Author: Momo Chan

After ten years of marriage to my husband Edward Hunter, I accidentally discovered that our seven-year-old child, Felix Hunter, wasn’t my biological son. At the same time, his mistress Bonnie Campbell was pregnant again. He moved Bonnie into our neighborhood and even asked my mother, Freya Smith, to take care of her. After discovering this, I cried and argued with him, but the elders and friends around me all advised me not to be angry. One man said, “If this gets blown out of proportion, it won’t be good for any of you. Even if Felix isn’t your biological son, you’ve raised him for seven years. When he grows up, he’ll be filial to you.” Another man said, “Edward is certainly at fault, but you didn’t protect your own child. You should be more magnanimous.” I felt extremely wronged and couldn’t say a word, only looking toward Edward. We had been husband and wife for half our lives. Thinking of how good he had been to me before, I softened my tone: “I can continue to raise Felix, but I won’t accept the child she’s carrying now. That’s my biggest concession.” However, Edward coldly threw our wedding photos into the trash can. “Bonnie is willing to have my child even without an official status. I can’t abandon her.” He looked at me as if I were a stranger. “If you can’t accept Bonnie, then I don’t need to come home. Contact me when you’ve thought it through.” I clenched my teeth, completely severing any lingering feelings for him in my heart. “If that’s the case, let’s file for divorce.” Hearing my words, everyone in the room looked at me in shock, including Edward, who was about to leave. He frowned and said, “Penelope Smith, how long are you going to act out? You’re really embarrassing me.” I sniffled, my nose stinging, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve made up my mind. Let’s file for divorce. I’ll make room for Bonnie.” Edward’s face darkened, and his tone became harsh, full of blame: “Penelope, you’re already thirty-five. Why are you still so immature? Bonnie has suffered a lot to give me a son. Not only does she not complain, but she’s willing to stay with me. Why can’t you learn from her? Now, you even want to take Felix away, separating mother and son. You’re truly vicious.” These words he spat out were like a needle piercing my heart, making it hard to breathe. I dug my nails into my palms. Ten years ago, I met and fell in love with Edward. After marriage, I always wanted a child, so I saw countless doctors and took various medications. Two years into our marriage, I became pregnant. However, I had a difficult labor, suffering for a day and a night. Later, Edward held my hand and said tenderly, “Penelope, I don’t want you to suffer anymore. I just want you to be safe.” I named this child Felix, whom I had obtained with all my efforts, and doted on him for seven years. Until recently, when I accidentally discovered some maternity items at home, and noticed that Felix and Edward were always out early and returning late. I became suspicious and secretly followed them. That’s when I realized they had another family outside. They huddled around Bonnie, caring for her, and their happy expressions cut into my heart like knives. It was also then that I learned Felix was actually Bonnie and Edward’s illegitimate child, and my biological child had died right after birth. For seven whole years, I had been fooled like an idiot. At this moment, I could no longer hold back my tears and asked in a hoarse voice, “Edward, you always say you’ve wronged Bonnie. What about me? Have you treated me right?” Edward was stunned, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. “Penelope, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to suffer the pain of accepting the child’s death. Bonnie is kind-hearted. I believe if she lives with us, you two will get along well.” I laughed coldly, “Are you saying that not only do I have to accept my husband’s affair, but I also have to accept his mistress moving in and have my mother take care of her?” All the relatives in the room were stunned. Perhaps Edward felt embarrassed, so he asked them all to leave, and then said to me, “I know you can’t accept this right now. But I will definitely bring Bonnie back to this neighborhood. You must agree.” After saying this, Edward opened the door and left. I pressed my aching heart and sat for an entire night. As soon as dawn broke the next day, I went to the courthouse and placed the documents in front of the staff. “Hello, I want to file for divorce.”

After hearing my words, the staff member was stunned. “Ms. Smith, please reconsider?” People around who knew me tried to persuade me. One woman said, “Mr. Hunter and you have been married for ten years. You should discuss this further. His company is growing larger now. Divorce would be a losing proposition for you.” Another woman added, “That woman is just a mistress, while you are Mr. Hunter’s wife. Even if the child isn’t your biological son, as long as he treats you as his mother, that’s enough.” I didn’t hesitate at all. “Our relationship is broken. There’s no point in continuing.” The staff member sighed and finally said, “The divorce application will take a few days to process. You should go home for now.” I nodded and left the courthouse. After that day, Edward truly didn’t come home, and neither did Felix. They weren’t even willing to pretend anymore. Three days later, I happened to run into Freya supporting Bonnie on the street. Bonnie’s belly was visibly swollen, clearly pregnant. Beside them was Felix, eating ice cream. Freya said lovingly, “You need to be careful now that you’re pregnant. I’ll make you corn chowder tonight.” Bonnie smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Felix took a bite of his ice cream and said matter-of-factly, “Mom, we’re family. You don’t need to say thank you.” My breathing quickened, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the scene stabbed at my eyes. I couldn’t help rushing over and grabbing Freya’s arm. “Mom, why are you taking care of a mistress? Who’s your real daughter?” As soon as I finished speaking, Freya’s expression turned serious. She yanked her arm away from me, glanced around, then pulled me aside. “What are you shouting about in public? I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet.” Freya’s face became somewhat fierce. “Who gave you permission to divorce Edward? He’s a big businessman. It’s your luck that he likes you. Why don’t you know how to cherish that? You’d better drop this idea. Do you really want everyone to mock you? Regardless, Felix is the grandson I raised. He is my grandson.” Although I had been miserable these past few days, at this moment, hearing my mother criticize me with such harsh words, I was heartbroken, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Why had things turned out this way? My birth mother had changed, and Edward, my husband of ten years, had changed too. Just then, Felix suddenly rushed over and shoved me hard. “You’re a bad woman! Get away! Are you trying to break up my dad and mom again?” After stumbling back a couple of steps, I steadied myself and stared at him blankly, feeling like he was a complete stranger. Freya ran over to comfort Felix, then glared at me. Immediately after, she left with Bonnie in tow. I returned home in a daze. When Edward came back, I was sitting on the sofa, crying my heart out. He paused for a moment, came over and held me in his arms, then gently wiped away my tears. “Don’t cry.” For a fleeting moment, I felt like the Edward who once loved me had returned. During the second year of our marriage, the Hunter family company ran into trouble and lost all its money. I stayed with Edward, living very frugally. During the hardest times, we squeezed into the poorest thatched cottage, embracing each other for warmth. Edward held me, wrapping all his clothes around me, then shed tears of remorse. “Penelope, being with me has made you suffer. I promised I would give you happiness. I’ve failed you.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel it’s hard. I’ll definitely stay with you to help build up your company. We’re family.” Past tears merged with today’s tears, but my heart trembled with pain. “Edward, let’s leave New York, okay? I don’t want to stay here anymore. Can we find a place to start over? Why did you make me raise your mistress’s child for seven years? Why can’t we have a child of our own?” But no one answered me. The silence was like an alarm bell, waking me up. I looked up and saw Edward’s eyes filled with complex emotions. And at that moment, I noticed a woman standing by the door—it was Bonnie.

I stared at the scene before me in disbelief. Bonnie wore a floral dress, light and delicate. Her pregnancy gave her a unique maternal glow. And I… I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall. My face was haggard, both eyes red and swollen from crying, with fine wrinkles around them impossible to hide. Of course Edward would prefer Bonnie—light, beautiful Bonnie. Bonnie stared at Edward’s hand holding mine, her face openly revealing sadness and jealousy. Felix, standing beside her, ran over and shouted, “Dad, you said today you’d let Mom come home to live with us. Why haven’t you kicked this ugly woman out yet?” Edward immediately released my hand and walked over to put his arm around Bonnie. He gently kissed her cheek and reassured her, “I’ll let you stay here today.” Bonnie shyly touched her face, then gave me a smug look. “Penelope, Edward promised that Felix and I could live here so he can take care of us.” After a pause, Bonnie caressed her belly and pulled out a Guardian Angel Pendant. “Edward bought this for me as soon as I got pregnant, hoping our baby would grow up healthy.” I was stunned, feeling a buzzing in my ears. I looked at Edward, unable to believe my eyes. But Edward guiltily averted his gaze, unwilling to meet mine. Recently, after Felix recovered from a serious illness, I had been so worried about him that I specifically bought this Guardian Angel Pendant. Now, he had shamelessly given it to Bonnie and their unborn child. What was I to him anyway? I said, “Edward, I bought that. How could you give it to a child you had with another woman?” Hearing my words, Edward said sternly, “What nonsense are you talking about?” His cold, vigilant gaze made me hold my breath. He then anxiously explained to Bonnie, but she turned teary-eyed and pushed him away, sobbing. She cried, “At Christmas, you used Felix to ease Penelope’s pain of losing her child, and I didn’t object—I obediently followed your arrangement. But now, you’re giving my child a Guardian Angel Pendant that she bought. Edward, I don’t want my child to be born with another woman’s shadow.” Then Bonnie looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Besides, Penelope doesn’t welcome me. I thought when you brought me back today, I could be with you and Felix forever. But I was wrong. Edward, take me home. I don’t want to stay in someone else’s house.” Bonnie cried heartbrokenly. Felix also burst into tears, hugging her and saying, “I don’t want to be separated from my mom.” Edward grew extremely anxious and quickly comforted her, “Bonnie, I love you and the child you’re carrying for me. In the future, Felix will inherit all my assets. I’ll give you both the very best of everything. “As for Penelope, I’m the master of this house. Without me, she’s nothing. So if I want you to stay, no one can stop it, and no one can bully you.” His words hurt me deeply, but he was right. This was the Hunter Villa, and everyone here sided with Edward. I felt incredibly bitter. After Bonnie and Felix temporarily left, I repeated my thoughts: “Let’s get divorced.” Edward glanced at me indifferently and sneered, “Penelope, who would marry you after you leave me? “You’re almost forty now. Can you stop threatening me with divorce? Besides, after a divorce, what would people think of me?” I clenched my fists. Indeed, divorcing because of a mistress would make him a laughingstock. Beyond that, the current situation between Edward and me was far from equal. After the Christmas-Hunter family company went bankrupt, I seized the opportunity to rebuild it. The Hunter family business quickly became a prominent enterprise in New York. It was during that Christmas when I became pregnant, but I still wanted to continue my career. Edward begged me to return to family life, saying, “Penelope, just be content as my wife. Let me handle the money-making, okay?” Before I could make up my mind, Edward took matters into his own hands by forcing me out of the company and finding someone to replace me. Freya also came specifically to persuade me: “Just focus on your pregnancy. Many people wish they could enjoy this kind of life but don’t have the chance. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.” I followed their arrangements. But afterward, Edward and I gradually grew apart. Perhaps he was already secretly seeing Bonnie by then. Now, Edward pulled a dress from the closet and tossed it to me, his tone becoming remarkably gentle: “I specifically brought Bonnie over today so you two can get along. Stop making a scene.” Before leaving, he made a point to remind me: “Bonnie is pregnant. You need to be more tolerant of her.” At the amusement park, Felix suddenly came over and took my hand: “Mom, will you spend time with me today? I’ve been thinking, and you’ve raised me for seven Christmases. I shouldn’t be so mean to you.” Seeing his sweet demeanor, my heart suddenly softened. Actually, before all this, Felix had always been a well-behaved child. “Okay,” I agreed. After all, once the divorce was final, I wouldn’t be with him anymore. Felix immediately led me happily into the amusement park. Along the way, he begged me to buy ice cream. I had no choice but to ask him to wait for me. But when I returned with the ice cream, Felix was gone. My face turned pale with worry as I searched everywhere for him. Yet, there was no sign of him in the entire amusement park. I ran back to our neighborhood, hoping Felix had returned home. But as soon as I reached the entrance, the security guard stopped me: “Mr. Hunter wants you to go to the hospital. He said Felix was hit by a car.” My mind went blank, and I immediately rushed to the hospital. As soon as I entered the room, Felix burst into tears at the sight of me, his face showing terror. He said, “I told her I didn’t want ice cream, but Mom said she wanted some. When I refused, she pushed me in front of a car. After I was hit, she ran away and said I deserved it.” Bonnie’s eyes were red: “Penelope, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with Edward or come to see you. But Felix is innocent. Why would you hurt him? He even calls you Mom.” My face turned deathly pale, but at that moment, I understood everything. I looked at Felix, asking in disbelief: “Felix, why are you falsely accusing—” Before I could finish, Edward slapped me across the face. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as if he wanted to kill me: “You’re so vicious. How dare you hurt Felix.” My cheek stung with pain as I defended myself: “I didn’t hurt him. I told Felix not to wander off. He wanted ice cream and asked me to buy it.” “Enough! Would a child lie?” Edward roared. With that one sentence, he sealed my fate. Edward’s chest heaved violently: “Get out! After Felix is discharged, we’ll file for divorce. A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my son’s mother. When you realize your mistake, we can discuss reconciliation.” The moment I heard those words, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if all the pressure of recent days had been released: “Fine.” Edward was stunned, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. But after saying that, I turned and walked decisively out of the hospital room. Just as I reached the outside of the hospital, I received a notification to pick up the divorce agreement. Afterward, I went home and packed all my belongings. It was only then that I realized, after ten Christmases of marriage, everything that belonged to me only filled one small suitcase. But that made it easier for me to leave. I placed the divorce agreement and keys together on the table, abandoning these ten Christmases of feelings. From now on, I would never return.

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Because my cousin Alice Kennedy needed a blood transfusion, my fiancé Dylan Mcdonald dragged me from my hospital bed while I was about to give birth to donate blood to her. When I was dying from blood loss and difficult labor, Dylan was having sex with her. I could only watch helplessly as they betrayed me, my heart shattering into pieces. In my moment of complete despair, Dylan’s uncle Chester Mcdonald saved me. However, I delivered a stillborn baby, had my uterus removed, and could never have children again. Chester knelt right there in the hospital room and proposed to me. “Harper Marshall, I’ve liked you for many Christmases. Before, I thought you were happy, so I didn’t disturb you. But now, would you give me a chance?” He helped me overcome my depression and made me believe I could embrace happiness again. But on our second Christmas as a married couple, while visiting my child’s grave, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with Alice. He said, “Alice, giving you Harper’s baby was the best choice. She’s mentally unstable. If you had given the child to her, the child would have suffered.” “I can’t marry you, so this is my way of making it up to you. Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, I won’t let her disturb you.” Chester’s voice echoed through the cemetery like an evil spirit. I stared at Chester in bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Two Christmases ago, I had delivered a stillborn baby after a difficult labor, never even seeing the child. At that time, I had several suicidal tendencies and had to rely on sedatives every night to sleep. Chester held me tightly, his eyes full of concern. “I’ll stay with you for life. Don’t cry.” Because of my emotional breakdown, he handled all matters concerning my child. But I never imagined it was all a lie, that my child was still alive and even had a new mother. All because of Chester. He claimed to save me, yet pushed me into the abyss. Finally, devastated by the shock, I wandered home alone in a daze. On my way home, Chester’s calls kept appearing on my phone. The word “Honey” kept flashing on the screen. But the thought of him terrified me, so I didn’t answer. Shortly after I got home, Chester returned. Seeing me, he sighed with relief and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid you might do something foolish.” I didn’t respond. He held my cold hands and gently asked, “Harper, did going to the cemetery today bring back painful memories? Would you like to talk about it?” If I hadn’t overheard his call, I might have been moved by his words, but now I couldn’t trust him anymore. I said, “Chester, I had a dream last night. My baby asked me, ‘Mommy, where are you?’ Is he really waiting for me to find him?” Hearing my words, Chester avoided my gaze. “Harper, you’re overthinking. Thinking too much isn’t good for your health. What’s past is past. We should focus on the present together.” As he finished, Chester’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. He continued changing the subject. “Today is Alice’s child’s birthday party. Don’t worry, Dylan won’t be there. Let’s go.” I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, “Yes, my child is still with Alice. I need to bring him back.” In the car, instead of sitting in the passenger seat as usual, I sat directly in the back. An awkward silence filled the car as I deliberately avoided Chester’s gaze. I took out my phone and found Alice’s social media account, scrolling through all the photos of her child, Hugo Mcdonald, including pictures of his first teeth and first steps. As I looked at each photo, tears slowly blurred my vision. I thought, “This is my child! This is clearly my child!” I clutched my phone tightly, using all my strength not to cry out loud. I could endure Dylan and Alice’s betrayal, I could even not complain about Chester pretending to love me. But the one thing he shouldn’t have done was take away my child after lying to me. Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the booking app on my phone and purchased tickets to a foreign country. I had three days. I must leave with my child. In my heart, I whispered, “Chester, I won’t play along with your charade of a loving marriage anymore.”

I noticed that every time Alice updated her spaghetti, there was an anonymous account commenting. I instinctively clicked on this account’s profile and saw the most recent post: “For the past two Christmases, whenever I accompany her to the cemetery, I can’t bear to look at her face.” My breathing quickened as the true identity of this account became glaringly obvious. As I continued scrolling down, my mind went completely blank. “That Christmas, her uterus didn’t need to be removed. I asked the doctor to remove her uterus. Besides Alice, I don’t want any other woman to bear my children.” “I’ve wronged her. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for her physical loss.” I looked up, staring intensely at Chester’s back, tears instantly blurring my vision. So he never loved me from the beginning. He even pushed me into hell, while I foolishly saw him as my salvation. For Alice’s sake, he stole my child and stripped me of my right to be a mother. But why? On what grounds? Just then, Chester said, “Harper, we’re here.” Looking at the McDonald mansion outside the window, I felt extremely excited because I was about to see my child. As soon as I entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. That Christmas, the drama between me, Dylan, and Chester had been quite the scandal, so the McDonald family relatives knew something about it. Now, seeing me attend Dylan’s son Hugo’s birthday party seemed very strange to them. I pretended not to notice their stares and searched for Hugo in the crowd. Just then, I felt my legs being hugged by a soft little body. “Auntie,” Hugo said. I looked down to find Hugo reaching out to me, smiling like a little angel. He said, “Auntie, pick me up.” I felt a lump in my throat, with only Hugo’s smiling face filling my vision. Just hours ago, I had been crying at his gravestone. But just as I was about to embrace Hugo, a hand suddenly pulled him away. Chester protected Hugo, eyeing me warily. “Harper, what are you trying to do?” With a hoarse voice, I said, “I just wanted to hold him.” Chester firmly refused, saying, “You’re not in a good state today. Don’t accidentally hurt Hugo.” Desperate to get Hugo back, I urgently said, “But I’m his…” “Hugo, come here,” a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby. “Mommy.” Seeing Alice, Hugo instantly jumped happily into her arms. Hearing Alice’s voice, Chester became visibly excited. “Alice, even though it’s Hugo’s birthday today, don’t tire yourself out. I can help.” Alice smiled at him and said, “It’s fine. Hugo prefers being with me anyway.” The natural and intimate interaction between mother and son spaghetti burned my eyes. Alice greeted me. “Long time no see, Harper.” I ignored her, silently watching Hugo in her arms. She deliberately held Hugo tightly against her, wearing an insincere smile. “Harper, I see you still love children.” “You and Chester are still Christmas young, and medical technology is so advanced now. Why don’t you two try again?” Before I could respond, Chester quickly denied it, “We won’t be having children.” He spoke hastily, as if demonstrating his loyalty to Alice. The atmosphere instantly became suffocating. Chester realized his tone was terrible, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. At this moment, Alice pretended to suddenly remember something. “I’m sorry, I forgot Harper doesn’t have a uterus anymore.” She sounded regretful, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “You can never be a mother. How pitiful.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying once again to get Hugo back. However, Hugo is now extremely dependent on Alice, so I can’t rashly take him away. Thinking about this, I felt even more hatred toward Alice standing before me. If it hadn’t been for Alice and Dylan back then, how would I have had such a difficult delivery? How would Chester have taken Hugo away and removed my uterus? These demons robbed me of my right to be a mother, and now they’re trampling on my pain. At the party, everyone gathered around Hugo, chatting enthusiastically. One of them said, “Hugo is growing more handsome by the day, just like Alice.” My hand trembled violently, and my bitter gaze unconsciously fell on Hugo. He was eating contentedly in Alice’s arms, his eyes bright and lively, looking absolutely adorable. Thinking about how I’d missed two whole Christmases in Hugo’s life, I couldn’t help but tear up. Someone suddenly interjected, “Really? I think he looks more like Harper.” Immediately, silence fell over the group. Alice’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. Chester explained, “He’s still young, so it’s hard to tell who he resembles.” Hearing this, someone teased, “Stop talking about others. Your younger relatives already have children, when will you have good news?” I lowered my head and focused on eating, not wanting to answer the question. But Chester put down his fork and suddenly stood up. “Actually, they’ve recently developed artificial wombs abroad. I’m planning to take her to try it. She’s always wanted a child. As her husband, I want to make up for her loss.” I looked at him in surprise. “When did you—” Chester grabbed my hand, cutting me off: “You’re happy about this too, right? I was actually planning to tell you about this later.” He stared at me intently, squeezing my hand, the warning in his tone unmistakable. After the party, watching Hugo being taken back to his room by his nanny Ella Clark, I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to discuss this matter with Chester. But Chester disappeared instantly, as if deliberately avoiding me. Finally, I walked to the underground garage, where I heard him say, “Alice, I don’t want to leave you, but Hugo is already two years old. This is getting harder to hide. I can’t let her ruin your life.” I followed the voice and found Chester’s car. The window was half-open. Through it, I saw Chester holding Alice tightly. He buried his head in the crook of Alice’s neck, whispering his love and reluctance to part like the most intimate of lovers. Alice stroked his back. “I know you’re doing this for my sake. It’s my fault I can’t give you more, and I’ve even forced you to leave with her.” Chester silenced her with his lips, murmuring, “Don’t blame yourself. I’d do anything to make you happy.” They embraced even tighter, and the atmosphere in the car gradually began to heat up. I saw Chester unbutton Alice’s clothes, tenderly kissing her skin. Soon, the car began to rock slightly. Feeling a wave of intense nausea, I fled from there quickly. I never imagined Chester and Alice had this kind of relationship. So, from the very beginning, I was just a plaything for the three of them. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted now was to take Hugo away from this mess. I tried to go to Hugo’s room but was stopped by Ella. “Mr. Hugo Mcdonald is resting. No one is allowed to disturb him.” I said quietly, “I just want to see him.” Ella had no patience for my explanation and simply pushed me out. Looking at the closed door, I silently walked to the side. Gazing at the lit windows, I tried to identify which one belonged to Hugo’s room. That night, Chester never came back, and I searched the entire night. The next morning, Alice sent me several photos, each featuring Chester. He was half-naked, embracing the equally naked body of a woman. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t help wanting to throw up. Before I could respond, Alice sent me an audio recording. Amid intense panting, I heard Alice and Chester talking. Alice asked, “Chester, is it better having sex with me or with Harper?” Chester replied, “How could she compare to you? Her stomach is covered in stretch marks, and she has this horrible scar. I feel disgusted just looking at her.” I had already given up hope for Chester. But hearing these words still made my heart ache. Alice arrogantly messaged me again: [Just admit it, Harper. You can’t win against me. Whether it’s Dylan or Chester, they both love me. I have everything you don’t. What’s the point of you looking through my photos and posts? Isn’t my child adorable? You’ll never have children in this lifetime.] The anger I had suppressed for so long burst forth like a flood. She had ruined my life, taken everything from me, yet accused me of coveting what belonged to her. I rushed into the MacDonald mansion to find Alice affectionately playing with Hugo. Seeing Hugo happily embracing Alice and calling her mom, I completely lost my mind. I charged forward, trying to snatch Hugo away. “Give him back to me.” Alice screamed in terror, “What are you doing?” I grabbed Hugo from her arms and slapped her. “He’s MY child!” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “You…” Before she could finish, I fled with Hugo in my arms. Hugo struggled fiercely in my embrace, repeatedly shouting, “I want Mommy.” I held him tightly, choking back tears. “Baby, I’m your mother. I’m sorry I came too late.” Feeling Hugo’s strong resistance, I hated myself for not realizing sooner, for allowing us to be separated for two Christmases. I headed straight for the airport. Along the way, Chester kept calling me. Alice also bombarded me with messages: [Bring Hugo back right now. I’ve called the police!] She caused all of this, yet pretended to be the innocent victim. When I arrived at the airport, I saw police cars everywhere, so I immediately turned around and headed for the harbor. But soon I realized that no matter where I went, there was a car following me. Through the window, I saw Chester in that car. He shouted, “Harper, stop fighting. I installed a tracking device on your phone. You can’t take Hugo away.” I froze, realizing he had been monitoring me constantly. So that night, he and Alice… Chester’s car kept following me. Without realizing it, we gradually moved away from the city. “Stop now!” Chester suddenly shouted. I then realized that I had unknowingly driven onto a mountain road, with a cliff ahead. I slammed on the brakes, my body lurching forward uncontrollably. Terrified, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing heavily. Outside the car, Chester and Alice were banging on my door. Alice said, “Harper, calm down. Let’s talk, okay?” Seeing Chester’s anxious expression, I laughed mockingly. Alice continued, “Harper, if you’re unhappy, you can hit me. But please don’t hurt my child.” The voices outside weren’t clear, but Hugo’s crying inside the car was painfully distinct. He cried out, “Mommy!” while repeatedly hitting the window, trying to reach Alice. “Baby.” I tried to touch Hugo’s face, but saw a flash of terror in his adorable features. My hand trembled violently. Then I felt endless exhaustion. In Hugo’s eyes, I wasn’t his mother. What was the point of all this? I would only make him more afraid of me, hate me more. I unlocked the car and watched as Hugo rushed into Alice’s arms. Chester gripped my shoulders tightly. “Harper, I…” I looked at him coldly. “You’ve succeeded. I have nothing left now, and I can’t threaten Alice anymore.” Chester froze, feeling a surge of panic. “That’s not true, Harper. You still have me. I’ll protect you from now on.” I broke free from his grasp. “I won’t let you control me anymore. Chester, I hope we never meet in our next life.” Then, without waiting for Chester to react, I jumped off the cliff, sinking into the deep blue sea. Chester shouted, “Harper!”

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On the day I married Howard Fitzgerald, his first love Stephanie Duncan was forced into an arranged marriage with Noah Webster, New York’s most notorious playboy. Howard didn’t want her to lose her chance at happiness, so he fled our wedding ceremony to find Stephanie. Even Xavier Fitzgerald, Howard’s late brother’s orphaned son whom I had raised for seven years, left with him. “Dad told me he only wants Stephanie to be my mom!” In front of everyone, Howard passionately kissed Stephanie and placed the wedding ring that should have been mine on her finger. All of New York was laughing at me. Surprisingly, the next day, Noah stopped my car. Leaning against the hood, he smirked and said, “Ellie, your fiancé ran away from your wedding, and my fiancée was stolen from me. How about we get married?” I smiled back, “No problem. I’ll marry you.” As soon as I said this, the sarcastic smile on Noah’s face instantly vanished. “What did you say?” Looking directly into his eyes, I enunciated each word: “I said, let’s go get our marriage license right now, shall we?” Three hours later, Noah and I stood outside City Hall, each holding our marriage certificate. After a few seconds of silence, Noah suddenly said, “I’ll go prepare for the wedding ceremony. We’ll officially get married the day after tomorrow. Remember, don’t back out.” As if afraid I might change my mind, Noah hurriedly exchanged contact information with me before driving away. I couldn’t help but smile. The way he nervously fumbled for his passport earlier made him seem completely different from the rich playboy everyone described. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, I thought Noah was at least better than Howard. Then, just as I reached my front door, I saw Howard standing there with Xavier. My expression immediately darkened. “Mr. Fitzgerald, your wedding just ended. Why aren’t you with your wife instead of looking for me?” Howard looked guilty and tried to appease me: “Ellie, Stephanie is like a sister to me. Noah is a playboy. How could I stand by and watch her fall into trouble?” So he abandoned our wedding, making my family the laughingstock of New York. Howard even publicly kissed Stephanie, trampling my dignity into worthlessness. “Howard, we’re done.” Howard was stunned. He frowned and said, “Ellie, why can’t you understand? Stephanie and I only had a fake marriage. We don’t even have a marriage certificate. After all, I only want to marry you. Stephanie is kind-hearted and promised to divorce me once the storm blows over so we can be together. Stop being unreasonable.” I laughed coldly to myself, wondering how Howard could shamelessly say such things. Even if I swallowed my pride, my parents would never allow our family to endure such humiliation. “Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a previously married man. What makes you think I would marry you then?” Hearing my words, Howard became furious. “Ellie, when will you stop? Everyone in New York knows we’ve been together for seven years, and you’re no longer an innocent girl. Besides me, who else would marry you?” Seven-year-old Xavier pouted and pushed me away forcefully. “You’re so petty! You’re not even as generous as Stephanie. She knows they’re fake-married, but she’s not angry at all. Indeed, only Stephanie deserves to be my mom!” I felt heartbroken looking at this boy I had raised as my own. Years ago, Howard’s brother and his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind Xavier who was only a few months old. Howard adopted Xavier afterward. However, when Stephanie found out, she abandoned them without hesitation and left the country. As Howard’s fiancée, I diligently cared for Xavier and treated him as my son, only to be humiliated like this in the end. “Let her be your mom then. After all, I’m already married, and I’ll have my own children in the future.” Howard assumed I was bluffing and sneered, “Stop trying to scare me with this marriage nonsense. Ellie, take a few days to calm down!” With that, Howard left with Xavier. I clenched my fists, feeling utterly frustrated. Indeed, everyone in New York knew I loved Howard deeply, and he didn’t believe I would marry anyone else. But ever since Stephanie returned, the once gentle and caring Howard was gone. I thought seven years of love would be enough to withstand anything, but everything that happened showed me I had only been fooling myself.

Noah was a man of swift action. The next morning, he sent people to deliver a wedding dress and wedding gifts to my home. My living room was nearly filled with these items. “Ms. Johnson, this is the wedding dress Mr. Webster personally designed for you, and he specifically commissioned top designers both domestically and internationally to create it. Mr. Webster is preparing for the wedding and wants you to try it on to ensure it fits properly.” For a moment, I stood frozen in place. I hadn’t expected Noah to arrange everything so meticulously. My parents stood nearby with stern expressions, clearly dissatisfied with my marriage plans. However, at this point, they could only accept it. Since we didn’t love each other, I should at least secure the greatest benefit for my family. Although Noah had a questionable reputation, the Webster family was undeniably among the elite upper-class families in New York society. If the Duncan family hadn’t already arranged a marriage alliance with the Webster family, Stephanie would likely have had no chance of entering Noah’s family. I was carefully hanging up the wedding dress, about to call Noah to thank him, when Howard unexpectedly walked in with Xavier and Stephanie. Seeing the room full of gifts, Howard immediately sneered, “Weren’t you being stubborn yesterday? Today you’ve already prepared a wedding dress and jewelry. Since you’re so eager to get married, why don’t we hold the wedding tomorrow?” Then, a flash of jealousy crossed Stephanie’s eyes. Feigning innocence, she removed a diamond ring from her finger and said, “Ms. Johnson, if that’s the case, I’ll return this ring to you. Howard only spoke that way yesterday because he had no choice. Don’t blame him.” Before I could respond, Howard immediately stopped her. “Stephanie, that’s something I gave you. You don’t need to return it to her.” Then he took out a silver ring and tossed it at me. “Don’t say I didn’t prepare anything for you!” Looking at the cheap ring on the floor, I laughed mockingly. The ring on Stephanie’s finger was made with a massive pink diamond worth ten billion dollars, specially commissioned by Howard from professional designers. He had said that ring belonged to his future wife. I thought he had bought it for me, but it ended up on Stephanie’s finger. Ignoring Howard’s words, I simply said, “I don’t need it. You should give it to your kind sister.” Seeing my coldness, Howard’s face immediately darkened. He grabbed the silver ring and threw it into the trash can. “If you don’t want it, just throw it away!” Seeing Howard’s anger, Xavier frowned and glared at me viciously. Then, he directly picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the wedding dress I had hung. Diamonds and pearls from the gown scattered across the floor. Xavier snorted, “You made my dad angry! If I destroy your wedding dress, you can’t marry my dad.” Then he dropped the scissors and ran to Stephanie’s side, tugging at her clothes. “Stephanie, you’re the best to me. Will you be my mom?” Looking at the ruined wedding dress, my heart filled with sorrow and disappointment. I never expected that the child I watched grow up would now publicly humiliate me to please Stephanie. Stephanie said in a coquettish tone, “Ms. Johnson, Xavier is too young to understand. Please don’t hold it against him.” She pretended to carefully open the bag she was carrying and took out a wedding dress. “Ms. Johnson, you’re getting married tomorrow. If you don’t mind, how about wearing this?” I recognized it immediately as the old wedding dress she had worn at her previous wedding. Seeing her challenging look, I suddenly realized they had come specifically to humiliate me today. Howard said with admiration in his eyes, “Ellie, Stephanie is being so thoughtful for you, so don’t be ungrateful. After all, your wedding dress is already ruined, so just wear this one tomorrow.” I took a deep breath and continued, “That won’t be necessary. Our engagement has been canceled, and I’ve already married someone else. Please leave.” Howard’s face instantly darkened. Just as he was about to explode, Stephanie suddenly choked up, “It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you two wouldn’t be fighting. I’ll leave tomorrow.” Howard anxiously wiped away her tears. “I’m not asking you to leave. Who dares to make you go?” He looked at me angrily and continued, “Ellie! Stephanie is trying to help you, but why are you so ungrateful?” “We’ve spent so many Christmases together. Don’t people know what kind of person you are? Besides me, who would marry you?” After saying these vicious words, Howard left with Stephanie. Xavier, standing nearby, didn’t forget to stick out his tongue and make faces at me before leaving. This scene reminded me of when Stephanie first returned to the country.

The day Stephanie returned to the country happened to be the seventh Christmas anniversary of my relationship with Howard. I waited at our agreed restaurant from early morning until late night, but Howard never showed up. It wasn’t until the restaurant closed that I browsed through his latest update on social media: [I’ve finally waited for you.] The accompanying photo showed them together, with Howard gazing tenderly at Stephanie as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. A wave of sadness washed over me, as I had heard that Stephanie was Howard’s first love. Later, Howard explained that he only saw Stephanie as a sister. He hadn’t seen her for so long, which was why he missed our anniversary. “Ellie, I swear you’re the only one in my heart.” I believed him. But it wasn’t until that wedding that I fully understood Stephanie had always been the most special person in Howard’s heart. The day before my wedding with Noah was my birthday. During Christmas time, Howard would always be by my side. But this Christmas, that was impossible. While I was wondering how to spend the day, I suddenly noticed Noah had sent me an address. I went out curiously and found the square packed with people. Countless brilliant fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon. I heard exclamations from passersby. “My God! I heard this is a fireworks show that Mr. Fitzgerald specially prepared, spending millions to cheer up his wife!” “He loves his wife so much! If I were Mrs. Fitzgerald, I’d be thrilled!” “Plus, he recently disregarded Mr. Webster and Ms. Johnson’s reputation just to marry her. It’s like something straight out of a novel!” Listening to these comments, I found them ironic. Howard’s so-called deep love was always built on trampling others’ dignity. I turned to leave, but from behind came Stephanie’s feigned surprised laughter. “Ms. Johnson, you’re here too?” When I turned around, Stephanie was walking toward me, affectionately holding Howard’s arm. Howard kept a straight face and let out a cold snort. Then he glanced away, clearly still angry about what had happened before. Stephanie swung the designer bag Howard had given her and took a gift bag from her bodyguard, handing it to me with a show of superiority. “Ms. Johnson, Howard was busy preparing fireworks for me today and accidentally forgot your birthday. Consider this as compensation?” I glanced at the perfume in the gift bag, which was clearly a free gift that came with the purse she had just bought. I stepped back, coldly distancing myself from her. “No, thank you.” I wouldn’t stoop so low as to accept her charity. Howard frowned, his tone suddenly turning cold. “Stephanie, you don’t need to please her. Since Ms. Johnson doesn’t like it, just throw it away.” After saying this, he even ignored me, putting his arm around Stephanie and heading straight to the car. Just as the car started, the buzzing sound of drones in the sky caught my attention. People around me looked up and gasped. I raised my head to see countless illuminated drones slowly arranging themselves, eventually forming several dazzling words: [Happy Birthday, Ellie Johnson.] At the same time, LED screens on surrounding buildings suddenly lit up, scrolling a striking message: [Happy birthday, Ellie. Lifetime happiness.] I stood frozen, still in shock, when my phone suddenly vibrated. I checked it to find a message from Noah: [Happy birthday, Mrs. Webster.] I froze. A moment later, Noah sent another message: [I’m busy preparing for our wedding today, so I can’t celebrate your birthday with you. Hope you like the surprise I prepared for you.] Noah: [Don’t worry. I’ll definitely throw you another birthday party later.] A wave of emotion washed over me. Thinking back to all the Christmases I spent with Howard, he had never put so much thought into preparing a birthday surprise for me. He would always make excuses like, “We’ve been together for so long. Isn’t having me by your side enough?” I replied sincerely: [Thank you! I really love it.] After watching the performance, I went straight home. As soon as I stepped through the door, the housekeeper came up to tell me that Noah had sent over a newly customized wedding dress. This dress was more exquisite than the previous one, both in cut and material. “They specifically instructed you to relax and wait for the wedding. They’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” The next day, I was woken up by my parents before dawn, and the makeup artist had already arrived. After my makeup was done and I changed into the wedding dress, a surreal feeling came over me. Just a few days ago, I was eagerly anticipating marrying Howard, but now I was about to become the bride of Noah, New York’s notorious playboy. Beads of sweat formed unconsciously on my palms. But regardless, since I had made my choice, I would take full responsibility for my decision. At eight o’clock sharp, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Surprisingly, the man who stepped out of the car wasn’t Noah, but Howard. I was shocked to see Howard in his suit, Xavier in his little tuxedo, and their family behind them. I had already cut ties with him and returned all the wedding gifts they had given me. But what did he want now? Howard walked up to me, his eyes full of smugness. “Ellie, even though you said you didn’t want to marry me, you still prepared everything. “But since the news of my divorce from Stephanie hasn’t been announced yet, I can only take you home discreetly today and get our marriage certificate. You should behave yourself during this time, and we’ll have a proper wedding next month. “Hurry up and remove all these expensive things from your house!” Xavier also looked up and chimed in, “Dad’s right. If you want to marry into our family, you have to follow the rules!” I frowned, instantly furious. Who did he think he was? Did he want to have several wives? “Howard, are you pretending not to understand or are you just being stupid? I told you we were over! “The person marrying me today isn’t you. Get out! Don’t block my way to my wedding.” Howard still couldn’t believe it, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. “How long are you going to keep up this act? “Stephanie specifically asked me to marry you last night, and she’s even risking her reputation. Why can’t you be more sensible?” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I had never agreed to marry him again, but why was he so confident? Did he really think I had no choice but to marry him? Just as I was about to call someone to drive them away, I saw dozens of luxury cars arriving one by one, eventually stopping in front of my house. Looking into the distance, I couldn’t see the end of the line. Xavier asked in surprise, “Dad, didn’t you say she wasn’t worthy of these luxury cars?” Howard frowned, looking confused, and said, “I didn’t order this many cars.” Just as he finished speaking, Noah stepped out of the first car. He strode forward in a well-tailored black suit, looking incredibly handsome. Glancing at Howard’s shabby cars, Noah mockingly taunted, “Well, Mr. Fitzgerald is here again?” “Are you here to steal my wife again? You look so pathetic. Has the Fitzgerald family gone bankrupt?”

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My husband Zachary Lewis’s first love, Wendy Stewart, snuck off to a dance hall, but she was drugged and brutally assaulted. After disappearing for a year, she returned with her son Oscar. Immediately after, Zachary dragged me to file for divorce. “They’re vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of now. I can’t heartlessly watch Wendy suffer, so I’m going to accept her child.” Holding my son, I calmly signed the divorce papers. In my previous life, I refused to divorce him at all costs, and I even publicly exposed Wendy Stewart’s affair with my husband. As a result, Wendy endured contempt and abuse until she abandoned Oscar and left town in anger. Unfortunately, she died on the train she took when she left. When Zachary heard about her death, his face showed no emotion. However, a month later, he stood by coldly as I was drugged and raped. Then, he reported me for destroying a military marriage and falsely claimed my child was illegitimate. Only when he drove my child and me to our deaths did I realize how much he had grown to hate me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day we signed our divorce agreement. ***** “Wendy isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since childhood and needs a man to take care of her.” I had just regained my senses when Zachary’s deep voice reached my ears. In front of me lay the divorce agreement and a pen, while my son Robin Lewis slept peacefully in my arms. I instantly realized I had been reborn, returning to the day Zachary forced me to divorce him. Robin’s body was still warm, no longer as cold as when he died in my arms from a heart attack in my previous life. I choked up and signed my name on the divorce agreement without hesitation. “Don’t forget the fifty dollars monthly child support for Robin.” “You…” Perhaps Zachary hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly turned into a relieved smile. After seven years of marriage, this was the first time I’d seen him with such an expression. He carefully tucked away the divorce agreement. “Lydia, I’ll thank you on Wendy’s behalf. “Once I get them settled, we’ll remarry. Remember not to tell anyone the real reason for our divorce.” Robin’s monthly support equaled half of Zachary’s salary, and he agreed so quickly because he made me admit to having a hereditary mental illness. Zachary used this absurd reason for our divorce simply to avoid any negative association with Wendy. I gave a self-mocking smile. “Fine.” The sky was growing dark, and huge hailstones pounded the ground. Zachary and I walked out together, but he rushed ahead and got into the car first. I was shivering from the cold. Just as I was about to open the car door, I heard him say, “Oscar wants to celebrate my divorce by going to the zoo to see tigers. You’re a mother too, so please understand.” With that, Zachary drove off in his Jeep, as if afraid I might chase after him. The hail pelted painfully against my body, and I was nearly suffocating from the cold. With no other option, I wrapped Robin tightly in my coat and carefully made my way back. As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I saw those gossipy neighbors huddled under the carport. When they spotted me, their eyes immediately filled with contempt and disdain. I held my breath and quickened my pace, hurrying with Robin back to our apartment, but just then, they suddenly smashed a rotten egg hard against my head. “She’s the one who cheated! The buttons on her clothes were even undone. She has no shame.” “No wonder her son’s heart grew deformed. Poor Mr. Lewis!” I froze on the spot, thinking, “Wasn’t our divorce because of my mental illness? Why are they saying I cheated?” In an instant, I was burning with rage. Just as I was about to argue back, they threw rotten cabbage leaves at us. Robin was frightened and began wailing, his face turning bright red. I had no choice but to swallow my anger and take him home first. As soon as I entered, I heard the landline ringing non-stop. With one arm holding Robin, I grabbed the receiver with my free hand. On the other end, Dr. Sam Raimi from the city hospital excitedly said, “Ms. Chapman, a specialist who can perform heart surgery on infants has arrived at the General Hospital. I told him about Robin’s condition, and I’ve scheduled an appointment for him. “Can you bring him here in seven days?” This good news immediately moved me to tears. In my previous life, after the divorce, I struggled to get by with Robin as my reputation was destroyed. Drunk men would knock on my windows every night, frightening Robin so badly that he didn’t even last three days before his condition worsened and he passed away. In this life, I would do whatever it took to keep my son alive. I wiped away my tears and responded, “Yes, I’ll definitely be there!” After hanging up, I immediately began packing, not daring to waste a single moment. Just as I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, I heard the door open behind me. Zachary’s cold voice rang out. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I froze for a moment, and when I turned to look at him, I realized he had brought Wendy and Oscar back with him. The two stood side by side, with Wendy holding the sleeping Oscar in her arms. At first glance, they truly looked like a happy family. I suddenly felt heartbroken but forced myself to stand tall. “We’re already divorced. Is it really necessary for us to live together?” This time it was Zachary’s turn to be stunned. Wendy, standing beside him, reacted quickly and immediately put on a pitiful expression. “I knew Lydia wouldn’t want me here. Should I leave now?” She pretended to leave, but Zachary grabbed her arm. He shoved something into my arms, his face dark. “You know I’m not comfortable with you and Robin living elsewhere. Stop being difficult. The five of us can live together. This is a new hot water bottle I bought for Robin. Take it.” Zachary had always been careless and rarely bought things for the house, let alone specifically for us. Yet now, I watched as he attentively invited Wendy to sit down, with the floor piled high with bags of baby products, all expensive, high-end items. Wendy was still muttering softly, “Zachary, I heard imported formula is more nutritious. Oscar will grow stronger…” Zachary agreed without hesitation, “Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” I looked down at the hot water bottle in my hands, the gift sticker still attached to the upper left corner. In the past dozen Christmases, Zachary had never cared about Robin, but now he was meticulously caring for someone else’s child. This so-called new hot water bottle in my hand was just something he picked up casually, only to appease us. Zachary continued, “Wendy and Oscar are sensitive to cold. You should let them have the master bedroom with the heater. You can make do in the second bedroom for tonight.” He tugged at my wrist. “If you behave well, I’ll consider remarrying you sooner.” Hearing this, I still felt nothing but disappointment. I reluctantly agreed, fighting back tears as I carried Robin to the second bedroom. Laughter and cheerful voices occasionally drifted from the master bedroom, sounding like a happy family. In contrast, the second bedroom had no heating and was bitterly cold. I had to change the hot water in the bottle every few hours. Afraid Robin would get too cold, I stayed up until dawn when the temperature finally rose, only then daring to close my eyes for a brief rest. However, I had barely fallen asleep when I heard the door being pushed open. When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Wendy walking in with a plate. Why was she coming in so early? I struggled to get up, but I had caught a chill last night and my head was pounding. “You…” Before I could finish, I suddenly smelled the aroma of eggs. I immediately became alert and saw Wendy holding Robin, with a spoon ready to feed him an omelet. “What are you doing?” I shoved her away. Wendy fell to the floor, the plate shattering. I quickly grabbed Robin, seeing his face already swollen and red, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Half an omelet lay scattered on the floor. She didn’t know Robin was allergic to eggs. As I frantically searched for the medicine box, I noticed that Robin’s regular medication and emergency shots had all been replaced with Oscar’s fish oil supplements. Trembling with anger, I ignored Wendy who was sitting on the floor pretending to be pitiful, and rushed out with Robin in my arms. I had barely taken a step when I collided with Zachary’s solid chest. “What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?” Zachary asked impatiently. Before I could explain, Wendy had already burst into tears. “Zachary, today is Oscar’s first birthday. I thought Robin could share in the joy, so I fed him a bite of omelet. I didn’t expect Lydia to think I was dirty—she smashed the plate and told me to get out.” I was so angry I could barely stand. Just as I was about to defend myself, Zachary suddenly slapped me hard across the face. I instantly felt my right cheek burning with pain, my ears ringing. Zachary gritted his teeth and shouted, “Lydia, why have you become so vicious?”

I was knocked to the ground by Zachary while holding Robin. My palm pressed against broken ceramic pieces, sending a piercing pain through me. Zachary quickly helped Wendy up, saying worriedly, “Your wrist is swollen. Let me take you to the hospital!” With that, he scooped Wendy up in his arms and turned to leave. Robin’s face was flushed red in my arms. I grabbed Zachary’s pant leg, pleading, “Please take Robin and me to the hospital first! He needs medicine. If we wait any longer, he could die!” The blood from my palm stained Zachary’s pants, but he didn’t even glance at me. He just impatiently kicked my hand away and said coldly, “Just give Robin some antihistamine. I’m taking family photos with Wendy and Oscar this afternoon. You should reflect on your actions!” Then he walked away quickly with Wendy without looking back. Robin’s breathing became increasingly labored. I couldn’t worry about anything else. I struggled to my feet, picked him up, and ran to the clinic. At the clinic, the doctor angrily scolded me as soon as he saw Robin, “As his mother, you’re being incredibly irresponsible. If you had come any later, your child would have died!” I kept nodding and apologizing, my face still stinging. Seeing my disheveled state, the doctor sighed and said nothing more. I wiped away my tears and stayed by Robin’s side, watching as he received his IV. At this point, I couldn’t count on Zachary anymore. The bus ticket to Boston plus accommodation would cost about four hundred dollars. Fortunately, I had been supplementing our income by making handicrafts. With my Christmas savings, I barely had enough. Looking at Robin, his arms full of needle marks after just half a day, I finally resolved that in this life, I would save my son no matter what. That afternoon, after Robin finished his IV, I carried him to the market. Just as I placed my hand-knitted gloves on the counter, Wendy’s reflection suddenly appeared in the glass case. The minor scratch on her hand had been carefully disinfected with iodine, and she stood in front of the photo studio wearing an expensive wool coat. Strangely, neither Zachary nor Oscar was with her. As soon as she saw the gloves on the counter, her eyes turned vicious. She rushed forward, grabbed my gloves, and accused me harshly, “This yarn is special supply. Lydia, how dare you steal from the factory to sell? You’ve embezzled so much money!” I was stunned. “What are you talking about?” Wendy smirked and triumphantly pulled out a plastic bag from her purse. “This is the evidence!” I immediately recognized it as the bag I used for Robin’s medical expenses. “Why did you take my money? Wendy, give it back!” I cried, lunging forward to grab what she was holding. I tugged hard at Wendy’s hair, desperately trying to get the money back, but she insisted it was money I had embezzled. A crowd began to gather. Just then, Zachary appeared carrying Oscar. “Lydia, what are you trying to do?” he roared. The next second, someone roughly pulled Wendy and me apart. I lost my balance and the back of my head slammed hard against the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass case shattered, and countless shards cut across my face. My heart felt like it had been slashed open too, the pain unbearably real. As I fell, I was just grateful that I had placed Robin in the old bassinet nearby. Zachary helped Wendy up, glaring at me coldly and scolding in a low voice, “Have you really gone crazy now?” I gave a bitter smile, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. No matter what I said, Zachary wouldn’t believe a word now. If that was the case, why bother arguing with him? Even without money, I could at least sell my jewelry. I couldn’t let Robin suffer any more. I wiped away my tears forcefully and looked directly at Zachary. “Go check the accounts and see how much money I’ve cost you in all these years of marriage.” Over the years, worried about his financial burden, I always gave the best to him and Robin. As for myself, I wouldn’t even spend five dollars on myself in a year. Zachary clearly hesitated after hearing my words, looking a bit embarrassed. He took two steps forward but ultimately didn’t follow me. For the next two days, I focused entirely on making handicrafts to earn money, with no time to care whether Zachary came home or not. Until that night, when I suddenly felt something under my pillow before going to sleep. In the moonlight, I saw two envelopes Zachary had placed there. One contained $400 in crumpled bills, and the other had $400 in crisp new notes. I didn’t return them to Zachary. Every cent now was hope for Robin’s survival. But just as I was about to sleep, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly kicked open. When I looked up, Zachary stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with anger. “Lydia, didn’t you agree to divorce me? Are you trying to drive Wendy to her death?” I didn’t immediately understand what Zachary was saying until Wendy stumbled over, half her body soaked in red paint, looking completely disheveled. She said tearfully, “Zachary, I believe Lydia didn’t intentionally slander me as your mistress. Don’t blame her…” Zachary instantly became even more furious. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me in front of Wendy, saying through gritted teeth, “Apologize to Wendy right now! Then go clarify that you’re the one who cheated, not her!” My wrist ached from his grip, but I found the whole situation utterly absurd. Zachary had always been calm and shrewd, but whenever it came to Wendy, he seemed bewitched. I immediately pulled my hand away and coldly asked, “Why?” Was Wendy’s reputation important while mine was worthless? My defiance completely enraged Zachary. It was the first time he’d ever been this angry with me. I thought he would at most force me to admit my mistake, but I never expected him to grab my wrist and roughly drag me into the isolation room. “Since you refuse to repent, you’ll stay locked up until you come to your senses!” With that, he left without looking back. In the isolation room, I held Robin, curled up in the corner, looking up at the clock on the wall. Not long after, the iron door suddenly opened. Wendy walked in carrying a thermos. “Zachary is soft-hearted. He asked me to bring you some soup. Once you feel warm, you can write your apology.” White foam floated on the soup, instantly reminding me of being drugged in my previous life, so I became immediately suspicious. Seeing that I wouldn’t drink, Wendy tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but she deliberately tilted the thermos, nearly spilling the scalding soup onto Robin’s swaddling clothes. I panicked, and she took advantage, forcing my mouth open and making me swallow several gulps. Then, she pulled out a bottle of pills from behind her back, crushed two, and stuffed them directly into Robin’s mouth. I glared at her furiously and demanded, “Wendy, what did you give us?” Robin’s previously cooing voice suddenly became hoarse and weak, gradually fading. Wendy sneered, “Of course it’s medicine from Zachary, to teach you a lesson. As for your son, if he doesn’t wake up within two hours, he’ll be dead for good.” In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Zachary. Since Wendy wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be this cruel. I desperately tried to make myself vomit, trying to get the drug out. “Wendy, whatever you want to do, come at me.” But the drug worked extremely fast, and my limbs gradually became limp. Just then, Wendy pushed several drunken vagrants through the door. “Lydia, tomorrow everyone in town will know you cheated, and Zachary will finally be able to marry me legitimately.” She yanked open the toggle buttons on my cotton jacket, exposing my undergarments. “Even after divorce, Zachary can’t forget you. You and this bastard child should both die!” The drunks lunged at me with lustful eyes, making the iron bed clang loudly. I bit my tongue, using the taste of blood to stay conscious. But when I turned my head, I saw Wendy trying to push Robin’s hand into the gap of the iron bed. Robin was crying so hard he could barely breathe, and I instantly lost all reason. I used all my strength to push away the drunk men and lunged at Wendy, tightly gripping her throat. “Give me the antidote.” As we struggled, the door to the isolation room was suddenly kicked open. Zachary rushed in and immediately kicked me away. Wendy threw herself into his arms, tearfully saying, “Zachary, Lydia was sleeping with other men in the isolation room, and she tried to strangle me to silence me!” Zachary’s eyes were cold as ice as he glared at me with disgust. “Lydia, you make me sick!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling utterly desperate. He clearly knew Wendy’s tricks were full of holes and understood everything that had happened, but just like in my previous life, he remained a cold observer. Looking at Robin foaming at the mouth, my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I sat on the floor, tears streaming down my face, begging, “Zachary! Save our child, please.” Zachary expressionlessly pulled out a confession letter and crouched down to hand it to me. “Put your fingerprint on this and apologize publicly. The microphone in the broadcast room is already on.” A moment later, the distorted broadcast echoed throughout the small town. “I am Lydia Chapman. I admit that out of jealousy, I fabricated rumors and falsely accused Wendy of being a mistress…” After reading the confession, Zachary nodded slightly and reached out to Wendy. “Are you done? The antidote.” I trembled as I took the antidote and quickly gave it to Robin. Just as I was about to leave with him, I heard Zachary say, “Our home will be used as a changing room. You should take Robin to the clinic for a couple of days. Your luggage has already been packed. “I’ll arrange the best doctor for Robin.” I didn’t answer. I brushed past his shoulder, picked up Robin, grabbed our luggage, and left. The last tear slid down my cheek. I thought, “Zachary, I never want to see you again.” With the long blast of the train whistle, I boarded the train to Boston, holding Robin in my arms.

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Once again discovering my wife Emily Wilson’s intimate conversations with her advisor, I went to her school to confront them. Her father said I was worthless, and her brother said I deserved it. I wanted a divorce, but Emily threatened me with our son. For our son’s sake, I chose to endure. I endured for a lifetime. Emily, whom I served my entire life, eventually became a professor and lived happily ever after. Meanwhile, I worked hard all my life only to be despised by my son, dying alone and sick in a rented apartment. I’ve returned to the day I asked for a divorce. ***** After a flash of white light, I opened my eyes again. Emily was ordering me around with contempt, not at all like the educated woman she claimed to be. She said, “You worthless man, what are you trying to do? I’m my advisor’s favorite student. We’re discussing academics, and here you are throwing a tantrum? You’re incompetent and paranoid. Even if I were having an affair, it would be because you drove me to it!” Emily spoke about cheating as if it were perfectly justified, showing no remorse or guilt, making it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. Emily’s brother, Noah Wilson, said dismissively, “Then divorce Emily. She’s a PhD, about to become a university professor. You’re just a taxi driver. You’re lucky Emily married you. How dare you ruin Emily’s reputation? I’m going to teach you a lesson today.” With that, he tried to kick me. I quickly dodged, but still crashed into a garbage can. Foul-smelling trash covered my entire body. Feeling the slippery floor beneath me, I was filled with grief and anger. I stood up despite the pain and locked eyes with Emily. Her gaze was filled with undisguised disgust. I looked at her and said coldly, “Let’s get a divorce.” Emily calmly replied, “Fine by me. I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time.” I said, “Good. Tomorrow we’ll go to a law firm to draft the divorce agreement.” Emily looked at me confidently and said, “The money and Ethan are mine. You’re uneducated. He can’t live with you.” It was happening again. The first time I discovered her affair, I asked for a divorce. She knew our son Ethan Turner was my weakness. My parents wouldn’t allow me to give up Ethan. Emily’s father, Yohan Wilson, was about to say something, but Noah stopped him. They all knew I would endure anything for Ethan. But after living through one lifetime, I had seen through their true nature, including Ethan’s. In this life, I would never compromise myself for anyone again. Just like before, I left without saying another word. Before closing the door, I heard Emily mockingly say, “See? This coward won’t divorce me!” I smirked coldly, not caring about her words, and immediately started packing when I got home. Not long after we got married, I had been living in the basement. Emily complained that I woke up too early and wouldn’t let me go upstairs. To earn more money and to let her rest well, I didn’t object and moved to the basement. The basement had only one small window, and it was dark even with the lights on. It was very damp. I developed rheumatism at a young age. Meanwhile, Emily enjoyed the master bedroom upstairs and even moved her entire family in. Thinking about all this, I could only pity my former self. I no longer wanted to live in the basement.

I was carrying my small suitcase upstairs when no one was home yet. Emily was probably still at the university, dating her advisor under the pretense of research. Yohan and Noah were likely gambling somewhere. This apartment was bought for me by my parents. They spent their life savings to buy me this apartment, yet I was living in poverty. The apartment wasn’t very spacious, with only two bedrooms. Emily and Ethan occupied the master bedroom, while Yohan and Noah stayed in the second bedroom. I cleared out Yohan and Noah’s belongings from the second bedroom and piled them in the living room. Ethan came home and said with disdain, “Why aren’t you out driving to make money at this hour? What are you doing at home?” I stared at Ethan, who had abandoned me in a rental apartment without support in my previous life, and didn’t answer. Uncomfortable with my staring, Ethan angrily shouted at me, “No wonder your grandfather keeps telling you to get divorced. My mom deserves better.” Then he went into the master bedroom. Through the crack in the door, I could see Emily’s various cosmetics, handbags, and jewelry in the room. All those were bought with my money. I had the receipts to prove it. She earned more than twice my salary from her research project at the university, yet she never spent a penny on our household. I clenched my fists and smirked coldly. Soon after, footsteps sounded at the door. Yohan and Noah must have won some money; I could hear their laughter before they even opened the door. When they entered and saw their belongings piled in the living room and me sitting on the sofa, they immediately became angry. “Mark, what’s wrong with you? Why did you move our stuff out here?” Noah yelled at me. I replied coldly, “I said I’m divorcing Emily. This apartment is mine. You all need to move out.” I ignored him and continued moving things from the second bedroom. Seeing my unusual behavior, Noah stopped yelling at me. Yohan called Emily, saying loudly, “Emily, come home right away!” His voice was intentionally loud for me to hear. Seeing his childish behavior, I laughed sarcastically without arguing back. They watched with anticipation, not stopping me as I continued moving their things. Yohan and Noah were furious but helpless as they watched their clothes being thrown on the floor. Soon the second bedroom was completely cleared out. I had filled half the living room with their belongings. Then I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, ignored the astonished Ethan, and lay directly on the bed. “So comfortable!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. In my previous life, I never got to sleep in such a comfortable bed until I died. Being too exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept before I heard Noah’s voice outside the door. He said, “Emily, look at all this stuff. He’s completely lost it! As soon as he got home, he moved all our things out. Does he not want me and Dad living here? Is he trying to kick us out?” It must be Emily who had returned. I ignored them and continued sleeping. “Who said you could sleep here? Get up now!” Emily entered the bedroom. I roared angrily, “Why should I? This is my apartment, and I’ll sleep wherever I want!” She snapped, “This bed is too expensive for a driver like you.” I said, “No matter how expensive this bed is, I paid for it with my own money.” My eyes glanced at the bags and cosmetics in the room. Emily followed my gaze and looked inside. She said nervously, “So you moved my dad’s things out of the bedroom because you want them to leave? Mark, what did my father do to offend you that you want to kick them out?” I said, “I have every right to ask them to leave. If they don’t want to go, they need to pay for their Christmas accommodation and food!” Seeing my firm attitude, Emily angrily slapped me across the face. That’s when I noticed the red mark on her neck. I demanded, “What’s that?” I stared at her neck. Emily looked uncomfortable and brushed it off, “I accidentally burned myself during an experiment. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that at the university today. I’m sorry. You can sleep here tonight. Ethan and I will sleep in the second bedroom. My dad and Noah will stay in the basement.” Before I could ask anything else, Emily turned and left. Her sudden change in attitude surprised me. I knew perfectly well that the red mark was evidence of her affair. The room fell silent again as I calmly thought about my next steps. Emily’s concession was just a temporary measure because I had caught her red-handed, and she wanted to prevent me from asking more questions. Knowing Noah and Yohan’s personalities, they would definitely resist moving to the basement. I was determined to get a divorce and wouldn’t give Emily any of my assets. “What? I’m supposed to sleep in the basement? No way. Emily, are you really letting that coward move back in?” Emily said, “Lower your voice!” While I was still deep in thought, Noah’s angry voice rang out again. I walked toward the door, wanting to hear more of their conversation. But when they heard my footsteps, they lowered their voices. I lit a cigarette. Before I could finish smoking, Ethan opened the door and said, “Dad, I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.” “I’m tired. Let your mom and the others cook. Just don’t bother me,” I replied impatiently. I thought cynically, “Now Ethan remembers me. I work so hard every day, and he still blames me. Yohan and Noah would never take care of him!” Ethan cried, “If you won’t cook for me, I don’t want you as my dad anymore. I want George to be my dad!” I wondered, “Could George be Emily’s advisor? When did they meet? Has Emily been secretly taking Ethan to see her advisor?” Confused, I was about to ask when Emily pulled Ethan away. She said, “Ethan, don’t talk nonsense. Your dad is too tired today, don’t bother him. Your grandfather will cook tonight.” Emily winked at Yohan. Yohan reluctantly shot me an angry look before heading to the kitchen. I coldly closed the door, locked it, and ignored them. But Emily’s unusual behavior still made me suspicious. I had planned to sleep through, but due to habit, I woke up at six in the morning. I was about to go drive when, as I was preparing to open the basement door, I heard Noah and Yohan talking. “Noah, is Emily really getting divorced? Where will we live after that? Who will we get money from?” “Dad, don’t worry. Emily said yesterday they won’t get divorced. Mark loved Ethan so much before, he won’t agree to a divorce. This is temporary. He was acting crazy yesterday, even yelling at Ethan!” “Keep your voice down.” “Emily secretly told me that in a few days, she’ll find a way to change the ownership of this apartment to Ethan’s name. Mark loves Ethan so much, he’ll definitely agree. Then he’ll have to take care of us for the rest of our lives.” So that’s what they were planning. Suppressing my anger, I left quietly. Just as I reached the front door, I ran into Emily who was about to go out. She asked with concern, “Where are you going so early?” I answered, “I went to buy cigarettes. If you have time, let’s go file for divorce. You all can stay here for now. Once you find a place, move out. I won’t charge you rent.” Emily’s face turned pale. “Mark, are you really going to push me this far?”

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At a plane crash memorial service, I fell in love with Ian Whitman, the hero pilot’s son. I worked tirelessly to get into the Air Traffic Control Bureau and spent three whole Christmases comforting him, trying to soothe his grief over losing his father. Finally, on the fourth Christmas, he proposed to me. The day before our wedding, I took time off to try on my wedding dress, but Ian never showed up at the bridal shop. I only received a message. [I’m busy today. I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.] While I was waiting with excitement, that night three passenger planes accidentally flew into a thunderstorm zone. After the planes returned, I was blamed for the incident despite not being on duty. At the hearing, a colleague presented false evidence claiming I had made a mistake, and everyone believed it. Ian was my only witness. But when he walked in, he delivered the fatal blow. He said, “I am Kelly’s boyfriend. That day I told her I wanted to break up, and she threatened the safety of three planes to blackmail me…” I realized then that this was the surprise he had mentioned. Later, my father Felix Edwards committed suicide. My mother Carol Edwards went to prison for debt. I was cyberbullied and injured. Only then did I understand that he had meticulously planned his revenge, all because he mistakenly believed that Felix, as an air traffic controller that Christmas, had caused his father’s death. In the end, I was tortured to death, losing my unborn child. And Kelly went insane. ***** “Kelly, stop slacking and take drinks to the VIP booth!” When supervisor Yohan slammed the drink tray against me, I was kneeling on the cold floor, doubled over with stomach pain. Even though my period wasn’t due, my lower abdomen kept hurting. “Hurry up! You deserve a beating!” Yohan continued to rush me. I could only stand up despite the pain, straighten my uniform, and carry the drinks to the booth. The mix of perfume and cigarette smoke made me dizzy. When I saw who was inside, I started trembling involuntarily. This was the first time I’d seen Ian since our falling out. Besides him and Tiffany Reed, there were over a dozen men and women in the booth. They were raising their glasses in celebration. “Congratulations to Mr. Whitman for finally getting revenge and making the Edwards family pay for what they did!” Everyone looked at me with mockery and anticipation. Ian glanced at me and continued drinking expressionlessly. Tiffany, sitting beside him, laughed out loud. She said, “I heard Kelly makes quite a bit in one night, but I didn’t expect her to get so fat.” Her voice snapped me back to reality. She was elegantly dressed, and her slender waist made me look even heavier by comparison. Tiffany pulled out some cash and placed it on the table, saying, “Come pour drinks for us. I’ll tip you.” Despite her humiliation, I smiled as I poured their drinks. Ian snapped at me, “Get out!” I pretended not to hear him and continued swirling the bottle until I finished my performance, then reached for the money. He smashed his glass and said, “You have no shame! Get out!” Ian looked at me with disgust. He spoke so loudly that Yohan rushed in and yelled at me, “Idiot! Mr. Whitman is our new boss! Bring new drinks and apologize to him!” As I staggered back carrying the heavy new bottle, someone stuck out their foot and tripped me. The bottle shattered on the floor, splashing liquor onto Ian’s pants. Yohan slapped me hard across the face, repeatedly winking at Ian while apologizing profusely. He said, “What’s wrong with you? This is Mr. Whitman’s celebration! Apologize to Mr. Whitman!” They were celebrating the destruction of my family, yet I was expected to apologize to them. Seeing my silence, Yohan grabbed my hair and threw me onto the broken glass, kicking my hands. “Clean this up! Apologize!” My knees and hands were cut by the glass, but I still refused to apologize. The next second, Yohan was pinned against the wall by Ian, who punched him. Ian said, “I won’t allow you to touch her. Get out!” After Yohan fled, Ian came over and looked down at me, saying, “You acted so high and mighty when your license was revoked, but now you’re so pathetic. Of course, with a murderer for a father, you couldn’t possibly be a good person.” I said, “Ian, I’ve lost everything. Won’t you ever let me go?” Ian frowned, his response interrupted by my painful groan. I tried to stand up awkwardly, but the pain in my lower abdomen intensified, and I felt nauseous. Remembering that my periods had been irregular lately, I suddenly became worried.

I gripped the edge of the sofa, fighting back the urge to vomit. “I don’t feel well, Ian. I need to go to the hospital…” Ian stared at me gravely. In that moment, I remembered how Ian once carried me on his back through three blocks to the hospital in the middle of the night. Tiffany swirled her drink, stepping on my hand with her high heel as she mockingly said, “First you forged medical records, and now you’re faking illness? Looks like you inherited your father’s con artistry.” Ian coldly replied, “You haven’t paid your debt to me. You deserve the pain. You’re not going anywhere today.” I felt helpless. It was only a few months ago that I discovered his revenge was motivated by what happened when Felix was on Christmas duty. There had been a scheduling error that caused a catastrophic plane crash that shocked the nation. The passenger jet crashed with no survivors. The pilot was Ian’s father, Noah Whitman. During the accident investigation, Ian’s mother, Debra Green, jumped from a building and killed herself. No one believed Felix was innocent, including Ian, which was why he meticulously planned his revenge against me. After my license was revoked, Felix lost his mind and took his own life during a moment of clarity. Because I owed massive compensation, Carol secretly borrowed money to pay it off, but ended up in prison when debt collectors came after her. This was exactly what Ian wanted. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. Seeing my expression, Tiffany angrily slapped me across the face. “You knew your father ruined Ian’s entire family, yet you deliberately got close to him and arranged for his plane to crash. Do you hate him that much?” I had no strength to argue. Then I noticed the sparkling ring on her finger. It was my mother’s ring, which had been left to me. I never found it when I left. So Ian had given it to Tiffany. I said, “Give me back my ring.” Ian took the ring off Tiffany’s finger and tossed it into an ice bucket. “If you want it, get it yourself.” I knelt among the broken glass, searching for the ring, my heart aching terribly. Ian had been acting for four Christmases, but my love for him was real. I still wanted to explain one more time. “Ian, about the Christmas incident…” Suddenly, my phone vibrated frantically in my apron pocket. It was a call from the prison. The prison administrator said, “Kelly, your mother has suffered a heart attack. We need a family member…” I lunged toward the door, but security guards pinned me against the liquor cabinet. I begged, “Let me go! Please. My mom will die!” Ian signaled the guards to release me. I grabbed his pant leg and said, “I’ll accept any punishment, but my mother needs emergency care…” Tiffany said coldly, “Their family has connections at the hospital. Her mother’s in prison, she can’t go to the hospital.” Ian looked at me coldly and said, “During Christmas, my father’s body drifted at sea for three days, and my mother jumped from the seventeenth floor. No one saved them.” I hugged his legs, repeating, “Please.” He kicked my hands away and kicked me in the chest. I doubled over in pain, but he just smiled and said, “Why are you crying? Didn’t you anticipate this when you approached me?” I shook my head tearfully and quickly crawled toward the door. Ian grabbed my hair and held me down, saying, “Today is my celebration. There are 114 bottles of alcohol here, exactly the number of deaths in the plane crash.” Someone smashed a box of liquor against my back. Ian said, “If you want to leave, first atone for your father’s sins. Finish all this alcohol, and I’ll let you go to the hospital.” Ian knew perfectly well that I suffered from chronic stomach pain and that doctors had warned me not to drink. Thinking of Carol, I ignored my abdominal pain and grabbed bottle after bottle without hesitation. When I finished the thirtieth bottle, my phone vibrated again. I answered with trembling hands, only to hear the long beep of a heart monitor. The doctor announced helplessly, “We couldn’t do anything. Her condition was delayed too long.”

The phone was hung up. I sat on the floor clutching the broken bottle and said, “Ian, my mom is dead.” I never even got to see Carol’s last moments. Ian just scoffed, saying, “I don’t believe a word you say.” I closed my eyes slowly in grief. Seeing me like this, Ian felt an inexplicable unease. “You…” he was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. Ian glanced at his phone and stepped out to take the call. The door to the private room closed, and Ian’s figure disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Inside, Tiffany picked up the ring and threw it out the window, then lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. She said, “The celebration isn’t over yet.” She turned to the group of men with a smile and said, “Kelly owes over three million dollars. Each of you can have her for one million dollars per time.” I shrank back, my lower back hitting the wine cabinet. Red wine poured down from above, soaking my clothes. I heard the sound of belt buckles being undone. Those men tore at my collar, saying, “This is the most beautiful woman at the Christmas Air Traffic Control! Let me taste…” “No!” I bit hard on a hand reaching for me, only to be slapped across the face. The man said, “Bitch! You’re just Mr. Whitman’s used plaything!” Tiffany leaned against the table, laughing and recording video. The camera flash made it impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Ian punched the man. His nose broke with a scream. Slapped across the face, Tiffany fell to the ground holding her cheek. Ian withdrew his hand and said with a cold smile, “I don’t need you to avenge me.” Tiffany lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve, explaining, “Ian, she offered to sell herself to pay off her debt. Everyone here can testify.” Everyone knew about Tiffany and Ian’s relationship, and they all nodded in agreement. Ian angrily turned and grabbed my throat, saying, “Kelly, are you really this cheap?” I was thrown onto the sofa by Ian. He took off his belt and tossed it on the floor, forcing my trembling legs apart with his knee. He said, “You want money, right? I’ll buy you for tonight.” “Ian, do you really want to humiliate me this much?” I protected my body and said sadly, “I might be pregnant…” Tiffany gasped dramatically, “You sleep around without protection? Do you even know who the father is?” Ian asked in surprise, “Whose is it?” I begged, “It really hurts, please let me go.” While we were at a standstill, Tiffany suddenly shouted, “Oh my God, there’s blood on her dress!” Everyone in the room laughed, and someone took out their phone to take pictures. Tiffany looked at the bloodstain on my dress and smiled, “Ian, I’m a woman too. That’s just menstrual blood! She can’t possibly be pregnant. Kelly truly is a murderer’s daughter, always lying.” Ian calmed down and said with a mocking smile, “Kelly, you don’t deserve to be pregnant. Your bloodline should end with you.” Tiffany called for some soup to be brought in, saying, “Kelly, have some corn chowder.” She deliberately poured the soup on me. I was burned. Soon, the scalding corn chowder was forced down my throat. Tiffany whispered in my ear, “Whether you’re pregnant or not, this is abortion medicine.” I cried, on the verge of breakdown, shouting, “Ian, I’m sorry…” Due to the severe pain in my abdomen, I broke into a cold sweat and vomited blood. Ian stepped back in disgust, saying, “So filthy. Lock her in the bathroom and clean her up.” I was dragged into the bathroom by a group of people. My head hit the sink hard, causing it to bleed. Despite the headache, I only felt the abdominal pain almost consuming me. It was only at this moment that I clearly felt a small life slipping away… I suddenly burst into tears. The door was locked from the outside. I desperately banged on the soundproof door, struggling frantically, writing “help” with my blood. I vaguely heard Ian asking questions. Tiffany smiled and answered, “Kelly just had some red wine. She’s always been healthy. She’ll be fine.” Outside, the festivities resumed. Tiffany asked in a sweet voice, “Ian, can we have roses at our wedding?” Congratulatory voices drowned out my insignificant cries for help. Ian replied, “You decide.” I felt the pain in my abdomen intensifying, and my consciousness growing weaker. I lay curled up on the floor, clutching my stomach tightly. I thought, “Ian, I finally don’t owe you anything. Let’s not meet in the next life.” By the time blood flowed out under the door, there was no sound coming from inside.

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I, Daniel Campbell, was kidnapped on Christmas, and when I returned home, I discovered my parents had adopted a new child. To prevent me from targeting their adopted child, Roy Campbell, my parents sent me to a popular reality TV show that disciplines troubled teenagers. Every day I had to fight with pigs for food, compete for sleeping space, and be brainwashed by instructors before bed, forced to repeat praises about my parents and Roy a hundred times. Whenever I made a mistake, I was stripped naked and whipped countless times on camera, and had to slap myself until Director Nathan Adams was satisfied. After the show finished filming, I finally became the good child and brother my parents wanted me to be. But on the day of the show’s release event, when I jumped from the top of the TV station building, my parents broke down. ***** “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.” I knelt before my parents on the doorstep, mechanically repeating the pledge I had practiced many times. “I know I was wrong. I swear I’ll be good to Roy from now on. Everything will prioritize Roy. Roy is the best, Roy comes first, Roy is more important than my life.” As soon as I finished, Director Nathan Adams’ voice rang out. He shouted, “Cut!” The reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers had finally wrapped up. After Nathan announced the end, I remained numbly kneeling on the ground. My parents joyfully shook Nathan’s hand in gratitude. “Thank you so much for teaching Daniel. When the show airs, we’ll make sure all our relatives and friends watch it.” Nathan smiled and looked at me, saying, “Daniel, make sure you get along well with your family from now on!” As he came over to help me stand, I turned pale at his outstretched hand and shrank back. Nathan’s hand froze in mid-air. My father, Jason Campbell, immediately scolded me, “What kind of attitude is that?” I remained silent, so Nathan put his arm around my shoulders and said cheerfully, “It’s fine, it’s fine. The boy probably just doesn’t want to leave us!” After saying this, he patted my back firmly twice and stared at me, saying, “Just remember how good we’ve been to you.” I couldn’t help but nod tremblingly. After the crew left, my parents led me into the house. As soon as we entered, I noticed Roy rolling his eyes when he saw me. But when my parents looked at him, he immediately pretended to be excited and ran over. “Daniel, I’ve missed you so much! You’ve been gone for so long. Let me show you your room!” Without waiting for my response, he dragged me into the room. As soon as the door closed, he revealed his true face. With malice, he said, “Why did you come back? It would’ve been better if you’d died in that place.” I was already used to seeing him like this. Years ago, when the police first brought me home from the village where I’d been trafficked, he had already been telling me to get out of the house when my parents weren’t around. Yet I’m the one who’s my parents’ biological son. Seeing that I had no reaction to him like a wooden doll, Roy smirked. The next second, he slapped himself across the face and fell to the ground. His cries filled the room. “Dad! Mom! Help me!” My parents quickly rushed in. Seeing the handprint on Roy’s face, Jason became furious and kicked me to the ground. He said, “What have you learned? You still dare to bully Roy? I shouldn’t have brought you back!” My mother, Maria Campbell, held Roy in her arms and looked at me with disappointment. “Roy has been so good to you. How could you treat him like this?” Jason pulled out his phone in front of me. “I’m calling your instructor right now to see if they can take you back.” My mind went blank when I heard his words. It was because of Roy’s recommendation that my parents had sent me to participate in this reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers. During filming, I was treated like an animal. The production team arranged for me to rest in a pigsty, making me compete with pigs for food under the pretext of teaching me hardship. At night, I had to sleep in the corner of the pigsty. Before sleeping, I had to kneel at the instructor’s feet and listen to his brainwashing about how wonderful my parents and Roy were. I couldn’t resist, or I would be stripped naked, tied to a bench, and whipped with an iron whip covered in barbs. After the whipping, I had to slap myself on camera until Nathan was satisfied. Recalling these experiences, I immediately knelt down and began desperately banging my head on the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have bullied Roy. It’s my fault, it’s all my fault!” I kept banging my head, not daring to stop even when my forehead started bleeding.

Seeing me continuously kowtowing, my parents stood there in shock. Finally, Maria, unable to bear it any longer, came over to help me up. Roy suddenly sobbed, “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Daniel. It’s my fault for making him hate me so much that he wants to hurt himself.” Jason’s face immediately darkened with anger. “You’ve done nothing wrong. He was the one who bullied you first.” He walked over and yanked me up from the ground. “Stop wasting time here. I’ve made an appointment to get clothes made. Hurry up.” In the mall, I carefully scanned the clothes in the store, not daring to touch anything. Jason glanced at my shabby appearance with disgust. He pointed at me and said to the store clerk, “Find him some decent clothes. He’s embarrassing me looking like this.” The clerk, holding a size chart, asked, “What size does your son usually wear?” My parents simultaneously turned their heads away, looking awkward. I had been brought back home not long ago and immediately sent to the rehabilitation program, still wearing my old tattered clothes. Of course they didn’t know my size. As the clerk approached me with a measuring tape, Roy raised his phone toward me from the side. In an instant, the scene before my eyes changed. I seemed to be back in that hellish village, with my foster father from the show walking toward me with a cattle whip, smiling menacingly. “Stay away!” I pushed the clerk away in terror. My vision blurred, and I ran like a headless fly. The mannequins in the clothing store now looked like the villagers who had surrounded me, each one fierce and menacing, holding torture instruments. My parents were startled by my sudden outburst and moved forward to grab me. But in my eyes, these people were all demons. To avoid being beaten, I could only run desperately. Most of the clothes in the store were knocked to the floor, trampled and soiled by me. The store manager, seeing this, was about to call the police. Finally, everyone cornered me in the fitting room, and the chaos finally ended. Jason slapped me hard across the face. “Are you insane?” My head jerked to the side from the blow, half my face numb with pain. I slowly turned my head back, seeing expressions of extreme disgust on my parents’ faces. Outside the store, many passersby had gathered to watch. “Which mental hospital let this patient out?” “How terrifying. If he’s sick, he should stay in the hospital. Why come out and harm others?” As the criticism from onlookers intensified, my parents quickly took me away. Back home, Jason threw me into my room. “You worthless piece of trash! Did you deliberately embarrass us in public to get revenge? Stay in your room and think about what you’ve done!” I knelt down skillfully, slightly bowing my back. They didn’t know that in the show, kneeling was the most basic thing, not even considered a punishment. After some time, Roy’s voice came from outside the door. “You’re still bringing him food? He humiliated our entire family, so he doesn’t get dinner tonight. Don’t give him water either. He won’t die from going hungry for one night.” I curled up in pain. Since returning from filming the show, I hadn’t eaten for two days. My stomach twisted with sharp pains. I needed to eat something. Looking around, I finally found a notebook on the bookshelf. Without thinking, I tore out pages, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into my mouth. My throat burned with pain, but I was too hungry to care. The next day, I was awakened by the smell of food coming from outside. My parents were talking with someone. “Isn’t Daniel back home? Why hasn’t he come out for breakfast?” Maria replied with resignation, “He’s probably still sleeping. This child has always been so inconsiderate. I’ll call him out now.” Soon, my bedroom door opened. “Daniel, it’s time to eat,” she said. I dragged my trembling legs out of the room and saw the dining table filled with various dishes and guests. I looked at Maria. “Am I allowed to eat now?” Maria found this strange. “Of course you can eat. You’re talking as if we don’t let you eat…” Before she could finish, she saw me rush into the kitchen and eagerly devour the contents of the garbage bin. But the kitchen was full of food waste. Everyone watched in disbelief as I stuffed fish scales, rotten vegetable leaves, and eggshells into my mouth, their expressions extremely uncomfortable.

Jason’s face turned ashen as he grabbed my collar with one hand and yanked me up. “Who taught you to eat this garbage?” He slapped me hard across the face, fuming, “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?” I didn’t react, numbly swallowing the “food” in my mouth. Maria tried to approach but stopped, repelled by the fishy stench clinging to me. She sensed something was wrong and looked at me with concern. “Daniel, what’s wrong with you?” Just then, a relative spoke up, “Is this Daniel? How did such a good kid end up like this? Eating garbage… those traffickers are worse than animals!” That comment froze my parents’ expressions. They had always deliberately avoided mentioning my kidnapping. Back then, during an argument about getting rid of their child, they abandoned me at the neighborhood dumpster, and I was actually taken by traffickers. Unwilling to admit their mistake, they quickly adopted Roy, pretending nothing had happened. Only now did they realize the problem. Jason unconsciously released me, and I dropped back to the ground. But I still felt hungry and crawled back to pick up the unfinished garbage. When Maria tried to stop me, I thought she was someone from the show and bit down hard. Maria screamed, clutching her bleeding hand in horror. “You bit me?” Roy came over and sheltered Maria behind him, glaring at me with disgust. “How could you do that to Maria!” The relative who had just defended me fell silent, looking at me like I was a monster. Jason could no longer control his anger and kicked me away. Pointing at me on the ground, he shouted, “You dare to attack your mother? I don’t have a son like you!” My throat was too dry to speak, and I swallowed the apology that had reached my lips. The gathering ended unpleasantly. To make me reflect on my actions, Jason locked me in the storage room this time. In the dark, cramped space, I instinctively tried to curl up in a corner. The next moment, my foot hit a box. I fell hard, knocking over the box and scattering its contents across the floor. Panic swept over me. If my parents discovered I’d made another mistake, they would truly abandon me! Fighting down my fear, I slowly moved to the door and turned on the light. As the room brightened, I saw what had spilled out—my childhood toys and clothes. At the bottom of the box was a family photo of the three of us, everyone looking happy. On the back was a handwritten note from Maria: [Forever loving my baby Daniel.] Tears fell uncontrollably as I clutched the photo tightly. I thought they had thrown everything away long ago. So my parents hadn’t given up on me; they still loved me… A faint hope rose in my heart. If I told them the truth about what happened to me during the show’s filming, maybe they would understand me. But just then, I heard my parents’ voices outside the door. Jason spoke with frustration, “I really don’t know what to do with him anymore. How did we end up with such a troublemaker? He’d have been better off not coming back!” Maria said, “Don’t say that. He’s still our child.” Hearing Maria’s voice, my eyes flickered with emotion. Then Jason raised his voice, “He’s nothing like Roy. I wish Roy was our only child. Daniel does nothing but cause problems. Roy always thinks about the family, while Daniel just rejects him, making everyone miserable!” Maria sighed deeply, “I’ve also wondered if we should send him away… How about this—tomorrow at the show’s premiere, let’s ask Nathan if he can train him some more. We’ll pay whatever it costs.” My last remaining hope for survival was extinguished by Maria’s words. I collapsed on the floor, staring numbly at the door, realizing I had been delusional. My parents had long forgotten about me, just as our family memories were carelessly tossed into the storage room. Early the next morning, my parents let me out and dressed me in clean clothes. I stared vacantly, showing no reaction whatsoever. Roy still expressed concern, “What if Daniel suddenly tries to hurt someone on the way?” Hearing this, Jason immediately found a rope and tied my hands. Throughout it all, I didn’t resist or say a single word. After getting in the car, Maria seemed uneasy but didn’t dare come near me. “Daniel, today’s event is very important. Will you behave?” I kept my head down, staring at the rope on my hands without answering. Jason scoffed, “Such a poorly raised child.” The car drove all the way to the television station downtown, where Nathan came specially to greet our family. He approached us with a broad smile. “I’m counting on you all to help promote our premiere today!” Jason replied, “Of course, but we need to ask for your help too. Daniel still hasn’t broken some bad habits and needs more rehabilitation.” Nathan’s smile deepened. “No problem, you can rehabilitate him for as long as you want!” After chatting briefly, Nathan’s assistant rushed over. “We’re about to start. Please bring the guests in now!” Because there were cameras inside, my parents finally untied the rope from my hands. Once inside, I spotted many familiar faces amid the flashing lights. The instructors who had treated me like an animal sat in the honored guests’ section. My parents, upon hearing these were the instructors who had “taken care” of me on the show, dragged me over to thank them. Jason told me, “Thank them now.” I felt like throwing up. When I didn’t move, Jason pushed my head down in a bow. “Say something!” he demanded. I opened my mouth but couldn’t hold back and vomited, instantly soiling my clean clothes. Jason’s expression darkened. He wanted to scold me but restrained himself because of the many cameras around. Nathan quickly had someone take me to the bathroom to change clothes. This was just a minor incident, and the premiere continued as planned. From backstage, I could hear Nathan speaking eloquently. He said, “Our production team has carefully documented the growth and transformation of each troubled youth. Our instructors have been consistently responsible, supervising the rehabilitation of every bad child.” Then I heard my parents being invited on stage. They said, “We thank the production team and Nathan for giving our child a new lease on life!” Hearing them say this, I laughed bitterly to myself and turned to walk toward the stairwell. ***** The host announced enthusiastically, “Now, let’s welcome the successfully rehabilitated youth, Daniel Campbell!” Applause erupted, but I was nowhere to be seen on stage. Nathan looked displeased and was about to send someone to find me when his phone rang. He answered it, and his assistant’s panicked voice came through. “Nathan, that kid just jumped from the TV station’s rooftop!”

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On my birthday, I mistakenly used David Turner’s ex-wife’s rose-patterned dinnerware. Thirteen-year-old Tom Turner suddenly flipped the dishes, spilling scalding corn chowder on the back of my hand. He watched coldly as I screamed in pain. “This was my mom’s custom wedding dinnerware! I don’t allow anyone else to touch it!” he said. Tom then rushed to his room and smashed the last jeweled bracelet my mother had left me before she died. “If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have left me! When I grow up, I’ll kick you out of my house!” he shouted. I stood there quietly, feeling neither sad nor wronged, just sighing softly. “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” ***** I grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned the soup stains off myself. As I turned, I accidentally knocked the dishes to the floor. The dish broke in half upon impact. “You wicked woman! That was my mom’s favorite dinnerware!” Tom, who had been wearing a defiant expression, suddenly exploded. He stared at me intensely, his expression severe. I looked at the broken pieces and said, “Tom, you’re lying. Your mother hated roses. Why would she custom order dinnerware with that pattern?” Caught in his lie, Tom became flustered. He kicked over a chair and ran out the door clutching his worn-out backpack. This time, I didn’t follow him to the corner store to buy him cookies as I usually did. After cleaning up the mess, I quietly walked to the storage room. The urn that should have contained my mother’s ashes was completely empty. I heard the toilet flush. When I rushed into the bathroom, trembling as I scooped up the last traces of ashes, Tom gloated: “Serves you right! You broke my mom’s precious dinnerware! I made your most precious thing disappear too!” He made a face at me, then ran away. I stared at the grayish-white traces on the floor, feeling heartbroken. At Christmas, I had moved from my countryside farm to the factory housing complex with the canvas bag my mother had sewn. But the low walls of the housing complex completely cut off the free wind from the farm. They took away the college acceptance letters addressed to me and handed me a three-year-old boy who loved to bite. I spent my youth teaching him how to tie his shoelaces and solve math problems with a pencil. Yet it only took him the time to smash an urn to destroy all the love I had for him. I stood there in silence, catching the familiar scent of laundry detergent. Looking up, I saw David standing in front of my spaghetti. Like father, like son—Tom and David shared the same arrogance and the same dislike for me. David sat at the dinner table waiting for his meal after work. He examined me with a frown and said directly, “Why are you fighting with Tom again? He just started middle school. Why are you arguing with him?” Seeing that I remained silent, David grew impatient. His eyes fell on the urn I was holding, but ultimately he said nothing more. After a while, he said in a dismissive tone, “What’s past is past. The living are more important than the dead.” I felt as if I had been with them for ten Christmases yet never left even the slightest impression on their hearts. After dinner, David habitually pulled me toward the bed. I instinctively didn’t push him away. He unbuttoned my collar and slipped his hand inside my clothes. His warm breath fell on my face. David said, “It’s your birthday today, so I’ll allow you not to take birth control. If you can get pregnant, have the baby. Stop fighting with Tom.” His body grew warmer, but I felt cold. When we first married, I had loved this handsome factory manager in his Christmas prime. Three months after our wedding, I became pregnant. I remember telling David the news that day, and how his expression instantly turned cold. He coaxed me into taking abortion pills. David said, “Tom is my first and will be my only child. If you get pregnant and have your own child, you’ll surely neglect Tom.” Afterward, he became even more vigilant. Every time we had sex, he made sure to watch me take birth control. Ten Christmases had passed. The doctor said I might never be able to get pregnant again. Now David’s words seemed like a Christian offering to me. I thought, “What did I do wrong to make him treat me this way…” For the first time, I gathered the courage to push away the man lying on top of me. I said, “David, our ten-year Christmas term is up. It’s time for me to divorce you.”

The atmosphere grew tense. David said impatiently, “Tom is just a child.” “As his mother, it’s your fault for not raising him properly!” I lowered my head and smirked coldly. At Christmas, David, the factory manager, fell in love with my cousin Amanda Carter, an ordinary worker. The Carter family got several jobs at large chain supermarkets thanks to David’s connections and moved into a luxury apartment. Their marriage was happy. But Amanda’s health was poor, and she suffered from postpartum depression before passing away. The Carter family sent me to the Turner household overnight to be Tom’s stepmother. David initially refused, but his parents agreed. They thought hiring a nanny wasn’t as good as marrying a woman. Finally, the two families made a ten-Christmas agreement. Although David and I are legally married now, not a single person from either family acknowledges the legitimacy of our relationship. Tom has never called me “Mom.” This was the first time I didn’t avoid David when he was angry but looked straight into his eyes. I said, “I’m not angry, just that at Christmas, the agreement between our families will expire.” “I really should leave. Staying here only causes trouble for you and Tom.” Hearing my words, David’s expression softened somewhat. He looked at me suspiciously, but the tension eased. He compromised. “If you’re pregnant, I’ll talk to my mother. She might agree…” I said, “Don’t bother.” At Christmas, my father ran off with another woman, and my mother and I stayed at Amanda’s house. If I didn’t owe the Carter family a favor, I would have asked David for a divorce long ago. My father didn’t love me and left me nothing. David doesn’t love me, nor would he love my child. If I had a child, they would be unloved like me. I couldn’t bear to do that. I walked to the desk and wrote down Tom’s living habits and study progress over these Christmases. I said, “These days, I’ve written down everything Tom likes to eat and all his preferences in this notebook.” “He’s grown up now and can take care of himself. You can hire a housekeeper in the future. Just follow what’s in the notebook, and nothing will go wrong.” David took a deep breath and threw the notebook directly into the fireplace to burn. He pointed his index finger at my nose and said, “Lily, don’t push it.” “It’s your birthday today, so I won’t argue with you. Think it over carefully!” The door slammed shut. But a second later, the door opened a crack. Tom was still wearing the badge his teacher had awarded him. He threw his book hard at my temple and said viciously, “Bad woman! If you keep hanging around our house, I’ll hit you!” The book fell to the floor—it was one I had given him. Tom forgot that his academic achievements he’s now so proud of were all because of my help. Amanda and I were close. Before she died, she asked me to take care of Tom, saying he was a good kid and would surely be grateful to me someday. At that time, I looked at the adorable three-year-old Tom. He seemed to understand and smiled happily. In that moment, I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with David. But after ten Christmases, it’s time for me to wake up from my dream.

The next day, I packed my bags. To take care of Tom, all my clothes these past ten Christmases have been gray and black, colors that don’t easily show dirt—much like my gloomy life. But it doesn’t matter. I’m about to welcome my own freedom. I was heading to the station to buy tickets when I ran into my widowed neighbor. She showed her face at the door, and Tom laughed as he threw himself into her arms. “Good morning, Ella,” he said loudly. His voice was so loud that other neighbors looked our way. “Lily used some tricks to marry David shortly after his cousin died.” “Now Tom isn’t even close to her. What good has it done her?” Hearing these words, Tom seemed even happier and spoke even louder. “Ella, Dad loved the cake you made yesterday. Lily’s cooking is terrible.” When I first moved here, I wasn’t good at handling relationships and was ostracized by neighbors, so I stayed home experimenting with cooking. Back then, three-year-old Tom was very attached to me. He would eat every bit of the cakes and cookies I made. In his eyes then, I was like an angel sent from heaven. But now, though my cooking skills haven’t declined, Tom looks down on me. Ella smiled at Tom in her arms, then looked at me challengingly. “Children are the most innocent and adorable. They never lie,” she said. “David marrying you was the luckiest thing that could happen in your life.” Ella had a mole at the corner of her eye, just like Amanda’s. Because of this similarity, she—a widow—was assigned an apartment by the factory. Tom often ran to her place to play. When David came to pick him up, the three of them standing together looked like a family. “You’ve even bought tickets. Are you trying to threaten me?” I had come to Amanda’s home with my train ticket. Amanda’s mother, Kelly Edwards, clutched my train ticket with displeasure. “I’m just fulfilling our previous agreement,” I said. “I’ve been their nanny for ten Christmases, and now I want to live my own life.” She slapped me hard across the face and said, “You country girl, how ambitious you are! You and your mother lived in our house, and now that she’s dead, you want to leave?” She tried to slap me again, but I caught her hand and looked at her calmly. “My mother and I lived in your house for five Christmases, and I’ve worked at David’s for ten. We’re even now!” I said. “I’m not here to ask for your opinion. I’m just here to inform you.” These past ten Christmases, I’ve acted with a clear conscience. As a wife, I’ve taken meticulous care of David. While he went out to work, I handled all the household matters. Every day, I also had to endure his insatiable sexual desires. As a mother, I’ve raised Tom to become a known genius in the middle school. I gave him all my love. And he achieved excellent grades. I played every role well, except I failed myself. After saying goodbye to Kelly, I turned to see David’s cold, feminine energy-depleted gaze. David said, “Are you really leaving? You’re a Christmas-aged divorcee, no one will want you anymore. “I advise you to think carefully. If you don’t get along with Tom, just let him go to Ella’s place after school. You won’t have to worry about anything.” I smiled and said, “Thank you. That won’t be necessary.” David grew increasingly angry. According to his imagined scenario, I should have happily accepted his proposal and stayed out of gratitude. But I’d rather endure the pain than continue living this numb existence. Ella mocked me, “Lily, it’s too much how you despise me. “Mr. Turner has provided for you all these Christmases, and has never mistreated you. “Do you hate me that much?” As she spoke, Ella actually turned away with tears and nestled into David’s arms. David shouted at me angrily, “Lily, apologize to Ella right now!” Tom picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it at me, saying, “I don’t want you as my mom anymore! I want Ella to be my mom! “You bitch! You killed my mother, and now you want to hurt Ella!” The stone hit my temple, causing pain. I looked at Tom seriously and asked, “In your heart, am I the murderer who killed your mother?” “Aren’t you?” he furiously headbutted my stomach, knocking me to the ground. That’s when I suddenly realized he had grown to be as tall as me. Tom developed slower than other children his age, and I tried everything to provide him with proper nutrition. Through winter cold and summer heat, I considered everything thoroughly for him, from his studies to his friendships. These ten Christmases, the time spent with him has occupied a third of my life. Yet all my efforts couldn’t withstand Ella’s few provocative words. I just felt disappointed. David and Tom looked at me as if I were a beggar on the street coming to collect a debt. Perhaps I once did beg them for love, but now all misunderstandings could only end with this divorce agreement. I took the agreement out of my pocket, handed it to David, smiled at the three of them, turned around and went inside to get my luggage. David didn’t even glance at me, busy fussing over Ella. But I felt like he was waiting for me to say something. I knew that with David’s charm, there would always be new women in his life who would consider being his wife the highest honor. But none of that concerned me anymore. I hailed a taxi, wanting to leave this home as quickly as possible. However, after the car started, Tom suddenly appeared on the road, spreading his arms to block the car.

The engine’s roar suddenly stopped, and the sharp sound of brakes cut through the morning silence. The world seemed to freeze around me, with only the screeching of brakes echoing in my ears. The driver muttered a curse, but I didn’t hear it. In my world, there was only the small figure standing in front of the car, wearing a blue coat. That blue coat I had sewn for him with my own hands. He was blocking my way. My heart ached, making it almost impossible to breathe. I pushed open the car door, and the cold wind carrying fine rain made me shiver involuntarily. The icy raindrops hit my face and pounded heavily against my heart. “Tom, what are you doing?” My voice trembled, carrying a hint of fatigue that others could barely detect. This exhaustion came not only from physical tiredness but more from the torment of my soul. Tom looked up, staring at me defiantly. His eyes were full of hurt and accusation against me. “What gives you the right to leave?” His childish voice was sharp and piercing, stabbing into my heart like a small knife. “Because you and your father never loved me,” I forced a smile. Saying those words made my heart ache. “You’re lying!” Tom cried out, weakly pounding his fists against my legs. My heart was touched. Tom said, “You don’t love me or Dad!” I looked at him, feeling heartbroken. Once, I had genuinely loved them both. I thought that by taking Amanda’s place, I could earn their love. I believed that if I gave my heart, I would receive what I deserved in return. But I was terribly wrong. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a nanny, a disposable substitute. I bent down and forcefully pried Tom’s hands from my legs. His little hands were cold and weak. I picked Tom up and placed him in David’s arms inside the car. In that moment, my heart died completely. “Watch your son,” I said coldly. Then I turned and sat in the driver’s seat. The driver started the car, and we sped away. The scenery outside the window rapidly receded. My heart grew calmer. The cold rain beat against the windows, blurring my vision and my memories. I seemed to return to that sunny afternoon three Christmases ago. Amanda lay in her hospital bed, pale-faced but gripping my hand tightly. “Lily, please take care of Tom,” her voice was weak but pleading. Looking at the helpless infant in her arms, I nodded solemnly. At that moment, I truly intended to take good care of Tom and give him a complete home. I thought David and I would care for Tom together and provide him with a warm family. But I overestimated my place in their hearts and underestimated the complexity of human emotions. David never loved me; he had always loved Amanda. He resented me for taking his wife’s place. And Tom, influenced by those around him, began to resent me too, blaming me for stealing his mother’s love. I’m tired, truly tired. I don’t want to continue this life without love or hope. I took out the crumpled ticket and clutched it tightly in my hand. It was my only hope of escaping this city. New York, here I come.

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My boyfriend loves me deeply. We got together in April. To commemorate this month, he changed all his social media usernames to “April,” and even named our puppy April. On our fourth anniversary, he proposed to me. But before our wedding, I met his ex-girlfriend who had just returned from abroad. She told me her name was Avril. Avril and April sound remarkably similar. That’s when I realized I might have been just a replacement from the beginning. While crying and saying I wanted to leave, I thought to myself, “Finally scared me enough. Avril, you’ve finally returned. I’ve made enough money now. If you hadn’t shown up, was I really going to marry him?” ***** Today is our pre-wedding party. I’m leaning against my boyfriend Arthur Wood’s chest when a surprise guest confidently raises her glass and says, “Hello everyone. I just returned from abroad yesterday specifically to attend Arthur’s wedding. Though we haven’t seen each other in four years, we grew up together, so I hope no one minds my sudden appearance?” The atmosphere instantly becomes awkward as everyone’s expressions change. I realize this woman must be someone significant. But Arthur’s friend Mark Mcgowan quickly breaks the tension. Mark says, “You’re finally back. Come sit down and join us for dinner. Chloe is here too.” Hearing this, she obediently sits at the farthest spot from us. However, I notice her eyes reddening when she looks at Arthur. My intuition tells me to observe her carefully. She asks, “When is Arthur’s wedding scheduled?” The question sounds casual, but strangely, no one answers. Everyone just focuses on their food and drinks. Finally, Arthur speaks up, “The wedding is in three days.” After saying this, Arthur turns and kisses the corner of my mouth. His behavior seems normal, which reassures me somewhat. She suddenly bursts into loud laughter, tears streaming from her eyes. She stands up, pours herself a drink, and says, “Arthur, congratulations on your marriage. I wish you both happiness, love, and children soon.” With each blessing, she downs another glass. She drinks so quickly that friends trying to stop her fail. Arthur continues holding me, motionless. But his grip is so tight I almost cry out in pain. The more she drinks, the worse Arthur’s expression becomes. Despite this, Arthur doesn’t make any move. She’s wearing a white dress. Her body looks fragile, swaying unsteadily beneath the fabric, having lost her initial composure. Crying, with tears falling like broken pearls, she speaks in a heartbreaking way. “Arthur, you’re getting married, but the bride isn’t me.” After these words, the air grows heavy. She promptly faints, and Mark rushes to support her, saying anxiously, “Chloe, she’s drunk and saying things she shouldn’t. Don’t take it to heart. You all continue, I’ll take her home.” Watching her leave, I cautiously ask Arthur beside me, “Arthur, what’s her name? I feel like she resembles me somewhat.” Indeed, there is a slight resemblance between us. This similarity has always made me worry she might suddenly appear. Though she was only present for a few minutes, she already caused Arthur’s demeanor to change dramatically. It’s worth noting that Arthur managed to take over the family business in just a few years because he’s always been good at hiding his emotions. His obvious change in expression and unconsciously hurting me with his grip already shows he’s losing control. Arthur’s expression becomes frightening, as if angry that I asked this question. After a moment, he calms down and answers, “She’s someone I used to know. You don’t need to worry about her name.” The party hasn’t ended yet when Arthur says he has an urgent matter at his company and must leave. Watching him hurry away, I fall into deep thought. A sense of unease suddenly fills my heart.

Arthur wasn’t there, and I had no interest in staying at the party any longer. I called my friend Lara Murphy and told her about the encounter with the strange woman, feeling uneasy. Lara comforted me from the other end of the line: “Don’t overthink it. Everyone knows Arthur loves you deeply. He even uses your anniversary date as his username on all social media accounts. You’re probably just experiencing pre-wedding jitters. Let me come over and we can walk the dog together!” She was right—Arthur truly did love me. After all, with his credentials, he was willing to commit to someone as ordinary as me. He had arguments with his family for my sake and even fought with his father, yet he still insisted on marrying me. I couldn’t think of any reason other than love. I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t doubt Arthur. That girl is probably just having a one-sided crush.” I felt reassured as I stroked April, our dog who had just run over to me. We had adopted this stray dog together a year ago. I felt sorry for it at the time and brought it home. I thought Arthur, with his germophobia, would object, but to my surprise, he not only agreed but also named the dog April. April was the month when Arthur and I officially started dating. Four years ago, I had just graduated from college and landed a job at Wood Group after several rounds of interviews. To my surprise, Arthur showed intense interest in me from our very first meeting. But today, April was acting strangely. Usually well-behaved, today she was chewing on things around the house. While I was on the phone with Lara, she suddenly darted into Arthur’s study, rummaged through a cabinet, and came out with something in her mouth. In four years, I had never entered Arthur’s study. Thinking, “That might be something important,” I quickly grabbed it from April’s mouth. It was a photo album with a chewed-up cover. Opening it, I found pictures from Arthur’s high school days—him playing basketball, sleeping with his head down, and confidently speaking at a debate competition. These photos looked like they had been taken secretly. The last photo in the album was a group shot with Arthur having his arm around a girl, smiling with a hint of shyness. I had never seen him with that expression before. And the girl standing beside him was the same person I had encountered at the party today. I turned the photo over and saw a message: “Arthur, I promise I’ll be with you after we both get our college acceptance letters! From Avril Grant.” I froze. “Wait, her name is Avril? Avril and April sound so similar…” Finally, everything that happened today and all those puzzling things from the past made sense. I started to recall why, although we developed feelings for each other in March, he waited until April to confess; why he named our dog April; why he refused to tell me that woman’s name today; why he always became emotional every April; why his mood would fluctuate so dramatically at night… My body turned cold, as if my blood was flowing backward. My hands trembled as I held the album. Instinctively, I called Arthur. The “beep, beep, beep” sound on the phone felt like a countdown to my judgment day. Arthur didn’t answer. I then called Mark, who picked up quickly. Mark said, “Hey, Chloe, what’s up?” I asked, “Where is Arthur right now?” He replied, “Huh? Arthur should be at the office. Didn’t he say he had work to finish?” Mark’s answer seemed airtight, but I wasn’t reassured. There was a hint of guilt in his voice. I lost control and demanded, “Tell me, what’s the name of that woman who suddenly appeared today? Is her name Avril Grant? Was she with Arthur before? What exactly is their relationship? Tell me clearly!” Mark was silent for a moment, then said, “Chloe, how did you find out? Don’t put me in a difficult position. Why don’t you wait for Arthur to come home and let him explain it to you himself?” I heard a phone dropping on the other end, but the call hadn’t disconnected. I could hear Avril crying emotionally: “Arthur, you once said you would marry me. Our breakup was my fault. I understand that you’ve been with someone else these four years to fill the void. But I came back to congratulate you because you’re getting married to make me return—is that wrong too?” Arthur’s voice was cold yet firm, possibly saddened by seeing someone he once deeply loved reappear: “I won’t allow you to wish me a happy marriage.” Mark hung up the phone. But those crucial words had already reached my ears clearly.

I started packing my bags. Now that Avril had returned, the wedding would surely be called off. There was no point in me staying any longer—I needed to leave as soon as possible. As I packed, I mockingly thought to myself, “No wonder Arthur didn’t send out invitations. No wonder he said he preferred things quiet and didn’t want too many people knowing about the wedding. No wonder he claimed his family disapproved and the wedding couldn’t be grand, that I would feel slighted because of it.” We had been together for four years, our lives completely intertwined. There were too many items in the room to pack everything. After organizing for a long time, I finally managed to fit the essentials into my suitcase. April came over and licked my face, making me realize my cheeks were wet with tears. My feelings for Arthur had been genuine, which made this all the more painful and heartbreaking. I opened the door to leave but found Arthur standing outside. He was supposed to be on the phone with Avril. He looked at my face, then at the luggage in my hand, and immediately frowned. “Where are you going?” The sudden encounter caught me off guard. I bit my lip as tears streamed down my face and said, “Arthur, I know everything now. You still love someone from your past, and I don’t blame you. Everyone has their history. But you shouldn’t have let her exist in every corner of our lives. From now on, every time I see April, I’ll be reminded of you two. Since Avril is back, I’ll step aside. I’m leaving now, going far away, and won’t disturb your lives anymore.” Arthur didn’t seem relieved as I had expected. Instead, he emotionally pulled me back into the room. I looked at him with my tear-reddened eyes. He sighed, sat across from me, and said, “Avril is a childhood friend and my ex-girlfriend. After four years together, she suddenly broke up with me and went abroad. We haven’t seen each other since.” I found his explanation ridiculous. “But you still have feelings for her, don’t you? You kept all those old photo albums. Your feelings for her have been hiding beneath our relationship all along. You even decided to get married just to provoke her into coming back. How is that fair to me? Arthur, what am I to you? What have these four years meant?” Arthur fell silent. His silence felt like an admission that he still had feelings for Avril. I thought, “Indeed, if he wasn’t still hung up on her, why would he go to such lengths?” He rubbed his forehead, his tone tinged with impatience. “Stop making a scene, Chloe. I admit the marriage wasn’t entirely sincere. But after four years together, I’m not completely without feelings for you. I hope you can calm down and stay with me. I’ll sort things out with Avril. We might still get married for real.” He waited a moment, then leaned back on the sofa, casually tossing a bank card my way, reverting to his typically arrogant demeanor. “If you really want to leave, take this card with you—consider it compensation for these four years. But if you take this card, we’re done for good. Think about it.” He looked at me with certainty, convinced I wouldn’t choose to leave. But he was wrong. Throughout these four years, he wasn’t the only one acting. Without hesitation, I picked up the card and headed for the door again. As I turned around, I accidentally let a smile slip. I thought to myself, “It’s a good thing Avril came back when she did. Otherwise, would I really have married Arthur? I don’t want to waste the best years of my youth on a marriage, especially with a difficult wealthy family.”

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On Valentine’s Day, my husband Noah Wilson, a seasoned explorer, invited me to climb Mount Everest, but I unexpectedly fainted during the ascent. When I regained consciousness, I learned that Noah had stayed on the snowy mountain forever to save me. I wanted to search for him, but was stopped by a group of debt collectors. As it turned out, Noah’s company had accumulated massive debt due to poor management. I sold all my personal belongings and worked tirelessly to pay off the debt. Just as I was dumping slop at a high-end restaurant, I saw Noah—who was supposed to be dead—enjoying steak and wine with his ex-girlfriend Amber Roberts! I furiously confronted him, but he kicked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I had just regained consciousness. In this life, I decided to make sure Noah really dies on that snowy mountain! ***** A stinging slap across my face forced me to take a deep breath from the pain. “Jinx! You’re the one who killed my son!” Noah’s mother, Kelly Simmons, screamed at the top of her lungs. The hatred in her eyes nearly consumed me. “You bitch, it must have been you who insisted Noah take you climbing Mount Everest, which ultimately cost him his life trying to save you!” I lay helplessly on the hospital bed, my entire body wracked with pain. Amber stood beside Kelly, pretending to comfort her, “Kelly, please don’t be upset. Noah wouldn’t want to see you so heartbroken in heaven. I never thought Grace would become so jealous just because Noah took me climbing Mount Everest once.” Amber was Noah’s ex-girlfriend. I had no idea why she was here now. “I knew it was her jealousy that killed my son. I could kill her myself!” Kelly was still furious, making another move to hit me. I struggled to open my eyes, watching the scene unfold before me with shock. I thought, “I’ve been reborn? I’ve actually been reborn!” In my previous life, it was Noah who insisted on climbing Mount Everest to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He said he was a professional explorer and would protect me, and I believed him. But I suddenly fainted during the climb. When I woke up, I was told Noah had died saving me. Kelly called me a jinx. Amber also pretended to comfort me while implying, “If it weren’t for you, Noah would still be alive.” Devastated, I wanted to search for Noah on the mountain, but debt collectors blocked me at the hospital entrance. Only then did I learn that due to his poor management, his company had accumulated enormous debt. Kelly blamed me for Noah’s death, inherited all his assets, but left me with all his debts. Consumed by guilt, I sold all my personal belongings and worked desperately to pay off the debt. But while dumping slop at a high-end restaurant, I discovered Noah—who should have been dead—enjoying dinner with Amber! “Noah! What’s going on? Weren’t you dead?” I rushed forward to confront him. But Noah, with one arm around Amber and a wine glass in his other hand, calmly said, “Bitch, don’t curse me!” I lost my mind and tried to hit them. But Noah kicked me to death without hesitation. As I was dying, he revealed the whole truth. He had faked his death so I would pay off his company’s debts while he enjoyed life with his mistress. In the end, Noah dumped my body in the slop bucket I had brought. I deeply regretted not discovering everything sooner. In this life, I’m determined to make sure Noah really dies on that snowy mountain!

I suddenly snapped back to reality. Kelly’s sharp curses were still continuing. I grabbed the bed rail, struggling to get up. “I need to find Noah! I need to find him! I don’t believe any of this! I have to see him with my own eyes!” I screamed, desperately trying to get out of bed. “What are you doing? Stop being crazy!” Kelly was startled by my sudden movement, shrieking before immediately trying to stop me. “I’m going to the mountain. I need to find Noah. No matter what, I have to see him one last time!” I said firmly, my eyes filled with determination and grief. “Stop the act! My son is dead. Putting on this devoted wife routine won’t help now. Don’t move!” Kelly reached out to pull me back, but I pushed her away. “Grace, please calm down. Noah is already…” Amber also stepped forward to dissuade me. I cut her off, “I don’t need your interference! Noah is my husband. I must find him! I want to rest eternally with him on that snowy mountain!” I deliberately displayed overwhelming grief, while inwardly smirking. Of course they wouldn’t let me go, because they all knew Noah wasn’t actually on the mountain at all. Kelly was angered by my attitude. “Cut it out. Going there now won’t help anything. Noah gave his life to save you. I won’t let you throw that away!” “Yes, Grace. You can’t let Noah’s sacrifice be in vain!” Amber chimed in, unable to meet my eyes. “No! I’m going now! You can’t watch me every minute of every day. You can’t stop me! I must see my beloved Noah.” My determination was unwavering. By now, the other patients in the ward had been moved by my resolute attitude. “How touching. I’m sure she didn’t intentionally cause Noah’s death.” “Exactly. They must have been deeply in love. Such a tragedy.” “Stop holding her back!” Tears were streaming down my face. Listening to everyone’s comments, I found it all ironically amusing. “You…” Kelly wanted to say more, but I firmly interrupted her. “Enough! Why are you trying so hard to stop me? Is there something you’re hiding?” I asked, pretending to be casual. “Nonsense! Of course not,” Kelly hastily explained. “My mind is made up. No one can stop me!” I gave them a cold glance and staggered toward the door. Kelly still didn’t want to give up, but she couldn’t excessively restrain me anymore. Amber seemed somewhat flustered. After a moment, she regained her composure and came forward to support me. “If Grace is determined to go to the mountain to see Noah one last time, let’s grant her wish. I’ll accompany Grace!” Amber deliberately instructed Kelly, “The mountain is dangerous. Perhaps you should contact professionals to prepare and assist us?” Her words reminded Kelly, who quickly agreed. I knew they would certainly arrange for Noah to prepare in advance and put on a show for me. Their decision played right into my hands!

We had just left the hospital, and Amber was still trying to dissuade me. “Grace, are you sure about this? Mount Everest is extremely dangerous. If something happens to you, Noah—who sacrificed himself for you—would be heartbroken!” “Are you scared?” I stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. “Noah always told me he considered you his best friend. Now that he’s gone, don’t you want to bring him back for a proper burial?” Amber nervously explained, “Of course I do! But Noah was an explorer, and leaving himself on the snowy mountain was his final wish. As his loved ones, I think we should respect his choice!” “I’m his closest family! I know better than you what should be done!” I challenged her irritably. “Of course I’ll respect his final wishes, but don’t I deserve to see him one last time before that?” “Grace, don’t misunderstand. I’m just worried about you,” Amber hurriedly explained. “You’ve barely recovered from danger, and now you’re rushing to climb a mountain. What if—” “There is no ‘what if’!” I cut her off. “Noah saved me. I’d gladly die alongside him if it comes to that!” My tone was resolute and unyielding, leaving Amber silent. Throughout our journey, Amber kept trying to indirectly convince me to abandon my search for Noah on the mountain. One moment she’d mention the long journey ahead, the next she’d talk about the terrible weather—basically trying everything to stop me. I ignored her. By the time we reached the base of Mount Everest, heavy snow was falling from the sky. “Grace, look how heavily it’s snowing. It’s really dangerous. Let’s wait a bit longer. No need to rush!” Amber glanced at her phone before anxiously trying to stop me. I knew she must have received instructions from Kelly, deliberately trying to delay our ascent. But instead of exposing her intentions, I agreed. Because I knew they needed time to prepare their little performance. We found a place to rest. After a while, I suddenly spotted a group of people at another climbing entrance in the distance, hurriedly ascending the mountain despite the dangerous blizzard. Though far away, I immediately recognized Noah among them, and felt an uncontrollable surge of anger and hatred. I thought, “Noah, I never imagined you’d go this far just to deceive me!” I clenched my fists, my heart filled with nothing but hatred! Amber, seemingly receiving new instructions, deliberately started chatting with me to distract my attention. I pretended to know nothing and played along, though inside I grew even angrier. After a while, the snow stopped. Suddenly, Amber’s phone rang. After answering, she composed herself and said, “Grace, Kelly says she’s found some of Noah’s former expedition teammates to accompany us up the mountain. They’ll be here soon!” I knew the actors were ready to make their appearance. Soon Kelly and Noah’s former expedition teammates arrived. They all expressed deep sorrow over Noah’s fate and promised to help me find him. Watching their performance, I realized Noah’s teammates probably didn’t know the truth. Perfect—they could be my witnesses! Just as we were about to depart, Kelly tried to back out. “You go see Noah and come back down quickly. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t go up!” But I wasn’t about to let Kelly off the hook. I still wanted her to witness Noah “dying” on the mountain, so I persuaded her, “Kelly! You loved Noah so much, don’t you want to see him one last time?” Noah’s expedition teammates also encouraged her, “Kelly, don’t worry. We’re professionals—we’ll ensure your safety!” Kelly had no choice but to join us on the climb. After several hours of effort, we finally found Noah lying at the edge of a snowy cliff. “Noah! I’m so sorry! I’ve missed you so much!” Upon seeing Noah lying at the edge of the snowy cliff, I let out a heart-wrenching cry and immediately rushed toward him.

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