Author: Momo Chan

  • After My Death, the Man Who ‘Hated’ Me Goes Mad

    Six months after my death, Liam called me. He cursed me for being unreasonable, ungrateful, and accused me of cheating. Everyone advised me to initiate the divorce and even spoke up for the other woman, urging me to let them be together. “Don’t you all know? Our classmate, Nora, died in that accident.” Crash! The glass in Liam’s hand slipped and shattered on the floor, spilling red wine everywhere. At a reunion, a college classmate revealed that I had died in a plane crash. Liam went mad, but I just laughed. I came from a well-off family and was a firm believer in staying single. Having children was the furthest thing from my mind. But when a rival company dealt a severe blow to our family business, I had no choice but to become a sacrificial lamb in a business marriage. Watching my father’s hair turn increasingly gray, seeing the sudden wrinkles covering my mother’s face, and witnessing my sister tirelessly drinking and negotiating business deals day and night, I finally nodded in agreement. A once-staunch single was about to be forced into marriage. The marriage partner had been pre-selected by my parents. He was the new CEO of Anderson Group. In the past, Anderson Group wouldn’t have been considered a match for us, but now that my family had fallen on hard times, a partnership with the Andersons could revitalize our family business. I met the new female CEO of Anderson Group once before the wedding. It was then that I discovered she was actually Liam, a classmate from my university department. Apparently, after his mother passed away years ago, his father had also recently died, leaving him to take over the entire group. Liam seemed to have known beforehand that I was his intended partner. He smiled at me, and the first thing he said was, “I’ve secretly liked you since university.” Because of this statement, I felt a little less resistant to this arranged marriage.

    Our wedding was incredibly grand, mostly funded by Anderson Group. Even the house and car we lived in were bought by Liam, who even made sure to add my name to the property deed. “This will be our little home from now on,” he said, holding my hand with a face full of happiness. Soon after our marriage, with Anderson Group’s help, our family business quickly revived. The two large enterprises complemented each other, developing even better than before. My life with Liam was also very happy. He told me not to worry about business matters and to focus on developing my hobbies. With him at the helm, I felt at ease and tried to enjoy life. Although I wasn’t used to it at first, I gradually adapted. This lifestyle continued for six years. Just when I thought the rest of our days would pass by peacefully like this, Stella returned to the country.

    I didn’t know who Stella was, but I had heard Liam’s friends mention her at previous gatherings. They said Stella was beautiful and smart, and had studied at a prestigious university abroad. At the time, I was sipping red wine on the side, listening to them reminisce about the past, finding it quite interesting. Until they started wondering if Stella had found a boyfriend yet, saying she might even be married by now. Liam suddenly spoke up to stop them. The others immediately changed the subject, as if those words had never been spoken. That was the first time I felt something was off. From what I knew of Liam, he was definitely angry just then. Even though his face remained expressionless, I could hear the anger in his voice. He was furious. Was it because he didn’t like the topic? Or because he didn’t like the main character in this topic? I didn’t pay much attention at the time, but today I finally understood why Liam was so angry then. It was because he couldn’t bear to hear that Stella might be married…

    Starting last month, Liam began to come home less frequently. At first, he would return home very late at night. Then it progressed to not seeing him for four or five days at a time. This time, he hadn’t been home for a whole week. Every time I called, it would take a long time for him to answer. Sometimes, the call would be directly hung up or go unanswered. Initially, I still believed he was working overtime, but with the same excuse repeatedly, even a fool wouldn’t believe it anymore. Finally, today, I couldn’t stand it and secretly went to his company. Sure enough, he wasn’t there. Then I called his secretary, who hesitantly gave me the name of a couple’s restaurant. I had a bad feeling about this. In the end, I saw Liam and Stella intimately embracing each other at the hotel. They were holding hands, snuggling close and whispering to each other. I walked directly towards them, but I froze when I saw that face that could easily be mistaken for mine. I also ignored Liam’s momentary panic and embarrassment upon seeing me. After what seemed like an eternity, Stella walked towards me with a smile. She extended her hand and said, “You must be Nora. Thank you for taking care of Liam for me all these years.”

    That night, I still brought Liam home. We were silent the entire way. After entering, I first asked the housekeeper to rest, then sat with Liam on opposite sofas. The man who once loved to stick close to me now clearly didn’t want to be near me. Why is that? Maybe because I’m just a substitute, a stand-in for Stella. Perhaps because I had caught him red-handed, Liam didn’t try to hide anything and directly proposed divorce. “You don’t need to worry about the company. I’ll set up a fund and give you $20,000 every month.” But I just kept looking at him without saying a word. Liam kept checking the time, not noticing my gaze. Right, he had promised Stella earlier that he would definitely go back to accompany her tonight. He finally couldn’t wait any longer: “Nora, just tell me what you want. I’ll fulfill whatever I can. I just hope you can let me be with Stella. She’s finally back after so long, I can’t bear to lose her again.” I was stunned. What did he take me for? How could he treat me like this? In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to say these words out loud. Forcing myself to stay calm, I asked, “I just want to ask one thing. Did you only agree to marry me because I look like her?” Liam glanced at me. “Yes.” “So when we first met, and you said you had liked me since university, that was a lie too?” I clenched my fists. Liam neither confirmed nor denied it. “I did notice you in university.” So he had only noticed me. Of course, suddenly seeing someone who looked so much like the person you love, anyone would take a second look. So everything, all of it, was fake. The happy life we had, it was all just him projecting his longing for Stella onto my face. Humiliation, anger, at that moment, my heart was filled with a mix of emotions.

    I left, before dawn the next day. I moved to a small house I had bought on a whim in the suburbs two years ago. This was a place only I knew about, Liam didn’t know, so he wouldn’t come to bother me. I blocked all his contact methods, and anyone related to him was also blocked. I won’t divorce him, at least not now. Not because I still can’t let go of him, but because I don’t want Stella to move into the house and replace me so quickly. I don’t want them to become a couple so soon. For a whole week, I lived very comfortably, with no one to disturb me. My parents called, but after hearing the truth, they unwaveringly chose to stand by my side. They also comforted me, telling me not to worry about the family, saying that Ning Corporation is now stronger than it was a few years ago. A weight was finally lifted from my heart, but what I didn’t expect was that on the eighth day after I moved out, someone still found me. That person turned out to be my brother, Neil. My relationship with Neil was quite good. In the past, I always protected him, and he would make porridge for me when he drank too much and his stomach hurt. But today, Neil looked at me with a serious face, his eyes carrying a hint of dissatisfaction. I invited him in and asked what had happened. My first reaction was that something had happened to our parents or the family company. Had Liam started to move against the family because he couldn’t find me? “Nora, you should divorce Liam, right?” “What?” I didn’t expect my brother’s first words to be this. “Nora, you don’t know, Stella has had it very hard all these years. She just wants to be with the man she loves now. Can you let them be together? Please? Consider it a favor to your brother.” Neil’s attitude was very humble. He had never said the word “please” to me before, but today he said it, and it was for that woman. I looked at him in disbelief and questioned him: “Neil, do you know what you’re saying? That Stella interfered with my marriage, and now you’re here begging me on her behalf? Begging me to step aside for her? Neil, have you gone mad?!” Neil’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he still tried to persuade me: “Nora, I know, I know all of this. Liam is just a scumbag, he doesn’t deserve you. So after you divorce, I’ll definitely help you find a better man. You don’t need this Liam anyway. But Stella only has this one love in her life, so can you please give Liam to her?” At this moment, I felt that the brother in front of me was very unfamiliar. When did my brother stop standing on my side and start standing on my enemy’s side? I shook my head, not wanting to say anything more to him. I pointed at the front door, asking him to leave: “Just go! I won’t divorce now, and you don’t need to say anything more.” “Nora…” “I said go!” Maybe my attitude was too harsh, but Neil finally left. However, when he reached the door, he still said: “I’ll come back, Nora. Think about it carefully.” I have nothing to think about. I’m not doing charity work, voluntarily making way for them.

    After Neil left, the more I thought about it, the stranger this whole thing seemed. I unblocked the number of one of Liam’s good friends from my phone’s blacklist. This person was his childhood neighbor, and maybe because she was a woman, she was the one I got along with best among Liam’s circle of friends. She also seemed to dislike Stella. I dialed the number, and it was quickly answered. “Nora, you finally showed up. I was heartbroken for a long time after you blocked me,” Tina’s wailing voice came from the other end of the phone. But I had no time for jokes with her. “Tina, do you know if anything happened between my brother and Stella?” “Your brother? Neil?” “Yes.” I told her about Neil coming to ask me to divorce Liam to let Stella be with him. Tina on the other end of the phone burst into laughter, “Hahahahaha, I didn’t expect that after so many years, your brother is still such a lovesick puppy. He’s really good at self-delusion!” “What do you mean?” “Actually, your brother and Stella met at a competition once. It seems your brother really admired Stella’s talent and fell in love with her at first sight. Liam found out about this later and wanted to go beat up your brother, but Stella stopped him. After that, the two of them just stayed out of each other’s way. Stella went abroad after high school graduation. I don’t know if she kept in touch with your brother during that time. But your brother is quite a few years older than you, right? He’s never had a girlfriend and never showed any intention of getting married. Looks like he’s still waiting for someone~” Tina teased on the other end of the phone. I was shocked. I never expected that my brother would like Stella, and even stayed single for so many years because of her. How charming must Stella be to make my brother say such things to his own sister even now?

    After hanging up the phone with Tina, I realized I couldn’t stay here anymore. I immediately packed my luggage and changed my residence again. I never thought there would come a day when I would be forced to run around by my own brother. I decided to go to another state. Coincidentally, one of my college classmates was working there. Although we weren’t in the same department, she was one of my few good friends. But because I got married, we gradually lost touch. The last time we met was several years ago. I felt quite sorry towards her and prepared to go find her and apologize properly. After contacting my friend, I boarded a plane to the other state that evening. But I didn’t expect that trip would become the last journey of my life. The next morning, news of a major plane crash was everywhere, almost all news media were devoted to this news, and social media was also flooded with it. In an instant, all the families of the victims rushed to the scene. Because I had lost my ID, they couldn’t contact my relatives for a while. Only my friend Tina, who knew about my whereabouts, came to the airport after seeing the news. It was she who helped identify my body remains, and she who helped retrieve the only phone fragment that could be found.

    So I floated in mid-air, watching Tina secretly wiping her tears. Even though it was because of me that we hadn’t met for so many years, seeing her like this now, I really felt very guilty in my heart. But now I was already dead, just a soul floating around, with no way to give her a hug or comfort her. Soon a ghost official came. I thought he was coming to take me away, but unexpectedly, he told me that the karma of this life hadn’t been resolved yet, so he wouldn’t take me to reincarnate for now. I asked him how to resolve it? He said it depended on my own fate, then he patted me, saying he would send me to the side of the person with whom I had the deepest karma. My vision went black, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the house where I had lived for nearly seven years. At this moment, Liam, who should have been at work, was at home, holding Stella, the two of them entwined on the sofa. I felt a bit sick instantly, but more than that, I felt they were desecrating the expensive custom-made sofa I had ordered. They cuddled for a while, then Liam let go of Stella. Stella seemed a bit unsatisfied and pounced back onto Liam, asking somewhat pitifully, “Liam, can’t we yet? Don’t you love me anymore?” Looking at her like that was really disgusting. Liam was also stunned for a moment, but in the end, reason seemed to overcome emotion. He comforted Stella, saying he would divorce as soon as possible, and then immediately marry Stella. So it was because Liam was still married, and he didn’t want Stella to be labeled as the other woman. How considerate and gentle. Maybe it’s because I’m dead now, in a state of a wandering soul, my heart doesn’t seem to hurt as much anymore. I just find all of this very laughable. “Okay, then when the time comes, we’ll start from the living room to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the kitchen…” “Alright, whatever you like,” Liam smiled and hugged her, using the tone he used to speak to me to tease Stella.

    Time flew by, and more than a week had passed. I didn’t know why I always followed Liam; I couldn’t leave his side on my own, I could only go wherever he went. During these six months, I saw that apart from eating, sleeping, working, and coaxing Stella, he was frantically calling me, but without exception, my phone was unreachable. I heard him cursing at the busy tone on the phone. He cursed me for being unreasonable, ungrateful, said he shouldn’t have married me in the first place, shouldn’t have helped my family, and even accused me of having another man outside and not coming home. But what he didn’t know was that when he was cursing me, I was right across from him, watching him, watching his handsome face reveal a fierce expression, spitting out the most vicious words. Maybe it’s because I’ve really become a ghost, my heart seems to have disappeared along with it. Hearing these words, I wasn’t very angry, I just thought he was too noisy. After that, he went to find everyone who might have had contact with me, including my parents and my brother Neil, but everyone said they didn’t know my whereabouts either. Because Tina initially thought I had run away from home, and she didn’t have my family’s contact information, in her anger, she didn’t tell my parents that I was already dead. And Liam didn’t know about my relationship with Tina, so he didn’t go to her to find out what had happened. Now everyone probably thinks I ran away quietly to avoid divorce, right? No matter what they think, I don’t care anymore.

    Recently, Stella’s mood doesn’t seem to be very good. She started frequently asking Liam when he could divorce me, where I had gone, when they would get married. At first, Liam would patiently comfort her, coax her, promise her that he would resolve these issues as soon as possible, but as the frequency increased, Liam’s patience was also exhausted. The last time was yesterday. When Stella asked again, Liam yelled at her, saying he was very troubled, that he had many things to do, and couldn’t always spend time looking for me. “So can you calm down? I said I would marry you and I will definitely do it. Now we can’t find Nora anywhere, and if I don’t divorce her, I’m still married. At worst, after two years of separation, I’ll file for divorce. So can you stop asking?” Stella probably never dreamed that this man who always said he loved her, who even forced away his legal wife for her, would one day yell at her too. At this moment, I was floating behind Liam, watching all of Stella’s expressions. It was quite funny, but I have to say, Stella is indeed beautiful. Even when she’s this angry, she’s not ugly. Liam realized his mistake and quickly went to hug Stella, softly coaxing her, but Stella just kept a cold face. One was coaxing, the other wasn’t accepting it. This scene was really boring, but I had no way to leave, I could only float in place watching this pair of “star-crossed lovers”.

    Today I finally got to go somewhere new because Liam brought Stella to attend a banquet. It was originally a reunion for our university department, but Liam still brought Stella along. He really didn’t care about my face at all. The moment he entered with Stella, the originally lively crowd suddenly fell silent. Everyone unanimously looked at them. Some people were full of curiosity, some felt disgust, some were thinking about how to curry favor with Liam, but there was also a group of men whose gazes were on Stella. However, these people were all glared back by Liam. He really was protective. When everyone had arrived, the student union president from university days raised his glass and said some words to liven up the atmosphere. Everyone else also raised their glasses. After three rounds of drinks, the people at the scene had basically loosened up. Everyone was chatting in their own groups, it was quite lively. “Hey, do you know about that plane crash half a year ago?” “Who doesn’t know? It dominated the headlines for a whole week.” “My distant uncle’s whole family was on it. It’s really tragic. My uncle was quite good to me, it’s such a pity…” “Yeah, a whole plane full of people, it’s too tragic.” “But I really didn’t expect this kind of thing would happen to one of our classmates…” The topic was led to the plane crash that caused my death, but unexpectedly, a classmate suddenly came out with this sentence. This statement made everyone very concerned, and they hurriedly asked what he meant. “Don’t you all know? Our classmate, Nora, died in that accident.” Crash! The glass in Liam’s hand next to me slipped and shattered on the ground, making a crisp sound. The red wine inside spilled all over the floor.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294561”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy #惊悚Thriller

  • My Mother-in-Law is a Porn Streamer

    After giving birth, my mother-in-law posted a picture of the condoms my husband and I use on TikTok. She captioned it: “Young people these days have no self-control. They’re already at it right after having a baby.” I responded by posting a photo of her cheating on my father-in-law with his brother. My caption read: “Older folks sure know how to play the field.” I had just put the baby to sleep and opened TikTok to relax for a bit. I habitually checked my notifications, replying to friends and family who had shared videos with me. As I scrolled down, I was surprised to see a TikTok shared by a stranger asking, “Is this you?” I recognized the profile picture as a former male colleague from my old company. Curious, I opened the shared video and immediately felt my face burn with embarrassment when I saw the caption. The video was secretly recorded by Martha, my mother-in-law, when she came to wake me up to make breakfast for Derek. In the video, I was sound asleep, my head resting on Derek’s arm. The camera panned to the right, showing a blurry condom wrapper, then zoomed in to focus on it deliberately. The caption read: “Young people these days have no self-control. They’re already at it right after having a baby.” My blood boiled, and my heart raced. Last night, it was her son who had begged me, and I reluctantly agreed out of pity. Now his mother was spreading rumors online. I now realize that feeling sorry for a man only leads to trouble.

    Trembling, I shared the video with Derek, telling him to ask his mom to delete it immediately. TikTok’s friend recommendation feature is powerful, and even my former colleagues had come across the video. I didn’t dare imagine what my parents, neighbors, and relatives would think if they saw it! After a while, Derek messaged back, “Isn’t my mom right? You were pretty enthusiastic last night!” followed by two suggestive emojis. “Just kidding, honey. You’re not mad, are you?” he added. “Besides, you can barely tell it’s us. I had to look closely to figure it out.” I sent him a screenshot of my former colleague sharing the video with me. “Look for yourself. This is from my ex-coworker.” To my surprise, he replied, “Your ex-coworker must be paying close attention to you if they recognized you after you’ve gained so much weight.” He added a jealous emoji. Reading Derek’s messages, my heart ached, and I felt my blood run cold. I took a deep breath, looked at our baby beside me, and forced myself to calm down.

    I went straight to Martha’s room and got right to the point, “Mom, please delete the TikTok video you posted this morning.” Martha played dumb, “What TikTok video? You follow my account, and I didn’t post anything today!” Noticing her phone screen was still on, I snatched it from her hand and opened TikTok. I tapped on “My Posts” and saw the video pinned at the top. She had even pinned it! I was about to delete it when Martha headbutted me in the stomach, causing me to drop the phone. Ignoring the pain in my stomach, I got up to retrieve the phone, but the screen was already shattered and unusable. Martha stood by, gloating, “The phone’s broken. Perfect excuse for my son to buy me a new one.” “That was my most liked TikTok video ever. There’s no way I’m deleting it.” Shaking with anger, I smashed the phone on the ground, completely destroying it. “If this video isn’t deleted by the time Derek gets home tonight, I’ll report you for invasion of privacy.” “And remember, I control the bank card. Whether you get a new phone depends on me!”

    Back in my room, I watched the video over and over. It now had 1,000 likes and over 2,000 comments. The comment section was filled with insults towards the daughter-in-law, some saying she looked attractive and making lewd suggestions. As I was about to screenshot these comments to send to Derek, the baby woke up, and I had to put down my phone to tend to her. When Derek came home from work that evening, he first complained about me breaking his mother’s phone and having to buy a new one. I snapped back, “She deserved it!” “And please read the comments under the video before you speak to me!” Derek said, “It’s just a bunch of nonsense. What’s there to see?” He was clearly avoiding the issue. He didn’t say a word about all the insulting comments. I opened TikTok and started reading the comments aloud to Derek: “The daughter-in-law is hot, let’s take her out to play!” “Your daughter-in-law has a great figure, your son is lucky.” “It’s better when the daughter-in-law is a bit naughty!” “Is this what you call criticizing the daughter-in-law?” As I was about to continue, the door suddenly burst open, and Martha stormed in: “Living off my son’s money and still daring to scold him.” “When people say you have big breasts, they’re complimenting your figure. It’s your dirty mind that’s the problem, not their comments.” Not wanting to argue with her, I played the voice message I had received from the lawyer I consulted earlier that afternoon. After hearing it, Derek quickly pulled Martha out of the room. Twenty minutes later, Derek returned with a bouquet of jasmine flowers, smiling apologetically, “Honey, don’t be angry. Mom has deleted the video and apologized. Look, she even asked me to buy you these jasmine flowers, your favorite.” I opened my phone and checked Martha’s profile. The video had indeed been deleted. “Don’t be mad, honey. I know I was wrong, and Mom knows she was wrong too. It won’t happen again.” I looked at Derek, feeling exhausted. Seeing my silence, Derek gave up trying to placate me. He tossed the flowers aside and said he was going to sleep in the study. 6 Lying awake for half the night, I still couldn’t fall asleep. My family is from a city in the neighboring state. I’m an only child, and although my parents are divorced and have new families, they still care for me deeply. When I told my family I was dating Derek, they disapproved. My mother would often call to tell me stories about girls who married far from home and suffered, or about parents who never saw their daughters again after they moved away. At the time, I found it annoying. When my father tried to introduce me to a young colleague at his company, I even said, “Didn’t you and Mom divorce because you didn’t know each other well enough before marriage?” Seeing that they couldn’t persuade me, my parents finally agreed to our engagement and marriage. Suddenly, I heard muffled voices coming from the study. I got up and pressed my ear against the wall, but I could only make out vague sounds. I remembered the stethoscope we had bought for the baby to check for illness and retrieved it. Placing it against the wall, I could hear every word clearly. “Your wife is so dramatic! It was just a bit of arm and chest showing, and she insisted on deleting it!” Martha complained to Derek. “Mom, you should have let me post it for you. I could have blocked her, and none of this would have happened!” Derek replied. “I just forgot! Don’t worry, I posted it on my secondary account too.” “You’re so clever, Mom. Have you gained more followers recently?” My heart raced, and I felt my blood boil. Derek clearly knew about this and was likely the mastermind! The thought of him making his mother post such risqué videos for money made me sick to my stomach. I want a divorce! Divorce! I suddenly remembered when I was four months pregnant, Derek would come home every day hinting that the economy was bad, his year-end bonus was cut in half, and his monthly salary wasn’t enough. He’d talk about how someone’s wife became an internet celebrity and earned $10,000 a month. Now I realize he was trying to get me to make suggestive videos too. Martha continued excitedly, “My secondary account is about to reach 10,000 followers. If your dad hadn’t stopped me from using TikTok two years ago, I’d be a top influencer by now.” “Your wife wouldn’t stand a chance!” Derek added, “Mom, I feel bad for making you film these videos.” “Son, I feel bad that you had to marry such a woman!” “If she wasn’t an only child with a house worth millions, I would have divorced her and found you a better daughter-in-law long ago!” “Son!” “Mom!” After hearing their conversation, I had only one thought: Find Martha’s secondary account and expose this mother-son duo! 7 On one hand, I contacted a friend in another state and asked her to pose as a brand representative interested in collaborating with Martha’s main account. She deliberately mentioned that the more followers, the more money could be earned. Martha immediately sent my friend her secondary account and asked how much she could make with it. On the other hand, I hired a private investigator to keep an eye on Derek. After all, if I wanted him to pay divorce compensation, I needed to find some dirt on him! After getting Martha’s secondary account, I thoroughly examined it. Martha was an uneducated woman from the countryside who married Robert, a high school teacher, because of her good looks and figure when she was young. In Martha’s eyes, being a teacher was a good, respectable job with a high salary. However, in this day and age, teachers’ salaries haven’t increased much, while the cost of living has skyrocketed. When Martha saw her old friends from the village become famous on TikTok by posting suggestive videos, earning enough to buy cars, houses, and travel the world, she always wanted to do the same. She had actually tried it once before, but I caught her and told Robert. He got angry and scolded her, forcing her to delete the video. Martha’s secondary account had posted over 90 videos, with a total of over 100,000 likes and exactly 10,000 followers. The video of me now had over 10,000 likes and more than 20,000 comments. More than 80 of her videos featured her wearing tight clothes, heavy makeup, and lip-syncing to cheesy songs. The comments were full of crude remarks like “You’re so beautiful” and “Your chest is so big.” I saved all these videos to a USB drive and sent it to my friend. I also carefully examined the comments and found one asking Martha if she had a partner. She had immediately replied “No.” In these 80-plus videos, there was one account that consistently appeared in the comments. I clicked on their profile and was surprised to see a hand wearing a pearl bracelet. That pearl bracelet was from a luxury brand. Martha had said it was a fake she wore for fun, but now it seemed there was more to the story. 8 During this time, Derek had been on his best behavior, and I couldn’t catch him doing anything wrong. Martha, on the other hand, was often going out. I installed cameras in various rooms of the house and, without consulting Derek, hired a nanny using his money. When they saw the nanny, they naturally wanted to let her go. I told them the contract had been signed and the salary paid. We could dismiss the nanny, but the money wouldn’t be refunded. During the day, I pretended to be job hunting, leaving the house early with my resume. In reality, I was sitting in a dessert shop near our apartment complex, waiting for Martha to leave. Martha loved sweets but was afraid of gaining weight, so she would usually walk quickly past dessert shops, pretending not to see them. With a bit of disguise, I managed to avoid being discovered for a whole week. However, Martha only went shopping for clothes and jewelry that week before returning home. Finally, on a Wednesday, I caught Martha heading to a dessert shop in a mall. Inside the shop, Martha went straight to a well-dressed man in his 50s, wearing a large gold necklace and a designer watch. I assumed this was the sponsor behind Martha’s TikTok videos. As soon as they met, they shared a deep kiss in public. I recorded the whole thing, but Martha was so well-covered that it was impossible to tell it was her. The shop was crowded and noisy, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I did, however, get a clear view of the man. The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt. Derek’s sister, Zoe, looked incredibly similar to this man! They say sons take after their mothers and daughters after their fathers. I had asked Derek before why his sister didn’t look like Robert or Martha at all, and he had dismissed it as a genetic quirk. Now, seeing this man, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind. When I got home, I took Robert, Martha, and Derek’s toothbrushes for a paternity test.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294560”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy #惊悚Thriller

  • Sister Bullied- My Vengeful Rampage

    My twin sister attempted suicide and was hospitalized. Her tormentors followed her to the hospital, mocking her for bringing it upon herself. Later, I went to school wearing an identical face to my sister’s. The bullies were excited, but I was even more so. Because I am a born monster, and the only one who could suppress my evil thoughts was my sister. This was my sister’s second suicide attempt. Our parents didn’t hesitate to call the police this time. But even when faced with law enforcement, the main bully remained smug and defiant. “How can you say I bullied her? I could say she bullied me!” she protested. “That’s right, my daughter is such a sweetheart. She wouldn’t even hurt an ant,” her mother chimed in. I watched this mother-daughter duo defend themselves from the other side of the security camera feed. Meanwhile, my sister – who had greeted me cheerfully just this morning – lay weak and pale in her hospital bed. Zoe, the ringleader of the bullies, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “If she acts like a b*tch, I’ll treat her like one. Simple as that. What are you going to do about it? Throw me in jail? I dare you!” She then made a mocking face at my sister, showing not a shred of remorse or fear. Zoe’s mother met my mom’s gaze, her eyes filled with contempt. She quickly looked away, clicking her tongue. “Tch, like mother like daughter. Cut from the same cloth, I see.” My mom let out a casual laugh. I knew that laugh – mom was angry. Mia, Zoe’s little sidekick, seemed to have found her courage. She glared at my sister with disgust. “Cutting your wrists? That’s nothing. If she really wanted to die, she should’ve jumped from the 18th floor. That would’ve turned her into mush for sure. Why bother with wrists? She didn’t even die. I bet she just wants to extort money from us. Right, Zoe?” “Hmph! Ugly people always make a fuss,” Zoe sneered. Due to lack of concrete evidence and the fact that they were all minors, the incident ended with Zoe giving a verbal apology. Back home, our little princess – the one we had cherished and protected – lay motionless in her bed. Bruises of various sizes covered her body. My parents and I finally noticed some things we had missed before. After a long silence, I said, “I’ll go to school in my sister’s place.” My parents understood what I meant. They knew what I was going to do. I turned and went into the bathroom. In the mirror, I saw a face identical to my sister’s staring back at me.

    My sister and I are twins. Most people can’t tell us apart. Even our parents have almost mixed us up a few times. Lily loves pink. Her backpack, stationery, and even her bedding are all pink. I, on the other hand, prefer black. Mom often teases Lily, “If I hadn’t given birth to you myself, I’d think we picked you up somewhere!” Mom’s joke isn’t without reason. In our family, Lily is the special one. She’s different from us. She’s naturally pure and kind-hearted, carefully protected by me and our parents since childhood. I, on the other hand, was born with a “condition”. I’m a monster in the eyes of others. Since childhood, only Lily would play with me. To protect others, our parents had me study at home. I didn’t complain because with Lily around, I never felt lonely. Our parents said Lily was our family’s top priority for protection. So, from a young age, I’ve always protected her from the shadows. But we never imagined that after just one year of high school, Lily would end up like this. The doctor said we needed to be careful with Lily’s emotions. I stroked Lily’s forehead and whispered, “Lily, big sister will definitely avenge you.” Just then, a jarring phone ringtone broke the silence. Lily’s face turned ghostly pale. She covered her ears and started screaming. I picked up the phone and opened the message. It was a video. In it, Lily was being held down under a faucet in the bathroom, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks. Her face was red from choking on water. The perpetrators were laughing hysterically in the background. “If I catch you talking to him again, I’ll scratch up your face. See how you like seducing boys in our class then!” The video ended with this threat from the bully. Rage nearly burst through my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment and turned off the phone. Lily’s teeth were chattering. She stammered, “They… they took so many videos of me… without clothes.” I stroked Lily’s hair, looking at her tenderly. “Do you trust your big sister?” Lily nodded. I opened the door and walked into the backyard, where I dug another small patch of fallow ground with a hoe. Soon, there would be another addition here. Nearby, curses and pleas could be heard. “You’ll be struck by lightning! You’ll die a horrible death!”

    I put on my sister’s backpack. From now on, I would be Lily, no longer Emma. As soon as I entered the classroom, a book flew towards my face. I dodged it easily. “Where’s Zoe’s breakfast? You want to die?” It was Mia, Zoe’s lapdog. She had been laughing the hardest in the video. It seemed bullying others gave her a sick pleasure. I ignored her and walked straight to my sister’s desk. The wooden desk was covered in insulting words carved into its surface – “btch”, “slt”… “Still admiring those words made specially for you? Can’t get enough? How about we carve them on your face instead?” Mia approached me, looking down with a sneer. Her narrow eyes narrowed further, a malicious smile spreading across her face. “I think that’s a great idea. Zoe would love it.” Something began to swell in my veins, gradually boiling and spreading throughout my body. It was uncontrollable, and I didn’t want to control it. Seeing Mia’s smile made me even more irritated. I stepped forward quickly and swung my right arm. A loud slap echoed through the classroom. Clear fingerprints appeared on her face. “You dare hit me? Just wait until Zoe gets back. You’re dead meat!” Her voice suddenly became shrill, as if her vocal cords had been struck by lightning. “Tsk tsk tsk…” The other classmates seemed surprised that I had hit her. Their smiles quickly froze on their faces. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you laughing anymore?” When she finally reacted and raised her hand to hit me back, the bell for class rang. She glared at me viciously before returning to her seat. I stuffed my backpack into the desk. It felt wet and sticky inside. It was full of oily residue from various snacks, emitting a nauseating smell. Soon, the homeroom teacher came in. She looked at me first, then said, “Lily, class has started. Why aren’t you sitting down?” “My desk is full of garbage that Zoe and her gang stuffed in there. The chair is also covered in glue.” I watched her expression gradually stiffen. She slowly raised her eyes and snorted coldly. “Are you saying Zoe is targeting you?” I didn’t speak, just stared at her silently. She sneered, “How is that possible? Zoe is the top student in our grade. Why would she target you? Even though Zoe is absent today, I won’t allow you to baselessly accuse her!” Mia looked at me smugly, nodding slightly with a small smirk. “Ms. Lee, I think she’s just jealous of Zoe’s good grades. All the teachers know Zoe is a good student in our class.” “Sit down. If you don’t want to listen to the lesson, that’s fine, but don’t disturb other students,” Ms. Lee glared at me. I pushed the desk over, spilling its contents onto the floor. The garbage was exposed, and oil stains spread across the floor, causing gasps from those around us. Mia glared at me fiercely. “Maybe you’re just a glutton and a slob. You ate snacks and didn’t throw away the trash. Now you’re trying to frame me!” Ms. Lee nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t think Zoe is that kind of person. If she really is targeting you, you should think about why. Why doesn’t she target anyone else? As they say, it takes two to tango…” I rushed forward in one swift motion. A crisp slap echoed through the classroom. I looked at the homeroom teacher contemptuously. “Ms. Lee, do you hear how loud one hand can clap?” No one had expected me to be so bold. Even the homeroom teacher was stunned. My action inevitably infuriated her. Her face turned red, her neck swelling as if about to explode. “Lily! How dare you… how dare you lay hands on a teacher! I see you don’t want to study anymore! I’m calling your parents right now. They can take you home. I don’t think you need to continue your education here!”

    Soon, my mom arrived at the school. When she saw me, she gave a slight smile, as if to say “well done.” In the office, the homeroom teacher poured out a litany of complaints to my mom, emphasizing how unruly and disrespectful I was. “As a teacher, I just said one word to her, and she dared to hit me? I’ve been teaching for most of my life, and I’ve never encountered such a disrespectful student!” My mom tilted her head slightly, glancing at her with deep disgust in her eyes. “Ms. Lee, that’s where you’re wrong. Why did Lily only hit you and not other teachers? Have you considered that it might be your problem?” These words sounded familiar. I smiled. The homeroom teacher couldn’t utter a word in response to my mom’s smiling-yet-not-smiling face. In the end, she said, “Let’s go see the principal. We’ll see if they want to keep this worthless student or me, a teacher.” “Fine,” my mom agreed. As soon as we saw the principal, my mom rushed forward to shake his hand. “To think such a small matter would trouble the principal. Our Lily is really inconsiderate. How about this – my husband and I have discussed it. For any student from a poor family with good character, we can sponsor them all the way through graduation.” The principal’s eyes lit up at this. “Really?” My mom nodded. When she looked at the homeroom teacher, her eyes flashed with a challenging light. “We wouldn’t joke about such an important matter, of course.” “That’s good, that’s good. Actually, this isn’t a big deal. Children, you know, are at a mischievous age. She just accidentally hit Ms. Lee once. Ms. Lee has been teaching here for so long, she’s seen all kinds of students. Apart from being a bit naughty, Lily doesn’t have any other problems, right, Ms. Lee?” The homeroom teacher was shaking with anger, her face ashen. After a long while, she nodded. The words she had prepared to expel me stuck in her throat, neither able to come up nor go down. Her face turned an iron blue. I chuckled lightly. This was just the beginning. I believe my sister must have reached out to the homeroom teacher before, begging her to pull her out of the mire. But she chose to turn a blind eye and even aided the bullies. My foolish sister, don’t you see? The very methods you despise are often the most effective in manipulating people. Even when pushed to the brink of suicide, she never told me or our parents about what was happening at school. Whenever we asked, she always brushed it off, saying the teachers were good, the classmates were nice. Even now, she’s still protecting those demons. Because my sister knows that if those people fell into my or our parents’ hands, death would be a mercy for them.

    Zoe came back. She seemed to have heard about my story from other classmates. For example, “Lily’s personality has changed dramatically. She even hit a teacher and caused a scene with the principal.” She kicked over my desk. “I was away for two days and you’ve become so tough? Which hand did you use to hit Mia? Let me see.” I smirked coldly, not even bothering to lift my eyelids. I slapped her across the face. “See? I used both hands.” Zoe’s fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles cracking. “You b*tch, how dare you hit me!” She charged at me, and we tumbled into a fight. Her little tricks were nothing new to me. It was just hair-pulling and arm-pinching. She quickly found herself at a disadvantage. I dragged her into the bathroom and shoved her head into the sink. This scene reminded me of my sister. She too had been held under water, unable to breathe. Mia seemed scared stiff. She stood at the bathroom door, hesitating to come in. It wasn’t until Zoe let out a yell that she finally entered, holding a mop. “Mia, what are you standing there for? Strip her clothes off. I’m going to post her video online today and make her famous!” Zoe’s eyes suddenly turned vicious as she was held down in the sink. Her features twisted into a grimace of extreme anger. “If you had the guts to fight me fair and square, I might have some respect for you. But you resort to these dirty tricks. It’s disgusting.” Mia took advantage of my distraction and hit me hard on the back with the mop. In that moment, Zoe broke free from my grip and pinned me down. “Btch, slt, how dare you hit me.” Her nails raked across my face. Only then did the anger on her face give way to pleasure. “You filthy sl*t, let’s see how you seduce men now!” The taste of blood spread in my mouth. Thinking about this, I suddenly laughed. “You target me so much just because I’m prettier than you? You’re jealous that all the boys in class revolve around me, right?” I guessed right. As soon as I said this, Zoe’s face changed. “Who told you to look like such a seductress? Are you so desperate for men? Huh?” My sister’s beauty was undeniable, everyone could see that. Our family had always put a lot of effort into maintaining our appearance. Because… we have our own methods. Looking at Zoe and Mia in front of me, I laughed so hard I could barely stand up straight. People like them should have an even better effect on our beauty regimen. “What are you laughing at, you b*tch!”

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294559”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy #惊悚Thriller

  • Heatwave Hits: Husband Invites Female Neighbor In, I Send Them to Meet Their Maker

    The scorching heatwave was approaching, and I had stocked up on all the necessary supplies. However, my husband, concerned about our weak female neighbor, invited her to stay with us. “We have plenty of supplies, and how much can a frail woman eat? What’s wrong with helping out a neighbor?” he said. Later, I caught them having a steamy session in my bathroom. The neighbor girl blushed, saying shyly, “Your ‘big popsicle’ is the best way to cool down in this heat, honey.” When I caught them in the act, they panicked and locked me out on the balcony under the scorching sun. In the end, I died from heat stroke and dehydration. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the first day of the terrifying heatwave. My phone was pushing out a high-temperature warning: [Tomorrow, our city will reach a new high temperature of over 107°F (42°C). All citizens are advised to stay indoors and avoid going out.] When I saw this message, my whole body shuddered. There was no pain from dehydration or near-death experience, and I was casually holding an iced Americano. I tilted my head back, trembling, and gulped down the iced Americano like a person about to die of thirst. In my previous life, I did indeed die of thirst. I’m a well-known risk assessment expert in the industry. Before the terrifying heatwave hit, I had already noticed the drastic effects of global warming. So, I stocked up my luxury mansion with supplies and cooling measures. The house even had its own internal circulation system and power supply box. Even if doomsday came, we could be self-sufficient for over a year. Originally, this was supposed to be the perfect shelter for me and my husband. But in my past life, Samuel Song suddenly had a moment of inspiration and insisted on being charitable. He felt sorry for our single neighbor living next door, Molly, who was frail and couldn’t withstand the high temperatures alone. He proactively suggested bringing her to live with us. “It’s just an extra set of cutlery, really. Her husband is overseas and can’t take care of her. We’re neighbors, what’s wrong with lending a helping hand?” he said. At first, I strongly disagreed. Although Molly was our neighbor, she had only moved in a few months ago, and we weren’t close. Secondly, as a married woman, it wasn’t convenient for her to stay in someone else’s home. “Honey, if you’re worried about her frailty, I can go check on her every day,” I said. But my husband directly pulled Molly in front of me, crying like a fragile flower. “Aria, I know I’ll be a bother, but I have fainting spells and can’t handle the extreme heat. If I faint alone at home, I’m afraid I’ll die without anyone even knowing,” Molly said. Even Samuel frowned: “Yeah, honey, why are you being so stingy? We have so many supplies, and plenty of rooms. It’s just for a few days!” I had no choice but to agree. Before the terrifying heat hit and the power and water were cut off, we welcomed Molly to live under the same roof. Until that day, Samuel said he wanted to eat some fresh vegetables and asked me to go buy some. By then, the outside temperature was already close to 122°F (50°C), and you had to wear protective gear to go out. Samuel had a nosebleed and claimed he was lacking vitamins and might get sepsis. I had no choice but to brave the scorching sun and drive to a national cold storage facility dozens of miles away to buy vegetables. But when I returned, I caught my husband and Molly together, with the air conditioning set to a cool 75°F (24°C), taking a bubble bath in my bathtub. Molly was completely naked, her delicate hands resting softly on Samuel’s chest. “Where’s my cucumber? I still need to make a cucumber face mask!” she said. Samuel carelessly wrapped his arms around her smooth arms. “I’ve already asked Aria to go buy it. She shouldn’t be back so soon. That woman is madly in love with me, she’s just my lapdog. We can stay here comfortably and treat her like a maid.” They were living in my house, enjoying my supplies, and yet they were rolling around together right under my nose! I was instantly overcome with anger and rushed into the bathroom to catch them in the act. But this pair of scoundrels panicked and jumped at me, stripping off my protective gear and locking me out on the north-facing balcony. In the terrifying heat of over 122°F (50°C), I collapsed on the ground, parched and desperate. Before long, I was literally steamed into a mummy! After my death, Molly even persuaded my husband to dismember my body and throw it into the sewer, taking over all my property. At this moment, my phone rang again with a call from Samuel. I calmly answered. It was Samuel’s breathless voice: “Honey, come to 3044 quickly and give me a hand. Bring me a valve stem wrench!”

    3044 was where Molly lived. Today, with temperatures soaring to 104°F (40°C), my husband wasn’t resting at noon but was helping our female neighbor fix her air conditioner. When I arrived, Molly was wearing a skimpy crop top, leaving little to the imagination. She was sucking on a banana-flavored popsicle, not biting it, letting it melt and coat her lips with a glistening sheen. Meanwhile, Samuel was standing on a chair, sweating profusely as he fiddled with the central air conditioning unit. “So cool! But it doesn’t really beat the heat. Though with you here fixing my AC, I don’t feel hot at all,” Molly said with a dazzling smile. She turned and saw me, feigning surprise and sticking out her tongue playfully. After experiencing my past life and this one, I finally understood that her carefree act was just a ploy to seduce men. I walked past her and looked up at my husband, whose back was soaked with sweat. “What are you doing?” I asked. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Honey, I grew up in the countryside. My dad used to fix appliances, so I’m used to doing this stuff. It’s a piece of cake.” Samuel was too lazy to even change a light bulb at home, always calling the housekeeper to do it. But now he was enthusiastically exploring new territory from scratch. It seems beauty really can make men more diligent than a lapdog. “Did you bring the valve stem wrench?” he asked. I shook my head. “You’ve never done this kind of work at home. We don’t have the wrench you mentioned.” “Oh well, forget it then, Sam. You should go back with Aria. I’ll call a professional to fix the AC. Don’t trouble yourself,” Molly said, hugging her arms. Her thin fabric was almost see-through, and from Samuel’s angle, he could perfectly see her enticing curves. After years of marriage, based on my understanding of him, I noticed Samuel was actually getting aroused. He quickly turned away, trying to hide it. “Alright then, call me if you need any more help,” he said. I looked around, taking in the messy state of the room. On the large table were instant noodle cups that had been left out for a long time, while the window table displayed an elaborate dessert stand. On an old plastic hanger hung a pair of GUCCI’s latest black stockings. The contrast between slovenliness and sophistication was perfectly embodied in one person. Molly was a boudoir model. She normally couldn’t afford to live in our neighborhood, but she had rented this house for a photoshoot. Her Instagram was full of posts showing a luxurious lifestyle and artistic poetry. And my husband would comment “Admirable!” on every single post, consistently liking them rain or shine, his excessive care almost spilling off the screen. I had never noticed these thoughts of his before because I didn’t use Instagram. She looked at Samuel standing next to me with a sour expression: “I’m so envious of Aria! Financially independent, with such a good husband by her side every day. Not like me.” Molly had been married for three years, but her husband worked overseas and only came back a few times a year. At this moment, I suddenly noticed a brand new Hermès bag on the table. Without even thinking, I knew Samuel had bought it for her. She saw me staring and proudly lifted her chin. “Isn’t it pretty? A big fan bought it for me!” “You know, as a woman, you have to be independent. You can’t just rely on your husband. The real skill is making other men willingly spend money on you.” Samuel’s expression didn’t change a bit. “Honey, do you like this style? I’ll buy you one someday.” I almost laughed out cold. He really was a hypocrite through and through, using my money to play the generous and gallant man. When I first met Samuel, he was still a vibrant college student on the green football field. I was already working at a research institute and had made a name for myself. Occasionally, when I went back to my alma mater as a guest lecturer, I would see him on the basketball court. When he dunked, the wind would lift his tank top, revealing his pumping abs. His waist and abdomen would contract, his eyes blazing with passion. Whenever he saw me, his ears would turn bright red as he called me “big sis.” There was a six-year age gap between us. Although I was moved, I didn’t really entertain any serious thoughts. Later, he took a part-time job at the gym where I had a membership, volunteering to be my diving instructor. One thing led to another, and we naturally got together. In adult relationships, I didn’t shy away from what we were both after. Before we got married, I made it clear to him that as long as he maintained his abs, I could support him financially. He wouldn’t need to worry about making money. Besides working at the research institute, I also invested in the US stock market and had a considerable income. I would give him $200,000 in pocket money every month. My only requirement for him, apart from maintaining his physique, was fidelity. Yet he still fell for someone else. Unfortunately, once a man is tainted, there’s no reason for him to exist anymore.

    These past few days, the temperature on the streets at noon had reached a frightening 113°F (45°C). Just like in my previous life, I had stocked up on various supplies and was calmly facing this natural disaster. All outdoor work had completely stopped, switching to online remote work. Only personnel in certain special positions were still gritting their teeth and persevering. The internet was constantly filled with anxiety. Even a one-hour water outage could cause widespread panic. The recent trending topic was about an elderly scavenger who collapsed on the street. His skin stuck to the asphalt surface, causing severe burns that led to his death. Netizens were praying and mourning, but no one used the candle emoji anymore because it was just too hot. As the high temperatures persisted, power systems in many places experienced problems, and news of heat-related deaths became more frequent. But in my little mansion, I remained vigilant, conserving electricity and not daring to let my guard down. Fortunately, my parents lived in a colder northern city, where the terrifying heatwave hadn’t spread yet. “Aria, it’s only in the 80s (30s°C) here, and we have enough supplies. Don’t worry about us, just take good care of yourself!” my mom said. I reminded my parents to use the air conditioning without hesitation, and then transferred $10,000 to them for electricity bills. This allowed me to focus on devising a perfect hunting plan to get revenge on the cheating couple. As the heatwave descended, Molly had already fainted several times at home, each time calling my husband to take her to the hospital. I didn’t stop him, still calmly eating ice-cold watermelon on the sofa while watching TV. Samuel finally couldn’t hold back and made the same request to me. “Aria, why don’t we invite Molly to stay with us?” “We have plenty of supplies, and how much can a frail woman eat? What’s wrong with helping out a neighbor?” This time, I didn’t even think before agreeing. “Sure, honey. Of course we should help our neighbors.” I smiled and went along with Samuel. He seemed surprised that I agreed so readily, nodding appreciatively. “I knew my wife was the most kind-hearted and generous. Please don’t feel bothered by this.” But he didn’t know that I had already upgraded the whole-house system of the mansion. Dear husband, how could I feel bothered? I can’t wait for you both to come and deliver yourselves to death. On the first day Molly moved in, she secretly wore clothes from my walk-in closet. When I called her out for dinner, Samuel’s eyes were filled with undisguised admiration. “Why are you wearing Aria’s clothes?” he asked. Molly said, “I saw so many beautiful clothes in Aria’s closet, I couldn’t resist trying them on.” My husband couldn’t help but praise her again. “I think it suits you very well. Aria has so many clothes anyway, this one can be yours.” He didn’t even ask for my opinion, clearly treating me like thin air. But I just shrugged indifferently. It was just a piece of clothing, I didn’t mind at all being the most patient hunter. Even while staying home to avoid the heat, Molly claimed to be career-minded and wouldn’t give up her modeling work. Samuel enjoyed photography as a hobby, so Molly asked him to help her shoot a set of photos, even coming up with a title: #HotandSpicy! Goddess Street Style in the Heatwave. She said proudly: “I plan to send it to the editor of a fashion magazine. I have a feeling this set will definitely go viral.” I glanced at Molly’s new outfit. It turned out she had cut up my $20,000 dress, transforming it from its original simple home style into a revealing, tattered look. In my past life, as they were taking photos like this, they ended up rolling into the bathtub together. Samuel knew that I always had a regular schedule, going to bed early at 9:30 PM. Today, I even made an excuse that I wasn’t feeling well due to my period, telling him to sleep alone, conveniently creating the perfect opportunity for him. As night fell, I coldly stared at the computer screen. Sure enough, Samuel and Molly went to my largest bathroom. While countless people outside were dying from the heat, they turned on the air conditioning to a cool 75°F (24°C), not cherishing the precious electricity resources at all, and started taking a bubble bath together. Samuel hugged the woman in his arms, gently massaging shower gel onto her body. Seductive moans could be heard from the bathroom. Molly looked at him with bedroom eyes. “If your wife finds out, she’ll definitely kill me. Your wife is so scary.” Although she said this, she showed no fear at all, giggling flirtatiously. Samuel frowned: “That old hag? I’m just putting on an act with her. She’s after my looks, I’m after her money. She’s crazy about me, no need to worry about her.” He cupped the woman’s face, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Tonight, why don’t you be on top? I’ll be at your mercy.” Molly playfully hit his chest. “You tease! Only you know how to sweet-talk me like that.” I felt sick to my stomach. How could I ever have fallen for such a despicable man? Meanwhile, I acted like the sleeping husband in those Japanese movies, completely oblivious. Fifteen minutes later, they finished, not realizing the bathroom door had automatically locked. Samuel grinned mischievously, “Still feeling hot?” Molly blushed, mumbling something indistinct. “…Your ‘big popsicle’ is the best way to cool down in this heat, honey.” Afterwards, they turned on the overhead shower, embracing under the water. Through the surveillance, I watched their entangled bodies. My bathroom was also a sauna room, with remotely controlled temperature and shower settings. When the sauna mode was activated, the dry heat could reach over 167°F (75°C), potentially going as high as 212°F (100°C). However, the human body can hardly withstand such extreme heat and sweating. If the time isn’t controlled, it can easily be fatal. Remembering how I was literally roasted to death in my past life, I shuddered, my teeth chattering from the cold in this scorching weather. Since they were seeking thrills, why not indulge them? With that thought, I pressed the temperature control button without hesitation.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294558”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • When My Greedy Family Discovers I’m Rich from Livestreaming

    At my cousin’s wedding, she announced in front of everyone that I had over a hundred million dollars in savings and demanded that I buy a new house for the newlyweds. She then incited our relatives to pressure me into revealing my secret to wealth. I opened my phone to show them my overdue payment messages, looking helpless. “Megan, have you gone mad with poverty? Where would I get that kind of money?” Two months ago, Megan discovered my social media account. She kept sending me private messages trying to confirm my identity, but I ignored them all, pretending not to see. Over the next few days, my videos were repeatedly reported for no reason. After multiple appeals, the platform finally restored my account. I knew Megan was behind this, but I chose to continue playing dumb. Three days ago, I received an invitation to my cousin’s wedding. I initially planned to just send a cash gift and not attend, but then Grandpa called, saying he missed me and wanted me to come back for sure. Before moving away for middle school, I had always lived with Grandpa. He was very good to me. Realizing that the last time I visited was during the New Year, I decided to make the trip this time. But before going back, I had to make thorough preparations. On the day of the wedding, I rushed to the village right after getting off the plane. These days, not many people hold weddings in villages anymore, as most prefer hotels to appear more prestigious. The bride was from a neighboring village, and after discussing it, both families decided to hold the wedding in the village to save money. When I arrived, the ceremony had already started. Megan spotted me from afar and ran over to help with my luggage. I nervously clutched my suitcase, not letting her take it. She smiled at me, “Lily, let me help you carry it inside. You must be tired from the trip, right?” I quickly waved her off, “No, no, I’m not tired at all. I’ll go see Grandpa at his house first, then come over later.” Seeing me run off in a panic, she became certain that I was the million-dollar influencer she suspected. I chatted with Grandpa for a while, taking out the clothes, pants, and supplements I had brought for him from my suitcase. Grandpa had always been frugal, with four sons and one daughter. He always thought of his children first, while he remained skinny as a rail and still worked on the farm. Just as I was about to take out the prepared cash gift to give to Grandpa, Megan burst in. “Cousin, what nice things did you bring back? Did you bring any gifts for me?” She was wearing what appeared to be an expensive outfit, but the loose threads at the seams screamed “cheap knockoff.” Before I could stop her, she snatched the cash gift from my hand. She felt its thickness and sneered, “Is that all? You’re so stingy! You should give Grandpa at least twenty or thirty thousand!” I grabbed the envelope back from her and gave it to Grandpa. “Keep this for yourself, don’t give it to anyone else. They’re all able-bodied and can earn their own money. An old man like you doesn’t need to support them.” Grandpa lowered his head without a word and put the envelope under his pillow. I turned and pulled Megan outside. “I don’t know how much you gave Grandpa. Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?” Megan choked, “How could I have that kind of money? Unlike you, who’s earned so much without telling us.” I didn’t respond and walked straight to the wedding venue. There were a lot of relatives, but I wasn’t close to many of them. After moving away as a child, I rarely came back. I had only added a few cousins on social media in recent years, but we hardly ever communicated. However, they seemed overly enthusiastic when they saw me. I could guess who was behind this.

    My aunt Sarah came over and put her arm around my shoulders, fawning, “Oh my, Lily, you’ve become more and more beautiful. They say money nourishes a person, and it seems to be true!” I smiled politely, “Aunt Sarah, you’re joking. What does this have to do with money? I’ve always been pretty.” Aunt Sarah wasn’t angry at my retort. “Yes, yes, our Lily has always been beautiful. Come, sit with us at our table.” She pulled me to a round table and sat me down. This was the main table for the groom’s closest relatives. I instinctively wanted to leave, but Aunt Sarah firmly held me in place. “Don’t go, just sit here.” Aunt Sarah smiled at me, but I found it rather creepy. When most of the guests had arrived, the kitchen started serving the dishes. While everyone around was chatting and laughing, the people at this table were silently staring at me. Aunt Sarah, sitting next to me, kept putting food on my plate. An ominous feeling swept over me. Sure enough, Aunt Sarah spoke up: “Lily, what kind of work are you doing these days?” I added a piece of braised beef to my plate. “Just a regular job, what else could I do?” Megan snorted coldly: “You’re no fun like this. I saw your account, you know. Over two million followers!” I looked at her in confusion: “What account? What followers?” Megan seemed surprised that I would deny it. She stood up and took out her phone to show me. “This one, with the username ‘Sesame Seed.’ Isn’t this you?” I shook my head, hiding my nervousness, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Megan became more agitated. “Fine, pretend you don’t know. But I’ve already confirmed that this account is yours! You accept so many sponsorship deals every day, you must be making at least a million dollars a month, right?” Everyone at the table’s eyes lit up. “A million dollars? A million dollars a month? My goodness, that’s incredible.” Megan came over trying to look at my phone, but I protected it, not letting her see. She smugly said, “What are you hiding? Didn’t you say you don’t know what I’m talking about? You’re really not being fair.” “We’re all struggling here as a family, and you’re secretly making a fortune? Without even helping us out!” I put down my chopsticks and looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but greed. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. If I could make a million dollars a month, why wouldn’t I tell you all?” Megan didn’t believe me at all. “Hmph, you say you don’t have money. Then how did you get that Hermès bag? That bag must cost over a hundred thousand dollars, right? How could you afford such an expensive bag if you don’t have money?” I stood up and showed the bag to Megan. “Is this Hermès? Really? I just bought it online randomly. It only cost forty or fifty dollars!” Megan came closer to examine my bag, looking at it for a while before taking out her phone to search for images online. “You’re lying, this is Hermès!” She showed the phone to Aunt Sarah sitting next to me. “Aunt, look, isn’t it exactly the same!” Aunt Sarah looked at the phone and then at my bag. “It does look similar, but the capital H seems a bit different. See, it doesn’t protrude on the sides. The one in the phone image protrudes.” Hearing this, Megan ran over to compare, “It really is different! Cousin, don’t tell me you deliberately brought a fake bag to trick us.” My heart skipped a beat, she had actually guessed it, but I definitely couldn’t admit it. I quickly took out my phone and found the order. “I bought this several months ago, why would I trick you?” Everyone immediately lost interest, looking at their phones as if the big money tree they imagined had suddenly vanished into thin air. Uncle David muttered, “I knew all that talk about getting rich overnight was nonsense. People only have the fate of earning money through honest work. Our family just isn’t destined for wealth.”

    I nodded along, “That’s right, isn’t it better to earn money honestly? Life should be down-to-earth, don’t always daydream.” Megan still wasn’t giving up. She took out her phone and kept sending messages. Suddenly, she shouted, “Look at this influencer’s IP address! She’s in Cloud City right now! It’s you! You’re just pretending to be poor, aren’t you?” My secret had been exposed, and I nervously took a sip of cola from the table. Aunt Sarah got excited and patted my shoulder, “Lily, tell Auntie the truth, do you really have money or not?” Uncle David chimed in, “Yeah, we’re all family, give us a straight answer. Look at your second uncle’s wedding today, we originally wanted to have it at a restaurant in town.” “It’s only because we didn’t have money that we’re having it in the countryside. If you have money, you should contribute some to help the family. Life is hard for everyone, you can’t be so selfish.” Megan coldly walked towards me, “Cousin, how much did you give as a wedding gift? Why don’t you just buy a house in the county for your second cousin? A house in the county only costs about a million dollars, you earn that in a month.” Aunt Sarah wasn’t happy, “Your eldest cousin doesn’t have a house either. Buy one for him first!” The groom and bride happened to come to our table for a toast. Everyone stood up to raise their glasses with them. After exchanging pleasantries, I was about to sit down when Megan said, “Brother, Lily has promised to buy you a house in the county! You should thank her quickly.” My second aunt’s eyes widened, “Really? Lily, are you really buying a house for my son?” I laughed awkwardly, “Don’t listen to Megan’s nonsense. Where would I get money to buy a house? I’m still renting myself.” The newlyweds smiled and moved on to the next table, but my second aunt pushed my second uncle to sit with us. Megan looked at me sideways, her face full of calculation. I couldn’t eat another bite at this table, just listening to Megan speak again, “I heard before that Aunt Linda was selfish, but I didn’t expect you to be just as selfish as her.” My hand on my leg tightened. This bitch dared to insult my mom! I held back from lashing out, after all, it was someone’s wedding. I couldn’t make too big a scene, but I couldn’t sit still anymore. I had already toasted the couple, so I stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, Megan rushed over and snatched my bag, starting to rummage through it in front of me. The bag wasn’t big, with only a few items inside: a phone, a cushion compact, and a hotel key card. Megan looked at the key card back and forth, “Lily, why are you staying in a hotel when you’ve come back home?” She stared at me greedily, making my back break out in a cold sweat. I sat down and took back my things, “My business is none of your concern. You dropout troublemaker, haven’t you caused enough chaos outside? Now you’re making a scene at your second cousin’s wedding! Has your brain gone bad?” “If you’re sick, you need treatment. A small illness untreated becomes a big one, and a big illness untreated leads only to death!” I took my things and walked towards the exit. Megan angrily cursed behind me, “You bitch, how dare you insult me! Your brain is the one that’s messed up, your whole family’s brains are messed up! Didn’t your mom die of a brain tumor? I bet you won’t live long either!!!” I stopped and turned back to look. Megan’s expression was particularly vicious, with the people around her wearing expressions of schadenfreude. I smiled at her, took out my phone to switch accounts, and sent her a message. …

    [You’re destined to be poor and lowly. Even beggars on the street have more integrity than you. You’re just a maggot squirming in a trash can! Even if you try your hardest, you’ll only make it from the trash can to the dump, you worthless piece of garbage!] Megan saw the message and ran out screaming, trying to grab me. I was one step ahead, getting into the taxi waiting at the village entrance. Through the car window, I waved goodbye to Megan. She screamed hysterically, even scaring the taxi driver. “What’s wrong with that young lady? Does she have some business with you?” the driver asked. I smiled and answered, “It’s nothing, she’s just hungry.” The driver didn’t ask any more questions. I returned to the hotel and immediately packed my things to return to New York. Knowing Megan, I was sure she would come after me. Just as I arrived at the airport, she sent me a message. [I’m already downstairs at your hotel, don’t think you can escape. I’ll definitely catch you, and you must hand over the money.] [Aunt Sarah, Aunt Linda, and Aunt Mary are all here. You just wait!] I took a photo of the airport and sent it to her. [Dear sister, have you ever been on a plane in your life?] The next second, I blocked her account. I could imagine her screaming and shouting in frustration now, as that’s her only trick. The drama Megan stirred up continued for over two months. My account kept receiving baseless reports, so I simply stopped updating it. After all, I had other accounts. Megan sent harassing messages to my WeChat every day. I set her to “Do Not Disturb” and let her rant. Such colorful and vulgar language was usually off-limits, but I guess I learned something new.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294557”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • Wife Aborts Our Child for Her First Love

    After four years of marriage, my wife finally got pregnant. I was overjoyed. Sophia had always been in poor health and disliked exercise. When I found out she was pregnant, I became even more attentive and caring. But she still had a miscarriage. While I was apologizing to her for not taking better care of her, she posted on Instagram: “Ryan, don’t worry. I won’t keep a child that isn’t yours.” The moment I saw that message, I felt my blood run cold. As everyone waited for my reaction as the lawful husband, I calmly responded, “Since you had a miscarriage for him, wouldn’t it be inappropriate not to divorce me and marry him?” 0 After commenting, I called up a few friends and headed to a bar for drinks. As I was drinking, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Sophia. Without thinking, I hit the decline button. But she quickly launched a barrage of calls. My friend next to me asked awkwardly, “Is that your wife calling?” “What wife? From now on, she’s not anymore.” I answered the call in front of everyone. Before I could speak, Sophia’s angry shouts came through. “Jack, where are you? Why aren’t you answering my calls?” “The music is so loud there. Are you at a bar again? Are you even a man? I just had a miscarriage…” I quickly cut her off. “You had a miscarriage. Shouldn’t you be happier about that?” She paused for a moment. “What do you mean? Explain yourself.” “There’s nothing to explain, Sophia. Let’s get a divorce.” With that, I hung up. In the past, to maintain the image of a “good husband” that Sophia talked about, I had “suppressed” myself too much. I gave up almost all my hobbies. I used to enjoy having a drink occasionally to relieve stress, but after marriage, I quit both smoking and drinking. She didn’t like me playing video games, so I quit that too. Then, without my consent, she sold the high-end gaming computer I had painstakingly built and bought herself a designer handbag she liked. She even bragged about it to my face. “Jack, look at this bag. Isn’t it much prettier than that old computer of yours?” I can honestly say I never shortchanged Sophia in our relationship. We dated for three years and were married for four. I took care of her meticulously. When she didn’t want to work, I handed over all my salary to support her. In the dead of winter, when she was uncomfortable during her period, she called me at 2 or 3 AM. Without a word, I got up, bought medicine, and delivered it to her in the snow. When her mother was unwell and needed surgery, I accompanied her the whole time, contributing both money and effort. Sophia never cooked, so despite being very busy, I always tried to squeeze out time to prepare meals for her mother while she was ill. I devoted myself to her wholeheartedly. I thought that even if she were made of ice, she should have melted a little by now. But she seemed unchanged. I knew that before she was with me, she had a childhood sweetheart she had dated for many years. Later, this childhood sweetheart went abroad to study, and they lost touch. For these seven years, I handed over my salary and gave my all to her and her family. Yet it still couldn’t compare to her childhood sweetheart saying, “I’m back in the country, Sophia.” With just one message from him, she “cleared out” her womb, ready to welcome her beloved childhood sweetheart back? 0

    Shortly after I hung up, Sophia called again. I didn’t answer and turned off my phone instead. My friends all looked at me in shock. “Jack, are you serious about this?” “Yes, I’m serious now.” I know why they’re looking at me like this. In the past, whenever Sophia called, I would drop everything and rush home immediately. I downed a glass of whiskey in one go. These seven years have really been enough. For Sophia’s sake, I completely lost myself. For seven years, I lived only for her. I stayed in this city for her, giving up countless good job opportunities. Thinking about it now, it’s just endlessly ridiculous. After finishing our drinks, I went home and fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, I was woken by violent knocking on the door. The “bang bang bang” sound kept coming. I got up to open the door, and two people quickly rushed in. I was still groggy from the alcohol. They started berating me, “Jack, I entrusted my precious daughter to you, and this is how you take care of her?” “You knew she was weak, yet you still made her do housework. Now look what happened, the baby is gone. Are you happy now?” Sophia’s mother stood with her hands on her hips, confronting me. “My daughter is still lying in the hospital, and I heard you were out drinking at a bar last night. Look at you, reeking of alcohol. Have you no conscience?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with them. “The one who should be happy isn’t me, but her and her dear childhood sweetheart Ryan.” Leaving them with that, I walked out towards the hospital. They quickly followed. I arrived at the hospital first, with them close behind. In the ward, I saw Sophia lying pale on the bed. The moment she saw me, anger flashed across her face. I knew she was about to throw one of her “princess” tantrums. I spoke first, “That’s enough. Why hasn’t Ryan come to see you?” “What do you mean?” “You cleared out your womb for him, and he doesn’t even come to see you. He’s not much of a man, no sense of responsibility at all.” I said with a cold smile. I knew Ryan was a “playboy” who never lacked female company. Sophia doing all this was probably just wishful thinking on her part. “You… you… Jack, you know I was just joking on Instagram. How can you say such things to upset me now? Are you only satisfied if you anger me to death? I’ve lost the baby, do you think I’m not heartbroken?” She looked at me with icy eyes. “Now that the baby is gone, don’t you think I’m devastated?” Looking at her fake act, I said, “I don’t know if you’re heartbroken or not. But do you think Ryan would be heartbroken?” 0

    The door to the ward was pushed open, and Sophia’s parents rushed in. “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and pay for Sophia’s miscarriage and hospitalization fees.” “Better get a high-end nurse to take good care of Sophia, and buy some nutritious supplements for blood replenishment.” “What kind of supplements for blood replenishment?” I asked. “Of course, things like donkey-hide gelatin, bird’s nest, abalone. The more expensive, the better.” Sophia’s mom said in a commanding tone. I sneered, “Let Ryan buy those.” “What did you say?” “She cleared out her womb for Ryan, so he should buy these blood-replenishing supplements. And the hospital fees too, you should ask Ryan for those.” When Sophia’s parents heard me say this, their faces immediately turned red with anger. “You… are you even human?” “I’m not human? What about what your daughter did? For another man, she didn’t even want the child in her belly? Is this the good daughter you raised?” I said irritably. Sophia’s mother jumped up and started cursing at me, “Jack, you ungrateful wretch! My daughter is so good to you, and this is how you treat her? Are you even human?” Her commotion was quite loud and soon attracted a crowd of onlookers. After hearing Sophia’s mother’s words, people gathered around, pointing and criticizing me. “Young man, your wife had a miscarriage, and you’re acting like this? That’s not right.” “You should be taking good care of your wife.” “You’ll face karma for this.” I looked around at everyone and said, “If your wife deliberately aborted your child for another man, would you still be able to stand on your moral high ground and judge others?” Hearing this, their expressions changed, disbelief crossing their faces. Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Sophia’s mother quickly said, “Even if Sophia aborted your child, don’t you bear any responsibility?” “Why don’t you reflect on yourself? Is it because you haven’t been good to her, making her unhappy, that she aborted your child? Don’t you think you’re at fault at all?” I just laughed coldly in my heart hearing this. Sophia was still playing the victim, her eyes reddening, “Jack, you used to say you’d love me forever. Is this how you treat me now?” “Oh, how do you think I should treat you? I don’t want to waste words with you anymore. Let’s find time to get divorced.” I looked at her expressionlessly. “Your dear childhood sweetheart Ryan is back now. After divorcing me, you can hurry up and marry him.” I left after saying this, walking out of the ward. Sophia’s voice came from behind, “Jack, if you want a divorce, fine. I’ll be better off without you.” “That’s right, my daughter is naturally beautiful. After divorcing you, she’ll definitely find a rich and handsome man to marry.” Sophia’s mother’s voice also came through. 0

    Leaving the hospital, I returned home. Without hesitation, I made a phone call. It was soon answered. A sweet voice came through, “What? Have you changed your mind and finally considered it?” I nodded, “I’ve considered it. Do you still have that position available for me?” The person on the phone was a former colleague of mine, also kind of my “apprentice”. Her name was Emma. After graduating, she worked with me at the company for two years before jumping to a Fortune 500 company. She was doing very well there and said it was all thanks to what I taught her. Now she held an important position. For the past few months, she had been contacting me, saying their company was expanding and needed someone experienced and capable to lead a new team in market development. The benefits and salary they offered were several times what I was currently getting. Emma told me she had recommended me to the company, and they were very satisfied with my qualifications. I graduated from a top university and had rich experience and a good resume. But at that time, I was always considering Sophia. After all, she had been trying to get pregnant then. I couldn’t possibly leave her to work in another city, so I had always politely declined Emma. Now that she received my call, she sounded a bit surprised from her tone. “Jack, I’ve been telling you this position hasn’t found a suitable candidate. If you’ve made up your mind, I can arrange an online interview for you. When are you available?” “The sooner the better. How about tomorrow? I’ll prepare my resume first,” I said. Emma was a very perceptive person. Hearing me say this, she seemed to sense something, “Jack, did something happen? Do you need money? I can lend you some first.” “It’s not about money. I just want a change of work environment.” I didn’t tell her about the mess in my personal life. I had been working at my current company since graduation, working my way up from a junior employee to a team leader, and now a department head. Every step was not easy, but I persevered through each one. “Alright then. Jack, let’s agree on this. You prepare your resume tonight, and I’ll arrange an online interview for you right away.” “Okay, thank you.” I agreed. “Jack, there’s no need to be so formal with me.” Emma said. After hanging up, I splashed some cold water on my face to stay alert, then took a shower and started preparing my resume. Although I was experienced, this was a Fortune 500 company after all. I carefully polished my resume, working on it for five or six hours before I was satisfied. I didn’t delay and sent it to Emma right away. Emma told me she had received the resume and would confirm the interview time and let me know soon. I let out a long breath, feeling relieved. “Okay.” By now it was already 3 or 4 in the afternoon. I got up and stretched, accidentally glancing at Sophia’s closet full of clothes next to me. She always brainwashed me, saying a woman’s closet is always missing one more piece of clothing. The closets in the master bedroom and even the guest rooms were all filled with her clothes. In our seven years together, I handed over almost all my salary, and in the end, not a penny was saved. Once when it was my parents’ birthday, I wanted to take some money from her to buy gifts for my mom and dad. After much pleading, she threw me $20, saying to spend it wisely because my parents were old and wouldn’t need much. But when it was her parents’ birthday, she had me book a fancy restaurant, buy a birthday cake, and even took her parents shopping for gold and silver jewelry. Thinking of these things, I felt I had greatly shortchanged my parents. Besides this, her treatment of me was also beyond words. Once when I had a bad cold and wanted to get an IV, she told me a man shouldn’t make a fuss over such a small illness and should just take some medicine. She rummaged around and found an expired box of cold medicine for me to take. After taking it, I almost didn’t wake up the next day. But when it was Ryan’s birthday, she immediately spent money to buy him expensive gifts. 0

    Thinking of all these things, I found myself utterly ridiculous. Just then, my phone rang again. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Sophia. I hesitated for a moment before answering. Her voice came through, “Jack, even if I was wrong in this matter, don’t you have any faults yourself?” “What faults do I have?” I asked. In these years, I’ve done everything short of feeding her with my own hands. “I don’t care what faults you have. I’m admitting my mistake to you now. Take this opportunity to back down.” I laughed coldly in my heart. In the past, she just had to give me a little sweetness, and I would be willing to give her my life. Now she thinks saying “Even if I was wrong in this matter” counts as her backing down. “I don’t want to waste words with you. Meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau early tomorrow morning.” Sophia angrily said, “I’ve already admitted I was wrong. Why are you still holding onto this? How can you be so petty as a man?” “You should ask Ryan to be more generous to you.” “You… you’re going too far. Fine, tomorrow morning, whoever doesn’t show up at the Civil Affairs Bureau is a dog.” She hung up angrily. I laughed coldly, ignoring her and focusing on my own affairs. I tidied up the house a bit, sorting out my own things. In the end, I realized that in this 1500 square foot house, apart from a work laptop and a few sets of clothes, everything else belonged to Sophia. The dressing table was covered with various high-end lipsticks, roughly counting, there were dozens. Not to mention the expensive cosmetics and designer bags. It seemed that after being with me, she never knew how to save. As soon as I got paid, it was basically spent. Only now did I realize that Sophia never intended to build a good life with me. Around 7 PM, I received a call from Emma. She said, “Jack, the company is very satisfied with your resume. Are you free tomorrow at 2:30 PM?” “Yes, I am.” “Great, then let’s schedule your interview for 2:30 PM tomorrow.” “Okay,” I agreed. Perfect timing – divorce in the morning, interview in the afternoon. If the interview goes well, I can leave this city in a few days and start a new life. At 8 or 9 PM, I made myself a simple meal. Just then, I suddenly received a video from a friend. In the video, Ryan had his arms around two women. The women were tall and seemed very intimate with Ryan. The camera panned, and I caught a glimpse of another figure. I was a bit surprised because this figure was none other than Sophia. She had just had a miscarriage to “clear her womb,” and Ryan was throwing a party. Even though she was unwell, she had dragged herself to the party. But from the video, it seemed she was sitting alone, looking rather lonely. Ryan didn’t seem to be paying her much attention. My friend messaged: “Jack, your wife is here. Why didn’t you come?” “Oh, she won’t be my wife for much longer.”

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294556”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • Sick and Betrayed- I Leave, He Regrets

    On my birthday, Jerry made an excuse about urgent company business and left me alone in the hospital with a high fever. But that evening, his first love posted a photo of the two of them with a giant cake. The caption read: “Someone who truly loves you will always come to celebrate your birthday, no matter how important their other commitments are.” No one liked the post because everyone knew she posted it specifically for me, Jerry’s official girlfriend, to see. I didn’t cry or make a fuss, I simply commented: “Why don’t you two just get married then!” When Jerry left me alone in the hospital, I had a fever of 103°F, I didn’t complain or make a scene, I just waited in the hospital for him to finish work so we could celebrate my birthday together. I waited all night, but all I got was Ivy’s Instagram post. Jerry was standing next to Ivy, with a three-tiered cake between them. [Someone who truly loves you will always make time to celebrate your birthday with you, no matter how important their other commitments are.] I immediately called him and we had an argument. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ivy wasn’t feeling well and needed me to keep her company because she was emotionally unstable.” “I just see her as a little sister, can you stop being so dirty-minded?” He hung up on me and didn’t contact me for several days, he told me the company had an urgent matter that needed his attention, and he’d come celebrate my birthday with me once he finished dealing with it. I had a high fever for several days that wouldn’t break, but my mind was unusually clear, I started to reflect on our relationship and whether it was really worth continuing. This wasn’t the first time we’d argued because of Ivy. Every time, Jerry would use the same excuse to shut me down: “I just see her as a sister. Don’t overthink it.” Every time, I would be the one to give in first, but these past few days, I found I didn’t miss him at all, I wasn’t anxious or irritable. I slept unusually well. Perhaps because I wasn’t making any conciliatory gestures, Jerry called me first for once. “I’ll come pick you up from the hospital this afternoon.” “No need to trouble yourself, I can take a cab home.” This was the first time Jerry had taken the initiative to make peace, but I didn’t take the bait, I wasn’t looking at my phone, just lying in the hospital bed catching up on sleep.

    I was well-behaved and obedient, packing up my things and taking a cab home by myself. Jerry still wasn’t back. I didn’t call to ask where he was or urge him to come home like I usually would, I just cooked myself something to eat, had a full meal, took a shower, and went to bed. With no one on my mind to worry about, I slept comfortably and had pleasant dreams. Early the next morning, I heard the sound of the keypad lock, Jerry pushed open my bedroom door. “Susie?” “Hmm? You’re back?” I didn’t rush to greet him joyfully like I usually would, I just rolled over and went back to sleep. He was still standing in the doorway. “Ivy had another episode yesterday. I was worried something might happen to her, so I was delayed a bit. Sorry.” “Mm.” My tone was flat. Jerry tried to explain, “I know you’re angry, but Ivy really needed someone with her.” I laughed and glanced at him. “Angry? What’s there to be angry about? A brother taking care of his sister – isn’t that normal?” Jerry was silent for a moment. “Susie, I know I’ve been neglectful lately…” “Go get some sleep,” I interrupted him. “I need to catch up on my rest too.” Jerry felt inexplicably irritated. I had never been this cold to him before. When I woke up, I saw a table full of breakfast dishes. Jerry had cooked himself. I was quite surprised. In the past, I would always pester Jerry to cook for me, but he would impatiently wave me off. “Susie, do you really have to eat something I cooked? You’re not a child anymore. Can’t you just cook for yourself?” “I’m exhausted from work every day.” But he, who was even more exhausted from work, could still run to Ivy’s house to cook a big meal for her with just one phone call. So it wasn’t that he was too tired from work. He just didn’t want to cook for me. “Susie, I made all your favorites. Hurry and freshen up.” “Mm, thank you for your trouble.” After washing up, Jerry personally served me rice and soup. This was treatment I had never received before. Jerry put a piece of eggplant in my bowl. “Susie, this is the eggplant you love. Eat more.” I smiled and put the eggplant back in his bowl. “I’ve never liked eggplant. It must be Ivy who likes it. You got mixed up.”

    “But you used to…” Jerry stared at me, stunned. I peeled some shrimp and started eating on my own. Every time Jerry and I went out to eat, he would always order a dish of eggplant. But eggplant wasn’t something I loved. I just pretended to like it because he served it to me, and I would finish the whole plate. A phone call came in. Jerry stood up anxiously. “Susie, I’m afraid I can’t stay for the meal. Ivy’s having another episode.” “Go ahead, it’s fine. She’s more important.” I kept my head down, focused on eating, not bothering to look at his expression. Every mealtime, Ivy would use the same trick to lure Jerry over. The clever Jerry was always willing to play along. After eating my fill, I packed the leftovers into containers and put them in the fridge. After taking a few days of sick leave, I finally returned to work under Claire’s repeated urging. Claire came to me with a transfer order. “Susie, are you sure you don’t want to go develop your career at headquarters in Beijing? The resources there are much better than here.” I had refused Claire many times before. “Beijing is too far from home. I’d get homesick.” Actually, I was afraid of leaving Jerry. I often fantasized that if I went to develop my career in Beijing, Jerry would be heartbroken without me. But thinking about it now, he probably wouldn’t be. I had waited all these years just to marry Jerry and have our own little family. But Jerry had never brought up marriage. He always found excuses to put it off. “Susie, I’m not stable enough yet. Once I’m stable, I’ll go propose to your family.” “Claire, I’ve thought it through. I want to go to Beijing.” Claire was a bit surprised, since I had refused her many times before. “What? You’re willing to leave Jerry now?” I shook my head with a smile. “I’ve thought it through and decided to broaden my horizons.” Yuri called and asked me to go out drinking with her. I agreed. It had been a long time since I had hung out with friends after getting together with Jerry. Yuri put her arm around my shoulders. “That’s more like it. You need to relax sometimes too.” Yuri and I drank until late into the night. I ended up staying over at her place. When I woke up in the morning, I had over a dozen missed calls and messages from Jerry. I called him back. Jerry’s voice was tinged with anger. “Susie, where did you go? I called you all night.” “You never used to stay out all night before.” I yawned, acting nonchalant. “I went out drinking with Yuri last night. It got late so I just crashed at her place.” “Susie, what kind of attitude is this? Do you know how worried I was all night?” Even through the screen, I could feel Jerry’s anger. In the past, when he went out for business dinners and got drunk, ending up staying at Ivy’s place, I would wait up all night for him, calling countless times and sending countless messages. In the end, all I got was his flippant response: “Why are you so worked up? It’s just one night I didn’t come home.” I stretched lazily. “Jerry, why are you so worked up? It’s just one night I didn’t come home after going out drinking.” “Alright, alright, I’m heading back now.” Jerry’s tone softened. “Susie, I’ll come pick you up. Let’s go out for a meal together.” “Okay.” I waited for a long time outside Yuri’s building. Taxis passed by one after another. “Miss, do you need a ride?” I shook my head. “No thanks, someone’s coming to pick me up.” It was only about a 15-minute drive from home to Yuri’s place, but I waited for over half an hour before finally seeing Jerry’s car. There was a familiar figure sitting in the passenger seat. The window rolled down and Ivy poked her head out. “Susie, I’m sitting in front. You don’t mind, right?” I got straight into the back seat. “Of course not.” “The power went out at Ivy’s place. I figured since three people eating is the same as two, I might as well invite her along,” Jerry said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I shrugged indifferently. “That’s fine, the more the merrier.” Jerry frowned slightly. He felt like he couldn’t read me anymore. In the past, if he had brought Ivy along, I definitely would have thrown a tantrum. But this time, not only did I not make a fuss, I didn’t even care that Ivy was sitting in the front passenger seat. Jerry peeled several shrimp and put them in Ivy’s bowl. Ivy took a few and put them in my bowl. “Susie, don’t be mad. Jerry is just like this – he always thinks of me first.” I smiled faintly. “Why would I be mad? You two have such a good sibling relationship.” Seeing this, Jerry awkwardly peeled a few shrimp for my bowl too, but I didn’t eat them. The waitress brought in the last dish, looking at Ivy enviously. “Wow, miss, you’re so lucky. Your boyfriend is so attentive to you.” Jerry frowned with slight displeasure, but Ivy seemed quite pleased. “Susie, you’re not angry, are you?” Ivy was clearly doing it on purpose, trying to provoke me into a frenzy, but I refused to take the bait.

    “Why would I be angry? You two look quite good together standing side by side.” I smiled brightly, as if it had nothing to do with me, and just focused on eating. “It’s a pity, really. If I hadn’t gotten sick, maybe Jerry and I would have already…” Ivy put on a regretful expression. Jerry cut her off, “Ivy! Watch what you’re saying!” Seeing Jerry’s cold face as he slammed down his chopsticks, Ivy immediately put on a pitiful look. “I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come to disturb you two. I’ll leave.” She covered her face and cried. Jerry seemed to feel he had been too harsh. He gave me a troubled look. “Go after her and check on her. Don’t let anything happen to her,” I said proactively. Jerry immediately stood up, leaving with the words, “I’ll go take a look. I’ll come back to take you home in a bit.” “Mm, thank you for your trouble.” I continued eating. It would be a shame to waste such a big table of food. After eating my fill, I contentedly took a cab home by myself, because I knew Jerry wouldn’t be coming back. As soon as I got home, Jerry called. “Susie, where did you go?” “I came home,” I said flatly. “Didn’t I say I’d come pick you up to go home?” Jerry’s tone held a hint of resentment. “I figured you wouldn’t be coming back, so I just took a cab home. I had nothing else to do anyway.” In the past when I asked Jerry to pick me up, he would always make excuses. “Why can’t you just go home by yourself?” “You’re free anyway, what’s wrong with going home by yourself? Can’t you see how busy I am?” There was silence on Jerry’s end of the phone. I hung up directly and leisurely applied a face mask. As I had predicted, Jerry didn’t come home again all night. But I still slept soundly. Surprisingly, when I woke up, Jerry had already prepared breakfast. “You’re up. Come eat.” It was rare for Jerry to cook so frequently. I drank some congee as Jerry looked at me with a complicated expression. “Susie, do you know what time I came home last night?” I shook my head. “No, why?” In the past, if it was past 10 PM I would call Jerry to ask when he was coming home. But recently, not only had I not called him once, I didn’t even care what time he came home. It was like I had become a different person. Even when he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes at home, I only mildly said, “Smoking is bad for your health.” Sometimes I didn’t even notice. Jerry felt uncomfortable all over, like something was missing. “Susie, we’re both adults. If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t be like this.” Jerry finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

    “What is there to say? I’m full. I need to go to work.” I finished the last bite and stood up to leave. “I’ll drive you. Susie.” Jerry offered to drive me to work for the first time. In the past when I asked him to drive me, he always made excuses. “How can you compare yourself to Ivy? Ivy needs me to drive her because of her health issues.” “I’m already so tired. Can’t you be more obedient?” “Okay, thank you.” “Susie, why did you suddenly become…” Jerry’s expression was complicated. I had been very strange these past few days. I became very polite, more and more sensible, but it gave him a feeling of loss and uncertainty. I took the initiative to sit in the back. Jerry had already opened the front passenger door. He stared at me in shock. “Susie, why are you sitting in the back?” I smiled. “What’s the difference?” In the past, Jerry wouldn’t let me sit in the front passenger seat. I would argue and fight with him. “Why can Ivy sit there when I’m your girlfriend!” Jerry would respond wearily, “Do you really have to fight over this with Ivy, who’s sick? Can’t you be more sensible?” When we arrived at the company, Jerry called out to me. “Susie, there’s a company dinner tomorrow. Family members can come too.” “Oh? That’s nice.” I stretched and looked at him indifferently. “Family members can come, Susie.” Jerry frowned at me. “You can come with me.” I would never miss opportunities like this in the past. I was eager for everyone to know that I was Jerry’s girlfriend. Jerry rarely brought me to these events before, and seldom introduced me as his girlfriend to others. “Okay.” I nodded and went back to the company. Claire handed me the transfer notice. “Are you really sure about this?” “I’m sure. I want to go to Beijing.” I signed without hesitation. I still hadn’t told Jerry about this, but there was no need to tell him anymore.

    I had just gotten into Jerry’s car when I saw Ivy. “Susie, you don’t mind, do you? I begged Jerry to bring me along. I’ve never been to these kinds of events before.” Ivy had one arm linked with Jerry’s, and he didn’t push her away. It was as if I was the outsider. “It’s fine. Why don’t you two go then? I still have some documents to deal with.” I smiled faintly. Jerry frowned. “Susie, you already agreed. Now you’re not going…” “Isn’t Ivy going with you? You two can go, it’s fine. Ivy is your sister, so she counts as your family member too.” I glanced at the time. “Just drop me off at the company entrance.” Jerry drove irritably to the company building. I went in without looking back. “Jerry, is Susie angry?” Ivy leaned on Jerry’s shoulder. Jerry snapped angrily, “Whatever.” I leaned back on the sofa. My phone buzzed with a notification from one of my special follows. Ivy had posted on Instagram. It was a photo of her leaning on Jerry’s shoulder. [Caring is always being willing to bring me along, no matter when.] Ivy liked to post on Instagram. I had set her as a special follow just to keep an eye on her interactions with Jerry. Now I felt there was no need for that anymore. I casually unfollowed her. Ivy posted this specifically for me to see. No one liked it. Everyone was waiting to see how I, the official girlfriend, would react. I didn’t care. Soon it wouldn’t matter anymore. “Susie, Jerry got drunk and fell asleep at my place.” Ivy called me using Jerry’s phone. “Mm, then I’ll trouble you to take care of him.” Ivy made this call just to show off to me. Ivy and Jerry were childhood sweethearts. Technically speaking, she was Jerry’s first love. Later she got sick, and Jerry’s mom wouldn’t allow them to be together. She became the one that got away for Jerry. I started to wonder if Jerry’s initial reason for being with me was just to appease his mom. I took a shower, watched some movies, and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I got a call from Jerry. “Susie, I’m drunk.” “I know. Ivy will take good care of you.” Hearing no response from the other end, I hung up and went back to sleep. In the past, whenever I got a call that Jerry was drunk, no matter how late it was, I would immediately go pick him up and bring him home. I would even forbid him from drinking. But he would complain impatiently to his friends, “She’s really annoying. She tries to control everything and doesn’t give me any freedom.” “This kind of relationship is suffocating. Not like Ivy – she’ll party with me and never restricts me.”

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294555”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • After Engagement, I Uncover My Fiancé’s True Colors

    Just one month after getting engaged, I had been running around like crazy preparing for the wedding when I overheard my fiancé bragging to his friends in a private room about sleeping with another girl. This time, I turned and left immediately. I went home, packed up all my things, and contacted a realtor to sell our marital home. When Gabriel found out, he panicked for a moment. His friend sitting next to him sneered, “Everyone’s trying to get on your good side these days. How could Amelia possibly give this up? She’ll be back in a couple of days.” Gabriel thought about my attitude towards him over the past two years, and his expression became smug again, swirling the wine glass in his hand. It wasn’t until the marital home was actually sold that he was stunned, watching the new occupants move in. Gabriel and I had been together for five years since college. I was personally preparing for the wedding, feeling incredibly sweet. I had been busy for half a month and lost four pounds, and I was also preparing a surprise for him. Until that day, I went to find him with the surprise without telling him in advance. I was arranging my surprise with the waiter at the door when I stumbled upon his disgusting side. “How was that model I introduced you to last time? Much more accommodating than your fiancée, right?” Talking about this, Gabriel’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Although she was a virgin, she knew quite a bit. Amelia is so boring in comparison.” Hearing this, the people around him became unrestrained. “I heard your fiancée wants to wait until the wedding night. That’s so old-fashioned.” “If you ask me, it’s only because you’re indulging her. If it were me, I would’ve taken her by force already.” “She’s an orphan, what’s there to be afraid of? She likes you so much, maybe she’s just waiting for you to make a move.” “Yeah, Amelia always dresses so tightly, with that little figure of hers. Tsk, if that’s not trying to seduce you, I don’t believe it.” Gabriel thought about how I dressed each time, savoring it for a moment. His body also reacted, and with the atmosphere around him, he spoke frivolously, “Maybe I’ll try that when I get home tonight.” Hearing this, sharp laughter erupted around him. I was at the door listening to all this, feeling like I was meeting Gabriel for the first time. I immediately pushed the door open and went in, giving Gabriel a slap across the face. Gabriel, having lost face, grabbed me and held me against him. “Amelia, you think you can disrespect me like this?” I was petite and couldn’t break free from Gabriel’s grip for a moment. I could only struggle continuously, my dress riding up a bit. The malicious laughter around me, the scrutinizing gazes, and Gabriel’s disrespectful hands made me feel sick to my stomach. People who aren’t worth it, circles that aren’t worth it, might as well clean them all out.

    The drama that day ended with me headbutting Gabriel’s chin hard. At that time, Gabriel coldly pushed me away. “Amelia, you’re such a killjoy. Why can’t you learn from them?” Following Gabriel’s gaze, I finally saw a row of girls with various makeup styles standing in the private room. I understood in my heart. This man had been rotten for a long time, or perhaps he had always been rotten. Asking me to learn from them, I suddenly laughed. “If you like them so much, why don’t you marry them instead?” The ring on my middle finger also hit Gabriel’s face along with my words. “Sis, we were just joking earlier. Gabriel, you know your fiancée can’t be compared to these girls.” Someone, seeing the situation wasn’t good, quickly tried to smooth things over. Gabriel glanced at that person, and everyone around shut up. “Amelia, stop making a scene.” My smile grew wider. This man was more shameless than I thought. Too lazy to entangle further, I walked to the door and picked up the surprise I had prepared – it was the autographed T-shirt of the sports star he wanted most. Now it seemed that even this sports star wouldn’t want to give his autograph to such a person. How unlucky. “Mr. Gu, you need to coax your wife~” The girl speaking was one of the row from earlier. Gabriel pulled this girl to sit down, looking unconcerned. “It’s fine, she’ll be waiting for me at home even if I don’t coax her.” I don’t know what else was said after that because I had already left.

    The first thing I did now was to list that autographed T-shirt for sale on eBay. How rare this autograph was, how many people I had to ask for favors to get just one. But at least I could make a profit at market price. Then I contacted a moving company, packed up all my things, not leaving Gabriel a single bit. Even the marital home. Thinking of this, I found the property deed and called to contact a realtor. “Sell this house as quickly as possible, I’ll give you an extra point of commission.” The realtor’s eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly. This house wouldn’t be difficult to sell at all. I had chosen this house myself. The location was excellent, so naturally, the price was high. Although Gabriel had money, it was all company accounts. He wanted to take out a loan, but I really didn’t want our marital home to be bought with a loan. So I let Gabriel pay a part, and I secretly paid the majority myself, getting it in full, and naturally, it had to be in my name. Who would have thought that my heart’s blood would end up like this? Out of sight, out of mind. The efficiency of the moving company I hired was extremely high. It wasn’t long before I moved back to the villa my parents had left me. Living alone was a bit empty, but it was full of my parents’ presence, which calmed my emotions quite a bit.

    It would be a lie to say I wasn’t hurt, but I absolutely wouldn’t waste energy on things that weren’t worth it. Compared to the pain of losing my parents back then, what was this? Coincidentally, there was a business trip to England coming up at the company. I had pushed it back earlier because of the wedding date, but now it was just right to use work to ease my mood and change my environment. Once I had made up my mind, I went to do it. I asked the project manager if I could still join, and she was very happy for me to go. The person we were going to meet this time had been a close partner of my parents years ago. If I could go, it would give us a bit of an advantage. Although business is business and success isn’t guaranteed, this is how it works. The more chances you have, the higher the probability of success. “Miss Amelia, now that you’re here, why don’t you take the position of overall manager?” the person in charge opposite me said. I was stunned for a moment and quickly refused. “No need, you’ve been in charge of this all along. What right do I have to take over? Just carry on as you have been. I’ll tell the chairman I just want a deputy manager position.” The person opposite sent a smiley emoji. “Got it, I definitely won’t let Miss Amelia down!” She’s good at handling things. My position is quite high, and I hold a large share in the company. According to the rules, it would be right for me to be in charge. But joining halfway through when the work is already half done, I certainly can’t steal someone else’s credit. Otherwise, it would inevitably cause resentment below.

    Looking at the unfamiliar environment around me, my mood had indeed lightened quite a bit. This trip really was the right decision. After finishing work, I sat in the café downstairs, leisurely passing time. “Amelia.” A middle-aged man stood in front of me. With his scholarly demeanor, paired with a neat suit, he looked very proper. I got up in pleasant surprise. “Uncle Wang!” “You little girl, sit down quickly. You’ve grown up so much. I remember when I was working with your parents, you were only this tall.” Uncle Wang looked at me affectionately, gesturing to show how tall I was back then. I reminisced as well. “Yes, time really flies.” “You’ve had it tough. If your father and mother were still here, seeing you like this now, they would be so proud.” Uncle Wang looked at me with emotion. “Let’s not talk about that. The way you were negotiating in the meeting just now, you’ve really surpassed your parents. If my useless son had even half your ability, that would be great!” “Uncle Wang, you’re exaggerating. I heard a few years ago that your son was the top scholar in the province. He must be much more outstanding than me. From the photos, he looks quite handsome too.” I smiled modestly. “That boy is only good at studying. I wanted him to learn management, but he insists on doing scientific research. He’s studying abroad here, otherwise I wouldn’t have come to manage this project personally. My boy doesn’t even have a partner yet. Oh, I saw on your social media last time that you’re about to get married. When the time comes, Uncle Wang must come to support you. That fiancé of yours is quite talented too. I helped him once for your sake, and he really made something of himself.” Uncle Wang talked about my marriage like an old father. My expression froze, not knowing how to explain for a moment. I could only laugh it off. “Uncle Wang, if I get married, you must come and experience what it’s like to have a daughter.” Just as I finished speaking, Uncle Wang’s phone rang. He didn’t notice anything unusual in my words. “Okay, let’s talk later. Amelia, Uncle Wang has to go now. You enjoy yourself here.” Therefore, I also breathed a sigh of relief, nodding obediently and getting up to see Uncle Wang off a bit.

    After a busy month, the work in England was finally completed. The environment here really is nice. Coincidentally, my annual leave was approved, so I decided to stay a few more days. When Uncle Wang learned that I planned to stay a few more days, he called and asked his son to show me around locally. I never refuse the care of elders, it always makes me feel like I still have family around. “Sister Amelia.” A young man about a head and a half taller than me tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned to look at him. Youth really is full of vitality. “Are you William?” “It’s me, sis. My dad asked me to show you around for a few days~ I happen to be free recently!” William blinked his big eyes. Looking at his eyes, it felt like you could see right through to his heart. “I thought you students studying abroad were all very busy.” Looking at the clean smiling face in front of me, I was willing to joke around a bit too. “We are very busy, but to accompany a beauty like you, sis, of course I’m not busy anymore.” William’s sincere tone didn’t make people feel offended, but rather happy. I couldn’t help but tease, “Is your mouth this sweet with everyone?” “How could that be possible? My dad specially instructed me to take good care of you, sis! How could I fool you!” William snorted lightly. I was amused. What a cute boy. “You really are suited for scientific research, not suitable for taking over your dad’s business.” “Right? My dad is such an old fogey, he doesn’t understand the charm of technology. He only knows about money, money, money. You need to contribute to the country to be truly meaningful!” William nodded in agreement. I shook my head with a smile. “I just think that such a pure and honest person like you, little brother, isn’t suitable for the intrigues and worldly wisdom of the business world.” Seeing that I had relaxed, William blinked mischievously. “Actually, I’m only a year younger than you, sis. I call you Sister Amelia, why don’t you call me Little Will?” Looking at the young man in a hoodie, full of vigor, who was only a year younger than me, I was shocked in my heart. I didn’t look that old either, did I? Why did he seem so full of life? “You’re only a year younger than me?” “Yes, sis. You don’t think I’m very young, do you? Actually, Sister Amelia only looks more professional because of how you’re dressed. You don’t look older than me at all. How about I take you to a fun place tonight?” William’s eyes turned, seemingly thinking of some good idea. I coughed lightly to cover my embarrassment. Having just graduated and entered the company in a management position, being naturally short and thin, of course I had to dress more maturely.

    While I was having a great time in England, one of Gabriel’s friends called me. “Sis, we want to apologize for what happened that day. We spoke carelessly. Don’t blame Gabriel.” “I’m not blaming him. You’re overthinking it.” My previously happy mood suddenly plummeted. Really… these people are like ghosts that won’t leave me alone. “Gabriel said your company’s work ended a while ago, so… when is sis coming back?” “When I come back has nothing to do with you, does it? Did breaking up mean restricting my personal freedom?” “Sis, this…” The person hadn’t finished speaking when Gabriel’s angry voice came through the phone. “Let her be. She’s really putting on airs. She really thinks she’s still the little princess she used to be.” I hung up the phone as soon as I heard his voice, and also added this number to the blacklist. “Mr. Gu, this…” “I said let her be. You’re all senior executives under me, you’ve all apologized to her. What more does she want?” Gabriel’s face was full of disdain. He pressed the special service bell, and a luxurious atmosphere quickly spread throughout the room, with sounds that made people blush. He drank himself into a stupor. “Mr. Gu, shall I call a driver to take you home? Where do you live?” the waiter asked. In his confusion, Gabriel reported an address. When they sent him home, Gabriel only realized he had come to our marital home. The cold wind sobered him up quite a bit. Gabriel felt an inexplicable anger rise in his heart with nowhere to vent. He vindictively inserted the key into the lock, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t open it. After he fumbled for ten minutes, the door opened. His heart skipped a beat, with a glimmer of hope. “Who are you? If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police. It’s the middle of the night.” A burly man stood at the door, looking displeased at the alcohol-reeking man in front of him. “Who are you? Why are you in my home?” “What do you mean your home? This is my home!” The burly man irritably pushed Gabriel back a bit. “Where’s Amelia? Tell her to get out here, how dare she bring a man home!!!” Gabriel roared. “Amelia? Oh, are you her man? She’s already sold this house to me. Go look for her somewhere else.” The burly man imagined a dramatic love story, and swiftly closed the door. Gabriel looked at the tightly shut door in disbelief, letting out a howl. “Amelia, how dare you do this to me!!!” “Who is it, making a scene in the middle of the night? Get lost, or I’m calling the police.” “You have the guts to come down and say that!” The other side didn’t reply, but half a minute later he was dragged out by two or three security guards. Gabriel went crazy after drinking, cursing me as he was taken away. “That bitch, don’t you dare regret it!!!”

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294554”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • My Husband Forces Me to Donate Bone Marrow

    On my wedding day, Adrian Collins’ dear “sister” Vivian Taylor suddenly fainted, and he left me to accompany her to the hospital. My mom, sitting below, witnessed this scene and immediately had a heart attack. Yet, everyone around seemed to be watching the drama unfold, with not a single person offering help. By the time I got her to the hospital, we had missed the critical window for treatment. It was then that Adrian finally called, “Mia Stone, where are you? Vivian’s condition has worsened, and she needs your bone marrow!” “Adrian, let’s break up!” I hung up the phone and turned away. This time, I won’t look back. … Five years ago, I saved Vivian Taylor. After the successful bone marrow transplant, Adrian asked me to stay, saying he wanted to repay me. I stayed with him for five years, and today we were holding our wedding ceremony. Vivian just happened to faint at this moment. I begged him not to leave, but Adrian pried my fingers off, “Mia Stone, it’s a matter of life and death. How can you be so cruel!” He called me cruel, but he didn’t even notice Vivian on the floor below, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, she was clearly faking it! My mom had a heart attack and collapsed on the ground because of this incident, I cried out for help, but not a single person in attendance stepped forward. They all knew who held Adrian’s heart, and now that he had left, it was enough to show that I wasn’t that important, so nobody bothered to help me. In the end, it was a waiter who called for an ambulance, but it was too late. I stared at my mom, covered by a white sheet, lying there silent and still, I couldn’t even cry, my whole body felt frozen. At that moment, Adrian appeared at the hospital, seeing me, he quickly grabbed my arm, “Mia Stone, you’re here just in time, Vivian’s old illness has relapsed, come with me for a check-up!” I shook him off, Adrian was stunned, “Mia Stone!” “Adrian, I don’t owe you anything, I won’t donate bone marrow again.” Adrian hadn’t expected me to talk to him like this, his face immediately darkened, “I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m telling you, come with me!” He was the CEO of a listed company, decisive and always forceful. In the past, I would have certainly agreed,but now, with a life between us, I absolutely refuse to be their mobile bone marrow bank again. However, I had underestimated him, Adrian immediately called his bodyguards, forcibly dragging me into the hospital room for a full examination. Ignoring that my mother’s body was still in the morgue, I screamed hysterically, “Adrian!” “My mom had a heart attack, she’s gone, and you still want to extract my bone marrow. Are you even human!” “I will never forgive you in this lifetime!” A flash of bewilderment crossed Adrian’s face, “What did you say?” My eyes were bloodshot, “Don’t believe me? Go ask!” “So many people saw it at the wedding venue!” Adrian pressed his lips together, silent for a long while before finally saying, “Mia Stone, the dead are gone, the living are what’s most important.” “Don’t you think?” I nearly spat out blood, how could he say such a thing! Of course, in his eyes, no one was as important as his Vivian Taylor. My mom, this sickly person, was just a burden,now that she’s dead, isn’t it exactly what they wanted? I laughed coldly, “I won’t donate. No one can threaten me!” My mom is gone, I will no longer beg him. Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly, a sign of his anger. He was about to explode when a weak female voice came from behind: “It’s okay, if Mia Stone is unwilling, let’s not force her.” Vivian Taylor stood at the door, clutching her chest, looking fragile. Adrian immediately went over and held her in his arms, “No way, you’re the most important, if she won’t donate, I have other ways.” Hearing this, Vivian snuggled into his embrace, giving me a triumphant smile. I suddenly laughed coldly, “I won’t donate. If you have the guts, just kill me!” Adrian’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, but I wasn’t afraid at all, meeting his gaze directly. He said coldly, “You don’t want anything to happen to your mother’s body, do you?” I was stunned for a moment, then a surge of anger rushed up! “Adrian, you dare!” “Donate the bone marrow, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” He left holding Vivian, and I collapsed on the ground, knowing he would definitely do it.

    “Adrian! You’ll regret this!” Hearing my hysterical cries, Adrian froze, but his footsteps only paused briefly before he left without looking back. I took a deep breath, but before I could react, I was lifted up by his bodyguards. “Mr. Collins said that before this, you need to undergo an examination, you can only leave after you’ve donated bone marrow.” I couldn’t help but shout, “This is illegal! Let me go!” But my words carried little weight, I had no way to fight against them. I was dragged to the operating room, when the doctor in a white coat came over with a syringe, I immediately tensed up. He reminded me, “Think about your mother. Don’t resist unnecessarily.” I laughed bitterly, the moment the needle pierced my skin, the pain was excruciating. Feeling like my body was being drained, I passed out immediately! When I woke up again, I was alone lying on the hospital bed. I don’t know how long it had been before a nurse came to check on me, “You’re awake? Go home and rest well.” I grabbed her despite the pain, “Where’s Adrian?” “Where is my mother’s body!” The nurse looked troubled, “I don’t know about that. You’ll have to ask Mr. Collins.” I immediately rolled out of bed and fell to the floor, someone walked in from outside – it was Adrian. He quickly came over and helped me back onto the bed, I clutched his collar, “Adrian, where’s my mom!” “Don’t worry, she’s been sent to the funeral home, you can go there anytime.” I wanted to leave right away, but he held me down, “The doctor said you just had bone marrow extracted. You need to rest now.” “I don’t need to!”I shook off Adrian’s hand, my face cold, “Remember, this is the last time I’m donating bone marrow. From now on, we owe each other nothing!” I pushed him away as I finished speaking, Adrian gripped my wrist tightly, “Stop being difficult, okay? Without bone marrow, Vivian will die!” I found it laughable, “Is that so? But when you left me at the wedding venue, did you ever think that my mom would leave me because of this?” “She was my only family!” Adrian looked at my red eyes and frowned slightly, “I’m sorry. The wedding, I can make it up to you. The position of Mrs. Collins, I’m saving it for you.” “Who wants it?” Mrs. Collins, what a great honor indeed! “Adrian, you don’t really think I’d forgive you just like that, do you!” I hoped to see a hint of remorse in his eyes, but unfortunately, there was none. Adrian took a deep breath, “I will make it up to you.” “Compensation? There’s a life between us, a life for a life, why don’t you compensate me with your own life?” Adrian was getting impatient, “Mia Stone, know your limits! Sometimes, death might be a relief!” I raised my hand and slapped him! Adrian’s face turned to the side, and suddenly a voice came from outside, “Adrian! Adrian, what happened to you?” Vivian Taylor, wearing a hospital gown and looking pale, hurriedly rushed over, “Adrian!” “How dare you hit him!” She glared at me angrily. I laughed coldly, “Hitting him is the least I could do. What, Adrian, can’t you take this slap from me? Or do you want to hit me back? Go ahead!” I raised my head, looking at him. Adrian sighed, about to speak when I clutched my hand and left directly. “Where are you going?” “None of your business! I told you, we owe each other nothing!” I shook him off, Adrian was about to chase after me when Vivian suddenly stumbled and fell into his arms, stopping Adrian in his tracks.

    I ignored them and headed straight for the funeral home, after showing my ID, I finally saw my mother’s body, it was pushed out from a cold storage unit, stiff all over. I fell to my knees in front of her, my hands trembling as I lifted the white cloth, when I saw that familiar face, I felt my whole body freeze, my throat could only produce dry sounds; I couldn’t cry, couldn’t release my emotions, the pain in my heart felt like it was about to burst. I clutched her hand tightly, it was cold and stiff, completely different from the warm hands I remembered. I vaguely recalled before the wedding, Mom hugging me and saying softly, “My baby is about to get married, even if Mom’s not around in the future, you’ll have someone to take care of you.” At that time, neither of us imagined that Adrian would choose Vivian. It was all my fault, I was too naive, thinking I could stay by his side, that years of devotion would earn his true love. I really overestimated myself and underestimated Vivian’s position in his heart. I don’t know how long I stayed there until the funeral home staff reminded me, “Miss, is it okay now? Time’s up.” I stepped back, nodding with a choked voice, watching Mom being pushed into the crematorium. When she came out, only a small box remained. I frowned as I held the urn of ashes. Mom had been trapped in that small town her whole life, never having gone anywhere. Her biggest wish was to see me find a good marriage. But now, I can’t even afford a decent burial plot for her. I didn’t have that much money on hand, and I barely managed to scrape together $3,000. The staff quickly ran over. “Miss, someone has paid a large sum to exchange for a high-end burial plot for you. It’s over there, facing south with good feng shui!” I was stunned, “What did you say? Who was it!” “He hasn’t left yet. His surname is Collins.” Hearing this, I immediately walked towards the front office area. The moment I saw Adrian, I clenched my fists, “Adrian Collins, what exactly do you want?” Adrian looked at me, “Mia Stone, this is my sincere gesture. If you accept it, I’ll feel a bit better.” “No need. We’re just ordinary people. We can’t accept your grand kindness.” Adrian’s handsome brows suddenly became sharp, “Mia Stone, what are you being pretentious about!” “It’s just a wedding. I didn’t want to see your mom pass away either, but she was already ill. Can you stop being so stubborn?” These words coming from his mouth were particularly heartless. I took a deep breath, “I told you, there’s a life between us. I won’t forgive you.” “Put away your false kindness!” When my mom was alive, Adrian never came to see her. It wasn’t until her body was about to give out that Adrian said he’d meet her once. The wedding was also Adrian’s decision. My mom didn’t care about the wedding arrangements, treating it only as a networking opportunity. That’s why no one cared about our life or death. Hearing this, Adrian got angry, “Mia Stone, don’t be ungrateful! She’s my mother-in-law too. Letting her rest in peace is the right thing to do. Otherwise, do you want to see her buried so shabbily?” Without further ado, Adrian snatched the urn from my hands and handed it to a staff member nearby, “Bury her immediately!” Then he turned to his secretary: “Have all the senior executives of Collins Group come to attend!” “Notify the media!” I clenched my fists, “Adrian, what are you trying to do now? My mom’s funeral is not a tool for promoting your company!” “I won’t let others handle this either!”

    “Mia Stone, I just want to make amends,” Adrian said solemnly. “I was wrong at the wedding. I shouldn’t have left you. That was indeed a mistake. Vivian was right, no matter what, you’re still the Mrs. Collins I publicly announced. I must respond to this.” “Otherwise, your future path will be very difficult.” “So, this was Vivian Taylor’s idea?” I looked up at him. Adrian nodded, “Vivian is thinking of you. You should know…” “Enough!” I interrupted him. “I never thought the great CEO Adrian Collins would be so thoughtful, following a young girl’s every command.” “Adrian, if you really feel bad for me, just stay away, okay?” Adrian frowned deeply, “Why do you have to be so biased against her? You should know that day at the wedding…” “Don’t mention the wedding to me! My mom’s gone because of that wedding. It’s a pain I’ll carry for life, and I’ll never forgive you! All I ask is to keep my distance from you. Can we part ways amicably?” “You don’t need to worry about my affairs. Let’s annul our engagement. Fortunately, we didn’t get our marriage certificate. Otherwise, we’d have to go through a divorce!” I was grateful that we hadn’t gotten our marriage certificate at that time. This was also something Vivian had strongly opposed back then. I knew what he was thinking. He was afraid that once I officially became Mrs. Collins, it would be harder to end things. So he persuaded Adrian not to get the marriage certificate with me first. Now I’m actually thankful for that, while Adrian was unhappy. I didn’t care about his expression. I reached out to grab the urn back, but Adrian held it down. “We’ll do it this way. After the funeral, I’ll let you go.” I couldn’t argue with him, so I knelt down. Adrian was stunned when he saw me do this. “Mr. Collins, I’m begging you, please give me my freedom, okay?” “My mom probably doesn’t want to be used by you, nor does she want a grand funeral orchestrated by you. She’s just my mother!” “She’s my mother alone!” “Adrian, I’m begging you!” “Please, for the sake of the two bone marrow donations I made over the past few years!” My head was spinning. Since donating bone marrow, I hadn’t had time to recover before coming here. Now all my strength was drained. Adrian’s expression softened a bit as he looked at me, but just then his phone rang. I glimpsed Vivian Taylor’s name on his screen, and immediately a bad feeling rose in my mind. After the call, Adrian seemed to have regained his former determination. “It’s decided. Don’t say anything more.” “Mia Stone, you rest well. I’ll handle the funeral arrangements.” He handed the urn to someone beside him and pulled me up, pushing me into a car. Then, ignoring my objections, he took me back to the villa. As soon as we got out of the car, Vivian hurried over, “Mia Stone, you’re finally back. I told Adrian we must compensate your mother, so I’ll personally oversee this funeral, okay?” I was so angry my head spun, and I staggered, breaking out in a cold sweat. “Adrian, why do you have to humiliate me like this?” “What have I done to deserve this treatment from you?” I crouched down, hugging my arms, my body covered in cold sweat. Vivian was on the verge of tears, “Are you blaming me? I didn’t want this either!” Adrian was displeased, “Mia Stone, that’s enough! Vivian is feeling unwell but still wants to make amends to you. Can you stop making a scene!” For a moment, I even thought about ending it all. “Is it only when I’m dead that you’ll leave me alone? Is that it, Adrian?” I looked up at him, my gaze unfocused. Adrian was stunned, followed by a flash of shock and panic in his eyes.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294553”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy

  • My Husband Injects Me with Virus-Infected Blood

    I was scrolling through my feed when I came across a local community post. “Selling infected blood.” For some inexplicable reason, I clicked into the comments section. The first comment instantly made me draw in a sharp breath. “I’m interested. DM me.” The profile picture belonged to my husband. Just then, Derek walked in with a syringe in hand. “Honey, it’s time for your pregnancy maintenance injection.” … Looking at the opened syringe and recalling the post I had just seen, I involuntarily drew in a sharp breath. “Just leave it here. I’ll do it myself later.” A flash of surprise crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He smiled at me gently. “What’s wrong? I’ve always given you the injections. Are you feeling unwell?” I shook my head. “No, I just want to rest for a bit.” Derek and I had been married for seven years without having a child. After a medical check-up, the doctor said it would be difficult for me to conceive naturally and suggested we try IVF. Initially, Derek disagreed, worried that my body couldn’t handle it. It was my persistence in wanting our own child that gradually made him give in. After I got pregnant, the doctor said the embryo quality was poor. To maintain the pregnancy, I needed to be on bed rest and receive regular injections. So, I quit my job to focus on preserving the pregnancy. Derek cherished this hard-won baby too. He took over all the household chores and always gave me the injections himself. But could this man, who was so considerate towards me, really be trying to harm me by buying infected blood online? Noticing me lost in thought, Derek gently kissed my forehead. “Alright then, you lie down and rest. I’ll go take a shower and come back to give you the injection.” I nodded thoughtfully. Derek gave me a long look before turning to leave. As soon as he left, I carefully wiped the needle with a tissue. Sure enough, a red stain appeared on the white paper. In that instant, all the blood in my body rushed to my head. After a few seconds, I forced myself to calm down. I packaged up the syringe and threw it in the trash. I opened the post from earlier again. The poster’s profile was full of listings selling items from infected patients, including blood, used toothbrushes, worn clothes, and shoes. I never imagined people would sell such things. Only the latest post had Derek’s comment. He must be a first-time buyer. I thought for a moment, then opened a chat with the poster. “Hi, I’d like to ask how infected patient’s blood is used?” After typing this, my heart instantly jumped to my throat. The reply came quickly. “Just inject it directly into the person’s body. 100% infection rate.” “Do you have many buyers? Will the police find out?” “We have limited daily supply. Today’s stock is already sold out. If you want to buy, come back tomorrow. We guarantee confidential transactions. You won’t be discovered, don’t worry.” So, today’s stock was sold to Derek. Just then, Derek came out from his shower. I quickly hid my phone under my pillow. He glanced instinctively at the trash can. Noticing the syringe inside, a barely perceptible smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve had your injection? Get some rest then.” I nodded hurriedly, turning off the light to avoid him noticing anything unusual. I lay on my side, facing away from him, thinking about all our years together. We were college sweethearts, getting together in university and marrying after graduation. Derek’s family wasn’t well-off. My family provided the house and car. But out of consideration for his pride, I never mentioned these things. Over the years, he had been so attentive to me. Even my mom said no one else could put up with my bad temper like Derek. How could someone like that want to harm me? I don’t know how long I lay there before I heard a tiny sound from behind me. “Honey, are you asleep?” I closed my eyes, pretending to be sound asleep. Derek called out several times. Seeing no response from me, he took his phone and quietly went into the bathroom.

    Soon, I could hear his deliberately lowered voice coming from the bathroom. I crept to the door. The words that reached my ears felt like an electric shock through my entire body. “Baby, don’t worry. I’ve already injected her with the infected blood. In a while, I’ll take her for a check-up under some pretext. Once the results come out, I’ll post them online for everyone to see what a cheap slut she is for sleeping around. Then all her family’s assets will be ours.” “Of course I love you the most. That yellow-faced bitch is like a dead fish in bed. She’s nothing compared to you. Tomorrow, book the room and wear that lingerie I just bought you. Just thinking about it makes me impatient.” The rest was just flirting between the two. I couldn’t bear to listen anymore and slowly moved back to the bed, collapsing onto it. So Derek had been cheating for a while. Now, for my family’s assets, he was even willing to smear my reputation and kill me. I never imagined the man sleeping next to me could be such a monster. I don’t know how long it was before Derek finally finished his call and came back. He lay down beside me, his right hand unconsciously sliding under my clothes, reaching for my chest. Feeling nauseated, I pushed his hand away. “Don’t. I’m not feeling well today. I want to rest properly. Why don’t you sleep in the other room?” Derek paused, quickly adjusting his expression and speaking in his usual gentle tone, “Alright, I’ll go to the other room. If you feel unwell during the night, just call me anytime.” Lying alone in the empty room, I really couldn’t accept how a man everyone saw as perfect could be so terrifying behind the scenes. Should I really keep the baby in my belly? Early the next morning, Derek had already prepared breakfast and brought it to my bed as usual. What used to move me now only disgusted me. My voice was cold, “Just leave it there. I’ll eat when I’m hungry.” Derek finally sensed something was off. He looked me up and down, puzzled. “Honey, you seem a bit strange. Do you have a fever?” He hurriedly pressed his forehead against mine, his tone tinged with disappointment when he found my temperature normal. “No fever? Maybe you’re just not well-rested. I have to go to the office for overtime today. Take care of yourself at home.” Before I could speak, Derek grabbed his bag and left. Overtime? More like rushing off to flirt with his mistress. As soon as Derek left, I took a taxi to the hospital. Although it was his first time buying infected blood to inject me, I didn’t know if he had tried to harm me in other ways before. A full check-up would be most reassuring. I had originally planned to go to the private hospital where I usually had my prenatal check-ups, but suddenly remembered that Derek always accompanied me there, and the doctors and nurses all knew him. To avoid alerting him, I decided to go to a different hospital. The results came out quickly. Everything was normal. When I got the health report, I let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that I had discovered this in time. I thought I might as well do a prenatal check-up while I was there, to see how the baby was developing. When the results came out, the doctor frowned for a long time, finally speaking hesitantly. “Have you been taking any medication recently? There seems to be a problem with your baby’s development.” Hearing the doctor’s words, my heart immediately jumped to my throat. “I’ve been getting daily pregnancy maintenance injections. During previous check-ups at the hospital, the baby was very healthy. How could there be a development problem?” The doctor’s frown deepened. “According to the test results, there are large amounts of drug residues in your body. This can lead to incomplete fetal development. You mentioned you’re getting injections. Can I see them?” Fortunately, I had a habit of carrying my medications with me. I quickly took out the pregnancy maintenance drugs from my bag and gave them to the doctor. He stared at the drugs for a long time, then threw his glasses onto the desk angrily. “Which hospital prescribed these drugs for you? This medicine contains large amounts of hormones that pregnant women shouldn’t use. If you’ve been using this for injections every day, of course the fetus will have problems!” “Moreover, your body is very healthy. You don’t need bed rest at all. How can this hospital be so irresponsible!” I suddenly felt like I had been struck by lightning. The hospital where I had the surgery and prenatal check-ups was all arranged by Derek. He said this private hospital had good technology and service, and he couldn’t bear to let me suffer even a little discomfort. After the embryo transfer surgery, it was also Derek who told me that my constitution was too weak and I needed bed rest and injections to keep the baby. I believed his words without doubt. He always went to get the medications prescribed by the hospital, and he accompanied me to the check-ups. It turns out I never needed bed rest at all. Everything he did was to cut off my contact with the outside world as much as possible. This whole thing was a scam orchestrated by him and the hospital from the beginning. He knew how much I wanted a child of my own, yet he never intended to let our child live. For his own selfish desires, he could even erase his own flesh and blood. Derek was simply not fit to be human. The air in the consultation room froze for a few seconds. The experienced doctor looked at me with some sympathy. “This child is born with developmental defects. From a medical perspective, I don’t recommend keeping it. Think it over carefully. You don’t have much time left.” Hearing the doctor’s words, I felt like I had plunged into an ice cellar. I had felt the baby move just this morning, and now I was facing such a cruel choice. The culprit behind all this was that scumbag Derek. I absolutely couldn’t let him off. After calming down for a few seconds, I tried hard to control my trembling voice. “Keeping this child would only harm them. I won’t be that selfish.” But baby, can you help mommy one last time? By the time I got home, Derek had already returned. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me with a somewhat panicked expression. “Why did you go out alone? I called you but you didn’t answer. I was so worried. Didn’t the doctor say you needed bed rest?” The unfamiliar smell of hotel shower gel reached my nose. I frowned and pushed him away. “I’ve been lying down at home for too long, so I wanted to go for a walk.” Derek didn’t suspect anything. “The doctor said you need plenty of bed rest. Next time, wait for me to come back if you want to go out. What if you feel unwell and there’s no one with you? I’d be worried.” Looking at his sincere expression, I suddenly asked, “By the way, didn’t you say you were going to work overtime today? Did you finish?” Derek’s eyes started to wander when I suddenly changed the subject. “Of course. It was just some small matters. I thought about you being alone at home, so I hurried to finish and come back to be with you.” I nodded noncommittally. “I want to go stay at my mom’s for a few days. It’s been a while since I’ve been back. I want to see them.” A flash of displeasure crossed Derek’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “Alright then, let me pack some things and we’ll go visit your parents together.” I shook my head firmly. “No need. I want to go back and stay for a few days by myself. You’ve been working hard lately, take a rest at home. I’ll stay for a couple of days and come back. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Intentionally or not, I emphasized the words “working hard”. Derek lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then smiled. “That’s fine too. In a few days, it’ll be time for your prenatal check-up. I’ll take you then.” At the mention of the prenatal check-up, my heart instantly felt like it was being stabbed. I avoided his gaze and said perfunctorily, “Can you go to the pharmacy and get some common medications for me? You know best what medicines I take. I’m worried they might not have them at my parents’ place.” Hearing this, Derek nodded eagerly. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go now. You rest at home for a bit. I’ll help you pack when I get back.” Watching Derek’s hurried figure leave, I opened my phone and saw his comment under the poster’s latest post: “I want today’s toothbrush.” That’s probably why he rushed out. After making sure Derek was gone, I took out a hidden camera from my bag and installed it in the corner facing the front door. With this, the next steps would be much easier. Derek took a long time to come back. I didn’t ask much, just watched him neatly pack my luggage. “I bought this toothbrush for you just now. You can use it directly when you go back.” I looked at the obviously used toothbrush but didn’t expose him, letting him put it into my suitcase. He offered to send me back, but I refused. “I’ve already called a car. It’s waiting downstairs. You can just help me take the luggage to the car.” This time he didn’t refuse. Shortly after I got in the car, I saw him hurriedly take out his phone and start making a call in the rearview mirror. We both knew very well who that call was for. After leaving the coffee shop, I turned off the voice recorder in my bag. From the moment I entered the coffee shop, I started recording. Derek was certainly hateful, but the poster selling items from infected patients wasn’t a good person either. They would all face legal consequences. I found a hotel nearby to stay. After settling in, I opened my phone. The screen showed Derek and a woman entangled together. Sure enough, less than two hours after I left, they were already so eager. I immediately took a taxi back to the community. With my pregnant belly, I sought help from the security guard uncles. “Uncle, I think there’s a thief in my house. I’m pregnant and can’t handle it. Could you come with me to check? I’m a pregnant woman and it’s not convenient for me.” The security guard was very responsible. He took an iron rod and patted his chest, assuring me, “Don’t worry, with me here, no thief can escape.” A kind auntie nearby also wanted to come along. “Young lady, auntie will go with you. It’s dangerous for a pregnant woman. More people means more strength. Auntie will accompany you.” Looking at the warm-hearted auntie who often cracked sunflower seeds and gossiped in the community, I felt a bit more secure. So, our group of several people marched imposingly towards my house.

    🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “294552”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #重生Reborn #校园School #浪漫Romance #魔幻Magic #现实主义Realistic #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantsy