Author: Momo Chan

I was caught up in a minor incident late at night, and ended up at the precinct. That’s when the officer pulled up my records. The officer looked at me, masked, and frowned. “An Ivy League graduate? What are you doing out on the streets at midnight?” It was only then that I saw it—the ID number on the file was mine, but the photo was Ava’s. Turns out, twenty years ago, I got into an Ivy League university! I stumbled home, my mind reeling, only to hear my husband, Julian Ashworth, on the phone: “Ava, I won’t let Lulu bother you. Go abroad, don’t worry about a thing.” It was him! Julian Ashworth helped Ava steal my life! My stomach churned. I turned, ready to expose him and Ava, but Julian grabbed a belt and choked the life out of me. “I’m sorry, Lulu. You can’t stand in the way of Ava’s future…” When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher was handing out university application forms. This time, I’m taking my life back! “Lulu, decided on a university yet?” My deskmate’s voice snapped me back to reality. One second ago, I was still drowning in the agony of suffocation. I looked at my unfamiliar, youthful deskmate and realized I’d been reborn. “Lulu, what’s wrong?” A thrill of joy surged through me. I shook my head vigorously. The homeroom teacher spoke up: “Fill out these forms first so I can get a sense of your choices.” I stared at him—Mr. Ashworth, Julian’s father. Our exam results had been out for ages. There was no need to fill out forms on paper; we could do it online from home. But Mr. Ashworth made an excuse to get all the students to come in anyway. It was clear he was just hand-picking students to be manipulated for Ava’s benefit. I clenched my fists, remembering my previous life. Julian had started pursuing me right around this time. I stared at the application form, filling it out randomly. Maybe it was my imagination, but I distinctly felt Mr. Ashworth glance at me. Sure enough, after I handed in the form, he said, “Lulu, come to my office.” With that, he walked away with my form. Chloe tugged my arm. “You did so well this time, you’ll definitely get into an Ivy League school!” I scored the highest in our class – 702 points – but I still didn’t get in. I went to Mr. Ashworth multiple times. He told me I was aiming too high, that I’d filled in choices beyond my reach. But hadn’t he suggested that law program himself? I glanced at Julian, who was sleeping in the corner, and nodded at Chloe. Yeah, this time, I wouldn’t make the same mistake. I pushed open the office door. Mr. Ashworth looked at me. “Lulu, you did exceptionally well this time. Why choose these schools?” I had filled in choices for community colleges, several of them. “High employment rates,” I stated, enunciating each word. Mr. Ashworth visibly fell silent, then said earnestly, “You really shouldn’t fill in things randomly. A legal career is a very suitable choice for a young woman.” As he spoke, he opened his computer and pulled up the university application page. I stared at the screen, my gaze full of sarcasm. So, now that I wasn’t cooperating, he was going to force me to fill it out, only for it to be replaced by Ava’s choices later? “No thanks, Mr. Ashworth. I just want to drive a tractor.” With that, I turned to leave and bumped right into Julian, who was walking in. “Lulu, if you have any questions about your application, you can ask me. I’ve always wanted to study law.” Hearing that, a particular sensitivity flared in my heart. So that’s how it was. Both of them were hinting that I should choose a law program. But this time, I wouldn’t let them get their way. I nodded. “Thanks, but no need. I have a major I want to pursue.” Julian lowered his gaze, a smile playing on his lips. “Alright.” I bolted out of the office, seeing Julian instinctively close the door behind him, then turn back and stand outside, eavesdropping. “Dad, Lulu isn’t cooperating. Can’t we pick someone else?” A cold dread washed over me. Julian was trying to ruin another student’s life! Mr. Ashworth’s voice was cold. “Lulu has the best grades; it’s the safest bet. You know we owe Ava this.” I turned and left, a bitter laugh in my heart. They owe Ava, so they’re going to repay her with my life?

In my previous life, after Julian and I started dating, I worked day and night, preparing to re-sit the entrance exams. Julian said he’d register me, but in the end, I wasn’t registered. He insisted it was because retaking the exams wasn’t allowed anymore, that the regulations were strict. I believed him. Later, I wanted to take an adult education exam. He said it was useless even if I passed, but I was determined to take it. However, my alarm didn’t ring that day, and I was late. I confronted Julian, asking if he’d turned it off. He looked innocent, claiming he was worried about disturbing my sleep. I was trembling with anger, but Julian held me, saying, “Lulu, let’s get married. No matter if you pass or not, I’ll always love you.” I cried in his arms for a long time. My dreams were filled with exam questions; how could I give up? Later, Julian claimed he was in massive debt from a work project and couldn’t pay it back. Blinded by love, I worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk, juggling three or four jobs a day. Looking back now, Julian was only with me to control me. He was worried I’d impact Ava’s future. So he constantly stopped me from moving forward. Back in the classroom, I packed my things and left school. When I got home, Chloe sent me a message saying Julian had been looking for me. I replied casually. Looks like he still hadn’t given up. My parents were often working out of town. After hearing my scores, they just wired me some money and ordered a cake, saying they’d be back next month. I understood them. They worked on construction sites; one less day of work meant one less day of pay. I wasn’t in a hurry to fill out my university application; I still had two days. But someone else was in a hurry. That evening, I went for a walk and ran into Julian. Julian smiled at me. “Lulu, what a coincidence.” “I thought you lived on the west side of town.” Julian looked natural. “I had some errands here. Where are you going? I’ll walk with you.” I said coldly, “No need. Stay away from me.” Julian paused, then looked hurt. “You… you hate me that much?” I stared him down. “Yes, I hate you. Just stay away from me.” Julian’s breath hitched. Maybe he couldn’t understand why I hated him so much when he was so popular, the school heartthrob. If it weren’t illegal, I would literally stab him. I wanted him dead and gone. “Lulu, if you hate me, you at least owe me a reason.” Julian’s voice was low, his eyes fixed on me. Julian certainly had good looks; otherwise, how could I have been so infatuated in my past life? Suddenly, a voice from nearby called out, “Julian, what are you doing here?” Ava jogged over and hugged Julian’s arm. I distinctly felt him stiffen. This was the first time I’d seen Ava up close—the person who stole my future in my previous life. “Who are you?” Ava eyed me suspiciously. I smiled. “Lulu. Julian’s classmate.” Ava’s face subtly changed. “Didn’t you say you were going to buy me snacks?” So it really was a coincidence. Julian replied naturally, “I forgot. You go home first; I have something to deal with here.” Ava’s voice rose slightly. “Julian, what do you mean?” Julian pushed Ava away. I don’t know what he said to her, but he came back alone. “Lulu, she’s my mom’s friend’s daughter.” I countered, “Why are you telling me this?” Julian’s tone was serious. “I like you, and I don’t want you to misunderstand.” Hearing that, a wave of nausea washed over me. Here we go again. “I don’t like you. You make me sick just looking at you,” I said coldly. Julian’s face visibly paled. He clenched his fist. “What did I do wrong?” I stared at him. “You’re too ugly.” And too despicable. Julian’s lips parted slightly. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and kept walking. “Lulu! I won’t give up!” Julian shouted after me. I sneered inwardly. There are only two days left. What can you possibly do to me? I’ll submit my application at the very last second. They won’t have any chance to swap it.

The next day, when I got home from school, I found many roses arranged by my front door. Julian stood in the hallway, tall and elegant. He stared intently at me. “Lulu, yesterday’s confession was too rushed. I want to be serious about it now.” I said coldly, “No matter how serious you are, I’ll never like you.” “Then who do you like? Is there anyone better looking than me?” Julian’s voice was urgent. I pulled out my keys, ready to go inside, but Julian blocked my way. “Lulu, I truly like you. I want to go to law school with you.” I looked at him strangely. When did I ever say I wanted to study law? I smiled. “Sorry, but your grades aren’t good enough. Give it up, you loser.” Julian’s tone leveled out. “Lulu, can you not be so harsh?” I stared at him, saying nothing. “Since you’ve decided to study law, you should quickly submit your application.” A mischievous thought suddenly sparked in my mind. “I won’t. I want to drive a tractor.” I clearly saw a muscle in Julian’s jaw visibly twitch. I opened my front door, walked in, and firmly shut it, almost hitting Julian’s nose. The next day, I received many messages. The news of the school heartthrob confessing his feelings for me was known by all the students. The news, of course, came from Julian. No doubt about it. Mr. Ashworth called me many times, but I didn’t answer any of them. After a few seconds, he called again. He spoke almost immediately. “Lulu, you’re a good kid. I have no objections to you and Julian dating.” He hadn’t objected in my previous life either. Back then, I was even happy that Mr. Ashworth didn’t look down on me for not getting into university. “My son has always wanted to study law and become an excellent lawyer. I hope you can work hard with him.” I smirked, a glint in my eyes. “Alright.” Mr. Ashworth paused, then his voice brightened with a laugh. “It’s wonderful that you agree!” I hung up, barely suppressing my laughter. Just now, I’d changed my mind. It would be incredibly satisfying to mess with them. I wanted to make sure Ava could never get into university. After all, if not me, I worried there would be another victim. Julian, hearing that I’d agreed to be with him, quickly came to find me. He immediately asked, “Have you submitted your application?” “Not yet. Tomorrow.” Julian visibly relaxed. “Want to hang out with me? My friends are having a get-together.” I nodded. “Sure.” Julian looked at me, still feeling uneasy, not understanding why I’d changed so much. But what did it matter? He was the one running out of time. Ava was there too. When she saw me, she dramatically rolled her eyes. I said bluntly, “Ava, is your eye twitching?” “What?” Ava looked startled. I continued, “Why are you rolling your eyes at me? Do it again, and I’ll poke them out.” Ava shot up, but Julian firmly pushed her back down. “Ava, behave yourself.” Ava’s eyes turned red with anger. “Julian, how can you talk to me like that?!” I raised my hand and smacked her across the face. Everyone present froze. Ava clutched her face, and Julian’s expression clearly changed. “Lulu! How dare you hit me!” Ava lunged at me like a madwoman, but Julian held her back firmly. “Ava, calm down. Just endure it.” Julian’s words slowly brought Ava back to her senses.

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Mom gave us two choices. Go with her to the Donovan household, where we could attend the best high school with Mr. Donovan’s son, Caleb, but only get into a domestic university. Or stay in our hometown for school, and get to study abroad after high school graduation. My sister, Chloe, spoke first. “Mom, I want to go to the Donovan household with you.” Mom smiled, relieved, then turned to me. “Your sister should get the first pick. If I send her abroad later, then I’ll have fulfilled my duty as a mother.” Seeing Chloe’s expectant face as she clung to Mom’s arm, I knew. She had also been reborn. Too bad, Caleb would never, ever fall for her. “Anya, there’s a lot going on at the Donovans’, so Chloe and I are leaving today. Take good care of yourself at home, okay?” Mom finished packing and left with Chloe. It wasn’t like the last life at all, when she’d stayed an extra ten days just to convince Chloe to go with her to the Donovan household. In my last life, after Mom laid out the two choices, Chloe had also been quick to pick, but she chose to study abroad. After Mom and Dad divorced, I was put into my father’s custody. For ten whole years, Mom never once came to see me, yet I thought about her every single day. It wasn’t until Dad passed away and the authorities brought me to Mom’s place that I finally had her back. When Chloe chose to study abroad, my heart soared. I could finally live with Mom, day in and day out. But Mom wanted to take Chloe even more. She stayed at our house for ten days, constantly trying to persuade Chloe to go with her. Chloe, however, was convinced the grass was greener on the other side, and she never changed her mind, not even when the Donovans pressed Mom to return. And so, Mom and I went to the Donovan household, and that’s where I met Caleb. He was handsome, coolly distinguished, and brilliant in school. He was the dream guy in every girl’s heart. I couldn’t help but fall for him too. I knew we were worlds apart, and I could only bury that love deep in my heart. It wasn’t until after high school graduation, after a party, that Caleb, drunk, pinned me against a wall. “Anya, will you study abroad with me?” I forced myself to look away. “I don’t have the money.” Caleb laughed, and the whole basement seemed to light up. “I’ll pay for you.” In that moment, I finally knew. The boy I’d secretly loved for three years felt the same way about me. A tidal wave of happiness crashed over me. I excitedly told Mom that Caleb wanted to take me to study abroad. What I got in return was a stinging slap across my face. “You’re not going. When you chose to come with me to the Donovan household, you gave up the path of studying abroad. All the money I’ve saved is for Chloe’s overseas studies.” I covered my face and tried to explain. “Caleb said I wouldn’t have to pay; he’d cover my tuition.” Mom scoffed, looking at me with disgust. “How shameless. Trying to sleep your way into his bed for money. You really need to know your place. What is your status, and what is his? “Someone like Caleb would only toy with you; once he’s bored, I’d still be the one paying. “Don’t even think about studying abroad. If you dare disobey me, never call me Mom again. “And you’d better stay far away from Caleb, don’t mess up my job.” Perhaps it was the lifelong lack of maternal love, but losing Mom was my biggest fear. Lost and heartbroken, I rejected Caleb. But Caleb seriously told me. “Distance isn’t an issue; I have money for plane tickets.” After college, we started a long-distance relationship. He would fly back to see me every month, and the sweetness of our love filled me with hope for the future. When Mom found out we were actually dating, she secretly asked Caleb to look after Chloe, who was also studying in the same country. Caleb, unaware of our family situation, foolishly took care of Chloe as if he were her brother-in-law. Then, one day in my senior year, I received a message from Chloe, along with a photo. Chloe was bare-chested, hugging Caleb’s neck, lying on a hotel bed. [Sis, Caleb and I are together now. Stop bothering him.] Caleb and I had been in love for three years. I knew deep down he couldn’t betray me. My first thought was that Caleb had been set up. I angrily called Chloe. But I didn’t notice the oncoming truck. After my soul left my body, I overheard Mom and Chloe’s conversation. “It’s good your sister died. You need to quickly win Caleb’s heart. Soon, you’ll be the mistress of the Donovan household.” Chloe’s smile was triumphant. “Mom, you were so far-sighted, making Caleb look after me abroad. That’s how I got the chance to take that picture when he was drunk. “I originally just wanted Anya to give up, but who knew she’d actually die? It’s truly divine justice. “Once Caleb gets over his grief, I’ll go and offer myself to him.” I had always thought that even if Mom played favorites, she would still treat me like her daughter. I never imagined she wouldn’t even feel a touch of sadness at my death. Heartbroken, I floated to find Caleb. Only to discover Caleb had committed suicide in the bathtub, clutching my photograph. It was then I realized. Caleb’s love for me surpassed his own life. I went mad, using all my strength to trip Chloe as she walked downstairs. Watching Chloe fall to her death at the bottom of the stairs, her neck snapped. Only then did my soul dissipate. I never thought I would return to the day I chose my destiny. Except this time, Chloe chose to go to the Donovan household. She thought that as long as she went to the Donovans’, Caleb would fall for her. Too bad, she was wrong. Caleb would never fall for her. And I would make them pay for everything they did in the last life.

As soon as Mom and Chloe left, Aunt Brenda used the excuse of renovating her room to insist I move into the school dorms early. In the previous life, Mom worked as a housekeeper for the Donovans, so we stayed at Uncle Paul and Aunt Brenda’s house. She used to give Aunt Brenda a monthly allowance. Last life, after Mom and I went to the Donovan household, Mom even increased the allowance, asking them to take good care of Chloe. Chloe had a good life at Uncle Paul’s house. Now, it seemed Mom had stopped the allowance for Aunt Brenda. I didn’t argue. I packed my things and left. Before starting school, I had another place to go. After leaving Aunt Brenda’s house, I went to the bank. Every year on my birthday, Dad would deposit a small sum of money for me. Only I knew about that money. I withdrew the money and took a bus. Arriving at a secluded cemetery. The wind and rain were heavy that day. I huddled in my raincoat behind a tree, waiting. As dusk approached, sixteen-year-old Caleb rushed in through the rain. Several bodyguards followed close behind him. Caleb was drenched, his narrow eyes showing a cold intensity, but his steps were firm. He walked to a grave and frantically dug through the surrounding grass with his bare hands. “Young Mr. Donovan, it’s raining so hard. It must have been washed away. Let’s come back when the rain stops.” Caleb seemed not to hear them. Just as he was exhausted and despairing, I stepped out from behind the tree. “Excuse me, are you looking for this?” I pulled a necklace from my pocket. Caleb’s eyes lit up, and he quickly strode over. Seeing him soaked to the bone, I held my umbrella higher, shielding him from the rain. Caleb tremblingly picked up the necklace, his brows relaxing. “How did you get this?” In my last life, after Caleb and I got together, he once told me his biggest regret. It was losing the necklace he and his mother had made together, that summer when he was sixteen. So, I came to the cemetery. To help him find what he lost, and to meet him. I shrugged, smiling. “The rainwater just washed it down, so I picked it up. Then I saw you searching for so long, and I thought it might be yours.” “Thank you, this necklace means a lot to me. What reward do you want?” Caleb said thanks, but still looked like he was keeping everyone at arm’s length. I shivered and stammered. “Then… will you treat me to some instant noodles? I’m cold and hungry.” Caleb froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Okay!” Half an hour later, at my insistence, Caleb and I shared his first-ever cup of instant noodles. “I never knew instant noodles could taste so good.” When we were together before, instant noodles were his favorite. After we finished eating, Caleb asked for my contact information, saying he wanted to thank me properly. I smiled and refused. “If it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again.” The moment I turned away, I couldn’t stop my eyes from welling up. I wanted so badly to rush over and hug him, to tell him everything from our past life. To tell him I missed him so much it was driving me crazy. But that would definitely make him think I was insane. I didn’t leave my contact information because I knew his every move after high school. We would meet again. Caleb would think it was fate. Not a plan.

Finally, school started. High school classes were surprisingly easy. I began to plan my second meeting with Caleb. During the Fall break, I found a part-time job cleaning at an ice hockey rink. On the third morning, Caleb came to practice. I watched him secretly from the back. When he was almost done practicing, I spoke softly. “You should twist your wrist when you pass the puck.” Caleb turned sharply. I couldn’t see his eyes under his helmet, but I could feel his shock. “It’s you! You can spot my weakness?” How could I? He told me himself. I played dumb. “Just a little bit. Do we know each other?” Caleb took off his helmet, his eyes sparkling with surprised delight. I exaggeratedly widened my mouth. “It is you!” We had lunch together. “You’re underage, how are you working here?” “Shh! Don’t let my boss find out. I’m pretending to be older.” “Do you really need money that badly?” “My dad died in a car accident, and Mom took all the money and left with my sister. What else am I supposed to do?” Caleb was silent for a moment. “Later, will you help me practice hockey?” I hesitated. “I still have to sweep.” “Five thousand dollars an hour.” “Alright, Boss!” Caleb laughed again, nearly spitting out his food. After practice that afternoon, Caleb asked me out for dinner again. I was about to agree when I saw Chloe watching from outside the rink. “Let’s reschedule! I have to go now.” When he paid me, we exchanged contact information. After I got back to the hotel, Caleb sent a message. [Did you get home safe?] I couldn’t help but smile. But I only replied with a simple “Yep.”

After the break, I started preparing to sign up for the debate competition. In my last life, Caleb and I knew each other, but at school, he was in the advanced class and I was in the general studies track. At home, he lived on the top floor, and I lived in the basement. We were two people who were completely unlikely to cross paths. It was precisely because of a debate competition that Caleb noticed me. This time, I was going to shine even brighter in the debate competition. But when I had all my materials ready, I found out that my hometown high school had no intention of signing up. I was so furious, I grabbed my bedding and basically set up camp right outside the principal’s front door. The principal finally caved and agreed to help me assemble a team and sign up, but the fees would have to come out of my own pocket. Luckily, there were quite a few students at school who wanted to participate. We prepared and competed together, having a blast. Caleb would sometimes send me messages. Each time, I would stop what I was doing and read every single word several times over. Finally, with practiced patience, I’d reply with just a few words. Before the winter break of freshman year, I led our debate team into the finals. Caleb spotted me right away. “Did you find another part-time job here?” I flashed my school ID. “I’m here for the finals.” Caleb glanced at my ID, and his eyes went wide. “You’re *the* legendary debater from Maple Leaf High?” “Legendary?” Caleb’s expression softened, his gaze burning. “For a school like yours to make it to the finals, it was like you had divine intervention. “Half the audience today is here to see your captain. You should introduce me to your captain later.” Just then, a teammate ran over. “Captain, our spot is over there! Let’s go!” Caleb froze, and the way he looked at me seemed to change. I clenched my fist, smiling confidently. “See you on the stage, Caleb Donovan!” There were four teams in the finals. My team and another school were up first.

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My best friend and I got married at the same time, both joining the same powerful family. She married the rising media mogul, Noah Hayes. I married the hotshot CEO, Liam Hayes. But as sisters-in-law, our married lives were anything but happy. Her husband, who she’d once saved, was constantly rumored to be secretly bankrolling models and influencers. And my husband? He was a notorious playboy, always surrounded by women. So, Chloe and I just looked at each other. “Divorce!” “Done! Let’s do it together!” Tossing our divorce papers aside, Chloe and I felt utterly liberated. We grabbed a crew of handsome bodyguards and headed out to paint the town red. So they like playing with a constant parade of women? Well, I can play too! Everyone said the two Hayes brothers were seasoned players, keeping up appearances at home while juggling countless affairs on the side. And they were right. For instance, one day I went to see Liam, only to be stopped and humiliated by his assistant, Scarlett. She claimed I was constantly spoiled and arrogant, and that the CEO had long since forbidden me from entering the company. Right after that, Chloe went to see Noah and was blocked at the door by one of his junior models, Mia. Mia went on and on about how Chloe and Noah were totally mismatched, gloating that we should watch how Noah was going to turn her into a top star. I immediately tried to call Liam, again and again, but he never picked up. It was the same for Chloe. Those two really were brothers; they ignored our calls and read our messages without replying. I remembered all the rumors from our circle over the years. People whispered that both brothers already had someone special in their hearts, but because those women weren’t as prominent as Chloe and me, they couldn’t marry into the family. So they married us to fill the void, which was why they’d been so cold to us after the weddings. What’s worse, these rumors were often used by other women to humiliate us, and Liam and Noah knew about it. But they never denied it; instead, they tacitly allowed those women to get away with it. After being humiliated by Mia, Chloe and I coincidentally ran into each other back at the Hayes mansion. We exchanged a look, and the same thought clicked in both our minds. I stated firmly, “I want a divorce!” “Do it! If you’re divorcing, I’m divorcing too!” As a pampered princess who’d been showered with love and attention since childhood, the biggest slights I’d ever endured were after getting married. The attitudes of the people around our husbands reflected exactly how those men truly felt about us. Because they didn’t value us, the people around them felt free to be disrespectful. “There are plenty of fish in the sea, you know. It’s not like we can’t survive without them.” We were fuming, but we hadn’t completely lost our minds. I quietly contacted a lawyer, while Chloe researched travel destinations. For the rest of the time, we laid low, waiting for the perfect moment. That evening, Liam finally came home, carrying a bottle of my favorite perfume. He acted as if nothing was wrong, sticking to me like glue. Every now and then, he’d complain about how exhausting his day at the office had been, how difficult the new hires were… Then his hands moved to my head, gently massaging it. His voice and expression showed no sign of anything amiss. But what he didn’t know was that I knew him too well; whenever he felt guilty, his ears would turn an extra shade of red. He was testing the waters, trying to see if I was angry. If he’d just been direct and explained himself, maybe I wouldn’t have been so mad. But he had to try and cover his tracks, only making it more glaringly obvious. People really do change. Even if we truly loved each other, it changes. No exceptions. That night, listening to his breathing beside me, I couldn’t sleep a wink. In the pitch black, I stared at the silhouette of the chandelier on the ceiling, a bitter ache throbbing in my heart.

Liam and I were college classmates. We were both studying in the business school. Not only were our families equally powerful, but we’d also fallen for each other over time, always competing for the top spot in school. In the end, our relationship blossomed into marriage, forming a true power couple. Even after we graduated, our story became a legend on campus. Everyone said Liam and I were the perfect match. I used to believe that too. But after we got married, I realized I was wrong. He was always surrounded by a constant parade of women: today it was a business partner, yesterday it was his assistant, and the day before that, countless others… Though there was never any “substantive” relationship, he treated them like “confidantes,” and that was enough to make me sick. It wasn’t that I hadn’t confronted him, but every time, he’d address my concerns with a lot of talk, but never actually resolve anything. “They’re just work contacts.” “Don’t overthink it…” “You know, Riley, you’re the only one for me…” “I’m exhausted, let’s not talk about this anymore.” He always had a lot to say, but he never once truly solved the problem. If I wasn’t his only one, then I refused to be just one of many. So, the next morning, Chloe and I started preparing for our planned trip. While we were out shopping for essentials, we ran right into Mia, Noah’s junior model. She was picking out jewelry, and when she saw Chloe and me, her smile was laced with challenge. “Chloe, did you two fight after you went home last time?” “I might have been a bit aggressive with my words last time. Please don’t be angry, big sis. Men are busy building their careers out there, so we women should be more sensible. Otherwise, when we get older and our looks fade, we might just get replaced by someone younger and prettier.” “Especially since Mr. Hayes has so many young models and influencers under his wing.” Her implication was clear: Chloe was old. And there was an even deeper meaning: that “we women” part sounded like she was hinting at some “other” relationship with Noah. That was the last straw! Chloe, with her fiery temper, was ready to jump in and physically confront her the moment Mia finished speaking. But I couldn’t let her do something that would leave a paper trail. I stepped in first, giving Mia a resounding slap across the face. “What? You think being a mistress gives you a superiority complex?” “Daring to provoke the actual wife right to her face – which sugar daddy gave you that much audacity?” I watched her eyes flutter back for a split second, and the tears welling up, and I knew she was hiding something. Sure enough, right after I slapped her, I heard footsteps behind us. Chloe and I turned to see Noah. He didn’t even glance at Chloe. He walked straight to Mia’s side, saw her swollen red cheek, and then turned to look at me, his face filled with anger. “My brother must have spoiled you rotten, making you so lawless.” Chloe, worried I’d clash with him head-on, quickly stepped in front of me. “This isn’t Riley’s fault, she started it, you—” Her words were cut off mid-sentence. “You’re still defending her? Can’t I tell right from wrong myself?” “What’s gotten into both of you? No wonder my brother’s so disappointed.” What’s gotten into us? Hearing his accusing tone, even speaking for Liam’s “disappointment,” my anger flared even more. If I wasn’t so outnumbered, I would’ve gladly slapped him too. Chloe was even angrier than me, and her grip on my hand tightened. “Noah Hayes, if you have eyes and aren’t using them, why don’t you donate them?” “Before we got married, you could tell when I was upset just by looking at me. Now that you’ve got people under your wing, you see me being bullied and just dismiss it as me ‘playing around’!” Noah paused for a moment, his tone softening slightly. “Talk to me properly.” Chloe took a deep breath. She pointed at Mia’s nose. “Fine. Fire her, and I’ll talk to you properly.” “After all, it’d be more convenient for you. You can keep her at home after you fire her, stashing her away like a secret mistress, right—” The next second, a loud smack echoed, stinging my ears. Noah had heavily slapped Chloe’s hand away. “Shut up! Don’t project your filthy thoughts onto others!” Noah hadn’t held back at all, and Chloe’s hand instantly turned red and swollen. He looked at it, his eyes momentarily wide with shock. He started to open his mouth to explain, but then he seemed to think of something and swallowed his words. “If you keep acting this childish, we’ll get a divorce.” “And you, Riley, you’d better listen to my brother.” With that, he left with Mia. Chloe watched their retreating backs, and tears streamed down her face. She buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing, her tears quickly soaking my top. She choked out, “But he wasn’t like this before, was he?” “How could he change so suddenly?” Chloe and Noah had known each other even longer. They were childhood sweethearts. Chloe had even taken a knife for him once. Back in high school, the Hayes family was targeted for revenge, and the attackers went straight for Noah, who was still a student. Chloe felt something was off and insisted on walking with him. Later, on the way, she realized the danger, and quietly called the police. When the police arrived and busted the kidnappers, one of them, unnoticed for a moment, lunged at Noah with a knife. Chloe blocked it, and because of that, her hand could never hold a paintbrush steady again. From then on, Noah became extra clingy with Chloe. He got a little better as they grew up, not openly clinging, but subtly pursuing her. He’d quietly close in. He even secretly stopped boys from confessing their feelings to Chloe. Liam told me all this later. I used to think their relationship would be even more solid than Liam’s and mine. After all, they had a “beauty saves the hero” story with life-or-death stakes. But her love story, just like mine, had rotted away.

I comforted Chloe, and we continued buying our supplies. When we returned to the Hayes mansion, laden with bags, Maria, the housekeeper, curiously asked what we were doing. I brushed her off, saying we were going on a trip. My legal team had already discreetly prepared our divorce agreements. Both Chloe and I wanted a clean break. As for half of the marital assets, we couldn’t care less; we just wanted it over with quickly. Married cleanly, leaving cleanly. Not taking a single thing that made me sick to my stomach. After exchanging a glance, we each called our families, simply explaining the state of our marriages. Chloe and I got along so well, partly because our family backgrounds were similar, and partly because we were both the youngest daughters in our families, showered with immense love. My family had an older brother in addition to me. My brother, Dylan, listened to my reasons for wanting out and exploded with anger. “Liam Hayes, that rotten bastard! Next time I see him, I’ll break his legs. Good for you for divorcing! I support you wholeheartedly.” After hanging up, I signed the divorce papers and left them on the bedroom table. Then, Chloe and I got busy. I packed up all my personal belongings that I could take. Anything I couldn’t pack, I arranged for my family’s driver to pick up. By the time the Hayes housekeeper realized something was amiss, Chloe and I were already walking out the door with our suitcases. Just before boarding our flight to France, my brother called again. “I’ve got a surprise for you, sis! I guarantee you’ll be thrilled!” Hearing his mysterious tone, I was incredibly curious. Later, I found out that Dylan had arranged a team of handsome bodyguards for Chloe and me, and they were all incredibly well-built. Hmm, I was indeed very satisfied! Men like to play with a constant parade of women, right? Well, I can have hot guys travel with me…

The moment Chloe and I landed and turned on our phones, we were bombarded with countless missed calls. Some from Liam, some from his brother. But I ignored them all. I blocked both their numbers, just like they had done to us. After a night’s rest at the hotel, the bodyguard team Dylan arranged arrived. They were indeed the type to make your heart pound! There were the “wolf-dog” types, the “puppy-dog” types, the “aloof and cool” types… Their looks were no worse than the Hayes brothers, and they had something more: They were obedient. Not only were they professional bodyguards, but they could also double as local tour guides. When we went shopping, they’d even carry our bags – a small gesture Liam hadn’t done for me in years. But what truly captivated me was how sweet-talking they were. “Miss Riley, you should try the local cuisine here. If you don’t like it, I can personally cook for you. I’d be happy to prepare your meals for the duration of your trip.” “Miss Chloe, you seem a bit tired recently. I know a little about traditional remedies. If you trust me, I can help you with a regimen.” “Or if you have anything bothering you, please don’t hesitate to tell me…” They were thoughtful and comprehensive in every aspect. So much better than those two useless brothers. While eating at a famous viral restaurant, we even stumbled upon Mia’s livestream. It infuriated Chloe so much she decided right then and there to start her own livestream, create an account, and see what she was missing. After deciding on a title, Chloe found the perfect lighting and, with me by her side, started broadcasting. I have to admit, with a media mogul for a husband, Chloe was quite professional in this area. She brought out a few of the high-value bodyguards, drawing in more and more viewers to the livestream. Since it was a platform popular in our home country, most of the audience were Chinese-speaking viewers. Chloe and I chatted with them, introducing the restaurant’s signature dishes. We were having a great time. Until a few unfriendly foreign users approached us during our meal. They saw Chloe and me, walked straight over, and started to flirt offensively. When we rejected them, they didn’t care what we were doing; they just got angry and rushed towards us. One of them actually reached out and touched my face. Another even tried to slip his hand under my clothes. Their greasy faces suddenly made Liam look handsome. My mood, which had been perfectly fine, was ruined by these jerks. I immediately had Chloe point the livestream camera at them. Then I smiled at them, and replied in English: “I will report this to the embassy. If I don’t receive a proper apology, I will pursue this matter to the fullest extent.” Their faces changed instantly. They tried to threaten us. But they hadn’t even finished the thought before our bodyguards stepped in. The men seemed flustered; they hadn’t expected us to have so many people. And that’s when they finally noticed we were livestreaming. They clearly didn’t want to get into trouble with our country’s embassy, knowing how fiercely protective they are of their citizens. So, they apologized to us. The one who had touched me was even punched by his friends as a lesson. Only then was the matter settled. Back in the livestream, the comments section was even more active. “OMG, these ladies are absolutely owning it abroad!” “Totally! They messed with the wrong women!”

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“Chloe, I step out for a minute, and you’re really living it up, aren’t you?” Liam’s voice on the phone was tight with barely suppressed fury. Having a blast at a bar with my best friend, draped over male escorts, acting like a drunken fool, and then posting it all on SnapChat. What’s it like for your brand-new husband to see that? My family was relentless, practically hounding me to get married. So, I ended up in a marriage of convenience with someone I’d only known for two weeks, a guy I’d met on a blind date. The day after our wedding, Liam left for a business trip, no fixed return date. During his absence, I truly let loose. Maya and I were having a blast at the bar, and in a burst of joy, I just waved my hand and ordered a few male escorts to join us for drinks. Moments later, a whole line-up of drop-dead gorgeous guys stood before me. Broad shoulders, narrow waists, long legs – every single one of them a perfect specimen. And their sweet talk? Calling me ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ had me absolutely beaming. After a few stiff drinks, I was seeing double. I clung to a male escort, acting like a drunken fool, and Maya couldn’t even stop me. Then I pulled out my phone, took a selfie with a guy on each arm, and clicked over to SnapChat to post it. Just a few minutes after I posted, my phone buzzed. That familiar contact name popped up, and it was like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I sobered up instantly. It was a message from my husband, the one who’d been on a business trip since our wedding and who I’d barely seen since. “Chloe, I step out for a minute, and you’re really living it up, aren’t you?” Me: …Uh… wait… I can explain… My best friend, Maya, was incredibly sympathetic to my plight, even wondering if Liam was gay or… incapable. Why else would he abandon such a gorgeous wife to practically marry his job? Suddenly, Maya sprang to her feet. “Do you think Liam has someone else on the side? That’s why he just leaves you here, ignoring you?” Liam and I had no real emotional connection. He pursued his career, I indulged in my pleasures. We pretty much lived separate lives. I was perfectly content with the current situation: living the high life, plenty of cash, and no one breathing down my neck. The next second, Liam’s mom, my mother-in-law, called. I paused, frowning in thought. What was going on? “Chloe, I saw your SnapChat post. I know Liam has been too busy to spend time with you lately. I’ve already given him an earful and told him to clear his schedule and spend some quality time with you.” I let out an awkward chuckle. “Mom, no, it wasn’t like that, that was me…” How was I supposed to explain this? Waiting for answers.

Oh, great. I’ve really messed up now. To avoid a complete disaster, I decided to surrender. I quickly deleted the SnapChat post and sent Liam a message. “Sorry, my hand slipped, I posted by mistake.” I didn’t get a reply for ages after sending the message. So, I pulled Maya back into drinking. A few more drinks, and my face was flushed, I was swaying on my feet. “Maya, I’m going to the restroom.” “I’ll go with you.” Maya quickly stood up and steadied me, a worried look on her face. In my state, going alone felt a bit risky. “No, I can manage. I’m not drunk.” After I was done, I splashed some cold water on my face at the sink. The chill instantly brought me back to my senses. I straightened up, only to see an incredibly handsome man suddenly appear behind me. I froze for a good five seconds. He was tall and broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and dress pants. His features were deep and refined, his eyes calm and distant. His sharp profile looked utterly cold in the dim bar light. Liam stood before me, his brows furrowed as he took in my boozy state, reeking of booze. I tilted my head, confused. “Liam? What are you doing here?” Then I couldn’t help but let out a little burp, my legs giving out slightly as I swayed to the side. Liam quickly reached out and steadied me, as if afraid I’d face-plant. His voice was flat. “The bar owner is a friend of mine. He told me he saw my wife all over other men and asked if our marriage was okay!” “…” Maya, seeing I hadn’t returned, rushed to the restroom to find me. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw me leaning against Liam’s shoulder, safe and sound. Maya nervously cleared her throat and avoided my gaze. “Well, uh, I’ll leave you to it. I’m heading back.” Terrified Liam would hold her accountable for ‘kidnapping’ his wife for a night of wild partying, she grabbed her bag and made a run for it. Liam gave a brief nod, then scooped up my much-too-pliant frame and headed for the exit. But a member of the bar staff suddenly ran over, stopping Liam. “Sir, the male escorts this lady ordered haven’t been paid for yet. Would you like to settle the bill?” Liam looked at the bill, then turned to his assistant. “…” His assistant got the hint immediately and stepped forward to pay.

The next day, bright and early. I woke up from a deep sleep, the hangover from last night was awful. The strong liquor felt like fire searing my throat, accompanied by throbbing headaches. I struggled to push myself up and sit. Seeing my familiar bedroom, my racing heart finally settled. I must have drunk too much, and Maya brought me home. I threw off the covers and went to the living room for water, only to see Liam sitting on the large sofa. I blinked, thinking I was mistaken. He was wearing casual loungewear, his long legs casually crossed. Sleek, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, and he was intently reading a book. Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft, shimmering halo around him. I was a little stunned, mumbling his name aloud. “Liam?” Liam looked up at the sound. “Awake?” But the memory of yesterday flashed in my mind, and I asked, a little sheepishly, “You… aren’t going to work?” He glanced at me, his voice calm. “My mom said I was always working and not spending time with you. She stopped all my work for this period and told me to focus on you.” “…” Liam set his book aside, then picked up a small piece of paper from the sofa beside him and walked towards me. He held the paper out to me, his gaze deep and unwavering. “Yesterday. Explain yourself.” In the quiet air, Liam’s low, magnetic voice broke through, carrying an almost imperceptible chill, his eyes radiating a dangerous intensity. I looked closer and saw it was the bill for the male escorts I’d ordered last night… I thought he was asking me for money. “I’ll pay you back… Don’t be so petty!”

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Right after summer break started, my husband, Julian—an internationally renowned sculptor—suddenly bailed on me. He claimed a surge of inspiration meant he needed to lock himself away in his studio to create, and therefore, couldn’t attend my art exhibition in Paris. But that very afternoon, I saw Julian post a photo on SnapChat for the first time ever. In the picture, his usual young nude model, Chloe, was straddling something, her eyes hazy, dazed. The shot was taken from below, looking up, incredibly intimate, leaving too much to the imagination… The caption read: “He took this.” I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping me, and commented: “Oh, classic artist, right? So much ‘aesthetic.’” Immediately, the buyers’ collection SnapChat group exploded. Friends among the collectors started screenshotting and reposting, placing bets on when I’d finally lose it. When Julian called, he was still gasping for breath, as if he’d just finished a strenuous workout: “What’s with your passive-aggressive comments? Chloe is my muse, we’re making art!” “Stop thinking such dirty things all the time! This is art! But then again, a mediocre painter like you wouldn’t understand art.” “Go apologize to Chloe right now. I’ll attend your next exhibition with you.” Next time? I sneered and hung up. After this exhibition, the waiting period for my divorce would be over.

Julian probably never imagined I’d dare hang up on him. Immediately, a barrage of calls followed. I blocked and deleted his number. The world was finally quiet. I didn’t even need to think; he must be absolutely furious right now. “Ms. Skylar, you personally orchestrated your husband’s sculpture exhibition, shouldn’t Mr. Julian come up and say a few words…” Looking at the swarm of reporters below the opening ceremony, I offered a faint smile: “He’s dead. Can’t make it. Please feel free to look around.” Ignoring the crowd stunned by the news of his ‘death,’ I stepped down and checked my phone, only to see a new message pop up in the buyers’ group. Julian had invited Chloe into the group chat. Chloe, the ‘muse,’ tagged everyone: “My hand slipped, and I posted something inappropriate on Mr. Julian’s SnapChat. So sorry if it caused any trouble.” Hah. That apology, was it truly sincere? I let out a cold laugh. Julian immediately posted in the group: “We were engaged in normal artistic creation. You don’t need to apologize, only those who don’t understand art would get the wrong idea!” Seeing the man himself openly defending his ‘muse,’ the buyers, who were scrambling for sculptures, stopped lurking and quickly chimed in with support: “Don’t blame yourself, Miss Model, no need to apologize. After all, there’s probably only one petty person in this entire group, no need to pay her any mind.” “Exactly! Thanks to Miss Chloe, we get to see Master Julian in such glorious form!” “Master Julian, why don’t you just sculpt a nude pair of the two of you? I’ll pre-order it, price is negotiable!” Over the past two years, his sculptures had been hyped up to astronomical prices, and not one could be found. The buyers in the group were too busy praising Julian to do anything else, so of course, they sided with Chloe. If putting me down could earn them the master’s favor and a sculpture, they’d happily go all out. Even though more than half the buyers in the group were my connections, they still fawned over Chloe. What could I do? Julian was the sculpting master, and Chloe was his new darling he wanted to promote. And I, a mere art academy teacher and his agent, was, at best, just a glorified, love-blinded assistant. Gritting my teeth, I exhaled slowly, put away my phone, and dutifully surveyed the exhibition hall. I’d only walked a few steps when Chloe FaceTimed me, her tone utterly impolite: “Skylar, Professor Julian said to return home as soon as the exhibition is over to rough-sculpt our new piece.” “Let him sculpt it himself!” I laughed in anger. Every time Julian claimed inspiration, he’d make me rough-sculpt the plaster according to his ideas, and then he’d do the fine carving and polishing. I understood his ‘hard work,’ so I always helped him with those menial tasks. Had he gotten addicted to using me? Chloe’s voice dripped with arrogance: “But Professor Julian and I will both be completely nude models…” My face darkened, and I frowned: “What do you mean?” “It’s that explicit, dual-pose sculpture the buyer in the group pre-ordered. Professor Julian agreed, he said he wants you to sculpt it for us. Skylar, can you come home quickly? The buyer is pushing for it,” Chloe said, her voice dripping with insolence. I felt a wave of powerlessness, like I couldn’t slap her through the screen. Was it the buyer who specifically requested an explicit sculpture, or did Chloe just want to stir something up with her art academy professor? When Julian needed a model, Chloe had shamelessly begged and pleaded with me until I hired her. Out of consideration for her being a student, I even made sure she had some coverings, and to ease her fear, I was always present during Julian’s sculpting sessions. Yet, she just kept shedding more and more, even getting Julian to strip with her. Now she wanted me to sculpt their live explicit art? “Julian didn’t tell me about this. I can’t do that job. Besides, I’m very busy in Paris. If the buyer is in a hurry, tell his assistant to sculpt it for you. His skills are better than mine!” With that, I hung up before she could reply, then blocked her number again. It was laughable. Did Julian even remember I was his wife? Making me watch their live erotic scene? Purely to disgust me. A surge of pent-up frustration with nowhere to vent, I went to the restroom and splashed water on my face. Just as I came out, the venue manager trotted over, holding his phone up: “Ms. Skylar, Mr. Julian is calling you.” That persistent pest… Knowing Julian was bound to explode again, I took the call but didn’t bring it to my ear.

“Is Master Julian calling just to yell at me? Then I’m hanging up.” I dabbed my face with a tissue, my tone flat. “I admit, making excuses and breaking the appointment was wrong, but that’s no reason for you to disrespect Chloe.” “Right now, unblock both of us. Otherwise, our marriage is over.” My fingernails dug deep into my palm. I truly hadn’t expected Julian to be the one to propose divorce first, one day. I was about to agree, but then Chloe’s suggestive voice drifted from the background, as if she’d struck a pose and was asking Julian how it looked. I felt a wave of nausea: “Your muse is calling you, Master Julian. You two go wild with your art. As an outsider, I won’t interfere.” “After all, I’m the only one with a filthy mind, and you two are perfectly pure.” Julian flew into a rage: “We are!” “Chloe is a low-income student. I just want to give her a chance to get exposure and earn money. What’s wrong with me, her professor, helping her out? What are you making a fuss about?” Chloe’s voice grew closer on the phone, her soft, alluring breaths audible: “Professor Julian, what do you think… about this pose?” The next second, Julian seemed to pull the phone away, his tone infatuated: “Yes… that’s the feeling. You lie there, don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Then, he leaned closer to the microphone, his voice suddenly deepening: “I’m giving you two days. Get your ass back from Paris immediately and rough-sculpt for us. Otherwise, whether it’s at home or the Art Academy, I’ll make sure you’re out!” The line went dead. I realized how terribly wrong I had been. Wrong to think that personally organizing an exhibition would somehow reign in his wild ways. I should have guessed the outcome the moment Julian, without even looking, hastily signed our divorce papers. After returning the phone to the manager, I left the exhibition early and, back at the hotel, checked my phone. Countless missed calls and messages flooded in, all inquiring about Julian and Chloe’s two-person sculpture. The group had blown up my mentions, densely packed with people reserving sculptures, some even offering millions, tens of millions, with no upper limit. The buyers were in a frenzy, demanding a definitive answer from me. But I would get my divorce decree tomorrow. What answer was there to give? With a few quick taps, I left the group and immediately sent my resignation to the Art Academy’s HR department. The message showed as ‘read,’ but there was no response. I called, but the line was busy. Puzzled, I started packing my luggage. But just as I finished, the Dean of the Art Academy called. He said the art entrance exam questions had been leaked, and someone had reported me for accepting bribes and compromising the fairness of the exams. At that moment, many parents of students who failed the exams were causing a scene at the school gate. For a second, I thought my mind had just short-circuited. They were sensible words, yet I couldn’t make sense of a single one. “Dean Miller, could the student have reported the wrong person? I’m just a teaching assistant; I’ve never even been assigned to proctor an exam. How could I possibly have the ability to leak exam questions?” But then the Dean sent me a three-page long accusation letter. Reading the contents, my hands trembled with fear. I forgot to check out of my room and frantically bought a ticket back home. When I rushed into the Dean’s office, dusty and disheveled, I immediately demanded to confront the accuser. Dean Miller said nothing, merely bringing out the witness: a close acquaintance of Chloe’s, the student who claimed to have offered the bribe—Maya. “Dean Miller, she’s a close acquaintance of Chloe’s. Chloe and I have deep-seated animosity; it’s possible she’s framing me.” “Enough!” Julian suddenly pushed the door open, storming in and yelling at me without any verification: “Framing? You just hate her and want to drag Chloe down!” “Skylar! I thought you were just overly jealous, but still had professional ethics as a teacher. I never imagined you’d actually be corrupt!” “Do you know how important the fairness of the art exams is? You’re destroying the futures of other candidates! A selfish and greedy person like you doesn’t deserve to be a teacher, and certainly doesn’t deserve to be my wife!” I instantly froze, my heart feeling as if it had been brutally split in half by an axe. After a long moment, I managed to speak, my voice rough: “Julian, in your eyes, am I the kind of person who would accept bribes from students?” Julian stared at me coldly, his gaze filled with murderous hatred: “Otherwise, what? The USB drive with my exam materials from my study is missing.” One sentence sealed everything.

Instantly, everyone in the office looked at me with disgust. “I’ve never seen any USB drive!” I squeezed out my rebuttal through gritted teeth. I did indeed manage Julian’s study, but for nearly a year after Chloe appeared, he had explicitly forbidden me from entering it again. Only Chloe, however, could come and go freely! Unwillingly, I continued to defend myself, but with Professor Julian’s testimony, everything was quickly decided. Dean Miller immediately issued a termination letter, and a group of student parents spat at me. Dejected and downcast, I was just being ushered out of the academy building when an unknown student parent slapped me to the ground with a “smack!” “You shameless bitch! Stripping naked to seduce my son, how can the Art Academy have a slutty teacher like you! Aren’t you afraid of corrupting the students? I’ll tear you apart for acting like a slut!” The woman shrieked, lunging at me, straddling me and furiously beating me. My face stung with pain, and my vision gradually turned red, but I still saw Julian standing on the steps in front of the building. He casually glanced at me, then walked away. Finally, the woman was dragged away by security, but the crowd continued to point and whisper about me. I had just stood up, trying to ask what was happening, when a trending topic on a phone was shoved in my face. The headline read: **【TRENDING# An Art Academy Teacher, Skylar, Publicly Posts Nude Photos on School Forum, Intending to Seduce Male University Students】** Underneath were countless nude photos, all posted on the school forum in my name. The comments section had millions of shares, cursing me, saying I didn’t deserve to be a teacher, and demanding I leave the academy. From beside me, Chloe’s sugary-sweet mockery drifted over: “Professor Skylar, so you’re even trashier than I am?” I suddenly turned my head and saw her glance at the blood on my face, then her gaze fell on the termination letter, and she exclaimed. “Oh dear, have you been kicked out of school?” Wasn’t this all her doing? What’s with the act? Stepping back, I scoffed coldly: “What goes around comes around, Chloe. I just don’t have the evidence yet, but you will pay for what you’ve done!” Did she think everything would be fine just because Julian helped her commit perjury? I only hoped she’d still be smiling so smugly when we got to court. Chloe’s face stiffened, a flicker of guilt flashing in her eyes. But seeing me about to leave, she immediately put on a disdainful, haughty expression and accused me: “Skylar, you openly accepted bribes, corrupted your teacher’s ethics, and ruined the school’s reputation! How dare you just walk away?” “Today, you must get on your knees and apologize to all the teachers, students, and parents! Otherwise, you’re not leaving!” As she shouted, more and more people gathered. I tried to leave, but she held me in a death grip. “Get off me!” I frowned deeply, violently shaking her off, but Chloe, using my momentum, suddenly fell to the ground and shrieked. “Ah—Professor Skylar, don’t hit me!” The next second, someone kicked me away, and I was in such pain my insides felt scrambled. “Skylar! How dare you bully Chloe again!” Julian withdrew his foot, carefully helped Chloe up, his features scrunched up, full of heartache. He was always like this, always blindly taking Chloe’s side, never bothering to understand the truth. The girl nestled in his arms, like a frightened little rabbit, timidly said: “Professor Julian… I’m fine. Professor Skylar, it was just an accident that…” As she spoke, the man opposite grew even angrier, glaring at me as if I were a heinous criminal. “Skylar, are you even human? You openly cheated on me, and you’re always bullying Chloe. How exactly did she offend you?” “Now, apologize to her immediately!” Meeting his cold, almost cruel gaze, I stood my ground fiercely: “You want me to apologize? Fine, then tell everyone right now who went into your study and stole the USB drive?” “You tell me, and I’ll apologize to her immediately.” Hearing this, Julian’s breath caught. He glanced at my battered state, then leaned closer, his tone softening: “Alright, I know you didn’t do it, but the situation has blown up. What do you expect me to do? Chloe is still a student; I can’t ruin her future.” “And what about me! You can just ruin my future!” My eyes narrowed. In that instant, anger, fury, and even a touch of unbelievable grievance and a coldness in my heart, surged through me. I loudly questioned him, questioned this man I had shared a bed with for seven years. Never had my heart felt so utterly cold! Noticing my voice was too loud, drawing eager, prying looks from those around us, Julian panicked slightly. He urgently ordered me to lower my voice. But the next moment, my voice was extremely soft: “Julian, let’s get a divorce.” I thought, since I’d brought up divorce, he would surely take it seriously. But I was wrong… “Alright, don’t use divorce to threaten me. Can you really bear to divorce? I didn’t cheat, Chloe is just work. Stop while you’re ahead, don’t make a fuss!” He wanted to say more, but then Chloe let out a cry of pain. Julian didn’t even make me apologize anymore. He picked her up and ran towards the infirmary, blatantly disregarding the student-teacher boundaries. It was fine. If they didn’t care, then neither did I. I found a random hotel to stay in, and the next day, I headed straight to the courthouse and picked up my long-awaited divorce decree. The last step to sever all ties with Julian was to go home, pack my things, sell the house, and then leave for good. But “Unlock Failed—” My keypad lock suddenly wouldn’t open.

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My CEO husband, Damian Thorne, promised to take me to the ocean for our wedding anniversary. But then a hurricane hit. I waited for over two agonizing hours in the fierce wind and rain, and he never showed. Finally, a text popped up: *emergency business trip, can’t make it.* Yet, moments later, Chloe Summers, his intern, posted a video on Ins: My usually pampered husband was barefoot, helping local workers transport seafood. Her caption read: “My CEO husband isn’t afraid of a little hard work!” I smiled, then liked and commented: “So diligent, a true role model for us all.” The company WhatsApp group instantly blew up, everyone wondering if I’d finally snap. Damian called, his voice tight with suppressed fury: “Seraphina! What was the meaning of that comment? Were you trying to humiliate Chloe?” “What’s wrong with me helping her family move some fish during a hurricane? You, with your silver spoon, wouldn’t understand real struggles.” “Delete the comment now. I’ll take you to the ocean in a few days.” A wave of nausea washed over me. I commented back: “No thanks. I’m not interested in watching the ocean with someone who’s already been *rolling in the muck with a certain swine*.” Yes, Damian Thorne was tainted. I was done with him.

“Seraphina, are you insane? I’ve been explaining this for ages, can you just stop making a scene?” “No need to say anything else. Let’s get a divorce.” I closed my eyes, my voice flat. “Why are you so jealous again? I told you, we’re just colleagues. During a hurricane, I couldn’t just leave a young girl to work in the rain, could I?” “The ocean isn’t going anywhere, but what if she gets sick from the rain?” He seemed to forget that I was the one who went to meet him. And now I was trapped on an isolated road, stranded by the hurricane. Icy rain, driven by the hurricane, lashed furiously against my face. I cut him off, seething. “I’m still stuck on Oceanfront Road, and the water’s up to my ankles.” Hearing I was in danger, Damian’s voice took on a hint of urgency: “Wait for me, I’m coming to get you right away.” What should have been a thirty-minute drive, Damian made in twenty. He got out, looking disheveled from the rush. The moment he saw me, his eyes filled with concern and worry. He strode forward, scooped up my soaking wet body, and started walking towards his car. But even in the twelve-grade wind, the cheap perfume scent clinging to his clothes wouldn’t dissipate. It stung my nostrils, wave after wave. I was about to speak, but then Damian’s phone rang. It was Chloe’s special ringtone. He almost instinctively dropped me, answering the call. “Oh, Damian, I think I have a cold. My head feels so dizzy.” Damian’s brows furrowed, his eyes filled with worry and concern. He fumbled frantically in his pockets for the car keys. Then he cooed softly to Chloe, a tenderness in his voice I’d never heard: “Sweetheart, wait for me at home, I’ll take you to the hospital.” The arm that had been holding me suddenly released, and I fell back into the mud with a splash. He opened the car door, got in, and without a backward glance, urged me: “Get in, quick!” Gritting my teeth against the searing pain, I struggled to my feet. Just as I was about to get in, the car door slammed shut automatically, catching my clothes. My heart clenched. I immediately pounded on the door, but Damian, desperate to reach Chloe, had completely forgotten I even existed. As the car started, I lost my footing and fell heavily to the ground. The vehicle dragged me, speeding off in the rain. Mud lashed at me like knives, tearing at my skin. The scenery blurred past, and it felt like my insides were being ripped out. The soul-piercing agony made me howl in torment. I was dragged for hundreds of feet until my clothes ripped, and I collapsed in the mud. Looking down, the flesh and blood on my legs mixed with the muddy water, and the pain was so intense I lost consciousness. I lay there on the ground, helpless and desperate, my last shred of illusion about Damian shattered. Later, a kind stranger who passed by drove me home. As soon as I got home, I saw Chloe @everyone in the SnapChat group: “My Ins post today was just a joke, I hope no one misunderstood. Thank you, Mr. Thorne, for not holding it against me and rushing to take me to the hospital.” This wasn’t an explanation; it was a blatant brag. I put my phone down and disinfected my profusely bleeding wounds. Tears streamed down my face, hot and stinging amidst the agonizing pain. “Seraphina, where did you run off to?” Footsteps approached, and Damian walked into the room, his voice accusatory, bringing with him the damp, chilling air. Seeing my bloodied, mangled wounds, his impending lecture died in his throat. He frowned. “How did you get yourself into such a state?” He stepped forward, about to inspect my wounds. I turned away, avoiding him, and sneered, “You really don’t know how I ended up like this?” Who invited me to watch the ocean during a hurricane? Who left me stranded by the sea for Chloe? And who dragged me for hundreds of feet with their car?! Damian nervously touched his nose, yet still adopted a self-righteous, ‘I’ve done nothing wrong’ stance: “I told you, Chloe and I are completely innocent. I just helped her because I felt sorry for a struggling small-town girl trying to make it in the city. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do!” Seeing I didn’t speak, his voice grew colder, and he questioned me as if I were the one in the wrong: “Seraphina, do you have to pick a fight with me today? And after all I did, preparing an anniversary gift for you.” He said, and with an angry huff, aggressively shoved a soaking wet gift box towards me. The box knocked over the iodine on the table, soaking my freshly bandaged wound. The flood of suppressed hurt and indignation finally broke. I swung the box with all my might, smashing it into Damian’s face: “I don’t want your damn gifts!” Every time he messed up, he’d buy me a gift to placate me, but I later found out they were always Chloe’s discards. Damian’s temple was gashed, and a trickle of blood immediately appeared. He cried out in pain, clutching his eye. I slapped the divorce papers onto the table: “It’s past midnight. Our anniversary is over.” “Our marriage is done.”

“Seraphina! Don’t push your luck!” Damian warned, his voice low and dangerous. I retorted, “*I’m* pushing my luck?” Whether it was the searing pain in my legs or the chilling realization in my heart, large tears streamed down my face. Seeing me cry, Damian’s expression softened: “Let’s not talk about that now. I’ll take you to the hospital.” He started to reach for me, but I instinctively recoiled. My wound hit the table leg, and the bandage instantly turned crimson. “Get out! I don’t need you to take me! Remember this: we’re already divorced!” The moment he abandoned me, gravely injured, to take Chloe, I stopped trusting him completely. Damian’s fists clenched, his body trembling. Then, with a roar of suppressed fury, he slammed the door and left. After Damian left, I drafted my resignation letter and sent it to HR. HR was incredibly shocked, replying with a dozen messages, saying he couldn’t approve it without Damian’s permission. I braced myself for a standoff with Damian. But within a minute, my resignation was approved. It seemed Damian no longer had any feelings for me whatsoever. The next morning, I went to the office to pack my things. All my colleagues were gossiping about my resignation. I ignored them, focusing on my packing. Suddenly, Chloe slammed a half-empty bubble tea down in front of me, her lipstick stain still on the straw: “Seraphina darling, can you print this contract for me? I’ll buy you a bubble tea.” Chloe looked at me with a smirk of provocation. I stood up and immediately splashed the bubble tea onto her face: “I’ve resigned, and I’m divorced. Stop with your roundabout attempts to flaunt that trash Damian and disgust me!” The sticky bubble tea dripped from Chloe’s hair, and she looked pathetic, her eyes welling up. Damian rushed over, his heart aching as he meticulously wiped her face with tissues. His gaze turned icy, sharp as a blade, when he looked at me: “Seraphina, you’ve gone too far! Apologize to Chloe, now!” A flicker of triumph crossed Chloe’s eyes. Then she tugged at Damian’s sleeve, shaking her head: “It’s not Seraphina’s fault, Mr. Thorne. I just wanted to share my favorite bubble tea, but I forgot she’s a sophisticated city girl and, well, *different* from me.” Damian looked at Chloe’s tearful face, veins throbbing in his neck, and raised his voice: “Just because you were born in the city makes you superior? Gives you the right to trample on others’ kindness?” “Drink that bubble tea off the floor!” Hearing his words, the colleagues, who had been openly eavesdropping on the drama, all turned to stare. My eyes reddened as I looked at Damian, backing away step by step. He grabbed my wrist and forced me down onto the floor. The bubble tea on the ground was now a muddy mess. “Apologize!” Damian commanded. I bit my lip hard, shaking my head. Damian suddenly remembered something, his eyes hardening, his voice turning chilling: “Seraphina, why are you always defying me lately?” “If you still refuse to apologize to Chloe… you’ll need to *reflect* on your actions.” He tightened his grip on my wrist and dragged me towards the warehouse. I pulled with all my might to free my hand, but his grip only grew tighter. Damian yanked me into the hot, cramped warehouse. He looked around, then pinned both my hands with one of his, while picking up a dusty rope from the corner. My eyes reddened, and I shook my head, “Damian, you can’t.” Before I could finish, Damian had already tied my hands, securing them with a knot that was impossible to undo. He lightly bit the back of my hand: “Seraphina, you’ve been too spoiled lately. You can stay here and think about what you did wrong…” “I didn’t do anything wrong…” He placed his index finger over my lips, making a shushing gesture: “Shh, think clearly before you speak.” Then, with a sharp *rip*, he tore off a piece of duct tape and sealed my mouth. I twisted, trying to run while he adjusted the tape. But he yanked the rope, pulling me back and pushing me onto a chair. He brutally secured me to the chair, the rope wrapped dozens of times around me. I writhed and struggled, but I couldn’t move. The wounds on my legs bled again. Damian slammed the heavy metal door shut. From beyond the door, his voice, muffled but cutting like an icy blade, drifted in: “You better reflect deeply. You can come out when you realize your mistake!”

I gasped for air, my heart spasmed violently. Damian knew I had a heart condition and that heatstroke could be fatal, yet he deliberately locked me in a 104-degree Fahrenheit (40-degree Celsius) warehouse. My clothes were drenched in sweat, and I was so weak I was on the verge of collapsing. I don’t know how long passed before the warehouse door finally opened. Damian walked in, his expression neutral. He removed the tape from my mouth and untied me: “Seraphina, don’t let it happen again.” I frowned, confused, then saw Chloe leaning against the door, watching me with a taunting smirk: “Seraphina dear, I accept your apology.” I clutched my chest, my voice, dry and frail, was like a ghost’s whisper: “What apology?” As the rope fell to the floor, my body went limp, and I collapsed into Damian’s arms. His voice softened: “I’ll take you back.” My whole body tensed. I used all my strength to slap Damian across the face: “Let go of me!” Damian’s icy gaze pierced me. Seeing my pale face, he clenched his fists and stormed out in a fit of pique. Full of confusion, I leaned against the wall and walked out of the warehouse, only to find all my colleagues looking at me with strange, contemptuous eyes. Some even spat at me with righteous indignation. Moments later, my phone vibrated incessantly. The entire company WhatsApp group was buzzing about the ‘confession letter’ I supposedly wrote: “I was wrong. I apologize to Ms. Chloe Summers. My suspicion, jealousy, and shamelessness have hurt her…” My fists clenched tight. Damian had forged my confession letter, painting me as a shameless, vile wretch! In the past, I would have gone ballistic and confronted Damian. But now I was tired. Nothing mattered more than getting divorced. Ignoring my belongings, I grabbed my bag and left. At the exit, Chloe blocked my way: “Seraphina dear, you’re so pathetic!”

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The day I returned home after a long trip, the news of my lawyer husband, Julian, throwing a lavish birthday party for me was all over the news. But the night before my birthday, a message popped up on his phone: “It’s been five years. I’ve been waiting for you.” Julian pushed me away, his face etched with guilt. He claimed the firm had an urgent case, and he was specifically requested to handle it. “Sera, I’m so sorry. My managing partner just notified me about an emergency business trip. I won’t be able to celebrate your birthday with you tomorrow.” Seeing him leave without a moment’s hesitation, I secretly activated the tracking app on his phone. Watching the red dot on the screen slowly move, I discreetly hailed a cab and followed right behind him. I had just been appointed as the firm’s managing partner myself, and I’d specifically approved his leave. How could there be an “emergency case” assigned to him? I was going to find out who he was so desperately rushing to see at midnight.

Julian’s car finally stopped at the Grand Ballroom of the Riverside Manor. I immediately drove over. From a distance, I could hear countless fireworks exploding. As I got closer, I saw ribbons filling the air, blurring everyone’s faces. Two servers pushed a cake, taller than any person, towards the main table. “Happy Birthday, my wife! Happy Fifth Wedding Anniversary!” My heart lurched violently. That was Julian’s voice! And he was calling the woman in his arms his wife! Fifth wedding anniversary? Wasn’t that with me? As the ribbons fell, my breath caught in my throat the moment I clearly saw the woman’s face! Chloe! How was the daughter of our housekeeper here? The compliments of the crowd erupted: “I heard Mr. Julian’s doting wife is the heiress of the prominent Sterling family in our city. Seeing her today, Miss Sterling is truly extraordinary!” “Yes, indeed. Miss Sterling and Mr. Julian are childhood sweethearts, a picture-perfect couple, truly made for each other!” Since when did Chloe become the heiress of my family, the Sterling family of this city?! I don’t have any older or younger sisters! It was true that she and Julian were childhood sweethearts, because Chloe’s mother was originally a housekeeper for Julian’s family. But because Julian liked Chloe, his family fired her mother. My family was the one who took them in, mother and daughter! I, out of kindness, even arranged for Chloe to work at the law firm. Though it was just for printing documents, I made sure she was well-paid. But I was gone from the city for just half a month, and now Chloe had magically transformed into Miss Sterling and Julian’s wife! “Thanks to Miss Sterling’s efforts, Sterling & Associates managed to land multi-million dollar cases!” “Mr. Julian is truly blessed!” They exchanged happy smiles, just like the hero and heroine in a syrupy-sweet romance novel, so sweet it was sickening. Just then, Chloe gripped Julian’s hand, her face blushing as she said: “Julian and I grew up together. We’ve been in love for 20 years!” “Julian was worried that media gossip would affect my life, so he kept our relationship private.” Julian smiled, silently assenting. The guests nodded, an “oh, I see” expression on their faces. I laughed. No wonder Julian always kept me out of the public eye, even hiding our relationship at the firm. It was all to let Chloe shed her identity as the housekeeper’s daughter and take my place! To solidify her status as Miss Sterling, she even had to steal my birthday! Since he loved Chloe so much, I’d grant these scumbags their wish. I’d divorce him immediately! I walked forward, step by step, and saw Julian putting his arm around Chloe’s waist, talking confidently: “Besides not wanting Chloe to be harassed, the Sterling family values discretion, especially for its daughters.” “What? I never knew the Sterling family had such a rule.” “Julian, when did you get another wife behind my back?” I shouted, and the noisy hall instantly fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Julian almost instinctively, immediately let go of Chloe. His face turned a mix of green and white, lost in thought. I quickly stepped forward, snatched the red wine glass from his hand, and splashed it all over his face: “What? Your ‘business trip’ took you straight into another woman’s arms?”

“Seraphina, what the hell is wrong with you!” Julian snapped back to reality, wiping the red wine from his face, trembling with rage. His face was flushed with anger, but his flickering eyes couldn’t hide his guilt. Before I could question him further, Mr. Davies, the chief lawyer from a rival firm, incited the crowd’s anger: “Security! Why are you letting any crazy person in here!” “This is a top-tier legal networking event. Who do you think you are, impersonating Mrs. Julian and slandering our Mr. Julian?” “You’re deliberately damaging someone’s reputation. Apologize now!” The junior lawyers, eager to follow suit, chimed in: “You’ve come to the wrong place to throw a tantrum! We deal with law here. There are plenty of legal ways to sue you!” “Mr. Julian is too kind to bother with you, but we must uphold justice!” I let out a sarcastic laugh, looking at Julian: “You want to ‘bother with me’?” “Setting everything else aside, Mr. Big-Shot Lawyer, living together as husband and wife, that de facto marriage, it already constitutes bigamy. You wouldn’t be unaware of that, would you?” “Just now you said ‘fifth wedding anniversary,’ that could get you two years, you know!” Chloe’s eyes instantly welled up, and she shrank into my husband’s arms, looking pitiful: “Sera, please don’t make trouble for Julian. It’s all my fault…” Seeing Chloe’s teary-eyed look, Julian immediately flared up, giving me a cold warning: “Seraphina, what nonsense are you talking about bigamy? Get home, now!” That phrase, “Get home,” made everyone present smell gossip, and they began to scrutinize me with renewed curiosity. I scoffed: “Afraid your fake wife can’t handle the truth?” “Sera! Even though your mother worked for Julian’s family and took care of him since he was little, you’re going too far!” Chloe raised her voice, righteous indignation coloring her tone. “Even if you like Julian, he and I have a baby on the way! Please, stop trying to ruin my family, I’m begging you!” “I felt sorry for you and got you a job at the firm. Why are you so ungrateful?” I was stunned, utterly bewildered. Weren’t those *my* lines? Chloe had no shame! Julian, seeing the suspicion in everyone’s eyes, added solemnly: “I always kept my distance from Seraphina. I never imagined she’d be so shameless, causing a scene like this. I apologize for the embarrassment!” “Seraphina, if you keep this up, don’t blame me for firing you and kicking you out of my house!” It was then that everyone finally dismissed their doubts, whispering amongst themselves: “So she’s the Julian family’s housekeeper? No wonder she said ‘get home’ earlier.” “She looks decent, but she’s just a gold-digger trying to sleep her way to the top! Spreading rumors about Mr. Julian’s bigamy, she’s got a death wish.” “Women like that will do anything to climb the ladder, forget selling themselves, they’d disown their own parents.” Listening to these words, I playfully looked at Chloe, whose smile grew increasingly stiff. To be insulted directly and still manage to smile, Chloe was quite something. I nodded, giving Chloe a disdainful look: “You’re absolutely right. People like that will disown their own parents to climb the ladder!” “Chloe, wouldn’t you agree?” “What did you say when you first seduced Julian, got thrown out by his family, and begged me to take you in?” “Is marrying my husband and bearing his child your way of repaying me?”

Chloe’s face flushed crimson. Before I could expose more of her ugly deeds, someone suddenly pushed me from behind. I fell, hitting my head on a table corner. A warm trickle of blood flowed out, and my vision blurred with pain. Opening my eyes, I saw a woman dressed to the nines smash a piece of cake into my face: “Pfft! What rubbish are you spouting!” “Chloe clearly looks like a lady from a good family. With your housekeeper’s poor, trashy appearance, how dare you lust after Mr. Julian?” Chloe’s face was full of smug satisfaction: “Exactly! I secured three multi-million dollar cases in one month. If a mere housekeeper like you could easily impersonate me, then my Oxford Law PhD would be meaningless.” Haha, Chloe was trying to steal every single bit of my identity! “Yeah! Housekeepers should stick to housekeeper duties, not try to seduce the master.” “Chloe, we can’t keep people like this around. If she dares to impersonate you today, who knows what she’ll do tomorrow!” “If you love seducing men so much, stop being a housekeeper and go sell yourself instead.” I looked at Julian. He was cold-faced, nonchalantly swirling the wine in his glass. “Julian, do you remember what you said when you were pursuing me? You said you’d love me forever, protect me forever.” “Now you just watch them humiliate me?” Julian’s expression quickly shifted, until finally, his voice, cold and unfamiliar, pierced through me: “If you hadn’t insisted on making a scene, would it have come to this?” Chloe got even more emboldened: “Julian told me you’ve been constantly harassing and seducing him. He only tolerated you because your mother worked for his family for over a decade.” “But fabricating rumors about Julian’s bigamy is just too much!” “I declare, I declare Seraphina dismissed. Sterling & Associates does not keep ungrateful vipers!” Ungrateful viper? I looked at Julian: “Are you sure Chloe was the one who secured those deals?” “For Sterling & Associates to be where it is today, who was it that went out and developed clients? Who burned the midnight oil organizing case files? And who secured ten multi-million dollar deals, one after another, to solidify the firm’s position?” “Julian, do you dare tell everyone?” Julian’s face showed a flicker of apprehension and hesitation. The next moment, I heard Chloe say: “To give you a chance to develop, we did let you talk to these clients in the early stages. But all those cases were problematic, and Julian and I had to clean up your mess in the end.” Hearing this, Julian seemed to genuinely believe that he and Chloe had saved the day and secured the deals. His expression turned cold: “Seraphina, I’ve indulged you too much. You actually dare to claim Chloe’s achievements as your own!” After Julian’s words, everyone’s gaze turned even more contemptuous: “A mere administrative assistant who just makes coffee and prints documents, trying to steal credit from Miss Chloe? That’s like a fly growing wings and thinking it can touch the sky!” Julian gripped Chloe’s hand: “If you resign now and hand over Mr. Sterling’s contact information to Chloe, we won’t pursue the bigamy rumors against you.” My heart turned cold. My husband, who had shared my bed for five years, was waiting here to scheme against me? So they were eyeing the nearly twenty million dollars in legal fees from the three massive cases I brought in! He’d played such a grand game to please his mistress! I shook my head, chuckling. Julian had miscalculated. His mistake was in underestimating my family. They were too low-status to realize that my family, the Sterling family, *was* the wealthiest family in the city! And the clients for those multi-million dollar cases? They were all my Grandfather! As Miss Sterling, it was time for me to deal with these imposters who had sullied my name. I smiled and said: “You’ll get the number right away.” “But, you two wouldn’t possibly think that a couple of incompetent fakes like you could land Mr. Sterling’s cases, would you?” “Julian, you can use me up and toss me aside? But let me remind you, ungrateful vipers never come to a good end!” “I’ll send the divorce papers to your email shortly.”

“Seraphina, are you insane? You’ve gotten addicted to acting like Mrs. Julian, like a rich heiress?” “What divorce! My wife has always been Chloe.” Julian gritted his teeth, trembling. He was in too deep now, forced to keep up the lie. I crossed my arms, watching them like a spectator at a comedy. Around me, quite a few people subtly changed their demeanor, becoming more respectful towards me. Their whispers, in the now quiet room, were remarkably clear: “Seraphina also has the surname Sterling. Could it be that Chloe is actually the mistress?” “I heard the real Sterling heiress is very low-key. Isn’t Chloe’s outfit, covered in logos, a bit too deliberate?” Hearing this, Chloe’s smile faltered, and she glared at me furiously: “Seraphina, I have an Oxford Law PhD. How dare you, a high school dropout with no real smarts, utter such outrageous claims!?” “I’m calling Grandfather Arthur Sterling right now to show you how a professional handles multi-million dollar cases!” Seeing her so confident, those opportunists started observing again. “Seraphina, I can’t believe how calculating you are. You know Mr. Sterling is notoriously hard to reach, yet you provoked Chloe into calling him in front of everyone!” “No wonder we almost fell for your tricks, what cunning tactics!” “Since you claim you handled those multi-million dollar cases, then show us proof.” “I ask you, is your name listed as the client on *any* of those cases?” My heart sank. No wonder Julian always sweet-talked me into putting the cases under his name, claiming it was to build a reputation for Sterling & Associates. It was all for this day, to steal everything from me and give it to Chloe! My identity as Miss Sterling, my status as Mrs. Julian, my Oxford PhD (which he knew I was pursuing), even the cases I handled for him—he wanted to steal it all! I laughed self-deprecatingly. How blind was I to have loved such a scumbag for five years? Seeing my silence, the entire room full of sycophantic lawyers began to attack me: “Talks a big game, but can’t produce a shred of evidence! Pathetic, stop pretending!” “This crazy dog, impersonating Miss Sterling and biting at everyone, get the security to throw her out! She’s disgusting!” A few sleazy men exchanged lewd glances and started to surround me: “No need for security. We’ll drag her out and teach her a good lesson ourselves, then she’ll be docile!” Meeting their naked gazes, I felt a chill run through me and trembled as I backed away. Julian frowned slightly, a hesitant look on his face. “It’s just a little lesson to make her remember. We’re all lawyers in this city, nobody will go too far.” Hearing this, Julian seemed to be given a green light, and turned his head, no longer looking at me. A bald man, Frank, grabbed my wrist, his eyes lingering on my chest. I used all my strength to yell: “Let go!” “I am the granddaughter of Arthur Sterling, the wealthiest man in the city! Dare to touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Everyone present froze for a second, then burst into uproarious laughter! “That’s hilarious! The little housekeeper is really getting into her acting!” “You know what, with a scream like that, she almost has the demeanor of an heiress!” Frank tugged me, dragging me out, while two other men seized the opportunity to grope me. “Alright, alright, go ahead and act like the rich man’s granddaughter. Just let us have some fun.” Tears in my eyes, I looked at Julian and screamed: “Julian!” “Stop them right now! My family, the Sterlings, can help your family rise, and we can also make you disappear overnight!” Julian turned to look at me, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He simply said, “Oh.” “Seraphina, blame your bad luck. The daughter of a servant should not dream of being Mrs. Julian, should not dream of replacing Chloe.” Frank, hearing this, became even more brazen, his hand reaching into my blouse and fondling me wantonly. “Mr. Arthur Sterling has arrived!”

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Everyone knew the acclaimed actor, Julian Reed, and the rising starlet, Fiona White, were practically smitten with each other. He spent her birthdays with her, showered her with gifts, and protected her career in the cutthroat entertainment industry. They were just one step away from making it official. Until my personal blog, filled with sweet memories of Julian and me, was dug up. Suddenly, the internet exploded with a torrent of abuse: “Who’s this nobody trying to cling to fame?” “Get lost, delusional fangirl!” But then Julian left a comment for me: “Haze, please come back. Let’s start over.” I can’t come back, Julian. I’m already gone. 【June 24, 2024, Sunny. Julian Reed, I don’t like the tenth-anniversary gift you gave me. I’m mad. It’ll take ten kisses to make me feel better.】 It was a necklace, from one of my favorite niche designers. I loved her philosophy: nothing in this world is meaningful unless it’s unique. So, she only ever made one of each piece. One of a kind, irreplaceable. I’d always wanted a piece of her work. I once showed Julian a bracelet, telling him how much I loved it. He sat there, chin propped on his hand, gazing at me with such tender affection. “Hubby will buy it for you, Haze. Anything you want, I’ll get it.” The memory was still so fresh, it could have been yesterday. But today, he’d given me a necklace. Not the bracelet I’d been dreaming of. A wave of disappointment twisted my already aching stomach, making me feel irritable. I put down the necklace, met his eyes, and asked, “Why isn’t it that bracelet?” His expression flickered with panic for a second, but he quickly covered it up. He said with a feigned regret, “I’m so sorry, Haze. I was too late; that bracelet had already sold.” “This necklace is beautiful too. It’ll look stunning on you.” I stared into his carefully composed eyes, managing a bitter smile. Julian Reed. Julian Reed. I never wear necklaces. Had you forgotten? After what happened, how could I ever dare to wear one? That night, Julian pulled me close in bed. He pressed soft kisses to the back of my neck, feigning endless tenderness. “Haze, happy tenth wedding anniversary.” In the darkness, I gave a mocking little tug at the corner of my mouth. Julian, today isn’t our tenth wedding anniversary. Yesterday was.

I knew exactly where that bracelet went. A photo of its owner, wearing it, was sitting quietly in my phone. The sender had no name attached, but I knew exactly who she was. Fiona White, the rising starlet, my husband’s on-screen partner. They’d played a couple in a TV series that became a massive hit, shooting them to stardom. Now, they were reuniting on screen for a movie. She had added me on SnapChat a year ago and, ever since, would send me messages from time to time. Showing me just how good my husband was to her. When she struggled with a scene, he’d break it down line by line, rehearsing with her late into the night. He’d shield her from aggressive toasts and the pressures of industry gatherings, making sure she didn’t touch a drop of alcohol. He’d connect her with renowned directors, helping her climb from a complete nobody to the rising starlet she was today. She didn’t miss a single sweet detail between them, sending me every last bit of it. Until yesterday. Yesterday was my and Julian’s tenth wedding anniversary. It was also Fiona’s birthday. Julian didn’t come home. He went to celebrate with her. That evening, I received another message from her. A photo. A slender wrist adorned with an antique-looking bracelet, distinctive and unforgettable. The very bracelet Julian had promised me. 【Sister, don’t you think this bracelet is beautiful?】 【Julian got it for me.】 【I just mentioned it casually, and he gave it to me without hesitation.】 【Honestly, I can’t handle him. He’s going to spoil me rotten.】 I didn’t reply. I never replied to her messages, but she still persisted, happily sending them for an entire year. Perhaps she was certain I’d read them. And I always did. I watched my husband grow closer to another woman, doting on her, pouring all his energy into her. I used to dismiss Fiona’s messages. Did she even know what Julian and I had been through? We’d been married for ten years; our lives were intertwined, our existence woven into each other’s. He’d rescued me from a bleak childhood, and he’d promised to love me forever. I thought Julian and I would endure, steadfast, against anything. After all, in this vast world, we only had each other. I never imagined that after just ten years, his heart would begin to wander. He started noticing the scenery along the path, attempting to walk with someone else.

【August 19, 2024, Cloudy. Julian Reed sent me a dress, a backless style, so dramatic. He said he wanted me to wear it for him. He’s such a pervert.】 Julian sent his assistant to deliver the dress. It was incredibly sexy, exposing a large portion of my back, definitely not for everyday wear. While my roles were often glamorous, often villainous characters, or femme fatale roles that were all flash and no substance, that wasn’t my everyday style. Julian called me, patiently coaxing, “Please, Haze, my sweet wife, I miss you. Will you wear it and come see me?” He kept badgering me for ages, and eventually, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. I agreed. He said he’d be off set late, asking me to meet him at room 1407 in the hotel at midnight. The way he enthusiastically gave me instructions reminded me of when we were eighteen. We were both just starting college, having been together for only a year. He’d always hold and kiss me, murmuring about when we’d be adults, how he was about to explode from holding back. I could feel it—his words, his touch, his gaze, even his very soul, craved me. I reveled in that craving. He made me feel like my existence in this world had meaning. He was my reason to live. Julian Reed was Hazel’s reason to live, from eighteen to thirty-two. Always. At midnight, I wore that dress and knocked on the door of 1407. But it wasn’t Julian who opened it; it was a strange old man. We stared at each other for a moment in the doorway before his gaze turned lecherous, raking over me. Julian then appeared from behind me, pulling me away as he told the old man, “My apologies, Director Thompson. My assistant sent her to the wrong room.” Back in Julian’s room, he held me close, and we spent the night wrapped in each other. Half-asleep, I heard his faint whisper: “I’m sorry, Haze.”

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From the moment I could remember, Mom called me a slut. She’d say I was shameless, always trying to seduce my own father, stealing my mom’s man. She’d curse me for being indecent, dressing like a tramp, always trying to pick up any guy I met. The night before my college entrance exams, I called her, begging for help. “Mom, please save me!” All I got in response was the cold, unfeeling sound of a busy signal. She’d hung up on me. A cold, desolate smirk twisted my lips. I looked at the man behind me, his hands reaching out, contorted in a grotesque leer. I turned, and leaped from the high-rise building. Yet, my mom, who had always hated me, went completely insane after learning of my death. She dragged the killer, frantic, demanding he join me in my grave. Perhaps my obsession was too deep; my soul didn’t dissipate after I died. I watched my own body, shattered and broken from the fall. Yet, an inexplicable joy bubbled up inside me. I was dead. Mom could finally be happy, right? After all, she’d always loathed me, never once showing affection. She had accused me more than once of being manipulative, saying she’d only find peace once I was dead. Now, her wish had come true. I drifted towards the house, hoping for one last glimpse of my mom. Even if she didn’t love me. I don’t know how much time passed, but I finally arrived at the home I hadn’t stepped foot in for ages. Mom was just as I remembered, quietly reading a book, radiating a gentle warmth. I stood there, frozen, terrified of disturbing the scene. I’d forgotten I was dead, afraid to even breathe too loudly. It had been so long since I’d seen Mom not in a rage. The few times I did see her, I had to carefully hide myself, peeking from a distance. Mom, in my memories, had endless reprimands for me, and an unquenchable anger. Over time, I slowly understood that she didn’t like me. I pushed down my disappointment, trying my best in everything, hoping to win her favor. But no matter how much I did, I was eventually cast out of the house. A sharp ache stung my eyes. But I couldn’t blink away tears like I used to. My voice trembled as I carefully called out to her. “Mom.” Mom looked up, her gaze sweeping in my direction. There was no trace of the disgust I was so used to, just simple confusion in her eyes. It was the look I had yearned for every time I called her name. My breath hitched, and my eyes widened involuntarily. Mom, could she see me? But instead of meeting my hopeful gaze, Mom looked right past me. “What is it, Mrs. Jenkins?” My body stiffened, and I let my hand fall, crestfallen. Right. I was already dead, just a lonely ghost now. How could Mom possibly see me? “Mr. Vance said there’s an urgent matter at the company; he needs to travel out of state. He asked you to go to bed early, ma’am.” Mrs. Jenkins delivered the message but didn’t leave, hesitating before asking quietly. “Ma’am, tomorrow is Lily’s college entrance exams. Do you… want to call her and give her some encouragement?” Hearing Mrs. Jenkins’ words, I lifted my bowed head, a flicker of light reigniting in my eyes. Even knowing how unlikely it was, I clung to that tiny shred of hope. What if? What if, deep down, Mom still cared about me? But quickly, that fragile, unrealistic fantasy shattered. Mom slammed her book shut, her face etched with impatience. “Her? What could I possibly have to say to her?” The more Mom spoke, the angrier she became, venting her disgust for me to Mrs. Jenkins. “You know what she’s done! Shameless! How could she even think of seducing her own father!” “She’s almost eighteen, and I have no further obligation to raise her! Our paths split long ago, and we have nothing to do with each other now!” Mrs. Jenkins tried to defend me. “Lily isn’t that kind of person… Perhaps there was a misunderstanding about what happened?” Mom looked as if she’d heard something utterly unbelievable. She slapped the table hard, stood up, and shouted. “Misunderstanding?! Putting her underwear in her father’s bag—isn’t that blatant seduction?!” “I’m her mother, how could I not know what kind of person she is?! That manipulative little witch is a master at charming people, you’ve just been fooled by her looks!” I lowered my eyes, a sharp pain piercing deep within my chest. Strange. Does a dead heart still hurt? I exhaled with difficulty. Lily Vance, you knew this all along, didn’t you? In Mom’s eyes, you were nothing but a hussy, seducing her husband.

The next day was my college entrance exams. If everything hadn’t happened. I should have been with my classmates, passing through security, and sitting in the exam hall. Mom’s phone rang, pulling me from my daze. She answered, and I heard the voice of my homeroom teacher from the other end. “Hello, is this Lily Vance’s mother? The exam starts in less than half an hour, and Lily isn’t here yet? Has something happened?” My spirit trembled, a surge of uncontrollable hope. Mom, please call me. Even if your voice is filled with annoyance, I don’t care. As I gazed at her with hopeful eyes, Mom frowned, her face full of impatience. “If Lily Vance didn’t go, then she didn’t go. Why are you calling me?!” “Teacher, just leave her alone. That wretched girl has always been a Jezebel, obsessed with seducing men. If she skipped the exam, she’s probably off with some guy.” The teacher was taken aback by Mom’s words and tried to defend me. “Mrs. Vance, Lily is always an excellent student, never causes trouble; she’s a model student. Our teachers all really like Lily; she couldn’t possibly be like you say…” Hearing the teacher’s words, I carefully watched Mom’s expression. Even if she didn’t care, I always pushed myself to get good grades. It was my way of showing Mom that all I wanted was to succeed and make her proud, never to attract boys. But Mom suddenly flew into a rage at the teacher’s words, interrupting her loudly. “Teacher, how could even you be fooled by that little girl?! I’m her mother, I know what she’s thinking!” “Lily Vance is a demon, a mistress who’s been trying to steal my husband since the day she was born!” “I kicked her out of the house long ago, and I never want to see her again. Whatever happens to her has nothing to do with me! Don’t call me about her anymore!” It felt like countless sharp thorns sprouted in my heart, piercing my chest and throat. I doubled over in pain, curling into a ball. My eyes burned with a terrible sting, but no tears would come out. Even after I died, did Mom still think I was dirty? As far back as I could remember, Mom never showed me affection, always watching me with a scrutinizing gaze. As a small, clueless child, I cried, wanting Mom and Dad to hug me, but she slapped me to the floor. “You cry if you’re a step away from your dad, you’re truly a demon reborn! How could I have given birth to a daughter like you!” Mom’s best friend, Sarah Miller, called out to her and carried me away. I clutched Sarah’s clothes, sobbing. “A-auntie, why… why doesn’t Mom like me?” “Your mom… she suffered from postpartum depression after you were born. It’s not that she doesn’t like you. Lily, don’t overthink it. She’ll be better once she recovers.” I believed her, thinking Mom would love me once she was well. But I waited and waited, for so many years. And that day never came.

The next day after I died, Sarah Miller called. Her frantic voice came through the phone. “Eleanor, has Lily called you? She’s missing!” “Her phone is off, and she didn’t leave me a note. I’ve looked everywhere I can think of!” Hearing Sarah Miller’s voice, my throat constricted. Mom had always despised me, but Sarah Miller had always treated me like her own daughter. Hearing her voice, all the grievances I’d bottled up came flooding out. Mom didn’t care; she scoffed. “How could even you be fooled by her little tricks? I stopped playing those games when I was three.” “Don’t think playing missing will make me erase the past! And don’t you dare cover for her, trying to fool me together.” Sarah Miller cried out angrily. “Eleanor, Lily is your daughter! How can you not be worried at all? It’s so dangerous out there now; what if someone did something to her…” Mom snorted coldly, cutting Sarah Miller off. “Wouldn’t that just be what that wretched girl wanted? If you still consider me your friend, don’t ever mention her to me again!” She hung up, ignoring Sarah Miller’s reaction. Mom sat on the bed, fuming for a while, then unblocked me from her contact list. “Where the hell did you go! Not a word, and now so many people are asking me about you! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?!” After she sent the message, the chat screen remained silent for a long time. When I was alive, I would always reply to Mom’s messages instantly. But this time, I couldn’t. Watching Mom’s expression grow increasingly agitated, my eyes pleaded. Mom, please, just wonder. I didn’t deliberately hide to try and blackmail you into fixing our mother-daughter relationship. But Mom couldn’t see me, couldn’t hear my silent plea. She lost her patience, furrowed her brow, and angrily sent a voice message. “So you’ve found a man and dropped the act, huh? Fine, then don’t ever call me ‘Mom’ again! As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a daughter!” Mom threw her phone violently onto the bed. I cowered in the corner, clutching my chest. Mom, when will you ever believe me? I was never, never that kind of person.

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I had my reasons for agreeing to this arrangement. So did he. It was easy money without having to get physically intimate. A germaphobe’s dream come true. This collaboration was a win-win for me. Until he saw my social media posts fantasizing about our nonexistent sex life: “Tried position #99 with my CEO hubby last night! 99/100 complete!” “OMG! I called him ‘boss’ in bed and he went wild. Can’t walk straight today~” … “So Lily likes to play like this?” “I can fulfill all your desires.” Was the playboy trying to settle down? Time to make a run for it! “Boss, I’m curious – how many women have you slept with?” Even after getting married, I still called him “boss”. Calling him “hubby” would cost extra. “99,” Ryan replied without hesitation. “Damn, that’s precise!” Only 99? I thought players bragged about thousands of conquests. “Interested in being number 100?” It did sound like a nice round number. “Ah no, I’m a germaphobe,” I said, not for the first time. He didn’t get angry. Our arrangement had always worked well. Honestly, Ryan was a good guy and a good boss. Just a bit of a player, but otherwise no major flaws. If he hadn’t proposed this fake marriage deal, I’d still be going on awful Tinder dates and getting ghosted. Plus Ryan was easy on the eyes, which was his best quality. I got to enjoy the view at work and at home. Who could complain? I was basically getting paid double, with eye candy as a bonus. Most importantly, no need to actually get physical. A total win for a germaphobe like me. This was living the dream as far as I was concerned. I started a secret social media account to write steamy fiction about my fake relationship with the boss. It got pretty popular. Username: Naughty Yellow Duck (will change name after unlocking 100 positions) “What’s it like having your husband as your boss?” “The thrill of pretending not to know each other at work every day.” “Another day of calling him ‘boss’ at the office and ‘hubby’ at home~” These posts got hundreds of thousands of views. My followers kept begging for updates. They had no idea these “daily life” posts were just the fantasies of an imaginative writer. But I was raking in the views and building a social media following. In my fictional world, my husband and I pretended not to know each other at work, then got wild at home every night. “He” liked me to call him “boss” in bed. “I” sent him sexy photos during meetings. When he was on video calls, “I” hid under his desk to “service” him. … No one at work knew how steamy our nights supposedly were. My internet followers ate it up. I’d open my notifications to 99+ comments. “Did you and the CEO hubby have fun last night? We need an update!” “Staying up late waiting for big sis to feed us more juicy details~” “We’re all begging for illustrations of the new positions!” … I churned out updates, feeding my followers’ imagination daily. What can I say, I’m a people pleaser with a vivid imagination. I got lost in my writing, unable to stop. But the real eye candy in front of me was more tempting than internet followers. Ryan looked so sexy in his bathrobe after showering. I wanted to interview his past conquests about what it was like to get intimate with him. My followers would love those details. I needed material. I also really wanted to touch his chest muscles, but I was too chicken. Afraid he’d charge me and dock my pay. But Ryan had been giving me these heated looks lately. It started after he asked if I was interested in being his 100th conquest. I looked down at my own chest. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I gave my butt a squeeze. Not bad either. No way, was the boss looking to try something new? “What are you doing?” Oh god, his eyes looked hungry and his voice was so sexy. Help! “Oh, um, I’ve been having some irritation down there lately. Hemorrhoids, you know.” A writer’s imagination comes in handy. The fire in Ryan’s eyes died down. Close call. I had zero interest in being just another notch on his bedpost. This germaphobe was staying single. Gotta focus on the money! I drank the warm milk Ryan prepared before bed as usual. I had to admit, Ryan was a good guy. And I’d get to hear some live action through the walls at night. Gave me material for my steamy fiction to feed my followers. Speaking of which, the noises were starting up again. “Did you hear the boss got married? But they’re keeping it quiet~” 9am was breakfast and gossip time. 10am was when we wage slaves had to start actually working. “Secret marriage, of course. Rich people love that stuff.” “He’s not a celebrity, why keep it secret? Being married would suit his image better.” “We plebs can’t understand the world of the wealthy.” An hour passed. 10-11am was spent deciding what to eat for lunch. Hollywood Reject: “Boss, can we expense crab for the team lunch? Pretty please~” World’s Best Boss: “Reason.” The boss was all business over chat. Hollywood Reject: “I’m craving it + I’m broke~ Don’t judge me!” World’s Best Boss: “Call me hubby, I’ll give you a raise.” I didn’t hesitate for even a second out of respect for money! Hollywood Reject: “Yes hubby~ Kisses!”

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