Author: Momo Chan

I was five months pregnant when I found out I was carrying a child that belonged to Nolan and his true love. Back then, my father had groomed two childhood friends as potential suitors for me. I bypassed the one he favored and chose Nolan, who seemed uninterested and unambitious. Then one day, as my pregnancy progressed, I overheard a conversation between Nolan and his beloved: “Adeline’s uterine wall is thin, and she risks a miscarriage at any time.” “Nolan, are you really willing to let her risk her life to carry our child?” Nolan remained unmoved. “I’ll compensate Adeline later, but right now, your uterine cancer is the priority.” “Even if it means risking Adeline’s health, I want you to have a child that’s ours.” “You’ve suffered enough. I don’t want you to have any regrets.” “Besides, Adeline only bears 80% of the risk; there’s a 20% chance everything will be fine. Just endure the next five months.” I wiped away my tears and dialed a number I hadn’t called in years. “If I say I regret it, would you still want me?” …

I stood outside the door, feeling like I’d been struck by lightning, cold to the bone. On the other side, a woman’s screams rang out, then gradually subsided. Phoebe’s voice was still laced with seduction: “You didn’t touch her, did you? You promised me, in these last days, you’re mine alone, only crazy for me!” Nolan let out a satisfied laugh. “Such a little temptress, who was just begging for mercy?” Before I could make sense of it, the door opened before me. Nolan’s hair was disheveled, and there was a faint lipstick mark on his collarbone. The man standing before me carried a distinct scent. Nausea hit me hard, my stomach churning with morning sickness. Nolan, still looking pleased, was visibly startled to see me. His expression turned awkward as he noticed my pale face. In a voice still husky with desire, he asked cautiously: “Adeline? How long have you been standing there?” His Adam’s apple bobbed—a sign of his unease. I dug my fingers into my palm, forcing a strained smile. “I was just about to knock.” My throat tightened, and I looked away to control my trembling. “Nolan, I came to ask where you put my calcium tablets. Are you meeting with a guest?” Now was not the time for confrontation. Nolan visibly relaxed, clearing his throat. Before he could answer, Phoebe peeked out from behind him, playfully sticking out her tongue: “Adeline, I have some here.” She pulled out a bottle of calcium tablets, giggling as she handed it to me. “Nolan knows I hate drinking milk, so he’s been stuffing my bag with these since we were kids.” She stomped her foot happily: “He’s so annoying! The house is full of them, and I can’t finish them.” Phoebe, the daughter of Nolan’s family maid, grew up with him. Seeing the familiar pink bottle, I was at a loss. Nolan had once leaned against my belly, proudly handing me this bottle. “I had these calcium tablets specially made for you. Be sure to take them.” He’d said they were precious, only one bottle a month. I chuckled to myself. Inside, I felt barren. What moved me was merely someone else’s leftover. Seeing I didn’t take it, Nolan looked displeased. “What’s your problem now? Who are you giving attitude to?” “Am I giving you too much leeway? You’re making things hard for Phoebe.” In public, Nolan was always accommodating to me, but I was never to upset Phoebe. I used to think it was childhood friendship. Now, I realize I was naive. Five years of marriage, and my husband had his heart elsewhere. Five months pregnant, I was just a vessel. The illusion of happiness from a minute ago was now ashes. I looked at the man before me, who was clearly biased, feeling only disappointment. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, speaking in a low voice: “Nolan, it really hurts.” My shoulders shook, tears rolling uncontrollably. “It hurts so much.” Maybe my face looked really bad. Nolan’s dissatisfaction faded, replaced by nervousness. He warmed his hands, cautiously placing them on my belly. I felt no warmth from his palm. A wave of sorrow engulfed me, leaving me sobbing and breathless. Nolan, helpless, helped me sit down, wiping my tears with concern. He squatted in front of me, looking up: “Is it hurting badly?” My tears fell like rain, and I choked out: “Nolan, the doctor said my eggs weren’t good. How did I get pregnant with IVF this time?” For a child of ours, I’d been to the hospital countless times, my hands covered in needle marks. Hormone pills were my meals, and my hair fell out in clumps. The large egg retrieval needle made my whole body tremble with pain. Now I’m told this hard-won embryo is my husband’s and someone else’s.

Even if he could just tell me the whole truth right now… Nolan’s expression stiffened, panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained composure. “Don’t overthink it, maybe heaven saw our sincerity.” The faint hope was snuffed out. I lowered my gaze, hiding my turbulent emotions. The life inside me seemed to empathize, contracting suddenly. I placed a hand on my belly, feeling a stab of pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red string on Phoebe’s hand. My gaze lingered; it was what I had prayed for at the Blue Mountain Temple, wishing for Nolan’s safety. Inside, woven with strands of my own hair. Sincerity? More like a joke. Neither of them noticed my change. Nolan handed me a glass of water, intending to feed me, a faint hint of guilt in his eyes. I shook my head, taking it and drinking it all in one go. Steeling myself, I took out my phone and messaged someone, scheduling a surgery. Nolan, feeling inexplicably uneasy, leaned over to look. “Adeline, who are you messaging?” His tone was displeased, tinged with jealousy. After confirming the surgery time, I turned off the screen emotionlessly. “Work stuff.” When Nolan asked, I didn’t miss the malice in Phoebe’s eyes. His unease grew, but Phoebe interrupted, clinging to his arm provocatively. “Nolan, you promised to take me for wedding photos today.” I ignored her. Compared to the child not being mine, nothing else mattered. Nolan licked his dry lips, awkwardly explaining. “Phoebe’s just childish, she wants to take some bridal photos and dragged me to be the groom for fun.” “Don’t mind it.” So the wedding photos were just a casual photo shoot. In five years of marriage with Nolan, we never even had wedding photos, just the one on our marriage certificate. My heart shattered, settling into silence. I gave a faint, indifferent smile, brushing away his hand on my belly. “If you promised her, go ahead.” Nolan sensed something was off, opened his mouth to explain more, but Phoebe tugged him away. He hurried out, reminding me: “Adeline, remember to take the calcium tablets Phoebe gave you. I’ll be back after the photos.” Once they left, I went straight to the hospital. Lying on the operating table, I felt a slight movement in my belly. Sorrow overwhelmed me instantly. I stared at the ceiling, letting tears soak into my hair. “Let’s begin.” Just as the anesthesia started to take effect, my phone rang. Nolan’s apologetic voice came through. “Adeline, the flowers are gone.” With just those words, I staggered off the operating table, rushing back. But I was too late; the blue and pink field of lily of the valley was already charred black. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground. Those flowers were my labor of love. I had traveled the world to find the seeds, planting them one by one on my knees. Even with a big belly, I squatted to weed, nurturing them carefully. Lily of the valley takes five years to bloom, and after five years, this was the year they finally blossomed. Before I could even rejoice, they were destroyed in the fire. I dug through the ashes, my hands trembling, finding even the seeds burned soft. Phoebe shrieked. “How are these still alive!” Her words caught my attention, and I leapt up, cradling the surviving flowers with blackened leaves. Thankfully, there was still hope for a new beginning. Phoebe’s eyes glinted with malice, and I sensed danger. Before I could react, she pretended to trip, pouring boiling water over me. Instinctively, I shielded the flowers, the scalding water cascading down my shoulder. The burn made me flinch, my skin blistering and swelling instantly. The popped blisters clung to my clothes, the friction making the pain unbearable. I looked at the intact seeds and sighed in relief. Failing once, Phoebe changed her face, ruthlessly kicking me aside. “Adeline, what’s your problem? Trying to make Nolan blame me?” She then smashed the hot kettle onto the remaining flower seeds. Lily of the valley is delicate, and the surviving seedlings were all scalded. Nolan looked at me coldly, his words full of disdain. I jerked from the burn, and the skin blistered and reddened immediately. The broken blisters stuck to my clothes, and the friction was so painful that I shuddered uncontrollably. I looked at the intact seeds below and let out a sigh of relief. But my relief was short-lived as Phoebe’s expression shifted dramatically. She kicked me aside without hesitation. “Adeline, what’s wrong with you? Are you trying to make Nolan blame me on purpose?” she snapped, then threw the kettle onto the flower seeds. The delicate lily of the valley seedlings were all withered by the scalding water. Nolan looked at me with disdain in his eyes. “Adeline, you’re about to become a mother, yet you still play these games.” “Phoebe is younger than you, and she should be calling you sister-in-law. Can’t you be a bit more accommodating?” Never have I seen a woman call someone sister-in-law while trying to steal her husband. My heart felt like it had turned to ice.

All I could see was a field of charred lily of the valley. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, the pain making it hard to breathe. Tears fell uncontrollably, leaving trails in the sooty mess. My research, my family, my life’s work was destroyed like trash. What did I gain in the end? I helplessly held the lifeless lilies, feeling lost. Yet I couldn’t help but think of Nolan from six years ago. He stood excitedly in the front row, catching the bouquet at his best friend’s wedding. He rushed toward me, his face alight with excitement, kneeling before me with tears of sincerity in his eyes: “Adeline, will you marry me? I’ll treat you well for a lifetime.” I was moved by his sincerity and, against my better judgment, took the bouquet. The passionate youth was something that could never be regained. The vibrant lilies from the bouquet years ago had gradually turned into the charred land before me. There’s no going back. Never going back. I covered my tears and cried softly. Phoebe was still adding fuel to the fire, arms crossed and watching like a spectator: “Adeline, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to set up an outdoor barbecue for Nolan. Who knew these flowers would catch fire so easily?” “Nolan, I’m really too clumsy.” Nolan didn’t see Phoebe’s malice, even gently coaxing her. My anger flared up, and I used all my strength to slap Phoebe hard. She was stunned, covering her face and looking at me in shock. Nolan’s eyes widened; he hadn’t expected the usually obedient and tolerant me to dare to confront Phoebe in front of him. He shoved me hard, burning with anger. “Phoebe already said it wasn’t on purpose. Why are you being unreasonable and even daring to hit her?” The force of his push made me fall to the ground, small stones embedding into my palm. He stood in front of another woman, completely forgetting who his wife was. The extreme pain turned into numbness. I no longer hoped for his return, looking at him with exhausted eyes. Nolan’s eyes flickered at my expression, a huge panic almost unstoppable inside him. But he stood there silently for a few seconds, hoarsely offering a truce: “Adeline, let it go, okay? We can plant flowers again later.” After speaking, he bent down to pull me up, but I gently shook off his hand. I shook my head, smiling bitterly. “No more. They can’t be replanted.” Just like my brave heart that once rushed towards him, it will never come back. Nolan’s Adam’s apple moved, thinking he had come up with a compromise. “I’ll have Phoebe drink three glasses of milk as an apology, okay? She’s always hated drinking milk; it’s the biggest punishment for her.” Is this a reward or a punishment? I looked at the man before me, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time. Phoebe pouted and whined. “Nolan, I don’t want to drink milk.” Nolan turned to negotiate with me. “Adeline, how about two glasses?” The scene before me was so absurd it was laughable. I couldn’t hold back and laughed like a madwoman, tears in my eyes. Pain hit me belatedly from where my back hit the stone, followed by a severe ache in my stomach. Warm liquid gushed between my legs. My face turned pale, the smile frozen. I forgot about the child’s existence, overwhelmed by panic. I clutched my stomach nervously, calling out in distress, looking at the man pleadingly. “Nolan, my child! The child!” Nolan instinctively moved to help me, but Phoebe called out and stopped him. Phoebe let out a scream, clutching her calf as she sat on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. “Brother Nolan, I was just bitten by a snake! I’m so scared. Will I die?” Following her pointing finger, I saw a small green snake, no bigger than a thumb. It bites but is non-venomous and not deadly. Nolan gritted his teeth, glanced at me, and decisively turned to pick up Phoebe. She clung to his collar, her lips pale, deliberately acting like a victim. “Adeline, stop being childish. The doctor said a five-month fetus is stable. It’s not that fragile.” But my body wasn’t suited for pregnancy from the start. My condition is different from most. In the intense pain, I couldn’t speak, biting my lip until it bled. Cold sweat dripped down, and tears blurred my vision. The hesitation in Nolan’s eyes disappeared as he held Phoebe and looked at me coldly. “Adeline, you’ll do anything to bully Phoebe. I’ll deal with you later!” With that, he quickly got into the prepared car and left. The pain in my abdomen drained all my strength, and large beads of sweat formed on my forehead. Blood pooled beneath me. At this critical moment, my mind went blank. I only remembered the child I had carried for five months and hoped for years. Driven by a powerful will to survive, I shakily dialed a number. I felt the life inside me slipping away. The sensation of two hearts beating in unison was gone. My consciousness was blurry, but tears flowed uncontrollably. “Nolan, it really hurts,” I murmured, feeling the grip on my hand tighten suddenly. Then I fell into darkness. In my dream, I saw a petite girl in a purple dress I had embroidered. She waved at me from a field of lilies, her smile radiant. I moved beside her, crouched down, and inexplicably started to cry. A deep sorrow engulfed me. The little girl reached out, wiped my tears, kissed my face softly, and spoke gently, “Mom, don’t be sad.” Tears streamed down my face as I choked, wanting to embrace her small body, only to wake up suddenly, my arms empty. I clutched my now flat abdomen and finally broke down in tears. The man stood silently beside me for a long time, his eyes red with pain. I stayed in the hospital for a week. Nolan called countless times but never visited. On the day I was discharged, the man peeled open a candy and put it in my mouth. “Adeline, it’s all over. It won’t be bitter anymore.” The sweet grapefruit flavor exploded in my mouth, and I smiled. Sunlight filtered through my fingers, shining on my face, and I finally felt reborn.

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At the dining table, I dropped my chopsticks. When I bent down to pick them up, I saw my sister’s foot stretched between my boyfriend’s legs. She remarked, “Your current boyfriend is quite impressive. I’m satisfied.” Later, she got involved with my boyfriend and said to me, “What can I do, Celeste Parker? It seems no man around you can resist me.” I laughed and turned to embrace the man she had loved for five years. My sister broke up with my ex-boyfriend. “We’ve been dating for a month; isn’t breaking up normal?” Genevieve Parker said casually, as if she were merely deciding what to have for lunch. “But when you sent me those intimate photos, you said it was true love and hoped I’d step aside for you.” I sipped my coffee and glanced at Asher Bennett, who was still waiting outside in the heat, and sighed. Asher was the heartthrob of our department. Not only was he handsome, but he also excelled academically, and his family seemed quite affluent. His cool demeanor made him the ultimate campus idol. Many girls at our school were captivated by him, myself included. Though Asher was called my ex-boyfriend, technically he wasn’t. I was just a placeholder to fend off other girls, and our relationship was publicly acknowledged only a day before Genevieve took him away. That night, Genevieve sent me several explicit photos. “I was interested in him because you were, but your choice in men is really poor. Your first boyfriend, and you picked this loser.” Genevieve’s tone was full of regret. I knew Genevieve wasn’t truly interested in Asher; she just wanted to take everything I liked. Even if she eventually discarded it, she wouldn’t let me have it. Since childhood, she was jealous that my presence took away our parents’ love. So, anything I liked, she would find a way to take it. Toys I liked as a child, pretty dresses, and later, my boyfriends. “My taste wasn’t great before, but this time, I’ve found someone truly exceptional.” My eyes sparkled with admiration. Genevieve looked intrigued. “Really? I don’t quite believe this ‘high quality’ you’re talking about. When are you going to introduce him?” “He’ll come to pick me up soon.” As I spoke, I saw Milo Everett’s figure at the entrance of the café. I smiled, “There, that’s my boyfriend.” He wore a black T-shirt, tall and handsome, with a silver necklace around his neck. One hand was in his pocket, exuding a relaxed, carefree attitude. Compared to Asher, this kind of man seemed hard to control. I was enamored with such men, and Genevieve was too. She loved making all kinds of men fall for her, especially taking my men. I saw Genevieve’s eyes light up as she sized Milo up with a knowing smirk. I knew that expression too well. She had found her target. The more nonchalant a man is, the more it ignites a woman’s desire to conquer. Seeing Milo’s eyes fixed solely on me since he entered, Genevieve became even more excited. I frowned in displeasure. The reason I dared to bring Milo to Genevieve was that I trusted him. I’ve known him for two years, and he’s never been the type to be swayed by beauty. In terms of emotions, he’s a very devoted man. But looking at Genevieve’s alluring eyes, I felt unsure. Genevieve knew how to handle men, like Asher, who was so cool at school but lost himself with her. I held Milo’s hand, and he smiled at me warmly. I was confident I wouldn’t misjudge him.

Before leaving, Genevieve’s eyes were fixed on Milo. I watched Milo’s expression; he acted as if Genevieve wasn’t even there, fully focused on me. After leaving the café, I accompanied Milo to the playground. He had plans to play basketball with friends, and I held his jacket, sitting on the sidelines. Milo had a unique masculine charm, distinct from Asher’s. He was spirited and carefree like the sun in June, delightful to be around. Being with Milo was something I had deliberately planned. On the first day of school, I noticed him. He had seen a guy take advantage of a girl in the crowd and pinned him to the ground, beating him up. I still remember him in a black tank top, a silver necklace around his neck, a jacket draped over one shoulder, walking past me indifferently. My first impression of him was that he was carefree, with a roguish charm that deeply attracted me. Genevieve taught me that such men are harder to pursue. Persistence doesn’t work; it’s all about the method. Throughout freshman year, I didn’t make aggressive moves but tried to make myself familiar to him. In sophomore year, I began messaging him more, occasionally asking him out. To understand his likes, I did a lot of research. Gradually, our chats increased, almost becoming a daily good morning and good night, full of flirtation, just a step away from a relationship. Agreeing to be Asher’s fake girlfriend as a shield broke through that barrier. That night, Milo, eyes red, pinned me against a wall, asking why I was with another man. I knew my strategy of playing hard to get worked. After Genevieve swiped Asher away, I naturally got together with Milo. He was an excellent boyfriend. Over the past month, he perfected the boyfriend role. Even my roommates said they never expected someone like Milo to love so deeply. I trusted Milo’s feelings for me, but I didn’t know if he could resist Genevieve’s seductive and mature allure. Cheers erupted around us as Milo scored another basket. After the final shot, he walked toward me, the sun casting a golden glow around his smile. Milo ruffled my hair and asked, “Bored from waiting? I’ll take you out for something tasty.” I looked up and smiled brightly at him. “Sure.” He held my hand as we walked along the track’s edge, warm light enveloping us. I could feel the gentle pressure of his hand holding mine. I wished this moment could last forever.

As I anticipated, Genevieve eventually made her move. Recently, Genevieve’s visits to our school increased noticeably. Milo always picked me up at the dorm, and we had breakfast, attended classes, and went on dates together. But several times, I found Genevieve waiting with Milo downstairs. From a distance, Genevieve smiled brightly, and though Milo seemed indifferent, he’d occasionally respond to her. Genevieve acted like she belonged, inserting herself into our world. One day, Genevieve invited me to dinner, specifically asking me to bring Milo. I knew her intentions, but I still brought Milo along. When we arrived, Genevieve was already waiting in a private room. She seemed dressed to impress, with exquisite makeup. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a tight red mini-skirt. Her long, white legs were eye-catching, and the low neckline revealed her ample cleavage. Such obvious intentions? I brought Milo with a hidden agenda. I wanted to see if he could withstand Genevieve’s allure. “Milo, I heard you’re great at basketball. Can you teach me sometime?” Genevieve’s voice was soft and sweet. Milo replied indifferently, “If you really want to learn, you can hire a coach.” Genevieve wasn’t pleased with Milo’s attitude but seemed even more intrigued. “Why bother with a coach? You’re my sister’s boyfriend; I can just ask you.” I stirred my soup and heard Milo’s cold voice beside me. “You know I’m your sister’s boyfriend, so let’s avoid any misunderstandings.” Watching Genevieve’s face pale slightly, I almost burst out laughing. Genevieve rarely fails with men. This was probably her second time, the first being five years ago. Perhaps I was too obvious in my amusement, as Genevieve rolled her eyes at me. I let go of my spoon and said, “Oops, I dropped my chopsticks.” As I bent down to pick them up, they didn’t have time to react, and I saw Genevieve’s foot hadn’t been retracted. Yes, just now, without my knowledge, Genevieve had extended her foot towards Milo, even between his legs… Milo didn’t refuse. Was it because he didn’t have time, or did he not want to? I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. We finished dinner with mixed emotions. Milo Everett stepped out to take a call, and I waited for her at the door. Genevieve Parker came out after paying the bill and looked at me.

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Nolan experienced his tenth memory lapse, which unfortunately coincided with the night before our wedding. Just as I had done the previous nine times, I climbed to the thirty-third floor, attempting to call back his spirit. To my dismay, I overheard him talking to his friend, Griffin. It turned out the memory loss was a ruse, and he was planning to bolt from the wedding. Griffin asked, “Aren’t you worried Lydia will be hurt?” Nolan lazily replied after exhaling smoke, “She won’t know.” “Even if she finds out, she won’t leave me.” “Do you think she could make it without me?” “Do you think everyone can be as independent as Aurelia?” Aurelia. Nolan’s girlfriend during his ninth supposed memory loss. They still kept in touch. I felt tears as I touched my face. Instead of taking the elevator down, I walked from the thirty-third floor to the first and back up again. I did this repeatedly through the night until 3 a.m., when the makeup artist bombarded my phone with calls and dragged me back. She informed Nolan that I had a fever and couldn’t walk. Ten minutes later, Griffin messaged me. “Nolan’s memory problem isn’t solved yet.” “But I’ll ensure he picks you up on time.” I sat in a daze as the makeup artist worked on me, clutching my phone. From 5 a.m. to 7 a.m., 8 a.m., and then 9 a.m. The bridesmaids I had hired started to grow impatient, whispering among themselves: “The groom isn’t coming, is he?” “You mean… a runaway groom?” “Impossible.” One bridesmaid firmly refuted. “I was personally chosen by Mr. Nolan. I’ve seen how he cares for Fiona.” “I’d rather believe it’s… an accident on the way.” Perhaps it was an accident on the way. When Nolan first lost his memory, I thought the same. It was my 23rd birthday, and Nolan had just received his first paycheck after graduating college. We planned to have a buffet. I waited at the restaurant entrance, but he never showed up. I called Nolan, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t reply to my messages either. I called all his friends and searched the entire city. I finally found him at an unknown bar. He held a glass, looking at me with a confused expression, and asked, “Who are you?” I could only cry. The hospital couldn’t determine why Nolan lost his memory. A fortune teller claimed it was a lost soul. A close relative needed to climb high and call his name all night; there was a good chance he’d recover. Despite my fear of heights, I climbed to the thirty-third floor, closed my eyes, and called out with trembling legs: “Nolan.” “Come home.” I shouted all night, cried all night. My eyes swelled like walnuts. I couldn’t see clearly and accidentally fell from the thirty-third floor. There was a large platform on the thirty-second floor, and I fell onto it, breaking a leg. Luckily, Nolan remembered me. Later, he lost his memory a second, third, fourth… ninth time. I gained experience and was forced to overcome my fear of heights. But the duration of Nolan’s memory loss grew longer each time. During the ninth time, he even met a new girl. They had a fresh romance. That girl was Aurelia. I was treated as the other woman and got doused in red paint. Aurelia threatened, “If you keep bothering my boyfriend, next time it’ll be worse.” She also posted my embarrassing photos online everywhere. I was cyberbullied, overwhelmed with insults. I didn’t give up. I showed Nolan our wedding photos. “We’re almost getting married.” He only said—dream girl. “Even daring to Photoshop wedding photos.” Aurelia slapped me several times, cut off my long hair, took photos of me naked, and almost posted them online. Nolan’s memory returned just in time. He took me home, held me while I was terrified, and said, “Let’s get married.” I closed my eyes, avoiding the mirror showing my messy hedgehog hair. I wiped away my tears and nodded. It was the fifth time I forgave him. A tear was about to fall but vanished from my eye. I stood up. My overworked legs, after a brief rest, felt even more swollen and sore. I almost lost my balance. I gritted my teeth and persevered. I took off my veil, pulled off my wig, revealing my messy short hair. I told the bridesmaids, “Your task is over early.” For the tenth time, I wasn’t going to forgive Nolan. During Nolan’s fourth memory loss, I knew he was lying. I couldn’t find a reason. I repeatedly told myself, “Just forgive him one last time.” I convinced myself five times. Until last night, when I heard Nolan and Griffin’s conversation. “She’s not as good as Aurelia.” “She’s too boring.” “Only knows how to crochet.” “Tease her.” Until this morning, I waited and waited, but he never appeared. I staggered to find my suitcase and took out two crocheted dolls. They were of an eight-year-old Nolan and me. When I was six, my dad was a long-haul trucker and rarely came home. My mom, unable to bear the loneliness, cheated, and my dad caught her in the act. I watched them fall from a high building, both dying. After a year in an orphanage, Nolan’s parents adopted me. Another year later, Nolan’s parents went mountain climbing with friends. They died from hypothermia in an accident. On the day of the funeral, people surrounded me, looking down. They said, “Jinx.” “Killed your biological parents, and now your adoptive parents.” Hundreds of fingers poked my forehead. I stood there helplessly. Nolan’s eyes were red, silent, staring at me. I instinctively wanted to say sorry. But he took my hand. We passed a photo booth and took a picture together. He stared at the photo for a long time and said, “I’ll take care of you from now on.” That ‘from now on’ lasted until I was twenty-seven. I cut up the dolls. Packed all the crochet needles and yarn into my suitcase. As I was leaving, the bridesmaid who defended Nolan stopped me. “Maybe you should give Mr. Nolan more time.” “He really loves you.” I ignored her, but she persistently blocked me. “I’ve seen the wedding venue Mr. Nolan arranged for you, romantic and luxurious.” “He even custom-made a wedding dress for you.” “Even we bridesmaids were personally chosen by him.” “He said you’re slow to warm up, shy, and reserved, and asked us to take good care of you.” “He’s done so much for you, how could he not want you?” I was silent for a long time. Finally, I raised my eyes and curiously asked, “Why is it that he doesn’t want me?” “And not that I don’t want him?” I took off the custom-made traditional wedding dress. Handed it to the talkative bridesmaid. Left the place and hailed a cab. The driver kept asking where I was going. “Anywhere.” I leaned back against the seat with my eyes closed. My phone kept vibrating. The affluent lady, who frequently ordered crochet dolls from me, transferred money at 4 a.m. At 9 a.m., she inexplicably sent an apology. Followed by: “If you want a change of scenery, come to Bay City.” She sent her home’s door lock code, assuring me she’s not a bad person and I shouldn’t worry about safety. “While you’re here, I won’t return home.” “There are no cameras at home.” “Neighbors can vouch that I’m a good person.” “Or… I can show you my ID.” The sticky and bitter wind blew against my face. I replied, “No need.” Three and a half hours later, I arrived in Bay City. The fatigue was blown away by the fresh air of Bay City. I took two deep breaths and suddenly heard someone calling me from behind. “Miss Fiona, Mr. Asher sent me to pick you up.” The year Nolan got into college, I became a weaver, using crochet to support his studies. At first, I was inexperienced. The dolls with crooked noses and eyes lay on the stall, ignored. In despair, I gave a doll to a boy who was bullied. Later, as my skills improved, more customers came. I ran a stall and opened an online shop. I met the affluent lady through the online shop and added each other as friends. Her profile picture was a silly doll, never used voice messages, and her texts were always polite. She regularly placed orders from me. I assumed she was a woman. Only today did I realize the affluent lady was actually a wealthy young man. The driver wouldn’t say why. Until he parked in front of a villa. I entered the password, and as the door opened, I was captivated by rows of handmade dolls. They were neatly displayed behind glass, warm and delicate. On the coffee table in the middle of the living room was an envelope. Inside were tickets to the hottest male star Asher’s concert. Asher, too familiar. Most customers who ordered dolls wanted his fan merchandise. I crocheted so many, so well, they became more lifelike, and business boomed. Putting down the tickets, I tidied up and sent a message of gratitude to Mr. Asher. Halfway through typing, I received a call from Nolan. The same old routine. He ‘forgot’ again, and his phone notes showed I was his future wife. “So, may I ask, are you really my fiancée?” The voice on the other end was cautious, curious. Early this morning, even three hours ago, I had been hoping for such a call. But now, all anticipation had been crushed into nothing by the high pressure and airflow. I couldn’t help but laugh and said, “You got the wrong person.” Nolan and I grew up relying on each other, without the love of a father or mother. As I matured and learned more about love and how I wanted to be loved, I gave everything I could to Nolan.

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Married for five years, my husband and I were always affectionate, until late one night when I received a call from the police. They informed me that Ethan had been involved in a collision with a large truck. When I rushed to the hospital, I was horrified to find Ethan and a young, beautiful woman both pierced through their abdomens by the same steel rod. Witnessing this scene, I instantly realized the nature of their relationship. To take revenge and ensure Ethan faced consequences, I hurriedly signed the form to waive the surgery. The sudden ringing of my phone in the dead of night startled me awake. Groggily, I answered without even asking who it was, only to hear a serious voice on the line. “Hello, this is the local police. Are you Nora?” Although I didn’t know what had happened, the mention of the police made me respond immediately. Once I confirmed my identity, the officer continued, “Your husband, Ethan, encountered an issue while driving and collided with a large truck. His condition is critical, and as a family member, you should get to the hospital as soon as possible.” Hearing this, I sat bolt upright in bed. What baffled me was that Ethan had supposedly left town on business three days ago, so how could he have had a car accident here in the middle of the night? But given the urgency, I couldn’t dwell on it. I quickly hung up and dashed out of the house as fast as I could. The normally short twenty-minute drive felt like an eternity as anxiety nearly brought me to tears.

When I finally reached the hospital, I couldn’t even wait for the car to come to a full stop. I flung open the door and stumbled inside. Gasping for breath in the emergency room, the first sight I saw was Ethan lying on a hospital bed, covered in blood with tubes everywhere. Seeing him like that broke my heart, and I began to cry. Just as I was about to check on Ethan and reassure him that I was there for him, I suddenly noticed a young woman lying behind him. What puzzled me further was that both Ethan and this woman were impaled by the same steel rod in their abdomens, lying in a strange position on the same bed. I couldn’t comprehend why Ethan would be with this woman in the middle of the night or how they both ended up in this accident. As I stood there, confused and unsure how to face the situation, the police officer pulled me aside. After confirming my identity, he explained the whole story: Ethan had violated traffic laws by kissing a woman named Adeline in the car and neglected to watch the traffic lights, leading to the collision with the truck and this tragic outcome. The officer showed me the surveillance footage, and as I watched Ethan and Adeline kissing, my heart felt as though it shattered into pieces.

Ethan and I were college sweethearts. Since our marriage, we were always seen as a model couple, and he was the ideal husband in my eyes. In our five-year marriage, I gave Ethan my utmost trust, never imagining he would betray me and our marriage. “Nora, will you marry me and become my wife? I promise to always be faithful to you…” Remembering Ethan’s proposal now seemed so hypocritical and laughable. After we got our marriage certificate, Ethan wanted to start a business for a better life and more choices for the future. However, his family was too poor to help, and without startup capital, he had to put the plan on hold. At that time, I was the only one who believed in his talent and wanted to help him achieve his dream. So, I swallowed my pride and asked my parents for money to gather the initial startup funds. But starting a business wasn’t as easy as Ethan had imagined. Due to his alcohol allergy, he couldn’t drink with clients, which became the biggest challenge in expanding the business. Later, I couldn’t bear to see him give up halfway, so I decisively quit my promising job to accompany him, meeting clients and negotiating deals. I’ll never forget that during one crucial business meeting, I had to drink high-proof liquor repeatedly to secure the project. Even before celebrating the signed contract, I suddenly felt excruciating pain in my abdomen and passed out.

When I woke up in the hospital, a nurse told me I was pregnant for a month but had a miscarriage due to excessive drinking, leaving my body weak. Hearing this, I touched my empty abdomen in a daze. I never expected this to happen to me, and before I could even feel the presence of this little life, it was gone because of my carelessness. In my grief and despair, it was Ethan who held my hand tightly and said, “Nora, this is all my fault. Blame me if you must. We will have another child in the future. Please don’t let this drag you down; everyone is waiting for you to recover!” At that time, with Ethan’s comfort and my parents’ patience, I gradually emerged from the gloom and returned to working hard. But deep down, I never forgot the child who didn’t get a chance to see the world. That business deal earned us our first fortune, and Ethan’s company officially got on track. Once everything stabilized and no longer needed my help, I retreated to the background. To better care for Ethan and support his career without worries, I became a full-time housewife. I thought Ethan appreciated my efforts and wouldn’t fail me, but in just a few short years, he forgot his vows and sought a mistress behind my back.

When I thought about how I felt sorry for Ethan’s busy work life and made nourishing soups for him, while he used business trips as an excuse to see his mistress, I couldn’t help but feel hatred. Just as I wanted to question Ethan about his conscience, the doctor interrupted me, “Are you one of the patients’ family members? Since they’re both impaled by the same steel rod, we can’t operate on both simultaneously. We need to separate them quickly, so you need to decide who to save first.” Hearing the doctor’s words, before I could respond, Ethan’s painful wails reached my ears. “Honey, I beg you, save me first. I know I was wrong, but I promise I won’t see Adeline again. I’ll make it up to you for all the harm I’ve caused.” Listening to Ethan’s firm promises, I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. If I hadn’t believed his nonsense, I wouldn’t have been fooled for so long. How could I believe him now? Before I could mock Ethan, Adeline, covered in blood beside him, suddenly shouted. “Ethan, you heartless man! You told me Nora was just a barren hen, and that thanks to me risking my life, you have a son. But now, to save yourself, you say such things? Don’t you want us or our son anymore?”

Adeline’s words froze me in place. I never expected Ethan to say such things behind my back and secretly have a child. After becoming a housewife, I considered having a child, but despite all my preparations, I never got pregnant. With no other options, I went to the hospital for a check-up. That’s when I found out the previous miscarriage had caused irreversible damage to my body, and I might never become a mother. Hearing the doctor’s words, I left the hospital in a daze, barely remembering how I got home. I only remember when I opened the door and looked in the mirror, my face was covered in tears. When I tearfully told Ethan about the results, he was momentarily stunned before replying immediately. Later, with no other options left, I went to the hospital for a check-up. It was only then that I found out the previous miscarriage had caused irreversible damage to my body, meaning I might never become a mother. Listening to the doctor, I was in such a daze that I don’t even remember leaving the hospital. I only recall that when I opened my front door and looked in the mirror, my face was already streaked with tears. When I tearfully shared the test results with Ethan, he was momentarily stunned but quickly responded, “Honey, children don’t define us. Even if we never have kids, what’s there to fear? As long as we love each other and walk through life hand in hand, that’s the happiness I want most.” Back then, hearing Ethan’s response, I couldn’t help but hold him tightly, feeling grateful I hadn’t chosen the wrong person. I silently vowed to take even better care of him in the future. Little did I know that all of this was just a dream Ethan had woven for me. While I placed all my trust in him and was lost in this false happiness, he already had a child of his own. Thinking about how foolishly I’d been played all these years, every sacrifice I made for Ethan felt like a slap to my face. At that moment, the doctor’s urgent voice rang in my ears again, “Family member, the situation is extremely critical now. Please decide quickly who we should save first.” Looking at Ethan’s eyes, filled with the desire to live, and recalling what he had done to me, I painfully closed my eyes and finally made my decision. I understood better than anyone that once trust is broken, it can never be restored. The moment Ethan chose to betray me, our marriage had reached its end, with no chance of reconciliation. I could only thank the heavens for allowing me to discover the truth now. I couldn’t bear to imagine my fate if I waited until that illegitimate child grew up while I aged. Would Ethan kick me out? Would Adeline humiliate me? Or would I die realizing I was just a pawn in someone else’s game? With these thoughts, I clenched my fists in anger. Everyone must pay the price for their choices, and now it was time for Ethan to face the consequences. With that thought, I didn’t hesitate any longer. After casting him a cold glance, I decisively turned to the doctor and made my final choice. “Doctor, I’m Ethan’s wife. I’ve decided to stop his resuscitation. As for that woman, I don’t know her.” Hearing this, Ethan began to scream like a madman, “Nora, you can’t do this! You can’t just give up on my life. I want to live, I want to live!” “Nora, I’m begging you, please, have mercy and save me. I don’t want to die now…” 8 Facing Ethan’s desperate pleas, I felt indifferent. All I could think was, if he had foreseen this outcome, why didn’t he act differently back then?

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Jasper is a renowned philanthropist in his circle, and I am his assertive wife. He has a cherished muse, and I went to great lengths to make him marry me. During a covert mission, his muse disappeared. In his quest for vengeance, he broke my legs, locked me in a dungeon filled with water, and tormented me relentlessly. “I don’t want you dead; I want you to live a life worse than death, repenting for your sins day and night.” I pleaded with him, insisting I didn’t kill her, but he refused to listen. He whipped me, the barbs tearing into my flesh. Until, as an agent constantly protecting him, I was tortured to death. Then, his fragile muse appeared, pointing a gun at him and revealing her true identity as an assassin, leaving him in a state of madness over his regrets. The 99th lash broke during the beating, blood slowly dripped down my scarred legs, echoing in the dim, damp dungeon. My legs had long lost feeling, hanging unnaturally, my hands bound with rough ropes, shoulders dislocated. I couldn’t remember how many days had passed. Jasper’s bodyguard couldn’t bear it, “Boss, if you keep this up, the madam will die.” Jasper’s face was full of hatred, “I can’t let her die so easily. I want her to kneel at Lydia’s grave every day, offering incense in repentance.” “A lifetime of torment is the greatest punishment for her.” The rope suddenly loosened, and I fell heavily to the ground, my broken legs twisting grotesquely. My face scraped against the rough ground, burning with pain. But compared to the tearing in my heart, this physical pain was insignificant. Jasper grabbed my hair, dragging me to a pristine tombstone. It was a blank monument he had erected for Lydia. He gripped my neck, slamming my head onto the ground. “Who do you think you are? Just because I married you, you think you’re Mrs. White?” “Aren’t you an agent? Agents are supposed to be tough. Why are you crying? Stand up!” He roared, “I protected Lydia for five years, never raising my voice, afraid of her slightest grievance.” “How dare you harm her, who gave you the courage?” “Bang, bang, bang…” A series of crashes, I felt my head was about to shatter, ears buzzing. I was the best agent, bleed but don’t cry, I couldn’t cry, even if my teeth shattered, I had to swallow them. But why does my heart hurt so much? Jasper, how could you bear to treat me like this? Why do you treat me like this? I wanted to argue, but only weak whimpers came from my throat. Jasper’s sharply defined face was inches away, but those eyes no longer held any of the past tenderness. He stepped on my already deformed hand, grinding it, the sound of bones breaking was clear. I lay on the ground, curling up and whimpering. Seeing me in such a humiliating state, Jasper finally smiled with satisfaction, “Call the doctor, I’ll give you the best treatment, with the best medicine.” “Tomorrow… I’ll come see you again.” He was like a demon from hell, giving me despair again and again. Watching Jasper’s departing figure, my thoughts drifted back to the past. Jasper’s business spanned the globe—finance, medicine, weapons, technology—he was involved in almost every industry, and his public identity was a philanthropist. Many assassination organizations wanted him dead to take over his business empire, and I was sent to protect him. To avoid suspicion from enemies, I forced him to marry me, so I could be by his side 24/7. But I made a fatal mistake, I fell in love with him. Over the years, I’ve used my life countless times to shield him from assassinations, but it was all in vain! He didn’t listen to my explanation, directly accusing me of a baseless crime. To him, I was just an unimportant tool. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Since that’s the case, I should leave.

Jasper arranged the best medical team to treat me. He personally took the ointment handed by the doctor, gently applying it to my wounds. He fed me ginseng soup spoon by spoon, but his words were so cold, “Seeing you so obedient, I won’t punish you today.” I knew he didn’t want me dead; he wanted to torment me every day to vent his anger for his beloved. I struggled to speak, “When I arrived that day, Lydia was already gone. I didn’t kill her, I really didn’t…” Before I finished, Jasper’s gaze turned icy, he smashed the soup bowl in his hand, “You don’t deserve to mention her name!” “I’ve already investigated, it was you who pushed her into the basement during the explosion, stop denying it.” He turned and ordered the guards, “Increase the intensity of the electric shocks.” Then he walked out the door without looking back. My heart grew numb, maybe soaked in icy water for too long, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He never believed me, not even a sliver of trust. The electric shocks were too strong, my consciousness began to blur. Before I fainted, I heard Jasper and the bodyguard talking outside. “Boss, if you only love Lydia, why did you agree to marry Adeline?” “With your strength, no matter what means Adeline used, she couldn’t force you to marry her.” Jasper was silent for a moment, his voice carried a gentleness I’d never heard before, “You don’t understand what it feels like to truly love someone.” “Lydia is a pure good girl, unlike me, I live on the edge of a knife, I couldn’t bear her to suffer if enemies involved her.” The bodyguard suddenly understood, “So you married Adeline, all the enemies would target Adeline, in reality protecting Miss Lydia.” Jasper softly responded, “Adeline is different…” “Even facing all kinds of torture, she can easily cope with the training she received since childhood.” The bodyguard hesitated, “What if she can’t withstand it?” Jasper’s voice was cold, “Then it’s her fate.” I felt all the blood in my body freeze, my heart turned cold. So, I was just a shield Jasper used to protect Lydia. No wonder, many times when I was kidnapped, the kidnappers directly targeted Mrs. White. It was all part of his plan. The feeling of being deceived and used was more painful than any torture . I don’t know how long it was before the sound of high heels echoed outside the door. A familiar figure appeared at the door, Lydia! “You’re not dead!” Lydia chuckled, “Surprised? I’m alive and well, fooled both you and Jasper.” “Men, you can’t get emotionally involved. Tsk tsk, look at you, tormented like this for a man, you disgrace the agents.” Her slender fingers brushed over the blank monument, “He’s such a clever person, yet I played him like a fiddle, it’s really amusing.” “Jasper is rich, devoted, handsome, and in bed… top-notch, it feels great to play with.” Lydia was not the weak woman needing protection from Jasper. She used his love for her. And I became a pawn in her scheme. “Who exactly are you?” Lydia’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “I’m only after wealth, not lives.” “I want him to watch his financial empire, built over years, crumble.” “You better protect your husband, many people want him dead.” She made a “shush” gesture with her fingers, “And… Jasper actually loves you, he just doesn’t realize it yet. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes it after you’ve been tortured to death…” “We’ll meet again.” Lydia quickly disappeared into the night. When Jasper forced me to bow and repent again, the blank monument suddenly broke. Lydia had tampered with the monument! Jasper was furious, kicking and hitting me, “Your repentance is insincere!” I looked at his angry face, feeling only deep sorrow. This man, blinded by love, had become someone else’s pawn without realizing it. I closed my eyes, letting tears silently fall. This was the last time I cried for Jasper, also for my foolish self. Goodbye, Jasper. I sent a message to the organization using a secret communicator, “I should return to the agency.” “I don’t want to protect him anymore.”

The next day, Jasper entered the dungeon, his expression both gentle and mad. I hung in the water dungeon, with any slight movement, my fingers felt excruciating pain. He carefully untied me, gently washed my body. He patiently dressed me in a dress, combed my hair, even applied a light lipstick. He finally spoke, “Last night I dreamed of Lydia.” “She said she’s lonely down there, I plan to send you to accompany her.” My blood froze instantly, he was going to bury me with Lydia. His tone was so gentle, as if coaxing a child, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, it will be over soon.” I wanted to escape, but dragging my severely injured body, I couldn’t run. Like a puppet, I numbly let him manipulate me. The car stopped before a desolate cemetery, the surroundings were deathly silent. Jasper carried me, walking through a long gravel path, arriving at a grave with a blank monument. He pointed at the monument, his eyes filled with pathological madness, “Look, this is Lydia’s home.” My blood ran cold. He wanted me to be buried with Lydia. His voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt, and it will be over soon.” I wanted to escape, but with my severely injured body, I couldn’t run away. I was like a puppet, numbly letting him control me. The car stopped in front of a quiet cemetery, surrounded by a deathly silence. Jasper held me, walking through a long gravel path to a tomb with an unmarked headstone. He pointed at the headstone, his eyes filled with a pathological madness, “Look, this is Lydia’s home.” “Don’t be angry, Lydia. I didn’t put your name on it to keep anyone from disturbing your sweet dreams.” He then pointed to a freshly dug grave next to the unmarked stone and said to me, “Adeline, this is your new home.” I wanted to laugh at myself, but I couldn’t. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. This was the real Jasper, a madman smiling while burying me alive. He placed me into the cold, damp grave. At that moment, my heart was ashen. Just as the grave was about to be sealed, an offering on a nearby gravestone was knocked over, making a noise. Jasper turned around sharply, his gaze fierce. The moment he saw who it was, his body froze. His face went from blank, to surprised, to ecstatic, finally turning into a near-mad longing. He trembled as he spoke, “Lydia… is it you?” Jasper, like a child who had lost his mind, stumbled toward her and hugged her tightly, almost crushing her into his body. The once-calculating Jasper was now crying uncontrollably. “Lydia, you’re alive… Is this a dream?” “I missed you so much, why didn’t you come to find me?” Realizing she had been discovered, Lydia decided to play along. “I thought I would never see you again, I was so scared.” “I barely escaped, and all I could think about was finding you. But I was afraid you’d moved on, so I just watched from afar. Brother still cares about me…” Jasper looked pained, “Silly girl, you’re my most precious person. My heart could burst with pain.” Watching their intimate display, I realized how unnecessary I was. Since she was discovered, Lydia continued her act. She collapsed weakly into Jasper’s arms, sobbing softly. “I thought I’d never see you again. I was so scared.” “I barely escaped, and all I could think about was finding you. But I was afraid you’d moved on, so I just watched from afar.” “Brother still cares about me, that’s wonderful.” Jasper cupped her face, his eyes full of pity, “Silly girl, how could I not care about you? My heart could burst with pain.” I had never seen him so out of control. This man, who was so heartless and ruthless to me, dropped all his defenses in front of Lydia. It seemed Jasper had forgotten my existence, eagerly entwined with Lydia. Completely ignoring me, still in the cold grave. The sounds of their intimacy intertwined. At that moment, I felt utterly pathetic and ridiculous. Suddenly, Lydia smirked at me. She deliberately nudged the grave lid with her foot, and with a dull thud, the lid closed. Darkness swallowed me instantly, and the air in the grave became increasingly thin. Breathing became harder and harder. I gasped for air, desperately pounding on the walls, leaving bloody scratches on the wood. But there was no response. My brain started hallucinating, and my consciousness blurred… Just when I was about to give up, there was a frantic knocking from above the grave. Fresh air rushed into my lungs. Jasper’s bodyguards nervously pulled me out of the grave. The cemetery was already devoid of Jasper and Lydia’s presence. I was completely disheartened, with no lingering feelings for Jasper. But when I got home, Jasper suddenly began to take care of me meticulously, as if making up for something or hiding something. I knew he still needed me as a “wife” to face danger and protect Lydia. It didn’t matter anymore; I no longer cared about anything here. Anyway, I would leave first thing in the morning. Given my special status, I didn’t need divorce papers or anything like that. When I decided to leave, I had my ways to disappear completely from Jasper’s world, making sure he could never find me. But before I could leave, an unexpected situation arose. The organization sent me an order: “Attention, the Black Scorpion Assassination Group has appeared. Head to the charity site immediately to protect Jasper.” I intended to leave quietly, but it seemed I had to meet Jasper again. At the charity gala, I silently stood in a corner. It was the best observation spot. Years of training had made my senses unusually sharp, and nothing escaped my eyes in the crowd. On stage, Jasper looked at Lydia with deep affection. She cooperated with a happy expression, “I once thought silently protecting you was enough. Now I want the whole world to know I love you, only you.” “Tonight, I’m transferring all my financial assets to your name, so you can always be a carefree princess.” “Anything you want, I’ll give you!” The audience burst into applause, and flashes went off one after another. “So this is Jasper’s true love? They really are a perfect match, a match made in heaven.” “He’s got the looks and talent, and she’s so much gentler than that shrew Adeline. Even I, as a woman, want to cherish her…” Listening to the mockery directed at me, I was long past caring. At that moment, Jasper’s gaze swept the crowd, unintentionally meeting mine in the corner. His once gentle eyes flashed with impatience and disgust. Maybe he thought I was there to pester him. After all, I used to claim my territory at similar events, but he always let me. What I thought was favoritism was a complete deception. Suddenly, an unusual signal interference appeared inside the venue, and the lights went out, plunging the scene into chaos.

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Being pregnant with the child of the amnesiac Cooper Corporation CEO, he regained his memory. I’m not particularly beautiful and my background isn’t noteworthy. When he regained consciousness, he dismissed me with disdain: “Stop bothering me. I won’t marry a nanny’s daughter.” He assumed I would cling to him desperately. Little did he know, I was unfazed and gladly accepted the 60 million in compensation. Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia, here I come! Later, the once-invincible billionaire CEO chased me across the globe to win me back. With reddened eyes, he awkwardly said, “The child misses you.” I pretended not to hear: “I’m sorry, I’m unmarried and childless.” The name Jasper is well-known in New York City’s high society. It’s said that once, when his secretary wore something slightly revealing, he fired her on the spot. Since then, no company dared to hire her, fearing backlash. Everyone working for the Cooper Family fears this young master. He’s unpredictable, and the smallest mistake could cost you your job. But none of this has anything to do with me. I’m just the nanny’s daughter for Jasper’s family. I only saw him once during a family gathering at the Cooper Family’s house. His every move exuded the cold indifference of someone in power. He doesn’t take anyone or anything seriously. If nothing unexpected happens, I would never have any interaction with him in this lifetime. That winter, whether by accident or someone’s intent, Jasper got into a car accident on his way to a negotiation. His injuries were severe, and it took several rounds of rescue in the ICU to save his life. When he woke up, everyone was stunned. Jasper had lost his memory, and his intelligence and memory were like those of a three-year-old child. Previously, he had a cleanliness obsession and avoided women. Now, he was pestering the nanny and cleaning lady at home to play hide and seek with him. The family doctor did another brain check for him, sighing and shaking his head. “The young master’s brain still has blood clots, which are pressing on his nerves. Surgery is very risky; now he can only rest and see how he recovers later.” Jasper’s mother wanted to take him abroad for treatment. But now was a critical moment in the power struggle within the Cooper Family. Yes, the Cooper Family has more than one son besides Jasper. If it were revealed now that Jasper is amnesiac and foolish, he would naturally be out of this power struggle. However, there’s no secret that doesn’t find its way out. Rumors always find a way to reach others’ ears. Listening to my mom talk about these things, I felt a brief pang of sympathy for this billionaire CEO. But only for a moment. His amnesia has nothing to do with me; these are just battles among wealthy families. The world won’t stop turning, and I’ll continue living as usual. Mom has taken care of Mrs. Cooper for a long time and has watched Jasper grow up. Now that Jasper needs meticulous care, Mom is grateful to the Cooper Family and feels a bit sorry for this child she watched grow up. So she took on this responsibility. I help my mom with some chores at the Cooper Family on weekends after school. “Ah, I really don’t understand how a perfectly fine person could become like this.” I had just picked up the messy toys on the floor. “Bang bang—” Then two rubber-like things hit my head. “Where did this little witch come from! Surrender now!” I looked at Jasper, who was waving a toy gun and dancing around, and was momentarily speechless. “It seems he really is foolish now.” I took the toy gun from his hand and carefully wiped the dirt off his face with a cloth. After Jasper became foolish, the nannies who used to fear him were more daring. Naturally, the care wasn’t very attentive. He seemed a bit dazed, standing there holding his clothes and letting me wipe his face clean. With his long eyelashes fluttering and his lips pursed, he seemed particularly obedient. I accidentally met his eyes and was momentarily stunned. “Chenny’s hands are dirty too.” He pouted and reached out his hand to me, acting pitifully. I tugged at the corner of my mouth; yes, he really is like a three-year-old child. In the evening, I was planning to go home after tidying up, but Mrs. Cooper suddenly called me to her room. “Auntie.” Mrs. Cooper had maintained herself well, her face carrying a smile. I felt something was off in my heart. Seeing me come in, she stood up and circled around me, looking satisfied. “Not bad, you have a good figure; having a baby shouldn’t be a problem.” Hearing her words, I was confused. Perhaps seeing my reaction, Mrs. Cooper realized her words were inappropriate. She immediately changed her demeanor, holding my hand with tears in her eyes: “Quinn, you see Jasper like this now. It’s hard to say if he will recover. I have an unreasonable request.” “If you can have a child for the Cooper Family within a year, I’ll give you 50 million. After it’s done, you can go wherever you want. The child’s matter won’t delay you.” I was shocked; so this was her plan. “Auntie, I don’t think I can…” “Quinn, don’t decide so quickly. After all, your mom has been with me for so long, and I chose you because I’m assured.” “If 50 million isn’t enough, I’ll add another 10 million, and your mom can continue working at the Cooper Family. This money is enough for you and your mom to live worry-free for several lifetimes.” Mrs. Cooper spoke with a smile, leisurely wiping her nails. “Okay.” The threat in Mrs. Cooper’s words was too obvious. Mom has worked hard to raise me as a single parent. We are just ordinary people; if I refuse, the Cooper Family will just crush us. Besides, it’s 60 million. It can give Mom a better life. Driven by some inexplicable force, I agreed. Mrs. Cooper nodded in satisfaction upon hearing my response.

Under Mrs. Cooper’s arrangement, I changed into a high-end nightgown I’d never worn before and was politely invited into Jasper’s room. Mrs. Cooper even arranged someone to watch outside the door. I looked at Jasper lying in bed, hesitating. It’s too late to regret now. The room’s lighting was dim, and there was a pleasant-smelling incense burning, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere. I didn’t dare to look directly at him. Even now, though foolish, he still looked very good. “Quinn, I’m so hot, I feel uncomfortable all over.” Jasper kicked off the blanket in a huff, looking restless. I quickly stepped forward, pulling the blanket back over him. “Young master, don’t be naughty; you’ll catch a cold.” Jasper curled up in the blanket, only revealing a pair of eyes blinking at me. Somehow, I also started to feel hot. It’s the incense! Mrs. Cooper must have drugged it. The people outside, not hearing any movement inside, knocked on the door three times. Jasper struggled to pull his hand out from the blanket and touched my forehead. “Quinn, are you hot too? You’re sweating!” I steeled myself, grabbed his hand and kissed it. The next day, the person Mrs. Cooper sent saw the marks on me and nodded in satisfaction. I was exhausted and sore all over. Jasper seemed to think it was a fun game, clinging to me all night, I don’t know how many times we tangled. Though Jasper is foolish now, his physique and stamina are truly remarkable. Mrs. Cooper let me go home for a bit. Today was Mom’s day off. I usually make sure to have dinner ready and wait for her to come home so we can eat together. After I managed to brush things off with Mom, I returned to the Cooper Family and saw Jasper’s cousin, Finn. “Cousin, this is the latest toy, it’s really fun.” After saying that, he mockingly threw the toy to the floor. Hearing “fun,” Jasper eagerly crawled under the table to pick it up. Finn grinned and kicked the toy further away. As soon as I walked in, I saw Jasper crawling on the floor like a puppy, trying to fetch it. “Young master!” Seeing Jasper, who used to be decisive and ruthless, now in such a state, I inexplicably felt a twinge in my nose. My appearance made both of them stop what they were doing. Jasper beamed, “Quinn! Cousin got me a new toy!” I rushed over and picked up the toy from the floor. “Young master, remember, you are the master of this house. You can order the nanny to do anything; you don’t need to do it yourself.” Finn looked displeased: “Who are you? Why are you meddling in my bonding time with my cousin?” “I’m Jasper’s assistant.” He laughed out loud after hearing that. “Yeah, he does need a personal assistant; he probably can’t even dress himself now.” After saying that, he glanced at Jasper sitting on the floor, looking smug. “Cousin, I’ll come to see you again once I’m done with the company’s matters.” After he left, Jasper’s eyes turned red, and he tugged at my pant leg, looking pitiful. “Quinn, it hurts.” His knee seemed to have been bruised earlier, with a bit of skin scraped off. I resignedly rummaged through the medicine cabinet, carefully applying ointment to his wound. “Quinn, you’re so nice! You’re just like Mom, the best to Chenny!” Hearing this, my hand paused. “Young master, no one loves you more than Mrs. Cooper, and in this world, no one will be good to you for no reason.” “A gentle knife always has ulterior motives.”

Mrs. Cooper learned that I stood up for Jasper, and she was very grateful. With the current fierce competition for inheritance and Jasper’s uncertain recovery, she couldn’t help but frown. Seeing her looking so gloomy, I told her some mischievous stories from my childhood to cheer her up. She smiled slightly, then looked at me with regret: “What a pity.” Jasper always wanted to sneak out to play, but Mrs. Cooper wouldn’t allow it. I followed him all the way and saw him go into the playground in the community, constantly clamoring to play on the swings. Those nannies, who usually tremble at the mention of his name, were all snickering with their heads down. 3 Mrs. Cooper was grateful when she found out I stood up for Jasper. But with the ongoing fierce fight over the family inheritance and Jasper’s uncertain recovery, she couldn’t help but worry. Seeing her so downcast, I shared some playful stories from my childhood to lift her spirits. She smiled slightly but soon looked at me with regret, saying, “What a pity.” Jasper always wanted to sneak out and play, but Mrs. Cooper never allowed it. I followed him to the community playground, where he insisted on playing on the swings. The nannies, who usually trembled at the mention of his name, were all hiding their laughter. I held the swing steady for him to get on. “If the young master wants to play, then play! Quinn will watch over you!” Jasper happily sat on the swing and gestured for me to come closer with a playful air. Curious, I leaned in, and he took a candy from his pocket and placed it in my hand. “Quinn, I hope your days are always as sweet as this candy.” His words made my heart skip a beat, and I instinctively looked away. Feeling a bit awkward, I pushed him on the swing. “Quinn, about that night, can we do it again someday?” My hands froze, and I glanced around to ensure we were alone, then sighed in relief. Blushing, I gently patted his head. “Young master, that’s our little secret. You mustn’t speak of it or tell anyone else.” Seeing my serious expression, he nodded solemnly. “I understand, Quinn! It’s our secret! Jasper is great at keeping secrets!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness. Time passed quickly, and three months flew by. Jasper’s condition hadn’t improved; it worsened. Initially, he just wanted to play with the kids in the neighboring community. Eventually, he ran away and disappeared. Remembering my words, he declared himself the master of the house when the nanny tried to stop him. No one could hold him back. When Mrs. Cooper found out, she was furious and no longer gentle. She had me held down, kneeling in Jasper’s room. In the eyes of these wealthy people, we never had any dignity. “You can get up when Jasper returns.” It wasn’t until midnight that Jasper was found. He was discovered in a small room like a dog cage. The neighboring community was also wealthy, home to rich kids. They tricked Jasper into going with them, locked him up, and taunted him as an idiot. Jasper’s car accident had injured his brain, and the story of him wetting his pants while playing with kids spread throughout the villa area. After Jasper came back, Mrs. Cooper still didn’t let me get up. First, because I failed to watch over Jasper, letting him run off. Second, she wanted me to recognize my place and do my duties. I knelt for nearly ten hours, my legs numb, and finally collapsed to the ground. Jasper seemed to realize he was at fault. He looked at me kneeling in his room, bewildered. He went to plead with Mrs. Cooper to let me up, but she just gave me a cold look and turned away. Seeing he couldn’t persuade her, Jasper strode over and knelt beside me. “I’m sorry, Quinn, I shouldn’t have run off. It’s all my fault, and if Mom wants to punish you, then I’ll kneel with you!” Mrs. Cooper couldn’t bear seeing Jasper insist on kneeling beside me. “Get up, take good care of the young master, no next time.” Mrs. Cooper looked down at me, and I bowed my head. “Yes, ma’am.” After Mrs. Cooper left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to stand up, ignoring the pain in my knees, I staggered and almost fell again. Suddenly, Jasper caught me and lifted me up. He gently placed me on his bed, rolling up my pant leg as I had done for him to apply medicine. My knee was swollen and red. “Quinn… I’m sorry.” His eyes turned red, and he gently massaged my wound with his fingertips. “It’s Jasper’s fault. Quinn can punish me however you want; I’ll do whatever you say.” Seeing his guilty and helpless expression, my heart softened. “Will the young master listen to everything Quinn says?” He nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes! Jasper always keeps his word!” “Then I punish you to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of yourself from now on!” Jasper paused, then suddenly hugged me. His head buried in my neck, he murmured, “Quinn, Jasper wants to grow up quickly.” I gently patted his head, “Why does the young master suddenly want to grow up?” “Mom said only when Jasper grows up can he truly be the master of the house.” “Then I can protect Quinn and never let anyone bully you again!” My nose tingled; the young master was indeed naive. Why protect a nanny’s daughter? 4 The news of Jasper’s injury, which left him with the intelligence of a three-year-old, reached other members of the Cooper Family. Several illegitimate children began to stir. Mrs. Cooper was overwhelmed dealing with the strategies that came one after another and the company’s affairs. Despite her previous efforts to seek out renowned doctors, there was no progress in healing Jasper’s mind. Overwhelmed with anger and stress, she also fell ill and was hospitalized. Jasper hadn’t seen Mrs. Cooper all day and was getting anxious. “Quinn, have you seen Mom?” “Ma’am is still working overtime at the company! Be a good boy and go to sleep. You’ll see her when you wake up tomorrow!” Before being hospitalized, Mrs. Cooper had specifically instructed not to let Jasper know about her hospitalization. I had no choice but to coax him to sleep. Jasper pressed his lips together, staring at me expressionlessly. “Quinn, you’re lying to me.” “Mom didn’t come back yesterday, and last night Mrs. Wang packed up Mom’s clothes and took them away. Mom’s favorite pearl earrings are still on the table. Quinn, tell me the truth!” Though he had the mind of a three-year-old, he was still sharp. Unable to hide it from him, I took him to the hospital to see Mrs. Cooper. Mrs. Cooper was surprised to see Jasper. Jasper rushed into her arms, “Mom! Jasper will behave from now on, please don’t get sick, okay?” Mrs. Cooper’s hand trembled, but she eventually patted Jasper’s back. Tears welled in her eyes, “Forget it, living an ordinary life is fine too.” Jasper eagerly volunteered to get hot water for Mrs. Cooper, and she smiled and agreed. After he ran out excitedly with the kettle, she indicated for me to follow him to ensure nothing happened. When I caught up to the place where water was fetched, I only saw Jasper lying on the ground and the kettle of hot water spilled. He had run too fast, slipped on the water, and fell. When he woke up, he miraculously recovered. “The blood clot in the patient’s brain has mostly dissipated; he can be discharged without any issues.” Mrs. Cooper cried tears of joy upon hearing the doctor’s words. Everyone gathered around Jasper and Mrs. Cooper, returning to the Cooper Family home. I stood alone in the empty hospital room, feeling momentarily lost. Jasper had recovered, so what about me? After returning to the Cooper Family home, Jasper was furious. “Get everything replaced immediately! How did my room become such a mess? It’s disgusting!” Any trace of my existence was quickly erased. Initially, I was thrilled to hear Jasper had recovered, but now I felt like I was plunged into an ice cave. When Jasper looked at me, there was no longer any warmth in his eyes, only undisguised disdain. “Get out! Do any random stray cat or dog think they can enter my room?” He returned to his usual aloof and commanding self. “This is Adeline, Aunt Adeline’s daughter. She took great care of you when you were injured. Why not have her stay with you a bit longer?” It was only then that Mrs. Cooper seemed to remember my presence and tentatively explained to Jasper.

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In the fifth year of my marriage to Nolan, his first love returned. He placed her on his maintenance team. When I questioned him, he retorted, “Do you know why I chose her? Because she’s not like you, just a housewife obsessed with romance!” So, when he asked for a divorce for the twenty-second time, I nodded, “Let’s get divorced then.” Nolan scoffed, “Don’t come begging me like a stray dog.” I nodded, efficiently packed my belongings while he watched in disbelief. “Goodbye forever.” In the fifth year of my marriage to Nolan, he asked for a divorce for the twenty-second time. It all began because today was our anniversary. We had planned to go out for French cuisine, and the reservation was set, but he didn’t come home on time, so I drove to his office. As I passed the coffee shop downstairs, I saw him standing with a girl. The sight of her made my heart clench, and I struggled to breathe. It was Eloise, his ex-girlfriend, with whom he had a stormy five-year relationship before they finally parted ways. They stood at the bar, the girl in a stylish white outfit exuding a professional yet charming vibe. The man was in a suit. Their actions weren’t overtly intimate, but the love in their eyes was unmistakable. I took out my phone and opened my chat with Nolan. My last messages were still there, unanswered. Every time I called, he was busy, busy spending time with someone else. I walked into the coffee shop but couldn’t bring myself to interrupt the lovely scene. The gentle, affectionate smile on Nolan’s face was something I’d never seen directed towards me. Every time he came home, he wore a scowl, and I thought it was work stress. Turns out, he was unhappy because I wasn’t the person he wanted to see. After getting coffee, Nolan turned and saw me. He was momentarily startled, then gently patted the girl’s head, said something that made her pout, and she left. Nolan got into the car, frowning again, “What are you doing here?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “I came to pick you up from work. Didn’t we agree to have French dinner tonight?” “And, I remember you saying you wouldn’t let Eloise join your maintenance team.” Nolan’s frown deepened, “Phoebe, can you stop being so unreasonable?” “Eloise graduated from a prestigious aviation university and worked in a top maintenance team in Malaysia for years. Her professional skills are outstanding. Do you know how many teams want her?” “As a captain, choosing responsible crew members is about passenger safety. Why do you only think about romance? Maybe you’re too bored as a housewife. If you can’t stand it, find a job as a supermarket cashier.” He showed no restraint in his disdain. I silently gripped the steering wheel. We didn’t go for French dinner. At home, Nolan locked himself in the study, unwilling to talk. Usually, I’d try to make peace, or if I couldn’t take it, we’d have a big fight, but he’d always remain indifferent, making me look foolish. But this time, I acted as if nothing happened, quietly going about my business. An hour later, Nolan suddenly opened the study door. “Who are you sulking for?” “Eloise passed the team interview. I’m not letting her go. If you care, we can just divorce.” He seemed sure I’d back down, speaking with authority. “Anyway, you’re just a housewife. Without me, you can’t do anything…” “Fine, let’s divorce.” I cut him off. Nolan was stunned, “Phoebe, are you serious?” After a couple of seconds, he laughed. His smile was usually reassuring, but now it was laced with mockery, “Phoebe, I’m not joking.” “If we divorce, don’t come crying back, saying you can’t bear to part and only love me. It’s pathetic.” Though this wasn’t our first fight, hearing such hurtful words nearly shattered my composure. I was used to his harsh words, but it still hurt. I took a deep breath, “I’ve drafted the agreement. The car and house are yours, and I’ll take the savings.” I placed the agreement in front of Nolan. His expression shifted from disdain to disbelief, but he soon took it blankly. “Phoebe, once you sign this, there’s no going back. No matter how much you beg, I won’t look at you again. As a faded housewife, you’ll struggle to find better. I suggest you think…” I handed him the pen, “Stop wasting time. Sign it.” Nolan was stunned, grabbed the pen, and signed quickly to save face. “Tomorrow at nine, don’t disappear,” he mocked. I shook my head seriously, “I won’t. I’ve already made the appointment.” That night, I moved my bedding to the living room, listening to the sounds of things being thrown in the bedroom, crying silently under the covers.

Maybe my relationship with Nolan was doomed from the start. I always chased him, an eight-year crush from college. After graduation, he and Eloise broke up, and everyone knew. Eloise got an overseas job offer, but Nolan had been interning at a domestic airport for six months, soon to be permanent. Neither could give up their future, so they parted ways. At that farewell party, Eloise didn’t come. Nolan drank heavily and was a mess. Leaving, he was unconscious. His friends knew I liked him, so they urged me to take him home. Even drunk, he was a grown man, over six feet tall, his weight on me. I got him to the couch but was pulled into his alcohol-scented embrace. I had a few drinks at the party too. As the alcohol hit, I heard him sobbing, “Eloise, don’t leave me.” The next morning, I fled with a hickey on my neck. We silently agreed not to contact each other, and I thought my crush was over. Then I found out I was pregnant. My periods were always regular, and when I noticed something off, I got tested. With the report in hand, I sat in the hospital corridor. On a whim, I texted Nolan. I didn’t want to trap him with the baby, but he had a right to know. I waited at the hospital till night, but he didn’t respond. I thought he blocked me, but then Nolan called. “Phoebe, let’s get married.” If not for being in a hospital, I would’ve screamed with joy. I thought I used all my luck for his proposal. But I stayed calm, “If you’re doing this out of duty, I don’t need it.” He paused, then firmly said, “Phoebe, I’ll take responsibility. We can be together.” I waited for him at the hospital entrance. As he approached, he became the handsome boy from my youth. I didn’t know when I fell for him. Maybe when he caught me skipping class but let me go, teasing, “Like a little rabbit, hard to scold.” Or maybe every morning and evening I watched him. But at this moment, my longing finally found hope. Later, Nolan’s mother used my pregnancy as an excuse to skip the wedding. She made my life difficult, and I lost the baby. But I believed if I worked hard enough, Nolan would see my worth. How naive I was back then. Five years later, my sincerity was worn out, meaningless.

The next morning, I got up half an hour early. As nine approached, I knocked on the bedroom door. Nolan took his time, still in yesterday’s suit, “You’re eager for divorce.” I checked my watch and echoed his words, “It’s almost nine. Are you planning to disappear?” “Didn’t you always want a divorce? Now you’re almost free, why need a reminder?” Five years have gone by, and the sincerity has long faded away. It’s not even worth mentioning anymore. The next evening, I deliberately got up half an hour earlier. As the clock approached nine, I knocked on the bedroom door. Nolan finally came to open the door, still wearing the same suit from yesterday. “Phoebe, are you really in such a rush to get divorced?” I glanced at my watch and threw his words from the previous night back at him: “It’s almost nine. Are you planning to pull a disappearing act?” “Besides, haven’t you always wanted a divorce? You’re about to be free. Why do I need to remind you?” With that, I went to the door to change my shoes. “Hurry up, or we’ll have to reschedule if it’s past nine.” Nolan sneered and followed me to the door. “Fine, let’s get divorced. Eloise is much better than you. Marrying her will bring me more happiness than I can express.” I nodded, brushing off his comment. On the way to City Hall, Nolan drove like he was in a fury, cursing at everyone we passed. I sat in the back, eyes closed, resting. I’m used to interacting like this by now. In five years of marriage, Nolan and I rarely talked about the little things in life, as couples do. Initially, I would share interesting or delicious things with him, but he always responded with indifference, sometimes even impatience. Eventually, I stopped trying, convincing myself he was just naturally aloof. But that wasn’t true. I had seen him on Phoebe’s social media, being witty and charming. That warmth just wasn’t for me. At City Hall, the mediator kept trying to reconcile us. I smiled and said, “There’s no need to persuade us. The divorce is a mutual decision after careful consideration. Besides, it was a shotgun wedding. There’s no real affection.” Nolan glanced at me, a complex expression on his face. But I didn’t care. Seeing we were beyond help, the mediator sighed: “There’s a one-month cooling-off period for divorces now. If you’re sure, come back in a month.” “Take this time to think it over. Look at you two; such a handsome couple. If you’ve been married this long, there must be some feelings. Don’t act impulsively.” Nolan is indeed good-looking, I agree. When we started school, he was famous for his looks. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had a crush on him for so many years. Plus, he comes from a good family, always treated like royalty. Back in college, while we were eating street food, he was taking Eloise to fancy French restaurants. He was generous and loyal to his friends and classmates. But with me, he was stingy, unwilling to share even a bit of affection. I used to agonize over whether I wasn’t good enough. But now, I realize that’s not important. He treated me poorly, not the other way around. Because I hadn’t slept well, I kept yawning. Nolan turned to see my tear-filled eyes. He thought I was crying because I couldn’t bear the divorce, feeling smug: “I told you there’s no remedy for regret. Even if you don’t want the divorce now, it’s too late.” “I, Nolan, never go back.” I ignored him and headed home. Once there, Nolan habitually said, “Go make lunch. I want sweet and sour ribs today.” I ignored him and went into the kitchen, but I came out with the rice cooker I had customized. He widened his eyes: “What are you doing?” “I bought the rice cooker. Of course, I’m taking it with me after the divorce.” Besides the rice cooker I’m reluctant to leave behind, I also want to take the shoe cabinet and glass vase I bought. But they’re too big and inconvenient to move. “What do you mean?” Nolan asked, trying to suppress his anger, and I saw a vein throbbing on his temple. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve found a new place and plan to move out. Oh, though you didn’t buy me much, I’ve left the things you did in the bedroom. Handle them as you wish.” Watching me busily pack my suitcase, Nolan suddenly erupted, kicking the coffee table. “Phoebe, if you leave, don’t ever come back.” I frowned at him, “We’ve been married for years. Do you really have to be so hostile?” “Wouldn’t it be better to part ways gracefully?” “There’s no point in maintaining appearances between us. If you’re leaving, just stop nagging.”

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I was coerced by Jasper into donating a kidney to my sister, and I died right there on the table. Upon my rebirth, I realized I was the main character in a romance novel, and my sister had awakened early to try to eliminate me. I resolved to no longer be merciful. When I allied with a billionaire CEO to fight back, Jasper locked me to the bed, kissing me passionately: “Promise me you won’t see other men, okay?” I was restrained on the cold operating table, the glaring light above making it impossible to open my eyes. Yet, I held back tears, turning my head to plead with Jasper beside me, “Jasper, please, let me go?” A flicker of hesitation crossed Jasper’s face, but Daphne’s anguished expression quickly drew his focus. At that moment, Daphne looked at me with a pitiful pallor, “Sister, just one kidney is all it takes to save me. Surely, you wouldn’t be so selfish?” She started to cry softly right after. “Brother Jasper, if sister doesn’t want to, maybe we should wait…” Listening to her, Jasper’s eyes turned resolute. He held my hand and said tenderly, “Lydia, just this one time. I’ll give you anything you want once we’re back.” Hearing him, I released his hand. At that moment, I gave up, realizing that saying anything more was futile. I spoke coolly, “Get on with it.” But tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. I don’t know if I died or if I was dreaming, but I vaguely heard sounds of struggle and someone trying to wake me, “Sister, I’m sorry, I came too late…”

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in Jasper’s bed. Instinctively, I touched my body and was astonished to find the surgical scar was gone. I immediately grabbed the phone from the bedside table and found the date was actually a week earlier. I distinctly remembered dying on the operating table. Could this be a rebirth? I weakly got out of bed, clearly having had a tumultuous night before. At this moment, Daphne had already moved into my house, citing illness. As I passed by Daphne’s room, I deliberately slowed my pace. I overheard an anxious voice inside: “Why hasn’t Jasper let me take Lydia’s kidney yet? Does Jasper still love that woman? What’s the next part of the storyline…” Hearing this, I was stunned. So, I’m the protagonist of a romance novel, with Jasper as my childhood sweetheart and the male lead I eventually marry. And Daphne is just a disposable female antagonist meant to develop my relationship with Jasper. Her end is a tragic death on the street. But she woke up early, twisted all the plot lines, and walked through the story that was originally mine. In the end, because she couldn’t fight the script and realized Jasper still liked me, she arranged for me to die on the operating table. I couldn’t help but smile wryly. How fascinating, truly fascinating! I stared fixedly at that door: “In the last life, you knew my path ahead of time and killed me first. But this life, I know too. My dear sister, let’s see who wins.”

Looking at the time, around now in the previous life, a fire was about to break out. Back then, I bravely rushed into the inferno to save Jasper’s mother and child, disregarding my own safety. When I awoke, he coldly questioned me, “Who told you to come?” I defended myself, but he gripped my neck tightly and said, “Don’t think that just because of my feelings for you, I won’t kill you.” And Daphne, who did nothing, was cared for by him in every possible way. This time, I decided to save him again. But not by myself. Not for any other reason but to let him feel guilt towards me, both physically and emotionally, in the end. After all, he’s the male lead and won’t die easily. “Lydia, let’s go back to the old house. Grandma has been asking for us,” Jasper called me. Back at the old house, just like in the last life, I sat in the garden playing chess with the old lady. At this time, Jasper and his mom were in the kitchen, trying to be filial. I estimated the time was about right and immediately walked to the kitchen, watching him try hard to carry his mom out. In the last life, I rushed into the inferno to carry them out, but I fainted from exhaustion at the door. Now, I hurriedly shouted for help, and when enough people went in for rescue, I rushed in to support Jasper. As I turned to look at the corner of the wall, I quickly noticed a shadow there. I pretended to faint, collapsing at the door. Indeed, a faint camera click sounded from there. I smiled, knowing something was amiss.

After everyone sent me to the hospital room. I immediately got up and walked to Jasper’s room, and sure enough, Daphne was inside. Daphne was peeling an apple, speaking sweetly, “Brother Jasper, I didn’t expect sister to be like that. Don’t blame her, okay?” Jasper looked down, his expression unclear, “Thank you…” At this moment, I pushed the door open, “Shouldn’t you thank me?” Jasper raised his head quickly, coldly questioning me, “Who told you to come?” Of course, it’s the same line. I sneered, looking down at the photo in his hand, “Already forgot your savior so quickly?” The next second, I snatched the photo from his hand, tore it up, and threw it between them. “Seeing isn’t always believing.” But then Daphne stood up and slapped me, “Sister, wake up. It’s already good that Brother Jasper isn’t blaming you, don’t continue down the wrong path…” I covered my face, frowning at Jasper, “What do you think happened?” He remained silent. I laughed coldly a couple of times and threw the photos I specially asked my friend to secretly take at them, “See who really saved you.” Jasper picked up the photos, still frowning, “Lydia, there’s no need to deceive me with fake photos.” “What? I’m using fake photos? Then why do you believe Daphne’s photos are real?” Daphne pretended to hesitate, “Sister, you don’t need to do this. Everyone knows you and other men… have been deceiving Brother Jasper.” Looking at the seemingly dumbfounded person on the bed, I immediately left the room. Daphne shouted behind me, “Sister, where are you going? Brother Jasper hasn’t been discharged yet…” Jasper’s cold voice came through, “Let her go.”

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My mom hates me. If it wasn’t for me, my mom and dad wouldn’t have divorced. After she remarried, she was kinder to her stepdaughter than to me. She let her stepdaughter bully me at school, let her carve scars on my back with a knife, and ignored the bloodstains on my clothes. In the end, she even let her take pleasure in setting me on fire. But mom, do you remember how you cried when others bullied me and wanted to stand up for me? Mom, what can I do to make up for my sins and ease your hatred? I got home at nine on Friday night after school. In the large villa, only the living room had any sound. Mom was holding Fiona, watching TV. Both of them were smiling, looking warm and harmonious. I stared at them greedily, unable to remember the warmth of my mom’s embrace. Maybe I stood there too long, so mom turned her head and glanced at me with disgust. I clutched my backpack strap and gathered the courage to speak: “Mom, don’t you want to ask why I’m back so late?” She continued watching TV, ignoring me. My throat tightened, but I stubbornly tried to talk to her even though it felt self-destructive. “Fiona didn’t wait for me after school, she told the driver to leave, and I didn’t have money, so I walked home. It’s 25 kilometers, and my feet hurt.” “Mom, I’m also very hungry. You forgot to give me money last week. I borrowed from classmates to get by. Could you not forget next time…” “Slap!” Before I could finish, mom slapped me. My cheek stung with pain. Dizzy, I nearly fell, and the pain in my stomach sharpened. I was too hungry and too tired. Embarrassed to borrow too much, I had only eaten one meal a day for a week, going to bed hungry every night, my stomach in knots. I looked up through blurred, tear-filled eyes at my mom’s beautiful face. “Adeline, are you blaming me or Fiona?” I bit my lip, not answering. Maybe I did resent Fiona, but I didn’t dare to blame mom. I had no right. Mom seemed to see what I was thinking. She looked down at me. “You have no right to blame me or Fiona. Your food, clothing, shelter, and tuition are all paid by her dad, my husband.” “Even your biological father didn’t want you, and I was willing to take you in. Fiona’s family accepted you, and you should learn to be grateful.” Fiona consoled her with a smile, “Alright, mom, don’t be angry.” She turned to me and apologized perfunctorily, “Adeline, I forgot to wait for you after school. I’ll remember next time.” “Didn’t you say you’re hungry? Go to the kitchen and eat.” I silently put down my backpack and went to the kitchen. As expected, there was nothing but leftovers. Fiona and mom had already eaten, and the rule for the housekeeper in Fiona’s family was to only buy fresh ingredients for the day, even for fruits and eggs. The fridge was empty except for a few bottles of cold water. I took one, downed half of it. Luckily, today’s trash bag was relatively clean, so I ate some leftover food from it. If I wake up early tomorrow, I can catch a freshly made, hot breakfast. It’s okay, it’s okay, Adeline. I silently cried while washing my hands, returned to the living room, and picked up my backpack. “Mom, I’m going upstairs.” Mom didn’t spare me a glance.

After returning to my room, I did some homework. Fiona pushed the door open and came in. Alone with her, I instinctively felt fear and shrank back. “What do you want?” Fiona smiled and slapped me, then nodded in satisfaction. “Hmm, now it matches the slap your mom gave you.” “Adeline, you’re getting bold, complaining about me to your mom right in front of me. Do you think she’ll care about you?” She took a lighter from her pocket, gripping my arm, dragging out her words slowly. “She’d be happier if you suffered.” “Ah!” The flame from the lighter burned into the inside of my arm, leaving scars of varying sizes. Fiona moved the lighter with interest, as if she were leisurely eating barbecue. “Don’t move. Otherwise, you’ll suffer more, and your mom won’t be happy if she finds out.” I screamed, crying with tears streaming down my face: “Mom, mom, save me…” I heard mom’s footsteps coming upstairs. I saw her standing outside the door. I met her eyes and begged her. “Mom, save me.” She looked away, passed my room, and went back to her own room. I heard the door open and close, smelling the scent of burning flesh. I could only kneel on the ground, begging Fiona to let me go. She kicked me, “Still dare to complain? You’re living in my house. Why can’t you learn to bow your head?” I shook my head desperately, “I won’t complain anymore. I won’t.” She seemed bored, clicking her tongue, “But if you don’t complain, what excuse do I have to bully you?” “Why don’t you keep complaining? It doesn’t matter if you do. Oh, right, you even had the nerve to ask your mom for help. Can’t you understand human language?” Fiona took out a sharp art knife from her pocket, eager to try it out. My face went pale, and I asked her to wait, then took off my uniform. “I have to wear it tomorrow.” She giggled, “Adeline, you’re really something.” As she spoke, her hands didn’t stop, the knife cutting from my shoulder blade down to my waist. I once looked in the mirror and saw my back covered with thin, long red lines. I gritted my teeth to bear the pain. When Fiona was done playing, I was drenched in cold sweat, lying on the floor, breathing heavily. Fiona left the room. I found the medical kit, skillfully applied medicine to myself, then climbed into bed. I felt cold, then hot, tightly wrapping myself in the blanket. Half-asleep, I heard mom’s voice. It was from before she and dad divorced when we were a complete family. Her voice was gentle. “Adeline, Adeline, you’re mommy’s treasure. Mommy loves you so much…”

The next day, I got up late. When I groggily went downstairs, Fiona and mom had already finished breakfast. The maid was about to throw away the leftovers, and I rushed to stop her. “Sorry, leave it for me. I’ll wash the dishes after.” The maid gave me a complicated look that made my face burn with shame, but I had to force a smile. She left the dishes for me, saying before she left, “There’s a boiled egg in the pot that no one ate, you can have it.” I was grateful for this bit of kindness and ate the boiled egg clean. After breakfast, there was still work to do. Mom might forget to give me living expenses next week, so I needed to earn some money myself and pay back my classmates. Yesterday, on my way back, I saw an old lady collecting drink bottles, saying they were fetching a nice price lately. I planned to try collecting some too. I found a plastic bag and went out. Just after rummaging through half a garbage can, it started to rain. The rain stung the wounds on my back, and I had to find shelter under an eave. The door of the villa behind opened, and someone came out. I was about to apologize and find another place to shelter when I recognized a familiar face. “Class president?” Ezra frowned, “Adeline, why are you here?” “I, I live here.” Ezra’s tone was doubtful, “Your house is here?” I kept my head down, unsure how to answer. Technically, I wasn’t part of Fiona’s family, just benefiting from my mom. He saw I didn’t respond and didn’t ask further, placing the trash he was holding at the door. Then he looked up, and his expression changed. “Adeline, what’s wrong with your back?” I hurriedly reached to touch it, finding faint red on my hand, likely from the wound reopening. “It’s nothing, I’m fine…” I said, trying to leave, but I felt dizzy and fell. When I woke up, I was lying in my bedroom, Fiona sitting by my bed. “You have a fever. Ezra brought you back. Adeline, how are you so lucky?” I shivered, in trouble. How could I forget that Fiona liked Ezra? Before, a girl from another class gave Ezra a love letter. Even though he rejected it, Fiona had someone corner the girl in the bathroom to teach her a lesson. Now that Ezra personally brought me back, what would Fiona do? Fiona crossed her arms, expressionless. “Ezra also asked about your back. I said maybe you accidentally hurt it. I don’t know if he believed me—Adeline, are you pretending to be pitiful in front of him, or do you want to expose me to him?” “I didn’t mean that, definitely not.” I tried to explain, to prove my innocence, but Fiona sneered and walked away. She didn’t immediately trouble me, making me even more anxious. Yet I couldn’t worry about that now. I was dizzy from the fever, and there was no fever medicine in the kit. I could only add an extra blanket and sweat it out, also realizing the bag of bottles I collected was gone, making today’s efforts futile, feeling desperate.

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My company needed someone to go abroad to assist a branch office, and my father, the chairman, wanted my younger sister and me to draw lots to decide. Before Dad could hand me the slip, I exclaimed, “Dad, I’ll go abroad! Let Nora stay here!” In my previous life, I was engaged to Jasper, the heir of Jasper Corporation. After drawing lots to stay in the country, I married Jasper. Unexpectedly, my sister went abroad, and within a year, she was assaulted by a homeless man one night on the street and later chose to end her life by slitting her wrists. Before her death, she left a message for Jasper, claiming I manipulated the draw to avoid going abroad. From then on, Jasper resented me, and I realized my husband had always loved my sister. He deceived me into going to the street where the incident occurred under the pretense of a trip abroad, beat me, and forced me to kneel to atone to my sister. “If you hadn’t interfered with the draw, how would Nora have been assaulted? Why wasn’t it you who died?” He cursed me with fury, venting all his anger on me. He even spent a lot of money bribing that homeless man to strip me and humiliate me publicly. “You love manipulating so much? I’ll make you feel the pain Nora felt.” What he didn’t know was that I was already pregnant with his child. I pleaded with him to let me go, but he watched as the homeless man humiliated me, ordered my limbs to be broken, and eventually, I died from massive bleeding. Reborn, I decisively abandoned everything in the country, fulfilling the desires of Jasper and Nora, those two betrayers. …

When I announced I wanted to go abroad to assist, Dad and Mom looked at me in shock. “Cora, have you really thought this through? What about your engagement with the Jiang family? Don’t you love Jasper from the Jiang family?” I swallowed hard, recalling the pain of having my limbs broken. “Dad, I’ve decided to go abroad to help. As for the engagement, let my sister and Jasper decide. I’m not marrying him.” Mom stared at me, seemingly trying to discern something from my eyes. Seeing the determination in my eyes, she sighed and finally agreed to my request. Just as I turned to pack my luggage, there was a hurried knock at the door. Jasper rushed in like a madman and hugged Nora. His eyes were red, and he was panting heavily. “Thank God, I made it in time,” Jasper murmured to himself, holding Nora even tighter. After a long silence, he let go of Nora and turned to Mom. “Auntie, the one I love isn’t Cora but Nora. We’ve already pledged our lives to each other!” He knelt, eyes moist, looking at Dad and Mom. “Please, Auntie and Uncle, let us be. Annul my engagement with Cora and betroth me to Nora.” I froze for a moment. It seemed Jasper was also reborn. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to calm down. “Jasper…” I was about to tell him I wanted to break off the engagement when he interrupted me. “Cora, I’d never marry a woman like you! If I can’t marry Nora, I’d rather remain single forever!” His face twisted with anger, yelling at me. He looked just like he did in the past life, crazily seeking revenge on me. I shrank back, and Mom stepped forward to gently hold me. “Jasper, calm down. Cora already said she wants to go abroad to help. Since you and Nora are in love, prepare to marry her then!” Dad patted Jasper’s shoulder and spoke in a deep voice. Jasper was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with wild joy. He excitedly kissed Nora. “Thank you, Uncle, for allowing this. Nora, we can finally be together.” Even though I knew what kind of person he was, my heart still ached. Jasper held Nora’s hand and left the house to discuss wedding plans. After they left, Mom and Dad were about to head back to their rooms to continue working, but I stopped them. “Mom, Dad, this time I’m going abroad, I plan to live there long term. I won’t come back unless necessary.” Mom looked back at me, and she came forward to pat my back. “Child, I know, you’ve been wronged.” “If that’s what you want, then go. Mom and Dad will always support you!”

Mom and Dad were always like this, unconditionally supporting their daughter. I knew that because I was more obedient and sensible than Nora, they favored me. In the previous life, they knew I admired Jasper for a long time and deliberately let me stay in the country to marry him. I went to the mall near home to buy some things I’d need abroad. I happened to run into Jasper and Nora picking out a wedding dress. Nora excitedly compared the most expensive wedding dress against herself. In the previous life, I also wanted this wedding dress, but Jasper refused. “Cora, I want something low-key. This dress is too flashy, and it’s only worn once, there’s no need.” Now, he bought that wedding dress without hesitation. Turns out the difference between love and not loving is this obvious! I was about to turn to leave when Nora’s sharp eyes caught sight of me, and she called out. “Sis, you’re here at the mall too!” She walked towards me holding Jasper’s hand, her face brimming with happiness. “Our wedding is set for three days from now. The master said it’s a lucky day. Sis, you must come to our wedding! Without your blessing, my wedding wouldn’t be perfect.” “I have to pack for my trip abroad, my flight is booked for tomorrow. I’m afraid…” “Since Nora asked, you better be there on time.” “I know you’re also reborn. If you’re not there that day, I’ll kill Whiskers. Make it suffer the same fate as you did in your past life.” Jasper leaned in, threatening me harshly in my ear. My body shuddered. Whiskers is my little cat, a gift from Aunt Genevieve before she passed away. Back then, Mom and Dad were always busy with work, while Aunt Genevieve pampered me like her own daughter. After Aunt Genevieve’s death, I often held Whiskers and secretly missed her. Filled with resentment, I nodded. As I turned to leave, Nora grabbed my hand. “Sis, since I’m the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, the jade pendant around your neck…” It was the last keepsake Aunt Genevieve gave me before she passed, acknowledging me as her goddaughter, and she personally put it on me for protection. Nora smiled slyly at the jade on my neck. I glared, “This was a gift from Aunt Genevieve, not a Jiang family heirloom, there’s no need…” “Nora, I can buy you ten or eight of such jade pendants, no need for this one. I have plenty at home.” Jasper replied softly to Nora. “Sis, Aunt Genevieve’s jade pendant was meant for her daughter-in-law. Are you mad at me for taking Jasper? I’m sorry, sis.” Nora’s eyes immediately filled with tears, and she looked pitifully wronged. Jasper by her side immediately frowned with concern, patting Nora’s head. “My mom’s jade pendant is for my future wife. Take it off!” Facing Jasper’s fierce gaze, memories of him forcing me to kneel and apologize flashed back. The shadows of the past haunted me, I didn’t dare refuse him. I could only shakily remove the pendant and hand it to Nora. A sly glint passed through her eyes, and as she took the pendant, she suddenly let it slip. I instinctively tried to catch it, but it shattered on the ground. The pendant broke into pieces, and I couldn’t help but squat down, sobbing quietly. Nora pouted in a tea-like manner, “Sis, I know you hate me. If you really want to marry Jasper, I can go abroad instead. For the family business and your love, I can give up everything here!” “But… but why did you break the pendant? It was Aunt Genevieve’s keepsake! It’s Jasper’s only memory of her!” She loudly lamented her grievance, attracting the attention of passersby, and soon we were surrounded by a crowd. “This woman is so vile, breaking the pendant and trying to steal her sister’s fiancé, shameless.” “Someone like her should be executed, all her education wasted.” “Exactly, people like her pollute the air just by living. That was a keepsake!” “Eyeing her sister’s husband is a disgrace to women.” The piercing curses and mockery from the crowd reached me, and I silently picked up the pendant pieces with a handkerchief. I caught a glimpse of Nora’s smug smile towards me. Jasper, with a sullen face, approached and leaned down, giving me a hard slap. He gripped my chin, warning me. “Don’t try any tricks again, haven’t given up yet, Cora? Still want to taste being beaten and humiliated to death?” Jasper shoved me aside, holding Nora as they left. I covered my swollen face, clutching the broken pieces of the pendant tightly until my hand began to bleed, staining the handkerchief with bright red blood. I carefully wrapped the pieces, whispering to myself. “Sorry, Aunt Genevieve, I broke my promise.”

By the time I got home, it was late. Mom, Dad, and my sister were gathered around the dining table, eating. Jasper was there too. I went straight to my room to tend to my wounds. By the time I finished, Mom and Dad had already left after dinner. Jasper sat on the living room sofa, playing with his phone. Only Nora remained, smiling wickedly. “Sis, come eat! We saved food for you, it won’t taste good if it gets cold!” With that, she pushed a big plate of meat in front of me. I carefully wrapped up the shards, whispering softly to myself. “Sorry, Aunt Genevieve, I’ve broken my promise.” 3 It was late when I finally got home. My parents and sister were at the dining table having dinner, and Jasper was present as well. I headed straight to my room to treat my wound. By the time I was done, my parents had already left the table. Jasper was on the couch in the living room, absorbed in his phone. Only Nora remained, with a mischievous grin on her face. “Sis, come eat! We saved some food for you. If you wait any longer, it’ll get cold and not taste as good!” With that, she pushed a large plate of meat toward me. I picked up a piece and took a bite. The taste was odd; I couldn’t determine what kind of meat it was. Noticing the sinister smile in Nora’s eyes, realization hit me like a flash. “Whiskers! Whiskers!” Normally, Whiskers would be at my side as soon as I got home, but today, there was no sign of the cat. I began searching frantically for Whiskers. Nora chuckled and pointed at the meat in front of me. “Don’t bother looking, sis. Isn’t your Whiskers right there in front of you?” A wave of darkness washed over me. I stuck my fingers down my throat and vomited. “Oh dear sister, I’m just sad you’re heading abroad. The food there won’t match up to home-cooked meals. Anyway, that animal was of no use. I personally cooked this tasty meal for you to remind you of home.” Her laughter echoed with triumph as she took the plate of meat. I clenched my teeth, and after a moment, my anger burst forth. I punched Nora. “Nora! Why? I’ve given you everything, so why do this to me? What did Whiskers ever do to you?” Nora held her face, screaming hysterically. “How dare you ask why? Don’t think I don’t know that in our past life, Mom and Dad favored you and made sure I was sent abroad.” “Do you have any idea how much I suffered in my previous life? A vagrant followed me home and abused me day and night.” “I had to serve him just to survive. And you? You were living comfortably back home!” “Sis, it’s your turn this time to endure everything. I want you to feel the pain I went through and ruin everything you have.” I was in disbelief, shaking my head with difficulty holding back my emotions. “So… you’ve been reborn too. Then you must know how Jasper tormented me in our past life and how I died.” “I didn’t know you would face such things abroad. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you go. Tell me, what did you say to Jasper back then?” I clutched my heart in agony, while Nora’s smile twisted grotesquely. “Stop pretending to be a saint, Cora. Your hypocrisy makes me sick.” “As for what I said, finish the dinner I made for you, and I’ll tell you.” She picked up the steaming plate of meat and approached me. She glanced at Jasper in the living room, her eyes gleaming with calculation, and let out a wicked laugh. Suddenly, she staggered backward, and the plate of meat spilled onto her, scalding her skin red. As I stood there in shock, Jasper rushed over, slapping me twice before kicking me to the ground. My ears rang, and my cheeks swelled rapidly. Jasper didn’t waste time scolding me; he just picked up Nora and ran cold water over her arms to soothe the burns. Nora whimpered and cried, while Jasper gently comforted her. I lay on the ground, unable to hear anything. After tending to Nora, Jasper walked over to me, grabbed me by the hair, and slapped me repeatedly like a madman. I was in so much pain I nearly passed out, unable to fight back. All I saw when I closed my eyes was Jasper’s ruthless demeanor before my death in our past life. Maybe it would be better to just die. Jasper seemed to tire of hitting me and tossed me aside, panting heavily. “Let me warn you again: don’t make me kill you a second time. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t live or die!”

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