Author: Momo Chan

He threatened me, forcing me to be his model. Edgy, disturbing, pushing every boundary imaginable. He made me wear revealing clothes, posing as if I was caught in a candid shot. He’d even fill the bathtub with fake blood and make me soak in it. The thick, metallic scent of it made me nauseous; I’d turn pale with terror, shaking uncontrollably. But my brother, Caleb, would just keep clicking the shutter, murmuring, “Perfect.” Then, right in front of me, he’d compile the photos into a collection and upload them. His smile was manic, his face twisted into something grotesque and eerie. I had to escape! I *had* to! Staying with Caleb Hayes any longer, I’d surely be tormented to death! My name is Aurora Bell, and I work as an alternative model. My daily routine involved using props to create photo collections, which were then sold through special channels. Because I produced a lot of material and the quality was good, I gained a reputation in this industry, and my collections sold at a premium. But I had no money. The one who got me into this business was Caleb Hayes, my step-brother—we shared neither father nor mother. All the money from the photo sales went straight to him. Two years ago, my mom, Eleanor, and I moved into the Hayes household after she married Richard. The very first day, I knew my life here would be hell. During our first dinner, Caleb dumped a bowl of soup, meat and all, right onto my head. Richard Hayes was furious and went to hit him, but my mom held him back. She said Caleb was just a kid, that it was normal for him not to accept us yet, and that we shouldn’t get angry at a child. Then, she told me to go change. From that moment, I clearly realized that in this house, my mother wouldn’t protect me. Caleb obviously realized it too. So, while I was changing, he quietly slipped into my room. The click of the shutter made me whip around in terror. Then I saw Caleb, holding a dark DSLR lens, grinning maliciously as he clicked the shutter again. Caleb had taken photos of me while I was changing. My body, my face—everything was clear as day. Caleb threatened me, demanding I become his model. If I dared disobey, he wouldn’t just kick me out; he’d post all the photos he’d just taken! That same day, he made me wear his button-down shirt and pose in various explicit ways on the couch for his photoshoot. The shirt was barely long enough to cover my thighs. I cried and refused, but that only earned me a brutal beating from Caleb. He warned me this was the first time. If I didn’t cooperate next time, he would absolutely make good on his promise. As he left, he flaunted the DSLR in his hand at me, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. I was terrified, but I didn’t dare ask my mom for help. I could only wait for Richard Hayes to come home that night, then deliberately roll up my sleeves and walk past him. Richard Hayes clearly saw the bruises on my arms. But he only frowned, said nothing, and went back to looking at his documents. I clearly realized that Richard Hayes wouldn’t stand up for me again. I was utterly alone, resigned to being Caleb Hayes’s model. But Caleb only got worse. He gradually became unsatisfied with me just wearing shirts or short skirts for those “innocent” private shoots. He started buying lingerie and specific outfits that clients requested, forcing me to wear them. Any refusal would always result in a beating. He would even deliberately photograph me covered in bruises, my face streaked with tears. He was careful when he took those photos, though, never showing my full face. Those explicit private photos sold incredibly well, and our reputation in that niche circle grew. Caleb had tasted success and became utterly shameless. The day he threw a piece of lingerie that barely covered my private parts at me, I completely broke down. I cried, begging him not to make me wear such things. He unbuckled his belt without hesitation and started hitting me. I’d truly had enough of this life. I just felt that being beaten to death by Caleb might actually be a release. So I held firm, refusing to compromise. Caleb got tired of hitting me, and he was furious. He cursed, tore my clothes, and then used the tattered lingerie to tie me up like a rag doll. “You ungrateful whore! You don’t want to wear it? Fine, I’ll just shoot you like this!” Caleb angrily snapped photos of me, compiled them into a collection right in front of me, and uploaded them. The result? That collection sold out! And my nightmare truly began.

That collection’s massive sales made Caleb realize that more explicit photos had a bigger market. So, from then on, Caleb’s photoshoots became increasingly extreme. Edgy, disturbing, pushing every boundary imaginable. He’d use ropes to bind me tightly. The red ropes contrasted sharply with my pale skin, making it incredibly provocative. For this, he’d even specifically studied rope art. He’d also take me outdoors, forcing me to wear revealing clothes, posing as if I was secretly caught on camera. I’d cry in terror every time. But if I dared to resist, he’d just tie me up outside and force me to shoot. He’d even fill the bathtub with real blood, making me soak in it. That’s right. Caleb used real blood. The thick, metallic scent of it made me nauseous; I’d turn pale with terror, shaking uncontrollably. But Caleb would just keep clicking the shutter, murmuring, “Perfect.” He said it was the only way to achieve the Gothic private photo style he envisioned. Gloomy, eerie, mysterious, terrifying! I looked at Caleb with dread. His smile was manic, his face twisted into something grotesque and eerie. I felt like the person in front of me was truly insane! I had to escape! I *had* to! Even if he posted all the initial nude photos he’d taken, I didn’t care anymore. Staying with Caleb Hayes any longer, I’d surely be tormented to death! But there was no one in this house who could help me; I had to plan my escape carefully. I thought for a long time and decided the most feasible way was to get into university and leave this house naturally. Some special programs at certain universities offered scholarships. As long as I got in, I could complete my studies without a single dime from home. If I could just make it through four years of university, I’d have the ability to live independently and finally break free from Caleb’s control. If all else failed, I’d just go abroad! So, I studied with every fiber of my being. My university entrance exam scores certainly didn’t disappoint me. I secretly applied for a fully-funded program at a university far across the country. The day I received my admission letter, I was so excited I wanted to cry. I felt like I could finally escape Caleb’s clutches. But then, Caleb suddenly appeared in front of me and snatched the admission letter from my hand. “Going out west? You really were planning to escape.” My blood ran cold; I couldn’t breathe. When did he get here? To keep Caleb from finding out, I’d specifically sent the admission letter to my friend’s house. But how could he know? Caleb smirked, looking at me. “Did you think your little tricks could escape my notice? I’ve been watching you the whole time!” He grabbed both ends of the admission letter, poised to tear it. “No!” I frantically lunged at him, clinging to his arm. That was my only hope! I cried, asking him why he wouldn’t let me go. I knelt on the floor, begging him to give me a chance at life. I don’t know if my pleas worked, but Caleb scoffed and handed the admission letter back to me. “Fine, I’ll let you go, but you have to cooperate with me on one big shoot.” “To be honest, I’ve been shooting you for years, and I’m sick of it. Now I’m famous; I have a bunch of models begging me for shoots every day. I don’t even care about you anymore.” “So, as long as you cooperate fully and we finish this one collection, I’ll let you go.” The temptation was too great. I agreed. I told myself that no matter how hard it was, I had to cooperate with Caleb. But I never imagined that Caleb had no intention of letting me go! The collection he wanted to shoot was called, *Death*! He wanted my life! I never dreamed Caleb would go to such extremes for this photoshoot. That day, he found a bunch of glass shards and old furniture from somewhere and started smashing them crazily in my room, leaving it in utter chaos. Then, he pulled out a long white dress and told me to put it on. I was surprised. Because Caleb almost never made me wear such normal clothes for his shoots. Caleb said this time, he wanted to capture a pure image amidst the ruins. I needed to be clean, untouched by dust, free of any vulgarity. He would make this collection perfect, a university gift for me. When he said this, he smiled so gently. He even reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I felt a flicker of happiness, a tiny bit of hope, believing he truly wanted to let me go. But as soon as I went to change, I found that he had set my room on fire! Caleb had poured a large amount of solid alcohol in my room. The fire immediately flared up. I was terrified, screaming as I tried to put it out. But Caleb grabbed my wrist, twisting me back. I screamed for help, but Caleb was excitedly taking photos of me surrounded by flames. The fire grew larger, already reaching my clothes. I tried to hide, but the bed behind me had also been set ablaze. I heard Caleb laughing maniacally. He said that capturing the destruction of something beautiful before your eyes was the most impactful artwork! I didn’t want to die! So, I jumped out the window!

Recalling that scene still made me tremble, sobbing uncontrollably. The burns and fall injuries on my body stung with agonizing pain. The IV pole beside me rattled as I thrashed. A female officer beside my hospital bed handed me tissues, patting my back to calm me down. “So, you jumped out the window to escape?” The officer asked once I seemed calmer. I choked out a nod. Officer: “You were on the fifth floor. Weren’t you afraid of dying?” “I wasn’t thinking that far…” Officer: “What was Caleb Hayes doing when you jumped?” “I… I don’t know, he was probably taking pictures.” Officer: “The fire was that big, and he was still taking pictures? He wasn’t scared?” “He’s insane!” My emotions flared up again. The female officer beside me once again patted my back, signaling me to calm down. About five minutes passed. Officer: “So, when the fire broke out, Caleb Hayes kept taking pictures, and when you jumped, he didn’t stop you?” I steadied myself and nodded again. Officer: “Do you know he was burned to death?” “He’s dead?” I looked at the officers in shock. Seeing them nod, an uncontrollable euphoria surged through me. “Good! He’s finally dead! That monster is finally dead! Hahahahaha…” I laughed maniacally, but as I laughed, tears streamed down my face again. “I hate him, I truly hate him! Every single day for the past two years, I wished he would die!” “So you killed him.” The officer’s cold voice sent a shiver down my spine. I immediately retorted, “I didn’t!” Officer: “Don’t be so quick to deny it. Take a look at this first.” The officer handed me a phone. Seeing the images on the screen, my entire body trembled. “Take it away! Get it away from me!” “He forced me! He made me do it all!” I covered my face, sobbing uncontrollably again. The officer had shown me a video. The protagonist of the video was me. I was wearing heavy makeup, a provocative nightgown, with a card bearing a name dangling from my mouth, posing seductively for the camera. And the name on the card was Caleb Hayes. I didn’t have the courage to watch the rest. Because I knew very well that the latter part of the video showed me half-undressed. “He forced me… he really forced me…” I kept repeating the phrase, crying until I felt like I would pass out. But this time, the officers didn’t comfort me. Once my emotions stabilized, I looked up and met their stern gazes. A chill immediately spread through my heart. But what they said next made me feel like I’d plunged into an icy abyss. “Qianying Turner, your testimony does not match the scene’s condition.” “The body’s burning was severe, and the face was completely disfigured. If what you say is true, that he was conscious when you fell, then he couldn’t possibly not have tried to save himself.” “Moreover, the door at the accident scene was locked from the inside. We now reasonably suspect that you murdered Caleb Hayes.” “How can you suspect me?!” I questioned them agitatedly, suddenly sitting up and yanking the IV pole again. But the female officer, who had previously been so gentle in offering tissues, firmly pressed down on my shoulder, forcing me to remain seated on the bed. “We’ve already found that your original name is Qianying Turner, and James Turner is your father.” “Three years ago, James Turner died from a fall. At that time, Caleb Hayes and his father, Richard Hayes, lived in the building your father fell from.” “Afterward, Caleb Hayes and his father Richard Hayes moved. Five years ago, your mother married Richard Hayes.” “If you confess the connection between these events, you might still get a lighter sentence.” The officers’ dark eyes peered at me, as if they could see into my very soul. would be taken for questioning. But I wasn’t worried. I had already guessed that the police would find out about my father. My father was a window cleaner. Cleaning the glass exteriors of high-rise buildings was his daily job.

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The night I almost died during labor, my husband, Dylan, was off on a honeymoon abroad with Serena, his first love. With tears blurring my vision, I begged him to take me to the hospital. But he just shoved me away with disgust. “Why are you being so dramatic? It’s just giving birth. Serena can’t handle stress, I need to be with her to help her unwind and recover.” When I woke up in the hospital, my eight-month-old baby was gone. Half a month later, Dylan returned with Serena, only to find I had changed. At three in the morning, he asked me, still fragile from my recovery, to perform a surgery for Serena. I nodded. During a research conference, he demanded I give my three-year thesis to Serena. Without a word, I handed it over. When he even told me to give up my Head of Department position to Serena, I calmly resigned from the hospital. Serena, nestled in Dylan’s arms, looked smug. “See, Dylan? Just put Chloe through a little hardship, and she’ll listen to everything you say.” Dylan looked utterly pleased. “If you’d just listened to me sooner, you wouldn’t have had such a complicated birth. But since you’re being so understanding, I might consider giving you another child.” But what Dylan didn’t know was, we were no longer husband and wife. And I had already accepted the incredible offer from the Swiss Medical Research Institute. In three days, I would leave this place, never to see him again.

“There’s an emergency, high-stakes surgery in Ocean City, next door. Serena isn’t feeling well, but this patient is extremely important. You need to handle it.” Dylan, with a pale-faced Serena wrapped in his arms, spoke to me in a commanding tone. I was lying in my hospital bed, an IV drip still in my arm, and the incision from my C-section throbbed with a dull pain, a constant reminder that I was still in my postpartum recovery period and barely able to move. “I just had a complicated birth half a month ago. I’m still recovering, and my stitches are still bleeding. I can’t…” Dylan’s brows furrowed in anger. He slammed his hand on the table, pointing at me and snapping. “You’re just jealous of Serena, that’s why you don’t want to help her. These are all excuses! And if you hadn’t been so disobedient during your pregnancy, you wouldn’t have lost the baby!” “Stop being so difficult! This is a work requirement! It’s an emergency! Serena is genuinely unwell, and for the patient’s sake, you *must* go! That’s an order!” Serena, nestled in Dylan’s arms, looked at me with a taunting, mocking smile. Just then, a SnapChat message popped up from Maya, Serena’s assistant. “Bring everything needed for the surgery. I expect to see you in thirty minutes.” Maya’s demanding tone made my brows furrow. A wave of desolation and sorrow washed over me. Maya used to be *my* assistant. She’d been with me since she graduated. I’d done everything I could to help her, both in her work and personal life. I thought we were like sisters. But it turned out she was just trying to curry favor with Dylan. When Serena was suddenly appointed to our department, Maya volunteered to be her assistant. Dylan’s changing attitude towards me also made Maya and everyone else in the department lose respect for me, even brazenly bossing me around. Dylan had unilaterally given Serena my clinical thesis, which I’d spent three years researching. Furious, I confronted him about it. Dylan just shrugged, utterly nonchalant. “Chloe, you got what you wanted – you married me, and you became Head of Department because of me. You’re thriving both professionally and personally, while Serena has nothing. What’s the big deal about giving her your paper? Can’t you just be compliant for once?” I couldn’t accept that three years of my blood, sweat, and tears were just given away. I contacted the publisher, demanding a change of author. But when Dylan found out, he took all my research notes, making it look like I had plagiarized. It became a blemish on my academic record, leading to my suspension from the hospital and the scorn of everyone. I frantically confronted Dylan, but he threatened me with divorce if I didn’t admit to it. Such incidents happened countless times between Dylan and me. At first, I would break down in agony, questioning if I truly was as selfish and petty as Dylan claimed. But now, my heart was numb with pain. Driven by my professional duty, the instinct to save a life, I gritted my teeth and carried on. Every bump during the flight was torture. Cold sweat soaked my clothes, and I had to secretly take strong painkillers. The surgery lasted eight grueling hours. My legs were trembling, and the gauze on my abdomen was already soaked crimson with seeping blood. When the last stitch was done, and I saw the patient’s vital signs stabilize, my vision went black, and I was caught by a nurse from Ocean City Hospital. She looked at my pale, haggard face and said indignantly, “Dr. Chloe, you’re too dedicated. You’re in this state, why isn’t your husband stopping you from working?” Right. My husband not only didn’t stop me but commanded me to leave my hospital bed and risk my life for Serena’s sake. Thinking of this, my heart felt like it was pierced by an ice pick, hurting even more than the surgical wound on my abdomen. But I’d grown used to such things ever since Serena returned from abroad. At first, I thought it was just Dylan caring for a junior colleague. But after seeing his inappropriate actions with Serena, I knew their relationship was far from simple. Whether it was my prenatal check-ups or my difficult labor, Serena would call Dylan away from me, even if she just had a minor bump or bruise. I cried frantically, asking Dylan why, but he just told me impatiently that Serena had taken the blame for a failed surgery for him back in college. Dylan would always watch me break down with cold eyes, then console me by saying, “My relationship with Serena is strictly professional. She’s struggling with her mental health right now, so of course, I need to take care of her. Besides, I just want you to be more compliant.” And after I cried countless times, Dylan stopped explaining or comforting. Instead, he would yell at me, “You’re insane! You really need to go see a therapist! Can’t you just be compliant for once?” Ten years of a relationship had amounted to him ignoring my breakdowns and driving me to the brink of madness. It wasn’t until Serena repeatedly sent me intimate photos of them, trying to provoke me and force me away, that the truth finally hit me. It was time for Dylan and me to end this.

Stepping out of the operating room, I felt all the air leave my lungs, and I slowly sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. Dylan, who was at the doorway, saw me and started walking towards me, reaching out to help me up. Then his phone rang. “Dylan, I feel so awful. Can you come see me?” Serena’s fragile voice floated from the phone. Dylan looked at me, hesitating, a flicker of worry in his eyes. But his attention was completely snatched away by Serena’s pained gasp on the call. “Chloe, wait here for me. I’ll come pick you up after I’ve settled Serena.” “Don’t wander off. Your body can’t handle it.” I watched coldly as Dylan withdrew his hand and rushed out. When Dylan’s figure disappeared down the corridor, I stood up, resigned, leaning on the wall as I walked out. I knew I wouldn’t be waiting for Dylan. He had forgotten me countless times because of Serena. I decided to take the train back myself. On the way, I closed my eyes, exhausted. This relationship was, ultimately, just a farce. My phone vibrated. It was a SnapChat story from Serena, and she’d even tagged me. A perfectly composed selfie, with the VIP suite of some exclusive club as the background. Serena looked radiant and shy, her makeup flawless. A stark contrast to my current state. Serena was holding a rich, restorative broth, smiling sweetly at the camera. And wrapped around her waist was a hand, long and slender, with a wedding ring engraved with “C.C.S.” on its ring finger. The caption read: “Just a little under the weather, but *someone* was so worried he insisted on personally watching me finish my health tonic~ And he’s taking me to see the latest movie too! Thank you, my dearest Dylan.” I stared intently at Dylan’s hand, with my wedding ring, wrapped around Serena’s waist. I stared at Serena’s smug, triumphant face. I knew then that her “not feeling well” was just another act to win Dylan’s sympathy. And Dylan wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what was going on, or perhaps he simply didn’t care about the truth. He enjoyed Serena’s dependence on him, and he enjoyed the deep love I, the fool, had for him. For this twisted play, he was willing to sacrifice me, his wife, still recovering in a hospital bed, then comfortably accompany his “junior colleague” to drink health tonics and watch movies. “Ha, Chloe. You’re truly pathetic.” I tilted my head back, feeling the pain and weakness radiating through my body. My gaze lingered on the glowing phone screen, fixed on Dylan’s wedding ring. The name etched for love now felt so ironic. Serena and I were never a choice for him in his heart, not after ten years of dating and three years of marriage. Only because he was so sure I’d never leave him, Serena always came first. The last flicker of hope I held for Dylan was extinguished. I took off my matching wedding ring and placed it on the table. This time, I wouldn’t wait for Dylan to turn back. I opened the email with the offer from the Swiss Medical Research Institute and didn’t hesitate to send my acceptance. With my qualifications and successful clinical record, even with a blemish on my academic history, many hospitals were still eager to recruit me. Years ago, I’d stayed by Dylan’s side to help him grow into one of the hospital’s leaders. Now, I’d shot myself in the foot. I called my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. I didn’t want anything from our life here. I just wanted to completely cut ties with Dylan. In three days, I would leave and start a new life.

Back at the home Dylan and I shared, standing in the corner where the baby crib used to be, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The burning pain from my abdominal wound couldn’t make me ignore the deeper heartache within. I held the printed job offer from a top hospital and my plane ticket for three days later, lost in thought. Dylan pushed the door open. Seeing me, his face registered a fleeting awkwardness. He then completely ignored my ashen face, his gaze falling instead on the document folder in my hand. “Doesn’t your wound hurt? Why are you moving around? Get back in bed! What are you holding?” I casually hid the documents behind my back. “Surgery case files for archiving. I need to send them back to Ocean City Hospital for备案.” Dylan didn’t seem to doubt my words. He solicitously helped me to the bedroom, settled me on the bed, and tucked in the covers. “Back in Ocean City, Serena wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t have time to pick you up. I was actually just about to leave, but you came back.” I stared into his eyes and gave a short, bitter laugh. “You didn’t have time, and you didn’t send anyone else to pick me up either.” Dylan knew he was in the wrong and didn’t reprimand my sarcasm as he usually would. Instead, he turned and went to the living room. I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. I closed my eyes, hoping to get some rest. Not long after, a knock on the door woke me. Dylan then came into the bedroom carrying a bowl of soup. He spoke coldly, as if just completing a task. “Drink this. The doctor said you need to replenish your qi and blood.” I turned my head and saw the obvious takeout bag in the living room trash can. My blood ran cold. On our wedding day, Dylan had promised me he would always make me homemade meals. And as a doctor, Dylan had countless times stated he would never eat takeout. Yet now, he was only willing to fob me off with it. Just then, Dylan’s phone rang. He casually placed the soup bowl on the nightstand and answered Serena’s FaceTime call. Serena, looking pale on the screen, whined to Dylan, “Dylan, my chest hurts… I can’t sleep…” The background of Serena’s video was the VIP suite I had longed for during my pregnancy. When I had mentioned it to Dylan back then, he had refused, saying, “That suite is reserved for an important patient who needs treatment occasionally. Chloe, let’s just stay in a regular room.” Now I knew that Dylan’s “important patient” was none other than his Serena. Dylan’s voice suddenly softened when he heard Serena. “Be good, don’t be scared. I’ll be right back to you. Make sure you get your IV drip.” “Okay, Dylan. I’ll wait for you. I also want to eat the lotus root and pork rib soup you make.” “Alright, alright, I’ll make it for you, my sweet little foodie.” Their flirting and sweet-talking, if you didn’t know the situation, would make you think they were a very loving couple. A sudden cramp in my abdomen made me cough out in pain. Dylan seemed to snap back to reality, glancing at me guiltily, then comforting Serena before hanging up. “What’s wrong, Chloe? Does it hurt again?” “I’m fine. If you have something to do, just go.” Dylan didn’t expect me to actually tell him to go be with Serena. His eyes lit up with delight. “Chloe, you finally understand me. You’ve finally become compliant.” “Even in her hospital room, Serena is still worried about you, helping organize your miscarriage medical records. She really cares about you. You’re too weak for high-intensity work right now. Let her take over your Head of Department position.” I snapped my eyes open, staring at Dylan. My nails dug into my palms. I searched his eyes for any trace of reluctance, but found nothing. Could Dylan really be so heartless, giving away the position I’d pursued for years with just a single sentence to Serena? Then, remembering the Swiss Medical Research Institute, I withdrew my gaze, looked at the ceiling, and nodded. Dylan’s eyes immediately lit up. His voice filled with satisfaction. “That new drug development project you were in charge of before your complicated birth? She’ll take it over and publish it. She needs accomplishments to gain respect.” That project was the culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears. Dylan had once convinced all the group leaders to support me unconditionally, but now it was all hers too. Fine. If I’m going to cut ties, I’ll make it a clean break. I swallowed the bitterness in my heart, my voice hoarse. “Okay.” Dylan was overjoyed. He habitually reached out to caress my cheek. I stretched out my hand and brushed his away. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, his fingers squeezing tightly as he stared at my empty ring finger. “Where’s the ring? Where’s your wedding ring? You know what that symbolizes!” Of course I knew. It was the symbol of our promise to be together forever. But he had broken that promise long ago, so why blame me? Why act so devoted now? I spoke numbly. “My hand swelled after the miscarriage. I took it off. Lost it.” Dylan furiously threw my hand away. “You lost the baby, and you can’t even hold onto this one memory? Serena still cherishes the good luck charm I gave her three years ago, keeping it by her bedside!” “I think you’ve truly lost your mind. You’re not fit for work anymore. I expect to see your resignation letter tomorrow.” The same rigid attitude, the same refusal to be denied. Dylan didn’t wait for my answer, striding out the door and slamming it shut. I pressed my throbbing temples, reassuring myself that it would all be over soon. The next day, I placed my resignation letter and the divorce papers together on Dylan’s desk. Still fuming, Dylan didn’t even glance at me. He picked up the resignation letter and started signing it, and naturally, the divorce papers were signed too. Dylan flung the signed documents at me, growling. “Get lost! Go home and reflect on yourself, or next time you’ll be crying and begging me to come back.” I bent down and picked up the divorce papers Dylan had signed, a mocking smile on my face. Now, I wouldn’t cry for him anymore. Serena flaunted various gifts from Dylan and her colleagues on her SnapChat. I shredded my miscarriage diagnosis report and the blood-stained surgical scrubs, then picked up my plane ticket abroad. The moment the taxi trunk closed, a message from Dylan flashed on my phone.

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Last life, both I and my husband’s first love went into difficult labor at the same time. My husband, without a moment’s hesitation, gave the critical blood transfusion to Ashley, leading to my child being brain-damaged from birth. He took Ashley and their child to the city to start a business, hitting it big and becoming a renowned entrepreneur. They lived in a sprawling mansion, enjoying the high life. But my child and I? We were left behind in a remote town, enduring daily humiliation from the locals. Until a group of thugs lured my son into an old, dilapidated outhouse and drowned him in the cesspit. Soon after, I aged beyond recognition, barely forty but looking eighty – a withered, broken husk of a woman. When my husband finally returned, flaunting his success, Ashley, nestled in his arms, still looked like she was in her twenties. Seeing me, Ashley smirked, a triumphant glint in her eyes: “Granny, mind stepping aside?” I felt my blood boil, then my world went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the delivery room, in the throes of labor.

A searing, tearing pain ripped through me, and I realized I’d been reborn to the moment of my difficult labor. Right now, Blake’s first love, Ashley, was in the delivery room right next to mine. Clutching my belly, I rasped out, “Give me blood! A transfusion!” The next second, my mother-in-law, Brenda, stormed into the delivery room. Her face was a thundercloud, and she didn’t hesitate to slap me, hard. “Blood transfusion? Do you know how much that costs?” “If you hadn’t insisted on coming to this small community clinic to give birth, the money we saved could’ve lasted us for ages!” My face stung with throbbing pain, but I bit down hard on my lip. If I hadn’t insisted on coming here, with the abysmal hygiene conditions at home, both my child and I would have been dead! My voice, raw with pain, was barely a whisper. “Please! I’m having a difficult labor, give me blood!” “Otherwise, the baby will be brain-damaged!” Brenda scoffed. “Why are you so overdramatic?” “I think you’re just not trying hard enough, you just want to slack off, that’s why you can’t push him out!” I ignored her taunts, grabbing the nurse’s cold, clammy hand. “Please, help me!” The nurse glanced at my lower body, her expression grave as she nodded. “She’s hemorrhaging badly! Prepare for a blood transfusion!” Just as the nurse was about to leave, Brenda blocked her path, her shifty eyes glinting with a cruel light. “Our family won’t pay for any blood transfusion! We don’t have the money!” “What’s a little blood? Every woman bleeds during childbirth! She just needs to tough it out.” I clenched my teeth, screaming at the nurse, my voice raw, “I have money! I’ll pay for it! Please, get me the blood!” At that, Brenda finally moved aside, but she kept muttering about how dramatic I was. Just as the nurse returned with the blood bag, Blake burst in and snatched it away. “Ashley is also in difficult labor! She needs the blood now! Give it to Ashley first!” My heart seized. “No, Blake! I’m hemorrhaging too!” Blake scoffed. “Who are you trying to fool?” “I know you can’t stand Ashley, but how could you lie about something so life-or-death? Have you no shame?” “You’re screaming your head off, but Ashley’s in so much pain she can’t even speak!” I gritted my teeth. “I’m carrying *your* child! Can you really be so heartless?” “You and Ashley have the same blood type. You can donate your blood to her, it’s the same thing!” As soon as I said that, Brenda scowled and started yelling at me. “Is that how a wife talks? His blood is his life force, darling. Donating it would drain him, weaken him! How dare you suggest such a thing?” Before I could retort, Blake was already turning to leave with the blood. He said, “You’re so strong, you can just grit your teeth and get through it. But Ashley… she can’t!”

I gritted my teeth, sinking into a pit of despair. Had I been reborn only to watch myself and my child slide back into the tragic fate of my previous life? Just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a name pierced through the chaotic fog in my mind. Liam. My childhood sweetheart. After I married Blake in my last life, I lost touch with Liam. I’d only vaguely heard he’d become the manager of the local general store. He worked nearby. He could definitely help me. I mustered my last ounce of strength, gripping the nurse’s cold, clammy hand. “Nurse… please…” My voice was a ragged, desperate rasp, like sandpaper on stone. “Help me make a call. Get someone to bring me blood!” But at that moment, Blake reappeared at the delivery room door. His gaze, sharp as a razor, cut into me. “Skylar, what are you playing at?” “You still have the energy to talk. You’re not even in difficult labor. Why are you calling people?” Every single word he uttered felt like a poisoned ice pick, a brutal stab to my heart. My vision swam with black spots, and a tearing pain ripped through my lower body. I bit down hard on my lip. “Blake, the child I’m carrying… is *your* child too!” He scoffed, a chilling sneer twisting his lips. “Precisely because it’s my child, I can’t let him be born into a lie.” “You’re not in difficult labor at all. You just saw Ashley having complications and decided to fake it to make me pity you!” I never imagined that Blake truly intended to abandon my child and me to our deaths! Just then, the nurse cried out in a panic, “The patient really is in difficult labor! She needs a blood transfusion immediately, or the baby’s life will be in danger!” Blake merely sneered. “Oh, you’re good! You even bribed the nurse to trick me!” “Tell me! How much did she pay you to put on this act with her?” The nurse’s face went white. She struggled, crying, “Let go of me! Saving lives is urgent!” Blake looked like he’d heard the funniest joke. “Save her? What’s worth saving about a woman full of lies and a vicious heart?” At that moment, Ashley’s sharp scream echoed from the next delivery room. The coldness on his face instantly melted into anxious desperation, as if scorched by flames. He didn’t even spare me another glance, turning and rushing into the room next door. Before he left, he spoke to Brenda, his voice dark. “Mom, stay here and watch her!” “Let’s see how long she can keep up this act!” His words, so casually tossed, felt like poisoned icicles, sealing shut the last sliver of hope I clung to. My vision went black, and all the strength drained from my body in an instant, leaving me hollow. I finally stopped struggling, stopped crying out. Because I realized I had completely lost hope. “No! The patient can’t hold on much longer!” The nurse’s anxious voice pulled me back to a sliver of consciousness from the fog. “If she doesn’t get blood soon, the baby will suffocate inside her!” A tearing pain ripped through me, but it was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. For me, and for my child! “Is this your family’s child or not? Are you going to just stand there and watch him die?” Brenda’s shifty eyes swept coldly over my pathetic form on the bed, not a trace of compassion on her face. A moment later, a chilling, twisted smile stretched across her face. “Difficult labor, you say?” “I have a folk remedy that works wonders.” My heart clenched, and a terrifying premonition seized me, cold and relentless.

Brenda’s eyes were fixed on me, and she slowly, deliberately, uttered the rest of her sentence. “When a pregnant woman has difficult labor, you find a horse, make it step on her belly a few times, and the baby will come right out.” “Once the horse’s hoof falls, the baby will be delivered naturally!” *Boom!* My mind went blank. How could any sane person suggest something so monstrous? She wanted to stomp us into a bloody pulp! “No! No!” I don’t know where the strength came from, but I violently propped myself up halfway on the bed, screaming hysterically with my raw, torn throat. “You wouldn’t dare!” She scoffed, her smile laced with venom and malicious delight. “It’s not up to you.” Every word she spoke was like a death sentence. “You’re carrying a child of the Blake family. How it’s born is our decision!” No sooner had she finished speaking than she turned and walked out of the delivery room. Soon after, Brenda returned with two burly men. “Drag her out!” The two men nodded and started walking towards me, step by heavy step! The nurse spread her arms, blocking them, her face pale. “You’re trying to kill her!” “She’s just given birth! She’ll die like this!” I thrashed with all my limbs, but my meager strength was like trying to stop a bulldozer with my bare hands against two grown men. One grabbed my arms, the other lifted my legs, and they brutally dragged me off the bed. I was lifted and carried out like a sacrificial lamb, stripped of all dignity. They carried me to the entrance of the clinic. A crowd of curious villagers had gathered. “What’s going on? Why are they carrying out the woman who’s giving birth?” “Must be that her in-laws found out the baby isn’t theirs! Serves her right!” “No wonder! She deserves it!” Brenda led a yellow ox, the very one that had pulled the cart bringing me here, from a short distance away. She brought the ox in front of me, its snorting breath hot on my face. Brenda’s wrinkled yet menacing face, her eyes glinting with undisguised malice. “No horse? No problem.” “An ox will do just fine!” Waves of despair washed over me. Were my son and I destined to die, not even getting a whole body back? What had I ever done wrong to deserve this? Just then, I saw Blake standing at the clinic entrance. I cried out as if clutching a lifeline. “Blake! The child I’m carrying is your son! Do you really want me to be humiliated like this?” “If I die, aren’t you afraid of what people will say about you?” But my desperate screams only earned me Blake’s cold scoff. “Who told you to fake difficult labor and lie? It’s good my mom gives you a lesson!” At that, my eyes closed, and all hope vanished. No one could save me now. I only hated myself for choosing the wrong man, for dooming my son in two lifetimes. Brenda led the ox closer, its foul-smelling saliva dripping onto my face. She gave a chilling smirk: “It’ll be over soon. Just one stomp and the baby will come out smoothly!” As Brenda cracked the whip, the ox lifted its hoof high, about to come down on my body! In that split second, I heard a familiar voice! “Stop!” That voice… “Skylar, is that you?” I wrenched my eyes open and saw a familiar figure at the edge of the crowd.

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I loved Blake for ten years, and finally, after his first love dumped him, I became his wife. I overestimated Blake’s love for me, and I underestimated the devastating impact of the woman who still held his heart captive. When I was pregnant, he was accompanying her to prenatal check-ups. When the doctors gave me a death sentence, he was taking care of her, ensuring her pregnancy was safe. When I miscarried, he was by her bedside, waiting for her to give birth. But when I wanted a divorce, he regretted it! Mia Thompson’s giggling on my phone was jarringly loud in the hands-free clinic. Mia was the one Blake had always held a torch for, the one he could never truly have. I was just the desperate wife who had practically begged him to marry her when he was down on his luck. Blake’s tone, as always, was impatient. “You’re already at the hospital, what are you stirring up now? You know Mia’s pregnancy is delicate and she needs someone to look after her. If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Can I cure you? I’m hanging up, bye!” Before the dial tone, I heard Mia’s voice, sweet and faint: “Blake, I’m not feeling well…” A chill swept through my entire body. I put my phone away and looked at Daniel Davis, whose brows were tightly furrowed across the desk. “I’m keeping this baby,” I said. Professor Daniel, looking grim, was my childhood best friend and now a renowned OB/GYN specialist at this hospital. Daniel held my report, his face somber. “Stomach cancer. If we terminate the pregnancy now and pursue aggressive treatment, there’s still hope…” I cut him off before he could finish. “No! No termination. I’m giving birth to this child.” I was terrified of dying, but I couldn’t bear to give up the child in my belly, Blake and my child. When I got home and pushed open the door, I saw Blake massaging Mia’s legs. Watching the two of them, a picture of domestic bliss, it hit me. He’d merely claimed he wanted me to go stay at his family’s estate for my pregnancy so I’d vacate the space. “Don’t overthink it, she’s just staying for a little while,” Blake explained dismissively when he saw me suddenly return. The discomfort in my stomach made me nauseous again. Seeing me clutch my chest, my face pale, Blake’s movements as he propped a soft pillow under Mia suddenly faltered. Maybe it was my imagination, but for a split second, I thought I saw a hint of concern in his eyes. “Serena isn’t that petty, Blake. Saying that makes Serena sad!” Mia’s sweet, teasing complaint made him quickly adjust the pillow for her again. Watching his careful attentiveness, my heart twisted painfully. It felt like ages since he’d been that gentle with me. Mia, who had left Blake to impulsively marry a wealthy man years ago, hadn’t had an easy life. Her husband was known for having multiple mistresses. Every time they argued, she’d call Blake, pouring out her heart to him, tearfully claiming she’d sacrificed her feelings back then just to ensure Blake and I could be happy. No matter how I explained, Blake never believed me. Every time Mia called, Blake would rush to her side without hesitation. In this marriage, I gave everything, yet I still loved him so pathetically. My gaze fell on the pillow in Blake’s hand. It still had our sweet wedding photo printed on it, now propped behind another woman by the very man in the picture. A dull ache settled in my chest. Mia, meanwhile, was delicately holding Blake’s arm, her eyes meeting mine with a triumphant, challenging smirk. “Oh, Serena, I’m so sorry. I just asked Blake to pick you up from the hospital, but he was worried about my health and couldn’t leave me alone. It’s all my fault, don’t be angry with him…” It was laughable. Mia was acting like she was fighting over a man with someone on her deathbed. Her voice was still so sickeningly sweet, exactly as hateful as I remembered. “Why bother with her? Can’t a grown woman get home by herself?” Blake snapped. Mia’s smirk widened. “I need to talk to you. Come up when you’re done.” I bypassed the two on the couch and headed straight upstairs. This marriage, tainted by a third person, had dragged on for too long. I was dying soon, and stubbornly, I wanted an answer. An answer about me, Mia, and him.

Mrs. Jenkins brought up some chicken soup. “Mrs. Stone, please have some chicken soup first. Mr.—Mr. Blake will be here in a moment.” Mrs. Jenkins was an excellent cook; I loved her chicken soup most, but now my body couldn’t even enjoy it. The oil on top of the soup slowly solidified, and I watched it, lost in thought. The door opened. “What can’t you say downstairs? Mia isn’t an outsider.” Blake’s tone was impatient, his face showing clear disdain. “Blake, did you ever love me?” I gently asked, clutching my stomach, trying to suppress the nausea. “Oh, here we go again, being unreasonable. Serena, when did you become so heartless? Mia just got divorced and has nowhere to go; I’m just taking care of her for a while!” “A while? How long? Six months? A year?” I met his gaze, pressing him, question after question. *You know the doctor said I have less than six months left.* I didn’t voice that last part. “You weren’t like this before, what happened to you?” “Can’t you be more understanding, like Mia? Stop making a big deal out of nothing. You’re both pregnant women, wouldn’t it be better if you were considerate of each other?” It was always like this. Whenever Mia was brought up, I was the unreasonable one. Five years ago, when his company faced a crisis and was on the brink of bankruptcy, Mia abandoned him and impulsively married some rich guy. He spiraled into despair and self-harm, and I stayed by his side day and night, caring for him, and he never said I was unreasonable. When I pleaded with my father for three days, risking his disapproval, to get the funds to help Blake through his crisis, he never said I was unreasonable. Now, I was dying, and he brought Mia, the woman who had abandoned him, back into *my* home, letting her stay in *my* bedroom. I hadn’t even shown any anger, and he was calling me unreasonable! The thought sent a chilling realization washing over me, making me tremble all over. The pain in my body made it impossible to stand upright. “Blake, did you ever love me?” I curled up by the desk, large beads of sweat beading on my forehead. “That’s enough! Are you always going to use these pathetic tricks to get my attention?” With that, he turned to leave. My vision swam, and I collapsed to the floor. “Are you serious?” Seeing my pained face, he rushed over and scooped me up. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a flicker of concern on his face. “Blake, did you ever love me?” I touched his face, asking one last time, waiting for an answer. “I—” Suddenly, an urgent cry for help interrupted his words. “Blake, my stomach hurts so bad! Come quickly!” Mia’s shriek echoed from downstairs. I saw Blake’s half-opened mouth tighten instantly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dropped me and rushed downstairs, leaving only a panicked glimpse of his back. Lying on the floor, feeling the waves of excruciating pain in my stomach, my heart felt hollow. Blake’s words were unfinished, but I heard the answer. Between Mia and me, I was never even an option in his mind. I never had a chance to be chosen. Not then, not now. 4 The three of us were high school classmates. If there was a first in line, it was definitely me who noticed Blake first. Mia was the daughter of Mrs. Jenkins, our housekeeper. My parents felt sorry for her, so they arranged for her to attend the same school as me and covered all her tuition. She was beautiful, outgoing, and wildly charismatic. She attracted the attention of many boys the moment she enrolled, and Blake, who always had a high opinion of himself, was no exception. Standing next to Mia, she looked more like the pampered daughter of a wealthy family. Blake used to always say, “Serena, can’t you be more outgoing and lively, like Mia? Who would like someone so quiet and withdrawn, always lost in thought?” He was right. Quiet and withdrawn me couldn’t express my feelings, and I didn’t win his affection. Later, Blake always insisted on walking to and from school with Mia and me. The three of us walked together, but each of us held our own silent thoughts. On the day of high school graduation, Mia became Blake’s girlfriend. It was an August evening, with a gentle summer breeze. Under the maple tree, the young couple passionately embraced, their kiss lingering. That night, two hearts were stirred, but three people suffered from insomnia. After that, I faded from their sight, only hearing updates about them during summer and winter breaks from Mia. Then, one day, Mia suddenly asked, “Serena, do you like Blake?” My face burned crimson, all the way to my neck, but I flatly denied it. “No, you’re overthinking. You two should stay together. High school love is rare and precious.” “Love? My mom says love is the cheapest thing there is. You have to find a rich man. I don’t want to be a housekeeper my whole life like my mom!” Mia said, looking at her new phone, engrossed in her own thoughts. My face stiffened. “Then you and Blake…” “Blake used to be the richest person I knew, so of course I was with him. But now I’ve seen a wider world, and I should have better options!” “Look how nice this phone is, it’s the latest model! My friend gave it to me!” “Friend?” I looked at her in disbelief. The Mia I knew before wasn’t like this. Mia’s words pierced my heart like a thorn. I didn’t want Blake to be kept in the dark, and I worried about him getting hurt. After tossing and turning all night, I tapped on Blake’s SnapChat icon and subtly hinted at what was happening. But the next day, Blake called me out. In front of a dramatically sobbing Mia, he loudly reprimanded me: “Serena, how could you be so vicious? I won’t allow you to slander Mia. If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for being unkind.” Mia leaned into Blake’s embrace, feigning distress, but shot me a triumphant look as she choked back her “tears.” Watching those two, I honestly wanted to slap myself. Later, after college graduation, Blake, despite his family’s objections, defiantly got engaged to Mia. However, when Mia learned that Blake’s family business was facing a financial crisis, she abandoned him alone at their wedding venue. The very next day, she had a lavish wedding with a wealthy man. The man who had lived in my heart for ten years was discarded by the woman he loved most. I couldn’t bear to see him wallow in despair and self-pity. I was constantly by his side, working tirelessly for him. Perhaps it was his disillusionment with Mia, perhaps his gratitude for my unwavering presence, or maybe he truly fell in love with me. A year later, he proposed to me. After marriage, I didn’t hold high hopes for Blake’s love, after all, my feelings for him had always been unrequited. But he was gentle and attentive towards me, meticulously thoughtful. He remembered my period dates every month and had small surprises for me. When my parents passed away, he worked during the day and stayed by my side at night, barely sleeping. If it weren’t for Mia constantly calling him out, I might have truly believed he had fallen in love with me. Then, three months ago, Mia, freshly divorced, appeared at my doorstep. That night, Blake slept with his back to me for the first time, tossing and turning all night. I knew my happiness was about to be snatched away. After that, he grew increasingly distant. He couldn’t even be bothered to make excuses when he went to see Mia. He came home later and later each day, carrying the scent of Mia’s favorite perfume. 5 I woke up on the floor to an empty upstairs. Perhaps Mrs. Jenkins heard my movements, as she came into the study. “Oh, Mrs. Stone, you haven’t had a drop of this chicken soup. Mr. Blake truly… he doesn’t even care about you. Look how thin you’ve become, sigh…” I offered a bitter smile. Even Mrs. Jenkins noticed I’d lost weight, but the man who slept beside me didn’t. I leaned against the wall, intending to rest, but after only a couple of steps, my vision went black, and I passed out. When I woke again, I was in a hospital bed. “What drama are you stirring up now?” Blake’s voice cut through the air. “Do you have any idea that because of picking you up, Mia was alone doing her check-up? What if something happened?” I collected myself and saw Blake by my bed. My heart ached as I then noticed Mia standing by the foot of it. So, Blake had left me to take Mia to the hospital. He was worried about Mia doing a check-up alone, but it never occurred to him that I might die alone at home at any moment. “Blake, you mustn’t speak to Serena like that. She cares about you too!” Her words were laced with feigned concern; I couldn’t even be bothered to respond. Now that I had my answer, I no longer held any illusions about the man before me. “Let’s get a divorce,” I said, looking out at the birds flying past the window, my voice weak. “Serena, do you always have to compete with Mia? Do you know there are no beds available in the hospital? This bed you’re lying in, Mia gave it up for you! When will you ever be considerate?” I painfully propped myself up and got out of bed. “Doctor, I want to be discharged!” “Serena!” Blake roared. I stared blankly at the man before me, whose veins were bulging in his neck from anger. He never used to yell at me like this. Even when I angered him, he would just gently touch my forehead and say, “My dear Serena is being naughty again. You need to be a good girl.” But now, ever since Mia returned, all his tenderness was for her. I was like a shameless, ungrateful shrew. “Yes! This bed was hers, and now I don’t want it! I’m giving it back to her!” “My husband was also someone she didn’t want, and gave to me. Now, I don’t want him either! I’m giving him back to her!” “Is that enough?!” I screamed, using every last ounce of my strength. The commotion in the room drew Daniel, who was doing his rounds. When he saw me, his brows furrowed even deeper than they had that morning. “You shouldn’t get agitated now. Your condition—” “What condition? What condition could she possibly have, being pregnant?” Blake interrupted Daniel. He glared at me, his eyes blazing. “Serena, you’ve really improved, haven’t you? First, you lied about Mia being a gold-digger, and now you’re dragging a doctor into your lies to deceive me. Are you really that unloved?!” Yes, I was that unloved. Years ago, to revive his failing business, I pleaded with my father for three days and nights, risking his disapproval. I secured ten million dollars for Blake’s working capital. That ten million dollars, however, severed my last connection to my parents in this world. After my parents gave me the money, I was constantly by Blake’s side, working tirelessly for him, being a supportive wife and partner, helping him get back on his feet. But my parents, due to the sudden withdrawal of capital, had their financial chain broken. Unable to withstand the pressure from their investors, they both jumped to their deaths. By the time I rushed there, I only saw their cold bodies. At the time of the incident, Blake’s company was at a critical juncture, and I didn’t want to distract him, so he knew nothing of this. He only knew my parents had passed away, and I handled their funerals alone. In this world, apart from the child in my womb, I had no family left. Daniel was enraged by Blake’s attitude. He sharply said, “Her condition is very—” Mia’s wail interrupted Daniel’s unfinished sentence. “Ah—ah—Doctor, my stomach hurts so bad! Come quickly, please! Did giving up the bed just now stir things up and cause early labor?!” Blake strode towards Mia, glaring at me. “If anything happens to Mia, I won’t forgive you!” With that, he picked her up and rushed towards the doctor’s office. Even though my heart was completely cold towards this man, seeing my unborn child’s father abandon him for someone else’s child, I couldn’t help but feel an agonizing pang. As soon as Blake left, a warm gush flowed down my legs. I looked down. It was blood! “Daniel, Daniel, save my baby!” As the blood gushed out, searing pain ripped through my stomach, and I panicked. In the emergency room, machines beeped and whirred. I felt like I was losing so much blood.

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When the monster tortured me to death, my dad, Captain Miller, a top-tier detective, and my mom, Dr. Davis, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy cheering on my sister, Chloe, at her competition. To get back at my dad, who had once put his brother behind bars, the criminal cut out my tongue. Then, using my own phone, he dialed my dad’s number. My dad snapped just one line before hanging up: “Whatever it is, your sister Chloe’s competition is what matters most today!” The criminal sneered, a dark chuckle escaping him. “Looks like I grabbed the wrong one. I thought they’d care more about their *biological* daughter!” At the crime scene, my parents were horrified by the gruesome state of the body, raging at the killer’s cruelty. Yet, they didn’t recognize the person lying there, so horribly mutilated, as their own flesh and blood. …… My body was found in an abandoned, unfinished building. The construction workers were retching, one hand clamped over their mouths, as they dialed 91

My parents rushed over from Chloe’s victory celebration. Detective Bell, the forensics expert, frowned deeply, motioning for them to put on masks. My dad was one of the best criminal investigation captains, and my mom was the top medical examiner in the city. Even for them, seasoned veterans of countless crime scenes, seeing the body made them falter. The oppressive summer heat had caused the body to bloat horribly, her face caved in, a pulpy, bloody mess where features used to be. It was impossible to make out any features. Her body was covered in injuries, and her head was barely clinging to her neck by a thread of flesh. A sickening, putrid stench, the foul odor of advanced decomposition, hung heavy in the air. Mom closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and put on her gloves, beginning the preliminary examination. Her gaze held a rare flicker of pity as she looked at my body. In life, I had never once received such gentleness from her. I watched nervously as she removed the blood-stained ring from my hand. I’d made several identical rings, planning to give them to my family. But when Chloe’s didn’t fit, my parents had flown into a rage at me. “I knew you had bad intentions! You just wanted to bully your sister!” “Aubrey, even if you are our biological daughter, Chloe has lived in this house for eighteen years. She will always be more important than you!” Even though their angry words still rang in my ears, I clung to the belief that my parents still loved me. They had to recognize the gift I gave them! But Mom merely signaled her assistant, Maya, to put the ring into an evidence bag, her face utterly expressionless. I shouldn’t have hoped. My parents never had a place for me in their hearts. Not even for their biological daughter. My brother, Liam, used to tell me that Mom and Dad adopted Chloe because they couldn’t find me after I was abducted, and that *I* was their truly beloved daughter. But after I came home, there was no longer a place for me in the house. I felt like an intruder, a cuckoo in someone else’s nest. After surveying the crime scene, Dad sighed and asked Mom, “What’s the situation with this body?” Mom pulled off her gloves, rubbing her furrowed brow. “The victim is estimated to be around 20 years old. Preliminary assessment suggests the cause of death was a slit throat. She likely suffered prolonged torture before dying.” “The brutality is extreme, and the social impact will be terrible. We need to crack this case quickly before public opinion explodes,” Dad said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag, looking troubled. Even in death, I was nothing but a burden to them. Detective Bell warned, “The killer hasn’t been caught yet. Remind your family to be careful. You have two girls at home; it’s best they don’t go out at night.” Mom irritably waved a hand. “Chloe is always obedient. As for Aubrey, I can’t control her.” Detective Bell was an old classmate of my parents, so he knew our family situation well. Dad lightly massaged his right shoulder. Detective Bell noticed his action and asked, “Still bothering you, Miller? Your shoulder?” Dad waved it off. “It’s nothing. Just some pain relief patches Aubrey bought…” As he spoke, he froze. The unruly daughter they complained about was the one who genuinely cared for their well-being. Detective Bell patted Dad’s back. “Go easy on Aubrey. She is your biological daughter, after all.” Dad shook his head. “A couple of days ago, Chloe had a tennis match. She kept saying she wanted Aubrey to come watch. But Aubrey? She played dead after I called her. Chloe was so disappointed that Aubrey didn’t show up, she only got third place because she was worried about her sister.” “Aubrey hasn’t been home for days. Who knows where she’s died out there. Guess that’s what you get when they’re not raised by your own hand. Just useless.” Hearing my parents’ accusations and complaints, I felt a bone-chilling cold. Mom, Dad, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to come home. I just… couldn’t anymore. That ‘thankless creature’ you called me died the very day you were cheering on Chloe at her tennis match. My body was right there, in front of your eyes. During the case discussion, after Mom’s autopsy report, the police officers present looked grave. Because of the horrifying state of my death, facial identification was impossible. The abandoned building where my body was dumped wasn’t the primary crime scene, significantly increasing the difficulty of the investigation. Dad assigned officers to search the area around the dump site for suspicious individuals. “Please conduct another autopsy, Dr. Davis, see if there are any new findings. Get the DNA samples to the lab as quickly as possible.” With that instruction to Mom, Dad hurried out with his team. My parents seemed more concerned about the corpse itself than they ever were about me. Mom used to stroke Chloe’s beautiful hair, telling her how being a forensic pathologist was a noble profession, giving a voice to the dead. I watched Chloe nod in agreement, but when Mom turned away, Chloe would discreetly wipe her hair as if disgusted. That time, I slapped Chloe, and Dad punished me by shaving my head. And now, Mom touched my hair on my corpse with a pained expression, softly saying, “To die so horribly… how heartbroken her family must be.” I gave a self-deprecating smile. My family should be happy about my death, I thought. Perhaps only Liam would be sad for a moment. Mom’s gloved hand moved across my back. There was a large patch of burn scars there, from when I was abducted. When I was first brought home, as I changed clothes, Mom looked surprised, then slightly disgusted. “How did you get that on your back? It’s repulsive. Don’t scare Chloe.”

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Blake Donovan said my body was a curse, yet his lucky charm. The rougher he was in bed, the smoother his career went. So, every day, blindfolded, I endured his demands, his forceful advances, whenever and wherever. After the seventh tearing, I was back in the hospital. That’s when I overheard a nurse calling me an “elite-tier pleasure object.” Fury surged through me, I wanted to confront them, but then I heard my fiancé talking to his friends. “How did you tear Amelia Vance up again, Blake? My turn when she heals?” “Amelia Vance is a godsend! I only used her once, and I got a raise and a promotion!” Blake softly kissed Scarlett Hayes’ forehead, speaking with a casual indifference that chilled me. “She’s getting so much more *accommodating* now. Don’t worry, she’ll be good to go again in no time!” Everyone chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. Scarlett playfully smacked Blake’s chest. “You guys are so bad, Professor Donovan! Aren’t you afraid Amelia will find out and break off the engagement?” Blake carefully pulled her onto his lap, gently pinching her cheek. “You’re all that matters to me.” “Women like her are cheap. I treat her like this every time, and she still loves it. You think she’d ever leave me?” His words were met with universal agreement. “I’ve been with so many women, but she’s the most obedient, the softest.” “She just lets us do whatever we want. Even when it hurts, she only cries. Honestly, I’m kinda hooked.” “It hurts so bad, but she screams so sweetly. Blake, can we try that last game again next time? She won’t die, and a little blood just adds to the thrill!” But Blake’s face darkened. “I told you, if you want to play this game, you follow my rules!” “No matter what, she’s *my* Amelia Vance now.” “She chased me for three years. She’d probably lose her mind if I left her. She’s been with me, after all. I can’t just let you guys completely ruin her.” The others didn’t dare push it. “You’re right. Blake’s such a stand-up guy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t share such a prize with us.” “Blake, why don’t you share some tips? Where do you find such obedient women?” Blake just curled his lips into a cold, emotionless smile. “She’s just… cheap. She loves it when people are rough with her.” “Just give her a little sweet talk afterward, and she’ll hand you her heart.” They continued to discuss their “experience” with me. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, my body frozen, hands and feet as cold as a corpse. What were they talking about? Blake and I had known each other since we were ten, together for twelve years. He treated me like a precious gem. After we started dating, even my parents saw him as their successor. I’d stepped back from my lab, handing over my half-finished research, practically putting him on a pedestal as a genius doctor, celebrated and admired. He said he was too busy, that he didn’t have enough time for me, and he wanted to make it up to me. So, no matter how rough he was during our intimate moments, I thought he was just too passionate. Even after being torn multiple times, I bit my lips until they bled from the pain, yet I never wanted him to stop. Turns out, it was all just my wishful thinking. The thought of him whispering sweet nothings in my ear last night made me sick to my stomach. My body weak, I leaned on the wall, struggling to stand, when I heard Scarlett’s suggestion. “Oh, Amelia Vance is so rare, a masochist like her. I’ve never seen one before!” “Blake, can I observe too?” She looked around at the men, a wicked grin on her face. “To thank Amelia for ‘helping’ me, I specially invited a master from abroad for her. He’ll definitely make her even more vibrant and resilient.” Blake’s gaze fell on a man who had been quiet and unassuming. I instinctively looked over, and our eyes met. He mouthed something, but I quickly looked away, unable to make it out. Blake hesitated. “No more tearing. The doctor said if she gets hurt again, it won’t heal properly.” Scarlett, though, grew even more excited. “Tearing makes it more fun! Besides, if it doesn’t heal, just use another spot, right?” Blake intimately pecked her lips. “Alright, whatever you say. I’ll make sure you have a blast.”

“If she gets hooked, I’ll announce that she cheated on me. You’ll owe me a new fiancée then.” Scarlett giggled sweetly, burying herself in his arms. Everyone offered them congratulations. Only I remained hidden in the corner, my heart shattered by the truth. I returned to my hospital room, my phone ringing several times. It was such a short distance, but with every step, the pain in my body felt like dancing on knife-edges, and cold sweat drenched me. I gripped the bed rail, waiting for the worst of the pain to subside. Just then, the hospital room door swung open. Blake, phone in hand, rushed in with a worried expression and scooped me up into his arms. His movements were too rough, tearing at my wounds. The scent of roses made me nauseous. “Why didn’t you answer my calls? Are you still mad at me?” I closed my eyes, hesitantly clinging to his sleeve. “Blake, do you only love me?” He froze, not answering immediately. “Are you overthinking things again? I told you, you’re the most important person in my heart.” “I have things to do back at the lab. Be a good girl, don’t make me worry too much.” He placed me on the bed. My face was pale as I begged him. “I don’t like it here. I want to go home.” Blake was still gentle with me, but I saw the deep-seated disgust in his eyes. “Be a good girl. Our engagement party is in three days.” “How can you attend looking like this? Rest up, don’t overthink.” He was used to domineeringly arranging everything for me. Just then, someone gently knocked on the door. Almost instantly, Blake let go of my hand and eagerly opened the door. Scarlett poked her head in, their eyes met, and they shared a knowing smile. “Professor Donovan, is Amelia still throwing a fit? Don’t be childish, Amelia. Your health is most important.” The girl who had once been so poorly dressed was now vibrant and charming, yet I felt nothing but utter repulsion. I turned my head, but she actively leaned into Blake’s embrace, her voice filled with feigned disappointment. “It seems I shouldn’t have come.” “Amelia, I know you don’t like me. I can go back to my hometown and never bother you two again.” I watched coldly as she cried, pressing herself against Blake. She knew exactly what she was doing. But Blake gently held her, his brow furrowed as he looked at me, his face disapproving. “How long are you going to keep being so childish?” “Scarlett works so hard, she’s so ambitious. It wasn’t easy for her to get out of her small town. How could you be so cruel as to ruin a girl’s life?” So, it was okay for her to ruin my entire life? I felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity. Last time, the research I’d spent three months perfecting was stolen by him and given to Scarlett, who was about to graduate. Not only did Scarlett get credit for the paper, but I also had to appease the other team members and take all the blame. This year, on my birthday, I waited for him on the mountaintop as we’d agreed, to watch the sunrise together. But it wasn’t until I almost fell off the cliff that I saw on his Ins stories that he’d stayed up all night cooking soup for her because her stomach hurt. Time and time again. It seemed ever since Scarlett appeared, he always broke his promises. I used to think that after more than a decade as childhood sweethearts, no one could ever come between us. But that was just what *I* thought. Blake didn’t wait for me to back down, and his face also hardened. “It’s not always the weaker person who’s right, Amelia. You’ve truly disappointed me!” He roughly yanked my leg. A sharp, piercing pain, like a knife twisting in my flesh, tore through me the next second. I could barely speak. “Call… call a doctor…” My pale face made him want to touch me, but he didn’t dare. Scarlett, though, grabbed his hand, looking at me disapprovingly. “Amelia Vance is so lucky. Someone even spoils her when she’s faking it.” “But I think this looks so bad, so immature.” Blake’s concern instantly turned to contempt. He stared at me coldly. “Amelia Vance, you look truly pathetic like this. Stop faking it!” I felt myself getting wet beneath me, my strength completely drained. I reached out, trying desperately to press the call button beside the bed. But as soon as my finger touched it, someone’s hand clamped over my mouth and nose. “It’s nothing, just the patient in Bed 2 playing a prank. You don’t need to worry about her.”

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I’m a forensic pathologist. While shopping at the grocery store, I discovered human flesh displayed at the butcher counter. After reporting it to the police, I immediately contacted my niece to warn her to be careful. A friend reminded me that I should also be concerned about my daughter. I angrily cursed: “It would be better if she died out there. I never want to see her again.” But what I didn’t know was that she had already seen me. I failed to recognize that the pile of flesh in front of me, waiting for my examination, was my own daughter. In the trash bin behind the butcher counter at the grocery store, there was a pile of yellowish fatty tissue that turned out to be human remains. Detective Johnson rushed to the scene as soon as he received the report. I felt relieved when I saw my old partner arrive. “Johnson, this is a serious situation,” I said. Detective Johnson nodded with a frown. Finding dismembered body parts at a grocery store butcher counter – any part of that phrase was enough to send the whole city into a panic. To avoid causing public alarm, Detective Johnson sealed off all the meat counters in the entire store. He asked me, “How long will it take you to examine all these samples?” I had a grave expression. As a dedicated and responsible forensic pathologist, I replied, “At least two days.” I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With my mother’s skills, she would surely be able to help catch the real culprit quickly. Detective Johnson’s brow relaxed a bit. “Make arrangements at home. You should stay at the station for the next few days.” I nodded and pulled out my phone. The moment the call connected, the normally serious and professional female pathologist became gentle and affectionate. “Emma, sweetie, Mom has to work overtime for the next few days. Be good and stay at home. Don’t go out. If anything happens, contact Mr. Wilson next door, okay?” After giving detailed instructions, I hung up the phone feeling reassured. As I turned to get in the car, Detective Johnson called out to stop me. “Shouldn’t you call Abby too? Tell her to be extra careful.” My face instantly darkened: “It would be better if she died out there. I never want to see her again.” I smiled bitterly to myself. Who knew that even souls could feel pain! Mom said she never wanted to see me again, but I was already right in front of her. Many of the samples she was intently focused on examining came from my own body. She just hadn’t recognized me yet.

After two sleepless days and nights of hard work, I finally managed to separate the human tissue from the animal tissue. The results shocked everyone. Detective Johnson looked at me in disbelief: “You’re saying only a quarter of this is human?” I nodded coldly: “That’s right.” Everyone’s faces were grim. They had originally thought only the head was missing, but now it turned out so much of the body was gone too. If human tissue had made its way onto citizens’ dinner tables, it would cause huge waves of panic across the city. The higher-ups were taking this very seriously. The situation was becoming more and more difficult to handle. Detective Johnson’s gaze swept over the display rack nearby, landing on one of the tissue samples. He took down the sample and handed it to me: “What’s this?” My soul began to get excited. They were finally going to discover it was me. I believed that as soon as Mom realized the victim was me, she would surely be able to find the real killer. I had a serious expression: “I was just about to tell you about this. It’s currently our only lead.” “There’s a scar on the victim’s ankle. DNA comparison will take time, but this clue can effectively shorten the comparison process.” Detective Johnson’s brow furrowed slightly: “Doesn’t Abby have a scar on her ankle too? I remember…” Detective Johnson wasn’t just my parents’ old partner, he had also been our neighbor for over 20 years. The scar on my ankle was from when I was riding on the back of his bicycle and got caught in the wheel. He still remembered that incident! Before Detective Johnson could finish speaking, Mom angrily interrupted him. “Johnson, stop it. I know you’re trying to improve my relationship with Abby and get me to show more concern for her. But whenever I think of her, I’m reminded of my husband’s death. I can never forgive Abby.” “She’s the one who caused my husband’s death.” My heart was suddenly pierced with pain, my soul trembling. After all these years, Mom still couldn’t forgive me. I was the one who caused Dad’s death. I deserved to die! Years ago, my aunt and uncle died in an accident, leaving my cousin Emma an orphan. Dad felt sorry for Emma having no one to rely on, so he took her in to raise. But Emma and I didn’t get along well, and we often argued over trivial things. Three years ago on a rainy night, Emma and I had a huge fight and she angrily ran out of the house. Dad drove out to look for Emma. He got into an accident on the way and died at the scene. Mom cursed me as a murderer, saying I had caused Dad’s death. She kicked me out of the house and stopped taking care of me. Mom said Emma was the only blood relative left in the Su family, and she treated Emma like her own daughter. Now, I had been killed in the most cruel way. I, the “murderer”, had received the harshest punishment! Could Mom forgive me now?

As we left the police station, Mom’s phone rang. My grandmother’s anxious voice came through the speaker: “Olivia, Abby is missing.” The moment I heard Grandma’s voice, my heart clenched. If she found out about my death, that kind old lady would be heartbroken. Ever since Mom kicked me out of the house, Grandma had taken me in. Grandma and Mom’s relationship wasn’t good to begin with. After taking me in, they completely cut off contact. Mom snorted disdainfully: “She’s pulling this childish stunt again. Does she think she’s still three years old?” Grandma said worriedly: “But I haven’t been able to reach her for three days…” Before Grandma could finish, Mom angrily scolded her. “I’ve told you before, don’t talk to me about that troublemaker anymore.” Mom hung up the phone and blocked Grandma’s number. After returning home from the police station, Mom immediately went to Emma’s room. “Emma, Mom’s home,” she called out in a gentle, affectionate voice. The kind of loving voice all doting mothers use. I once had that kind of love too, but now it no longer belonged to me. She was only Emma’s mom now. Emma got up and threw herself into Mom’s arms, acting coy. “Mom, you work too hard. I’ve missed you so much these past few days.” Mom stroked her head lovingly: “Don’t worry, once Mom finishes the case I’m working on, I’ll take some vacation days and bring you to see the capital.” The capital! The place I had always dreamed of visiting to see the flag-raising ceremony. Now, all those wonderful things were given to Emma instead. Emma nodded with a smile, then casually asked: “Is this dismemberment case Mom’s working on very troublesome? Will they catch the killer?” With her professional instincts, Mom immediately picked up on the key point. “Emma, how do you know it’s a dismemberment case?” My heart leapt. If they pursued this lead from Emma, they might be able to find the killer quickly. Emma paused for a second, but reacted quickly, snuggling into Mom’s arms. “That day when you called me, I was worried something had happened to you. I know the rules at the station so I didn’t dare ask directly. I just searched online myself and heard about the dismemberment case.” Although Detective Johnson had quickly suppressed the news, we’re in an era of rapid information spread. There were still plenty of rumors circulating. Mom’s brow immediately relaxed. She hugged Emma tightly. “Don’t worry, nothing will happen to Mom.” I shrank dejectedly into the corner. This lead had been cut off too!

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My dad called me at the classified government agency where I work, telling me to go back home for an arranged date. The potential match seemed great on paper – not only was he handsome, but also a renowned entrepreneur in the area. Before I left, my boss specifically instructed the airline to keep my identity confidential. I boarded the plane at the scheduled time and was about to take my seat when someone suddenly shoved me from behind. Before I could react, the person arrogantly pulled out a wad of cash. “I want this seat. Take the money and get lost.” I suppressed my anger and retorted, “This is clearly the seat I reserved in advance. What gives you the right to kick me out?” Faced with my questioning, the woman looked at me with disdain. “What gives me the right? I’m Mr. Smith’s personal assistant. In Bay City, even the birds in the sky have to answer to the Smith family, got it?” I was stunned for a few seconds, then took out my phone and called my potential fiancé. “I heard from your company that the Smith family can do whatever they want in Bay City. Is that true?” 0

If it weren’t for my dad’s sake, I wouldn’t have even bothered making this call. Stealing my reserved seat wasn’t something that could be resolved just by throwing money at it. If the person had a decent attitude about it, I might have been willing to let it slide. “I’m busy. What do you want?” The voice on the phone sounded very impatient. “Mr. Smith, I think you should ask your personal assistant what she’s trying to do,” I said, about to hand the phone over. But the call abruptly ended. I was dumbfounded. Is this how all rich people behave? Seeing this, the woman who stole my seat had a smug grin plastered across her face. “Oh my, I thought you were so impressive. Turns out Mr. Smith can’t even be bothered to talk to you!” Seeing I was only in my early 20s and dressed simply, she clearly didn’t take me seriously at all. “Miss, do you have any sense of decency left?” I asked. “You stole my seat, and I haven’t even made a fuss about it. How dare you mock me on top of that?” I pointed to a flight attendant nearby. “There are air marshals on board. If you keep causing trouble, don’t blame me for calling security!” When she heard me mention security, she became even more brazen. “Listen here you little brat, save your breath. This airline is owned by the Smith family. Do you really think anyone will help you?” She got more and more worked up as she spoke, spittle flying onto my face. I clenched my fists, instinctively taking a step back. “You keep going on about Mr. Smith this, the Smith family that. So tell me, what exactly is your relationship to the Smiths?” As soon as I finished speaking, she shoved me hard. “My relationship with the Smiths is none of your damn business. Now get lost!” “If you don’t leave right now, I’ll make sure you never get off this plane!” Having spent years in a government agency with minimal outside contact, I had no idea how to deal with this kind of shrew. Seeing her arrogant attitude, my anger levels were rapidly rising. “You steal my seat and now you’re threatening me? Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?” As soon as I said that, the other passengers on the plane gasped in shock. “Holy crap, this girl’s got some nerve! Daring to insult Ms. Zhang like that, she must have a death wish!” “It’s just a seat, what’s the big deal about giving it up? If she really offends them, she’ll be the one to suffer.” “Man, talk about bad luck. Of all people to run into, it had to be Yasmin Zhang. She’s Mr. Smith’s right-hand woman!” As the murmurs from the crowd grew louder, Ms. Zhang’s expression became even more smug. “You little bitch, how dare you insult me! Do you have a death wish?” Faced with her threats, I couldn’t care less. In fact, I found it almost amusing. “Ms. Zhang, I suggest you watch your language.” “If you really piss me off, not even your boss will be able to deal with the consequences.” “Watch my ass!” After cursing at me some more, she seemed to feel it wasn’t enough. She rolled up her sleeves and charged at me again. “What, Ms. Zhang? Resorting to violence at the drop of a hat, are we?” She swung at me several times but couldn’t even touch the hem of my clothes. She instantly became furious. “You little brat, try dodging one more time!” “I’ll call Mr. Smith right now, just you wait!” I didn’t fight back against the secretary’s repeated provocations, only dodging. It wasn’t because I was afraid of her, but because before I left the agency, my boss had repeatedly instructed me: “Your every word and action represents the image of our agency. When you’re out there, don’t get into conflicts with others no matter what.” Besides, I didn’t know how to fight. Either I don’t act at all, or I go for the kill in one strike! Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, Ms. Zhang thought I had chickened out. She raised her hand and charged at me again. At the critical moment, a roar came from behind: “Stop right there!” 0

“Yasmin Zhang, you’re my personal assistant. How can you casually start fights in public?” A tall, muscular young man, surrounded by bodyguards, strode quickly to where we were standing. “Are you William Smith?” I asked. I carefully examined the man in front of me. I had to admit, my dad did have good taste. He was wearing a tailored suit, with sharp, chiseled features. If I had to find any flaw, it would be the cold look in his eyes as he gazed at me. “Mr. Smith, since this is our first meeting, please allow me to briefly introduce myself.” “My surname is Chen, given name Jessica. I’m from…” “No need!” William impatiently waved his hand to cut me off before I could finish. “We’ve met now. We’re not compatible. Get off the plane.” At that moment, I almost thought there was something wrong with my ears. I had gone through layers of approval from my agency superiors to take even half a day off. We had barely met, and he wouldn’t even let me finish introducing myself before telling me to leave? He was clearly treating me like an idiot! Thinking about this, my temper immediately flared up. “You must be William Smith, the man my dad set me up with for this arranged date, right?” “Isn’t it a bit rude to not even let me finish speaking before asking me to leave?” Hearing my words, William let out a derisive laugh. “Manners? Why don’t you take a look in the mirror – do you really think you’re worthy of me?” He glanced at me disdainfully. “I don’t know what my dad was thinking, wanting me to marry some trophy wife like you.” With those words, the crowd erupted once again. “What? This girl is actually Mr. Smith’s fiancée? This is unbelievable!” “A country bumpkin like her who’s never seen the world, dreaming of marrying into a rich family? She should take a good look at herself and see if she’s worthy.” “Mr. Smith is the most eligible bachelor in Bay City. I, Lily Roberts, will be the first to object to this marriage!” As the murmurs from the crowd grew louder, I was a bit bewildered. When did I ever say I wanted to marry him? Even if I did want to, it would still require approval from my superiors! “Alright, alright. I’m a trophy wife, you’re the young master. Happy now?” I said. “Since Mr. Smith isn’t interested in me, I’ll just leave. However…” I suddenly changed my tone. “This first class seat was reserved in advance by my agency. It’s not something just anyone can sit in.” I had barely finished speaking when Yasmin immediately stepped forward. “You little bitch, trying to act high and mighty in front of Mr. Smith, huh?” “The entire plane belongs to the Smith family. What right do you have to refuse?” Seeing this scene, I finally understood the true meaning of the word “bootlicker”. “Ms. Zhang, I just want to sit in my own seat. What does it matter who owns the plane?” As soon as I finished speaking, William immediately became displeased and took out his phone. “It’s just a first class ticket. I’ll pay ten times the price!” “I’ll give you $100,000. Now disappear and don’t let me see you again!” I curled my lips into a smile. “Well, since Mr. Smith is being so sincere, I suppose I’ll have to reluctantly accept.” Just as I was about to turn around, Ms. Zhang suddenly shouted at me. “Stop right there, you little bitch!” I paused mid-step and slowly turned back. “What’s the matter? Has Ms. Zhang changed her mind?” Yasmin gave me a sinister smile and whispered something in William’s ear. The next second, this so-called youngest billionaire in Bay City exploded in anger. “You Chen, how dare you lay hands on my people?” 0

From Yasmin’s expression, I guessed she must have said quite a few bad things about me to William. I have to say, her tactic of using others to attack me was flawless. Based on the first impression William had of me, I knew that no amount of explanation would work. I simply couldn’t be bothered to waste my breath. “Whether I laid hands on her or not doesn’t matter anymore. Just tell me what you want to do about it.” William seemed surprised that I was so unapologetic. There was a hint of astonishment in his eyes. “What else can be done? You need to apologize of course!” I raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile on my lips. “An apology is definitely not happening. Why don’t you come up with another solution?” “One million dollars!” Yasmin exclaimed gleefully, stepping forward. “As Mr. Smith’s personal assistant, I handle multi-million dollar deals in minutes.” “Just because you pushed me earlier, I’m feeling unwell now. You have to take responsibility!” Hearing Yasmin’s words, the onlookers around us gasped in shock. Even William himself seemed surprised. “Ms. Zhang, isn’t a million dollars a bit much?” he asked. “Even if you went to the hospital for a full body check-up, it wouldn’t cost nearly that much.” Yasmin immediately waved her hand. “No, no, no, Mr. Smith. You’re thinking too narrowly.” “As your personal assistant, I was assaulted on your family’s own plane. It’s not just my face that’s been lost!” “Asking for just a million in compensation is already being merciful to her.” William pondered for a moment, feeling there was some logic to it, and nodded slightly. “Fine! A million it is. I’ll pay it!” I didn’t give them time to reconsider and immediately agreed. “Alright, I accept.” With those words, the eyes of everyone on the plane focused on me. Some thought I was putting on airs. Some suspected I was playing dumb to catch them off guard. The rest were just gloating. But these opinions didn’t matter much to me. What mattered was that someone was trying to steal my seat. Although they offered over ten times the price, their attitude really pissed me off. “Now that we’ve settled the pushing incident, shall we discuss the seat issue?” I asked. Suddenly changing tack, I couldn’t help but smirk. “My itinerary was reported to the airline. Did you think just anyone could sit here?” As soon as I finished speaking, laughter erupted around us. “Has this girl lost her mind? It’s just a first class seat, who needs to report that to anyone?” “Exactly! The entire airline belongs to the Smith family. Who else could she possibly report to?” I coldly swept my gaze across the crowd before slowly speaking. “Everyone seems to think the Smith family is so wealthy and powerful that they can buy out an entire airline, right?” “Well then, I’d like to know – can Mr. Smith make the plane stop?” I grinned. “He can’t… but I can!”

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I was Ryan White’s sidekick. And the only girl by his side. Until the transfer student showed up. The White family intervened, sending him and me abroad. In a foreign country, sparks flew unexpectedly. After sobering up, Ryan was silent for a long time, regretfully saying he would take responsibility. This relationship lasted until we returned home. When Ryan once again abandoned me for the transfer student, I breathed a sigh of relief. The White family sent me abroad and arranged a job for me. I didn’t even know how to bring up breaking up. I only wanted to have some fun in the first place. Ryan White had a handsome face, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a nice butt. He came from money too. When he talked to me, those eyes that looked at even dogs with deep affection and his bobbing Adam’s apple made my heart race involuntarily. He was truly a rare specimen. I had been eyeing him for a long time. I was a poor student sponsored by the White family. After my mom gave birth to my little brother, she basically packed me up and sent me to the White family as a foster child. Mrs. White was kind-hearted and took me in. But I knew my place. I could never be more than a helper in their household. I glanced at the White family’s maid’s quarters, which were bigger than the master bedroom in my old home. And so, I followed Ryan White all the way from elementary school to high school. When he skipped class, I covered for him. When he slept, I did his homework for him. I watched as Ryan’s desk drawer filled up with love letters. Ryan didn’t seem interested in any girl. But when someone teased him about me, saying: “Ryan White, you change girlfriends so often, won’t your little foster sister get jealous?” “What foster sister, she’s just a maid to keep Ryan company when he’s bored, right?” Ryan immediately got physical. That was the first time Ryan ever hit someone. He ha hit someone. He had learned some martial arts, and he beat the guy mercilessly. In that moment, I felt like I was special to Ryan. I was a bit smug about this. Until. Olivia Lee transferred to our school.

The pretty and pure-looking girl introduced herself at the front of the classroom. Almost all the boys were staring at her. Except for Ryan White. He was napping on his desk, barely lifting an eyelid to glance at her, his expression unchanged. The teacher assigned Olivia to sit next to a chubby boy who was leering at her. Olivia clutched her backpack and walked towards the empty seat next to Ryan, saying softly: “Excuse me, can I sit here?” Someone gasped. The last girl who tried to sit next to Ryan was pursuing him. Ryan had sneered at her then, spitting out one word: “Scram.” But now. Under Olivia’s pleading gaze. Ryan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he said lazily: “Whatever.” Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and carefully sat down. I sat right in front of Ryan. All day long. I listened as Olivia actively tried to befriend Ryan, showing him her notes, sharing snacks with him. Ryan went from initially rejecting her in annoyance to gradually allowing it. I suddenly had a bad feeling. Day after day I listened to the interactions behind me. Even when studying, I couldn’t help but be distracted. Olivia said to Ryan: “This chapter is really important, don’t fall asleep!” I thought Ryan would refuse, but a few seconds later, I heard him say: “If it’s so important, then explain it to me.” My hand trembled. The pen tip left a deep mark. Ruining the study notes I had taken all day. When Ryan asked me to buy two breakfasts instead of one, I wasn’t too surprised. I only had a sense that it was inevitable. Ryan formally asked a girl out for the first time. Someone said: “Is all this really necessary? Is there any girl who could refuse our Ryan?” “Our Ryan just has to crook his finger and the transfer student would come running.” Ryan kicked him, saying seriously: “She’s different.” She really was different. Because she rejected Ryan White. She said: “Ryan, we’re students, we should focus on our studies.” Ryan’s face darkened. But then, Olivia added: “After the SATs, I’ll seriously consider your confession.” Ryan’s expression immediately brightened: “Alright, I’ll hold you to that.” From then on, Ryan really buckled down and started studying hard. Delayed gratification makes people anticipate things more. Though they weren’t officially together, the tension between them was palpable. He would call Olivia “little pear” and she would glare at him coyly. He used his allowance to buy Olivia’s three meals a day. When Olivia tried to refuse, he said it would go to waste otherwise. He would frequently give Olivia all kinds of gifts, and she repaid him by tutoring him. They were so close, just short of officially dating. I listened to their interactions behind me every day, gradually becoming numb to it. The SATs came quickly. But right at that crucial time, something happened with Olivia’s family. Her father somehow heard about her and Ryan, beat her up, and tried to extort money from Ryan. Ryan got Olivia’s call and left 10 minutes before the exam started. The result was – Ryan missed the SATs to protect Olivia, and even broke his leg. With things blowing up like that, when Mrs. White asked me, I could only tell her the truth. Ryan was confined to the house. When I went to bring him food, he lifted the soup bowl and poured it over my head. “Lily Spring, you didn’t really think you were my foster sister, did you? Going to tattle to my mom like that.” “You disgust me.” The soup dripped down steadily. I stood there covered in vegetables, silently looking at Ryan. My birth name was Xue Panmei. Mrs. White was the one who took me to change it to Lily. Mrs. White had shown me kindness. I didn’t mind taking the fall for the sake of her relationship with her son. The day the SAT scores came out. The White family decided to send Ryan abroad. Mrs. White looked at me: “Lily, do you want to go abroad with Ryan?” “I know you did well on your SATs, but studying abroad is an option too. You two can look out for each other.” Look out for each other? From childhood, I was always the one taking care of Ryan. I heard the hidden meaning in Mrs. White’s words. Under Mrs. White’s expectant gaze. I said: “Okay.” Ryan sneered and went back to his room. While packing, he passed by me and said: “Lily Spring, you really are shameless, insisting on following me.” I denied it, saying I just wanted to experience life abroad too.

Ryan didn’t believe my explanation. The night before leaving. I overheard Ryan on the phone with Olivia saying: “I don’t blame you, I’ve never blamed you, it wasn’t your fault.” “Little pear, you can’t choose what family you’re born into.” The crying on the other end of the line wouldn’t stop. Soon, I watched him sneak out over the wall, his figure disappearing into the night. Mrs. White heard a noise and came out, asking if someone had opened the door. She was about to go check Ryan’s room when I came out from around the corner, saying: “It was me, Mrs. White. I got up to get some water.” Early the next morning. Ryan still hadn’t returned. I called him several times but got no answer, then his phone was turned off. Things were about to be discovered. I could only put on a poor acting performance, bursting into tears on the spot. I cried about my fears of going abroad. Mrs. White’s attention was indeed drawn to me. She comforted me saying: “It’s alright, Lily. You’ll have Ryan with you.” “You’ve always liked him, haven’t you?” “Maybe this is a chance for you two to get together.” So Mrs. White had seen through me long ago. I nodded obediently, my mind still on buying time. But just then, I heard a scornful laugh. Ryan had returned at some point, standing there looking at me with disdain.

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On the morning of our planned destination wedding, my fiancée Evelyn finally rushed to the airport from her company. But just before boarding, she suddenly received an urgent message from her male secretary. “I’m so sorry, honey. The company just got a huge project that needs my approval,” she said. “Why don’t you go on the trip first? I’ll join you in a few days once I’ve dealt with all the work stuff.” Though disappointed, I understood the importance of her work and agreed. After Evelyn left, I tore up my plane ticket. I decided to go back and see which clueless company dared to discuss a major project with my wife’s company – which I had just fully reclaimed that very morning – bypassing me, the current CEO, to find her, a mere figurehead shareholder. I followed her all the way to the billion-dollar wedding venue hotel I had gifted her when we first started dating. The welcome sign nearly blinded me with its giant letters: [Congratulations on the marriage of Miss Evelyn Bridges & Mr. Lucas Gray] On the carefully edited wedding photo beside it, Evelyn was beaming in a wedding dress, Embracing a man who wasn’t me – her supposed destination wedding groom – But Lucas Gray, her male secretary who had just messaged about the “huge project”. It all made sense now. No wonder when we discussed getting married, she said she was tired of putting on a show at work and didn’t want to go through all those empty formalities. She just wanted a quiet destination wedding with me. Turns out she had someone else in mind for the wedding photos, ceremony, and marriage license. Before entering the hotel, I made a phone call. I had just settled into the seat with the best view when I saw Evelyn’s father walking her down the aisle under the officiant’s direction. They slowly made their way to where I was sitting. Lucas also walked down from the other end of the aisle, solemnly extending his hand to Evelyn. Just as Evelyn’s dad was about to place her hand in Lucas’, I decisively kicked Evelyn hard in the shin, sending her face-planting onto the floor. Her veil fell off and her bouquet scattered everywhere. Lucas was also knocked down by her fall. Evelyn, sprawled at my feet, was about to curse loudly, But she only raised her head to look at me once before all the blood seemed to freeze in her body. Lucas kept calling for Evelyn to help him up, but she didn’t even dare to look at him. I looked down at the panicked Evelyn, who still hadn’t managed to get up, and asked: “Why the grand gesture? Are you asking me for a wedding gift?” Suddenly hearing my voice, Lucas turned to look at me in disbelief, his face turning pale with fright. He instinctively tried to hide behind Evelyn, but was grabbed by her father. Evelyn’s dad put on a shrewd expression. He arrogantly pointed at me and shouted loudly enough for everyone to hear: “You shameless homewrecker! You just won’t give up, will you?” “Didn’t I already chase you away outside the hotel? How did you get in here?” As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room focused on me. “No wonder he looks so shifty. Turns out he’s a homewrecker.” “Evelyn is the most dedicated girl. She’s utterly devoted to Lucas. Anyone who has designs on her is just wasting their time.” “Evelyn and Lucas have known each other since they were in diapers. They started dating in middle school. As soon as Evelyn graduated and made it big, she immediately brought Lucas to the city to enjoy the good life. She even made him a boss to help manage her company. Who do you think you are? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror before trying to come between them.” Childhood sweethearts. Together since middle school. Well, well. I nodded along as I listened. Evelyn had pursued me relentlessly since we started college. It wasn’t until our senior year that I was finally moved by her persistence and decided to be with her. Up until today – the day of our destination wedding. I had been forced to be the “other man” for 3 years. While she and Lucas were actually in love all along, why did she pursue me in the first place? The answer was obvious – it could only be for my identity as the son of a billionaire and pop diva, and my endless wealth. This was just perfect. I kicked Evelyn over again. “So you think I’m the ‘other man’ too?” Evelyn’s face was full of guilt as she kept shaking her head at me. Just as she was about to explain something, Lucas suddenly screamed and pounced on her. “Evelyn, are you okay?!” He hugged her tightly, desperately trying to signal her with his eyes. Evelyn met his gaze for a moment, slowly calming down as a calculating look flashed in her eyes. Seeing Evelyn get hit, all the guests were indignant. “Who do you think you are, hitting people?!” A man nearby rolled up his sleeves, raising his fist as if he was about to punch me in the face any second. “Wait.” Evelyn’s demeanor changed completely from her previous cowering. “Ryan Shaw, you’ve been pestering me for years. I’ve already clearly rejected you and told you my heart belongs to someone else.” “Today is my and Lucas’ happiest day. I absolutely cannot allow anyone to ruin the wedding I’ve so carefully prepared for him.” “You need to leave now. Don’t make me call security to throw you out.” I met her gaze with a cold smirk. “Evelyn Bridges, don’t forget where this hotel came from. What right do you have to throw me out?” “Or do you think that as long as I leave, no one will ever find out about all your dirty secrets?” Lucas stepped forward, still holding Evelyn’s hand. “Brother Ryan, I know you’ve always liked Evelyn and it hurts to see her marry me.” “But Evelyn has always loved me. You can’t force these things.” “We’re already married now. I hope you won’t come bother her anymore in the future.” I wasn’t actually surprised by Evelyn and Lucas’ relationship. It was precisely because I discovered their affair that I decisively took back the company I had funded, staffed, and worked tirelessly to help Evelyn establish and grow. And I had kept all of this from Evelyn until now. Originally, I was afraid my actions were too harsh and wanted to give her one last chance. Now it seems I had thought too much of her. I was about to throw the proof of reclaiming the company in Evelyn’s face, When her father’s eyes suddenly lit up and he deliberately raised his voice: “Oh I get it now, you must be that male secretary Evelyn told me about before – the one who had designs on her at the company!”

I wanted to laugh hearing that. I nudged Evelyn’s foot with my shoe tip. “What status do you have and what status do I have? Me, be your secretary?” “How come your dad doesn’t even know what his own son-in-law does for work?” Before I finished speaking, a man eating sunflower seeds nearby spat a mouthful of shells in my face. The whole room burst into laughter. “You gold-digging homewrecker, you didn’t even bother to find out how wealthy your target is?” “Do you know who Evelyn is? She’s a billionaire boss and CEO, with mountains of companies under her, not to mention countless luxury cars and mansions.” “See this hotel? This huge, luxurious wedding venue – it all belongs to our Evelyn!” “And Lucas is even more impressive.” “Not only does he help Evelyn manage all those companies under her, he’s also closed I don’t know how many major deals for her, increasing the value of Evelyn’s company by hundreds of millions in one go, directly propelling it into the ranks of the world’s top 100.” Lucas helps Evelyn manage the company, Closes deals for her, Increases her company’s value, pushing it into the world’s top 100? When in reality it was me who invested hundreds of millions of my own pocket money into her company time and time again, It was me who leveraged my parents’ connections to build her network everywhere, It was me who endured countless wine-soaked business dinners to negotiate one deal after another for her, It was me who stayed up countless nights guiding her step by step, and even had to personally take over and complete work that should have been hers due to her extremely narrow vision and utter lack of experience. Without my help, how many generations would it take for Evelyn – a poor country girl who couldn’t even afford college tuition – to achieve today’s success through talent and hard work alone? Someone who couldn’t stand my arrogant attitude advised Evelyn: “If you ask me, you’re just too lenient with your employees. What kind of secretary has the guts to come cause trouble at your wedding?” “If I were you, I’d fire him on the spot to teach him a lesson about overreaching.” Voices of agreement rang out across the banquet hall. Evelyn looked at me as if she really was reprimanding her subordinate. “After causing such a scene, there’s no way I can keep you on as my secretary.” “But considering you’ve worked for the company for so many years, even if you haven’t made major contributions, you’ve at least put in the effort. I’ll transfer you to a branch office instead of completely ruining your livelihood.” “If you still don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for firing you.” Her actions won a round of applause. “Evelyn really lives up to her reputation as a big boss. She’s so magnanimous, willing to give even this kind of man a chance.” But I was not grateful at all. I even let out a cold laugh. “Fire me?” “Why don’t you try firing just me then? I’d like to see how you fire me.” Someone immediately mocked me sarcastically. “I guess someone like him wouldn’t be afraid of getting fired.” “Even if he gets fired, he can still go sell himself. How much money can he make as a secretary anyway?” As soon as those words were spoken, everyone had meaningful expressions on their faces. The shirtless, greasy man looked at me lustfully, almost drooling. “Not bad body, little brother. Are you up for anything? How much for one time?” “Uncle can’t give you as much as those bosses, but at least give me a discount since I’m a friend of the Bridges family, yeah?” I glared at Evelyn, my expression terrifyingly dark. “Evelyn Bridges, are you really going to keep hiding our relationship to the bitter end, just watching them humiliate me like this?” Evelyn paused for a moment, but ultimately turned away. “Lucas is my husband. I have a clear conscience when it comes to him.” “As long as you leave now, we can let bygones be bygones.” Lucas had a smug look on his face. “Brother Ryan, I know you’re upset that after causing such a scene, you’ve ruined your own reputation but gained nothing.” “Normally, someone as magnanimous as Evelyn probably wouldn’t mind if you tried to blackmail her for some money. But you really shouldn’t have come to make trouble on our wedding day.” “Even though you’ve slandered Evelyn like this, she still hasn’t fired you. Hasn’t she been kind enough to you? Don’t you have any conscience?” As he spoke, Lucas shed tears of distress for Evelyn. Evelyn quickly pulled out a tissue to wipe his tears. I was furious watching them put on this act. I raised my foot and kicked Lucas hard in the lower back. Lucas cried out in shock, falling straight into Evelyn’s arms. “Ryan Shaw, have you gone mad?!” Seeing Lucas get hit, Evelyn’s eyes blazed with fury. She lunged forward and slapped me hard across the face. I collapsed onto the dining table, not only getting covered in soup and grease, but also suffering large patches of scalding burns due to my light summer clothing. Evelyn not only ignored this, but pulled Lucas into her arms and yelled at me harshly: “Apologize to Lucas right now, or this isn’t over!” Lucas’ eyes were full of smugness. I endured the excruciating pain, barely managing to prop myself up with my arms. On my exposed arms, the red, grotesque burns seemed like a gaping bloody maw, silently yet viciously mocking my so-called love of these past few years. The burning sensation from the wounds intensified, but my voice grew increasingly cold: “Evelyn Bridges, you hid your relationship with Lucas Gray and dated me for three years; then on the day of our destination wedding, you married him at the hotel I gave you; now you’re even making me apologize to him?” “Is it because I’ve given you everything you wanted all these years that you think you can walk all over me and step on my head? Do you believe I can’t make you lose everything in an instant?”

Evelyn was momentarily stunned by my words. Hearing what I said, people at the tables kept whispering to each other. “This guy just said he dated Evelyn for three years and today was supposed to be their wedding day. He even said this hotel was a gift from him to Evelyn. Could any of that be true?” “It’s obviously fake. Anyone can make up stories. We’ve all watched Evelyn grow up, we know what kind of person she is.” “He even claimed the hotel is his. Why doesn’t he just say Evelyn’s whole company was started by him?” Just then, a faint female voice spoke up: “But I saw the brand of clothes he’s wearing online. It seems to be a super expensive designer label that even Lucas doesn’t wear…” Lucas immediately glared at the girl angrily. “This is your first time even coming to the city. What do you know about what’s good or not?” “I can’t believe someone from our village would take a stranger’s side like this!” The girl shrank back, not daring to say anything more. Evelyn looked satisfied as she turned away. She raised Lucas’ hand high in the air, showing off the dazzling matching rings on their ring fingers to everyone. She looked down at me condescendingly, as if I was already a complete loser. “Ryan Shaw, you say today was supposed to be our wedding day. Do you have any proof?” “My parents and all our relatives are here, but not a single person has ever seen you before. If I was really going to marry you, wouldn’t I introduce you to my family first?” “Besides, did I get a marriage license with you? Did I take wedding photos with you? Did I give you any wedding gifts?” “You need evidence when you speak. I prepared all of those things for my Lucas.” Lucas nestled against her shoulder, smiling triumphantly. “That’s right, Brother Ryan. You can take medicine recklessly, but you can’t speak recklessly.” Evelyn’s words completely confirmed my guilt, because I had no way to refute them. It’s true, when I agreed to marry Evelyn, I was stupid enough not to ask for anything. At the time, I happened to love her and happened to want for nothing. I never imagined that one day, this love would become a knife stabbing straight into my heart. Everyone in the hotel was pointing and whispering about me. “Homewrecker who tried to come between a couple. What do you have to say for yourself now?” “We can’t just let him off like this. We need to teach him a lesson!” Someone grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me to the ground. Lucas’ father gave a look to the shirtless, greasy man. The greasy man immediately understood, bending down with a lecherous grin and grabbing my abs. “Little brother, being a homewrecker is immoral. Uncle is going to teach you a good lesson today.” I let out a piercing scream, desperately twisting my body to try to escape his evil clutches, but my limbs were firmly pinned down. Fear swept through my entire body. I shouted Evelyn’s name loudly, hoping she would have a change of heart and make these people stop. Evelyn’s pupils constricted. She was about to intervene, But Lucas pulled her back. “They ruined our wedding. I’m not happy about it and want to teach him a small lesson.” Evelyn hesitated. “But…” “It’s just a small lesson. You know the guys from our village, they know their limits.” “Besides, we’re right here watching. What could happen?” So Evelyn said nothing more. Lucas embraced her. Evelyn absently stroked his back as she watched more and more men and women grope me. “Let go of me! This is sexual assault, you’ll go to jail for this!” But the next second, someone’s slap sent me seeing stars. “What right does a homewrecking slut like you have to accuse us? This isn’t assault, this is justice!” Countless vulgar insults instantly drowned me. Just when I had completely given up hope, a voice suddenly came from the doorway: “I’m so sorry everyone, I’m late…” But upon seeing my face clearly, that voice abruptly turned to horror: “Stop! What are you doing?!”

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