renewed anxiety. Spurred by a wave of pain, I reached for Samantha’s hand, my voice pleading. “Samantha, I’m in so much pain and I’m scared. Could you please come with me to the hospital?” I repeatedly expressed my fears. It was infuriating that no one knew about Tyler’s plan, and even if I said it now, no one would believe me. After all, how could a normal person secretly give away his child without telling his wife? In my past life, I’d been brainwashed into thinking the kid was dead. If I hadn’t stumbled across that money transfer, I’d never have known how “selfless” and “noble” my husband was, giving away his own child. I was in so much pain that I was sweating profusely, my lips pale. I looked pitiful. Samantha’s face showed sympathy, and she was about to agree. “Alright, I guess I could…” At that moment, a child’s loud cry rang out from Samantha’s house. A boy, about seven or eight years old, ran out calling for help. “Mom! The baby pooped all over himself and the bed. It stinks!” Samantha’s face fell, her priorities instantly shifting. She gave an embarrassed smile. “Oh Gwen, I’m so sorry. There’s always something going on at home. I can’t get away right now, but I promise I’ll visit you at the hospital after you give birth. With Tyler by your side, I’m not worried about you at all.” If only she knew that Tyler was exactly why I was worried! The baby’s cries grew louder. Samantha hurried back inside to comfort the child. Tyler carefully adjusted his hold on me, still wearing that “I’ve got everything under control” expression. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you,” he said. The pain was too much for me to speak. I just rolled my eyes at him from the safety of his arms. Then, wrapping my arms around his neck, I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his throat. “Ouch…” Tyler hissed through his teeth. I felt a surge of satisfaction hearing him in pain. Why should I be the only one suffering? This baby was half his doing, after all. My small act of revenge did little to lift the heaviness in my heart. A sense of helpless dread was threatening to overwhelm me, knowing the dangers that lay ahead but being powerless to avoid them. But I couldn’t just accept my fate. Surely, I wasn’t given this second chance just to repeat the mistakes of my past life! I released Tyler’s neck and leaned against his shoulder, gathering my strength. With Samantha out of the picture, the hospital was my last hope. We made our way down the stairs and through the residential complex. A car was already waiting for us at the main gate. Tyler carried me steadily, his grip never faltering. People stared as we passed, their eyes a mix of envy and admiration. “Mr. Davenport is so capable and thoughtful,” I overheard someone say. “I heard he took two weeks off work to take care of Gwen. Why can’t my husband be more like him?” “Humph, why does Gwen get such special treatment?” someone chimed in. “I remember when I went into labor, I was still out there husking corn. I gave birth right then and there. And when I went home, I had to carry the baby and half a basket of corn on my back!” In my past life, I thought they were just jealous, and I felt so lucky. Now, their words drip with irony. Tyler, the man everyone saw as the perfect husband, was planning to steal my baby out of some twisted sense of obligation. When I confronted him, he had the nerve to suggest I should have more children. In my previous life, I trusted Tyler completely. I never realized how dangerous it was to give birth without family by my side. This time around, I was still alone and helpless. The only difference was that now I knew what he was planning.

In the car, Tyler held me close, whispering words of comfort while repeatedly urging the driver to go faster. His face was a mask of concern as if he’d gladly take my place if he could. The perfect picture of a devoted husband. I closed my eyes to rest with a faint, sardonic smile. “Tyler,” I wondered, “is all this fuss really about my safety and the baby’s? Or are you just worried that if something goes wrong with the child, you won’t be able to repay your war buddy’s life-saving favor? Every day this baby isn’t handed over is another day of torment for your conscience, isn’t it?” The rest of the journey passed in silence. At the hospital, I was rushed into the delivery room. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights made my eyes ache. Drawing on my experience from a past life, I focused on controlling my breathing and pushing rhythm. I lost track of time as the pain washed over me. Suddenly, I felt a release, as if something had slipped away from my body. “Waaah!” The baby’s clear cry rang out once, then abruptly stopped. “Why isn’t my baby crying?” I thought and struggled to sit up, catching only a glimpse of a nurse hurrying away. “My baby! Where are you taking my child?” I cried out. I tried to follow, but the doctor firmly held me down on the delivery bed. His mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. They held a familiar look of pity. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but your baby was stillborn. For your own health, you shouldn’t experience extreme emotions right after giving birth. It’s best to let your husband handle the arrangements for the child.” My heart froze and burned with anger. It was clear now – Tyler had bought off the doctor and nurses before I even went into labor. No matter what condition I or the baby were in after birth, they would all stick to the same story. The baby didn’t make it. In my previous life, I’d passed out from exhaustion and believed every word from Tyler and the medical staff. But now, living through this a second time, I saw right through Tyler’s plan. I didn’t believe a single word they said. “Hang on, my little one,” I thought to myself. “Mommy will find you. I promise.” With fury in my eyes, I slapped the doctor’s hand away and demanded, “I heard my baby cry! Where have you taken my child?” The doctor, unfazed by the blow, shook his head with a resigned look. “Several babies were born around the same time as yours. It’s easy to get confused. You’re still young. Once you’ve recovered, you can have more children.” The words and tone were all too familiar. The doctor’s face kept shifting before my eyes. One moment, I was back in military housing, surrounded by gossiping wives. “Gwen, dear, you can always have another baby. But if you lose your marriage, you lose everything.” “Don’t be angry with Mr. Davenport. Giving up the baby hurts him too. That man saved his life, which was a debt that outweighs everything. How can he be at peace if he doesn’t repay it?” Then, it was Tyler’s impatient face. “Gwen, how long are you going to keep this up? George can’t have children anymore because he saved me. I owe him. “It’s only right that I give him a child to care for him in his old age.” I clenched my fists, crumpling the sheets beneath me. It seemed like Tyler was the only person in the world who had it tough. Tyler was tortured by guilt over the debt he owed George for saving his life. That was why he felt compelled to give away his own son to ease his conscience. He was so conflicted, so anguished. And I, as Tyler’s wife, was apparently committing a grave sin. Instead of joyfully handing our child over to George without a second thought, I kept causing trouble, constantly demanding we find and bring our baby home. I was turning our household upside down, driving Tyler to his wit’s end. How utterly unforgivable of me! Those women were quick to advise me to give up on the child. Of course, it was easy for them to preach generosity. It wasn’t their baby at stake. Tyler, that shameless man, had the audacity to unzip his pants and offer to “bless” me with another child. He made it sound so simple. He wouldn’t be the one enduring nine months of pregnancy, so naturally, he could use our baby to repay his debt. All to clear his conscience and earn a reputation for gratitude. How convenient for him. But no one had asked if I was willing. All the resentment, heartache, and frustration from my past and present lives erupted at once. Suddenly, I felt filled with strength. That was my child. No one could take it away! I grabbed the doctor’s collar, using him for support as I sat up. My scream was hoarse with rage. “What gives you the right to say my baby is dead? I want proof! If you’ve got nothing to hide, why won’t you let me see my child?” The doctor’s face turned red as the collar tightened around his neck. A nearby nurse rushed over to pry my fingers loose. The doctor cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from the ordeal. “Ahem! The patient is becoming hysterical. We need a sedative, stat!” He had just managed to break free from the restraints. Rubbing his sore wrists, he croaked out orders to the nurse. The nurse swiftly handed him a syringe and pushed me back down onto the bed. The doctor pressed the plunger, the sharp needle glinting as it moved towards me.

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On the day I was supposed to marry Rachel Quinn, the beautiful rich girl, she abandoned my mother, Susan Sullivan, and me on a remote road to meet up with her childhood sweetheart. Susan suffered a sudden heart attack from the shock. I called Rachel, sobbing, begging her to come back and help save my mom. She coldly dismissed me. “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.” Because of her delay, we missed the crucial window for treatment, and Susan passed away. That night, one of our mutual friends posted a picture on Instagram with the caption: [Nothing beats childhood sweethearts!] The photo showed Rachel perched on her childhood sweetheart’s lap, his hand resting intimately on her waist. The sexual tension was palpable. With a blank expression, I liked the post and commented: [So this was why you have got to run?] My friend mockingly replied: [It was just a round of Truth or Dare. Why so serious?] Rachel seemed indifferent. But when I left without a word, she completely lost it. ***** [Rachel, let’s break up.] After packing up my mom Susan’s belongings, I sent Rachel this message, my face expressionless. Rachel thought I was just throwing a fit. She immediately posted screenshots of our chat on Instagram, saying: [Jeez, wonder where he learned to be such a drama queen.] Rachel’s friends, always eager for drama, chimed in with comments. [Like mother, like son. Probably learned it from that hick mom of his.] [He’s just a simp who thinks he’s hot stuff.] [Rachel, don’t forgive him so easily this time. Show him who the boss is in this relationship!] Rachel replied with a smile: [Of course.] I smashed my fist into the picture frame. Blood seeped through my fingers as the photo of Rachel and me shattered. For six long years, I’d stood by Rachel’s side, catering to her every whim, cherishing her with all my heart. She was a rich man’s daughter, and I came from an average family. The designer bags she loved took me months to save up for. But I didn’t mind. Just seeing her smile made it all worthwhile. I’d work three jobs a day without complaint, even if it meant my hands were calloused and bleeding. She was my whole world. When the flu hit and pharmacies were out of meds, I braved a raging fever just to get some to her door. She was that fragile. And how did Rachel repay me? She blew through the money I’d worked so hard to earn. Worse still, she’d been secretly investing in her childhood friend Nathan’s business ventures behind my back. Susan, taking Rachel’s words to heart, emptied our family’s savings. She said we couldn’t let Rachel down and had to give her a fancy wedding. In the end, on the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Rachel received a call from Nathan while we were on the road. Without hesitation, she abandoned Susan and me on a deserted highway. I desperately reached for her wrist. “We’re not even married yet…” She jerked her hand away and started the car. “Nathan just got back to the country. Starting a business isn’t easy. He needs me. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be right back.” With tears in my eyes, I shouted, “Rachel, if you leave now, this wedding is off!” Rachel fixed me with a confident stare. “You can’t live without me, Ryan Sullivan.” Her words rooted me to the spot. Susan, witnessing Rachel abandon us for another man, collapsed from the shock, clutching her chest in pain. There was no one in sight. I frantically dialed Rachel’s number, desperate for her to come back and help Susan. Rachel coldly dismissed my plea, hanging up with a scathing remark, “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.” As I watched the life slowly drain from Susan, I couldn’t hold back the tears, overwhelmed by despair. When Rachel and I first got together, Susan had offered me all her savings. “Ryan,” she’d said, “it’s been just the two of us for so long. I know my heart’s been holding you back. But I want to help you one last time.” Now she lay in my arms, her breath shallow, her face deathly pale. “Ryan,” she whispered, “I wanted to see how handsome you’d look in your wedding suit…” But she would never get that chance. In the end, all that was left of poor Susan was a small pile of ashes. Susan never liked crowds, so I kept the funeral small. Some friends came by to say goodbye, but I moved all the flowers outside. I sat in the bedroom, clutching Susan’s urn and sobbing uncontrollably. Bottle after bottle of liquor was emptied as their cruel laughter filtered through the door. Seriously, what’s the deal with him, Rachel? Is he trying to open a flower shop with all those lilies? He’s pathetic, just like his mother. What a loser. Leaving lilies is like wishing Rachel an early death. Come on, Rachel, it was just a game of Truth or Dare with Nathan. Is he really that petty? Talk about a man who can’t take a joke. I’d heard these insults countless times, and each time, Rachel remained silent, never defending me. She had promised me that this place was our secret hideout where no one else was allowed. Just the two of us. But now, she had broken our promise. She even brought her group of fair-weather friends into our home, with Nathan by her side. To her, Nathan was the one who got away, her idealized first love. Ever since he returned to the country, Rachel’s eyes had been constantly drawn to him. When I was starting my business, I asked Rachel to spot me a few thousand dollars to get things rolling. I didn’t want to always be in her shadow。 I wanted to be able to take care of the woman I loved. She refused. “You’re going to be my husband. You shouldn’t have to do things like that.” But then she turned around and threw a lavish birthday bash for Nathan. When I expressed my hurt, she simply said, “Nathan’s my childhood friend. Don’t be silly. He won’t come between us.” Was that true? Later, a single phone call from Nathan was enough to make her rush out, leaving me to stay up all night, sick with worry. Her excuse was that work at the company was too busy. But I knew the truth. It wasn’t that she was too busy. It was that her heart was no longer with me. So even if Susan had a heart attack, she’d think we were just faking it. Rachel’s eyes lowered in disgust when she saw my disheveled state. “What game are you trying to play now?” Nathan took a step back, looking me up and down. “Ryan? What’s gotten into you, man? Even if you got the wrong idea about me and Rachel, that’s no excuse to let yourself go like this.” His words drew the attention of Rachel’s group of friends, their gazes settling on me. Susan’s passing had left me sleepless for days, dark circles prominent under my eyes. Their judgmental stares cut deep. One of them sneered, “Wow, Ryan, you’re really pulling out all the stops to win Rachel back, huh?” Another chimed in, “Let me guess, Rachel mentioned she’d be here. So you showed up looking all heartbroken, hoping she’d fall for your pity party?” Keep dreaming, you pathetic loser! I bet Rachel had no clue I blocked her ages ago. Not a single one of her messages had gotten through. All those nights she was out partying with her friends, carelessly plastering her drunk selfies all over Instagram, I was at home, clutching Susan’s ashes, crying like a child.

Are you done? Rachel glanced at me indifferently, casually strolling to the couch and sitting down, just like after every argument we’d ever had. “If you’re finished, get off your ass and clean this dump. We’ve got people coming over later.” I suddenly burst out laughing. Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Ryan, have you lost your mind? You’re a just freaking sugar baby. How dare you laugh?” I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. Rachel frowned, repeating with forced patience, “Ryan, I said I’m throwing a party here.” In Rachel’s eyes, Susan and I combined didn’t measure up to Nathan. Even when Susan had angina, Rachel thought she was faking it. The first time Susan was supposed to meet her, Rachel claimed to be busy with work. I later found out she was actually picking up Nathan from the airport. Each time, she stabbed me in the heart, leaving it a bloody mess. On our wedding day, Nathan used the excuse of being drunk on business. In reality, he was just playing truth or dare with his friends. They wanted to see if Rachel would really leave me for him. Susan grabbed Rachel’s hand, pleading, “Rachel, my son truly loves you. We consider you one of our own. Can’t you at least sign the marriage certificate first?” I couldn’t give up. “Rachel, I need you,” I said desperately. But she firmly pushed Susan’s hand away. “You’ll be fine without me, Ryan. Nathan needs me.” She then roared past in her car. As she straddled Nathan’s lap, flirting and blushing, Susan’s life slipped away in my arms, breath by breath. I looked up sharply at Rachel, my eyes rimmed with red. “What? Are you planning to throw a party in front of my mother’s urn?” The room fell silent, broken only by Nathan’s sudden, inappropriate laugh. “Sorry,” he said, looking apologetic. “Couldn’t help it.” Nathan spoke with an air of feigning sincerity and patience. “Ryan, I know you’ve got the wrong idea about Rachel and me, but isn’t it a bit much to talk about your mom like that?” He explained slowly, “That day, we were playing Truth or Dare. If I’d known you and Rachel were about to get married, I never would have let her come.” Rachel’s friends had already closed ranks around Nathan. Not one of them believed a word I said. It was just like that day when Rachel refused to believe Susan was having a heart attack. If Nathan hadn’t called Rachel away on purpose, Susan wouldn’t have gotten so upset that it triggered her heart attack. My fists were clenched, and my eyes were bloodshot with anger. Nathan took a cautious step back. Rachel moved to stand in front of him. “Are you done? Your mom was always in good health. Isn’t it a bit much to use this to provoke me?” She hadn’t shown any concern for Susan’s condition that day, not even a single word of care. Susan’s dying wish was for Rachel and me to stay together. But what about her? Ryan, my patience has its limits, I spoke coldly. Rachel thought I’d give in like before, apologize, and try to win her back. But she was wrong. I grew up in a single-parent home. My father passed away in an accident when I was three. It had been just Susan and me for over twenty years. A few years ago, I neglected Susan’s health because of Rachel. I offered her my whole heart, and now she had shattered it completely.” Are you done talking? If so, please leave. My voice was ice-cold as I pushed through the crowd to retrieve Susan’s urn. Rachel grabbed my wrist, her tone a mix of frustration and compromise. “Ryan, please don’t be like this.” Disappointment flickered in her eyes. “You weren’t like this before.” It was funny how we always wanted what we couldn’t have. Back when I was head over heels for Rachel, she couldn’t care less. Now that I was done with it all, she was suddenly interested. Now, the tables had turned. I pried her fingers off, creating some distance between us. “Tell me then, what was I like before? Your lapdog? A shameless pretty boy?” I scoffed, and my voice was low. “A sugar baby?” I paused, then delivered the final blow. “Or maybe…just useless?” Rachel’s face drained of color. “Ryan…” These were the names her so-called friends used for me. Just because I stood by her side, I became the target of their cruel labels. Rachel was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family. On our first date, she got a craving for dessert from Cassie’s Dessert. I scoured the city, but every shop had closed up for the night. Determined not to let her down, I hopped on the subway, rented a bike, and even hoofed it for miles. To get her favorite cupcake, I braved Sycamore Avenue despite my allergy to sycamore fluff. With a face flushed bright red from the allergic reaction, I carefully handed her the cupcake. She nestled against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her lips met mine in a sweet, happy kiss. “Ryan,” she said, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Back then, I really thought I’d touched her heart. I gave everything I had, holding nothing back. Even when Rachel’s friends openly insulted me, I didn’t care. I naively believed that as long as I stayed by Rachel’s side, we’d find happiness someday. Later, she met Susan. My mom adored her, often sending homemade soup to her office. She worried Rachel might skip meals due to her busy schedule. Make sure Rachel’s well-fed and healthy, Susan would tell me. What Susan didn’t know was that Rachel never tasted a single drop of that soup. I once saw her, from around the corner, pouring Susan’s carefully prepared chicken soup down the drain. “Handle it like this from now on,” she coldly instructed her secretary. Meanwhile, Susan would say, “Rachel must have sophisticated tastes. I’ll stop sending the soup. I’ve saved up quite a bit over the years. Find out what Rachel likes to eat and treat her to that. It’s the least I can do.” In Rachel’s words, Susan, a kind-hearted, generous old lady, had become a villain who faked illness just to lure her back for a marriage certificate. The doctor said if we’d arrived just a few minutes earlier, Susan might have lived. Rachel had robbed Susan of her fighting chance. A tidal wave of grief and anger crashed over me, leaving me drowning in bitterness. Rachel glared at me, rolling their eyes dramatically. “Ryan, watch your mouth!” Look at yourself. We’re being generous, calling you sugar baby… Enough, Rachel snapped, her face darkening. The group exchanged uneasy glances. Well, well. So she could shut them up after all. It dawned on me that their constant disrespect had always had Rachel’s tacit approval. Maybe she’d looked down on me all along.

This time, Rachel deigned to explain herself. “Look, I’ll admit I didn’t think it through earlier. But it was an emergency. We can always get the marriage license another day, right?” She turned to me with a placating smile. “How about this, Ryan? Next Monday, you can pick me up and we’ll head to the city hall together. We’ll make it official then.” Even as she tried to make amends, she couldn’t shake off her haughty, entitled attitude. In the past, I would have caved. I would have turned back, wrapped my arms around her waist, and playfully bitten her neck, saying, “Don’t let it happen again.” But now, my eyes were cold, my tone strange. “Don’t bother,” I said. “The almighty Ms. Quinn wouldn’t lower herself to take back someone she’s already tossed aside, would she?” It was the first time I’d ever addressed her so formally, so distantly. Rachel was in shock. She took a sharp breath, steadying herself against the table’s edge, unable to believe what she’d just heard. Ryan, she said, her voice quivering. “Are you really breaking up with me over something so petty?” Petty? What the hell counts as petty to her? I let out a bitter laugh inwardly. “Is my mother’s death just a minor inconvenience?” Fury coursed through me, my arm muscles taut with anger. My voice came out low and dangerous, each word like a clap of thunder. “What about you, Rachel? You haven’t asked about my mom even once.” Rachel stiffened, her eyes darting away. “Your mom’s healthy. Even two Nathans combined couldn’t match up to her. Fine, if it’s about this, I’ll buy some health supplements for your mom later, she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her tone dripped with condescension. The others chimed in eagerly, “Rachel’s doing you a favor, Ryan. Don’t you know when you’re getting a good deal? Those supplements cost thousands of dollars. Where would your country bumpkin mom ever get to eat such good stuff otherwise?” My throat tightened, leaving me speechless. It was ridiculous. Even now, Rachel believed Susan coveted her wealth and status. When I brought her home to meet Susan, she came empty-handed. I chalked it up to absent-mindedness. Later, I realized she not only looked down on me but was wary of Susan, too. Her friends had badmouthed Susan behind our backs. “What a liar! Heart disease? Please! If it was that bad, how’s she still kicking after all these years?” I bet Ryan’s just eager to be a wealthy sugar baby. He’s probably got his mom faking heart problems to guilt-trip you, Rachel. Don’t fall for it! And Rachel actually bought it. While Susan was alive, Rachel gave away all the health supplements to her so-called friends. Now that Susan was gone, she was falling over herself to bring offerings. The irony was laughable. That won’t be necessary, I said coldly. Suddenly, Nathan let out a startled cry. “Oh!” Rachel instinctively moved closer to Nathan, her eyes filled with concern. “Nathan, what’s wrong?” Nathan pointed at the memorial photo on the table, his voice shaking. “Rachel, why is Ryan’s mom’s photo here? Does that mean…” Rachel’s eyelid twitched. “No, it can’t be.” People always tended to deceive themselves. If Rachel had thought about it carefully, she would have remembered how Susan often struggled to breathe when they met and how heart medication was scattered all over their house. If she had just considered it for a moment, she would have known that Susan truly had a heart condition. One of Rachel’s friends immediately sneered, “Ryan must have made a memorial photo of his own mother just to win Rachel back. How disgusting!” Jeez, Ryan, another chimed in. “Pull stunts like this and karma’s gonna bite you in the ass.” Their gaze was like looking at disgusting lice. Even Rachel’s face twisted with disapproval. “Ryan, I can’t believe you’d do something like this. If your aunt found out…” I closed my eyes, a headache building. “She’s not going to find out.” Rachel had never seen me this serious before. Her tone softened instantly. “Ryan…” I was done with these people. All I wanted was to take Susan’s ashes and leave. “If you won’t go, I will.” As I picked up the urn, Rachel sneered. “Trying to play the victim again?” She shot a look at her cronies, who immediately surrounded me. Nathan snatched the urn from my hands. Come on, Ryan, he said. “You don’t have to do this.” Nathan leaned in close, lowering his voice. “Ryan, maybe save those flowers outside for your mom. She’s always faking heart problems. Might come in handy when she finally kicks the bucket.” I struggled wildly, trying to swing at him, but was held back firmly. “Nathan! I’ll kill you!” Oops, Nathan exclaimed as the urn slipped from his hands, scattering white powder across the floor. His face showed mock regret, but his words dripped with accusation. “Sorry, Ryan. I spilled that ‘baby formula’ you brought. But hey, waste not, want not. We can feed it to Anna. Might as well put it to good use.” My blood ran cold. Anna was Nathan’s dog. What are you planning to do? I asked, horrified. Rachel chimed in, “Good idea. Waste not, want not, after all.” I looked at Rachel, pleading, “No, Rachel, please…” But she just scoffed indifferently, “Ryan, don’t you love acting? Keep going, I’m watching!” My heart felt dead inside. A metallic taste filled my mouth, “Rachel, you’ll regret this!!” Damn, you’re really selling it,” someone nearby chuckled, instantly easing Rachel’s hesitation. I watched as Nathan added warm water to the ashes, and the Doberman tentatively licked the contents of the bowl. No! It felt like an invisible hand clenched my heart. The pain was suffocating. I broke free, landing a hard punch on Nathan’s face, screaming like a madman, “That’s my mom’s ashes! You monster! I’ll kill you!” Tears streamed down my face as I furiously pinned Nathan down, raining punches on him. Even as several people restrained my limbs, I glared at the couple before me, my eyes bloodshot with fury. Have you lost your mind, Ryan? Trying to kill Nathan over a can of formula? Rachel cried out, frantically checking Nathan for injuries without sparing me a glance. My voice came out raw, like I’d been gargling gravel. “Rachel, I wish I’d never fallen for you. If I’d known loving you would cost me my mother, I’d have wished we’d never met.” Rachel flinched, then wiped the blood from Nathan’s lip. Her voice dripped with contempt as she said, “Keep this act up, Ryan, and I might just find someone else to marry.” My sobs turned into hysterical laughter as I glared at Rachel with pure hatred. “I hate you, Rachel,” I choked out, my voice weak with emotion. “I hate you!” Rachel’s patience had run out. “Ryan, you can drop the act now…” Before she could finish, her friend Wendy approached hesitantly, holding a document. “Rachel,” she said, her voice uncertain, “I have a death certificate here. It looks like Ryan’s mom… It seems like she really did pass away.”

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My parents gave me two hundred thousand dollars for my graduation trip. My boyfriend, Rylan Blake, wanted to come along, so I agreed. On the day we boarded, he showed up empty-handed with his parents and brother. His parents didn’t chip in a dime. They were not even for her underwear; that was on my tab, too. His brother, Alvin Blake, threw a fit at the amusement park, making us miss our train to the next stop. I lost my cool and snapped at the little brat. His parents immediately hardened, and she started scolding me with her hands on her hips. “How dare you yell at Alvin? He’s your future husband’s brother. Whatever he wants, you better provide!” My boyfriend held me back as I was about to retort, saying that his parents had worked hard their entire lives and this was their rare chance to travel, so it shouldn’t be difficult. Fine, fine, if that were the case, I would indulge them. That evening, I booked two presidential suites for them at a five-star hotel and took them out for a luxurious dinner. While they were busy taking photos, I made a smooth exit. At the airport, I was reviewing my travel itinerary while waiting for my boyfriend, Rylan Blake. Suddenly, an unruly child burst onto the scene, jumping and bouncing around. He yelled at the top of his lungs, “Airplane! We’re going on a big airplane!” People he bumped into or stepped on glared at him with annoyance, but he only became more energized. Just then, Rylan appeared in the distance, waving at me. I smiled and waved back. I had been planning this graduation trip for ages, and my parents generously gave me two hundred thousand to have a blast. My boyfriend Rylan, who I’ve been dating for two years, mentioned that he’s never even left the province and wanted to see the world with me. So I agreed to bring him along. Halfway through the trip, I noticed a man and a woman trailing behind Rylan. They gave a thumbs-up to the same kid who had caused trouble earlier. “Olivia, these are my parents, and that’s my younger brother Alvin Blake.” “The three of them didn’t buy plane tickets. Is it too late to buy them now?” Rylan pointed at the three of them, who hadn’t brought any luggage, and looked at me expectantly. His father, Oscar Blake, clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at me expressionlessly. His mother, Wendy Blake, on the other hand, unabashedly sized me up from head to toe. I felt a bit offended. However, Rylan mentioned that his parents had spent their whole life in the countryside. Perhaps their customs were different, and I could understand. The original plan for a romantic getaway for two turned into a trip with my boyfriend’s entire family, and my excitement instantly plummeted. Rylan seemed to sense my displeasure and pulled me aside. “Olivia, my parents worked hard to put me through college, and I want to take them on a trip. “They wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving Alvin home alone. “When I start working and earning money, I’ll take your parents on a trip too.” He spoke sincerely. Although my parents didn’t need him to spend money on them, his intentions were good. It was about understanding and compromising with each other. I nodded in agreement. Knowing Rylan’s financial situation, I took the initiative to buy their plane tickets. After boarding the plane, Alvin was so excited that he was jumping up and down and making strange noises. The other passengers were very annoyed and complained. The flight attendants tried to calm him down several times, but it didn’t work, and Wendy even accused them of meddling. I had to ask Rylan to intervene. When Alvin heard that he might be kicked off the plane, he finally quieted down. However, his parents looked at me with great displeasure. Two hours later, the plane finally landed in Kingstown. The sun was relentless, and the heat was stifling, making us all eager to get to the hotel and rest. As per the original plan, I had only booked two rooms. Now, with the hotel fully booked, we couldn’t get an extra room for Rylan’s family. “How are two rooms not enough? Rylan and Olivia can share one, and the three of us can take the other,” Oscar declared as if it were the most obvious solution. I quickly objected, “Mr. Blake, Rylan and I aren’t married. We can’t share a room.” My parents had raised me to value self-respect and to be cautious about intimacy before marriage. Wendy scoffed, her eyes lingering on my bare legs exposed by my shorts. “You’re with our Rylan now. This is bound to happen sooner or later. Don’t be so prudish.” Her words made me extremely uncomfortable. The others were also giving us strange looks. My already poor impression of them worsened, and my patience finally snapped.

To avoid delaying other guests’ check-in, I pulled them aside. “Mrs. Blake. Rylan and I aren’t married yet. You’re overstepping with such personal matters.” My sharp retort didn’t sit well with Wendy. Just as she was about to blow up, Rylan arrived with water, offering a glass to each of us. When he reached Wendy, she didn’t take the water, only wiping her tears with her sleeve. “Rylan, you’re so successful now, mom’s words don’t matter anymore.” Oscar also had a dark expression, refusing to drink the water. It was as if I had caused them immense grievance while Rylan was away. How could they still be playing these manipulative games at their age? I looked Rylan in the eyes and demanded sharply, “Your mom said in public that I should share a room with you and sleep with you. “Ask any woman here how they’d feel about that.” Rylan didn’t expect me to get so angry and kept apologizing profusely. “My mom is just like that. She has a sharp tongue but a good heart. “She thought having us share a room would save you money.” At least they knew they were spending my money. He whispered something to Wendy, and though she looked reluctant, she came over to apologize for what had happened. Rylan winked at me and put his hands together in a pleading gesture. I didn’t want to stay angry and ruin the trip, so I softened my expression and offered to find them another hotel. Alvin was enjoying the air conditioning in the hotel lobby and refused to leave. So Rylan asked his parents to stay there with Alvin while he went to find another hotel. I was tired and didn’t have the energy to deal with their issues. I took my key card and went to my room to rest. I had booked two connecting rooms, and his parents loud voice could still be heard through the wall. They seemed to be saying they were hungry and wanted to eat and that it was time to take a shower and change clothes. The sound was intermittent, and it was making it hard for me to sleep. Just then, my mom called to ask how my trip was going. I vented all my frustrations from the day, not caring if the people next door could hear me. “Rylan’s mom actually said that to you in the lobby?” My mom’s voice was shocked and displeased. She was a university professor, and she usually interacted with students and intellectuals. She had never heard such rude and disrespectful language. “Olivia, Rylan is a good kid. How can his parents be like this?” I was silent because I didn’t know the answer either. From meeting in a club activity to me accepting his advances, Rylan had always given me the impression of being gentle, courteous, and responsible. He always indulged my little whims and fancies. Besides, he excelled in his studies and was ambitious. My parents met him once at school and were very impressed. They didn’t care about Rylan’s family background; as long as he was honest, dependable, and would love and cherish me, it was enough for them. If nothing unexpected happened, we were going to get married. However, after interacting with his family today, I felt it was better to put the marriage talk on hold for now. After a while, my mom spoke again. “Olivia, if you want a long-term relationship with Rylan, you have to consider his parents and family. “He can pretend in front of you, but what is he like in front of his parents when he doesn’t need to pretend? “You need to see his true character clearly. In any case, Mom will always support your decision.” My nose tingled; it felt so good to be loved by my mom. “Oh, and your dad is busy with the branch office in Kingstown these days. If you have any trouble, just contact him directly.” Just as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Rylan, sweating profusely, holding a bag of oranges out to me.

After taking a plane or train, I tend to feel nauseous and want to vomit. Eating oranges always helped. He had always been mindful of this little quirk of mine. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to cool off?” Rylan offered the oranges again. I didn’t take the oranges, but I opened the door to let him in. He went on about finding a cheap hotel nearby and asked if I was still planning to visit Kingstown’s famous night market tonight. The thought of the bustling market and its diverse array of goods lifted my spirits. I took the peeled oranges from him, and we shared them. As night fell, the weather cooled down considerably. The night market was a seemingly endless street filled with clothes, shoes, trinkets, and specialties from all over the country. I was having a great time browsing when a vendor grabbed my arm. “Miss, you haven’t paid yet!” He ran a clothing stall, but I didn’t buy anything from him. The owner pointed at Rylan’s parents’ backs. “They said you’d pay.” They were carrying a bag of clothes, and Alvin had a handful of grilled sausages. Seeing my hesitation, the owner grew impatient. “You’re not trying to skip out on the bill, are you?” Rylan stepped forward to explain and urged me to pay quickly. The long bill included underwear, socks, and other items. The total came to 1562 dollars. Then there was the grilled food, which cost 86 dollars. As we continued walking, several other vendors asked me to settle their bills. Rylan, beside me, was excitedly looking around, completely oblivious to the situation. I stopped and said sternly, “Rylan, your parents came to Kingstown without bringing anything. “They’re treating me like an ATM, aren’t they?” Rylan held a pair of shoes Oscar had worn, examining them as he spoke. “Olivia, why are you making such a fuss over this little bit of money? “Your mom gave you two hundred thousand dollars, so what’s the big deal if my parents buy some clothes and shoes?” His tone implied that it was my duty to foot the bill for them. “That two hundred thousand dollars is my money, and how I spend it is my decision. “Who says just because I have money, I have to buy clothes for your parents and snacks for your brother?” Rylan froze, then looked at me with a wounded expression. “Olivia, we’re going to be family soon. It hurts when you talk like that. “Shouldn’t family members support each other? What’s wrong with spending a little money now to make the elders happy? “When I have money in the future, I’ll also take care of your parents.” It finally dawned on me. Rylan was painting a rosy picture for me, like a boss promising future rewards to his employees. He was saying that when he makes it big someday, he would take my parents on trips and shower them with gifts. He was so sure of his bright future that he saw my current contributions as an early investment, something he deserved to receive without any guilt. So, I saw my current contributions as an early investment in him, something he deserved. Yet, he still hadn’t found a job. While everyone else was busy sending out resumes during spring and fall recruiting seasons, he was out wining and dining people, all on my dime. He called it “looking for entrepreneurial partners”. He looked down on ordinary jobs, only dreaming of getting rich quickly and soaring to the top. In a positive light, it was ambition. In a negative light, it was impatience. They said travel was the ultimate test of a relationship. Less than a day in, and he was already showing his true colors. I calm down, deciding to test the sincerity of his words. “Rylan, you’re right, family should support each other. “I have a bit of a headache now, and I’d like some mint lemonade.” With that, I hold my head and squat down. Rylan’s parents kept piling on purchases. Seeing that I hadn’t followed to pay, they turned around and angrily demanded to know what I was doing.

Rylan accused me of making a fuss over nothing. “It is Kingstown, not Butterwort. Where do you think you’ll find mint lemonade here? “Are you trying to ruin the mood for my parents?” Kingstown had mint lemonade; he just couldn’t be bothered to look for it. It was what he meant by supporting each other. It essentially meant I could support his family, but his family couldn’t return the favor. I went along with Rylan’s words. “Fine, I won’t ruin the fun. I’m heading back to the hotel.” I stood up, shouldered my bag, and returned to the hotel alone. The front desk handed me a long bill. It turned out Rylan’s parents had ordered room service. They’d ordered every overpriced dish on the menu. I put away the bills, returned to my room, locked the door, and prepared to take a bath. Between the flights, hotel, and various other expenses, the Blake family had already cost me over twenty-six thousand dollars. My planned trip still had fourteen days left. If things continued like this, I wouldn’t even be able to afford a return ticket. I’d deal with the breakup later. Since I was already here, I was determined to complete my planned itinerary. I hung up on Rylan’s call and went to bed early, deciding to go to the amusement park alone the next day. When I finished my makeup and set off with my selfie stick, Rylan’s parents’ room was still quiet. Finally, I could enjoy myself alone. It was cloudy today, but it was more relaxed than yesterday. In a great mood, I lined up outside the park to get my ticket checked. To my surprise, Rylan showed up with his entire family. Alvin, who had always been rude to me, rushed over as soon as he saw me, begging to ride the coin-operated kiddie ride. “Olivia, please, just let me play for a little while,” he pleaded, lying on the ground and refusing to get up, drawing the attention of both visitors and staff. Rylan knew I hated making a scene in public, which was why he had the owner make me pay the bill last night. He was trying the same trick today, but it wasn’t going to work. I didn’t even glance at him, continuing to wait in line for the ticket check. Because his tantrum was disrupting the order of the amusement park, security had to step in and remove Alvin. It triggered Wendy. She immediately went up and shoved the security guard, who accidentally bumped into her during the struggle. She instantly collapsed to the ground. The park management had no choice but to call the police. Rylan pointed me out as a related witness, so I ended up going to the police station, too. Because of the complicated situation between Rylan, Wendy, and the security guard, the mediation dragged on for two hours without any resolution. Alvin, under someone’s influence, cried incessantly, claiming the security guard had broken his arm. So, we went back to the hospital for another X-ray. The amusement park plan was ruined. We also missed the 3 pm train, and tomorrow’s trip to Oceana was off the table. The ridiculous part was that Wendy actually had the nerve to demand that I pay the hospital bill. “If it weren’t for you, Alvin wouldn’t have been hurt.” I looked at the perfectly fine Alvin and the now useless Disney tickets, my anger boiling over. “Is he hurt? Where is he hurt?” Furious, I grabbed his arm and shook it back and forth. “If he hadn’t been rolling around on the ground at the entrance, I’d be taking pictures and watching shows at Disney right now. “Every time he walked with me, I wanted to find a hole to crawl into, do you understand?” From the airport onwards, Alvin’s bratty behavior annoyed countless people. Only Wendy still thought her child’s wildness and boldness were admirable. Rylan and Wendy swatted my hand away and shielded their younger son. Oscar glared at me fiercely and said, “Alvin is your husband’s brother. You have to give him whatever he wants, or you can forget about joining the Blake family.” They thought the Blake family was some prestigious clan everyone was dying to join. I pulled out a mirror from my bag and held it up to them. “Take a good look. You guys think you’re something special, huh? Chasing after things way out of your league and still not satisfied. “And now you want your whole family to get a piece of that swan. “Well, let me tell you, swans aren’t so easy to fool. Be careful, or one of them might just peck you back to reality.” Rylan came rushing over with the inspection report in hand. He snatched the mirror out of mine, frustrated. “How can you speak to my family like that?”

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