Author: Momo Chan

I, Sally Bloom, got cancer. When I was dying, my brother Rico Bloom was taking care of Elena Fisher, who had a cold. Days later, the whole family learned of my death. I thought they would be happy, after all, they often said, “Sally better die out there.” But what I didn’t expect was that Rico went crazy first. ***** Thunder rumbled outside the window. I struggled to look out, seeing that rain was coming. I lowered my gaze to this body, ravaged by cancer, feeling a wave of despair. It seemed I wouldn’t live to see Rico again. Realizing this, my last bit of desire to live faded away with those unanswered phone calls. I finally died on a rainy day, and my soul, weighed down by unresolved matters, drifted back home. At that moment, Rico was attentively caring for another girl who was his sister in name only. Elena had been caught in the rain and seemed to have caught a cold. She lay weakly in bed, looking pitifully at Rico. Seeing her like this, Rico’s eyes softened with tenderness as he gently coaxed her to sit up and take some medicine. After taking the medicine, Elena fell asleep. Rico sat by the bed, staring out at the pouring rain. Perhaps he thought of someone, as his expression darkened. My soul drifted closer, wanting to smooth his furrowed brow, but he gritted his teeth and spat out my name, startling me. I stared at him in shock. Unaware of my presence, he opened his phone, the screen showing more than a dozen missed calls from me. He glanced at it once, then turned away in disgust and shut off the screen. “I’ve told her so many times to come home early, but she never listens. Now what does she want, calling in the middle of the night?” Rico sighed deeply. “Sally, you’d be better off dead somewhere out there.” My heart jolted, a bitter ache spreading through me. Rico’s hatred for me had grown this deep. I floated in front of him, forcing a smile. “Rico, your wish came true. I’m gone now. When you hear the news, you’ll be happy, won’t you? That sister you despise is finally dead.” Rico still seemed uneasy. He clutched his phone tightly, lost in thought. Just as he stood up, Elena gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, looking up at him innocently. “Are you going to look for Sally, Rico?” When Rico didn’t respond, Elena smiled weakly. “It’s okay, you should go. It’s late and she’s not home yet—she might be in danger. I just have a little cold, I’ll be fine.” Rico sat back down and lit a cigarette. “What danger could she be in? Even if she is in trouble, it’s her own fault. She has no one to blame but herself.” I stared at Rico’s face for a long time. He was still the Rico I knew, yet he felt so foreign to me now. I shouldn’t have hoped for his concern. I knew better than anyone why Rico hated me—because I supposedly killed Mustard, the dog we grew up with. But I didn’t kill Mustard. Mustard was a puppy given to Rico by a neighbor. Rico watched him grow up. At first, when he just arrived, I quite liked him, but I never expected he would defecate in my room every day. Although Rico eventually cleaned my room, I still felt disgusted, and from then on, I couldn’t stand the dog. Later, my parents brought home a girl they’d found outside, saying they wanted to give me a sister. I objected, argued with my parents, had a huge fight with Rico, and ran away. When I returned home and opened the door, I found Mustard’s brutally murdered body. He lay silently in a pool of blood, lifeless, with the knife Rico had given me for my coming-of-age birthday still stuck in his belly. I was paralyzed with shock, standing there frozen until Rico pushed open the door, which finally snapped me back to reality.

Rico looked at me in disbelief and asked, “Why? Just because we didn’t go along with what you wanted, you killed it out of spite?” As soon as Rico finished speaking, my chest heaved violently with anger. He knew me better than anyone, yet he questioned me like this. My eyes reddened shamefully as I pointed at the dead body on the ground and shouted, “That’s right! I killed it! I’ve hated it for a long time, and it deserved to die! Because it was yours, because you argued with me! I killed it just to get back at you!” ***** A few days after Mustard’s death, Elena arrived. Elena had a gentle nature, spoke softly, and had an innocent face that quickly won the hearts of my parents and Rico. But I felt like I’d seen this new sister somewhere before. I thought her arrival would just mean one more person in the house, but what I didn’t expect was that the scales of love were gradually tipping in her favor. Despite my efforts to improve my grades at school, my mother, Daisy Bloom, seemed to no longer see me. When I brought my report card to her, she merely glanced at it before continuing her conversation with her sweet daughter Elena. My father, Kevin Bloom, was the same. After looking at my grades, he said nothing, only gesturing for me to help teach Elena. I lowered my eyes, feeling empty inside. I was no longer my parents’ beloved little baby. Their favorite little darling now was Elena. I didn’t understand why even parents could change their hearts so quickly. I wore a blue dress I had treasured for a long time, hoping Rico and my parents would notice the daughter they had long ignored. But Rico just slightly furrowed his brow and demanded, “Why are you wearing Elena’s dress?” With those words, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. I pressed my lips together, my eyes instantly reddening, and said resentfully, “This is clearly my own dress. How did it become hers?” Rico’s frown deepened. “I know this isn’t your dress. You don’t even have this in your closet.” Hearing Rico’s words, Daisy immediately approached me with a dark expression and began pulling at my blue dress while scolding, “Don’t you have your own clothes to wear? Why are you stealing your sister’s clothes?” I cried from frustration while struggling desperately. “This was mine to begin with, it’s my own dress. If you don’t believe me, ask her!” Elena, who had been hiding behind Rico, finally said, “Mom, this is indeed Sally’s dress. I’m sorry, I thought it was so pretty that I couldn’t resist secretly wearing it once.” I insisted firmly, “Did you hear that? This is my dress, and she’s the one who stole it!” Kevin snapped irritably, “Enough! It’s just a dress, you don’t need to make such a big deal out of it!” Then, looking at Elena with loving eyes, he said, “I’ll buy you an even prettier one later.” Elena flashed me a sly smile, while sweetly saying, “Thank you, Dad.” I stared at everything in shock, feeling heartbroken. Since Elena’s arrival, it seemed like she had stolen all my luck. I couldn’t win against Elena in anything, couldn’t compete with her for anything. My reminiscing ended. Elena, pretending to be in pain while feigning generosity, was trying to persuade Rico, “Rico, maybe you should go check on her.” “Even though Sally usually comes home this late, even though she often goes to hotels, even though she often hangs out with those troublemakers. But still, she called you so many times. What if she really needs you for something?” she continued. Momentary irritation flashed in Rico’s eyes, but he ultimately suppressed it. He said, “She killed Mustard, and she constantly bullies you and slanders you, yet you still speak up for her. If you ask me, it would be better if someone like that died out there.” He was right. I did die out there, and quite miserably at that. Rico said, “Alright, you go to sleep now. Let’s not talk about that mood killer anymore.” After Elena fell asleep, Rico quietly turned off the light and returned to his own room. He sat on the edge of his bed and lit another cigarette. The smoke swirled around his face, making it difficult for me to see his expression clearly. After a long while, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. The screen remained on the dialing page.

He was about to call me, but something stopped him. His finger hovered in midair, reluctant to make contact. Rico laughed mockingly at my name on his phone screen, muttering to himself, “You drove Elena to attempt suicide last time. How dare you call me now?” Rico’s mind drifted back to when Elena jumped into the river. In high school, Elena had transferred to my school with her parents’ support. Her first act at school was to corner me with boys who had previously pursued me, announcing, “Today, she’s all yours.” That night, I endured unprecedented humiliation, even contemplating suicide. For the first time in my life, I truly hated someone. I couldn’t understand why she targeted me. She already had the love of her parents and Rico, yet she still treated me this way. After hastily getting dressed, I rushed to Elena’s classroom, lunged at her, and we started fighting. When Daisy and Kevin were called to school, I expected them to comfort me and kick Elena out of the house. Instead, Elena claimed in front of everyone that she had attempted to drown herself because she couldn’t bear my bullying. Of course, she didn’t die—Rico saved her. In an instant, everything flipped. No one listened to my explanation or my side of the story. They all condemned me for bullying my sister to the point of attempting suicide. Daisy immediately started berating me. Kevin slapped me so hard I stumbled, splitting my lip. Rico looked utterly disappointed, refusing to even look at me, just apologetically embracing Elena. I, a child with living parents, was treated like an orphan, while Elena, who had no real family, was loved by everyone. Later, just after starting college, I was diagnosed with cancer. I stared at the critical condition notice for a long time, feeling both heartbroken and somehow relieved. I had nothing left to lose anyway, so I decided to drop out of college and spend whatever time I had left doing things I wanted to do. Just then, Travis Gray called, asking me to pick him up. Pushing aside my grief, I immediately took a taxi to the bar and pulled him out. By then, he was completely drunk, leaning heavily against me. “Sally, have you fallen this low? You’re actually Travis’s girlfriend now? Don’t you know he’s just a good-looking playboy who’s worthless? He’s had at least a hundred girlfriends!” I looked in disbelief at the person speaking. I never would have dreamed of running into Rico at a bar. He always hated such places. I glanced at Elena in Rico’s arms—of course, she was the reason he was there. With a self-mocking smile, I tried to explain, “Rico, you’ve got it wrong…” He cut me off: “Shut up and get your ass home now!” Elena broke free from Rico’s embrace, approached Travis, and said in a voice only the three of us could hear, “Sally has always been promiscuous, sleeping with several men…” Before she could finish, my fist connected with her face. “What the hell are you doing?” Rico roared, rushing over to grab my hair and slam me to the ground so quickly that even Travis couldn’t react. My scalp burned with pain. Since my cancer diagnosis, I’d already been losing hair, and now Rico had yanked out even more. “Why?” I asked, fighting back tears. Rico’s face contorted with rage. “Because you’re worthless and shameless! You deserve this! Bullies deserve to die.” I looked at Rico and laughed hysterically, tears streaming down my face. “Yes, bullies deserve to die.” The commotion sobered Travis completely. His face darkened with anger. “Sally, I can have them arrested right now. How would you like them to suffer?” Rico and Elena looked frightened at Travis’s words, knowing he had the power to make it happen. I shook my head. “No, let it go…” Suddenly, I coughed up blood, my face turning deathly pale. My condition was worsening. “Stop pretending! Sally, you’re using these pathetic tactics to make us feel sorry for you. You disgust me!” Rico spat. I thought to myself, “It’s not like that, Rico. Please believe me. Do you really hate me that much?” In the end, I fulfilled his wish and left you for good. I had been missing for five days. I thought my parents would be the first to learn of my death, but it was Elena.

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After we made love, my boyfriend Eddie Hunt solemnly told me he had AIDS. I, Annie Foster, furious and panicked, prepared to drag him to the hospital, but we got into a car accident on the way, and I lost both my legs. Eddie then brought his new flame Gina Morrison to my hospital bed and mocked me cruelly. “Actually, I was never sick. It was just a test. Someone as selfish as you can spend the rest of your miserable life in this bed.” Because of his flippant little test, my entire life was ruined. After being reborn, I beat him to the punch before he could test me and calmly said, “You mean AIDS? Don’t worry, I’ve had it for five years already.” ***** Eddie said, “Actually, I don’t have AIDS. When I told you I was sick, it was just a test. Unfortunately, you failed my love test and proved you’re not the one to spend the rest of my life with. Gina is my true love. Someone as selfish as you can spend the rest of your miserable life in this bed.” After dropping this bombshell, Eddie pulled the timid-looking Gina toward the door. Gina shook her head, signaling him to leave first. Once only she and I remained in the hospital room, Gina leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You fool, I was the one who suggested this test, so I could keep him by my side forever. You deserve to be crippled since you never appreciated Eddie anyway.” Standing up straight, she called out sweetly, “Eddie, wait for me!” Then she ran after him. Their sweet conversation drifted back into the hospital room, reaching the ears of this disabled woman. Eddie said, “What did you have to talk to her about? She stinks all over. I don’t know why she doesn’t get someone to help clean herself up.” “Eddie, Annie is already so pitiful. I won’t let you talk about her like that,” Gina said. Eddie replied, “You’re just too innocent and kind-hearted. That’s why you’re blinded by such a vicious woman.” Gina said, “Then you can protect me for the rest of our lives.” Lying in my hospital bed, I shed tears of regret. Eddie had already borrowed all my savings from years of work. He wanted a partner who wasn’t materialistic, who would stand by him through thick and thin, but this scheming man didn’t deserve someone who truly cared for him. After hearing their conversation, I dragged my disabled body to the thirteenth floor and jumped, leaving this cruel world behind. But heaven took pity on me and allowed me to be reborn to the day before Eddie’s test. “Annie, there’s something important I need to tell you,” Eddie looked at me with a serious expression. I said, “I have something important to tell you too. Actually, I’ve been HIV positive for five years.” His face froze instantly, his voice trembling slightly, “You… you’re joking, right?” I shook my head and opened the drawer beside the bed, taking out medication and related diagnostic documents. In reality, I wasn’t sick at all. I just wanted to see how this man, who loved testing others’ sincerity in my previous life, would react. People don’t realize how excessive certain actions are until they’re personally hurt by them. He grabbed those items with a grim face, but after seeing what they were, he asked very unpleasantly, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Do you know this is illegal? I could sue you for intentionally spreading a serious disease.” Eddie cursed loudly, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly walked toward the door. I knew he was going to find post-exposure prophylaxis medication. So he knew how to be afraid after all. I grabbed his hand and said, “It’s useless. The nearest HIV prevention center is almost 18.6 miles away. After coming upstairs, I specifically drained the gas from your car. Didn’t you say you loved me and would die with me?” Eddie said, “If you want to die, die alone. I intend to live just fine.” “So what were you going to tell me just now?” I asked. “I was going to say if you’re sick, go see a doctor early.” The usually refined Eddie cursed and slammed the door shut. From the window, I watched him try to flag down passing cars, failing repeatedly and cursing angrily each time. He kept begging drivers with clasped hands, even offering them large sums of money. The intense desire to survive made Eddie’s face twitch, looking particularly ugly and ridiculous, no different from my state when I left in my previous life. Unfortunately, in my previous life, I was in a car accident that broke my legs, while he wasn’t.

In my previous life, I was in love with Eddie. After one of our intimate encounters, he told me he was HIV positive. I said, “Stop joking around. How is that possible?” Eddie replied, “I’m not joking. I’m telling you the truth. If you don’t believe me, wait 24 hours and then go to the hospital for a test.” Looking at his serious expression, I became terrified. I had just graduated from college, my promising life had barely begun, and my parents in the countryside were counting on me. I couldn’t take that risk. I begged him to drive me to the hospital, but he just looked down at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. With no other choice, I stumbled out of bed and ran to the middle of the road, pleading with passing vehicles for help. But the fog was too thick that day, and I was struck by a speeding car. The heavy vehicle crushed both my legs. I didn’t even have time to feel the pain before losing them. Before I could even take comfort in getting PEP medication in time, Eddie appeared at my bedside with young, vivacious Gina, telling me he was just an heir to a wealthy family seeking true love. He didn’t have HIV—that night was merely a test. Unfortunately, I had failed. Eddie claimed this proved that people from the lower class were incapable of pure, unblemished love, and that he needed to return to the world where he truly belonged. Overwhelmed by one shocking revelation after another, I numbly asked him to return my savings, at least so I could pay my medical bills. He sneered, “You’re such a despicable, lowly woman. Even at a time like this, you’re still trying to squeeze money from men. “I won’t give you that money. Consider it compensation for my emotional distress. “Also, I’ve already told your parents about your situation. Prepare yourself for their lecture.” Later, I received a call from the police in my hometown. They told me that my mother had died of a heart attack brought on by anger, and my father had died in a car accident while rushing her to the hospital. Overnight, I lost my family and my legs—all because of a rich kid’s joke. When I discovered I had been reborn, I immediately forged documents showing I was HIV positive. Since Eddie enjoyed playing jokes, I’d play along until the end. I just hoped he could handle it. When I arrived at the disease control center, Eddie was frantically wiping himself with disinfectant wipes, cursing me under his breath. Gina stood beside him, her eyes red. When she saw me, she lashed out, “You shameless bitch! How dare you show your face here?” I replied, “Eddie is my boyfriend. Why shouldn’t I be here?” Gina said, “If you weren’t so filthy, Eddie wouldn’t have caught that disease! If I were a woman like you, I’d have killed myself already.” I turned to Eddie and asked, “Is that how you really feel?” Eddie replied bitterly, “Yes, I must have been blind to fall for a woman like you.” I shook my head with a feigned sigh and said, “I thought I’d found the man who understood me best in this lifetime. You’ve really disappointed me. What I told you last night was just a test. I never expected that because of a minor illness, you’d abandon me so quickly.” He asked, “You… you were testing me?” “Of course. I was simply looking for someone who would stand by me through hardship,” I said. Seeing the medical report I handed him, Eddie froze. Gina stomped her foot in anger. “Eddie, she’s lying to you! Don’t fall for it!”

“I knew it. You’re the one who truly understands me.” Eddie squeezed my hand tightly, too emotional for words. I didn’t miss how Gina, standing behind him, angrily tore up her medical certificate and glared at me with intense hatred. That evening, I made an excuse to go out and buy some necessities for Gina, but actually checked the surveillance cameras I had installed after my rebirth. “Annie actually passed both of my tests,” Eddie said. Through the monitor, I clearly saw Gina’s face contort for a moment. A moment later, she resumed her cute, charming demeanor. “Eddie, are you going to marry Annie now?” “No, this only proves Annie is quite clever. No matter, I’ve already thought of another plan,” he replied. In my previous life, I only learned the truth after my death. Eddie came from a wealthy family. After witnessing his father’s affair and his mother’s suicide by jumping off a building when he was young, he vowed never to believe in true love again. He used his status to deceive many naive young women in the name of true love. He manipulated wealthy, innocent girls into breaking ties with their parents and lured girls from poor families into taking out numerous loans, claiming he needed to test their sincerity. When he grew bored, he would assign impossible tasks to get rid of them. There was once a girl who became so debt-ridden because of him that she resorted to becoming an adult streamer on the dark web to make money. When he found out, he blackmailed her into spending several nights with him, then posted her videos and photos online, claiming he wanted other men to see her true nature. Gina had been his little follower for many years, helping him commit countless despicable acts. Yet somehow, these two terrible people managed to have a happy ending. Unfortunately, my power alone was too weak to change anything. Before falling asleep, Eddie pulled me into his arms and said softly, “Annie, let’s break up.” In the darkness, my voice sounded panicked, though my face remained calm. “Did I do something wrong? Tell me and I’ll fix it. Please, can we not break up?” His tone lifted, carrying a hint of smugness. “Actually, I don’t want to break up with you either. But my company is having cash flow problems, and I don’t want to drag you down. I love you and only want to give you the best life possible.” His voice was tender and affectionate; anyone unaware of the truth would think he loved me deeply. “Silly, we’re a couple, we’re one unit. How much money do you need? Let me see if I can cover your financial gap,” I said. “God, I love you so much.” Eddie hugged me tightly and said, “It’s not that much, just about a million dollars. Don’t worry, once things turn around, I’ll pay you back with interest.” Hearing him ask for so much money right away, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly inside. A million dollars might be more than what a family could earn in a lifetime, but it happens to be about the maximum amount an adult could borrow through high-interest loans. A few days later, I smiled as I placed a bank card in his hand. “There’s two million dollars in here. That should be enough for your company’s cash flow, right?” “You’re so silly, really. For the rest of our lives, I’ll never let you down.” Eddie hugged me, appearing moved, but I clearly saw a flash of contempt in his eyes. What I didn’t expect was that his next test would target my organs. When Eddie called, he sounded extremely anxious on the phone. “Annie, my dad has a terminal illness. What should I do now?” I said, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll come to the hospital right away.” When I arrived at the hospital, I learned that Eddie’s father, Kendrick Hunt, was suffering from acute kidney failure and needed a kidney transplant to survive. But the hospital had no matching kidneys for him. Eddie’s eyes instantly reddened as he collapsed into my arms, devastated. “My dad is the only family I have left. If he dies, I can’t go on living.” Gina stood nearby, crying, “Eddie, Kendrick has always been good to me. I’m willing to give him my kidney.” “You’re not my family. How could I ask you to make such a huge sacrifice?” Eddie held my medical report in his hands, staring directly at me. “Annie, I’ve checked with the doctors. Your kidney is compatible with my father’s. Are you willing?” I was shocked by his shamelessness.

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When my parents decided to divorce, my sister and I had to choose which parent to live with. In my previous life, my sister chose to live with our mother. Despite the hardship and poverty, she became a pottery artist. I chose to follow my father and eventually became a well-known socialite in high society. This time, my sister quickly grabbed our father’s clothes, crying, “Dad, I can’t bear to leave you. I want to go with you!” Her eyes gleamed with mockery as she looked at me. “Julia, go ahead and enjoy your miserable life. Wealth and glory belong to me now!” I just smiled faintly, thinking how naive she was. She didn’t know that I had grown tired of that cautious life where I had to watch my every step. I no longer cared about becoming the so-called premier socialite. ***** When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my parents’ divorce. My mother, Maddison Francis, held out the divorce certificate, looking at my sister Sofia Watson and me with reluctance in her eyes. “We’re divorced now. Julia and Sofia, come with me, and I’ll take good care of you both.” Before I could speak, Sofia had already stepped forward and tightly grabbed our father William Watson’s clothes. “Dad, I can’t bear to part with you. Please take me with you.” Maddison frowned, her face filled with concern. “Sofia, your father is unemployed right now. If you go with him, you might not even have enough to eat. Come with me. You’re my own children, and I’ll always treat you well.” Hearing this, Sofia smirked disdainfully. “So what? Just because Dad doesn’t have a job now doesn’t mean he’ll always be unsuccessful. When he makes money in the future, don’t expect to get any benefits from it.” She then looked up at William with hopeful eyes. “Dad, I believe in you. I’m willing to start from scratch with you. I know we’ll have a good life together!” William’s face lit up with pride as he patted Sofia’s head like he was rewarding her. Maddison sighed helplessly, disappointment evident on her face. I quietly took Maddison’s hand and said obediently, “Mom, I’ll go with you.” In my memory, Maddison had always been good to us. She would cook and do laundry for us, while William rarely came home and never inquired about our lives. Given Sofia’s personality, she should have chosen to go with Maddison without hesitation. As I pondered this, I noticed the mockery in her eyes as she looked at me, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. In that moment, I realized she had been reborn too. After the decision was made, Maddison and William went upstairs to sign the divorce agreement. Sofia glanced at me contemptuously. “Julia, how did it feel to be a socialite? Living a carefree life, being pampered by everyone—wasn’t it nice? Well, too bad. This time it’s my turn to live that life. You can stay in the mud pit with that incompetent mother of yours!” As Sofia happily left hand in hand with William, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. She was celebrating too soon. In my previous life, she had chosen to follow Maddison because she despised William for being unemployed, thinking life would be better that way. However, when Maddison took her to our grandmother Megan’s house in the countryside, she was completely stunned. Megan’s home was extremely remote, nestled deep in the mountains with no neighbors nearby—just their family living there. The living conditions were incredibly primitive: a few wooden posts supporting a grass-covered roof—that was their dwelling. Megan and Maddison made a living by creating pottery. In good months, they might sell a few pieces; in bad months, they struggled to put food on the table. Maddison brought her there to learn pottery from Megan. Sofia would wake up at four every morning, walk ten kilometers through mountain paths to attend the only school, and return home at ten at night, only to practice pottery for another two hours. The word “rest” didn’t exist in her life. Every day, she could only deal with mud—digging it, mixing it, molding it. This reality was completely different from the life she had imagined. She had thought she would become a rich young lady without any worries.

And what she imagined was my life—though in reality, my life was even more luxurious than she had pictured. While she walked mountain paths to school, I sat at my desk waiting for private tutors to come to my home. While she worked in the fields with dirt and soil, I studied nail art, makeup, and hairstyling, eventually opening my own salon. And while she worried about daily expenses, I had already become a top fashion designer. Many people said that Sofia ruined her life by following Maddison, who was born in the countryside. Meanwhile, I chose William and lived a life of wealth. Even Thomas Powell, the rich young man Sofia had secretly loved for years, was just one of many ordinary suitors pursuing me. She hated me for this. She believed I had stolen what should have been hers—the wealth, the status, and the man she loved. She also hated Maddison, unable to understand why Maddison had taken her instead of me. In her rage, she smashed all of Megan’s pottery. One night, she set fire to Megan’s thatched cottage. Maddison and Megan, who had been sound asleep, suffered severe burns and were rushed to the hospital. After doing all this, she happily planned to seek out William, but before she could even meet him, his servants threw her out onto the street, mistaking her for a beggar. As fate would have it, I was shopping with Thomas that day when we ran into her on the street. Blinded by jealousy, she completely lost her mind. She charged at me frantically, shoving me toward the busy road. Just as a vehicle was about to hit me, I grabbed her hand with all my strength. In the end, we both died, only to return to that moment when we had to make our life choices. This time, she didn’t hesitate to choose William—who currently had nothing but would eventually become the greatest philanthropist in the business world. I thought, “Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to let her experience my life firsthand.” ***** After a bus journey that lasted over ten hours, Maddison finally brought me to Megan’s home. Standing at a distance, I saw Megan sitting on a small stool, skillfully working with clay on a pottery wheel. Maddison spoke up, “Mom, we’re here.” Megan merely glanced at us before continuing her work. “Good. Wash your hands and let’s get started,” she said. Without even the most basic pleasantries, she instructed us to begin learning pottery. I followed her directions, washed my hands, and sat beside her, carefully observing her every movement. Kneading, rolling, pinching, squeezing, pressing—in no time, an ordinary lump of clay transformed into a vase in her hands. When she finished, Megan turned to me and asked, “Are you sure you want to learn these crafts from me?” Looking into her eyes, I nodded firmly. “Alright,” she said. “Starting today, you’ll stay here and learn pottery from me, with no time off. If you find it too difficult, you can leave now.” “I’ll study hard,” I replied. No matter what happened, I didn’t want to return to William. Those memories felt like a nightmare I never wanted to experience again. Wearing cheap clothes and straw sandals that Megan had woven, I walked twelve miles of mountain roads to school every day. While studying, I used every spare moment to complete my homework, and when I returned home, I learned pottery at Megan’s side. On rainy days, I would lie on my wooden bed, watching water drip through the cracks in the thatched roof onto the floor, finding even this amusing. On weekends when I had time, I would browse through Megan’s study notes in her room. Despite this intense pace of learning and living, I didn’t feel exhausted. Instead, I felt I had more time to discover the beauty in life and appreciate its simple pleasures. This peaceful existence continued for several months, until the arrival of those two people disrupted everything.

That day, I had just returned home from school when I saw William and Sofia getting out of a custom vehicle. They were covering their noses, their faces clearly showing disgust. William said, “What kind of living environment is this? If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a pig farm.” Sofia replied, “I don’t want to stay in a place like this for even a second. These shoes are custom-made, and this is absolutely not a place where I can linger.” William wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his hair neatly combed back, with an expensive watch on his wrist. He looked every bit the successful businessman. Sofia was dressed in a custom outfit, impeccably styled from head to toe. Looking at me, she said, “Isn’t this Julia? It’s only been a few months since we last met, how did you end up looking like this?” She looked me up and down, her eyes clearly showing disapproval. “Julia, what are these clothes you’re wearing? You look so sloppy.” William said, “See? Without me, you and your mother can’t do anything right.” His tone was full of superiority, as if in their eyes, I was completely worthless. I smiled slightly without explaining anything. How they thought of me was irrelevant; I was content with my current peaceful and fulfilling life. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sofia’s fingers. Despite her decorated nails and elaborate manicure, I immediately recognized that the spaces between her nails had been pricked with needles. I had experienced the same thing. In my previous life, after leaving with William, I discovered he was only using me as a money-making tool. He locked me in an iron cage in the basement, forcing me to read ten books every day, with people specifically assigned to question me afterward. If I couldn’t answer or failed to complete his assigned tasks, he would whip me, stick needles between my nails, pour salt on my wounds, let insects bite my injuries, and lock me in a cage without food or water. Even when I fainted from hunger, he never cared. Beyond that, he strictly controlled every aspect of my life. My existence was in his hands; with the slightest pressure, I could lose my life. According to his requirements, I could only take three bites of any dish, had to show exactly six teeth when smiling, and my smile had to be proper and graceful. At 170 cm tall, I had to maintain a weight of 45 kg, and my nails couldn’t exceed 3 cm in length. Even the frequency of waving when greeting someone, the length of my steps when walking, the angle of my arm movements, and even my breathing rate while sleeping—all were under his surveillance. Any slight deviation would result in extremely cruel punishment. The pain still makes me feel suffocated whenever I think about it. I was certain Sofia was experiencing the same things now. Her fingers trembled slightly as she held her phone, unable to grip it firmly due to the pain between her nails. She wore elaborate clothes that covered her body completely, without an inch of exposed skin. Her face was covered with thick foundation, but red streaks were still visible if you looked closely. The so-called “high society socialite” only appeared glamorous on the surface, while behind the scenes, she lived a life like hell. Thinking about this, my gaze toward her unconsciously filled with sympathy. Sofia said, “Dad, weren’t you supposed to discuss something with Grandma and the others today? Why don’t you go in first? I want to chat with Julia for a bit.” After William left, Sofia walked over and slapped me across the face. I was momentarily stunned by the blow.

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My sister and I lost our parents when we were 17 in a sudden car accident. Our uncle Benjamin Morgan and aunt Bella Bennett each expressed interest in adopting one of us. My sister Hannah didn’t hesitate to choose our uncle who lived abroad. I chose to stay in the country with Bella, who was less financially stable. What Hannah didn’t anticipate was that Benjamin was actually struggling overseas. He only adopted her to get half of our parents’ compensation money. After gambling away that money and quickly losing it all, he abandoned her on the streets, leaving Hannah to end up in the slums. Meanwhile, I continuously earned scholarships and was admitted to the country’s top university with a bright future ahead. When I went abroad to visit her, she dragged me into the deep sea like a madwoman. When I opened my eyes again, I found we had returned to the past, reborn on the day we made our choices. This time, she quickly chose to stay with Bella. But she didn’t know that this was when the real nightmare would begin.***** Bella said, “Hannah, Rachel, this is your uncle, Benjamin. He hasn’t been back to the country for ten years and came back especially for this occasion.” I listened to the familiar voice, feeling completely surreal. It seemed like just a second ago, I was being dragged into the deep sea by Hannah, my nostrils filled with the salty bitterness of seawater. Now I saw relatives and friends dressed in black, holding white flowers. I knew I had been reborn, back to the day of my parents’ funeral after the car accident. Standing before us was Benjamin in a suit, who had rushed back looking travel-worn. He gently stroked Hannah’s and my hair, sighing, “Poor children, you’ve suffered so much. Would either of you like to come with me to study in America?” I looked at Hannah. In our previous life, she had rushed into Benjamin’s arms crying as soon as he walked in. But this time, she clearly avoided Benjamin’s gaze, clutching Bella’s clothes, tears in her eyes, saying, “I… I can’t bear to leave Aunt Bella, or my classmates here.” Before she could finish, her tears had already soaked Bella’s sleeve. Bella hugged her compassionately, comforting her in a gentle voice. But I noticed her lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile. Obviously, she had been reborn too. I turned to Benjamin with a smile and said, “I’d like to go abroad with you.” And so, the guardianship of the twin sisters was decided. After the funeral, Hannah said to me, “You’ve really been made stupid by all that studying. Do you think America is some great place? I never wanted to go there—you just picked up what I rejected.” I didn’t want to argue with her. Hannah thought I had an easy life in our previous existence, but she didn’t know that Bella’s home was actually more dangerous than anywhere else. Still, we each make our own path in life. Hannah and I are twin sisters. Since childhood, our parents often traveled for business. Whenever they returned from trips, they would bring us interesting gifts. Whether it was pretty dresses or cute teddy bears, Hannah always rushed to pick her favorite before I could. Even with two identical dolls, she would choose the one with the rounder, cuter face. When I was little, I would often cry and fight with her, but after every quarrel, our parents would scold me, saying, “Hannah isn’t as healthy as you, don’t fight with her, be good.” At those moments, Hannah would always flash me a smug smile. Her smile seemed to say, “See, I’m the one who’s always favored.” So in our previous life, after our parents died, when Bella rushed overnight from her small city with bags of belongings, Hannah wasn’t actually very welcoming. She quietly organized all her competition certificates from childhood, waiting for the day Benjamin would return. When Benjamin came back, Hannah immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing. When Bella and Benjamin asked about our adoption preferences, Hannah quickly pulled out her prepared certificates and said, “Uncle Benjamin, I’ve always been good at foreign languages, and I can sing and dance too. Rachel only knows how to bury herself in books. America promotes happy education, so I want to go to the United States with you.” Benjamin nodded approvingly as he looked at her certificates, then turned to me and asked, “Rachel, what about you?” I sighed inwardly. Hannah had always performed poorly in school. To ensure she would have opportunities in the future, our family spent a lot of money developing her interests and talents. As for me, my family only said one thing: “Your grades are so good, there’s no need to waste money on extra tutoring.” I said, “I’ll stay with Aunt Bella. The educational environment here is better suited for me.” After our guardianship arrangements were settled, Benjamin immediately took Bella and a lawyer to divide their assets. Once Hannah arrived in America, she entered what seemed like a completely unrestricted environment. The foreign education system emphasized happiness and freedom. Free from heavy coursework and tutoring, she quickly fell in with international students who didn’t care about studying. She spent her days in bars, skipping classes, drinking, and shopping. But before long, she discovered that Benjamin’s middle-class lifestyle was just a facade, and his financial situation was actually terrible. To support Hannah’s extravagant spending, Benjamin had invested all his assets and Hannah’s education fund in the stock market, losing everything. He also became mentally unstable after accumulating high-interest debts, made mistakes at work, and was fired. Benjamin made Hannah withdraw from her expensive private high school, and they had to constantly hide from debt collectors. Without an education, Hannah could only work as an entry-level server at a restaurant. Despite her proud personality, she found herself arguing with coworkers over a few dollars in tips every day. One day, the restaurant’s TV broadcast news about outstanding students from Peking University visiting Ivy League schools for an exchange program. The plate in her hand crashed to the floor. At that moment, I appeared in the center of the screen, smiling brightly. Hannah felt intense jealousy. She couldn’t understand why she had fallen so low while the sister she had always looked down on had achieved success. So when we met again, she killed me without hesitation. During every long night in that poor neighborhood, Hannah would wonder where exactly she had gone wrong. Eventually, she realized that choosing to follow Benjamin to America had been a mistake from the very beginning. This time around, she chose Bella without hesitation. As she wished, I began the overseas journey she had taken in her previous life. This time, she hoped to replace me and become the outstanding student everyone admired, while I would bear all her previous failures and pain—including the endless debt and the never-ending dirty dishes.

Before going abroad, my relationship with Benjamin gradually became more familiar. His daily focus was always on the stock market charts on his phone. I noticed he’d been sighing at his screen frequently, so I deliberately showed him my investment account’s performance curve. Benjamin looked surprised and asked, “Rachel, you have a stock account too?” I nodded and said, “My dad opened this account for me years ago. I’ve been investing my allowance, and I’ve made quite a bit of money now.” In truth, I’d made more than just “quite a bit.” Benjamin stared at my returns, which were dozens of times higher than his, looking thoughtful. I seized the opportunity to make my request: “Uncle Benjamin, could I apply for some of my education funds early? The market is really good right now, but my principal is too small.” Seeing his hesitation, I added, “You can consider it an advance on my living expenses. If I lose any money, I’ll make it up through work-study programs. You won’t suffer any losses.” After hearing this, he smiled and eventually agreed to give me thirty thousand dollars. Looking at the numbers in my account, I began planning. Based on my memories from my previous life, e-commerce and social media would be the booming industries in the future. If I invested now, I’d definitely see substantial profits in a few years. Even without relying on Benjamin later, this money would be enough for me to complete my education in America. After arriving in the US, Benjamin had initially planned for me to attend a local high school with many international students, but I chose a less expensive high school in a neighboring state. This would save on expenses, and Benjamin naturally agreed. For me, the American high school curriculum was very easy. After all, I had already gone through extensive exam preparation in my previous life. I knew that excellent grades alone wouldn’t be enough to get into an Ivy League school. Armed with research knowledge from my previous life, I confidently knocked on the office door of my physics teacher, Melissa Marsh. She was very impressed with my abilities and praised me: “Rachel, you’re the most exceptional high school student I’ve ever met.” Later, she recommended me to her former classmate, a professor currently teaching at Yale University. By the end of the semester, everyone in the high school knew I had the highest GPA and was already involved in a collaborative project with Yale University. The professors held me in high regard. “Rachel, would you like to join us for a vacation in Egypt?” my classmate Jane Hart asked hopefully before summer break. I smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, Jane, but I need to go back to China to visit family.” I wondered how Hannah was doing living with Bella. I didn’t tell anyone in advance about my return to China. After landing and freshening up, I went directly to Bella’s home. As I approached the building, I heard Bella’s mother-in-law, Sarah Pearce, shouting in a shrill voice: “Why isn’t Hannah up yet? The dishes from last night are still piled up—why aren’t they washed?” Then came the sound of someone banging on a door, followed by Hannah’s crying. I frowned. I realized that events were unfolding exactly as they had in my previous life. Sarah was a crude woman from the countryside—ill-tempered, caustic, and extremely stingy. In my previous life, she had been willing to adopt me because I would inherit part of my parents’ estate. Once she got the money, I became a thorn in her side—a “distant relative” still in school who needed financial support. “Sarah, please don’t be angry. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday and forgot to wash the dishes. Hannah has been under a lot of pressure with school lately. Please let her rest a bit longer, and I’ll do the washing,” I overheard Bella explaining in a placating tone as I got closer. Sarah loudly responded, “You two are always ganging up against me, aren’t you?” After saying this, she deliberately sat on the floor, crying and shouting, “You eat my food, live in my house, and now you want to drive me away. Is that fair?” Bella’s family lived in an old walk-up building. By the time I reached their floor, many neighbors had already come out to see what the commotion was about. Since I was an unfamiliar face, a middle-aged man quietly explained the situation to me. Apparently, Hannah not only had to do most of the housework but was also frequently verbally abused by Sarah and Bella’s husband, John. “Sarah makes a scene every time just to force Bella to hand over her money. Ever since they adopted Hannah, there’s been a fight every three or five days, and it all comes down to that small subsidy payment.” I gave a cold smile, realizing their behavior hadn’t changed at all from my previous life.

Just then, I heard Hannah screaming, “I’m not washing the dishes! Why should I wash dishes when I don’t even get to eat?” John rushed out and slapped her twice across the face without mercy. As he was about to deliver a third slap, I caught his hand. He turned to look at me in confusion, noticing how much I resembled Hannah before realizing I was her twin sister. He cursed, “You nosy woman, I’ll hit you too!” He tried to pull his hand away but found he couldn’t break free from my grip. I increased the pressure, and he immediately felt intense pain shooting through his body like an electric current, causing him to cry out loudly. “Rachel?” Bella called out hesitantly when she saw me, then started walking toward me. Meanwhile, Sarah, seeing John in pain, stopped her crying and ran over to try to pry my hand away. I kicked her aside with one foot. At that moment, John tried to retaliate but accidentally hit Bella, who was approaching to mediate. Already pale, she collapsed to the ground unconscious. I quickly knocked down both Sarah and John with kicks, then shouted to Hannah, “Call an ambulance, now!” Sarah angrily said, “What ambulance? Going to the hospital costs too much money. Bella’s just too pampered. She’s so fragile—she should do more housework.” Seeing Hannah’s hesitation, I stopped arguing and directly called emergency services myself. While waiting for the ambulance, Sarah looked at me and said, “You look so much like Hannah. Are you her sister who went to the United States?” I didn’t deny it, and she continued in a forceful tone, “Since we’re relatives, and you’ve beaten me and John like this, we’ll reduce the medical expenses for you—just give us twenty thousand dollars.” I replied, “Medical expenses? Sure, let’s call the police right now.” I continued, “We can calculate exactly how many times you’ve hit Hannah and Aunt Bella over the years, and while we’re at it, we can discuss your child abuse. After all, the neighbors can testify.” I pretended to take out my phone to call the police. The surrounding neighbors began criticizing Sarah’s past behavior. One neighbor said, “Sarah, didn’t you beat Bella until she miscarried before?” Another neighbor added, “Yeah, and just a few days ago, you locked Hannah outside in the cold.” Seeing everyone condemning her, Sarah’s expression changed. She was the type who only dared to lose her temper at home but would lose her nerve when facing formal situations or legal authorities, especially since her mistreatment of Bella and Hannah was undeniable. Seeing the situation, John quickly stepped in to stop me, saying, “Hey, we’re all family here. Let’s not make a big deal out of this.” Seeing them back down, I didn’t say anything more, but I was extremely worried looking at Bella’s colorless face. At the hospital, the doctor examined her and announced that Bella was pregnant. I was shocked. In my previous life, she never got pregnant after adopting me. And shortly after I started college, she divorced John. I wasn’t sure if this child would be a blessing or a curse for Bella. Meanwhile, Bella slowly regained consciousness amid Sarah and John’s laughter. When she heard the news of her pregnancy, her face lit up with joy. Sarah happily said, “Bella, you finally have good news.” Her face was wrinkled with smiles. John chimed in, “You must give birth to a son to continue our family line.” Bella nodded repeatedly, tears seemingly glistening in her eyes. She had insisted on marrying John years ago but had been unable to conceive for many years, making her feel like she had failed him. It was precisely this guilt that allowed Sarah to control her all this time. I walked into the hospital room, interrupting their cheerful family moment. “Aunt Bella, how are you feeling now? Should we call the doctor to check on you again?” Bella turned to look at me, gripping my hand tightly. “Rachel, I’m fine now. Thank you for today.” I smiled and shook my head. Bella looked at Hannah standing beside me and took her hand as well. “Hannah, I’m pregnant now. You’ll have a little cousin soon.” I noticed Hannah forcing a smile, though her eyes remained cold. Sarah saw this and laughed coldly. “I knew she wouldn’t be genuinely happy for us. She doesn’t care about this family at all.” She added smugly, “But Hannah, whether you’re happy or not, from now on, you’ll be responsible for all the housework. We can’t let Bella get too tired, or it might affect the baby’s health. You’d better be careful.” Bella quietly protested, “I’m not that fragile. I can still do housework. Hannah is still young.” John chimed in, “Don’t argue. Mom is right. We can’t risk anything affecting you or the baby. Hannah, we’ve raised you for all these years. Now it’s time for you to repay us.” Seeing the family’s apparent harmony, Hannah lowered her head and remained silent. I called her out of the hospital room and asked, “Hannah, is this the life you fought so hard for?” My words struck a nerve, and she angrily retorted, “Rachel, what gives you the right to mock me?” She looked down at my T-shirt and jeans, smirking. “You’re dressed so poorly. Looks like your life abroad isn’t going so well either.” Hannah hadn’t changed—still the same person who judged by appearances, loved to argue, but lacked capability. I didn’t want to argue with her, only reminding her to take good care of Bella and to call the police immediately if anyone in the family became violent again. Hannah impatiently scoffed, a flash of hostility in her eyes. “Stop pretending to be the good person here. Take care of your own life first.” A few days later, I heard Bella had been discharged. When I visited her home, I expected to face Hannah’s sarcasm again, but surprisingly, she welcomed me with a smile. I chatted with Bella for a long time, noticing her face was still pale, so I prepared to leave. During our conversation, Hannah had been busy cooking in the kitchen. Hearing me open the door, she actually offered to walk me out—a first. Bella looked pleased at this. “You two should chat for a bit. I’ll prepare something for you when you get back, Hannah.” Despite my protests, she smiled and pushed us out the door before heading back to the kitchen. Walking through the old neighborhood with Hannah, neither of us spoke. Suddenly, something felt off. Hannah didn’t just seem to dislike me and not want to talk. She was pale, cold sweat on her forehead, looking extremely nervous and uneasy. I grabbed her hand and demanded, “What have you done?” Her eyes darted away as she stammered, “You’re talking nonsense! I haven’t done anything!” With a growing sense of dread, I pulled her back toward Bella’s house. Hannah struggled desperately, but she was no match for me with my black belt in Taekwondo. When we returned to Bella’s home, we witnessed a shocking scene. Bella lay at the kitchen doorway, the lower half of her body in a pool of blood, her eyes unfocused—she had passed out from pain. We rushed her to the hospital as quickly as possible, but the doctor’s diagnosis was that Bella had already miscarried.

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My parents both died in a car accident. The only people willing to adopt my sister and me were the surgeon who performed their operation and the debt collector who came to collect what they owed. My sister said to me, “I’ve never been able to bear seeing others suffer. My biggest dream is to become a doctor and save lives. Please let me fulfill this dream.” She deliberately chose the respectable-looking doctor, pushing me toward the debt collector to pay off our parents’ debts. But she later discovered that the doctor not only lived in poverty but also required her to dissect various animals daily to practice her skills. My sister’s life became extremely difficult. Meanwhile, following the debt collector’s arrangements, I married his son and became part of his family, appearing prosperous to outsiders. My sister grew intensely jealous and poisoned me during one of our meetings. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day of our parents’ accident. This time, my sister rushed to choose the debt collector, saying she wanted to become part of his family. I remained silent, thinking, “Someone as hypocritical as her perhaps needs that kind of environment to truly understand what real life is.” ***** After drinking the juice, my throat immediately swelled, making it difficult to breathe. I desperately turned to my sister, Amelie Hughes, for help. But she covered my mouth with her hand and said, “Scarlett, just hold on a little longer. It’ll get better soon. Ambulance resources are limited—if they come for you, what about people with heart attacks or car accidents?” Fighting through the excruciating pain, I broke free from her grip and desperately cried out, “The juice is poisoned! Help me!” She frantically slapped me hard, shouting, “Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!” Pinned to the ground by her, I couldn’t make a sound and closed my eyes in suffocation and despair. Afterward, she also drank the juice and lay quietly on the floor, waiting for death. With her dying breath, she still scolded me harshly, “Scarlett, you’re so inconsiderate. If you say the juice is poisoned, how will the store stay in business?” But that juice was something she had brought—it had nothing to do with the store. When I opened my eyes again, Amelie was clinging tightly to the arm of a heavily tattooed man, her face full of desperate eagerness as she said, “Mr. Bernard, my parents are gone, and they can’t repay what they owed you. But I’m willing to pay their debt. I’ll go with you. Scarlett is incompetent—she’s not suitable for debt repayment.” Her tone was filled with pitiful helplessness. Looking at her face, so similar to mine yet suddenly younger by more than a decade, I understood. I had returned to the past—to many years ago, the day our parents had the accident. Dr. Matthew Murray, the surgeon who operated on my parents, was trying to persuade her with regret on his face, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I can take care of both of you.” As he spoke, he glanced at Wyatt Bernard, the debt collector standing nearby. Wyatt had a buzz cut, wore thick gold chains, and had tattoos covering his arms. His speech was crude—the typical image of a thug. Matthew couldn’t imagine what fate awaited the girls in his hands. In my previous life, when Wyatt was about to take me away, Matthew had said the same thing out of compassion. But before I could agree, Amelie quickly told me, “You can’t. It’s already difficult enough for Dr. Murray to adopt someone unrelated to him like me. He can’t adopt you too—the burden would be too great. Besides, Mom and Dad did owe Mr. Bernard money. If he leaves empty-handed after coming to collect, that wouldn’t be fair to him either. Scarlett, you’ve always been stronger than me. I’m too weak. I believe if our parents were still here, they would want you to go with Mr. Bernard.”

Her words sounded sweet, but she was just worried that Wyatt wouldn’t collect his debt and would trouble her again, affecting her future life. So she pushed me toward the creditor Wyatt while choosing the seemingly respectable and reliable Matthew for herself. But this time, she not only actively chose Wyatt, but also spoke mockingly about Matthew’s kindness, “Dr. Murray, with that meager fixed salary of yours, how could you possibly support anyone? By not going with you, I’m actually doing you a favor.” I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous life, after learning that I was living better than her, she grew jealous and poisoned my juice, intending for us to die together. No one expected that we would both return to the past. So this time, she not only chose Wyatt earlier than I could, but before leaving, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Scarlett, our last life was so unfair. I’ve always been a good person, so why did I end up worse off than you? This time things are finally fair. Heaven has seen my efforts, and now it’s my turn to live the good life.” She continued, “As for you, spend the rest of your life with those frogs and lab rats.” She walked away with a spring in her step, as if afraid I might change my mind and steal her choice. But in reality, I could barely hold back my laughter. She had no idea how much I had envied her in our previous life—her becoming a doctor, having a respectable profession, being someone people looked up to. Meanwhile, I had merely been a tool for the Bernard family, outwardly glamorous but living a chaotic life without dignity. So when Matthew asked if I wanted to become a doctor after she left, I nodded firmly. I instinctively looked at my hands. Now, there were no tattoos from cigarette burns or knife scars, no uncontrollable trembling. I could finally use my hands to save people. I thought, “Good. This is perfect.” At the same time, Amelie’s laughter echoed through the hospital corridor. She said, “Mr. Bernard, do you really want me to marry that man, Ryan Lewis? I’m willing, of course I’m willing!” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile. In our previous life, Amelie only saw my outward glamour. She had no idea that behind closed doors, my marriage with Ryan was extremely painful, almost a disaster. I wondered, “Why is she so eager to embrace this kind of life?”

To become a doctor, I first needed to get into medical school. So after completing the adoption paperwork, Matthew sent me back to school to continue my studies. What I didn’t expect was that Amelie would return to the same school. The first thing she said to me after returning was: “Scarlett, tell me, what type of girls does Ryan like?” She also said: “Although we’ve had some unpleasant incidents in the past, I am still your sister after all. You should want me to be happy, right?” She made it sound like we’d just had some minor disagreements. But in reality, she had personally poisoned me. I couldn’t be bothered with her and had nothing to tell her anyway. Ryan didn’t like me, so I had no idea what kind of girls he preferred. But to force me to talk, Amelie began targeting me at school in various ways. Not only did she gather allies to spread rumors about me, but she also wrote insulting words on my desk and chair, like “schemer” and “ungrateful.” Later, she even mocked me in front of classmates and gave me nicknames. I didn’t respond to any of it, which I found amusing. Her tactics were so childish, like something an elementary school student would do. They posed no threat to me whatsoever. I wasn’t a child anymore; I had more important things to do. Like studying. After being reborn, it had been over ten years since I last attended school, and suddenly having to prepare for college entrance exams was extremely difficult for me. I wished I had twenty-four hours a day just to study. When Amelie saw I wasn’t responding, she started using softer methods to disturb me. She came to talk to me every day with different approaches: “Scarlett, you’re not really planning to become a doctor, are you? That profession has no future and doesn’t make much money.” She continued: “Look at me. Since joining the Bernard family, I get new luxury items every day. After I marry Ryan, my life will be even more wealthy. Now tell me…” Before she could finish, I interrupted her: “Mmhmm, I wish you both happiness. May you never part.” I clutched my test papers, not even looking up. Her words and actions were like punching a pillow—they had no effect on me whatsoever. This only made her more jealous and suspicious of me. She began to mock me: “All you do is study, you’re so rigid. What’s the use of studying anyway?” She questioned me further: “Oh, are you trying to use your education to get close to Ryan again, to reclaim everything you once had? Let me tell you, that’s impossible. The Bernard family isn’t…” I calmly replied: “No, I won’t fight for any of that anymore. It’s all yours, just don’t disturb my studies.” She became so angry that she tore up my test papers on the spot and shouted: “Why can you live so calmly? What are you pretending to be? Scarlett, you’re always like this. Do you really think you can have a better life than me this time?” Looking at the shredded paper on the floor, I sighed helplessly: “Amelie, who’s comparing themselves to whom? You live your life, and I’ll live mine. Do you think everyone is like you, only wanting to rely on men for their livelihood?” I added: “Besides, if you really want to depend on Ryan, you should spend more time getting to know him instead of bothering me. You don’t study, you don’t pursue him, why do you spend every day pestering me? Are you trying to build a relationship with me?” She was left speechless, then angrily slammed the table and stormed out of the classroom. I thought she wouldn’t come looking for me again after that. But the next day, she appeared before me again: “Scarlett, are you really not going to help me? We’re sisters. If Mom and Dad were still here, they would be very disappointed to see you like this.” When she suddenly mentioned my parents, my heart sank. Although many years had passed, my deceased parents remained the softest, most sensitive part of my heart. So I took a deep breath and told her: “Amelie, I really don’t know what type of women Ryan likes. Honestly, I even doubt he likes women at all.” I spoke very sincerely, and this was the truth. But she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears, emotionally shouting: “Scarlett, so you still blame me for killing Mom and Dad, don’t you?” I was completely bewildered. I only noticed that the entire class was staring at me. When I turned to look at her, I caught a glimpse of a satisfied smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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From fourteen to twenty-nine, I stood by Owen Brown as he rose from a struggling illegitimate son to become the head of the Brown family. Yet when he reunited with Kayla Watson, the ex-girlfriend who had abandoned him, he didn’t hesitate to ask me for a divorce. Owen said, “Nicole, the lifestyle you’ve enjoyed all these years should have been hers.” Faced with his pressure, I quietly tucked away his cancer diagnosis and coldly watched them spend his final days together. But after his death, his soul lingered, still hovering around me. ***** “Kayla is back.” “Nicole, I want a divorce.” Owen said this while I was still holding the chocolate cake from the south side of town that I’d just bought. This chocolate cake was extremely popular, but since Owen loved it, I had waited in line for three hours to get it for him. Now he wanted a divorce. I stood frozen, not even putting down the chocolate cake in my hand. “Owen, have you lost your mind?” I said. “I’ve been with you for fifteen years.” “Back then, Kayla betrayed you multiple times for that million dollars and almost got you killed.” “Now you want to divorce me for her?” Hearing my words, Owen suddenly smashed the water glass on the table and said, “Enough!” “Kayla already told me her mother was critically ill back then, and she had no choice.” “Nicole, do you think she’s as cold-blooded as you?” “You even turned your back on your own birth mother.” I stood stunned, looking at his disgusted and determined expression, feeling nothing but heartache. Years ago, my father was an alcoholic gambler, and my mother tried to sell me for money to run away with her lover. If I hadn’t noticed and escaped in time, I might have been dead already. But in Owen’s eyes, these experiences somehow became my fault. Meanwhile, Kayla, who had betrayed and deceived him multiple times, had become an innocent and kind-hearted person in his mind. I clenched my fists, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind, but ultimately I choked back tears as I reached out to grab the hem of Owen’s shirt. “Owen,” I asked, “can we please not get divorced?” Owen shook off my hand and said impatiently, “Impossible.” “Nicole, I’m informing you, not asking. You have no right to refuse.” “You should prepare to hand over your work at the company as soon as possible.” The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the empty mansion. I sat on the cold floor, feeling like this whole situation was absurdly ridiculous. Owen didn’t come home that night. My phone rang in the middle of the night. I answered—it was Kayla calling. She said, “Nicole, you’ve schemed and plotted all these years.” “Thank you for cultivating such a loyal servant for me.” After mocking me, she quickly switched to a pitiful tone: “Owen, is Nicole still unwilling to let us be together?” “I really had no choice back then.” “Someone as selfish and greedy for wealth as her would never understand you.” I heard Owen’s disparaging words about me: “If she won’t agree to the divorce, I’ll find a way to force her out with nothing.” Then came the disgusting sound of heavy breathing. I hung up immediately and ran to the bathroom to throw up. Afterward, I slid down to the floor and pulled out the crumpled diagnosis paper from my pocket. The diagnosis stated that Owen was in the late stages of cancer. If Owen had actually cared about me, he would have noticed my unusual behavior. That chocolate cake from the south side was far too sweet—doctors had long advised him against eating overly sweet or greasy foods, which is why I never let him eat this cake before, let alone wait in line for hours to buy it for him. When I received the diagnosis at the hospital, I felt utterly hopeless.

I stood by Owen for fifteen years, gradually helping him become the power holder of the Brown family that he is today. I clutched the diagnosis report and rushed everywhere, hoping for a miracle, only to receive disappointing answers each time. That’s why I personally bought that chocolate cake, wanting to tell Owen about this, but never expected he would give me such a shocking surprise. My initial breakdown and panic disappeared after witnessing Owen’s heartlessness. I feel fortunate now. I gripped the diagnosis report and shakily stood up. My phone lit up again. Susan Thompson sent me a screenshot. It was a screenshot of Owen posting a photo of himself and Kayla together on social media. He wrote: [I’m so grateful you’ve returned to me. True love isn’t afraid of the passage of time.] Looking at the glaring photo and text, I felt sick. I thought, “True love? Were those fifteen years we spent together just torture in his eyes?” I suddenly remembered how we endured everyone’s mockery when we first got together. Back then, Owen was the despised illegitimate son who was constantly suppressed, and I was the troubled girl. During his career development, countless people predicted Owen would abandon me. But each time, he would hold my hand tightly and tell me firmly, “Nicole, I will never let you down.” His promises were so resolute back then. I watched him struggle and persevere, fulfilling each promise he made to me. Owen gave me a grand wedding, romantic surprises, and the status of his wife. I thought we would grow old together like this, only to discover it was all just my wishful thinking. ***** Seeing that I hadn’t replied, Susan called me directly. She asked, “Nicole, what’s going on? How is Owen with Kayla now?” I wiped the tears from my face and told her everything. Susan has been my best friend since childhood and knows everything about Owen and me. After hearing what I said, she couldn’t help but curse angrily, “What is Kayla playing at? She claims she had her reasons, but she never explained in all these years. Now that Owen officially controls the Brown family, Kayla suddenly starts talking about her hardships? And he actually believes her?” “Susan, as long as he believes her words, it becomes the truth,” I sighed softly. I continued slowly, “Kayla’s lies don’t need to be clever; Owen wants to believe them. Besides, Owen is already in the late stages of cancer.” Susan remained silent for a long time before finally asking, “Will you forgive them for this reason? Does his terminal illness give him the right to do whatever he wants?” The faint sound of crying made me feel helpless. I think I understand why Susan reacted this way. She once had a very happy family—wealthy background, loving parents. Like a carefree princess, her biggest worry each day was deciding which dress to wear. Later, Susan’s father, Eric Thompson, was in a car accident. After three days of emergency treatment and more than half a month in the ICU, he suddenly asked Susan’s mother, Debra Green, for a divorce. He said, “After facing death, I realized who I truly love. Life is short, and I don’t want to betray my own heart.” It was then that Susan and Debra discovered Eric had been having an affair and had a daughter only a year younger than Susan. Eric and his mistress had grown up together. Years later, they reconnected, despite both having their own families.

Love born from pain and entanglement becomes infinitely more precious. Debra was on the verge of collapse. She never imagined her own husband had been having an affair for over ten years. What they called love was even painful in his eyes. No matter how others tried to persuade him, Eric insisted on divorce. In the end, he left behind Debra, who had become mentally unstable from the breakdown, and Susan, who was exhausted from caring for her. And Susan’s half-sister was none other than Kayla. My current situation must have triggered her memories of the past. I softly reassured Susan, “Susan, I won’t agree to the divorce. Without me, Owen couldn’t have inherited the Brown family business so smoothly. He won’t easily leave me with nothing.” Kayla overestimated love’s importance to me. Compared to such an intangible thing, the wealth and power I already possessed mattered far more. ***** Upon learning I wouldn’t agree to the divorce, Owen became furious. He wanted to remove me from my position. But I also owned shares in the Brown Group, and I was managing the most important project for the company over the next three years. Owen couldn’t provide sufficient reasons to convince the board to dismiss me, so he fought against me relentlessly. He was already addicted to work, and to defeat me, he spent most of his day at the company. Meanwhile, Kayla couldn’t handle my provocations and would throw tantrums whenever Owen didn’t respond to her messages. A reclaimed love is precious. Owen had no choice but to appease Kayla while rushing to complete his work while she rested. Beyond that, he seemed determined to compensate Kayla for the luxury she had missed. Jewelry from auction houses, designer handbags from luxury stores, and even a multi-million-dollar mansion were all gifted to Kayla. Rumors about my marital problems with Owen quickly spread throughout New York. I knew these were all Owen’s provocations against me. He understood better than anyone my devotion to our promises and took pleasure in humiliating me this way. Kayla, eager to prove that she and Owen shared true love, created an online account specifically to share their history. How he secretly loved her in his youth but was too insecure to approach her. How Kayla, proud since childhood, missed her true love due to a momentary stubbornness and misunderstanding. How they reunited years later and, despite numerous obstacles, couldn’t help being drawn to each other and falling in love. In Kayla’s stories, I was portrayed as the villain who deliberately created misunderstandings that drove them apart. According to her narrative, even my refusal to divorce now was attributed to my vanity. Because of these rumors, Kayla quickly attracted over a million followers. Many believed her words and angrily insulted me on my social media accounts, some even threatening me to force me into divorce. Susan was furious about this and tried to report it to the police several times, but I stopped her. I watched as Owen eagerly introduced Kayla to high society. Everyone talked about how happy Owen was now, completely different from the reserved man he had been with me. People’s attitudes gradually changed, and some even gently suggested I agree to the divorce. I chose to ignore all of these comments. Outsiders love to gossip about others’ private affairs because they don’t know how much the person involved has suffered. They just want her to abandon years of dedication to fulfill some so-called perfect love story. Just as this matter was being widely discussed, Owen died.

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My mother saved Vivian Palmer’s life, and in return, the Palmer family promised to unite our families through marriage. My sister was eager to marry into the Palmer family, only to discover her husband was merely an unwanted illegitimate son. Shortly after the wedding, she ended up homeless. After I graduated from a top university, the true heir of the Palmer family proposed to me. During a press conference, my sister rushed forward and pushed me down the stairs, but she lost her footing and fell as well. After being reborn, she pretended to be generous by giving me the opportunity to marry into the Palmer family, yet whispered spitefully in my ear, “Jeanette, enjoy this life of luxury for me.” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Palmer family came to discuss marriage arrangements with us. Vivian Palmer was helped out of her luxury car, surrounded by suited bodyguards that my father envied greatly. Behind her stood Herbert Palmer, the youngest son of the Palmer family. With his refined demeanor and handsome features, he wore the latest Patek Philippe watch, his bespoke suit enhancing his extraordinary presence. The Palmer family was Chicago’s wealthiest, leading the national household products industry with assets exceeding ten billion dollars. This elite family, previously only seen in magazines and on television, now stood at our doorstep, wanting to join our families through marriage. My mother was overjoyed and quickly pushed my prettier sister forward. But surprisingly, my sister didn’t step forward. With a stern face, under everyone’s gaze, she declared righteously, “Mom, I don’t want to take shortcuts. I want to achieve success through my own efforts! Marriage and happiness aren’t for trading. Since I seem to be the only one who feels this way, let Jeanette go instead.” Everyone was shocked, especially my parents. Bethany Yates had always been competitive, constantly trying to outdo me in everything, yet today she suddenly seemed like a different person, yielding to me. But I already knew her true intentions. Expressionless, I packed my belongings, grabbed just one travel bag, and got into the car arranged by the Palmer family. My parents’ confusion was justified. In my previous life, Bethany had dressed impeccably to marry into the Palmer family and, with my parents’ support, had made quite an impression on the Palmers. Not only that, to prevent any mishaps, she had spread rumors about me, smearing my reputation by claiming I led a promiscuous lifestyle. I became a laughingstock, while she appeared elegant and noble by comparison. She had thought that after marrying into wealth, a privileged life and high social status awaited her—a fairy-tale romance with the handsome, rich Herbert that would blossom after marriage. But what awaited her instead were countless dirty, sordid affairs within the wealthy family. Vivian had only allowed a girl of ordinary background like her to marry Herbert because he was an illegitimate son without any power or status. Bethany not only failed to access the Palmer fortune but also faced daily humiliation from others. “A filthy, lowly rat like you doesn’t deserve to be part of the Palmer family.” “A cheap whore and a bastard no one wants to acknowledge—what a perfect match!” Unable to bear the torment, she blamed everything on Herbert, physically and verbally abusing him, and even trying to seduce other Palmer heirs. But a girl like her, with nothing but good looks and no other qualities, ultimately became just a plaything for rich young men, discarded once they grew bored. When Herbert’s older brother Cedric Palmer took control, both of them were thrown out. Bethany went to Cedric begging for mercy, foolishly thinking she could trade her body for wealth, only to face deeper humiliation. “Being with a dirty, cheap gold-digger makes me sick. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re after. I’m not as stupid as Herbert—not every woman deserves to be with me.” Meanwhile, I endured that dark period, studying diligently at the University of Chicago, eventually graduating with honors as the only student that year with a perfect GPA, receiving countless job offers. Later, at a presentation, I caught Cedric’s attention. He pursued me intensely and gave me a nationwide, spectacular wedding. Bethany, left with nothing, finally snapped. At my wedding, she pushed me down the stairs, but fell herself in the process. Living this life again, she made her choice early, decisively rejecting Herbert to follow the path I had taken in my previous life. She knew that although she would have to endure years of tedious studying, once she connected with Cedric, she could change her destiny. Watching me leave, Bethany’s face revealed a mocking, triumphant smile. “This time, you can enjoy this life of luxury for me, my dear sister. And I will take back everything that should have been mine!”

I had long prepared myself to be ostracized and tormented by the rest of the Palmer family. So when they poured scalding hot soup on me and ordered me to stand in the yard as punishment, I didn’t say a word and silently complied. It had snowed all night, and as I stood on the freezing stone pavement, the sensation in my feet changed from stinging pain to numbness, until I completely lost all feeling. “I’ve seen plenty of women like you who scheme to marry above their station,” Jessica Palmer, the second daughter of the Palmer family, said with her arms crossed, looking at me coldly, her tone full of mockery. “You’re just a child from an ordinary family, and no matter who you marry, that fact will never change.” I was starving, my stomach practically touching my spine, and even the household servants stood nearby laughing at me. Jessica took a plate of leftover food and casually tossed it at my feet, as if feeding a dog. “Hey, eat up. It’s my treat to you.” Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted around me, and countless malicious gazes fell upon me. I looked down at the cold food on the ground without saying a word. Suddenly someone shouted, “Cedric is back!” Those people scattered immediately. A pair of polished black handcrafted leather shoes appeared before my eyes. I looked up to see Cedric’s handsome face. In my previous life, those eyes that once looked at me with tenderness were now as cold as the ice beneath my legs, regarding me without emotion. He only glanced at me once before looking away as if I were trash. Those immaculate leather shoes stepped right over the food in front of me without hesitation. Life in the Palmer family meant I was treated worse than a servant. No wonder Bethany refused to marry Herbert in this life. But regardless, I was still Herbert’s wife in name. In front of outsiders, they had to pretend to get along with me. I walked into the hall with the Palmer family, watching as they were guided to the VIP seats by the event organizers, while I could only sit in the farthest corner. This college innovation and entrepreneurship competition was jointly sponsored by several large enterprises, with Palmer Group holding the highest position. Sitting at the end, I listened to the speeches with boredom. For a chemistry genius like me, these students’ ideas were far too naive, and I started to feel drowsy after listening for a short while. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. “As people increasingly pursue natural and healthy lifestyles, I believe all-natural ingredients will become the mainstream trend in the future cosmetics industry.” Bethany stood on stage, speaking confidently. Her glossy, smooth hair was tied in a high ponytail, with a few strands deliberately left loose around her face to frame it perfectly. Her poised, confident presentation and excellent content won a round of applause from the audience. I looked toward Cedric, who sat in the front row, staring intently at the girl on stage, his eyes full of admiration. “Bethany, may I ask if the honeysuckle extract you mentioned was developed by you alone?” Bethany turned, slightly bowing her head with a hint of shyness as she nodded. Her white dress swayed gently with her movement, making her look pure and gentle, like a white jasmine flower. “Yes, it took me a year of research to develop it.” If the setting had allowed it, I would have laughed out loud. In my previous life, the technology that made me famous took countless professors and graduate students at the University of Chicago nearly ten years to research. Even though I ultimately completed it, I never dared to take all the credit or claim others’ hard work as my own. For Bethany to claim she did this alone in just one year, she would have to be a genius among geniuses. But I knew too well that she wasn’t. The audience, however, was none the wiser. Unsurprisingly, Bethany won first place in the competition and successfully secured an internship at Palmer Group. Cedric looked down at her, his eyes full of appreciation. The two chatted intimately, and when amused, Bethany covered her mouth as she laughed softly, looking as pure as a girl in an oil painting. Everyone present was shrewd enough to understand but chose not to point out the obvious. They collectively ignored the adult male desire evident in Cedric’s eyes. Bethany walked up to me, deliberately adjusting the suit jacket draped over her shoulders—Cedric’s jacket. “Jeanette, how are you adjusting to life in high society?” She certainly knew I was being ostracized, as she had experienced it all in her previous life. In my previous life, she had approached me the same way after I had just finished a press conference and been hired by Palmer Group with a high salary, saying, “No matter how proud you are, you’re just an employee. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never match my status!” But in this life, she changed her approach, proudly saying, “I don’t want to depend on anyone. I want to achieve my dreams through my own abilities.” With that, she turned and walked away. I raised an eyebrow. Cedric was standing nearby and heard what she said. A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Bethany and Cedric left one after another. But I couldn’t care less where they went. I took my business cards and, following my memories from my previous life, went looking for people who could help advance my career. Everyone at the event was an industry leader who knew exactly who I was, and naturally, none of them thought much of me. I felt neither shame nor anger, and I ignored the hateful glares from the Palmer family members who looked like they wanted to tear me apart. After all, I was now part of the Palmer family too. My humble demeanor was what they found so shameful. Without Herbert around, I was just a country girl with the title of his wife. These people certainly wouldn’t treat me kindly. Despite being rejected repeatedly, I patiently continued to introduce my ideas. In my previous life, Bethany thought she could only establish herself in the Palmer family through Herbert, spending her days playing mind games with the other women. This only made everyone despise her and think she lacked proper upbringing. But I knew that to secure my position in the Palmer family, I needed undeniable capability, not connections. On the way home, Jessica deliberately brought up my attempts to network with the influential guests. “Jeanette, I can see you have big ambitions. How many business cards did you hand out?” I ignored the mockery in her words, mentally going through the list of people who had once collaborated with me in my previous life. Right now, they were just college students with startups who couldn’t even get through the front door of Palmer Group. Jessica burst into unrestrained laughter. “Jeanette, low-class people will always be low-class. No matter how hard you try, we’ll only ever see you as a joke.” But I didn’t think she was right. I gave her an awkward but polite smile. Whether they accepted me or not didn’t matter at all. Because I didn’t even plan on keeping the Palmer family in my sights. Although Herbert and I were married, we didn’t have a true marital relationship. In my previous life, Bethany always complained that Herbert was useless, so my impression of him was filled with negative words like “spineless,” “weak,” and “worthless.” But after living with him, I discovered he wasn’t like that at all. When he learned that my parents had forced me to marry him, he immediately accepted my proposal for a marriage of convenience. Though we lived together, we were more like friends. As an illegitimate son, he was ostracized by the rest of the Palmer family, with no dignity or status—but he had money. “My father gave my mother a black card before. After she passed away, the card became mine.” “I know you’ve endured a lot of hardship during my absence. I have no other way to make it up to you except through money. Do you mind?” How could I mind? I was more than happy! Herbert wasn’t skilled at running a company; his real talent was programming. But in the Palmer family’s eyes, this ability had no value. So he had to leave early and return late every day looking for work, and even with a bank’s black card in his hand, he feared that one day this security would be taken away. In my previous life, Bethany looked down on him, mocked him coldly, and joined his family in ostracizing him. His concern touched me deeply. “Okay,” I nodded with a smile, accepting the card. “Thank you. If you ever need my help, I’ll do everything I can.” I invested the money in several small startups. No one paid attention to these companies founded by young people. They were like specks of dust in the storms raised by these large corporations, too insignificant to notice. Everyone thought these fragile seedlings would soon wither and die. This amount of money was trivial to the Palmer family, and they didn’t pay much attention. But for us, it was a matter of life and death. Because I planned to recreate the technology that had shocked the industry in my previous life. I rented a laboratory. Although I lacked baseline data, I had performed those experiments countless times before—they were etched into my bones. Back then, I practically lived in libraries and labs, surviving on cheap instant coffee. I could reproduce the entire experimental process with my eyes closed. This was why Bethany could never replicate my success from my previous life. I heard that Cedric invited Bethany Yates to dinner, but she declined, saying she had evening study sessions. The next day, rumors spread throughout the school that the heir to a top-tier wealthy family was pursuing Bethany. Bethany quickly denied it, but the more desperately she tried to distance herself, the more others believed it was true. She was quite clever in this regard. Cedric never lacked women, especially those who threw themselves at him. In my previous life, the main reason he took interest in me was because I was different. My calm demeanor, innocence, passion for research, and indifference to power intrigued him and even sparked his desire to conquer. In this life, Bethany was attempting the same strategy. Her playing-hard-to-get attitude successfully caught Cedric’s attention. She knew men always obsess over what they can’t have. I lay on my memory foam mattress, enjoying the comfort of its massage mode. My hair felt fresh, smooth, and glossy after a scalp treatment. Meanwhile, Bethany was probably lying on that hard little bed at home, plotting her next move to win Cedric over. I smiled to myself, thinking, “She has no idea what ugly truths lie behind the marriage she so desperately wants.” In my previous life, it took me a long time to realize that someone like Cedric, who had fought in the business world for years, wouldn’t marry me simply because I was “pure and kind.” It wasn’t until after our marriage—when he confined me at home, forbade me from working, stole all my research achievements, and tried to force me to conduct research exclusively for him—that I understood his true intentions. When I refused, he finally showed his true colors. He kept me under house arrest, confiscated all my communication devices, and stripped away my freedom. Every day, I could only stare at four white walls and gaze longingly at the sunlight through that small window. Later, when I developed mental health issues, he didn’t spare me. Instead, he held press conferences to gain sympathy, exploiting my suffering to squeeze out whatever value I had left. Perhaps he had genuine feelings at some point, and that faint affection was real. But his emotions were too light, too shallow—so fragile they couldn’t withstand any clash with his interests. I’m curious how he’ll treat Bethany once he sees through everything, and whether Bethany can endure his torment. Because of my “restlessness,” the Palmer family’s hostility toward me became increasingly obvious. Before, they would restrain themselves out of respect for Vivian when they tried to make things difficult for me. But now, they probably knew that even Cedric disliked me, so they became completely uninhibited. They cut up my clothes, deliberately humiliated me at parties, spat in my food, and even set my hair on fire in public, standing around watching me frantically put it out while laughing uncontrollably. They believed they had every right to punish this “gold digger,” to teach a lesson to this lowly woman who dared to taint their noble bloodline. But I didn’t show the panic they expected. I watched them like children playing cruel pranks, without a trace of fear in my eyes. I cut off all my long hair in front of everyone. When my hair fell to the ground, I saw Cedric standing at the doorway with a complex expression. His gaze was dark and unreadable, churning with emotions I couldn’t decipher, as if wondering how long I would endure for the Palmer family’s money. ***** Actually, I wasn’t just putting on a brave face. After being slandered in my previous life, the bullying I endured was far worse than what I’m experiencing now. To change my fate, I had to work part-time jobs while studying hard. But in this life, I have the Palmer family’s resources. I don’t have to worry about my parents stealing my tuition money for “investments,” or about the school kicking me out of research groups because of rumors. This is already an enormous help to me, so those insignificant pranks don’t matter. Besides, their arrogance won’t last much longer. As for Bethany, I heard she often skipped classes to attend dinners and dates with Cedric. With her frequent absences, she failed miserably in her final exams, flunking most of her courses. Research was out of the question—she hadn’t touched a lab coat all semester, and the lab manager had barely seen her. Her professor warned her not to neglect her studies just because she had secured an internship. But she dismissed it, claiming she was a genius who should achieve the highest results with minimal effort. When told her poor grades might affect her graduation eligibility, she remained unconcerned, saying that in today’s society, connections and resources matter more than grades and degrees. Eventually, her professors gave up on her. Even my parents believed that rather than studying, securing the heart of the future leader of the Palmer Group was the most important thing. Moreover, my precarious position in the Palmer family had already thoroughly disappointed them. Once they realized they couldn’t get much benefit from me, they promptly cut ties and fully supported Bethany instead, hoping she would become the mistress of the Palmer Group. These rumors reached me later, as I was currently busy with the final stages of my experiment.

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When I was reborn, my sister Ariana Jennings was having me choose a marriage partner. I looked at my boyfriend of five years, Damien Caldwell, then turned and leaned my delicate body against his uncle, Louis Caldwell. In my previous life, I had rejected wealthy executives and only loved the wild and unrestrained Damien. It wasn’t until after a miscarriage that I discovered the honey milk Damien had unfailingly given me for years contained abortion drugs. His reason was simply that he thought I wasn’t as noble as Ariana and unworthy of bearing his child. Recalling our intimate moments in bed, I realized he often called me by Ariana’s name. Only then did I understand that my repeated miscarriages were merely tools for Damien and Ariana’s flirtation. Since that was the case, in this new life, I would be better off marrying someone else. Yet the typically cold and arrogant Damien fainted in tears at my wedding. ***** When I opened my eyes, I was standing at the door of a luxury private room. Before I could push down the doorknob, I heard men’s laughter from inside. “Why didn’t Mr. Caldwell bring his fiancée today? Doesn’t Brielle die without you?” Everyone in the room had been drinking and couldn’t help joking around. Damien frowned, clicking his tongue impatiently. “Don’t mention her. She makes me sick.” “She’s just a cheap woman I can’t get rid of. I wouldn’t even want her for free.” Overhearing everything, my heart clenched violently, and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably. So this was how Damien described me behind my back—me, who had given him my whole heart. He lowered his eyes slightly, and the dim light cast on his face somehow made him appear affectionate. “But since I promised her I’d take care of Brielle, I absolutely cannot break my word.” “Otherwise, with that woman’s petty tricks, she’d never be worthy of my attention.” The room erupted in exclamations, exchanging knowing glances. They clearly understood who “her” referred to. In my previous life, Damien had also said these words to me tenderly at our wedding. I thought “her” meant my parents, but I never imagined it was his long-time crush, my own sister. I had only ever been a substitute. My nose stung, but my eyes remained terribly dry as I forced a cold smile, feeling utterly disillusioned. Someone inside must have spotted me first, letting out a startled scream, and then dozens of eyes turned toward me. The door to the private room opened without warning, and the atmosphere froze the moment I appeared. The group nervously watched Damien’s expression. Despite their disrespectful comments about me moments ago, no one was willing to apologize. Damien lounged lazily on the sofa, not bothering to give me even a glance. “I told you, do whatever you want with the wedding. Don’t bother me.” His attitude was exactly the same as in my previous life, though back then I thought he was just nervous before our wedding. Now I understood he was simply taking out his frustration on me because he couldn’t marry the woman he truly loved. Instead of going forward to soothe Damien’s mood as I usually did, I stood calmly at the doorway. He seemed to notice my unusual behavior and narrowed his eyes, looking me up and down. Even though I’d seen this expression many times before, his emotionless gaze made my breath catch. I struggled to control my emotions. “Damien, I don’t want to marry you anymore.” Just one short sentence, but it took all my courage. The room fell into a deathly silence. No one spoke. But their suppressed smiles were too ugly—everyone treated me like a toy for their amusement. After Damien let out a cold snort, everyone in the room burst into laughter. “Brielle Jennings, how old are you? Haven’t you gotten tired of playing hard to get?” “How many times have you said this now? If not a hundred times, then at least ninety-nine.” Damien leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, clearly thinking I was playing a little trick to get his attention. I was trembling with anger and about to explain myself when a sharp rebuke came from behind me. “Enough! All of you should apologize to Brielle!” “Damien, if you continue treating my sister this way, I’ll never speak to you again!” I turned around in shock and met the woman’s angry eyes. “Ariana?”

Before I could figure out why Ariana was here, she pulled me into the house. She plopped down next to Damien, her delicate little fists pounding against his chest. “How could you treat my sister like this? If she didn’t like you, would I ever give you up to someone else? I painfully let you go for Brielle’s sake, but if I find out you’re mistreating her, I’ll never speak to you again!” Ariana bit her lip, tears nearly falling. Damien nervously lowered himself to comfort Ariana. The two of them were completely wrapped up in each other, ignoring my existence. I imagined that if I weren’t here, they’d probably take their flirting straight to bed. But even though they could barely contain themselves, Ariana didn’t completely ignore me. She looked at me somewhat awkwardly, though her eyes didn’t want to miss any of my reactions. “Brielle, next time Damien bullies you, just tell me, and I’ll definitely have your back,” Ariana said while sliding her slender hand inside Damien’s shirt, pinching his flesh hard. She pretended to be getting revenge for me, but was actually flirting with him. I clenched my fists tightly, digging my nails into the tender flesh of my wrists to barely regain my composure. I couldn’t understand why I had been so stupid in my previous life, unable to see through their shameless little games. It wasn’t until later, after I had miscarried for Damien time and again, my body depleted of all its strength, that I finally realized something was wrong thanks to a friend’s warning. I had Damien’s warm milk with honey—which he fed me daily—tested, and sure enough, it contained large amounts of abortifacients. I secretly logged into Damien’s WhatsApp, intending to investigate every detail of his past. I just never expected the truth to be even more disgusting than I had anticipated. Damien and Ariana had been in a relationship since high school, but since they were both players, they inevitably broke up and got back together multiple times. Until I came along—innocent me apparently became the glue for their relationship. The forbidden thrill of cheating behind my back was irresistible to them, and their relationship only heated up after Damien and I got married. The warm milk with honey poured into my stomach every day came from someone Ariana had hired. Yet after each of my miscarriages, Ariana would pretend to feel guilty, crying as she sought comfort from Damien. The two of them kept pushing moral boundaries behind my back, again and again. Until they both grew tired of the game and finally decided to let me go. Unfortunately, after countless miscarriages requiring hospitalization, my body was already wasting away, and I could only wait for death in the hospital. Every time I think about this since my rebirth, my stomach churns uncontrollably. My lover’s betrayal, my family’s backstabbing—each incident made me wish I were dead. So in this life, I absolutely cannot become their plaything for flirtation. I abruptly stood up from the sofa and gracefully yanked the door open to leave. “Damien, we’re done. This isn’t a joke—it’s a notification.” After I left, the house returned to its rowdy atmosphere. I could even imagine how Damien’s worthless friends were talking about me. But actually, as long as I could end this arranged marriage with Damien, I could completely restart my life. I had just sat down in my car when my phone immediately started vibrating. When I answered, Damien’s furious roar came through. “Brielle, do you have a death wish? Will you only be happy when you’ve destroyed Ariana?”

My ears throbbed with pain from the shock, and I instinctively pressed the end call button. But before I could start the car, a pair of large hands smashed through the window. Damien grabbed my collar and yanked me out of the car with brutal force, like a demon. “Look what you’ve done! How could you do this to Ariana?” Without another word, Damien dragged me back to the private room, where I found Ariana crying, her face streaked with tears. She bit her lip and looked at me with utter grief. “Please just give it back to me, it’s really important to me! “I’ve already given up Damien for you. That’s the only thing I have left to remember him by. Please don’t take that away too, okay?” Ariana stomped her foot petulantly, crying as she grabbed the red wine from the table and splashed it in my face. Damien was so heartbroken his eyes turned red. He quickly unwrapped the blue and white scarf from his neck and gently placed it under Ariana’s feet. The gesture made everyone envious, but I was the only one who found it disgusting. That scarf had taken me three months to make. My delicate hands had been pricked and bloodied by silver needles for that scarf. Now Damien didn’t hesitate to place it under Ariana’s feet, as if he were trampling my heart into the ground. The bitter wine trickled down my face and into my collar, making me shiver with cold. “I didn’t take anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Before I could finish, I heard Damien’s lackey speak up. “Found it! I found Ariana’s diamond ring in Brielle’s car. She did steal it!” In an instant, everyone in the room stared at me. Damien let out a cold sneer. “What else do you have to say for yourself? “That ring was designed by Ariana and me together. It’s her graduation project! “You stole it out of jealousy. Are you trying to ruin Ariana?!” The diamond ring was handed to Damien, but I had no recollection of the box at all. Ariana kept crying, never directly blaming me, yet every word she said was aimed at me. Damien stood in front of me, gripping my face with his hand, his eyes terrifyingly cold. “You didn’t actually think that just because I agreed to marry you, you could do whatever you wanted, did you? “If you dare disrespect Ariana in any way, this marriage will be the beginning of your hell!” He gritted his teeth and threatened me viciously. “Kneel down right now and apologize to Ariana, or this wedding is off!” I tensed my body, glaring at Damien with hatred, and replied coldly. “Never!” Damien’s anger surged instantly. He grabbed my collar and stomped hard on my shin. I lost my balance and fell to my knees with a thud, pain shooting through them. I tried to struggle to my feet, but Damien gripped my neck and forced me down hard. “Apologize now, or I’ll cancel the engagement right this minute!” A familiar sense of terror flooded through me as I recalled the constant domestic abuse after marriage in my previous life. He used to lock me in the basement. Whenever Ariana got angry with him, he would take out his frustration on me. His fists, as big as sandbags, would pound every part of my body while he cursed me viciously. “If it weren’t for you, Ariana and I would be married with children by now! “Trash like you still dreams of having my child? Are you trying to one-up Ariana with a baby?” Now Damien was just like in my previous life, rolling up his sleeves and approaching me with a twisted face. “Stop!” Ariana let out a sharp scream, and Damien immediately froze. I looked up gratefully, tears streaming down my face. I thought Ariana still cared for me, but her next words sent ice through my veins. “As her sister, I absolutely cannot bear to see Brielle become such an unreasonable, jealous shrew! “I must cut the tendons in her hands to set her straight!” Damien’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he flipped a knife skillfully in his hand. “Ariana is always so clever.” I backed away in terror as Ariana pressed her high heel into my back with a look of feigned distress. “Don’t blame me, okay? I’m doing this for your own good.” The more I struggled, the harder she pressed her heel. The sharp blade touched my wrist, inching downward. My tears had nearly dried up, and I could only close my eyes in despair. Suddenly, an urgent phone call interrupted Damien’s actions. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before answering. Then he flung the butterfly knife away, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved me into the car. “Damn it! We need to get to the banquet now!” I had never seen Damien look so nervous before—his expression could even be described as fearful. “Uncle Louis has returned from abroad. I’ll have to rely on him in the future, depend on him for my livelihood!” Then he laughed. “I know he likes you, and he’d even defy the entire family for your sake. “If I were to send you to his bed, who knows how much money I could get? Probably enough to live comfortably for the rest of my life.” I recalled Uncle Louis from Damien’s descriptions. Louis always wore a cold expression, yet he would appear out of nowhere whenever I was in trouble. But in my previous life, I was too infatuated with Damien to appreciate such a good man. Damien sped all the way to the party, then hurriedly dragged me into the crowd. “Mom, I’ve brought her as you asked.” Damien pushed me forward, and caught off guard, I nearly stumbled to the floor. Damien’s mother, Ashley Caldwell, looked me over with contempt and snorted. “A classless wild girl, without a fraction of Ariana’s grace! “Now you’ll kneel here and crawl over to pour my coffee—that’s the rule in our house.” I frowned and tried to leave, but Damien grabbed my arm firmly. “Don’t put on airs in front of everyone. You haven’t signed the marriage certificate yet—I can change my mind anytime! “Ariana isn’t here now, so don’t think anyone will come to your rescue!” He handed me a scalding hot cup of coffee and pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel. Ashley watched me with a mocking smile. “This is our family tradition. Anyone who wants to join our family must enter on their knees.” Everyone’s eyes were on me, and no one spoke up in my defense, as if my refusal to kneel would be unreasonable. My hands turned bright red from the heat, and my legs trembled as Damien repeatedly kicked them. Just then, a deep male voice came from the entrance of the party. “I’m the one who establishes the rules for the Caldwell family, and I’ve never heard of this one before.” Each footstep of the man struck at everyone’s heartstrings. Damien, who had been so arrogant moments ago, suddenly trembled with fear and stammered: “Uncle Louis…”

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