Author: Momo Chan

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Liam, completely ignored my protests. He was dead set on having a baby with his childhood friend, Scarlett, who was supposedly terminally ill. He said it was to fulfill her dying wish to be a mother. I was so furious that my water broke. There was blood. I called Liam eighteen times, but he didn’t answer a single one. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, it was too late. I’d lost the baby. Then I scrolled through SnapChat and saw Scarlett’s pregnancy results plastered all over her story. Later, Liam said coldly, “It just wasn’t meant to be for that baby, Stella. Why are you taking it out on Scarlett? She’s sick. Once her baby is born, we can just have another one.” Everyone thought I was madly in love with my husband, certain I’d swallow my hurt as always. But this time, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation, bought a plane ticket, and left the country. I saw my ex-husband again two years later at a class reunion. The moment I walked into the private room, he shoved a two-year-old boy into my arms, a smug look on his face. “Stella, you’ve thrown a tantrum for two years now. Isn’t it time to cool off? Just apologize to me publicly, and I might even let Leo call you ‘Mom’!” Everyone around us snickered, whispering that I’d gotten a fantastic deal, becoming a mother without any of the pain. But I simply held up my left hand, flashing the wedding ring on my finger. “I already have a husband and a child of my own. I don’t need to be anyone’s second-hand mother!”

The room fell silent the instant I finished speaking. Everyone stared at me in shock, then burst out laughing. “Oh, come on, Stella. Everyone knows you were obsessed with Liam! When he had kidney failure, you gave him one of your own kidneys. Do you really think someone like you would just marry someone else?” “Seriously, can’t you at least draft your angry words before blurting them out?” A cold laugh bubbled up inside me as I listened to their gossip. I couldn’t blame them for being shocked. The old me truly did love Liam with all my heart. When he was diagnosed with kidney failure, I didn’t hesitate to donate a kidney to him. Even now, on rainy days, my left kidney still aches. I always gave him the sweetest part of the watermelon and, knowing he didn’t like the seeds in dragon fruit, I’d pick each tiny seed out with a toothpick. Because I loved him, I even tolerated him going on dates with Scarlett again and again. I tolerated him styling Scarlett’s hair and gently wiping her mouth right in front of me. As long as he came home and remembered he had a wife, I thought it was enough. Everyone knew I was a total simp for him, and they all instinctively assumed I was just lashing out. Coming back to my senses, Scarlett picked up a bottle of wine from the table and walked towards me, saying casually, “Stella, I know you’re still upset about what happened two years ago.” “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Liam wouldn’t have tried to have a baby with me to fulfill my last wish. If not for that, you wouldn’t have been so upset that you hemorrhaged and lost your baby.” “Since everyone’s here today, I’ll punish myself with a bottle. Consider this my public apology!” She grabbed the bottle and gulped it down. The harsh liquor made her choke and cough violently. Liam couldn’t sit still. He handed Leo to a colleague, rushed forward, snatched the bottle, and said, his voice a mix of anger and concern, “Scarlett, are you crazy? How could you drink so much? Even if your condition has been stable these past few years, you’re still a patient!” After comforting Scarlett, Liam shot me a haughty glance, his voice cold. “Stella, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years. That’s enough!” “Scarlett and I only did IVF; we didn’t even *act* like a couple. Are you really going to be this petty about such a small thing for two whole years?” The others chimed in. “Stella is just too stubborn. She got to be a mom without any of the pain, what a steal!” “Liam has been looking for her all these years. She left for two years, and he looked for two years. It’s time to move on from the past.” So, abandoning me at eight months pregnant to go have a baby with Scarlett was just a “small thing” in Liam’s eyes? What surprised me, though, was that Liam had actually been looking for me? What for? Lost in thought, I heard Liam continue, talking to himself, “Alright, Stella. Leo needs someone to take care of him. Since you’re back, you can take care of him from now on. Even though Leo isn’t your biological child, you’re his nominal mother, you should be responsible for him.” I actually laughed. Liam wanted me to be his baby nurse? But I wasn’t the Stella he could manipulate so easily two years ago. The moment he abandoned me and our baby to go have a child with Scarlett, my heart turned cold. I left the country without a second thought. And I wasn’t just talking out of anger earlier; I really was married with a child. After leaving the country, I found a new job, and before long, I met my husband, Julian. He helped me through that dark period, and soon, we were married and had an adorable son. Thinking about Julian and Finn filled my heart with warmth. Coming back to reality, I refused him coldly. “No, thanks. I have my own child to take care of. As for your Leo, perhaps his biological mother should take care of him.” Hearing this, Scarlett’s eyes immediately welled up. “Stella, I know you resent me for causing you to lose your baby, so you don’t want to take care of my child.” “I want to raise Leo myself, but my body just won’t allow it… I trusted you, which is why I entrusted him to your care. Leo is such a good boy, he doesn’t cry or fuss, he won’t be much trouble. Please, I’m begging you, take pity on a mother like me and help me take care of Leo…” Scarlett made a show of trying to kneel. Liam quickly helped her up and comforted her. Then he turned, giving me a cold glance. “It’s an honor to take care of Leo. Don’t be ungrateful!” His gaze fell on my clothes, and Liam scoffed. “Stella, I guess you didn’t have it easy overseas these past two years, did you? You couldn’t even bother to wear something decent to a class reunion.” “If you take good care of Leo, I can give you ten thousand a month for pocket money. That’s way more than you’d earn from any job.” Scarlett, playing the hostess, chimed in, “That’s right. You take good care of Leo, and Liam and I won’t shortchange you. At least you won’t have to wear off-brand clothes if you stick with us.” That’s when everyone noticed my casual outfit. Immediately, sneers erupted. “How did Stella fall so low? She can’t even afford proper clothes!” “If she knew this would happen, why did she act so stubborn back then? I heard Liam’s company really took off after she left. If she hadn’t stormed off abroad, she’d be set for life now.” I just curled my lips into a cold smile. They had no idea. The clothes I was wearing weren’t off-brand at all. They were custom-made by a master designer, pure silk, each piece worth hundreds of thousands. Seeing me smile, Liam mistakenly thought I had agreed to take care of Leo. He pulled out his phone, ready to transfer the money. “Here’s ten thousand. Go buy some decent clothes later, so Leo doesn’t catch your poor vibe.” But as soon as he sent the message, a bright red exclamation mark popped up!

Liam’s brows furrowed, his face darkening. “Stella, you blocked me?!” I found it amusing. I’d blacklisted and deleted him two years ago. Was he only just realizing it now? Liam felt his face burning. He demanded I add him back immediately. But I said coldly, “He’s just an ex-husband. Why would I add him? Besides, my husband doesn’t let me add other men. He gets jealous.” Seeing me repeatedly refuse to give him face, Liam finally lost his temper . “Stella, have you had enough of this act? I’ve given you an out. If you insist on making a scene, then we’re divorcing!” In the past, Liam would often threaten me with divorce whenever he was displeased, forcing me to back down. He thought he could still control me as easily this time. But I just gave a cold laugh. “Liam, did you forget? We divorced two years ago.” The whole room went silent. Liam froze for a moment. “What are you talking about?” Then, as if a thought struck him, he sneered, “I know! This is your game of push and pull, isn’t it? Two years apart, and you’ve certainly gotten a lot more cunning!” I rolled my eyes, speechless. “Liam, didn’t you see the letter I left you two years ago?” Liam looked confused. “What letter?” Before I left the country, I’d left a letter for Liam. Inside the envelope weren’t just my wedding ring, but also a signed divorce agreement. That divorce agreement was one I’d made him sign the day he ignored my pleas and insisted on having a child with Scarlett. He’d always been dismissive of me, signing it without even looking. He probably hadn’t bothered to properly check the contents of the envelope two years ago. That’s why he didn’t know we were already divorced, thinking I was just throwing a tantrum. Thinking about it, I sneered, then pulled out the duplicate copy of the divorce agreement from that year and shoved it in Liam’s face. “Liam, the letter I wrote you back then contained the signed divorce agreement. I had two copies, and this is the other one. Take a good look. We’re already divorced.” Liam’s face grew even darker. He was about to say the divorce agreement was fake, but when he saw his own signature clearly on it, he froze. “How can this be? I clearly never signed—” “No, you did sign it. Remember the papers I handed you the day you moved out?” At my reminder, Liam finally realized, belatedly, that what I’d made him sign that day was the divorce agreement. His face turned ashen. Everyone else was surprised too. “Stella actually filed for divorce? Did her love-addicted brain finally wake up?” “If they’re divorced, why is she back? I bet she still can’t let Liam go.” Hearing this, Liam raised his chin, confidently believing I still had feelings for him. Little did he know, my return to the country was primarily to accompany my husband and son. Julian happened to be coming back for a business gala, and Finn wanted to take advantage of the spring break to visit a water park here Right after arriving, I received the reunion invitation and just decided to drop by. I was about to shatter Liam’s fantasy when his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Mr. Hayes, we just got word that Mr. Thorne from Thorne Industries is bringing his wife and child back to the country. They’ll also be attending tonight’s business gala. The Chairman wants us to add an extra seat and treat them exceptionally well.” “The Chairman specifically told us to treat Mr. Thorne’s wife especially well. After all, Mr. Thorne is known for doting on his wife. As long as we keep her happy, we won’t have to worry about future collaborations.” Only then did I realize Liam’s company was hosting this business gala. After Liam hung up, everyone rushed to flatter him. “Liam, Thorne Industries is a giant in the industry! Your company can actually collaborate with Thorne Industries? Your future is limitless!” “I heard all the big shots in the business world will be at this gala. Can you help us old classmates make some connections?” Liam shot me a triumphant glance, speaking condescendingly. “Stella, do you regret stubbornly divorcing me now?” “If you agree to take care of Leo, I might consider remarrying you…” I scoffed internally. Thorne Industries was my husband’s company, and I was the very wife they wanted to impress. Before Liam could finish, I cut him off coldly, “Thorne Industries wouldn’t even *look* at your company.” Beside him, Scarlett, who had been silent for a while, shot me a disdainful look. “How would *you* know?” I enunciated each word clearly: “Because, I *am* Mr. Thorne’s wife.” As soon as I said that, everyone thought I’d gone mad. They looked at me like I was an idiot. Scarlett even let out a scoffing laugh. “If you’re Mr. Thorne’s wife, then I’m Mr. Thorne’s mother!” “Everyone knows Mr. Thorne dotes on his wife. He once spent hundreds of millions on a pink diamond bracelet that lit up the headlines for her! Mr. Thorne’s wife is incredibly precious, worth hundreds of millions. How could a nobody like you impersonate her?” “Look at yourself, what about you even remotely resembles Mr. Thorne’s wife?” But I slowly rolled up my sleeve, revealing the pink diamond bracelet on my wrist. “Are you talking about *this* bracelet?”

Everyone was stunned. “The news about Mr. Thorne lighting up the sky for that bracelet was everywhere! That bracelet looks just like the one Stella is wearing!” “So… Stella really is Mr. Thorne’s wife?” Scarlett froze when she saw the bracelet on my wrist. A flicker of jealousy and malice flashed in her eyes. The next second, she unexpectedly snatched my watch, saying in a snide, passive-aggressive tone, “Stella, how dare you try to fool people with a fake watch! How could you impersonate Mr. Thorne’s wife?” “Don’t get me wrong, this fake is pretty good, but a fake is still a fake, it can never be real.” “Liam is about to collaborate with Mr. Thorne. Are you trying to ruin Liam by impersonating Mr. Thorne’s wife at a time like this?” I glared at her coldly. “Who told you this watch is fake? This watch is genuine, now give it back!” But Scarlett refused to return it, even deliberately tucking the watch into her clothes. I stepped forward, trying to snatch it back, but she stumbled backward, collapsing to the ground, her eyes red as she looked at me. “Stella, I can’t believe you hate me so much. Not only did you deliberately push me, but to target me, you’re dragging Liam down with you. Fine, I’ll take Leo and leave, so I don’t bother you anymore…” Scarlett cried and made a scene, threatening to leave. Two years, and she was still pulling the same tricks. And Liam, as always, fell for it. This time too, he protected her, yelling at me. “That’s enough, Stella! Scarlett is a patient, are you trying to kill her?! You’re the one who was in the wrong first, impersonating Mr. Thorne’s wife! Are you trying to ruin our company’s collaboration? Two years apart, and you’ve become so malicious!” Meeting Scarlett’s defiant gaze, I scoffed inwardly. She wasn’t sick at all. Her terminal illness was fake, and her medical records were forged. I had told Liam this before, but he didn’t believe me, accusing me of making baseless accusations instead. Even now, he still didn’t believe me. I was too lazy to argue, assuming Liam would continue to harass me as he had in the past. But he sighed helplessly instead. “Fine, I see Scarlett likes this watch. Just give it to her as an apology. Let’s drop this, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything that just happened.” That watch was a special gift from Julian. Was he seriously expecting me to just give it away? No way. I snatched the watch back, saying coldly, “This is a gift from my husband. You have no right to touch it!” The sharp diamond edge cut Liam’s finger. Seeing me refuse to back down, he pursed his lips tightly. “Stella, it’s just a cheap bracelet. If I wasn’t trying to give you an out, do you really think we’d even care?” “Scarlett, it’s just a watch, right? I’ll buy you an even more expensive and better one. Let *some people* regret it!” I couldn’t be bothered to argue further and turned to leave the room. Afterward, I went back to the hotel where I was staying to rest. In the evening, I quickly got ready and headed to the business gala. Before I left, Julian sent me a message, telling me that the water park show had just ended, and he was bringing Finn over. He told me to go in first and wait for them. Knowing my husband and son loved cake, I took a plate with a small slice of cake, planning to find a seat and wait for them. The moment I turned, I ran into Liam and Scarlett, both dressed to the nines. Seeing it was me, Liam’s eyes flashed with disdain. “What are *you* doing here? What, did you come here specifically to get back together with me?” “You were so tough earlier, but now you look pathetic!” Seeing the cake in my hand, Scarlett scoffed mockingly, “Stella, could you be a server here? I heard the servers here only make four thousand. That’s not even as fast as taking care of our Leo!” Liam’s face was full of arrogance. “Stella, if you beg me, I might, for old times’ sake, make an exception and let you take care of Leo.” I replied calmly, “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not a server. I’m here waiting for my husband and child.” Scarlett, however, looked like she’d heard the funniest joke. “Stella, Mr. Thorne is the only one bringing his child to this gala today. You’re not still going to claim you’re Mr. Thorne’s wife, are you?” “I am, actually.” Hearing me say this, Scarlett crossed her arms and sneered. “Stella, you’re addicted to lying! How dare you talk nonsense and claim such connections at such an important event, and still wear that fake watch!” “If Mr. Thorne and his wife found out, we’d all be in deep trouble!” Before I could react, Scarlett rushed forward, snatched the bracelet from my wrist, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground. The sharp diamond cut a gash on my wrist, drawing crimson blood. Before I could even cry out in pain, Scarlett shoved me to the ground, then grabbed a nearby cake plate and threw it at my face, snarling, “I’ll teach you a lesson for trying to impersonate Mr. Thorne’s wife!” Cake smeared all over my face. The sticky cream clogged my nostrils, nearly suffocating me. I reached up to wipe the cream away, but Scarlett pressed her sharp stiletto heel down hard on my hand, grinding it repeatedly. Excruciating pain shot through my entire body; I could almost hear my bones cracking. When the people in the hall realized I was an imposter, they all laughed at my misfortune. Liam simply watched, his expression cold. Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, “Mr. Thorne is here!” Everyone immediately looked towards the entrance. I waved my arms wildly, trying to get Julian’s attention. But Liam grabbed my hand, whispering, “Stella, behave! I know you came here specifically because you’re jealous.” “As long as you don’t make a scene, I can consider remarrying you after the gala, and we can even have another child…” He tried to pull me up, but I snatched my hand back in disgust. Julian had noticed me. He walked towards me, holding Finn, his voice dangerously cold. “What’s going on?” Scarlett’s face was full of flattery. “Mr. Thorne, this woman is an imposter trying to pretend to be your wife! I’ve already taught her a good lesson for you!” Liam chimed in, “That’s right, Mr. Thorne, you don’t need to bother with someone like her.” The next second, Finn let go of Julian’s hand and ran towards me, tears streaming down his face. “Mommy, why is your face covered in cream, and your hand, it’s bleeding…” Suddenly, everyone present was stunned. “What? Did I hear that right? Mr. Thorne’s son just called that imposter ‘Mommy’?” “So… that means the person on the ground isn’t an imposter, but the real deal?”

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After I donated a kidney for the man my girlfriend adored, Savannah, who had been giving me the silent treatment for a month, finally agreed to reconcile. She even set up a dinner party, calling it a “reward” for me. Her best friend, Kinsley, chuckled, “Savannah, you really know how to handle him. Caleb listens to you, and he’s completely devoted. Are you really going to throw away such a sweet guy and marry Ryder instead?” Savannah scoffed, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips. “He’s nothing but a stand-in. The only reason I haven’t gotten tired of him after all these years is that he’s a dead ringer for Ryder.” Their eyes met, a shared understanding passing between them. “Well, then, why not have Caleb be the best man at your wedding? That way, all his eight years with you won’t have been for nothing.” But Savannah just let out a cold laugh. “What a joke! Who is he to stand next to Ryder?” She paused, then added, “This dinner party is just a pat on the back for helping Ryder out. Consider it a consolation prize for all his years chasing after me.” I had just reached the door and heard every word. Pushing the door open calmly, I didn’t retort. She had no idea that today was the last day I’d be her stand-in. Tomorrow, my one true love would be back.

As soon as I stepped inside, everyone’s eyes converged on me, their expressions uniformly sneering. I took it all in, pretending to be oblivious as I handed Savannah the dessert she’d specifically requested. The next second, her face darkened, and her words sent the room’s atmosphere plummeting to freezing point: “Caleb, the ice cream’s completely melted. You just brought it to me? Are you trying to deliberately gross me out?” Before her words even faded, the dessert—which I’d waited an hour in line for and driven two miles to get—was violently slammed into the trash can. I glanced down. The ice cream was barely starting to melt, it wouldn’t have affected the taste at all. Kinsley, Savannah’s best friend, saw this and handed me a drink, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re not taking our Savannah seriously enough. Why don’t you chug three drinks as an apology to show your sincerity?” Everyone else chimed in, their faces twisted with mocking amusement. I touched the bandage wrapped around my lower back, hesitated for a moment, then took the glass and drained it. As soon as I set the glass down, Kinsley pushed another full one into my hand. My brows immediately furrowed. I didn’t take it. That first glass had already pushed me to my physical limit. Any more, and I’d be in trouble. I looked at Savannah, hoping she’d say something for me. But she just watched, her face cold, not lifting a finger to explain. Kinsley saw my hesitation and sneered, “Savannah, looks like your boyfriend isn’t all that devoted after all. Just two drinks, and he’s being so wishy-washy.” Savannah’s gaze hardened with displeasure. She stepped forward and slapped me across the face. “Caleb, what’s your problem today? You’re usually such a heavy drinker!” She yelled. “And here I was, being nice enough to throw this party to reward you, and this is how you treat me? You won’t even drink three glasses for me!” I turned my head, my eyes darkening. I had thought that after giving a kidney, she would change her usual bossy attitude towards me. But no, she only got worse. She completely forgot that I couldn’t drink alcohol right now. I met her gaze and kindly reminded her, “Savannah, my kidney surgery hasn’t fully healed. Don’t you know I can’t drink?” Her eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, but it quickly vanished in the dim light of the room. Then she said carelessly, “Can’t drink after a kidney transplant? Do you think everyone in this room is stupid?! If you want to get out of drinking, at least come up with a better excuse.” Kinsley, standing nearby, chimed in mockingly, “Exactly! I see everyone else drinking just fine. Why can’t you? Or are you just deliberately refusing? This whole table of drinks is Savannah’s sincerity to you.” She gestured to the table, which was now filled with precisely 99 glasses of alcohol. Seeing the cold indifference on her face, no trace of concern for me, I immediately decided to turn and leave. But Savannah’s circle of friends wasn’t about to let me off so easily. They called people over to hold me down and forcefully poured the alcohol down my throat. The strong liquor seared my lungs, tearing at my chest with agonizing pain. I desperately looked to Savannah for help, but she just watched, a cold, distant spectator, as if I were a stranger. Just when I thought I was going to collapse right then and there, Savannah, who had been like a statue, finally moved. The next second, she walked over and yanked the glass from the hand of the person pouring it into my mouth. I thought she’d finally grown a conscience, that she was going to stop this absurd charade. But then she said coldly, “Hold on. Ryder’s calling.” The moment she answered the phone, her voice shifted, suddenly soft and tender, as if she were a completely different person. “Okay, I’m heading out to get you that dessert now. Wait for me.” A wave of dizziness washed over me, and my consciousness began to fade. Just as Savannah hung up, I collapsed directly in front of her. Everyone else panicked. Savannah frowned, glanced at me, then at the two-thirds of the untouched alcohol on the table, and said with utter disdain, “Don’t bother with him. He’s just faking it, trying to get out of drinking.” “I still need to get Ryder his dessert. I’m leaving.” Savannah walked away without a backward glance. Kinsley then kicked me twice. Seeing no reaction, she finally realized something was seriously wrong and panicked, running off. The others, seeing this, also found excuses to slip away. I was left abandoned in the private room. It was the cleaning lady who eventually called 911. When I woke up, a message popped up on my phone.

It was from Ryder. I opened it. It was a photo of him and Savannah with their marriage certificate. My fingers clenched, staring blankly at the photo until the screen went dark. All these years Savannah and I had been together, for various reasons, we’d unspokenly avoided talking about marriage. We’d fallen in love at first sight, our relationship quickly heated up, and in our respective friend circles, we were considered a “model couple.” We hiked together, camped together, even traveled together. We did everything a normal couple would do. I thought I would be this happy for the rest of my life. But I never imagined those days would end so quickly. I started noticing her requests getting stranger, but I indulged her, letting her have her way, not thinking much of it. At first, she just wanted to control my outfits I thought she just found me unfashionable, so I let it go. But then, she started directly controlling my preferences, restricting my behavior, even hiring a private tutor for me. That’s when I became suspicious. A little digging, and I found out about Ryder’s existence. It was then I understood: everything she had done for me before was actually for Ryder. From that moment on, I could often feel her looking through my eyes at someone else. For eight years, neither of us ever acknowledged this unspoken truth. Until Ryder returned to the country. Once he knew about me, he went all out to impress Savannah, repeatedly mocking me as nothing more than his stand-in . I’d lost count of how many photos like this one I’d received today. Savannah pushed the door open, pinching her nose, a thermal container in her hand. Her tone was disdainful. “I thought you were dead. Didn’t expect you to have such nine lives.” She saw my gaze land on the container in her hand and said coldly, “I spent all afternoon making this chicken soup for Ryder. It’s not for you. Besides, you’re awake now, so you don’t need it anyway.” She paused, her eyes darkening, then forced a sweet smile. “Since you’re fine, then the cake for Ryder’s birthday tomorrow is on you. Don’t you dare disappoint me again.” Without waiting for my answer, she walked out, carrying the container. She had always been like this with me. I had grown used to it over the years. Earlier, to make me more like Ryder, she had hired a private pastry chef to teach me, and I’d picked up a few tricks. But none of the desserts I’d painstakingly made for her had ever satisfied her. She even took a cake I’d spent a whole day on and fed it to a dog. She’d cast a cold glance at the messy aftermath and declared shamelessly, “Caleb, you’re so utterly useless. You can’t even do such a simple thing right. You truly can’t even hold a candle to Ryder.” Thinking of this, I called out to her, “Don’t you usually hate my cakes?” She turned to look at me, her tone impatient. “If Ryder hadn’t specifically asked you to make it, do you think you’d even have this chance?” True. If it weren’t for Ryder, she’d probably make it herself, or at least order a custom one. It would never be my turn. Before I could reply, she slammed the door shut. Smelling the lingering chicken soup aroma that didn’t belong in my hospital room, I remembered Ryder’s room was directly above mine. Just one floor separated us. He was in a luxurious VIP suite, complete with full amenities and a dedicated nutritionist for his recovery meals. He certainly didn’t lack the bowl of chicken soup Savannah held. As for me, the stand-in, ever since I was wheeled out of surgery, Savannah had originally planned to leave me to recover on a gurney in the hallway. It was only after my surgeon strongly insisted, and her own impatience grew, that she reluctantly got me the cheapest, smallest room, barely a yard from the restroom. The strong odor constantly drifted in, irritating me. Just then, a nurse pushed the door open, her voice cold. “Room 12, Caleb? Someone’s processed your discharge. Get ready to leave quickly. Someone will be here to clean and disinfect in half an hour.” I froze, looking up at the IV bag that wasn’t even empty. I hadn’t expected Savannah to act so fast, not even waiting for an afternoon. I ripped the IV needle from my hand, forcing down the discomfort in my body, and quickly packed up, preparing to leave the hospital. As soon as I stepped out of the hospital, I received a frantic message from Savannah: “Go to the bakery immediately. I’ve already had them prepare all the ingredients for the cake. Text me when you’re done.” I stopped, read the message, then tapped the screen, calmly deleting it from my phone. This cake, consider it my wedding gift to them. I had just hung up from calling the artisanal bakery when a SnapChat message popped up. I assumed it was Ryder again, gloating about something Savannah had done for him, and was about to block him. The next second, I saw another message pop up in my SnapChat favorites: “I land tonight. Free to pick me up?” Seeing the familiar tone, I felt a little stunned. I pinched myself hard, thinking I was hallucinating. I only had two people favorited on SnapChat: Savannah, and my one true love from my youth. In the eight years I’d been with Savannah, she never spoke to me with such patience. In my memory, only *she* would talk like that. But hadn’t she said she was moving abroad permanently and would never return? If she hadn’t made that decision back then, we wouldn’t be in this situation now. After all, I had confessed my feelings to her years ago. I stared at the message for a long time, calming my emotions before silently replying, “Okay.”

Putting down my phone, I turned, flowers in hand, and headed straight for the airport, completely forgetting about Savannah’s instructions. It wasn’t until late that night, when Savannah hadn’t received the cake I was supposed to make, ruining the elaborate birthday party she’d planned for Ryder, that she laid all the blame on me. She stormed in, Ryder following behind her. She kicked the door open, screaming, “Caleb, how many times is this?! What kind of stunt are you pulling now?! Where’s the cake I told you to make?!” I glanced at the rattling door, answering blandly, “Forgot.” Savannah immediately blew up. The thought of Ryder being openly ridiculed because I hadn’t shown up with the cake enraged her. She lunged forward, slapping me twice, and snarled, “Do you have any idea that because of you, Ryder was utterly humiliated in front of everyone?! People were pointing and whispering about him! And he was even worried about you, telling me not to get mad at you!” “Ryder is such a good person, why would you do this to him?!” “I’m giving you half an hour! You have to make a cake to apologize within that time, or I’m not done with you!” With that, she slammed the door and left. Watching her resolute back, I realized that she’d never been this invested, not even for my own birthdays. Not only did I never get the special treatment a birthday person deserved, but I had to make *her* a cake, and if it wasn’t to her liking, I’d have to stand all night as punishment. Thinking of this, I let out a bitter laugh. As I stepped out of my room, I saw her sitting in the living room, carefully peeling an orange for Ryder, meticulously removing all the white pith before handing it to him. Ryder saw me but didn’t make a sound. Instead, he smugly took the orange from Savannah and ate it. “Savannah, let’s set our wedding for three days from now, okay?” Ryder asked, his eyes gleaming triumphantly at me, though his voice was tender as he spoke to Savannah. Savannah had her back to me, but her voice was doting. “Of course, darling. Whatever you say.” Hearing that, he smiled even more triumphantly, then asked again: “How about inviting Caleb to our wedding, too?” This time, Savannah didn’t answer directly. Ryder saw the hesitation on her face and immediately acted hurt. “I just want his blessing. That way, our wedding will be even more perfect. Didn’t you always say you wanted to give me a perfect wedding?” Savannah was silent after hearing this. Then, as if remembering something, she nodded in agreement. Ryder smirked, looking at me. “Caleb, did you hear that? Savannah and I are cordially inviting you to our wedding.” Then Savannah turned back, her face cold. Seeing me, her eyes seemed to falter for a moment before she said with disdain, “Since you heard it, I won’t repeat myself. Be there on time, don’t make us a laughingstock again.” My hand clenched. I met Savannah’s indifferent gaze. My eight years of devotion, and in the end, I didn’t even get a proper breakup. I scoffed at myself, then nodded in agreement. On the wedding day, I showed up in full formal wear. The moment the couple emerged, they were the center of attention. Guests showered them with compliments, calling them a match made in heaven, not holding back on their praises. Savannah accepted it all with a beaming smile, but when her eyes landed on me, the smile instantly vanished. Savannah’s face soured. She frowned and chastised me, “Caleb, are you trying to steal Ryder’s thunder dressed like that? Don’t forget, today is Ryder’s and my wedding. Ryder is the groom today!” “If I’d known this, I never should have agreed to let you come! I thought you’d know your place, but I never imagined you’d stoop so low just to cause trouble!” At her words, the surrounding guests began to whisper. Those who didn’t know me accused me of being shameless; those who did threatened to kick me out. Ryder, on the other hand, didn’t seem annoyed. He even spoke up for me, sounding understanding. “Savannah, if he wants to be my best man, then let’s humor him. It’s a way of thanking him for taking care of you all these years. And it wouldn’t be a waste of that outfit he’s wearing today.” Ryder looked at me with a challenging glint in his eyes. Savannah frowned, about to retort, but then heard the continued whispers around them and relented. She checked the time, clearly reluctant. “Then hurry up and get ready. Is this where you’re supposed to be standing?!” A staff member came over, ready to escort me away, but before I’d taken two steps, Ryder’s voice stopped them. “Wait. His outfit is actually perfect. How about we have him bring us the wedding rings in a bit?” My body stiffened at his words. Deliver the rings. That was the flower girl’s job. He wanted me to watch them exchange vows, to watch Savannah marry him, with my own eyes? I looked at Savannah. She didn’t speak, implying her silent consent. The ceremony began quickly. Watching Savannah shed tears on stage, moved by Ryder’s words, I couldn’t help but sneer. The stage was set. It was time for the real show to begin. Savannah, let’s see how long you can keep that smile. The next second, the officiant excitedly announced, “Now, let’s give a round of applause for our special guest who will be presenting the rings to the happy couple…” A thunderous applause erupted. The couple on stage smiled, waiting for me to bring them their rings. I hooked a smile on my face, took the ring box from the staff member, and slowly walked forward. Whispers filled my ears, but my feet moved step by step, *away* from the altar. A moment later, I turned and knelt on one knee in front of a slender, unfamiliar woman. The entire hall erupted in gasps. Savannah’s face went deathly pale as she recognized me, then contorted in a furious scream. “Caleb, do you even know what you’re doing?!” “Of course, I’m proposing. Are you blind? Can’t you tell?” I sneered, utterly dismissive. Savannah’s face changed drastically. She grabbed her wedding dress with both hands and strode towards me, seething.

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My wife, three months pregnant, aborted our child against my will to make room for her childhood friend’s baby because he was terminally ill. Afterward, she calmly stated, “Ryan doesn’t have much time left. Why would you argue with a dying man? I promise you, once I give birth to Ryan’s baby, we can have another one of our own.” Everyone thought I was head-over-heels in love with her, convinced I wouldn’t refuse and would eagerly play the pathetic step-dad. But this time, I decisively signed the divorce papers and bought a plane ticket abroad the very next day. I saw my ex-wife again two years later at a class reunion. The moment she stepped into the private room, she shoved her two-year-old child into my arms, a haughty look on her face. “Liam, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years. Isn’t it time you cooled down? If you apologize to me publicly, I might give you a chance to take care of us, mother and son!” Everyone stifled their giggles, whispering that I had gotten a good deal, a two-for-one. But I simply flashed the wedding ring on my left hand. “No thanks. I already have my own wife and child. No need to be a pathetic chump!”

The moment I finished speaking, everyone in the private room froze, their shocked gazes fixed on me, before bursting into laughter. “Oh, come on, Liam! Who doesn’t know you love Serena more than life itself? When Serena had end-stage kidney disease back then, you gave her one of your kidneys. Do you really expect us to believe you’d marry someone else?” “Exactly! Can you at least get your story straight before you spout nonsense? Who’d believe such rubbish?” I smirked inwardly, ignoring their chatter. It was no wonder they were shocked. I *had* been madly in love with Serena. After her kidney disease diagnosis, I didn’t hesitate to donate a kidney to her. To this day, my left kidney still aches faintly on rainy days. I always gave her the sweetest part of the watermelon. Knowing she hated dragon fruit seeds, I’d painstakingly pick each one out with a toothpick. Because I loved her, I even tolerated her going on dates with her childhood friend, Ryan, again and again. I tolerated her tying Ryan’s tie and gently wiping his mouth right in front of me. As long as she came home and remembered she had a husband, I was content. Everyone knew I was a complete fool in love, beyond saving, and they instinctively assumed I was just spouting angry words earlier. As they collected themselves, Ryan, who had been silent, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and approached me, saying casually, “Liam, I know you’re still mad about what happened two years ago.” “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Serena wouldn’t have aborted your child to give me an heir.” “Since everyone’s here today, I’ll drink this bottle as an apology to you!” He chugged the bottle, the burning liquor making him cough uncontrollably. Serena immediately jumped up, handed her child to a nearby colleague, snatched the bottle, and said, both angry and heartbroken, “Ryan, are you crazy, drinking so much? Even though your condition has been controlled these past few years, you’re still a sick man!” After comforting Ryan, Serena gave me a haughty look and said coldly, “Liam, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years. That’s enough!” “Ryan and I just did IVF; there was no physical intimacy. Why are you still holding a grudge over such a minor thing?” Everyone started murmuring. “Liam is so stubborn. It’s a two-for-one deal; he actually came out ahead!” “And Serena has been looking for him all these years. He left for two years, and she searched for two years. It’s time to move on from the past.” So, aborting our child to have a baby for Ryan was just a “minor thing” in Serena’s eyes? What surprised me, though, was that Serena had actually been looking for me? What for? Lost in thought, I heard Serena continue, “Alright, Liam, little Leo needs someone to take care of him. Since you’re back, you can take care of him from now on. Even though Leo isn’t your biological child, you’re his nominal father, so you should be responsible for him.” I scoffed. Two years hadn’t changed a thing. Serena was still arrogant, giving me orders as if it were her right. But I was no longer the Liam she could manipulate so easily. My heart had turned to stone the moment Serena aborted our child two years ago, and I had left the country decisively. And what I’d said earlier wasn’t just angry words; I genuinely had gotten married and had a child. After moving abroad, I found a new job, and before long, I met my wife, Victoria. She was there for me through those dark times. We got married soon after and had a beautiful daughter. Just thinking about my wife and daughter filled me with warmth. Snapping back to reality, I coldly refused, “No thanks. I have my own child to take care of. As for your little Leo, let his biological father do it.” Hearing this, Ryan’s eyes immediately reddened. “Liam, I know you resent me for causing your child to be aborted, which is why you refuse to take care of my child.” “I want to raise Leo myself, but my body won’t allow it…” “It’s because I trust you that I’m entrusting Leo to your care. He’s a very well-behaved child, doesn’t cry or fuss, and won’t be much trouble. Please, I’m begging you, take pity on me, a father, and take care of Leo…” Ryan made a show of falling to his knees. Serena quickly helped him up and comforted him. Then, she turned and gave me a cold glance. “So many people beg to take care of Leo, and I refuse them all. It’s an honor for you to care for him, don’t be ungrateful!” Her gaze fell on my clothes, and Serena scoffed. “Liam, you must not have had it easy these past two years abroad, huh? You can’t even wear decent clothes to a class reunion.” “It’s about time you stopped being so picky. If you take good care of Leo, I can give you ten thousand a month for pocket money. That’s way more than you’d earn working odd jobs.” Ryan also chimed in, sounding like the man of the house, “Yeah, if you take good care of Leo, Serena and I won’t treat you badly. With us, you won’t have to wear cheap, off-brand clothes.” It was then that everyone noticed my casual outfit. Immediately, sneering remarks filled the room. “How did Liam fall so far? He can’t even afford decent clothes!” “If only he’d known this would happen. I heard Serena’s company took off right after he left. If he hadn’t stubbornly gone abroad, he’d be living a comfortable life now.” I just curled my lips into a cold smile. They had no idea. The clothes I was wearing weren’t off-brand; they were custom-designed silk, each piece costing hundreds of thousands. Seeing me smile, Serena mistakenly thought I was agreeing to take care of Leo. She pulled out her phone, ready to transfer money to me. “I’ll transfer ten thousand. Go buy some good clothes later, so you don’t rub your poverty on our little Leo.” But to her surprise, the message she sent was immediately met with a glaring red exclamation mark!

Serena’s eyes widened. “Liam, you blocked me?!” I found it amusing. I’d blocked and deleted her two years ago. Was she just finding out now? Serena’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she demanded that I add her back immediately. But I said coldly, “Just an ex-wife. What’s there to add?” “Besides, my wife doesn’t let me add other women. She gets jealous.” Seeing me repeatedly refuse to give her face, Serena’s anger flared. “Liam, are you done with your act? I’ve given you a way out. If you insist on being stubborn, then we’ll divorce!” In the past, Serena would always threaten me with divorce whenever she was displeased, forcing me to yield. She thought she could still manipulate me as easily as before. But I just smirked coldly. “Serena, did you forget? We already divorced two years ago.” At my words, the entire room fell silent. Serena was stunned for a moment. “Divorced? When did we get divorced?” Then, as if something clicked, she sneered, “I get it! This is your little game, isn’t it? Playing hard to get? Two years apart, and you’ve certainly gotten more cunning!” I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Serena, didn’t you see the letter I left two years ago?” Serena looked confused. “What letter?” Before I left the country, I had left Serena a letter. Inside the envelope, along with the wedding ring I’d taken off, was a signed divorce agreement. I had made her sign that divorce agreement on the day she insisted on aborting our child, despite my pleas. She was always dismissive of me; she hadn’t even looked at it before signing. She probably hadn’t even bothered to properly read the contents of the envelope two years ago. That’s why she didn’t know we were already divorced, thinking I was just throwing a tantrum. Thinking of this, I scoffed, and with a flourish, pulled out my duplicate copy of the divorce agreement from that year, thrusting it in front of Serena. “Serena, the letter I wrote you back then contained a signed divorce agreement. I made two copies, and this is the other one. Look closely, we’re already divorced.” Serena’s beautiful eyes widened. She was about to say the divorce agreement was forged, but when she saw her own signature clearly on it, she froze. “This is really my handwriting? How? I never signed…” “No, you did. Remember the document I handed you on the day you scheduled your D&C procedure?” My reminder made Serena realize belatedly that the document I’d made her sign that day was the divorce agreement. Her face turned ashen. Everyone else was surprised too. “Liam actually initiated the divorce? Has his ‘love-struck’ spell finally broken?” “If they’re divorced, why is he back? I bet he still can’t let Serena go.” Hearing this, Serena lifted her chin, confidently believing I still had feelings for her. Little did she know, my return to the country was primarily to accompany my wife and daughter. Victoria was attending a business gala back home, and our daughter wanted to visit Wonderland Theme Park during the spring break. I’d just arrived when I received the class reunion invitation, so I decided to drop by. I was about to shatter Serena’s illusion when her phone rang. It was her assistant. “Ms. Smith, we just got word that Ms. Stone, CEO of Stone Group, is back in the country with her husband and child, and they’ll be attending the business gala tonight. The chairman wants us to add an extra seat and treat them exceptionally well.” “The chairman specifically emphasized treating Ms. Stone’s husband well, as Ms. Stone is fiercely protective of him. If we can win over her husband, future collaborations are guaranteed.” Only then did I realize that Serena’s company was hosting this business gala. After Serena hung up, everyone started showering her with flattery. “Serena, Stone Group is a powerhouse! Your company landing a partnership with them means a brilliant future!” “I heard all the big shots in the business world will be at this gala. Can you help us old classmates make some connections?” Serena’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she glanced at me, speaking condescendingly, “Liam, are you regretting stubbornly divorcing me now?” “If you agree to take care of Leo, I might consider remarrying you…” I scoffed inwardly. Stone Group was my wife’s company, and I was the very husband they were so desperate to impress. Before Serena could finish, I coldly interrupted, “Stone Group wouldn’t even *look* at your company.” Beside her, Ryan, who had been silent for a long time, gave me a disdainful look. “How would *you* know?” I articulated each word clearly: “Because, I *am* Ms. Stone’s husband.” At my words, everyone looked at me as if I’d lost my mind, like I was an idiot. Ryan even burst out laughing. “If you’re Ms. Stone’s husband, then I’m Ms. Stone’s father!” “Who doesn’t know Ms. Stone dotes on her husband? She once made headlines by splurging hundreds of millions on a watch for him! Ms. Stone’s husband is a priceless man, worth hundreds of millions. How could a low-life like you impersonate him?” “Look at yourself! What part of you screams ‘Ms. Stone’s husband’?” But I unhurriedly rolled up my sleeve, revealing a large, diamond-encrusted gold watch on my wrist. “Are you talking about *this* watch?”

Everyone was utterly shocked. “The news about Ms. Stone buying a watch and making headlines… it looks just like the one Liam is wearing!” “So… Liam really is Ms. Stone’s husband?” Ryan’s eyes widened when he saw the watch on my wrist, a flicker of envy and malice crossing his face. The next second, he swiftly yanked the watch off my wrist when I wasn’t looking, sneering, “Liam, how dare you try to fool us with a fake watch! How could someone like you impersonate Ms. Stone’s husband?” “Not gonna lie, this knockoff is pretty convincing. Too bad a fake is always a fake; it’ll never be real.” “Serena is about to partner with Ms. Stone, and you’re impersonating her husband right now? Are you trying to ruin Serena?” I glared at him coldly. “Who told you this watch is fake? It’s the real deal, now give it back!” But Ryan refused, deliberately stuffing the watch into his pocket. I lunged to retrieve it, but he stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor, his eyes red as he looked at me. “Liam, I can’t believe you hate me so much. Not only did you deliberately push me, but you’re also dragging Serena into this just to get back at me. Fine, I’ll take Leo and leave, so we don’t bother you anymore…” Ryan continued to whine and threatened to leave. Two years, and he was still pulling the same stunts. And Serena, as always, fell for it. This time, she also protected him, just as usual, yelling at me. “That’s enough, Liam! Ryan is a sick man; are you trying to kill him?” “You’re the one in the wrong here. Impersonating Ms. Stone’s husband, are you trying to ruin our company’s partnership? Two years apart, and you’ve become so malicious!” Meeting Ryan’s provocative gaze, I smirked inwardly. He wasn’t sick at all. His terminal illness was faked, and his medical records were forged. I had told Serena before, but she wouldn’t believe me, accusing me of slander instead. Even now, she still didn’t believe me. I couldn’t be bothered to argue, expecting Serena to continue her tirade as she always did. But instead, she sighed helplessly. “Alright, Ryan seems to like this watch, so just give it to him as an apology.” “Let’s just drop this whole thing. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything.” That watch was a special gift from Victoria. Let me just hand it over? No way. I snatched the watch back, saying coldly, “This is a gift from my wife. You have no right to touch it!” The sharp watch strap cut Serena’s finger. Seeing me refuse to back down, Serena’s face darkened. “Liam, it’s just a cheap watch. If it wasn’t to give you a way out, do you really think we’d want it?” “Ryan, it’s just a watch, right? I’ll buy you an even more expensive and better one. Let *someone* regret it!” I ignored them, turning to leave the private room. Afterward, I returned to the hotel where I was staying. That evening, I freshened up and headed to the business gala. Before leaving, Victoria sent me a message, letting me know that Wonderland Theme Park’s show had just ended, and she was bringing our daughter over. She told me to go ahead and wait for them. Knowing my wife and daughter loved cake, I grabbed a plate of small cakes, intending to find a seat and wait. As I turned, I bumped into Serena and Ryan, both dressed to the nines. Seeing me, a hint of disdain flashed in Serena’s eyes. “What are *you* doing here? What, did you come specifically to reconcile with me?” “You were so tough earlier! Seems like that was all just an act!” Seeing the cake in my hand, Ryan mocked, “Liam, you’re not a waiter here, are you? I heard their waiters only make four thousand a month. That’s less than taking care of our Leo!” Serena also wore a haughty expression. “Liam, if you beg me, I might make an exception and let you take care of Leo, for old times’ sake.” I said calmly, “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not a waiter. I’m here waiting for my wife and child.” Ryan, however, looked as if he’d heard the funniest joke. “Liam, the only CEO attending this gala with a child is Ms. Stone. Are you actually going to claim you’re Ms. Stone’s husband?” “I am.” Hearing me say that, Ryan crossed his arms and sneered. “Liam, you’re clearly addicted to lying! How dare you spout nonsense and pretend to be someone important at such a crucial event, and you’re still wearing that fake watch!” “If Ms. Stone and her husband find out, we’ll all be in deep trouble!” Before I could react, Ryan lunged forward, snatched the watch from my wrist, and slammed it onto the floor. The sharp strap cut my wrist, drawing bright red blood. Before I could even cry out in pain, Ryan shoved me hard onto the ground, grabbed a nearby cake plate, and smashed it onto my face, growling, “I’ll teach you a lesson, you imposter, on behalf of Ms. Stone!” Cake smeared all over my face, the sticky cream clogging my nostrils, nearly suffocating me. I reached up to wipe the cream off my face, but Ryan cruelly stomped on my hand with his hard leather shoe heel, grinding it repeatedly. Excruciating pain shot through my entire body. I could almost hear my bones cracking. The crowd in the hall, having heard I was an imposter, all laughed and pointed. Serena watched the entire thing with cold eyes. Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, “Ms. Stone is here!” Everyone immediately turned to look at the entrance. I waved my arms, trying to get Victoria’s attention. But Serena grabbed my hand, whispering, “Liam, behave yourself! I know you deliberately followed me here because you’re jealous.” “As long as you don’t make a scene, after the gala, I might consider remarrying you. I can even have another child for you…” She tried to pull me up, but I recoiled in disgust. Victoria still noticed me. Holding our daughter, she walked towards me, her brows tightly furrowed. “What happened?” Ryan’s face was full of flattery. “Ms. Stone, this man is an imposter pretending to be your husband! I’ve already taught him a good lesson for you!” Serena echoed, “Yes, Ms. Stone, there’s no need to bother with him.” The next second, our daughter let go of Victoria’s hand and ran to me. Seeing my disheveled state, her eyes welled up with tears. “Daddy, why is your face covered in cream? And your hand, it’s bleeding…” Suddenly, everyone present was stunned. “What? Did I hear that right? Ms. Stone’s daughter just called this imposter ‘Daddy’?” “Doesn’t that mean this isn’t an imposter, but the real deal?”

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At the reunion, my CEO husband deliberately lost a game. With his friends egging him on, he planned to tie the knot with his first love and announce it on SnapChat. Everyone present started cheering them on, and my husband eagerly pulled out the divorce papers, demanding my cooperation: “It’s just a game, don’t take it too seriously.” I stayed silent for a long time, and everyone expected me to explode. But I just took the divorce papers and said calmly: “Divorce is fine, but I need you to do three things first.” He readily agreed, rushing me to sign, even promising eagerly: “Forget three things, I’ll do three hundred, as long as you sign! And once we remarry, I’ll give you a lavish wedding!” But he didn’t know that the moment he decided to divorce me, my ‘capture’ mission had already failed, and the system was about to erase me. I could only survive by completing the three tasks the system gave me. Seeing me sign, my husband, Liam Sterling, happily put away the divorce papers. Everyone exchanged glances, a smirk of triumph on their faces. That’s when I finally understood: this reunion was a setup, a carefully laid trap just for me. On the virtual screen behind Liam, four blood-red words screamed: “CAPTURE FAILED.” The system’s electronic voice drilled into my mind: “Host, only if you marry your target for seven years can you offset the life-for-a-life exchange. You’re just an hour and a half short of seven years. In 48 hours, you’ll be erased.” Its tone shifted: “However, seeing your pitiful state, you can survive if you complete three tasks within the deadline.” “Now issuing Task One.” “Make Liam Sterling confess his love to you in public.” I laughed out loud. I just signed divorce papers, and now the system wants him to confess his love to me? Clara Davis stood up, her pretty face tight with resolve: “Liam, if you have to agree to Avery’s unreasonable requests because of me, then I’ll gladly accept punishment. I’ll drink three shots of vodka!” Liam’s eyes were filled with heartache: “It’s fine, she can’t stir up any trouble.” I gave a self-deprecating laugh. Seven years ago, on our wedding day, Liam was supposed to elope for love, but Clara ran off with all his savings and disappeared. After that, he firmly believed I was behind it and constantly clashed with me. We went from childhood sweethearts to bitter enemies. I thought that if I genuinely loved him, I could eventually win him over. For the past two years, he had almost accepted our situation, even remembering to leave work early to celebrate our wedding anniversary. But then, Clara came back. Only then did I realize he had never forgotten her, and he’d even set up this elaborate scheme just to marry her. He’d even forgotten that today was our seventh wedding anniversary. Now, the seven stolen years were finally to be returned. But I still wanted to live. I spoke up: “Liam Sterling, the first thing I want you to do is confess your love to me.” “Confess to me exactly how you confessed to Clara Davis back then.” Liam froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. The private room erupted: “Avery, don’t be unreasonable! You’ve already signed the divorce papers, there’s no need to be so petty and embarrass Liam!” “Liam, don’t listen to her nonsense! She’s just trying to cause trouble!” It was truly ironic. These people had received many favors from me in the past. Now that Sterling Corp. was so powerful, they constantly mocked me. Clara’s face was flushed with anger: “Avery, you’re really just messing with him! Liam, I won’t let you suffer this humiliation!” My own husband confessing to me was a humiliation in her eyes? I coldly scanned the room, then yawned: “I’m talking to Liam Sterling. Does it concern you to interrupt?” “Liam Sterling, if you don’t confess, I’m leaving. And I won’t bother with the divorce certificate.” After so many years together, I knew his temper. His brows furrowed, and he said impatiently: “I thought you were being sensible today, but it turns out you just thought of a new trick. If I confess, you’ll obediently get the divorce certificate?” It seemed he was truly desperate to marry Clara and make it official. “Yes.” Liam’s face darkened, and he spoke as if facing death: “Avery, be with me. I’ll buy you two bottles of milk every day and warm them with my body heat, so you always drink them at room temperature…” Clara’s eyes welled with tears, and she murmured: “Liam, you still remember.” Everyone in the room couldn’t help but applaud, marveling at Liam’s deep affection, still remembering his confession to Clara Davis eight years ago. Watching the two exchange increasingly loving gazes, I felt a wave of nausea and left my seat: “I have to go. Something came up.” Behind me, the room erupted in laughter, mocking me for shooting myself in the foot. As I walked out, my best friend, Chloe Miller, somehow heard the news and rushed to the restaurant, demanding answers: “Did you really sign the divorce papers with Liam, are you insane? You begged on your knees to marry him, giving up a marriage alliance with a billionaire’s son, and now you’re just divorcing him, letting that trash Clara snatch him up?” I was silent. Back then, the Sterling family was on the verge of bankruptcy. To help Liam, I gave up a marriage with the son of a billionaire and resolutely married him. My parents were furious and disowned me. I was ostracized by my family, and even as the CEO’s wife, I couldn’t interfere with anything in the Sterling family, leaving me in an awkward position. But Liam, after Clara returned to the country, immediately arranged a Vice President position for her without a word, even putting her in charge of billions of dollars. Love and lack of love, it was very obvious. My sky-high heels had rubbed my heels raw, and I uncomfortably shifted my stance, unable to stop myself from scoffing: “You think she’s trash, but Liam treats her like a treasure. What can I do?” Chloe sighed, giving me a supportive squeeze: “Men are like shoes, if they don’t fit, we just get new ones!” As she spoke, Liam came downstairs, dotingly ruffling Clara’s hair: “Clara, let’s go take our wedding photos first, then buy rings. When we go to the registry office, I’ll have a convoy of thirty cars pick you up!” His gaze met mine, and Liam’s lips tightened into a thin line, his voice cold: “Avery, there are still two things left. If you’re playing games, I won’t make it easy for you!” I lowered my eyes and smiled bitterly. He didn’t know I had wanted to keep my distance from him for a long time; I was only forced to interact with him to stay alive. After he walked away, I called out to the system in my mind: “Was that task completed?” “Barely satisfactory,” the system’s voice was flat. “Now, issuing Task Two.” “Go on a date with Liam Sterling for one day.”

I stumbled. “Are you serious? Liam Sterling barely tolerates me today. If I ask him to go on a date with me, he’ll definitely think I’m messing with him!” The system was cold: “Host has no right to question. You can choose to abandon the task and be erased.” At midnight, I tossed and turned, thinking about the system’s task. Bang! Liam kicked open the door and dragged me out of bed. In the darkness, his angry eyes glowed ominously: “Are you happy now? Because of the scene you caused today, Clara went home sick. I took care of her until past midnight before her fever broke!” I pried his hand off and forced a smile: “It was just a game. Couldn’t you have called it off? Who would take a CEO like you seriously?” Liam choked, then sighed softly: “It was just a game, why didn’t you cooperate?” I said nonchalantly: “Second thing. Tomorrow, you cancel all your work and spend the day with me.” Liam’s face immediately turned cold: “Avery, are you pushing your luck? You’re really taking advantage!” He slammed the door shut and left. A bitter taste filled my mouth. I knew this would be the outcome. The next morning, however, he still knocked on my door, his face sullen: “I lost a million dollars today because of you. What do you want, spill it.” Because of me? More like to get the marriage certificate with Clara as soon as possible. The system told me the date wasn’t the main point; the key was for Liam Sterling to spend six consecutive hours with me. I took Liam to the mall to pass the time. The whole way, he never looked up from his phone. Occasionally, he’d stop outside a women’s clothing store or a luxury boutique and just casually buy a ton of stuff. All of it was for Clara. In our seven years of marriage, he had never bought me anything. The dress I was wearing was worn out and pilled. He retaliated against me by poaching my family’s business. My dad scolded me for betraying our family, and I was blacklisted by the industry. No one knew that beneath my glamorous exterior, I lived on the meager salary from online part-time jobs. I persevered until noon. Liam looked impatient, so I quickly took him to a hot pot restaurant. Just as we ordered, his face changed as he looked at his phone. He made a call, his voice filled with urgent worry: “How can you not eat? No appetite without me? Okay, I’m coming back right now!” He then grabbed his coat and rushed to leave: “Urgent company business. I’m leaving first.” I knew this must be Clara’s doing. “Will you come back?” My task wasn’t finished yet. He seemed to remember something and nodded: “I will.” But I never expected him to return with Clara. Liam carefully tended to Clara, feeding her, wiping her mouth, acting like he was nursing a paralytic patient. They looked like an affectionate couple, while I was just a stranger sharing their table. After that, whatever I wanted to eat, Clara would point to and demand. I lost my appetite and pushed my forks aside. She looked triumphant, saying with exaggerated sweetness: “The food Liam feeds me tastes especially delicious…” Under the table, she deliberately stomped on my foot. I hissed in pain, but Liam paid no attention. Fortunately, we just needed to watch a movie to reach six hours, so I grudgingly endured her. Who knew there were only two tickets left at the movie theater? Clara spoke first, her eyes red: “Liam, you and Avery go watch it. I know she’s using the divorce as an excuse to spend time with you, but it’s okay, I won’t be a third wheel! I’ll leave now!” Liam panicked, quickly grabbing her hand: “What nonsense are you talking about? Forget the stupid movie, I’ll spend the whole afternoon with you instead, okay?” I pleaded calmly: “Liam Sterling, just watch this movie with me, and I’ll let you go, I won’t bother you anymore.” But Liam pushed me away with a shove, and the popcorn I was holding scattered everywhere. “Avery, stop pretending! I’ve already told you I could never like someone as selfish, arrogant, and self-righteous as you. Clara is generous and kind enough not to blame you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll indulge you. I’ve already been more than generous by taking you shopping today!” He held Clara’s hand and turned to leave. “Warning: Host is performing passively. Electric shock penalty. Please convince Liam Sterling to return within one minute.” The next second, a powerful current surged through my body. I instantly collapsed to my knees, my kneecaps hitting the ground with a loud thud, my body convulsing. Gritting my teeth, I begged with all my might: “Liam Sterling! Please, come watch the movie with me, or I’ll die! Please…” Liam turned back frantically, his pupils constricting when he saw me on the ground. He instinctively took a step. “Liam, go ahead. Avery is usually so healthy, but now she’s suddenly fainted. She must be seriously ill. Go with her, don’t worry about me.” Clara suddenly spoke. Liam’s steps halted, and his expression turned cold: “Avery, now you’ve learned to fake falls? What are you trying to prove, playing helpless? Don’t make me look down on you.” He abandoned me. No matter how much I called out, he never looked back. After a long time, the system’s punishment ended. My face was pale, as if I’d been pulled from water. Many people gathered around, offering to take me to the hospital. The system warned sternly: “Task Two completion rate is only fifty percent. If Task Three cannot be completed perfectly, Host, you will still be erased.” The panel changed, displaying only one line of text: “Make Liam Sterling propose to you.” I gave a desolate laugh, losing all my strength and collapsing onto the ground. This was an impossible task. When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital. Chloe rushed to hand me water, her eyes filled with sympathy: “The doctor said you have organ failure and won’t live for more than three days. Does Liam know? Is this why you divorced him?” I knew this was a side effect of the system’s punishment. Three days? Only twenty-four hours left. I didn’t want to grovel and make Liam pity me. After all, I had once been a wealthy young woman; I had my pride. I shook my head: “No. Chloe, as friends, I have one favor to ask. After I die, just tell everyone I traveled abroad and settled there. Don’t let them see how miserably I died.” Chloe’s eyes reddened, and she wiped her face: “You saved Liam’s life during the avalanche back then, but he thought Clara saved him. He’s misunderstood and tormented you for so many years, you—” My phone on the table rang urgently. It was Liam. Chloe answered, unable to help herself: “Liam Sterling, do you know Avery is sick!”

I struggled to sit up and stop her. On the other end of the phone, Liam paused for a second, then scoffed coldly: “Did Avery tell you to act? What’s a little fall going to do?” “Tell her to hurry up and state her last demand so we can get this over with. I don’t have time for her games.” Seeing how impatient he was, I took the phone and said seriously: “The third thing is simple. All you have to do is propose to me.” CRASH! A harsh sound came from the other end of the phone; something seemed to have fallen. Liam was frantic: “Clara, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” The next second, he lashed out at me: “Avery, are you crazy? Are you out of your mind? I’m not playing with you anymore! Go get the divorce certificate or don’t, I don’t care. We’ll be automatically divorced in thirty days anyway. I’m not like you, desperate to live. I can wait!” He hung up. My heart ached. I knew Liam wanted to get rid of me, but I never expected him to despise me so much. The system was still urging me to complete the task. But now I had no leverage over him. What else could I do? Fatigue washed over me like a tide. Even if I begged Liam on my knees, he would just think I was pulling tricks. If that’s the case, I might as well die with dignity. With that thought, I called him. He answered impatiently: “If you’re going to talk about me proposing to you again, just go to hell!” He didn’t know his words would turn out to be prophetic. My voice was calm: “I was just kidding. See you at the registry office tomorrow morning.” Liam was surprised: “That’s it? Are you being so cooperative?” “Don’t want to? Fine then.” “No! You better not be playing games!” He quickly agreed. Nine A.M. the next morning, at the registry office entrance. Liam yelled at me for being one minute late: “Avery, what are you doing now? You were really faking being sick yesterday! They say the wicked live forever, so you’ll probably live to be a hundred!” His friends also looked at me with mocking expressions. They were all waiting for Liam to get his marriage certificate with Clara, specially bringing confetti to celebrate. I found it amusing. In the past, when Liam and I made plans, he was never on time, repeatedly breaking promises, deliberately enjoying my distressed reactions. Today, I was only one minute late, and he was so anxious. “That’s right, I was doing it on purpose. I’ve changed my mind. The third thing is, I want you to carry me in to get the divorce certificate!” From where we stood, it was less than a hundred feet to the entrance. Liam looked at me suspiciously: “That simple?” Clara still rushed out to object, as if I were committing an unforgivable sin: “Liam is a CEO! How can you treat him like a servant and make him carry you? We don’t have to get this divorce certificate, I’ll wait for Liam forever!” Everyone else’s faces also darkened: “Avery, you’re shameless! This is clearly a deliberate obstruction! You just don’t want the divorce certificate!” I curved my lips into a smile, composed. Liam, however, declared decisively: “Fine. But if you cause any more trouble inside, I’ll make your life a living hell.” He walked up to me. I jumped onto his back without any hesitation. Liam gave a small “oh.” I was too light. Frighteningly light. You see, I used to have a fiery personality. I loved racing, hiking, rock climbing. My muscle mass was not to be underestimated. He instinctively asked: “Are you starving yourself?” I replied faintly: “You and Clara disgusted me so much I couldn’t eat.” Liam curled his lip: “That’s enough.” When we married years ago, he was practically dragged into the registry office by ten bodyguards, forced to get the marriage certificate, his face filled with disgust. Now, he walked steadily towards the registry office, step by step, but it was to divorce me. In a daze, I remembered when I was seventeen. Liam was caught in an avalanche while skiing. I rushed into the snowy field without a thought, screaming until my throat was hoarse before I found him. At that time, he had snow blindness, and his leg was injured, preventing him from standing. I half-carried, half-dragged him down the mountain for a day and a night, even cutting myself to give him my blood, hoping to restore his strength. In his semi-conscious state, Liam’s hot tears streamed onto my neck: “You’re so good to me! I’ll marry you!” I laughed, coaxing him not to break his promise. By the time we reached the bottom of the mountain, I should have died from hypothermia. The system bonded with me then. It said our love was truly great, and as long as I could marry him for seven years, it would grant me health and a long life. I agreed, secretly delighted that this was a freebie, and that we would surely be happy. But I never expected to wake up and see him confessing to Clara Davis in front of the entire school. He said he would marry me. But what I got was his endless gratitude towards Clara. I tried to explain, but he didn’t believe me. “The person who saved me was gentle like a goddess. You’re so rough and bossy, how could it be you?” Snapping back to reality, I whispered into Liam’s ear: “Liam Sterling, we’re even now.” He stopped walking: “What did you say?”

My throat itched, and I coughed up blood. The system’s punishment yesterday had ruined my internal organs. Even as I covered my mouth, a drop of blood splattered onto Liam’s neck. He flew into a rage: “Avery, are you trying to die? Coughing on my neck, how disgusting! Clean it up!” I wiped the blood from my lips, then gently pushed his head back to face forward. My voice was calm: “Look ahead, not at me.” Liam quickened his pace, walking closer to the divorce counter. Before he could put me down, I jumped off his back and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his neck. He still seemed unsatisfied, pulling out tissue after tissue, as if he’d been contaminated with something filthy. I couldn’t help but say: “Liam Sterling, since you’ve decided to be with Clara, don’t let her down.” Liam frowned, finally looking at me properly: “What nonsense are you talking about? It’s just one day, and you’re already this petty and intolerant? Don’t worry, once the game is over, I’ll give you a lavish wedding. I won’t go back on my word.” I curled my lips into a weak smile. On the divorce papers, I fumbled to find where to sign. My eyesight was the most severely affected of all my declining organs. Liam held my finger and pointed to the spot, scoffing: “What’s wrong with your eyes? Are you crying them blind because you’re sad about divorcing me?” I snorted: “It was so sickening it gave me a stye.” Since Clara returned to the country, I hadn’t bantered with him like this in a long time. Liam angrily pushed my arm: “Avery, you just can’t say anything nice, can you!” I grunted in pain, taking a while to recover. His face suddenly changed: “Are you really sick?” I acted nonchalant: “No. Hurry up and finish the procedures. I’m planning to travel abroad for a few days. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, why obsess over one person?” Everyone present couldn’t help but scoff, looking at me with expressions that clearly said, “Stop acting,” filled with disdain. Liam’s face remained grim, and he suddenly stood up. “No divorce.” “No divorce?” Clara exclaimed in surprise, then her eyes welled up with tears, saying aggrievedly: “Liam, if you can’t bear to, that’s okay. I’m willing to be punished. I just have a slight alcohol allergy, I won’t die. I’ll go buy liquor right now!” I was speechless, not understanding what Liam meant. I deliberately provoked him: “Stop messing around. Or are you really reluctant to let me go?” Liam, predictably, couldn’t stand the provocation and quickly signed the papers. “If it weren’t for your pitiful, pale face, I…” He trailed off. Then he took the divorce certificate with a sullen face, turned around, and sat with Clara at the marriage counter. Everyone crowded around them, their faces joyful. My business here was done. I turned to leave, but Liam suddenly called out to me: “Don’t go. Wait until Clara and I get our marriage certificate and post on SnapChat, then I’ll remarry you right away!” Divorce and remarrying? Did he think this was a game? I perfunctorily agreed and walked out of the registry office. On the virtual screen, the countdown showed thirteen hours left—enough time for me to handle my affairs. But I never expected my vision to turn blood-red: “Host Avery Hayes, task failed. Detected official divorce between the two. Countdown reset to zero!” I never imagined the system had this trick up its sleeve. I leaned on the registry office doorframe, collapsing softly to the ground. Inside the registry office, Liam Sterling was posing for photos with Clara Davis, their heads close together. The photographer kept calling out: “Closer, lovebirds! Yes, more intimate!”

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Ten years into our marriage, my CEO wife, Victoria, flaked on our plan to spend the May Day holiday together again, claiming a last-minute business trip. But then, a message popped up from Julian, the man she’d always carried a torch for. It was a photo of his whole family on a trip, Victoria in the picture, laughing and playing with a kid. “Alex, if I’m not mistaken, she told you she had to go on a business trip again, didn’t she? After all these years, it’s hilarious how you still fall for that excuse.” “Guess where she’s taking me this time?” My gaze fixated on the corner of the plane ticket in the photo. It clearly said “Fairbanks.” I typed out a reply and sent it back: “Even if she goes to hell, it has nothing to do with me.” Moments later, Victoria’s furious call came through. “Julian was just sharing a moment from his life. Why are you so petty, snapping at him for something like that?” “Go apologize to Julian right now. I’ll make time to take you on a trip when I get back from my business trip.” Listening to yet another one of her empty promises, I mumbled a few perfunctory words and hung up. But she had no idea. I already knew about the twins she had with someone else. Three days from now, my divorce petition would go through. It was time for this marriage, built on lies, to finally end.

I stared at the dozen or so accusatory calls, all from my wife, Victoria Sterling. All I did was snap back at Julian, her first love, and she immediately jumped to his defense, practically demanding I kneel and apologize to him. Anyone who didn’t know better would think Julian was her actual husband. The screen went dark again. Perhaps his patience had run out, as the frantic ringtone didn’t sound a second time. Instead, a few messages popped up on Snapchat. They were from Victoria: “Alex, apologize to Julian right away. I promise, I’ll take you on a vacation when I get back.” “Haven’t you always wanted to see the Northern Lights? We’ll go to Fairbanks to see them.” The thought that she was going to Fairbanks this time too instantly hit me. I couldn’t help but sneer. Did she have to take Julian to every place I wanted to go first? I didn’t want to deal with it and was about to turn off my phone when another message from Julian popped up. It was a family photo. I didn’t even need to zoom in to recognize the slender figure in it as my wife. “Alex, I genuinely can’t believe it. You know your wife has another family out there, yet you’ve endured it for years. How do you do it? You must have been a spineless turtle in your past life.” “Given how much you’ve put up with all these years, I’ll tell you one more thing: about Victoria’s hospitalization abroad three years ago.” “She told you she had uterine fibroids and needed to go abroad for treatment, but that was a lie. It was the excuse I came up with for her. I just never expected you to believe it so easily, even giving her your life savings so thoughtfully. In reality, she went abroad that year to have my children. I wanted her to give birth in a local hospital, but she considered you and insisted on flying abroad to deliver…” The long, rambling text that followed, I didn’t read. I had no desire to read any further. Three years after we got married, all my friends had families that felt complete, and I was so envious. I went back and told Victoria I wanted a child, but she said her career was on the rise and a child would only be a burden right now. Two more years passed, and just when I finally got her to agree, she cried and told me she had uterine fibroids and had already contacted a doctor abroad, claiming a small surgery would cure her. She was gone for three years. When she finally returned home, she tearfully told me the surgery had gone wrong, and she could never have children. I still remember her tears streaming down her face that day as she said, “Alex, I’m so sorry. I made you wait all these years, and I still couldn’t fulfill your dream of becoming a father.” Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, I said with a pang of sadness, “Vicki, it’s okay. As long as you’re healthy, just being with you like this for a lifetime is enough.” I thought Victoria and I would adopt a child and live out the rest of our lives. But then, Julian, her first love, suddenly sent me an ultrasound report with my wife, Victoria Sterling’s name, clearly written on it. I thought it was a prank, one of Julian’s tricks to fool me, and I dismissed it several times. Deep down, I still believed Victoria’s heart belonged only to me. It wasn’t until I received another photo from Julian, showing a child strikingly similar to Victoria, that I had no choice but to believe that the ultrasound report was real. She had truly given birth to Julian’s children behind my back—twin children, at that. She’d even gone as far as to use her health as a cruel excuse to deceive me, just to prevent me from suspecting anything. A sharp pain tore through my heart at the thought. The stinging pain in my palm brought me back to reality. I quickly blocked and deleted Julian from Snapchat. A moment later, Mr. Davies, the butler, came over with a gift box. “Mr. Alex, this is a birthday gift from Miss Victoria.” With that, Mr. Davies opened the box directly. Inside was an exquisite watch, clearly custom-made. My heart froze when I heard what the butler said. Looking at the expensive watch, I suddenly remembered Victoria’s promise years ago: she would spend every one of my birthdays with me. Since Julian appeared, her earlier promises had become empty words. Whether she spent it with me or not, she still prepared a gift for me every year. Except, this watch, she had already given it to me three times. With this one, it was the fourth. Yet, the things she gave Julian were never repeated, and each gift was clearly more thoughtful than this watch. I snapped a few photos of the watch with my phone and casually posted them on an online auction site, setting the starting bid at $10. Mr. Davies, seeing me smile, thought I was chatting with Victoria and said, “Seeing you two so in sync makes me feel at ease.” I didn’t reply. After a couple more words of concern, Mr. Davies left. Just as I was about to go upstairs, my phone buzzed with an update on my divorce application. The paperwork would be finalized in three days. I gripped my phone, my eyes hardening. This marriage, full of lies, was finally coming to an end.

No sooner had I packed the watch than Mr. Davies came in with a parcel. “Mr. Alex, this package arrived with some damage. The delivery person requested a direct signature. Could you please check if there’s anything wrong inside?” I took the package Mr. Davies handed me, feeling suspicious. I hadn’t ordered anything recently. I instinctively knew it couldn’t be from Victoria, as she never ordered things online; I personally bought all her daily necessities. She wouldn’t touch such things. It wasn’t until I saw the recipient’s name on the package that my shocked expression softened. It was Victoria’s package. At Mr. Davies’ urging, I opened the box. Inside were two pairs of children’s shoes. Mr. Davies also looked a little shocked. “This… could Miss Victoria be pregnant? Didn’t she say she could never—” Before Mr. Davies could finish, Victoria’s call came through. Her voice was a mix of urgency and nervousness. “Alex, did a package just arrive at the house? Did you…” Before she could finish, I already knew what she was going to say. Looking at the children’s shoes in the box, I calmly replied, “Just received it. Don’t worry, I’ve already signed for it.” She paused, then after a long silence, said, “Good. Don’t overthink it. Those are gifts for a friend’s kids. He helped me out a lot before; I’m just showing my appreciation.” I couldn’t help but sneer when I heard that. They were clearly for Julian’s twin sons, and she was still making up excuses. I couldn’t resist snapping back, “That friend of yours, is his name Julian?” At my words, Victoria’s tone immediately changed. “Alex, what are you stirring up now? Are you mad I didn’t spend your birthday with you? Didn’t I promise you? I’ll make it up to you when I’m back from my time off.” “Stop dragging Julian into everything! How many times have I told you, we’re just friends!” I gripped the gift box in my hand and asked with a laugh, “Then why are you so anxious to call back? Isn’t it because you’re afraid I’ll go confront Julian?” I expected her to lash out, but she just said a few casual words: “You’re being completely unreasonable. I was just worried you’d overthink it if you saw the package. I never imagined you’d think so little of me. Looks like my concern for you was completely wasted!” I was somewhat surprised. In the past, whenever I mentioned Julian to her, she’d explode like a lit fuse. But the doubt that had just arisen vanished the next second when I heard a child’s tender voice through the receiver. I realized she hadn’t changed; she just didn’t want to argue with me in front of the kids. Before I could speak, she hung up, leaving me with a dial tone. She kept telling me that she and Julian were just friends, but then she went and had his children. Were they really just friends? Just then, Victoria’s Ragdoll cat, Whiskers, suddenly ran over. My eyes hardened, and I was about to leave, but it was too late. Red spots had already started to appear on my arm. In moments, what were just a few scattered spots had spread all over my body. They were incredibly itchy, and there were even signs of swelling. I’m allergic to cat hair, but Victoria insisted on keeping a cat, simply because Julian had given it to her. I even gave her the silent treatment for a month because of it. She just shrugged it off, a look of disdain on her face. “It’s just a little allergy, isn’t it? I can just buy you some allergy medicine. Only a cold-blooded person like you would shut out such a cute cat!” The swollen areas on my body were growing larger, so I quickly went to find allergy medicine. But I rummaged through the medicine cabinet several times, and there was no allergy medicine inside. I felt worse and worse, even my breathing became difficult, and my head felt heavier and heavier. The next second, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I overheard Mr. Davies on the phone with Victoria. Mr. Davies was elderly and accustomed to using speakerphone. Victoria’s cold voice, distorted by static, cut through the air: “It’s just a minor allergy. Is it worth calling me in the middle of the night for? Just buy him some allergy medicine! You’ve been with the Sterling family for years; do I still need to teach you such basic things?” “And by the way, don’t bother me with trivial matters like this ever again!” Through the crack in the door, I saw Victoria had already hung up before Mr. Davies could even speak. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I should have expected this outcome. What was I still hoping for? Mr. Davies came into the room, looking at me with sympathy.

After a day of observation, the doctor finally discharged me. No sooner had I completed the discharge procedures than I received a message from the Registry Office. With the divorce certificate in hand, I took a taxi home. As I approached the main gate, I heard a burst of cheerful laughter from inside. I thought Victoria had returned early. I was planning to give her the divorce certificate and explain everything to her face. The next second, I heard Mrs. Sterling and Aunt Carol’s voices from inside: “If Vicki hadn’t been so insistent on marrying him back then, and I couldn’t sway her, I certainly wouldn’t have allowed him to step foot in my Sterling family home!” “Anyway, Vicki and Julian have children now, and Alex is completely useless. When he comes back, we’ll just have him sign the divorce papers!” Aunt Carol quickly chimed in, “Exactly, the children grow up in the blink of an eye. You should enjoy the blessings of a house full of grandchildren.” I couldn’t help but clench my fists. So, their entire family knew Victoria had given birth to twins outside of our marriage, and I was the only one kept in the dark, foolishly believing her all these years. I pushed open the door, my face a mask of cold fury. The two women turned, startled. “Are you a ghost? Make some noise when you walk!” Mrs. Sterling shot me an impatient glance, her face darkening. “What are you standing there for? Go make some tea! I don’t know what you learned from all those etiquette lessons over the years; you’re still so unrefined, annoying to look at.” Years ago, Mrs. Sterling despised my humble background. Although she agreed to my marriage with Victoria, she secretly arranged various etiquette lessons for me. She implied, both overtly and subtly, that I wasn’t good enough for her daughter, and if I didn’t practice diligently, her daughter would embarrass the Sterling family when taking me out. Despite my strong reluctance, I endured everything and complied with Mrs. Sterling’s wishes, thinking about how Victoria had faced her mother’s coldness and difficulties because of me. But I never imagined that after all these years, she still looked down on me. As I brought them two cups of hot tea, Aunt Carol exchanged a knowing look with Mrs. Sterling. Just as I was about to go upstairs, Mrs. Sterling casually flung a divorce agreement at me. She said coldly, “Wait a minute. Sign this divorce agreement first.” She paused, then added, “This is Vicki’s wish too. She’s too shy to say it herself, so as a mother, I naturally have to help her.” “I’m sure you heard what Aunt Carol and I were saying. I won’t hide it from you, Vicki has already had children outside of this marriage. This divorce was bound to happen sooner or later.” I looked up at her. Regardless of whose wish it was, I already had the divorce certificate in hand. This marriage was over no matter what, so what harm was there in signing another agreement? With that thought, I quickly scribbled my signature. Seeing how decisive I was, both women looked stunned, as if they were dreaming. “Can I go now?” I asked, looking at their shocked expressions. Aunt Carol instantly recovered, disdainfully saying, “You certainly should. You’re no longer the Sterling family’s son-in-law. There’s no reason to linger.” Mrs. Sterling immediately chimed in, “Mr. Davies, quickly have someone pack his things. Tell him to get out of the Sterling house today.” Mr. Davies heard this and was about to call for staff when I stopped him. “No need. I’ll pack myself.” Aunt Carol’s eyes darted around when she heard this, and she scoffed, “Someone should watch him, just to make sure he keeps his hands clean. If anything goes missing, it’ll be our Sterling family’s money lost!” I ignored her and went straight upstairs to pack a few of my most used clothes. I didn’t touch any of the clothes Victoria had given me. I also placed the divorce certificate in a gift box and asked Mr. Davies to give it to Victoria. After I finished everything, I dragged my luggage out of the Sterling house. I hadn’t walked two steps past the main gate when I heard a servant mention that they were preparing to welcome back the young masters who had been living outside in a couple of days. It was then that I realized Mrs. Sterling was in such a hurry to get me divorced because she wanted to welcome Julian’s two sons back into the family. The next day, Victoria returned from her time off, with Julian following behind her. She stepped inside and looked around. Not seeing me, her heart inexplicably began to pound. Julian, however, was scanning the living room. “Vicki, Whiskers is gone. Did Alex get rid of him while you were away?” Whiskers was the Ragdoll cat’s name. Victoria frowned, remembering my allergy. She wanted to say something but held back. It wasn’t until Mr. Davies said the cat had been sent for vaccinations that Victoria’s expression softened slightly. Then she asked, “Mr. Davies, where’s Alex?” Before Mr. Davies could reply, Mrs. Sterling spoke from the top of the stairs, “Alex has already left the Sterling house.” Victoria was puzzled. “Mom, what do you mean?!” Mrs. Sterling had always had issues with me, and putting me down was a common occurrence. She was about to say more when her gaze shifted to the gift box in Mr. Davies’ hands. Mr. Davies handed the gift box to Victoria. “Mr. Alex asked me to give this to you.” Victoria’s eyes flickered with hesitation as she saw the familiar gift box. She remembered it as the box she’d used the very first time she gave Alex a gift. She never thought he’d kept it for so long. Julian, noticing the strange look in her eyes, scoffed, “That box looks so old. Did Alex just find some broken old box to gross you out on purpose? Vicki, you shouldn’t even look at it.” “What good could possibly be in such a piece of junk? He’s probably just messing with you. You’ll regret opening it.” The next second, Victoria opened it right in front of everyone. When she saw what was inside, her face instantly went ashen. Everyone looked utterly bewildered. It was a divorce certificate. Julian was the first to react, his tone dismissive. “Vicki, what’s Alex’s game with this fake certificate? Does he think you wouldn’t dare to actually divorce him?”

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My husband had this strange-looking piece of meat in the fridge for half a year, and he never touched it. I got curious. What was so special about it? I secretly took it for testing. Turns out, it was a two-month-old embryo. When I got home, I frantically searched through every drawer and closet until I found it: a miscarriage report. On it, signed beside my husband’s name, was another woman’s name. My husband. He’d hidden it from me. He’d had a child with another woman. Five years of marriage, a bond that felt unbreakable. In that single horrifying moment, it all crumbled into a sick joke. When Leo got back, that box of meat was gone from the fridge. He rushed into my study, his voice laced with panic. “Skylar, have you seen the box of meat I put in the fridge?” I looked up at him, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles were white. I wanted to scream, to ask him why he’d betrayed me. But in the end, I just set my book down, pretending to be utterly unfazed. “Oh, that weird-looking stuff? I fried it up with some peppers for lunch. Honestly, it wasn’t bad.” “What?! You *ate* it?!” Leo’s eyes went wide, filled with a horrified disbelief. “Skylar, are you out of your mind?!” I let out a cold laugh. “It’s just meat, Leo. Why are you making such a big deal?” His face instantly flushed, his voice trembling as he demanded, “How could you eat *it*? That was mine! You ate my things without asking! Have you become so disrespectful?” “Eating a piece of meat is disrespectful now?” “It wasn’t just a piece of meat!” Leo’s face was beet red, his chest heaving with uncontrolled anger. I just found it darkly amusing. “Then what was it?” He bit down hard on his lip, a flash of profound grief crossing his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then he just choked back his tears and said, “Nothing… I don’t feel well tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room.” With that, he turned and walked into the guest room. Five years of marriage, and this was the first time he’d ever yelled at me, the first time we’d slept in separate rooms. The irony was so bitter, it made my stomach churn. If that box of meat meant so much to him, then why did he let *her* get rid of it in the first place? For five years, Leo had been, in my eyes, the perfect husband. He was gentle, attentive, worked hard, and meticulously looked after my every need. My stomach was sensitive, so he’d spend hours perfecting recipes that were easy on my stomach. I often had social obligations that involved drinking, and he always had a hangover cure ready for me. In front of others, he was an ideal partner. So how could this wonderful man have a child with someone else? I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept it. It felt like a venomous sting deep in my heart, a searing, bone-deep pain. The name on the miscarriage report, I recognized it: Chloe Meng, Leo’s college junior. Chloe had pursued Leo for years. Even after we were married, she shamelessly clung to him. She’d cried, begged, threatened to jump into a river, even slit her wrists for him. She’d tried every trick in the book. But Leo had always seemed disgusted by her persistence. He’d constantly complain to me about how annoying Chloe was, how her pursuit bothered him, how he couldn’t stand the sight of her. Then, one night, I took a few friends with me and we jumped Chloe on her way home. We gave her a good beating, leaving her bruised and bloody. I warned her to stay away from my husband. After that, Leo never mentioned Chloe again. I thought she’d finally gotten the message. I never imagined that a year later, Leo’s name would appear on Chloe Meng’s miscarriage report, right there in the “partner” section.

That night, Leo and I went to bed angry. The next day, he met up with his friends for drinks. I put my work aside and secretly followed him. Through a crack in the door of a dimly lit private room at a bar, I caught a glimpse of Leo, his arm intimately wrapped around a woman. She was leaning against him on the couch, her arms around his waist, her face flushed with shyness. Even in the low light, I recognized her instantly: Chloe Meng! If there had been any doubt before, it was now crystal clear: that embryo, that lost life, was Leo and Chloe’s! A surge of white-hot fury rushed through me, and my fists clenched tight. Just as I was about to burst in, I heard one of Leo’s friends speak up. “Leo, Chloe chased you for years, and you never gave her the time of day. What finally changed your mind?” I froze. Leo turned his head to glance at Chloe, a doting smile on his face. “I wasn’t going to accept her, honestly. But then, that time my wife had her jumped and beat her until she was bruised and bloody… Chloe still showed up at my office, crying, saying she’d never give up on me, even if it killed her. I don’t know why, but in that moment, my heart just… softened.” After he spoke, they looked at each other, smiled, and then kissed right there, in front of everyone. The room erupted in hoots and cheers. I stood frozen outside the door, as if struck by lightning. So, my rage, my attempt to protect my marriage, had actually created the perfect opportunity for them to get together? A sharp, needle-like pain pricked at my chest, tightening until I could barely breathe. As my heart twisted in agony, Leo and Chloe finally broke apart, lingering in their embrace. Chloe cupped Leo’s face, her voice thick with emotion. “Leo, I’ll never love anyone but you. Only death can separate us.” Tears welled in Leo’s eyes, his face full of profound emotion. “Chloe, if I’d known being with you would be this incredible, I would have accepted you sooner. Don’t worry, for the rest of our lives, I’ll give you everything, except the title.” I stared at the sickeningly sweet scene before me, my heart aching to its very core. Suddenly, all my strength to confront them, to demand answers, drained away. I turned around and walked away, numb and disoriented. I floated like a ghost, aimlessly making my way to the bar. I ordered several strong drinks and drank until I was completely wasted. Five years of marriage. Eight years together. From college until now, Leo and I had been a couple for eight long years. Back then, to marry him, I’d given up an opportunity to study abroad. I didn’t ask for a dowry, just married him. After we wed, I’d always been a devoted wife, attentive, caring, always making sure he was comfortable. He didn’t want kids, so I’d used the excuse of being infertile to keep both our parents quiet. But in the end, he’d had a child with another woman, behind my back. Eight years of a relationship, shattered by one persistent woman. How utterly laughable.

Drunk, I stumbled out of the bar. Night was falling, the sky a heavy twilight. Suddenly, brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, dazzling and mesmerizing. As I walked by the river, I ran into Leo and Chloe again. This time, his friends weren’t there. It was just the two of them, passionately kissing beneath the vibrant display of fireworks. They looked like something out of a fairy tale. In that instant, I couldn’t hold back anymore. A monstrous surge of rage erupted within me. I raised my hand and lunged at Chloe, screaming, “Bitch!” Chloe was caught off guard. My slap sent her stumbling back a few steps before she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The back of her head hit a rock, leaving her head bleeding. Leo’s eyes widened in horror. He immediately rushed to her side. “Chloe, are you okay?!” He spun around, his eyes blazing, and yelled at me, “Skylar, what the hell are you doing?! Are you insane?!” Me? Insane? “Leo, that’s what I should be asking *you*!” I pointed at Chloe on the ground, my voice sharp with fury. “Tell me, what were you doing with her just now?!” Leo didn’t even flinch, instead, he frowned in disgust. “Are you drunk again? How many times have I told you, drink less! You always go crazy when you drink, acting like some unreasonable shrew!” Unreasonable? I actually laughed. Leo ignored my anger. He tenderly wiped the blood from Chloe’s head, his eyes reddening, his voice choked with emotion. “Chloe, get up. I’ll take you to the hospital.” The sight of it sliced through me again. My husband, right now, was tearing up for another woman. I angrily raised my fist and lunged at Chloe again. But Leo stepped in front of Chloe and forcefully slapped me across the face. “Skylar, haven’t you caused enough trouble?! Can you just stop your drunken tantrums?!” His gaze was cold, like ice. In five years of marriage, he had never looked at me like that before. I stared at him, suddenly feeling like I was looking at a complete stranger. A fresh wave of agonizing pain ripped through my chest. Leo gently helped Chloe up, his face full of concern, and then he brutally shoved me aside. I stumbled, lost my footing, and tumbled into the freezing river beside us. *Splash!* The icy cold hit me, making me gasp and shiver. Leo didn’t even look back. Chloe called out to him, “Leo, your wife…” “Forget her!” Leo’s voice was as cold as a stranger’s, without a trace of warmth, as he walked away without so much as a glance at me in the water. “She can swim. A little dip will do her good, help her sober up!” With that, he walked away, helping Chloe, not once looking back. I tried to swim to the bank, but my thigh suddenly cramped up. I couldn’t move it. Finally, I sank into the river in despair, letting the frigid water fill my lungs. The violent sensation of drowning choked me, consuming me completely. My heart turned to ash. … When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. A kind passerby had rescued me. Leo didn’t check on me at all. It wasn’t until the next afternoon that he finally called. His voice sounded tired, laced with subtle accusation. “Skylar, Chloe is out of danger. You went too far this time. You hit her head, and she almost got a concussion! Luckily, Chloe is big-hearted and isn’t holding it against you. But in the future, you absolutely can’t be so reckless!” My heart was a barren wasteland. His only concern was Chloe’s injury, completely oblivious that his wife had nearly drowned yesterday. After a brief silence, Leo lowered his voice and tried to explain. “Skylar, you misunderstood yesterday. Chloe and I are just good friends. It’s not as complicated as you think.” “Friends?” I laughed coldly. “Friends kiss?” Leo’s voice immediately turned icy. “You were drunk last night, you must have seen things! Chloe and I didn’t kiss! It was Chloe’s birthday yesterday, and I was just celebrating with her by the river. Can you just let it go? I’ve given you so much these past years. Am I not allowed to have other friends?” I hung up the phone. I was physically and mentally exhausted. I had no strength left to argue with him.

After being discharged, I claimed I had a business trip and didn’t go home for two weeks. Leo seemed busy caring for the injured Chloe and didn’t press me for details. It was Eleanor, Leo’s mom, who called me. It was the same old song and dance. “Skylar, when are you finally going to give me a grandchild?” In that moment, I found her words so bitterly ironic. She probably had no idea that she was supposed to have a grandchild, but her own son had personally snuffed out its life. “I’m not planning on having children.” “Not planning on it?” Eleanor’s voice rose sharply, a furious shout. “If you’re not having children, then what good are you to the Miller family? Your background is nothing special, your career’s a joke, and you can’t even pop out a kid. What good are you? I should have never agreed to Leo marrying you!” I knew Leo’s parents had always looked down on me these past five years. Before, for Leo’s sake, I had always endured it. But now, I didn’t have to keep quiet anymore. “Anyway, let’s not talk about that for now,” Eleanor paused, then lowered her voice. “Next week is Leo’s dad’s sixtieth birthday. You and Leo both need to come home. Make sure to prepare a grand gift for him. Don’t you dare embarrass my son!” I was silent for a moment. Then, I smiled. “Alright.” Oh, I would definitely give them a grand gift. … In the blink of an eye, it was Arthur’s sixtieth birthday party. When I arrived at the Miller family mansion, the grand hall was already packed with relatives and friends, buzzing with conversation and laughter. What surprised me was that Chloe was there too. Leo made no effort to hide her, introducing her to relatives and friends one by one. My face set in a grim expression, I walked towards them and asked coldly, “Leo, it’s your dad’s birthday today. Why did you bring that persistent pest, Chloe, here?” Before Leo could answer, Arthur rushed forward. “Skylar, what kind of talk is that? Chloe is my god-daughter! We met fishing. Don’t you dare be rude to her!” “God-daughter?” I was stunned. I hadn’t realized that not only had Leo’s heart drifted, but even his parents were slowly being charmed by Chloe. I, on the other hand, had become a complete outsider. Chloe suddenly extended a glass of wine towards me, her face plastered with a fake smile. “Sister-in-law, you’ve arrived just in time! I’d like to propose a toast! Honestly, you misunderstood last time. Leo was just celebrating my birthday, nothing more. And even though you almost gave me a concussion last time, thanks to Leo’s careful attention, my injuries are almost healed.” “What?!” Arthur heard her words and looked at me in shock, his nostrils flaring with anger. “Skylar, the injuries on Chloe’s head last time, *you* did that? Chloe has no quarrel with you! Are you insane?!” “Godfather, please don’t be angry,” Chloe said, feigning concern. “My injuries aren’t serious, and I’ve already forgiven Sister-in-law.” Chloe forcefully placed the wine glass in my hand, smiling artificially. “Sister-in-law, let’s drink this glass, and we can put this behind us.” With that, she raised her own glass and chugged it. I glared at her, my fingers tightening around my glass. Then, I abruptly flipped it over, splashing all the wine onto her face. “Chloe Meng, who the hell wants to put anything behind them with you?!”

“Skylar, what are you doing?!” Arthur’s eyes widened in outrage. “Chloe was being nice, toasting you. What is your attitude?!” Eleanor’s face was dark as she scolded me. “Skylar, it’s your dad’s birthday today. Are you deliberately trying to ruin the party?!” Chloe wiped the wine from her face, her shoulders trembling slightly as she feigned hurt. “Sister-in-law, do you have some misunderstanding about me? If I did something wrong, please tell me. I’ll apologize, okay?” “Chloe Meng, you know exactly what you did! Stop pretending!” No sooner had the words left my mouth than Leo stepped forward and savagely slapped me. His eyes were wide with fury, his face terrifyingly grim. “Skylar, don’t you dare take this too far! Chloe was being kind, toasting you, even humbling herself to apologize to you, and you’re still targeting her? What is your problem?!” “My problem?” I laughed, a bitter, angry sound. “I’d like to ask *you* and *her* what your problem is!” Chloe quickly stepped in to mediate. “Leo, darling, please don’t argue with Sister-in-law. It’s Godfather’s birthday today. Don’t let me upset him!” With that, she pulled a gift box from her bag and, like a child showing off a treasure, opened it in front of Arthur. “Godfather, this is the gift I prepared for you. Do you like it?” Arthur’s anger vanished the moment he saw the gift in her hand. “A top-grade red jade!” Arthur beamed, his mouth unable to close. “Chloe, you’re so thoughtful! Truly my good daughter!” “This jade must be hundreds of thousands, right?” Eleanor’s eyes sparkled. “Chloe, I had no idea you were so wealthy!” Chloe smiled, feigning shyness. “It’s just a small token of my appreciation. I hope Godfather likes it.” Then she turned to me, a provocative smirk on her lips. “Sister-in-law, what grand gift did *you* prepare for Godfather? Why don’t you show it to everyone?” “Yeah, let’s see it!” The relatives chimed in, echoing her. Watching Chloe’s smug face, I wanted to laugh with bitter irony. I knew she wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction! “A grand gift? Of course!” In front of all our friends and family, I slowly pulled out a sealed, clear plastic box. I parted my lips and spoke softly, “This… is the grand gift I’m giving to my father-in-law!” Chloe froze instantly. Leo’s pupils constricted, his gaze locked on the box in my hand, his face turning deathly pale. Arthur frowned, looking confused. “What is that? A box of meat?” Eleanor exploded in anger, scolding me. “Skylar, Chloe bought your dad jade worth hundreds of thousands, and what did *you* prepare? Something so tacky and inappropriate!” The surrounding relatives and friends began whispering, mocking me for being cheap and embarrassing. I remained calm, my eyes fixed on Leo and Chloe, and slowly began to speak. “Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, haven’t you always wanted a grandchild? What I’m holding in my hand… is the grandchild you’ve been so eagerly awaiting!”

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For ten years, my CEO wife, Chloe, had consistently ghosted on our vacation plans. This year was no different; she cancelled our long weekend getaway, claiming she had to go on another urgent business trip. Yet, moments later, I received a message from Dylan, the man she truly loved. It was a picture of him and Chloe on a family outing, a wide smile on her face as she played with a child. “Ryan,” the text read, “if I’m not mistaken, she probably told you she had a business trip, didn’t she? After all these years, it’s hilarious you still fall for that excuse.” “Guess where she’s taking me this time?” My gaze locked onto the corner of the photo, where a boarding pass clearly showed “Fairbanks, Alaska.” I typed back immediately: “Couldn’t care less if you went to hell.” Not long after, Chloe’s furious call came through. “Dylan was just sharing his life, and you’re being so petty! Why do you have to pick a fight with him over everything?” “You apologize to Dylan right now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise I’ll find time to go on a trip with you when I get back from my business trip.” Listening to her make yet another empty promise, I mumbled a few dismissive words before hanging up. But she didn’t know. I’d already discovered she had a pair of twin boys with another man. In three days, my divorce petition would be finalized. It was time for this marriage, built on a foundation of lies, to end.

I stared at the dozens of angry calls from my wife, Chloe Thompson. I’d just snapped at Dylan, the man she truly loved, and she immediately jumped to his defense, practically demanding I get on my knees and apologize. Anyone who didn’t know us would have thought Dylan was her husband. The screen went dark again. Perhaps her patience had run out; the frantic ringing stopped. Instead, a few SnapChat messages popped up. They were from Chloe: “Ryan, apologize to Dylan right now. I promise you, I’ll take you on vacation when I get back.” “Haven’t you always wanted to see the Northern Lights? We can go to Fairbanks and see them.” A bitter laugh escaped me. Fairbanks, Alaska, the exact place she was supposedly going on her “business trip.” Did she have to take Dylan to every single place I ever dreamed of? I didn’t want to deal with it and was about to turn off my phone when another message from Dylan appeared. It was a family photo. Even without zooming in, I could clearly make out Chloe’s slender figure. “Ryan, I honestly can’t believe it. You know your wife has a whole other family, and you’ve tolerated it for years. How can you stand it? You must have been a spineless coward in your past life.” “Given your years of patience, I’ll tell you one more thing: about Chloe’s hospitalization abroad three years ago.” “She told you she had uterine fibroids and needed foreign medical treatment, but that was a lie. I came up with that excuse for her. I just never thought you’d believe it so easily, or that you’d even thoughtfully give her your life savings.” “Actually, she went abroad that year to give birth to my children. I wanted her to have them in a local hospital, but she insisted on flying overseas, considering you…” I didn’t read the rest of the lengthy text. I had no desire to. Three years into our marriage, all my friends were raising families, and I envied them deeply. I went back to Chloe and told her I wanted a child, but she said her career was taking off, and a baby would only be a burden. Two more years passed. Just when I finally got her to agree, she broke down in tears, telling me she had uterine fibroids and had already contacted a doctor abroad for a minor surgery that would make her healthy again. That trip lasted three years. When she finally returned, she told me, with red eyes, that the surgery had gone wrong, and she could never have children. I still remember her sobbing uncontrollably that day: “Ryan, I’m so sorry. I made you wait all these years, and I still couldn’t fulfill your dream of becoming a father.” Looking at her swollen, red eyes, my heart ached as I said, “It’s okay, Chloe. As long as you’re healthy, it’s fine if things stay this way.” I thought Chloe and I would adopt a child and live out our lives together. But then, Dylan, her true love, suddenly sent me a pregnancy confirmation. It boldly displayed my wife, Chloe Thompson’s, name. I thought it was a prank, one of Dylan’s tricks to mess with me, and I dismissed it several times. Deep down, I still believed Chloe’s heart belonged only to me. It wasn’t until I received another photo from Dylan, showing children strikingly similar to Chloe, that I had no choice but to believe. That pregnancy confirmation was real. She had indeed given birth to Dylan’s children behind my back, twins no less. She even used her health as an excuse to deceive me, all to keep me from suspecting. The thought sent a sharp, stabbing pain through my heart. The excruciating pain in my palm brought me back to reality. I angrily blocked and deleted Dylan from SnapChat. A moment later, Mr. Henderson, our butler, came over, holding a gift box. “Master Ryan, this is a birthday present from Miss Chloe.” With that, Mr. Henderson opened the box. Inside was an exquisite watch. Its design clearly indicated it was custom-made. My heart sank at the butler’s words. Staring at the expensive watch, I suddenly remembered Chloe’s promise years ago that she would spend every one of my birthdays with me, wholeheartedly. Ever since Dylan reappeared, her promises had become empty words. Whether she was with me or not, she always prepared a gift for me every year. However, this was the fourth time she’d given me this exact watch. Yet, the gifts she gave Dylan were always new and unique, each one clearly chosen with more care than this watch. I snapped a few pictures of the watch and casually listed it on eBay, setting the starting bid at $10. Mr. Henderson, seeing my slight smile, assumed I was chatting with Chloe and said contentedly, “Seeing you two so happy together, I can rest easy.” I didn’t reply. After a few more polite words, the butler left. Just as I was about to head upstairs, my phone buzzed with an update on the divorce application I’d submitted earlier. The papers would be finalized in three days. I gripped my phone, my eyes darkening. It was truly time for this marriage, steeped in lies, to end.

No sooner had I packed up the watch than Mr. Henderson came in with a package. “Master Ryan, this package is a bit damaged. The delivery person required a signature. Could you please check if everything inside is alright?” I took the package from Mr. Henderson, my mind puzzled. I hadn’t ordered anything recently. I instinctively knew it couldn’t be Chloe’s; she never bought things online. I personally purchased all her daily necessities; she wouldn’t touch such things. It wasn’t until I saw the recipient’s name on the shipping label that my shocked expression softened. It was indeed Chloe’s package. At Mr. Henderson’s urging, I opened the box. Inside were two pairs of children’s shoes. Mr. Henderson looked equally surprised: “This… could it be that Miss Chloe is pregnant? Didn’t she say she could never—” Before Mr. Henderson could finish, Chloe’s call came through. Her voice was hurried, laced with a hint of nervousness: “Ryan, did a package just arrive at the house? Did you…” I didn’t wait for her to finish. I already knew what she was going to say. Looking at the children’s shoes in the box, I calmly replied: “Just got it. Don’t worry, I’ve signed for it.” She paused, then after a long silence, said, “Good. Don’t overthink it. Those are gifts for a friend’s children. He helped me out a great deal before, and I’m just showing my appreciation.” A bitter laugh escaped me. They were clearly for Dylan’s twin boys, yet she still came up with such a flimsy excuse. I couldn’t help but snap back, “Is that friend named Dylan?” At my words, Chloe’s tone instantly changed: “Ryan, what are you talking about? Are you mad I didn’t spend your birthday with you? Didn’t I promise you I’d make it up to you when I get back from my time off?” “Stop dragging Dylan into everything! How many times do I have to tell you, we’re just friends!” I tightened my grip on the gift box, smiling as I asked, “Then why were you in such a hurry to call back? Aren’t you just afraid I’ll go confront Dylan?” I expected her to explode, but she merely mumbled a few words: “You’re being completely unreasonable! I just didn’t want you to overthink things when you saw it. I can’t believe you’d think that of me. Looks like I worried about you for nothing!” I was somewhat surprised. Before, whenever I mentioned Dylan in front of her, she’d ignite like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark. But any lingering doubts vanished the next second when I heard a child’s tender voice on the phone. Then I realized: she hadn’t changed; she was just trying not to argue with me in front of the kids. Before I could speak, she hung up, leaving me with a dead line. She kept claiming that she and Dylan were just friends, yet she turned around and had children with him. Were they really just friends? Just then, Chloe’s Ragdoll cat, Maoqiu, suddenly ran over. My eyes darkened. I immediately tried to leave, but it was too late. Red spots were already appearing on my arm. In moments, the few scattered spots became a full-blown rash all over my body, itching intensely, even swelling. I was highly allergic to cat fur, but Chloe still insisted on keeping the cat, simply because Dylan had given it to her. I’d even given her the cold shoulder for a month over it. She brushed it off, a look of disdain on her face: “It’s just a minor allergy, isn’t it? I’ll buy you some allergy medicine, that’s all. Only a cold-hearted person like you would shut out such a cute cat!” The swollen area on my body grew larger. I quickly went to find my allergy medicine. But I rummaged through the medicine cabinet several times, and there was no allergy medicine inside. My body felt worse and worse, even my breathing became difficult. My head felt increasingly heavy, and the next second, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I overheard Mr. Henderson on the phone with Chloe. Mr. Henderson was elderly and used the speakerphone when taking calls. Chloe’s cold voice crackled through the phone: “It’s just a minor allergy. Is it worth calling me in the middle of the night for this? Can’t you just buy him some allergy medicine? You’ve been with the Thompson family for years; do I really need to teach you such things?” “And by the way, don’t bother me with trivial matters like this again!” Through the crack in the door, I saw that before Mr. Henderson could speak, she had already hung up. I chuckled to myself, a bitter, self-deprecating sound. I should have expected this outcome. What was I still hoping for? Mr. Henderson entered the room, looking at me with a sympathetic expression.

After a day of observation, the doctor finally discharged me. As soon as I finished the discharge procedures, I received a message from the family court. With the divorce certificate in hand, I took a taxi home. As I approached the main gate, I heard laughter and lively chatter from inside. I thought Chloe had returned early. I intended to give her the divorce certificate and explain everything to her face. The next second, I heard Mrs. Thompson, Chloe’s mother, and her second aunt, Aunt Margaret, speaking: “If Chloe hadn’t been so stubborn about marrying him back then, I never would have allowed him into our Thompson family!” “Anyway, Chloe and Dylan have children now. Ryan is utterly useless. When he gets back, we’ll just make him sign the divorce papers!” Aunt Margaret immediately chimed in, “Yes, yes. The children are growing up in the blink of an eye. You should enjoy the blessings of having grandchildren.” I clenched my fists. So, their entire family knew Chloe had given birth to twins with another man, and I was the only one kept in the dark, foolishly believing her for all these years. I pushed open the door, my face cold. The two women turned, startled. “Are you a ghost! Don’t you make a sound when you walk!” Mrs. Thompson impatiently glared at me, her face darkening: “What are you standing around for? Go make some tea! I don’t know what you learned in all those etiquette lessons over the years. You’re still so unrefined, a disgrace to look at.” Back then, Mrs. Thompson despised my humble origins. Although she agreed to my marriage with Chloe, she privately enrolled me in various etiquette classes, hinting repeatedly that I was unworthy of her daughter, and if I didn’t practice diligently, her daughter would embarrass the Thompson family when taking me out. Though I was utterly unwilling, thinking of Chloe’s difficult relationship with her mother because of me, I endured everything, doing exactly as Mrs. Thompson wished. But I never imagined that after all these years, she still looked down on me. When I brought them two cups of hot tea, Aunt Margaret vigorously nudged Mrs. Thompson, giving her a pointed look. Just as I was about to head upstairs, Mrs. Thompson directly flung a divorce agreement at me. She said coldly, “Wait a moment. Sign this divorce agreement first.” She paused, then continued, “This is Chloe’s wish too. She’s too shy to say it, so as her mother, I naturally have to help her.” “I assume you overheard what Aunt Margaret and I were saying. I won’t hide it from you. Chloe has already had children outside this marriage. This divorce was bound to happen sooner or later.” I looked up at her. Regardless of whose wish it was, I already had the divorce certificate. This marriage was over no matter what, so what harm was there in signing another agreement? With that thought, I signed my name in a flash. Seeing my decisiveness, both women were stunned, as if they were dreaming. “May I leave now?” I asked, looking at their shocked expressions. Aunt Margaret instantly reacted, scoffing, “Yes, you should. You’re no longer the Thompson family’s son-in-law. There’s no reason for you to overstay your welcome.” Mrs. Thompson immediately followed up: “Mr. Henderson, quickly tell the staff to pack up his things. Make sure he’s out of the Thompson estate today.” Mr. Henderson heard her and was about to call the staff, but I stopped him: “No need. I’ll pack my own things.” Aunt Margaret, hearing this, her eyes glinted, mocked, “We’d better have someone watch him. Can’t guarantee he’ll be honest about taking his things. If anything goes missing, it’ll be our Thompson family’s money lost!” I ignored her and went straight upstairs, packing a few of my most used clothes. I didn’t touch any of the clothes Chloe had given me. I also placed the divorce certificate in a gift box and asked Mr. Henderson to give it to Chloe. After I finished everything, I dragged my luggage and left the Thompson estate. To my surprise, as soon as I stepped out the main gate, I overheard the servants saying they were preparing to welcome back the young masters who were living elsewhere in a couple of days. Only then did I realize that Mrs. Thompson was so eager for me to divorce because she wanted to welcome Dylan’s two sons into the family. The next day, Chloe returned from her time off, with Dylan trailing behind her. She walked in and looked around. Not seeing me, a strange sense of dread pounded in her chest. Dylan, however, scanned the living room, looking left and right, and asked, “Chloe, where’s Maoqiu? Did Ryan throw him out while you were gone?” Maoqiu was the Ragdoll cat’s name. Chloe frowned, remembering my allergy. She wanted to say something but didn’t. It wasn’t until Mr. Henderson said the cat had been sent for vaccinations that Chloe’s expression softened slightly. Then she asked, “Mr. Henderson, where’s Ryan?” Before Mr. Henderson could reply, Mrs. Thompson spoke from the stairs: “Ryan has left the Thompson estate.” Chloe looked confused: “Mom, what do you mean?!” Mrs. Thompson usually had strong opinions about me and often taunted me; it was commonplace. Chloe was about to say more, but her gaze shifted to the gift box in Mr. Henderson’s hand. Mr. Henderson handed the gift box to Chloe: “Master Ryan asked me to give this to you.” Chloe saw the familiar gift box, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. She remembered this was the box she’d used the first time she gave Ryan a gift. She hadn’t expected him to keep it for so long. Dylan, seeing the unusual look in her eyes, scoffed, “That box looks so old. Did Ryan just find some broken box to try and gross you out? Chloe, don’t even look at it.” “What good thing could possibly be in such a piece of junk? Ryan is probably just trying to play a trick on you. You’ll regret opening it.” The next second, Chloe opened it right in front of them. When she saw what was inside, her face instantly turned ashen. Everyone looked on in shock.

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When I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Daniel, insisted on giving my childhood sweetheart, Ashley, a child to fulfill her wish of becoming a mother, completely disregarding my objections. I was so enraged that my water broke, and I started bleeding. I frantically called Daniel eighteen times, but he didn’t pick up a single call. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, it was too late; I lost the baby. Turning around, I saw Ashley flaunting her ultrasound results on SnapChat. Afterward, Daniel calmly said, “The baby was gone because it wasn’t meant to be. Why take your anger out on Ashley, who’s already sick? Once Ashley’s child is born, we can just have another one.” Everyone thought I was hopelessly devoted to my husband, convinced I’d swallow my pain as always. But this time, I decisively signed the divorce papers and bought a plane ticket to leave the country. I saw Daniel again two years later at an alumni gathering. The moment he walked into the private room, he shoved a two-year-old child into my arms, a smug look on his face. “Chloe, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years. Isn’t it time you cooled off? If you apologize to me in front of everyone, I might even let Ethan call you ‘Mom’!” The others chuckled, covering their mouths, saying I’d scored big by becoming a mom the easy way. I, however, held up my left hand, flashing the wedding ring on my finger. “I have my own child and my own husband, so I don’t need to be anyone’s charity case!”

The moment I finished speaking, everyone in the private room froze, their eyes wide with shock. Then, a roar of laughter erupted. “Oh, come on, Chloe! Everyone knows you loved Daniel with your life! When Daniel had kidney failure, you gave him one of your own kidneys! Would someone like you really marry someone else?” “Seriously, can you at least think before you speak when you’re saying things out of spite?” I scoffed internally at their chatter. It wasn was no wonder they were shocked; I truly did love Daniel back then. After he was diagnosed with kidney failure, I didn’t hesitate to donate a kidney to him. To this day, my left kidney aches whenever it’s cloudy or rainy. I’d always give him the sweetest part of my watermelon, and because he hated dragon fruit seeds, I’d pick out every single one with a toothpick. Because I loved him, I even tolerated him going on dates with Ashley, my childhood sweetheart, again and again. I tolerated him braiding Ashley’s hair right in front of me, gently wiping her mouth. As long as he came home, as long as he still remembered me, his wife, that was enough. Everyone knew I was hopelessly devoted, and they all instinctively assumed I was just talking out of anger. Snapping back to reality, Ashley, who was standing nearby, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and approached me. She said, subtly, “Chloe, I know you’re still upset about what happened two years ago.” “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Daniel wouldn’t have tried to have a child with me to fulfill my dying wish. If not for that, you wouldn’t have had that severe bleeding and lost your baby.” “Since everyone’s here today, I’ll punish myself with a bottle as a public apology!” She grabbed the bottle and gulped it down, the harsh alcohol making her cough violently. Daniel couldn’t sit still. He handed Ethan to a colleague and rushed forward, snatching the bottle from her. He looked angry and heartbroken. “Ashley, are you crazy? How dare you drink so much? Even though your condition has been stable these past few years, you’re still a patient!” After comforting Ashley, Daniel shot me a haughty glance. His voice was cold. “Chloe, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years. That’s enough!” “Ashley and I only did IVF; there was no physical intimacy. You’re still holding a grudge over something so minor after all this time. Is it really worth it?” Everyone started murmuring. “Chloe is so stubborn. Honestly, she scored big by getting a kid for free!” “Daniel has been looking for her all these years. She left for two years, and he searched for two years. It’s time to move on from the past.” So, leaving me, eight months pregnant, to go have a child with Ashley was just a “minor thing” in Daniel’s eyes? But what surprised me was that Daniel had actually been looking for me? What did he want? Lost in thought, I heard Daniel continue, self-importantly, “Alright, Chloe, Ethan needs someone to take care of him right now. Since you’re back, you can take care of him from now on. Even though Ethan isn’t your biological child, you’re his nominal mother, and you should be responsible for him.” I actually laughed. Daniel wanted me to be a nanny? But I was no longer the Chloe he could manipulate so easily two years ago. Ever since he abandoned me and our unborn child to go have a baby with Ashley, my heart died for him. I decisively moved abroad. And I wasn’t just talking out of anger earlier; I really was married with a child. After moving abroad, I found a new job and soon met my husband, Julian. He helped me through that dark period. Not long after, we got married and had an adorable son. Just thinking about my husband and son filled my heart with warmth. Snapping back to reality, I coldly refused, “No, thanks. I have my own child to take care of. As for your Ethan, let his biological mother take care of him.” Hearing that, Ashley’s eyes immediately reddened. “Chloe, I know you resent me for causing you to lose your baby, which is why you refuse to take care of my child.” “I want to take care of Ethan myself, but my body just won’t allow it…” “It’s because I trust you that I’m entrusting my child to you. Ethan is very well-behaved; he doesn’t cry or fuss, so he won’t be much trouble. I’m begging you, please take pity on a mother like me and take care of Ethan…” Ashley made a show of trying to kneel down before me. Daniel quickly helped her up and comforted her. Then he turned and shot me a cold glare. “It’s an honor for you to take care of Ethan. Don’t be ungrateful!” His gaze landed on my clothes, and Daniel sneered. “Chloe, you must not have had it easy these past two years abroad, huh? You didn’t even bother to wear decent clothes to the alumni gathering.” “If you take good care of Ethan, I can give you ten thousand a month in pocket money. That’s a lot more than you’d make working.” Ashley, acting like the lady of the house, added, “Yes, if you take good care of Ethan, Daniel and I won’t treat you badly. With us, you at least won’t be wearing no-name brands.” It was only then that everyone noticed I was wearing casual clothes. Instantly, snickers filled the room. “How did Chloe fall so low? She doesn’t even have decent clothes!” “If only she knew this would happen, why did she act so stubbornly back then? I heard Daniel’s company boomed right after she left. If she hadn’t left the country in a fit of pique, she’d be living a life of luxury right now.” I simply smirked coldly. They had no idea. I wasn’t wearing no-name brands; my outfit was custom-made by a famous designer, silk fabric, each piece costing hundreds of thousands. Seeing me smile, Daniel assumed I had agreed to take care of Ethan. He pulled out his phone, ready to transfer money to me. “I’ll transfer ten thousand to you. Go buy some nice clothes later, so Ethan doesn’t pick up your cheapness.” But as soon as he sent the message, he received a stark red exclamation mark!

Daniel’s brows furrowed, and his face turned grim. “Chloe, you deleted me?!” I found it amusing. I had blocked and deleted him two years ago. He was just realizing it now? Daniel’s face flushed with embarrassment. He demanded I add him back immediately. I replied coldly, “Just an ex-husband. Why would I add him back?” “Besides, my husband doesn’t allow me to randomly add other men. He gets jealous.” Seeing me repeatedly refuse to give him face, Daniel instantly grew angry. “Chloe, have you acted enough? I’ve given you a way out. If you insist on being stubborn, we’ll get a divorce!” In the past, Daniel would threaten divorce whenever things didn’t go his way, forcing me to yield. He thought he could manipulate me as always this time. I merely chuckled coldly. “Daniel, have you forgotten? We already got divorced two years ago.” At that, the entire room fell silent. Daniel also froze for a moment. “What are you talking about?” Then, as if something clicked, he sneered, “I get it now. This is your trick, playing hard to get, isn’t it? You’ve certainly grown a lot more cunning in two years!” I rolled my eyes, exasperated. “Daniel, didn’t you see the letter I left you two years ago?” Daniel looked confused. “What letter?” Before I left the country, I had left Daniel a letter. Inside the envelope, there wasn’t just my wedding ring, but also a signed divorce agreement. I had made him sign that divorce agreement the day he disregarded my pleas and insisted on having a child with Ashley. He had always been dismissive towards me, signing it without even looking. He probably hadn’t properly read the contents of the envelope two years ago. That’s why he didn’t know we were already divorced and thought I was just throwing a tantrum. Thinking about it, I scoffed, then pulled out the other identical copy of the divorce agreement from back then, thrusting it in front of Daniel. “Daniel, the letter I wrote you back then contained the signed divorce agreement. I made two copies of the divorce agreement, and this is the other one. Look closely. We’re already divorced.” Daniel’s face darkened further. He was about to say the divorce agreement was fake, but when he saw his own signature clearly on it, he froze. “How can this be? I clearly never signed…” “No, you did. Do you remember the document I handed you the day you moved out?” With my reminder, Daniel belatedly realized that what I had made him sign that day was the divorce agreement. His face turned ashen. Everyone else was surprised too. “Chloe actually filed for divorce? Did she finally wake up from being hopelessly devoted?” “If they’re divorced, why is she back? I think she still can’t let go of Daniel.” Hearing that, Daniel raised his chin, confident that I still harbored feelings for him. Little did he know, my return to the country was mainly to accompany my husband and son. Julian happened to be coming back for a business gala, and my son wanted to visit the water park during his long weekend. As soon as I returned, I received an invitation to the alumni gathering, so I simply came along. I was about to shatter Daniel’s delusion when his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Mr. Peterson, we just received news that Mr. Knight of Knight Industries is returning with his wife and child this time. They’ll also be attending the business gala tonight. The chairman asked us to add an extra seat and treat them exceptionally well.” “The chairman specifically emphasized to treat Mr. Knight’s wife especially well. After all, Mr. Knight is famously devoted to his wife, and as long as we keep her happy, a partnership is guaranteed.” Only then did I realize that Daniel’s company was hosting this business gala. After Daniel hung up, everyone started showering him with flattery. “Daniel, Knight Industries is a leading corporate giant! Your company actually managed to get a deal with Knight Industries? Your future is limitless!” “I heard all the big shots in the business world will be at this gala. Can you help us old classmates make some introductions?” Daniel glanced at me with a triumphant look, condescendingly saying, “Chloe, are you regretting divorcing me impulsively back then?” “If you agree to take care of Ethan, I can consider remarrying you…” I scoffed internally. Julian’s company, Knight Industries, was my husband’s company. And I was the “Mr. Knight’s wife” they wanted to butter up. Before Daniel could finish, I coldly cut him off, “Knight Industries isn’t interested in your company.” Ashley, who had been silent for a while, shot me a disdainful glance. “How would you know?” I said, enunciating each word, “Because I am Mr. Knight’s wife.” At that, everyone thought I had lost my mind and stared at me like I was an idiot. Ashley even let out a scoff. “If you’re Mr. Knight’s wife, then I’m Mr. Knight’s mother!” “Everyone knows Mr. Knight dotes on his wife. He even spent three hundred million on a pink diamond bracelet for her in a lavish, public display of affection! Mr. Knight’s wife is incredibly precious, worth hundreds of millions. How could a commoner like you impersonate her?” “Look at you! What about you even remotely resembles Mr. Knight’s wife?” I, however, unhurriedly rolled up my sleeve, revealing the pink diamond bracelet on my wrist. “Are you talking about this bracelet?”

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After I donated a kidney to the man Chloe truly loved, my girlfriend, who had given me the silent treatment for a month, finally agreed to make up. She even arranged a get-together with drinks as a reward. Her best friend, Brittany, chuckled, “Chloe, you really know how to play your cards. Liam isn’t just obedient, he’s totally devoted to you. Such a good man, are you really going to let him go and marry Julian instead?” Chloe scoffed, a cold sneer on her face. “He’s nothing but a placeholder. The only reason I haven’t gotten bored all these years is because of his face—it’s a near-perfect double for Julian’s.” Their eyes met, and they shared a knowing smile. “Then why not have Liam be a groomsman at the wedding? At least it wouldn’t be a total waste of him following you for eight years.” Chloe let out a dismissive laugh. “A joke! What’s his status? Does he really think he’s fit to stand next to Julian?” “This little gathering is just a pat on the back for helping Julian out. Consider it a thank you for all his devotion to me over the years.” I’d heard Chloe’s entire monologue right outside the door. When I calmly pushed it open, I didn’t argue. She had no idea. Today was the last day I was *her* placeholder. Tomorrow, the girl I’d always loved was coming back.

The moment I stepped inside, everyone’s eyes locked on me. A shared look of disdain flickered across their faces. I took it all in, though I plastered on a clueless expression as I handed Chloe the dessert she’d specifically asked for. The next second, her face hardened, and her words sent the room’s atmosphere plunging to freezing point: “Liam, the ice cream’s completely melted. You bring it to me now? Are you intentionally trying to gross me out?” Before her words even finished, the dessert—which I’d waited an hour in line for and walked two miles to get her—was violently slammed into the trash can. I glanced down. The ice cream was barely soft, it hadn’t melted enough to affect the taste at all. Brittany, Chloe’s best friend, saw this and handed me a drink, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You clearly don’t care much about our dear Chloe, do you? Why don’t you chug three glasses as a penalty to prove your sincerity?” Others chimed in, their faces twisted into mocking grins. I touched the bandage wrapped around my lower back, hesitated for a moment, then took the glass and downed it in one go. As soon as I set the glass down, Brittany handed me another one, brimming full. I frowned instantly, not reaching for it. That first glass had pushed my body to its limit. If I drank any more, something serious would happen. I looked at Chloe, hoping she’d explain my situation. But she just watched, a cold mask on her face, with no intention of speaking up for me. Brittany saw my hesitation and sneered, “Chloe, looks like your boyfriend isn’t all that devoted after all, is he? Just two measly drinks, and he’s dragging his feet.” Chloe shot me a cold, displeased glare, then stepped forward and slapped me across the face. “Liam, what’s your problem today? Usually, you can hold your liquor just fine!” “And here I was, so kind as to throw a party to reward you! Is this how you treat me? You won’t even drink three glasses for me!” At her words, I turned my head, my eyes darkening. I’d thought that after I’d sacrificed a kidney, she’d change her usual bossy attitude toward me. But no, it only got worse. She completely forgot I couldn’t drink now. I met her gaze, gently reminding her, “Chloe, my kidney incision hasn’t healed. Don’t you know I can’t drink?” Her eyes flickered with surprise, but it quickly vanished in the dim light of the room. Then she said indifferently, “Can’t drink just because you donated a kidney? Do you think everyone in this room is stupid? If you want to avoid drinking, find a better excuse.” Brittany chimed in sarcastically, “Exactly! I see everyone else drinking just fine. Why can’t you? Or are you just refusing on purpose? All this liquor on the table, it’s Chloe’s heartfelt gesture for you.” As she spoke, a full table of drinks appeared, nearly a hundred glasses. Seeing the cold indifference on her face, with no thought for my well-being, I immediately decided to turn and leave. But Chloe’s clique wasn’t about to let me walk away. They ordered someone to hold me down and force-fed me the liquor. The strong alcohol burned my throat and chest, a tearing, agonizing pain. I frantically looked to Chloe for help, but she just watched, a detached observer, as if I were a stranger. Just when I thought I was going to be completely ruined by these people, Chloe, who’d been as still as a statue, finally moved. The next second, she walked over and grabbed the glass that was being forced into my mouth. I thought she’d finally had a change of heart, that she was going to stop this absurd charade. Instead, she said coldly, “Hold on a minute, Julian’s calling.” The moment she answered the phone, Chloe became soft and gentle, like a completely different person. “Okay, I’m heading out to get you dessert now. Wait for me.” At that moment, a wave of dizziness washed over my head, and my consciousness began to fade. Just as Chloe hung up, I collapsed right in front of her. Everyone else started to panic. Chloe frowned, glanced at me, then at the two-thirds of untouched drinks on the table, and said with utter disdain: “Don’t mind him. He’s just faking it, trying to get out of drinking.” “I need to go get dessert for Julian. I’m leaving.” Chloe walked out without a backward glance. Brittany then kicked me twice. When I still didn’t react, she finally realized something was wrong and scurried away in a panic. The others, seeing this, also found excuses to slip away. I was left alone, abandoned in the room. Eventually, it was the cleaning lady who called 911 for me. When I woke up, my phone suddenly vibrated with a new message.

It was from Julian. I tapped it open, and there it was: a picture of him and Chloe with their marriage certificate. My fingers clenched. I stared at the photo, frozen, until the screen went dark. All these years Chloe and I had been together, for various reasons, we’d unspokenly avoided any talk of marriage. We’d fallen in love at first sight, our feelings growing rapidly. In our social circles, we were considered the “perfect couple.” We hiked together, camped together, even traveled together. We did everything a typical couple would do. I thought I’d live happily ever after. I just never imagined those days would end so soon. I started noticing her demands becoming stranger, but I indulged her, letting her have her way, not thinking too much of it. At first, she just wanted to control my outfits. I figured she thought my style was bad, so I just let her. Later, she escalated to controlling my preferences, dictating my manners, and even specifically hiring a private coach for me. That’s when I started to suspect something. After a little digging, I learned about Julian. Only then did I understand that everything she’d done for me before was actually for Julian. From that point on, I often felt that when she looked at me, she was looking *through* my eyes, at someone else. For eight long years, we never acknowledged the unspoken truth. Until Julian returned to the country. Once he knew I existed, he pulled out all the stops to impress Chloe. He repeatedly mocked me, saying I was nothing more than his stand-in. Photos like the one I just received? I’d lost count of how many I’d gotten. Chloe pushed the door open, wrinkling her nose as she stepped in, a thermal container in her hand. Her voice was dismissive. “I thought you were dead. Didn’t expect you to have so many lives.” She saw my gaze land on the container in her hand and said coldly, “I spent all afternoon making this chicken soup for Julian. It’s not for you. Besides, you’re awake now, so you don’t need it anyway.” She paused, her eyes darkening, then forced a sweet smile. “Since you’re fine, then the cake for Julian’s birthday tomorrow is on you. Don’t disappoint me again.” Before I could answer, she walked out, carrying the thermal container. She’d always been like that with me. I’d grown used to it over the years. She’d once hired a private pastry chef to teach me, wanting me to be more like Julian. I’d picked up the basics. But of all the elaborate desserts I’d made for her, not once was she satisfied. She even took a cake I’d spent an entire day on and fed it to a dog. She’d coldly glanced at the mess on the floor and declared without shame, “Liam, you’re truly useless. You can’t even handle such a small thing. You really can’t even hold a candle to Julian.” Thinking of this, I called out to her, “Don’t you dislike the cakes I make?” She turned to face me, her voice impatient. “If Julian hadn’t specifically asked you to make it, do you think you’d even have the chance?” She was right. If it weren’t for Julian, she’d probably make it herself, or at the very least, order a custom one. There’s no way it would fall to me. Before I could open my mouth again, all that was left was the sound of the door slamming shut. Smelling the lingering scent of chicken soup that didn’t belong in my hospital room, I suddenly remembered Julian’s room was just one floor above mine. One floor away, he was in a luxurious VIP suite with full amenities and gourmet recovery meals. He certainly didn’t need Chloe’s measly bowl of chicken soup. And me, her placeholder? The moment I was pushed out of the operating room, Chloe had intended to leave me to recover on a gurney in the hallway. It was only after my surgeon strongly insisted, and she got annoyed, that she grudgingly got me the cheapest, cramped room, barely a yard from the bathroom, where the constant stench assaulted my senses. Just then, a nurse pushed the door open and said coldly, “Liam, bed 12? Someone’s handled your discharge papers. Please pack up and leave quickly. Someone will be here to sanitize the room in half an hour.” I froze, looking up at my unfinished IV drip. I hadn’t expected Chloe to act so fast, unable to wait even an afternoon. I ripped out my IV line, enduring the discomfort in my body, quickly packed my meager belongings, and prepared to leave the hospital. The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I received a demanding message from Chloe: “Go to the bakery immediately. I’ve already arranged for the cake ingredients to be prepared. Text me when it’s done.” I stopped, read the message, then tapped my screen and calmly deleted it. This cake? Consider it my wedding gift to them. I’d just hung up the phone with the artisan bakery when a SnapChat message popped up. I assumed it was Julian again, flaunting something Chloe had done for him, and I was about to block him. The next second, my top SnapChat conversation vibrated with a new message: “I land tonight. Can you pick me up?” Seeing the familiar tone of voice, I was a little stunned. I pinched myself hard, thinking I was seeing things. I only had two pinned conversations on SnapChat: Chloe’s, and that of the girl I’d always loved since my youth. In the eight years I’d been with Chloe, she never spoke to me with such patience. In my memory, only she spoke to me like that. But didn’t she say she was moving abroad permanently and would never come back? If she hadn’t made that decision back then, things wouldn’t be like this between us now. After all, I’d confessed my feelings to her. I stared at the message for a long time, composing myself before quietly replying with a single word: “Okay.”

After putting my phone away, I grabbed the flowers and headed straight to the airport, completely forgetting everything Chloe had told me to do. It wasn’t until later that night, when Chloe hadn’t received the cake I was supposed to make and her meticulously planned birthday party for Julian was ruined, that she blamed it all on me. She stormed in, Julian following behind her. She kicked the door open, slamming it against the wall, and screamed: “Liam, how many times is this? What new stunt are you pulling now? Where’s the cake I told you to make?!” I glanced at the door, still rattling from her kick, and replied calmly with two words: “I forgot.” Chloe saw my demeanor and instantly erupted. The thought that Julian had been humiliated because I hadn’t shown up with the cake made her furious. She stepped forward and slapped me twice, yelling: “Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed Julian? Everyone was whispering and pointing at him! And here he was, still concerned about your feelings, telling me not to get mad at you!” “Julian is such a good person, why would you treat him like this?!” “I’m giving you half an hour. You *will* make a cake to apologize, or I swear, I’m not done with you!” With that, she slammed the door shut and left. Watching her defiant back, I couldn’t help but think of my own birthdays. She’d never been this invested. I never got the special treatment a birthday person deserves. Instead, I had to bake *her* a cake, and if it wasn’t to her liking, I’d be punished with standing all night. I let out a bitter laugh. As I walked out of the room, I saw her sitting in the living room, meticulously peeling an orange for Julian, carefully removing every bit of pith before handing it to him. Julian saw me but didn’t make a sound. Instead, he smirked triumphantly as he took the orange from Chloe and ate it. “Chloe, let’s set our wedding for three days from now, okay?” Julian asked gently, but his eyes were fixed on me, full of triumph. Chloe, her back to me, said dotingly, “Okay, whatever you say.” Hearing this, his grin widened, and he asked again: “How about we invite Liam to our wedding? What do you think?” This time Chloe didn’t answer immediately. Julian saw the hesitation on her face. He instantly pouted, sounding wronged. “I just want his blessing. That way our wedding will be perfect, and you always said you’d give me a perfect wedding, didn’t you?” Chloe fell silent at his words. Then, remembering something, she nodded in agreement. Julian’s lips curved into a smirk, and he looked at me. “Liam, did you hear that? Chloe and I sincerely invite you to our wedding.” At his words, Chloe turned her cold face back to me. Her eyes seemed to freeze for a moment when she saw me, then she scoffed. “Since you heard it, I won’t repeat myself. Be there on time, don’t make us a laughingstock again.” I clenched my fists, meeting Chloe’s indifferent gaze. Eight years of my devotion, and in the end, I didn’t even get a formal breakup. I gave a self-deprecating laugh, then nodded. On the day of the wedding, I showed up dressed to the nines. The moment the newlyweds appeared, they became the center of attention. Guests lavished them with praise, calling them a match made in heaven. Chloe accepted it all with a radiant smile, but when her eyes landed on me, that smile vanished instantly. Chloe’s face turned sour, and she frowned, accusing me, “Liam, are you trying to steal Julian’s spotlight by dressing like that? Don’t forget, today is Julian’s and my wedding. Julian is the groom!” “I knew this would happen; I shouldn’t have agreed to let you come! I thought you’d know your place, but I never imagined you’d stoop to such lengths just to cause drama!” At her words, murmurs rippled through the guests. Those who didn’t know me accused me of being shameless. Those who did vowed to kick me out. Julian, however, wasn’t angry. He even generously spoke up for me, “Chloe, if he wants to be my groomsman, then let’s let him. It’s a way of thanking him for taking care of you all these years, and it justifies his outfit today.” With that, Julian shot me a provocative look. Chloe frowned, about to argue, but then heard the whispers around her and reluctantly gave in. She checked her watch and said with extreme reluctance, “Aren’t you going to get ready? Is this where you’re supposed to be standing?!” A staff member came forward to escort me away. Before I’d taken two steps, Julian’s voice stopped them from behind: “Wait. His outfit is actually quite good. How about we have him deliver our wedding rings later?” At his words, my body stiffened. Deliver the wedding rings. That’s what the ring bearer does. Was he trying to make me watch them exchange vows, then watch Chloe marry him with my own eyes? I glanced at Chloe. She said nothing, a silent agreement. The ceremony began quickly. Watching Chloe on stage, touched to tears by Julian’s words, I couldn’t help but sneer. The stage was set. It was time for the main act. Chloe, let’s see how long you can keep that smile. The next second, the officiant excitedly announced, “Now, let’s give a big round of applause for our special guest who will present the wedding rings to the happy couple…” A thunderous applause erupted. The couple on stage smiled, filled with joy, waiting for me to bring them their rings. I smirked, took the gift box from the staff member, and slowly walked forward. I heard the whispers around me, but with each step, I moved further away from the altar. Moments later, I turned and knelt on one knee in front of a slender, unfamiliar woman. The entire hall gasped in shock. Chloe, realizing what she was seeing, instantly turned pale, losing her composure as she shrieked: “Liam, do you know what you’re doing?!”

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To leave an heir for my childhood friend, who was terminally ill, my three-month pregnant wife ignored my pleas. She went ahead with the surgery, taking out our baby, just to make room for his. Afterward, she just said blandly: “Julian doesn’t have much time left. Why argue with a sick man? I promise you, once I’ve had Julian’s baby, we can have another one together.” Everyone thought I was completely infatuated with my wife, convinced I wouldn’t refuse, that I’d eagerly step up and be a total doormat. But this time, I decisively signed the divorce papers. The very next day, I bought a plane ticket and left the country. I saw my ex-wife again two years later at a high school reunion. The moment I walked into the private room, she shoved her two-year-old child into my arms, a haughty look on her face. “Liam, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years, aren’t you over it yet? Just apologize to me publicly, and I might give you a chance to take care of our mother and child!” Everyone stifled their laughter, saying I’d hit the jackpot, a “two for one deal.” But I just casually flashed the wedding ring on my left hand. “No thanks. I already have a wife and kid of my own. No need to be a pathetic sap!”

The moment the words left my mouth, everyone in the room froze, their shocked gazes fixed on me, before erupting into snickers. “Oh, come on, Liam! Who doesn’t know you loved Scarlett more than life itself? When Scarlett had kidney failure, you gave her one of your own kidneys! Would someone like you really marry someone else?” “Exactly! Can’t you think before you speak? That’s so ridiculous, who’d believe it?” I sneered inwardly at their chatter. No wonder they were shocked; I *had* loved Scarlett desperately once. When she was diagnosed with kidney failure, I didn’t hesitate, giving her one of my kidneys. Now, every time it rains, my left side aches with a dull, constant throb. I always gave her the sweetest part of the watermelon, and knowing she didn’t eat dragon fruit seeds, I’d meticulously pick out every single one with a toothpick. Because I loved her, I even tolerated her going on dates with my childhood friend, Julian, again and again. I tolerated her tying Julian’s tie right in front of me, gently wiping his mouth. As long as she came home, as long as she still remembered me, her husband, that was enough. Everyone knew I was blindly devoted, and they all instinctively assumed I was just talking out of anger earlier. Coming back to reality, Julian, who had been quiet, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and came over to me, saying casually, “Liam, I know you’re still upset about what happened two years ago. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Scarlett wouldn’t have had to get rid of your baby just to leave an heir for me. Since everyone’s here today, I’ll down this bottle as a public apology to you!” He chugged the bottle, the burning alcohol making him cough repeatedly. Scarlett immediately couldn’t sit still. She handed her child to a colleague nearby, rushed forward, snatched the bottle, and said, angry and heartbroken, “Julian, are you crazy, daring to drink this much? Even if your condition has been under control all these years, you’re still a patient!” After comforting Julian, Scarlett shot me a haughty glance and said coldly, “Liam, you’ve been throwing a tantrum for two years, that’s enough! Julian and I just did IVF; we didn’t actually have sex. You’re still being petty about such a small thing, after all this time? Is it really necessary?” Everyone started murmuring. “Liam’s so stubborn! It’s a two for one deal, he actually came out ahead!” “Plus, Scarlett’s been looking for him all these years. He left for two years, and she looked for him for two years. It’s time to move on from the past.” So, taking out our baby to have Julian’s was just a “small thing” in Scarlett’s eyes? But what surprised me was that Scarlett had actually been looking for me? Why would she be looking for me? Lost in thought, I heard Scarlett continue, talking to herself, “Alright, Liam. Little Julian is at an age where he needs a lot of care. Since you’re back, you can take care of him from now on. Even though he’s not your biological son, you’re his nominal father, and you should be responsible for him.” I actually laughed. Two years later, Scarlett was still high and mighty, ordering me around as if it were her right. But I wasn’t the Liam she could manipulate so easily anymore. Ever since Scarlett got rid of our baby two years ago, my heart died for her, and I decisively left the country. And what I said earlier wasn’t out of anger; I truly was married with a child. After I left, I found a new job. Not long after, I met my wife, Vivian. She helped me through that dark period. Soon, we got married and even had a beautiful daughter. Just thinking about my wife and daughter, a wave of warmth washed over me. Snapping back to reality, I coldly refused, “No thanks. I have my own child to take care of. As for your ‘Little Julian,’ let his biological dad take care of him.” Hearing that, Julian’s eyes welled up. “Liam, I know you resent me for causing your child to be aborted, which is why you won’t take care of mine. I want to raise Little Julian myself, but my body won’t allow it… I’m trusting you, that’s why I’m asking you to take care of him. Little Julian is very well-behaved; he doesn’t cry or fuss, so he won’t be too much trouble. Please, I’m begging you, take pity on me, a father, and take care of Little Julian…” Julian made a show of kneeling towards me. Scarlett quickly helped him up and comforted him. Then she turned, giving me a cold glance. “Many people would beg to take care of Little Julian, but I wouldn’t let them. It’s an honor for you to take care of him; don’t be ungrateful!” Her gaze landed on my clothes, and Scarlett scoffed. “Liam, you must not have had it easy these past two years abroad, huh? You didn’t even bother to wear decent clothes to a class reunion. At this point, don’t be so snobby when you’re broke. If you take good care of Little Julian, I can give you ten thousand a month in spending money. That’s way more than you’d make working a regular job.” Julian, acting like the man of the house, added, “That’s right. You take good care of Little Julian, and Scarlett and I won’t treat you badly. With us, you won’t have to wear cheap knock-offs at least.” It was then that everyone noticed my casual attire. Instantly, mockery erupted. “How did Liam fall so low? He doesn’t even have decent clothes!” “If only he’d known this would happen. I heard Scarlett’s company soared after he left. If he hadn’t left the country out of spite, he’d be living a life of leisure now.” I just smirked. They had no idea. The clothes I was wearing weren’t cheap knock-offs. They were custom-made by a master designer, pure silk, worth hundreds of thousands. Seeing me smile, Scarlett thought I’d agreed to take care of Little Julian. She pulled out her phone, ready to transfer money to me. “Here’s ten thousand. Go buy some decent clothes later, so our Little Julian doesn’t catch your cheapness.” But as soon as she sent the message, she received a glaring red exclamation mark!

Scarlett’s eyes widened. “Liam, you blocked me?!” I found it amusing. I had already blocked and deleted her two years ago. Was she just realizing it now? Scarlett’s pride took a hit. She told me to add her back right away. But I said coldly, “Just an ex-wife, what’s there to add? Besides, my wife doesn’t let me add other women. She gets jealous.” Seeing me repeatedly refuse to give her face, Scarlett finally got angry. “Liam, are you done acting? I’ve given you an out. If you insist on making a scene, we’ll get a divorce!” In the past, Scarlett would threaten me with divorce whenever she was slightly displeased, forcing me to give in. She thought she could manipulate me as always this time. But I just sneered. “Scarlett, did you forget? We already got divorced two years ago.” At that, the entire room fell silent. Scarlett was stunned for a moment. “Divorce? When did we get divorced?” Then, as if something clicked, she sneered, “I know! This is your little game, isn’t it? Playing hard to get? You’ve certainly grown more cunning in two years!” I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Scarlett, didn’t you see the letter I left you two years ago?” Scarlett looked confused. “What letter?” Before I left the country, I’d left Scarlett a letter. Inside the envelope, there wasn’t just the wedding ring I’d taken off, but also a signed divorce agreement. I’d made her sign that divorce agreement the day she insisted on getting rid of our baby, despite my pleas. She’d always been dismissive of me, signing without even looking. She probably hadn’t bothered to properly check the contents of the envelope two years ago. That’s why she didn’t know we were already divorced and thought I was just throwing a tantrum. Thinking of this, I scoffed, then pulled out my copy of the divorce agreement, which had been made in duplicate, and shoved it in front of Scarlett. “Scarlett, the envelope I left you back then contained the signed divorce agreement. I made two identical copies; this is the other one. Look closely. We’re already divorced.” Scarlett’s beautiful eyes widened. She was about to say the divorce agreement was fake, but when she saw her own signature clearly on it, she froze. “This… this really is my handwriting? How? I clearly never signed…” “No, you did sign. Remember the document I handed you that day you scheduled your abortion procedure?” My reminder made Scarlett finally realize that what I’d had her sign that day was the divorce agreement. Her face turned ashen. Everyone else was surprised too. “Liam really filed for divorce? His infatuation finally wore off?” “If they’re divorced, why is he back? I bet he still can’t let go of Scarlett.” Hearing that, Scarlett lifted her chin, confidently believing I still had feelings for her. Little did she know, my main reason for returning to the country was to accompany my wife and daughter. Vivian was coming back for a business gala, and our daughter wanted to visit Adventureland during her vacation. I just happened to receive the reunion invitation right after we arrived, so I decided to drop by. I was about to shatter Scarlett’s fantasy when her phone rang. It was her assistant. “Ms. Scarlett, we just got word that Ms. Vivian from the Sterling Group is back in the country with her husband and child. They’ll also be attending the business gala tonight. The board wants us to add a seat and make sure they’re well taken care of. The board specifically emphasized treating Ms. Vivian’s husband exceptionally well, as Ms. Vivian is fiercely protective of her husband. If we keep him happy, future collaborations will be guaranteed.” I only then realized that the host of this business gala was Scarlett’s company. After Scarlett hung up, everyone started fawning over her. “Scarlett, the Sterling Group is a leading national corporation! Your company actually managed to partner with them; your future is limitless!” “I heard all the big names in business will be at this gala. Can you help us old classmates make some connections?” Scarlett cast a triumphant, condescending glance at me. “Liam, are you regretting divorcing me out of spite now? If you agree to take care of Little Julian, I might consider remarrying you…” I sneered inwardly. The Sterling Group? That was my wife’s company. And I was the husband they wanted to win over. Without waiting for Scarlett to finish, I cut her off coldly, “The Sterling Group wouldn’t even *look* at your company.” Julian, who hadn’t spoken for a while, scoffed and shot me a disdainful look. “How would *you* know?” I articulated each word clearly, “Because I *am* Ms. Vivian’s husband.” At that, everyone thought I’d lost my mind, staring at me like I was an idiot. Julian even burst out laughing. “If you’re Ms. Vivian’s husband, then I’m her father! Who doesn’t know Ms. Vivian adores her husband? She once publicly splashed out three hundred million to buy him a watch! Ms. Vivian’s husband is incredibly valuable, worth hundreds of millions. How could a hick like you impersonate him?” “Look at yourself! What part of you is anything like Ms. Vivian’s husband?” I leisurely rolled up my sleeve, revealing the diamond-encrusted gold watch on my wrist. “Are you talking about *this* watch?”

Everyone was stunned. “The news about Ms. Vivian making headlines buying that watch was everywhere! That watch looks exactly like the one Liam’s wearing!” “So… Liam really is Ms. Vivian’s husband?” Julian’s eyes flashed with jealousy and malice when he saw the watch on my wrist. The next second, he took advantage of my distraction, yanked off my watch, and said sarcastically, “Liam, how dare you try to fool everyone with a fake watch! How could you impersonate Ms. Vivian’s husband?” “Don’t get me wrong, this fake is pretty good, but a fake is always a fake. It can’t be the real thing. Scarlett is about to partner with Ms. Vivian. Are you trying to ruin Scarlett by impersonating Ms. Vivian’s husband right now?” I glared at him coldly. “Who told you this watch is fake? This watch is the real deal! Give it back!” But Julian refused, deliberately tucking the watch into his pocket. I stepped forward to grab it back, but he stumbled to the ground, his eyes red as he looked at me. “Liam, I can’t believe you hate me so much. Not only did you push me, but to get back at me, you’re dragging Scarlett down too. Since that’s how it is, I’ll just leave with Little Julian, so we don’t bother you…” Julian started whining, trying to leave. Two years, and he was still using the same old playbook. And Scarlett fell for it every time. This time, she protected him as always, snapping at me. “That’s enough, Liam! Julian is a patient; are you trying to kill him?” “You were in the wrong first! You impersonated Ms. Vivian’s husband; are you trying to ruin our company’s partnership? Two years, and you’ve become so malicious!” Meeting Julian’s challenging gaze, I scoffed inwardly. He wasn’t sick at all; his terminal illness was fake, and his medical records were forged. I had told Scarlett before, but she didn’t believe me, accusing me of making baseless accusations instead. Even now, she still didn’t believe me. I couldn’t be bothered to argue, assuming Scarlett would continue to lash out at me as in the past. But she sighed helplessly. “Alright, Julian seems to like this watch, so just give it to him as an apology. Let’s drop this whole thing. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything earlier.” That watch was a special gift from Vivian. Give it away? No way. I snatched the watch back, saying coldly, “This is a gift from my wife. You have no right to touch it!” The sharp watch strap cut Scarlett’s finger, drawing blood. Seeing I wouldn’t back down, Scarlett’s face darkened. “Liam, it’s just a cheap watch. If it weren’t for me giving you an out, do you really think we’d care about it?” “Julian, it’s just a watch! I’ll buy you a more expensive, better one, and make *some people* regret it!” I ignored them, turning and leaving the private room. Afterward, I went back to the hotel where we were staying to rest. In the evening, I freshened up and headed to the business gala. Before leaving, Vivian sent me a message, telling me that Adventureland’s show had just ended, and she was bringing Ellie over. She told me to go in first and wait for them. Knowing my wife and daughter liked cake, I took a plate of mini cakes, planning to find a seat and wait for them. The moment I turned, I ran into Scarlett and Julian, both dressed elegantly for the event. Seeing me, Scarlett’s eyes flashed with disdain. “What are you doing here? What, did you come to beg me to remarry you? You were so tough earlier; turns out you’re just talk!” Seeing me holding a plate of cake, Julian scoffed, “Liam, you’re not a server here, are you? I heard servers here only make four thousand. That’s not even as fast as taking care of our Little Julian!” Scarlett, too, wore a haughty expression. “Liam, if you beg me, I might make an exception and let you take care of Little Julian, for old times’ sake.” I said calmly, “Don’t misunderstand. I’m not a server. I’m here to wait for my wife and daughter.” Julian, however, looked as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world. “Liam, only Ms. Vivian is bringing her child to this gala today. You’re not going to try and say you’re Ms. Vivian’s husband again, are you?” “But I am.” Hearing me say that, Julian crossed his arms and sneered. “Liam, you’re addicted to lying! How dare you talk nonsense and try to claim connections at such an important event? And you’re even wearing that fake watch!” “If Ms. Vivian and her husband found out about this, we’d all be in serious trouble!” Before I could react, Julian rushed forward, ripped the watch off my wrist, and smashed it hard on the ground. The sharp watch strap cut my wrist, drawing bright red blood. Before I could even cry out in pain, Julian shoved me to the ground, grabbed a nearby cake plate, and smashed it onto my face, snarling, “I’ll teach you a lesson for Ms. Vivian, you imposter!” Cake splattered all over my face, the sticky cream clogging my nostrils, nearly suffocating me. I reached up to wipe away the cream, but Julian pressed his hard leather shoe heel onto my hand, grinding it repeatedly. Excruciating pain shot through my entire body. I could almost hear my bones shattering. When the people in the hall realized I was an imposter, they all started laughing at me. Scarlett just watched, her expression cold. At that moment, someone in the crowd shouted, “Ms. Vivian’s here!” Everyone immediately looked towards the entrance. I waved my arms, trying to get Vivian’s attention. But Scarlett grabbed my hand and whispered, “Liam, stay put! I know you deliberately chased me here because you’re jealous. If you don’t cause trouble, after the gala, I might consider remarrying you, and I can even have another child for you…” She tried to pull me up, but I pulled my hand away in disgust. Vivian still noticed me. Holding Ellie, she walked towards me, her brows furrowed. “What happened?” Julian’s face was full of flattery. “Ms. Vivian, this man is a fraud, impersonating your husband! I’ve already taught him a good lesson for you!” Scarlett echoed, “Yes, Ms. Vivian, you don’t need to bother with him.” The next second, Ellie let go of Vivian’s hand and ran towards me. Seeing my pathetic state, her eyes welled up with tears. “Daddy, why is your face covered in cream? And your hand, it’s bleeding…”

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