Author: Momo Chan

In the first year of our relationship, he was passionate and promised me an everlasting love. In the second year, his vanity grew, and he began to make endless demands. By the third year, he brought his childhood sweetheart to our engagement party. “Nora, if you want to marry me, fine! But you’ll have to settle for being the second wife!” “Not only that, you must transfer all your shares in Quinn Enterprises to Beatrix!” “Otherwise, there’s no way I’d marry someone like you!” After a moment of silence, I picked up my phone and dialed. “Grandpa, this guy isn’t working out. Find me someone obedient and sensible.” My words shocked everyone. They all stared at me in disbelief. Declan’s face turned beet red. “Nora! Do you even know what you’re saying?!” “Letting you be the second wife is a favor!” “Apologize to Beatrix right now, or don’t even think about seeing me again!” Declan roared, veins popping in his neck, like an angry lion. But as I watched his hysterical display, I suddenly laughed. Three years ago. Declan was just a college student who had just moved to Manhattan. At that time, the battle for Quinn Enterprises was in its final stages. To ensure I wouldn’t be eliminated early, I had to hide my ambitions and pretend to be a lovesick sycophant. And Declan, new to society and clueless, became my perfect target. Back then, he was a diligent young man, working late nights for corporate projects. He would take a two-hour subway ride from South Brooklyn to North Bronx just to buy my favorite cake. At that time, I even thought, if he was really that good, I would manage Quinn Enterprises with him once I gained control. But I was too young to understand the concept of fearlessness. In the second year of our relationship. He became vain. After learning about my monthly allowance of over a million dollars, he asked me to open a joint account for him. Then he used my money to buy all sorts of luxury items. He became a rising star in the Manhattan Elite Circle. The object of countless women’s admiration. He began to drift. Ultimately, he brought his childhood sweetheart from the countryside to the upper-class circles and moved her into my mansion. I still remember the first time I met his childhood sweetheart. “Beatrix will be living at my place from now on. It’s better if you don’t come around often.” I couldn’t believe it. But to maintain the persona, I endured. Little did I know, my tolerance only emboldened him further. I shook my head, dismissing those disgusting memories. Looking at the two at the front, I waved my hand. “A promise is a promise! Don’t even think about going back on your word.”

Since I just took over the corporation, I wasn’t familiar with many things. After saying that, I turned and left the engagement scene, heading toward the corporation. On the way, I called my assistant to handle the apartment Declan and I used to live in. The assistant quickly got to work after receiving the task. By noon, the down payment had been transferred to my account. Just as I was about to go downstairs for lunch, I saw Declan and Beatrix angrily blocking the office door. The moment Declan saw me, he yelled. “Nora! How dare you sell my apartment?!” His question stunned me. Before I could respond, Beatrix spoke up. “Nora, I know you’re upset with me, but that was supposed to be our future marital home. Even if you’re short on cash, you can’t just sell it!” She spoke pitifully, causing concern among the employees. A few bolder ones even stood up to criticize me. “Miss Quinn, you don’t need the money. How can you sell someone else’s home for your gain?” “Exactly! That’s their marital home! Even if you want to make money, you should have some decency.” “Miss Quinn, you better return the money. If this blows up, it won’t just be your reputation at stake!” They all acted like Declan and Beatrix were victims. But that was my apartment. When did it become theirs? “Nora, you’ve never wanted for anything, but Beatrix is different. She’s from the countryside!” “You, an heiress, wouldn’t understand her attachment to a home!” “Buy the apartment back and put it in Beatrix’s name before I get angry.” “Otherwise, don’t expect to see me again!” The familiar threat again. I had no patience left for his antics. “Assistant Liu, see them out!” Following my order, the assistant summoned two security guards who quickly approached Declan. Seeing I was serious, a rare panic appeared on Declan’s face. “What are you doing?! I’m telling you! Nora won’t marry anyone but me! She’s just messing around!” “If you go against me, once I inherit the Quinn Enterprises, I’ll fire you all first!” He spoke with confidence, even affecting Beatrix, who stood up straighter. “Nora is just Declan’s sycophant!” “If you dare treat Declan this way, once Nora realizes her mistake, she’ll definitely fire you!” The assistant couldn’t bear it anymore, signaling the security to escort them out. The two were yelling as they were taken out of the building. Once their voices faded, I breathed a sigh of relief. Over the past three years, to play the sycophant role well, I indulged him countless times. When he went on dates with his childhood sweetheart, I planned their itineraries, bought tickets, and booked hotels. Once, he called me from abroad, and I flew to Paris just to bring him a pack of domestic brand condoms. I’ll never forget how disgusted he looked when he held my face. “Nora, how can an heiress like you become such a disgrace?” His words were harsh. But at that time, I was at a critical point in acquiring shares of Quinn Enterprises. To avoid alerting anyone, I had to pretend ignorance. I giggled foolishly. “Because I love you. I’ll do anything to make you happy!”

Grandpa’s call interrupted my thoughts. As soon as I answered, his voice came through. “Nora, the family has chosen a marriage partner for you. He’s returned to the country, and tonight we’ll announce your engagement to everyone in the circle.” “When is the engagement?” “The day after tomorrow.” “Alright.” Not long after hanging up, Grandpa spread the news of my engagement throughout the Manhattan Elite Circle. A few friends called as soon as they heard. “Nora, are you crazy?! After everything he’s done, you’re still going to marry him? How long are you going to be infatuated?” “Nora, if you still consider me a friend, break up with him! You can’t find another man with two legs?” “Nora, I beg you! Stop being a sycophant!” Their scolding made me chuckle. But to avoid misunderstandings, I explained. “The groom isn’t Declan.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s a family-arranged marriage. Declan doesn’t deserve it.” “That’s more like it! Nora, if you really married him, I’d laugh at you forever!” After chatting with my friends, I hung up. Maybe I angered him. Or for some other reason. During the two days of preparing for the engagement, Declan surprisingly didn’t show up. Until the engagement day. When I arrived at the designated five-star hotel in my formal attire, I immediately saw Declan in a suit and tie. He stood at the entrance like when we first met. The only difference was the presence of Beatrix by his side. Seeing them at my engagement entrance, I frowned. “What are you doing here?” “Why pretend? You’ve told everyone about our engagement. How could I not come?” His words amused me. “I’m engaging with you?” “Nora, you’re getting more shameless!” “You insist on taking Beatrix’s place, and now you won’t admit it! Don’t you have any sense of shame?” Beatrix, on the side, gently rubbed Declan’s shoulder. “Declan, Nora just loves you too much. She didn’t mean to act without your consent.” “Besides, even if you two get married, Nora won’t mind us being together, right?” She looked at me pitifully. Her shamelessness made me laugh. “Beatrix, if you have problems, go deal with them. Don’t cause a scene at my engagement, alright?” My words infuriated Declan. “Nora! What nonsense are you spouting?!” “Apologize to Beatrix immediately! Or you’ll never marry me today!” “Declan, Nora acted without your permission because her feelings for you are overwhelming.” “Besides, even if you two were to marry, Nora wouldn’t object to us being together, right?” As she said this, she looked at me with an expression of feigned vulnerability. I couldn’t help but laugh at her audacity. “Beatrix, if there’s something wrong with your thinking, get it checked. Don’t create a scene at my engagement party, alright?” As soon as I said that, Declan’s temper flared. “Nora! What nonsense are you spouting?!” “Apologize to Beatrix immediately! Otherwise, there will be no engagement today!” Declan’s voice was loud, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Yet, he seemed unaware of the crowd. He glared at me intensely. “Nora! Apologize!” “Declan, please don’t blame Nora. Her words come from her strong feelings for you!” Beatrix said, turning her gaze to me again. “Nora, just concede and avoid making Declan any angrier.” “Beatrix, someone like her doesn’t deserve your defense!” “And you, Nora! Don’t push me to the point where I have to slap you in front of everyone!” I wasn’t intimidated, meeting his eyes directly. “Oh, really? Go ahead and try!” Just as I finished speaking, Declan raised his hand to strike me. A gust of air passed by, and I instinctively closed my eyes. But just as the slap was about to land, a pair of strong hands caught Declan’s arm. “Trying to slap my fiancée in front of everyone? Are you looking for trouble?” The unexpected voice caused Declan to momentarily freeze.

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Boyfriend planned for us to get our marriage certificate on 5/20, but I waited all day from morning till night, and he never showed up. I called him dozens of times, but it was always busy. Half an hour before City Hall closed, I received a photo from Phoebe. In the photo, Jasper was holding a pregnancy test report in one hand and caressing her not-yet-showing belly with the other, looking utterly doting. The message was quickly deleted. A moment later, Jasper called me. “Adeline, I was drugged a month ago and made a mistake, but the child is innocent. I have to take responsibility.” “Don’t worry, once she has the baby, I’ll send her abroad. It won’t affect your position as my wife.” “Don’t you like kids? Once the baby is born, I’ll have them under your name, and you’ll be their only mom.” When I didn’t say anything, he added, sounding a bit guilty. “Phoebe is very emotional because of her pregnancy and needs constant care. You should go home first. We’ll talk about the certificate after she has the baby.” I clenched my phone, smiling bitterly. Jasper, why would you think I, the heiress of New York’s Johnson family, would want a man with a tarnished reputation? I took a picture of the scene and sent it to his arch-enemy. “Does your offer still stand?” 0

Over the phone, I heard the doctor’s reprimand. “Phoebe’s family, she’s been pregnant for over a month. How could you sleep together? What kind of husband are you, so irresponsible?” Jasper instinctively wanted to explain but was distracted by Phoebe’s weak cough, so his explanation turned into an apology. “Sorry, I’ll be more careful.” My fingers tightened as I took a deep breath and made a decision. “Jasper, let’s break up.” Hearing my words, the initial guilt evaporated, replaced by a flood of blame. “Cora, what are you throwing a fit about? Is it fun to compete with a pregnant woman for attention?” “Every time there’s a problem, all you do is threaten to break up. Have you ever really left? After eight years, who else would want you? Do you dare to really break up?” His words were like sharp knives, stabbing straight into my heart. This was the 99th time Jasper stood me up for Phoebe. The previous 98 times, Phoebe always had some excuse to call him away whenever we were about to get our certificate. The first time, she had just returned to the country and needed a pick-up. The second time, she twisted her ankle in high heels, and Jasper rushed to take her to the hospital. … The 98th time, she got drunk and was being followed by some men. She called Jasper crying, and without hesitation, he left me on the roadside and sped off. That night, without my phone, I walked over ten kilometers to get home. When I opened the door, I saw him holding Phoebe on the sofa. Seeing me, Phoebe sat up first, tears in her eyes, pitifully explaining. “Adeline, I’m sorry, it’s not what you think. I was just so scared, and Jasper was just comforting me.” I looked at her, my words sharp with sarcasm. “What kind of comfort needs you to be in each other’s arms?” Jasper shielded her behind him, reprimanding me. “She was just frightened and couldn’t sleep. I just lent her my shoulder for security. She’s just my junior. Cora, can’t you be more generous? Stop being jealous over everything, you seem so bitter and mean.” That night, we had a huge fight. And just like now, I suggested breaking up. But back then, the breakup was mixed with sadness and grievance, wanting comfort, wanting someone to coax me. Every time it was the same. Every time he stood me up for Phoebe, I’d get angry and suggest breaking up. But within a couple of days, I’d fall for his sweet talk and forgive him. Never thinking that this would become a weapon he could use to stab at my heart. Not hearing my answer, Jasper realized he was too harsh and softened his tone. “Alright, Adeline, stop being petty. I didn’t mean it. I just made a mistake every man makes, and it was planned. You know, in our line of work, these things happen often. I really couldn’t prevent it.” “I promise you, I won’t let her threaten your place as my wife. Once the baby is born, we’ll get married, and I’ll give you a grand wedding. Don’t be sad, okay?” “Where are you now? Still at City Hall? I’ll come pick you up.” Before I could speak, he was drawn away by Phoebe’s groans of pain. “Phoebe’s not feeling well, she can’t be left alone. You take a cab back first, and later, I’ll buy you your favorite crawfish.” The call ended, and I stared at the black screen of my phone, laughing until tears came to my eyes. Jasper, why do you think I, the heiress of New York’s Johnson family, would want a man with a tarnished reputation? And why do you think someone like me, a beauty queen of Southwest F4, would be unwanted? Watching the crowd disperse at City Hall, I snapped a picture and sent it to his arch-enemy, Lachlan, the playboy of New York. Captioned: “Does what you said about the certificate still count?” 0

As Lachlan was entering the airport, he saw the message and didn’t think twice. He delayed his flight, jumped on a helicopter, and rushed over, afraid he’d miss his chance. When I saw him, he was breathless, drenched in sweat, clearly having run over from the helicopter. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and headed to the counter. Just in time, the staff stamped the papers, and I could hear his sigh of relief. Outside City Hall, he waved the red certificate in my face, looking smug. “Now you’re really mine, don’t even think of escaping.” Watching him, as happy as a child, I was in a daze. Was this the same Lachlan I knew? I remember once when Jasper left me in the pouring rain because of Phoebe, Lachlan drove by and splashed water all over me. Already soaked, I broke down in tears right in front of him. The usually rebellious Lachlan suddenly panicked. He took off his jacket, draped it over me, awkwardly pulled me into a hug, and half-jokingly said. “What’s the big deal about getting married? Does it have to be Jasper? What about me?” “He loves competing with me over business, so I’ll steal his wife. Marry me? I promise no cheating, no divorce, just till death do us part.” Back then, when my heart was all about Jasper, I pushed him away and slapped him. He didn’t get mad; instead, he was more serious than ever. “I’m serious. Think about it.” The sincerity that night and the innocence now seemed nothing like the playboy rumored to be all about partying. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you regretting it?” Lachlan’s voice pulled me back, and I shook my head at him. “No.” He then relaxed, taking my hand and saying. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” Thinking about how he rushed here breathlessly, he must have something urgent, so I said understandingly. “If you have business, you can go ahead. Don’t worry about me.” As soon as I said that, his assistant, who had been waiting for a chance to speak, finally interjected. “CEO, the lady has spoken. We need to hurry, or we’ll miss it.” Lachlan then explained that he was supposed to fly to the Middle East for a big project today but delayed it to rush over when he saw my message. This reminded me of a time when Jasper, as a core researcher of airplane parts, was invited for international exchange. It was right when I was having surgery for a cervical tumor, and I reluctantly asked if he could leave a day later. He held my hand and comforted me helplessly. “I’m going for work, it’s an organizational arrangement, not for fun. Stop fussing, I’ll come back as soon as it’s over, okay?” But that night, just out of surgery, I saw on Facebook someone sharing a photo of him passionately kissing Phoebe abroad. Turns out, love and not-love were already clear. Feeling moved, I patted Lachlan’s shoulder, signaling for him to go. He instructed the driver to take me home and then left reluctantly. As we parted, I noticed a familiar Porsche Cayenne parked at 12 o’clock in the distance, with Jasper getting out of the car. 0

Jasper approached, looking at Lachlan’s departing figure, and asked. “Who was that?” Caught off guard, thinking about whether to come clean, he suddenly looked at me, unconcerned, and started berating me. “Why are you still here and not answering your phone? How long are you going to keep this up? Do I have to come pick you up personally every time? When will you change your spoiled heiress attitude?” “Our Jasper family has always been kind and gentle. If you don’t tone down your drama, how will you marry into our family?” Looking at him like this, my earlier worries seemed unnecessary. I smiled bitterly. Just as I was starting to feel anxious, considering whether to reveal everything, he suddenly looked at me. Unconcerned, he immediately began a stream of criticisms. “Why haven’t you returned after all this time? You don’t answer calls either. How long are you going to keep this up? Do I have to come and get you myself before you’ll stop your spoiled behavior?” “Our Meng family has always been kind and gentle. If you don’t curb this dramatic attitude, how will you marry into our family in the future?” Seeing him like this, my earlier worries seemed unnecessary, and I gave a bitter smile. “Jasper, we’ve already broken up. I’m not going to marry you. What you’re worried about won’t happen. You can leave.” He froze, then tried to soothe me as he used to. “Adeline, I made a mistake, but I explained everything over the phone. Once she has the baby, I’ll send her abroad. She won’t be in your way.” He stepped forward to grab me, but I subtly dodged. He paused awkwardly, his hand dropping to his side, his temper flaring up again. “I’ve explained so many times and even came to get you. What more do you want? Do I have to pay forever for one mistake?” I wasn’t feeling wronged, yet he was acting like he was. It was amusing. “You did nothing wrong, and there’s no need to apologize. I’m just tired. Let’s end things amicably without making it ugly.” Seeing my determination, he got a bit panicked, grabbing me with a voice desperate and humble. “Adeline, please, my dear, I really messed up. There’s nothing between me and Phoebe. She’s just a junior colleague. That incident was an accident. I love you, only you. Please, let’s not fight. Come home with me, okay?” I stepped back to avoid his touch and bluntly exposed him. “Last month was an accident, but what about last night?” “When I was excitedly waiting at the City Hall to marry you, where were you? At the office, a hotel, or in Phoebe’s bed?” He staggered back, clearly flustered, and after a moment, apologized sincerely. “I’m sorry, I drank too much last night.” As he spoke, he tried to grab me again, attempting to sweet-talk like before. But Phoebe’s call interrupted him, and hearing the familiar ringtone, he hesitated, looking at my expressionless face. I knew it was a ringtone he set specifically for Phoebe. I mocked him. “Go ahead, answer it. She might get emotional and affect her pregnancy.” He didn’t catch the underlying meaning, genuinely released me, and answered the call. As he stepped away, he even complimented me. “You’re so understanding, thank you.” Watching him pace back and forth, getting increasingly anxious, I found it amusing. At that moment, eight years of relationship felt like a joke. Silently declaring my foolishness. As the call wrapped up, he turned towards me, looking conflicted. When I looked back, there stood a man marked by time, respectfully addressing me. “Madam, Mr. Lachlan sent me to pick you up.” Jasper returned just in time to see this, his eyes filled with unease. “Who is he, and why did he call you madam?” I had the driver Lachlan sent wait aside before explaining. “He’s my family’s driver, Uncle Zack.” “When did your family change drivers?” Jasper was preoccupied with the situation at home involving Phoebe, thinking it was a personnel change in my family, and had already dismissed his earlier curiosity about why the driver called me madam. Even asking when the driver changed was more of an afterthought, with no intention of delving into the truth. So, after asking, he ignored my resistance and dragged me into his car. On the way back, he didn’t forget to scold and warn me. “It’s your attitude that’s causing the problem. Phoebe was worried and insisted I come find you. Now look, she tried to make something to eat and ended up falling.” “When we get back, control your temper. Phoebe is also a victim in this. Don’t be so malicious.” As he endlessly criticized me, he seemed to forget that just minutes ago, he was apologizing and asking for forgiveness for cheating last night. I didn’t respond, just glanced in the rearview mirror to see the concerned Uncle Zack. I waved him off, signaling him to go back. Back at the house, the first thing I saw was Phoebe struggling to get up. Jasper quickly released my hand and rushed to pick her up. In his arms, Phoebe wore a smug smile. Jasper anxiously carried her to the sofa, thoroughly checking for injuries. Only when he found none did he relax. He didn’t notice that when he passed me, he bumped me aside, causing me to hit the corner of the dining table with a sharp intake of breath. Looking at me leaning against the table, he ordered unhappily. “What are you standing there for? Phoebe got hurt because of you. Go make some light dishes and apologize to her!” His cold demeanor felt unfamiliar. Seeing me motionless, he got annoyed and, surprisingly, put on a cartoon apron. As he headed to the kitchen, his grumbling continued. “I know I made a mistake, but I’ve apologized. What more do you want? Holding onto this endlessly, is it fun?” “I’ll make this meal for you. Use this time to think clearly. I hope when we eat, you won’t sulk like everyone owes you.” Watching his skilled cooking, I felt a sense of disorientation. In our eight years together, he never cooked. Every time I cooked, he never hesitated to praise me. “Adeline, you’re wonderful. Having you is happiness.” But when I asked to try his cooking, he always said his hands were for research, not cooking. Yet now, this skillful scene, who is it for? The answer was clear. Watching his adept cooking, emotions surged, and tears silently fell. I turned away and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Upon entering, I found all my belongings replaced by Phoebe’s items. Even my custom wardrobe was filled with her various outfits. I rushed to the bedroom, opened the nightstand, and found my important documents replaced by a box of glaring condoms. Overwhelmed with anger, I stormed out to confront Phoebe. “Where are my things?” Unexpectedly, Phoebe, who was leisurely eating watermelon, suddenly acted like she was facing a formidable enemy. She answered timidly. “Adeline, I’m sorry. Your things were moved to the storage room by the maid.” I grabbed her hand, my anger palpable. “Who gave you permission to touch my things?” Hearing this, she dropped her pretense, gazing past me with a smirk. “What do you think?” The watermelon in my other hand slipped away. She grabbed my hand, and in the commotion, she deliberately stepped on the watermelon rind and fell hard.

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She quietly supported her husband’s career, while he kept up the facade of being single to flirt with fans and move money. It wasn’t until “Silent Snow” reached the top spot and called him out in a live stream: “Mr. Lewis, your freeloading is really disgraceful.” 0 Daphne massaged her aching shoulders and saved the last streaming data report. The blue glow from the computer screen was particularly harsh against the 2 a.m. darkness, casting shadows under her eyes. The clock on the wall ticked softly, juxtaposed with the noise of her husband and his team celebrating in the living room—tonight, Asher Lewis’s stream hit over 500,000 viewers, marking a new milestone. She stretched her stiff neck, hearing the crack of overworked joints. After working sixteen hours straight, her vision was starting to blur. Daphne took off her glasses and pressed her fingers to her temples where a pulse throbbed in sync with her heartbeat. “Daphne, come out! We ordered some late-night snacks!” Asher Lewis’s voice carried through the door, full of excitement and that familiar, upbeat tone he used while streaming. His carefully adjusted voice could naturally endear listeners. Over the past three years, she had seen her husband grow from a streamer with only a few hundred followers to a major influencer on the platform. Daphne tidied her disheveled hair in front of the vanity mirror. The woman in the mirror was twenty-eight, with fine lines already forming at the corners of her eyes—a consequence of three years of late nights managing Asher’s data. She picked up a comb and noticed that her wedding ring was missing from her right ring finger—likely removed to avoid scratching the keyboard. The simple platinum band lay quietly beside the keyboard, gleaming coldly under the desk lamp. She hesitated for a moment but ultimately left it off. After applying a bit of lipstick to brighten her complexion, she took a deep breath and opened the door with a practiced, gentle smile. “Congratulations, another record broken,” she said, approaching Asher and naturally taking the half-empty beer can from his hand. “Drink less, you have an early stream tomorrow.” Asher smelled faintly of cologne, a birthday gift from her last year. He wore a white turtleneck sweater reserved for the Streaming Room, making his skin appear even fresher. At thirty-two, he looked much younger than his age, with barely any wrinkles at the corners of his eyes—after all, he never had to stare at a computer screen for long hours like she did. “With you supporting me, I’m not afraid of anything.” His voice was as smooth as silk, matching the “charming and single guy” persona he had for his audience. Daphne could feel envious glances from a few young interns. Jack, the assistant, joked, “Asher is so good to Daphne! We’re all jealous.” For a fleeting moment, Asher’s expression faltered. Daphne noticed his gaze briefly flick over the interns holding up their phones to take pictures, then he casually laughed it off: “Daphne is my most important partner. Without her, there would be no me today.” 0

He had said this countless times—during interviews, while accepting awards, at every occasion requiring a show of affection. Daphne lowered her head to pretend to straighten her clothes, hiding her suddenly reddened eyes. She was used to being the person behind the scenes, used to being overshadowed by Asher’s success. No one knew this woman, dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, bare-faced, was actually the largest individual shareholder of StarTech Innovations, with dividends enough to live lavishly for several lifetimes. “Daphne, Asher’s followers increased by another 200,000!” Liam, an intern, squeezed over excitedly, holding up his phone. “The comment section is full of people asking what kind of girls Asher likes! So many people say they want to be Mrs. Lewis!” Daphne’s smile froze. She reached for the phone, and on the screen under Asher’s latest video, the top comment read: [Asher said he’s waiting for true love. Is he hinting we still have a chance?] Asher’s official account had replied with a winking emoji. “It’s all part of the job.” Asher quickly snatched the phone from her hand and whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin, “You know, the single persona draws in more fans. Once we’re stable, I’ll introduce you, okay?” His voice was so low only she could hear it. Daphne nodded, just like she had countless times before. Three years ago, after her father suddenly passed away from a heart attack and her mother later succumbed to depression, she was left with shares enough for a carefree life and a broken heart. That’s when Asher appeared, like a light in her dark life. She sold the house her parents left her without hesitation, invested in his streaming career, and even quit her job as a designer to fully manage his operations. “I’ll tidy up the Streaming Room,” Daphne said softly, escaping the noisy living room. In Asher’s exclusive Streaming Room, Daphne mechanically organized the equipment. She had designed the less than 20-square-meter space herself—the soft ring light made the skin look flawless, the cameras were angled perfectly to highlight Asher’s strong jawline, and even the pale blue background wall was carefully chosen to complement his aura without stealing the spotlight. She touched the ergonomic chair Asher often sat in, the leather surface still warm with his body heat and faint cologne scent. His script for today’s stream lay on the table. Daphne flipped it open and saw a line highlighted with a marker: “Hinting at being single can increase fan interaction rates.” The phone suddenly vibrated—it was Asher’s phone, which he always forgot to take. Daphne intended to bring it to him but saw a message pop up on the screen: [Asher, were you hinting at me when you said you’re ‘waiting for the right person’ today? [Heart]] Daphne’s fingers hovered above the screen, her heartbeat suddenly racing. She shouldn’t look; it’s private. But some intuition compelled her to open the message. 0

The chat history showed that the contact, noted as “Samantha – XX University,” had been chatting with Asher for nearly two months. Above the latest message, Asher’s avatar showed a reply: [Been single too long, finally met someone who understands me.] Scrolling further revealed more explicit conversations: [You said during streaming you like girls with long hair, so I grew mine out [Photo]] [So obedient? Next time we meet, I’ll have to check the length [Kiss emoji]] Daphne felt the world spinning. With trembling fingers, she scrolled up, seeing that last Wednesday—when Asher claimed he was attending a “Platform business meeting”—he had sent this girl a hotel location. “Found my phone?” Asher walked in, still flushed from the alcohol. When he saw the phone in Daphne’s hand, his expression froze. “Yeah, someone just messaged…” Daphne handed over the phone, her voice eerily calm, “What was today’s stream about? It seemed popular.” Asher glanced at the phone, showing no emotion, then naturally locked the screen and pocketed it. “The usual, talked about life, sang some songs. Just script stuff, don’t overthink it.” He kissed her forehead, the gesture now seeming so deliberate. “I’ll go see them off; you should rest early.” Daphne stood still, watching her husband’s departing figure. She realized she hadn’t watched Asher’s streams as a viewer for a long time. She was always busy with backend work, and Asher never actively encouraged her to watch his content. Back in the bedroom, Daphne opened her tablet and searched for Asher’s stream replay. The latest episode was titled “A Thirty-Year-Old Single Man’s Views on Dating.” In the video, Asher flashed his trademark gentle smile at the camera: “I’ve always been waiting for someone who truly understands me, not caring about appearance, just the connection of souls…” Daphne turned off the video and went to the innermost part of the closet. There, in a locked drawer, she entered her birthdate as the password and took out a folder. Inside was the equity certificate of StarTech Innovations—the inheritance from her parents, accounting for 27% of the company’s total shares, valued at approximately 380 million yuan. Over the years, she had never touched this wealth, choosing instead to support her husband’s “career” from the shadows. Outside, Asher was bidding farewell to team members, his laughter clearly reaching up. Daphne stood behind the curtains, watching him embrace a young female assistant, his hand lingering on her waist for an unusually long time. A decision took shape in her heart. She needed to see with her own eyes who her husband really was beyond the camera. 0

The next day Daphne stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the cold marble countertop sending chills through her pajamas. She stared at herself in the mirror—her twenty-eight-year-old face had lost its youthful innocence, with a few faint lines at the corners of her eyes. She gently traced these marks of time with her fingers, remembering what Asher said during last night’s stream: “I really like girls in their early twenties, with that youthful vibe…” The faucet suddenly made a harsh noise, snapping her back to reality. From the living room came the sound of Asher and his team discussing their next “Single Male God” themed stream. Daphne took a deep breath, hung the towel back on the rack, and the metal hook clinked against the tiles with a crisp “ding.” “Daphne, can you help me look over this script?” Liam poked his head in, holding up a tablet. The abrupt squeak of the faucet jolted me back to reality. From the living room, I could hear Asher Lewis and his team discussing plans for the next live stream centered around the “Single Idol” theme. I took a deep breath, hung the towel back on the rack, and the metal hook made a sharp sound as it hit the tile. “Daphne, could you take a look at this draft?” Intern Liam peeked in, holding up a tablet. I took the tablet and saw a promo draft for a live stream on the screen: [Exclusive Scoop! Asher’s First Public Reveal of His Ideal Partner—Do You Qualify?] Below was a photo of Asher Lewis in a slightly unbuttoned white shirt, looking gently at the camera. “It looks good.” My voice was calm but seemed distant. “But ‘ideal partner’ might be too direct. Perhaps ‘the type he admires’ would work better.” “Wow! Daphne, you always have the best insights!” Liam excitedly took back the tablet. “Asher mentioned he wanted to thank a fan tonight who sent ten Rockets in a row, someone named ‘Sweetheart’ or something…” My fingers unconsciously tightened on the hem of my pajamas. I knew who “Sweetheart” was—last week, when Asher was showering, I saw a message pop up on his phone: [Thanks, Brother Asher, for the Necklace, I wear it every day 💖]. Asher had explained then that “it’s for work, to maintain fan relationships.” “Daphne? Are you okay? You look a bit pale…” “I’m fine, maybe just low blood sugar.” I forced a smile. “I’ll go get some water.” In the kitchen, cold water flowed from the faucet, soaking my sleeve. I turned off the tap, watching the droplets slide down my wrist. I dried my hands with a towel, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. Suddenly, laughter erupted from the living room. I peeked in to see Asher Lewis smiling brightly at his phone screen, surrounded by a few team members. “Wow! ‘Kitty’ just sent three more Yachts!” Assistant Jack exclaimed. “Asher, this one is a true fan!” Asher winked at the camera: “Thanks for the support, ‘Kitty.’ Remember to DM me your address, and I’ll send you a special gift~” His tone had the familiar intimacy of live streaming, with a slight upward lilt—a flirtatious technique I knew all too well. I retreated to the kitchen, my fingers swiftly tapping on my phone screen. Five minutes later, a new account named “Silent Snow” was successfully registered, with a profile picture of pure white. “`plaintext 55 At ten o’clock that night, Daphne sat in the study wearing headphones, with a tablet in front of her showing Asher Lewis’s live stream. The man on the screen seemed even more striking than in person—his meticulously styled hair, eyes gentle and smiling, and a white turtleneck sweater accentuating his chiseled jawline.

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Sixth wedding anniversary. My husband, Liam, promised me a big surprise. That night, he brought home his foster sister, Ava. “Ava is unexpectedly pregnant with my child.” “You can’t have children. This child will be adopted under your name, so we can have a child.” Ava strutted into the house confidently. “After all, the Johnson Family was originally my home! You’re the outsider!” Liam quickly tried to console me. “Ava is my sister, she’s spoiled. Don’t mind her.” But he seemed to forget, I once saved her life. If I wanted, I could take it back at any time. … When Liam brought Ava home, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were right behind him. I thought they were coming to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary, so I welcomed them with a smile until Liam spoke coldly. “Ava is pregnant with my child, and I’ve decided to keep it.” The smile on my face froze instantly. I stared at Liam in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing. Liam gently helped Ava to the sofa and turned to me. “Nora, you can’t have children. This child will be adopted under your name.” What shocked me wasn’t that he let his foster sister get pregnant but that he knew why I couldn’t have children, yet still chose to bring Ava home. Before I could respond, Ava sat on the sofa as if claiming her territory. “Bro, I helped you pick out this villa when you turned eighteen, right?” “I even said I wanted to move in with you. You said it was your wedding house. But hey, now I’m living here anyway.” Mr. Johnson took the central seat, looking at Ava with affection. “Ava, your brother’s house is your house. You could always come and go as you please.” Mrs. Johnson chimed in, “Exactly! We’re family! We can’t become distant just because Nora came in!” I remained silent. Mrs. Johnson’s words implied I was ruining their family harmony. Liam saw my silence and pulled me aside to comfort me softly. “Honey, I’ve talked to Ava. She’ll move out once the baby is born.” “Can you get along during this time? For my sake.” Before I could refuse, Ava started pretending. “Oh! My stomach hurts! Bro, where did you go?!” Liam immediately let go of me and rushed to Ava. “What’s wrong, Ava? Where does it hurt? Let me massage it for you.” Not only Liam, but even Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were fussing over her, massaging her legs and back. Ava looked at me with eyes full of provocation. “The baby is kicking me. It only stops when you touch my belly, Bro.” Liam looked at her indulgently and said, “You’re talking nonsense! The baby is too small to kick. I think you just want me to touch you!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked at them happily and joked. “A bit of fuss is good! Must be a boy!” “Ava, work hard to give the Johnson Family a son. We can’t let someone end our lineage!” They glanced at me as if I couldn’t understand the sarcasm. Ava laughed heartily. “I think a daughter is great too. I’ll have a daughter this time and a son next. The son will have a sister to care for him!” The couple was amused, clapping happily. “Sis-in-law, I’m a bit thirsty. Can you pour me a glass of milk?” “It’s not me who wants to drink, it’s the baby.” Ava looked at me smugly, as if she hadn’t humiliated me enough. I stood still, coldly staring at Liam, surprised he allowed Ava’s behavior. “Honey, could you please get Ava a glass of milk?” I didn’t move or speak, just stared at Liam, showing my dissatisfaction. We stood like this until Liam finally gave in, sighed, and stood up. “I’ll get Ava the milk.” He turned and headed to the kitchen. Ava began her mocking again. “Sis-in-law is really the spoiled princess, can’t even pour a glass of water.” “Seems like my brother does all the housework.” I watched her coldly, not bothering to refute. Knowing there were servants, she still spoke such nonsense. Not wanting to see their fake family harmony anymore, I decided to take a bath to calm down. But the scene I saw after coming out of the bath, made it impossible to stay calm. Ava was lying openly on my and Liam’s bed!

I was so shocked I forgot to dry my hair, glaring at Ava with anger. “What are you doing in my bed?” Ava turned over, propping her chin with her hand, smiling at me. “My brother said I could choose any room. I chose this one. Is there a problem?” “If there is, tell my brother, don’t give me attitude.” Clenching my fists, ready to explode, Liam came in and pulled me to the guest room. “Honey, Ava is pregnant, don’t be angry with her.” I sneered, looking at him with hatred. “Is getting your foster sister pregnant something to brag about?” “Liam, how do you have the face to see me?” Liam hugged me tightly, filled with regret. “I’m sorry, honey.” “Three months ago, at the family gathering, you didn’t go because of work. I got drunk.” “The next morning, Ava was beside me. I was too drunk and thought she was you…” “Today, Ava told me she’s three months pregnant. I had no choice but to bring her here.” I pushed Liam away, finding his excuses ridiculous! “You got drunk? Then what about Ava? Was she drunk too?” “You mistook her for me. Who did she mistake you for?” “And why tell us on our anniversary? Isn’t it on purpose?!” Liam’s face looked awkward, not knowing how to respond. Seeing my dripping hair, he quickly grabbed a towel to dry it, speaking softly. “Honey, let me dry your hair. Don’t catch a cold.” Liam always dried my hair after I washed it. It was a little ritual between us, because he heard as a child that drying your wife’s hair means lifelong love. I softened, excusing Liam in my heart. Maybe he really mistook Ava for me. Once she gives birth, everything will go back to normal. Suddenly, Ava’s voice came from the next room. “Bro! Where did you go?!” Liam’s hand paused, replying from a distance. “I’m drying my wife’s hair. Talk later!” Ava wouldn’t let it go, still calling out. “I want, no, the baby wants you to touch!” “Bro, come quickly, or I’ll get mad!” Liam immediately put down my hair, hurriedly throwing a sentence before leaving. “I’ll go check on her.” And just like that, Liam didn’t return all night. And all night, I sat in the chair, waiting for Liam. I didn’t know when my hair dried. I didn’t know when my heart gave up.

The next morning, Ava left the master bedroom door slightly open. Passing by, I glimpsed her sitting on the bed having breakfast, with Liam feeding her. Seeing me, she spoke in a mocking tone. “Awake, sis-in-law? You sleep well. Do you always sleep till noon?” “I’m so jealous. You have such a good life, unlike me, woken up by the baby early.” She even patted her flat belly. Liam quickly tried to mediate, shoving a spoonful of porridge into Ava’s mouth. “Just eat your breakfast. Why so much talking?” “Hurry up. I have to go to the office. No time to feed you.” Ava pretended to get upset, bantering with Liam. “Brother favors sis-in-law! You were so patient feeding me earlier!” “Why act serious when she wakes up!” I had no energy to keep up with their act, finding it absurd. Liam had a serious cleanliness obsession. I couldn’t even bring coffee to drink in the bedroom, “Food isn’t allowed upstairs!” I had to eat my vitamins downstairs before coming up. Yet Ava was having breakfast in bed. Downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson glanced at me and started. “Finally up? In two hours, it’s lunchtime. Why not sleep till then?” Mrs. Johnson pretended to defend me mockingly. “She has your son spoiling her! He even dries her hair!” “Getting up late is fine. Not making your son carry her down is already good!” I didn’t let Liam carry me down, but someone else did. On the stairs, Liam was carrying Ava, step by step. “Sis-in-law, I’m pregnant with swollen feet. Bro carried me down. You don’t mind, right?” In the living room, the Johnsons barely glanced at me before launching into their comments. “Oh, you’re up now? Lunch is in two hours. Why not just wait until then to wake up?” Mrs. Johnson tried to defend me, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, she’s got your son wrapped around her finger! He even dries her hair for her!” “So what if she’s up late? At least she didn’t ask your son to carry her downstairs!” I hadn’t asked Liam to carry me; that was someone else’s doing. On the stairs, Liam was carrying Ava carefully in his arms, descending step by step. “Sister-in-law, I’m pregnant and my feet are swollen. I hope you don’t mind my brother carrying me down?” “Brother says I’m much heavier than you! It’s because you have such a good figure. I’ve gained seven or eight pounds with this baby!” Once he set her down on the sofa, Liam came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Honey, I’ve reserved a private room at the Sky Restaurant tonight to make up for missing our anniversary last night.” “I’m off to the office now. See you tonight.” With that, Liam hurried out the door. Not wanting to remain in this tense atmosphere, I went upstairs to the master bedroom to grab a change of clothes, intending to head out. As I turned around, Ava followed me inside and closed the door. “Sister-in-law, do you dislike me?” “After all… I’ve taken so much of my brother’s attention away from you.” I dismissed her words as childish provocation and didn’t want to engage. “No, as long as you’re happy.” Ava wasn’t ready to let it go. She walked over to the safe, watching me. “Sister-in-law, is that really true?” “As long as I’m happy, it’s okay?” I wasn’t sure what she was planning, so I just watched her with a cold expression. She opened the safe and took out the wedding ring that Liam and I shared, slipping mine onto her finger. Because the wedding ring was so valuable, Liam and I only wore it on special occasions, opting for simple matching rings the rest of the time. “Sister-in-law, do you know how I figured out the safe’s combination?” “Oh, let me just tell you, the code is my birthday. Surprised?” She admired the diamond ring on her finger repeatedly, taunting me. “Do you think if I ask my brother for this ring, he’d give it to me?” I didn’t expect to be provoked into anger. This ring held a special meaning for me. Back when I was saved from the brink of death, Liam took out this ring and said to me, “Nora, I’ll be responsible for you for the rest of my life.” “Marry me, and I won’t let you be in danger again.” Seeing the ring on Ava’s hand, I lost my senses and wanted to take it back. Before I could act, Ava suddenly fell to the ground on her own. “Oh no! Sister-in-law! Why did you push me? My stomach hurts!” “I’m sorry! I’ll move out right away! Please don’t hate me!” The Johnsons heard the commotion and burst in, seeing Ava on the floor and me standing to the side. They immediately assumed a fierce fight had occurred. Mr. Johnson quickly helped Ava up while Mrs. Johnson pointed at me and shouted. “You vile woman! You can’t stand seeing Ava pregnant, so you pushed her down!” “If I knew you were this vicious, I wouldn’t have let my son marry you!” Suddenly, Mr. Johnson shouted. Looking towards the sound, I saw blood all over Ava’s lower body! Outside the hospital room, Liam rushed over. Ava lay on the hospital bed, breathing steadily. The doctor hurried over to us with a report, asking, “Who is Ava’s family?” Liam was the first to respond, nervously asking the doctor. “I-I’m the father. Is there something wrong with the baby?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and said seriously. “The baby is currently fine, but the patient’s body has defects. If it continues, it might affect the child’s development.” Ava had a genetic defect since childhood, something we all knew. At twelve, she suddenly had an episode, fainting and convulsing at school. It was only after being sent to the hospital that her immunodeficiency and genetic defects were discovered. Presumably, her biological parents abandoned her at the orphanage after seeing she carried so many underlying conditions. She was adopted by the Johnson Family at eight. At twelve, when she was on the brink of death, she needed a healthy and matching bone marrow to survive. No one in the Johnson Family was a match, so Liam found me, begging on his knees for me to get tested, to save his sister. I went to the hospital with a try-it-and-see attitude, but surprisingly, I was a match! Back then, I was only sixteen and needed my parents’ consent to donate bone marrow. “Little girl, are you sure? Donating bone marrow isn’t as easy as you think.” “The most obvious is your health will decline, and it will take a decade to slowly recover, with countless other side effects.” “You’re not related to the patient. As a doctor, I want to save her, but I must tell you the risks.” Despite my family’s objections, I saw Liam’s pleading face and gritted my teeth to donate bone marrow to Ava. Already frail, I fell into a coma after the donation, and only after resuscitation was I pulled back from death’s door. Then Liam, at my bedside, took out that ring and made his promise. But I was left with a lifelong consequence of being unable to conceive. I didn’t expect that ten years later, Ava would relapse. Liam’s eyes suddenly lit up after hearing the doctor, gripping my hand tightly, saying to the doctor. “She can donate bone marrow! She’s a match for Ava!” I tried to pull my hand back, refusing Liam’s request. Unexpectedly, he turned and looked me in the eyes with anger, saying, “You did this to Ava! You owe it to her, even if it costs your life!” I ultimately didn’t resist and obediently followed the doctor into the operating room. After basic checks, the doctor found my health was also poor, and went out to tell Liam. “Mr. Johnson, are you sure? Miss James’s health is already bad. If we extract a large amount of bone marrow, I can’t guarantee her survival.” “Maybe we can check the national bone marrow registry for other matching volunteers?” Liam, almost hysterical, grabbed the doctor and shouted, “Now! Immediately! Perform the bone marrow transplant!” “If Ava gets hurt, I’ll hold the hospital responsible!” The doctor sighed and went into the room, piercing needles into my veins. I instantly felt dizzy, as if my soul was being drained, and my whole body began to convulse. The doctor stopped immediately, “Miss James, are you alright? Can you still handle it?” I gritted my teeth and nodded, urging the doctor to hurry so I could finally leave him behind. After it was over, I lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, unable to move, feeling numb all over. I even felt like I was floating, this near-death feeling was something I’d experienced ten years ago. Suddenly, a familiar figure rushed in, picking me up. “Nora James, you promised me you’d take care of yourself. You broke your word.” As he carried me out of the hospital, I heard Liam’s angry shouts echoing from the building. “Where’s Nora James!” “Even if you have to level the hospital, find her for me!” 5 When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a strange but cozy room. Sitting beside me was an old friend I hadn’t seen in six years—Jasper. He was holding a bowl of ginger and brown sugar tea, gently blowing on it to cool it down.

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I used to think I was the luckiest person in the world. Even though I have breast cancer, and my daughter was born blind in her right eye. But fortunately, I have a gentle doctor husband who never gave up on me. On the day of my surgery to remove one of my breasts due to worsening cancer, I accidentally overheard a conversation with my husband, Declan. “What if your wife finds out she isn’t sick at all, and you were just deceiving her to make Celeste happy? What would she do?” “What could she do? After today, she’ll be left with one breast and a blind daughter. It would be too late to beg me not to leave!” Laughter came from the consultation room. “Her daughter wasn’t blind to begin with, wasn’t it you who took one of her corneas at birth to give to Celeste’s daughter? Why only take one? You should have blinded both of her eyes!” “Don’t rush, this is just to see if Celeste’s daughter has any rejection reaction. I’ll arrange for the other eye’s surgery next week.” Next week? That will be Declan’s downfall. 01 If I hadn’t left my patient wristband in my husband’s office, And went back to hear all of this, I would already be on the operating table, having one of my breasts removed! Hearing the laughter from the office, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. Am I just a pawn to Declan, someone he can manipulate and destroy just to please Celeste? “Dr. Declan, your wife’s surgery is about to start, aren’t you going to check on her?” Declan’s assistant’s voice came from inside. “What’s there to see? Even if she dies on the operating table, I wouldn’t care. She’s not even a complete woman anymore, just thinking about it makes me more disgusted!” Declan replied impatiently, and I could imagine his disdainful expression behind the door. “Sigh, aren’t you going too far? Her body is perfectly fine…” The assistant’s voice sounded hesitant, perhaps battling with the last bit of conscience. Suddenly, there was a sound of something being smashed on the ground, followed by Declan’s slightly angry voice. “Who told her to have a better figure than Celeste! It’s normal for Celeste to dislike her! Besides, it’s just one breast, there’s still the other one!” “And her blind daughter, too, leaving her with one cornea was already a grace! Letting her enjoy these four years of light!” “Next week, I’ll take her left cornea for Celeste’s daughter!” Listening to Declan’s angry voice, the assistant dared not say another word. I quietly left the office and went into the operating room to tell the attending physician, Gideon. “I suddenly have an urgent matter today, can we cancel the surgery?” Gideon actually looked relieved, “I always said you didn’t need the surgery, it’s great to hear you say this…” Gideon was my senior in university, and six months ago, he transferred to this hospital as the chief oncologist. When he first took over my case, Gideon showed a puzzled expression. “Maeve, which hospital diagnosed you with breast cancer? I looked at your CT report, and everything seems normal.” “It’s just some mild breast nodules, caused by long-term anxiety, it’ll go away when you’re in a better mood.” But under Declan’s influence, I was more willing to believe my own husband. I still remember the first time Declan told me I had breast cancer, I felt like the sky was falling. Declan held me tightly, looking at me with deep affection and said, “Honey, we’ll actively treat this, I won’t leave you.” So under his guidance, I underwent chemotherapy again and again, soon after losing hair and losing weight rapidly. I became as withered as a tree. “Honey, the side effects of chemotherapy are quite severe, I’ll stay with you through it.” Just like that, under Declan’s manipulation, I was convinced I had cancer. Even though Gideon raised objections multiple times, I only refuted him with Declan’s words. “My husband said, cancer isn’t something you look at on the surface, you have to look at it in the long term!” “I still need to watch my daughter grow up, I must eliminate any factors that could cause cancer in the future!” I had my doubts too, why would Gideon, an ophthalmologist, know so much about oncology? It was full of loopholes, but for love, I chose to deceive myself. Seeing Gideon in the operating room breathe a sigh of relief, I said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Dr. Gideon, I trusted the wrong person before.” Gideon waved his hand, looking relaxed and said, “It’s not too late now, if you underwent this surgery today, there really would be no turning back.” I looked up, staring directly at Gideon, a plan for revenge forming in my heart. “Dr. Gideon, I want to ask you to help me put on a show.” 02 When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed, my upper body wrapped in bandages. It took a while before Declan came into the room, with Celeste following behind! He walked to the bedside, gently held my hand, and said affectionately, “Dr. Gideon said the surgery was a success, but the bandages can’t be removed yet.” I nodded weakly, not saying a word. Celeste, however, sat on the couch and started eating the snacks on the table. “Maeve! You really had one of your breasts removed! Tsk tsk, what a pity.” “Remember in high school, the boys were all after you because of those two pieces of meat!” Celeste has been my best friend since childhood, and since puberty, she’s consciously competed with me. Whether it’s grades, looks, or love, she must always be first. I developed better than her, so she would join with the boys to ridicule my physical features, making me only dare to wear loose clothes for years. In high school, when a boy and I had a mutual affection, Celeste found out and confessed to him first. After getting together with the boy, she quickly dumped him, as if just to prove to me that she got him first. As for grades, she often sabotaged me the night before exams. Either by setting up prank calls in the middle of the night to wake me, or by calling some hooligans to shout outside my building at night. And today I found out, She had already been involved with my husband! Watching her smug look on the couch, I wanted to tear her face apart. “Celeste, it was you the boys were after.” “Weren’t you with almost every one of them?” I said quietly from the hospital bed. Celeste froze for a moment, clearly not expecting me to say that. She suddenly stood up, pointing at me. “I think you’re just jealous! Trying every way to grab their attention with tight clothes!” “Didn’t expect they preferred me! It’s only Declan you managed to fool! If you don’t believe me, ask him!” “Declan, I’ll give you another chance, who do you choose, me or Maeve?” She said, throwing a flirtatious glance at Declan, which I caught. Declan coughed awkwardly, then slowly said, “Do you want the truth or a lie?” Celeste looked down at me, smugly saying, “Go ahead and tell the truth, Maeve doesn’t like hearing lies, right?” Declan didn’t look at me, instead, he looked at Celeste with amusement. “It should…be you, Celeste. I’ve been with my wife too long, it’s not about liking or disliking anymore.” “It’s more of a family responsibility.” Celeste laughed triumphantly, looking at me with a winner’s posture. But I stared at Declan, asking him, “Honey, are you sure you want to say you prefer Celeste right after my surgery?” Declan, annoyed by my question, answered with a hint of anger. “This is just hypothetical! See, you’re taking it seriously again.” “You take things too seriously, that’s why I find Celeste more interesting.” Watching the two of them acting in sync, I couldn’t help but smirk internally, Enjoy it while it lasts, your good days are numbered. 03 Early the next morning, I went through the discharge procedures, Normally, I should stay in the hospital for 3 days. But I didn’t actually have surgery, and Gideon approved my discharge backstage. As soon as I got home, my daughter ran to me, jumping up and down and hugging me, “Mom! Dad said you were having surgery in the hospital! Are you okay!” “Lark missed you a lot, but she was very good about eating and sleeping on time.” I kissed my daughter’s little cheeks twice, “Mom’s fine! From today on, Mom won’t leave you for a single day!” My daughter twirled around happily, then excitedly told me, “Mom, tomorrow there’s a play at school! I’m going to perform on stage!” “The teacher said I can invite my mom and dad! Will you and dad come to watch me?” Seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, of course, I wanted to go, but I wasn’t sure if Declan would have time. “Sweet Lark, of course, Mom will go. I’ll call Dad right now.” With that, I took out my phone to call Declan. It rang for a long time before his impatient voice came through. “Didn’t I say no calling during work unless it’s important!” Afraid my daughter would hear Declan’s impatient tone, I went to the balcony before replying. “I saw it’s lunchtime…so I called.” “Our daughter has a school play tomorrow, let’s go watch together?” Looking into my daughter’s hopeful eyes, I wanted to say yes, but I wasn’t sure if Declan was available. “Sweetheart, Lark, of course, I’ll go. Let me call your dad right now.” With that, I took out my phone and dialed Declan. The phone rang for a long time before he answered, sounding impatient. “Haven’t I told you not to bother me at work unless it’s an emergency?” Worried that my daughter might hear Declan’s impatience, I stepped out onto the balcony before responding. “I noticed it was your lunch break, so I figured it was a good time to call.” “There’s a play at our daughter’s school tomorrow. Do you think we can watch it together?” To my surprise, Declan got angry on the other end of the line. “Don’t I deserve a break during lunch too? My life doesn’t revolve around you!” “I’ve already promised Celeste that I’d be at her daughter’s performance. Lark and her daughter go to the same school. Just let her know I’ll be there.” “I’ll be there anyway. Kids don’t understand much.” Before hanging up, I heard Celeste’s teasing voice in the background. “Who’s bothering us during lunch~” I ended the call and returned to the room, putting on a smile for my daughter. “Dad said he’ll come! But he’s too busy to leave with us.” “But he’ll be there watching Lark perform!” My daughter jumped with joy and ran back to her room to practice her lines for the play. The next day, I arrived at my daughter’s school early with a camera to capture the precious moments. I quietly made my way backstage, planning to film my daughter getting ready, when laughter erupted from the dressing room. “Lark Jiang, you’re a one-eyed pirate! A little blind girl, hahaha!” “My mom said you can’t see with one eye! You’re a one-eyed pirate!” Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw my daughter dressed as a pirate, her blind eye covered with an eye patch. Suddenly, Celeste and her daughter appeared. Celeste looked at Lark with disdain. “Lark Jiang, this role suits you perfectly. You’re missing an eye, and your mom’s missing a breast. What a pair of incomplete mother and daughter.” The kids didn’t understand Celeste’s words, but they found them funny. So, they all laughed, pointing at my daughter and calling her a one-eyed pirate! I rushed in and picked up my daughter, whose eyes were red with hurt, but she didn’t cry until I came in. Then, she clung to my neck and sobbed. “Mommy, I don’t want to perform anymore. I want to go home…” I gently patted Lark’s back to comfort her. “It’s okay, Lark. If you don’t want to perform, we won’t. Let’s go home.” But Celeste wasn’t done, smiling wickedly at me. “Maeve, kids are just playing around. They don’t know any better. You’re taking it too seriously.” “Declan will scold you again when he sees this.” Seeing her brazenly hurting Lark, I made up my mind. With a slight smile, I looked at Celeste and said, “If I remember correctly, your daughter also can’t see out of one eye?” Celeste got defensive upon hearing my words. “What nonsense are you talking about! It’s fine if your daughter is one-eyed, but why drag my daughter into it?” Her daughter mimicked her, arrogantly glaring at Lark. “Yeah! I’m playing the princess, and you’re a pirate! My mommy said pirates are thieves of the sea!” “Lark Jiang, you’re a thief!” My daughter, who had just calmed down, began to sob again, muttering softly. “I’m not a thief…” Seeing my daughter’s hurt expression broke my heart! “Kids, it turns out someone who can’t see out of one eye can be a princess! So our Lark is a princess too!” “Nora can’t see out of one eye either! If you don’t believe me, cover her right eye, and she won’t see a thing!” The kids, hearing this, rushed over playfully, covering one of Nora’s eyes. Sure enough, she immediately couldn’t see, stumbling around. Celeste hurriedly pushed the kids away and held Nora tightly in her arms. She glared at me, saying, “Maeve! You used the kids to harm my daughter! How can you do this to a child!” I scoffed, questioning her back. “Didn’t you teach them? If you hadn’t brought it up, would the kids have been so malicious?” Celeste opened her mouth to retort, but the teacher and other parents walked in, and she had to stop. I picked up my daughter and was about to leave, but she insisted on staying. “Mommy, Nora can’t see out of one eye, but she can be a princess. Why can’t I?” I crouched down, stroking my daughter’s head, and gently explained. “Lark, do you know why pirates wear an eye patch?” “It’s not because they can’t see out of one eye. It’s to quickly adapt to darkness and defeat their enemies.” “Our Lark is the same. Wait for the enemy’s weakest moment in the dark, and take them down.” Lark suddenly looked up, her eyes shining brightly. “Mommy, I want to continue performing!” The performance that day went smoothly. Lark’s portrayal of the little pirate overshadowed the lead, drawing applause from the audience.

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When I was crushed by the panicked horse at the zoo, it dawned on me why Asher had brought me there—he wanted to kill me again! This marked his 99th attempt to take my life. Yet again, his plan would fail. I asked the system, “Is the villain’s malice level about to max out?” The system replied, “Yes, it’s at 99%. Just one more incident, and you can release yourself from being the villain’s little wife and choose a new identity.” “Available identities are: A. Villain’s stepmother; B. Swap identities with the villain; C. Return to your own body as the corpse sister.” “Help!” “Ah!” “Run!” The horse’s high hooves and Asher’s indifferent back descended together, one tearing at my body, the other shattering my heart. I lay on the ground, trampled repeatedly by the frenzied horse, blood surging from my broken organs, pouring from my mouth, ears, and nose. The cries and screams of the crowd mixed with the horse’s frantic neighs, pounding in my ears, making me dizzy. Despite the pain and despair, I suddenly wanted to laugh at my own foolishness. Yesterday, when Asher suddenly invited me to the zoo, I foolishly thought… He finally wanted to accept me. But it was just a crueler way to die, trampled by a mad horse! Asher, this is truly a painful enough death to make me give up!

The sharp smell of disinfectant pulled me back from endless darkness. Although the system wouldn’t let me die, each death felt real. From the pain of the first death to the later ones, I was left with only numbness and despair. The fear of death, with its body and soul pain and boundless loneliness, was still vivid. I curled up, hugging myself, tears like a broken kite falling one by one: “Asher, it hurts.” “Asher, I’m scared.” “Asher, save me.” …I cried and cried, on and off for a month. But the Asher who descended like a god in the alley at 18 to save me never came. Worse, the one who saved me became the source of all my pain.

At 18, I was cornered in an alley by a gang of thugs. Their laughter was piercing, making lewd jokes, their sticky, disgusting gazes seemed to strip me bare. Dirty hands roamed my body, filling me with nausea and despair. I struggled and called for help, but a foul mouth came to gag me, leaving me helpless. “What are you doing?!” At my most desperate moment, Asher appeared. He pushed me aside, “Run!” He held them off alone, no matter how bloodied, he kept them at bay. Later, when everyone called me shameless, or even when I thought I was dirty, he firmly told me, “You’re not wrong, the wrong ones are those who did it.” He was the light in the darkness, my last straw before dying. So, even though the system gave me four identity choices, in my eyes, there was only ever the choice of being Asher’s wife.

“Asher.” In my daze, I seemed to hear Asher’s voice. I got up in joy and followed it. In the next room, I saw him and also… Beatrix. Asher’s adopted sister, the cherished white moonlight he didn’t dare to touch. He was reading her a story with a tenderness I had never seen. Before marrying Asher, our relationship wasn’t this horrible Once, I got stabbed 18 times saving Asher, feeling my blood drain futilely on a rainy night until death. Since then, I feared every rainy night, often crying and begging him to stay with me for a while, but he always refused. Let alone reading a story so gently. The voice stopped, and Asher looked at the sleeping Beatrix, suppressing his feelings for a long time, but he couldn’t help leaning in, leaving a kiss on her lips: “Beatrix, wait for me.” “I’ll soon make Adeline repay you with her heart.”

Heart…?! I hid back in my room, burying myself in the blankets. But no matter how unwilling, Asher still came. Before he arrived, his voice preceded him, “Adeline, even this didn’t kill you.” Asher disdainfully threw a stack of papers at my face, “Sign it.” It was an organ donation agreement. Donor: Adeline. Recipient: Beatrix. Organ: Heart.

My nails dug into my palm. I looked at this man I’ve loved and hated for seven years . My throat tightened, and despite opening my mouth several times, no sound came out. Until the tenth time, I finally spoke, my voice trembling and choking, “Asher, that’s my heart! I’ll die.” “Then just die.” Asher didn’t even bother to look at me, casually throwing out his words: “Stop pretending.” “You won’t die, and this heart is what you owe Beatrix.” “If you hadn’t focused on saving me and not saved Beatrix,” “She wouldn’t have stayed in the rain so long and gotten sick.” “If you hadn’t used the fact you saved me to force me to marry you,” “How would Beatrix have gotten so agitated and triggered a heart condition?!” But to save you, I was bled dry, to death! How could I save Beatrix? Marrying me was your own idea to show your grandfather you valued emotions to fight for inheritance! How is it all my fault?

Bitter tears seeped into my heart, leaving me powerless. I could only shake my head, “It’s not me, it’s not me.” Asher remained focused on his phone, a smile I’ve never seen on his lips. He played a voice message, and a soft voice on the other end cooed, “Brother, where are you? Beatrix misses you.” He replied gently, “Beatrix, be good, brother is coming back soon.” Then, he turned off his phone, his face cold towards me, “Adeline, are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink?” “Come, pin her down and make her sign.” At his command, the bodyguards swarmed in, forcibly holding my hand to sign the donation agreement. In the chaos, inappropriate hands even slipped under my clothes, touching my chest, reaching between my legs. The disgusting, sticky sensation of so many hands made me want to vomit. I struggled desperately, “What are you doing?!” “Let me go!” “Let me go, no!” I was back in that alley from seven years ago, a crack opened in my heart, tearing wider. Desperate, I reached out: “Asher, Asher, save me!” But Asher just stood there coldly watching, suddenly kicking the bed, cursing, “Slut.” “Can you not be without a man for even a moment?!” He turned away in disgust, “Hurry up, and give me the donation agreement later.”

To ensure I could provide Beatrix a healthy heart, Asher had my room heavily guarded. Knowing I was from Southern Carolina, where I couldn’t live without spicy food, he changed my diet, forcing me to eat low-salt meals every day. Everything was boiled, without any seasoning. I endured a day, two days… I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and vomited until I was dizzy. The bodyguards reported to Asher, whose voice was icy, “Drama queen!” “If she won’t eat, can’t you force-feed her?” The bodyguards pinned my hands, held my feet, pried open my mouth, and poured food down my throat. The bland liquid spilled all over me, sticky and disgusting. I was like cattle waiting to be slaughtered, force-fed to fatten me up so the greedy diners could have another bite at the table later. Soon, an itch crept up. I looked at the bowl in disbelief, familiar yellow specks—egg. And I’m allergic to eggs. I tried to speak, but the constant stream of food blocked my voice. My whole body itched, my throat swelled rapidly, and I twisted and turned in pain, trying to escape. Even if my limbs bled, twisted, or broke, triggering the wounds from the horse trampling that hadn’t healed, I couldn’t break free. Instead, I was pinned down more forcefully on the bed.

I was pinned down like a dog or pig, while Asher was telling jokes to make Beatrix laugh. Beatrix giggled cutely, then said, “By the way, brother.” “Is Adeline really willing to give me her heart?” “She won’t pretend to agree and then run away on the surgery day, will she?!” Beatrix sobbed a bit, “Brother, if Adeline runs, won’t I die on the operating table?” “I’m scared!” Asher hugged her gently, “She won’t.” So, he ordered his men, “Seal Adeline’s room completely with iron.” “Give her a shot every day.” “Before the surgery, let her lie on the bed like a vegetable.”

The room was turned into an iron cage, and I was drugged daily, muddled, waiting for death on the bed. “Adeline, now you know how it feels.” “Don’t blame me for being ruthless, blame yourself for being cheap! For taking my brother away.” This voice was Beatrix! “I can’t leave brother, I’ll die without him.” “So… I can only let you die.” Beatrix laughed softly, then added, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition at all.” “Inject her with drugs every day.” “Before the surgery, let her stay in bed in a vegetative state.” The hospital room felt like an iron cage. Every day, I was drugged, lying there, waiting for death. “Adeline, it’s your turn now.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame yourself for foolishly taking my Brother.” It was Beatrix’s voice! “I can’t live without Brother. Without him, I’ll die.” “So… I have no choice but to let you die.” Beatrix chuckled, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition.” “I bribed the doctor to say I did, just so Brother would give me your heart, leading to your death!” My breathing quickened. She never had a heart condition! It was all a lie to deceive Asher! I must tell Asher!!! “You’re awake?!” Beatrix noticed my reaction, exclaiming in surprise. I tried to control my emotions, pretending to know nothing. Beatrix examined me closely, “Is she… not awake?” “Hmph.” Beatrix’s eyes darkened, “Whether you’re awake or not, as long as you die, that’s what matters.” “You’re going to die anyway, whether sooner or later makes no difference.” “Let me help you leave this world a bit earlier.” She laughed, “An early death means an early rebirth!” The room’s temperature began to rise. She intended to burn me! I suddenly realized her plan. I wanted to run, to scream, but the drugs left me paralyzed. The heat intensified, scorching my body. I rolled off the bed; the door was only ten meters away, but it felt like an unreachable distance. I clawed toward it with all my might, leaving scratch marks on the iron. Bloodstains crisscrossed the floor, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. My skin peeled off as I crawled, my dying cries echoing—someone, save me, help me! The pain was unbearable! Save me! Save me!!! In my final moments, I heard Asher’s voice: “Quick! Save her!!!” He sounded frantic. Was it for me? “Brother.” “My heart hurts.” Beatrix frowned, clutching her chest. “What?!” Asher panicked, immediately scooping up Beatrix, “Everyone, clear the route to the nearest hospital!” “What about Mrs.?” He turned sharply, our eyes meeting across the hospital room. “Brother!” Beatrix clung to his hand, crying, “It hurts so much!” Asher hesitated no more, carrying Beatrix out: “Forget her, she won’t die!” Beatrix clutched her chest, crying, “Brother, I actually caused Sister Adeline’s accident.” She lowered her head, voice choked, “I wanted to have a candlelight dinner with Brother, but accidentally knocked over the candle.” “Brother, am I stupid?” “You can scold me, hit me.” She clung to Asher’s sleeve, pleading, “Just don’t leave me!” No, she did it on purpose to burn me! Asher comforted her, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid, Beatrix.” “It’s not your fault; maybe it’s Adeline’s karma.” …… Their voices faded away, leaving me to be consumed by the fire. Karma? I wanted to laugh but had no strength to move. I wanted to cry, but tears had long run dry for Asher. David said a person dies three times in life. I had died seven times for Asher. I should let go. Memories flashed through my mind, those unforgettable moments fading away. Asher, I don’t love you anymore. System: “Calculating the male lead’s malice value…” With that, I fell into nothingness. On the first day of Adeline’s death, Asher was busy consoling the frightened Beatrix. On the second day, Asher took Beatrix on a Ferris wheel ride. On the third day, Asher frowned. Adeline used to return to him within three days. On the fourth day, Asher carved a bunny out of an apple for Beatrix, remembering how he used to cheer up Adeline with it. On the fifth day, Asher felt a void in his heart. He told himself, she loved you too much to leave! On the sixth day, Asher saw Adeline’s figure everywhere in a daze. Asher panicked. He kept asking his subordinates, “Has Adeline been here?” Asher kicked over everything in front of him, “Where is Adeline?!” “Where is she?” “Hurry, find her for me!” “But… Mr. He, Mrs. already died in that fire!” Asher froze in shock. Adeline, dead?! “Shut up!!!” He glared at the speaker, “Impossible! She can’t be dead!” “She can’t be dead!!!” Asher went mad. He started searching for me everywhere, turning over every inch of land. But it was too late. Asher searched for an entire month but never found me. After drinking a whole case of liquor, he returned once more to the place where I was burned to death. The sight of charred ruins struck Asher’s heart. “Adeline!” He stumbled inside, frantically digging through the rubble, “Adeline, I didn’t allow you to die!” “You’re not allowed to die!” He searched all night until dawn finally unearthed a decayed corpse. The rotting body had been burnt to a crisp, covered in dark red blood stains. The stench was overwhelming, but Asher felt nothing. He held the corpse tightly, tears streaming down his face, “Adeline, Adeline, I was wrong.” “I’m sorry, please come back?!” “I’m begging you, if you come back,” “I’ll do anything.” “Really? What if I want you all dead?” As a corpse, I grinned. One minute earlier. System: “Male lead’s malice value calculation complete, reaching 100%” “You may unbind from the CEO’s trophy wife status and select a new identity.” “Available identities: A CEO’s stepmother; B switch identities to become CEO; C return to your body as the corpse queen.” “Please choose.” Remembering the agony of my blood being drained in the rain, The pain of being tortured to death, The agony of being trampled to death by horses, …… And being burned to death in the fire, I want Asher, Beatrix, and everyone who hurt me, To face retribution! With a plan in mind, I smiled and said, “I want them all.” 16 Watching Asher’s terrified eyes, I chuckled, “Just a little joke.” Asher looked at me, resembling a dried corpse, in disbelief. “Adeline?!”

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I possess the Sacred Blood, and the blood within me can heal any ailment. In my previous life, it was only after I cured the paralyzed legs of a billionaire CEO that I discovered the Mitchell Family had decreed that anyone who healed Ethan Mitchell would become the lady of their household. Ethan Mitchell was compelled to marry me. Fiona Johnson, who had risked her life to gather the Himalayan Snow Lotus for him, was so stunned by the news that she fell off a cliff and disappeared. A year later, Ethan found Fiona’s frozen body and forced me to cut my wrists to save her. “If only I had waited for Fiona to return with the Snow Lotus and heal me, we could have grown old together. You killed her!” “Lydia Smith, didn’t you claim your blood is a miracle cure? Then bring Fiona back to life!” I pleaded with him tearfully. “Fiona has been dead for a year. I can heal diseases, but I can’t bring the dead back to life.” But Ethan refused to listen to my explanation and watched as I bled to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day the Mitchell Family asked me to treat Ethan. Seeing Ethan sitting in his wheelchair with a gloomy expression, I smiled faintly. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs are beyond repair; no one can heal them.” ⋯⋯

Hearing my words, Ethan slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes burning with growing anger. “Get out of here, you fraud!” I raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to Mrs. Mitchell beside me. “Mrs. Mitchell, if the Smith Family says an ailment is incurable, then it truly is. You might want to consider having another child while you’re still young.” As soon as I finished speaking, the teacup in Ethan’s hand hurled directly at me. I moved aside to dodge it. With a crash, the expensive teacup shattered on the floor. Mrs. Mitchell, startled, quickly apologized to me. “Miss Smith, I’m sorry. I apologize on Ethan’s behalf. It’s just his condition…” I brushed it off nonchalantly. “I understand. It’s normal for a crippled and impotent man to have a warped mind.” Seeing Ethan tremble with anger, I turned and left the Mitchell Family. Mrs. Mitchell chased after me, pleading softly. “Miss Smith, is there really no way? I’ve heard the Smith Family has a secret cure for all ailments. If you can heal Ethan’s legs, the Mitchell Family will fulfill any request you have.” But it wasn’t that he couldn’t be cured; it was that I wouldn’t cure him. In my last life, Ethan blamed me for Fiona’s death, stubbornly believing that if Fiona had brought back the Snow Lotus, it would have healed his legs. Had he thought calmly, he would have realized the Snow Lotus was merely a supplement. Its supposed miraculous properties were nothing but exaggerated tales. Yet, when he discovered I used my blood to heal his legs, he watched me die, hoping to resurrect Fiona. Before I died, I overheard the servants of the Mitchell Family talking. It turned out Fiona didn’t fall off the cliff because of the Snow Lotus. She was discovered by the wife of her wealthy patron when she tried to marry into the Mitchell Family and was thrown off the cliff. This time, I won’t get involved in their entanglements. I wish them a long and happy life together. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs, I can’t help.” Ethan came out and heard my words, his deep voice filled with anger. “Mom, Fiona has already flown to the Rocky Mountains. Once she brings back the Himalayan Snow Lotus, my legs will definitely be healed.” “My affairs don’t concern others.” Mrs. Mitchell sighed deeply. “The Himalayan Snow Lotus only helps your legs recover. To stand again, it’s far from enough. The Smith Family is your last hope…” Ethan remained stubborn. “I said, Fiona can heal me.” I gave Ethan a long look and bid farewell to Mrs. Mitchell as I left. Just as I walked out of the Mitchell Family’s gate, a black business car stopped in front of me. A woman got out and knelt before me. “Miss Smith, please save my son…” 【2】

It turned out that a year ago, the accident injured not only Ethan Mitchell but also his arch-enemy, Nolan Johnson of the Johnson Family. After that car accident, Nolan became a vegetative state. Having endured a painful past life, I wouldn’t casually use my blood to save people again, so I refused Mrs. Johnson’s request. Mrs. Johnson didn’t press further and left in tears. A week later, I received an invitation to a Mitchell Family banquet. Fiona had returned with the Himalayan Snow Lotus. Mrs. Mitchell feared there might be issues with Fiona’s medicine and asked me to attend and check it. At the banquet, Fiona stayed close to Ethan. Mrs. Mitchell held my hand, her face full of worry. “I’m not afraid that Fiona’s medicine won’t work. I’m just worried that Ethan will be disappointed again and won’t be able to handle the blow.” “We’ve tried everything in the past year. I’ve watched the hope in Ethan’s eyes fade away bit by bit. As a mother, I really have no choice…” Before I could offer comfort, Fiona pushed Ethan over. “Aunt, don’t worry. I can definitely help Ethan stand up. I almost died in the Rocky Mountains for this Himalayan Snow Lotus.” Ethan held Fiona’s hand, looking deeply moved. “Fiona, when I stand up, I’ll throw you a grand wedding.” “Ethan, I believe in you.” Fiona turned to look at me, her smile ambiguous. “I’m not like those fraudulent doctors. I’m confident I can heal Ethan’s legs.” As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of the renowned doctors who had treated Ethan’s legs turned sour. “Miss Johnson, you speak boldly. Are you sure you can heal Mr. Mitchell’s legs?” “You’re not even a medical professional, yet you dare to question our expertise?” “Even Miss Smith from the medical family Smith Family said Mr. Mitchell’s legs couldn’t be healed. I don’t believe a young girl like you has that ability!” Although Ethan felt Fiona spoke rashly, he still defended her. “I believe Fiona can heal me!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fiona thought I was mocking her. She gritted her teeth in anger but forced a smile. “Miss Smith, I heard you’re the most outstanding doctor of your generation in the Smith Family. But you refused the Mitchell Family and then the Johnson Family. It’s hard not to suspect you can’t actually treat illnesses.” I smiled slightly. “Then I’m very much looking forward to the day Miss Johnson makes Mr. Mitchell stand.” Seeing me laugh instead of getting angry, Fiona bit her lip. “Are you upset I stole your thunder? I know Aunt favors you and wants you to marry Ethan. But now, only I can heal Ethan’s legs.” Sitting in the wheelchair, Ethan sneered. “Lydia Smith, even if you could heal me, I wouldn’t agree to marry you. Moreover, you’re just a fraud. When my mom introduced you, I thought you were someone impressive, but it seems you’re just so-so.” “Let me tell you, the only person I love is Fiona, and I will marry no one but her.” “No matter how many times you appear before me, I won’t spare you a glance.” Watching them act in sync, I just felt annoyed. “Mrs. Mitchell invited me to check Miss Johnson’s medicine. Since Mr. Mitchell trusts Miss Johnson so much, I won’t meddle.” After saying this, I wanted to leave, but Fiona blocked my way. “Lydia Smith, what do you mean by that?” I frowned. “Exactly what I said. If you don’t understand, look it up in a dictionary!” Fiona snorted coldly. “Lydia Smith, do you dare to bet with me? Bet on who can heal Ethan’s legs. The loser must kneel and admit defeat and never set foot in New York City again!” I paused, turned to her. “I’ll bet with you, but I won’t treat Ethan Mitchell. I’ll treat Nolan Johnson!”

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The only reason my wife, a swimming champion, forced our three-year-old son underwater to practice holding his breath was because he accidentally kicked her beloved Asher while swimming. The onlookers were frantic to jump in and save him, but my wife blocked them. Seeing our child struggle less and less in the water, I knelt on the ground, pleading with her to let him out. “He just learned to swim, he can’t hold his breath! He’ll drown! He didn’t mean to kick Asher, I’ll make him apologize, kneel before Asher, please just let him out—” But my wife just clung to her dear Asher’s shoulder, gently massaging his arm, not even glancing at me. “If you didn’t spoil him so much, he wouldn’t have kicked someone while swimming! I’m a swimming champion, don’t I know how to teach a child to swim? A doting father spoils his son, that’s what they say about you!” Half an hour later, our child finally floated to the surface on his own. When I broke through the crowd to pick him up, I found his face swollen and pale; he wasn’t breathing from drowning. I rushed him to the hospital without caring about anything else. Meanwhile, my wife was off to the side, flirting with Asher, choosing swimsuits for the next competition. Outside the emergency room, facing Mr. Quinn who had finally arrived, I couldn’t hold back anymore and cried out, “Liam is gone, and the five-year agreement is almost up. Please let me go, I don’t want anything anymore.” Mr. Quinn, full of guilt, helped me up with trembling hands and tried to comfort me, “Liam inherited Hazel’s swimming talent, he surely will be alright. Don’t worry too much, he will soon—” He didn’t even finish when the light in the emergency room went out, and the doctor shook his head regretfully at us. “I’m sorry, the child was brought in too late. The asphyxiation lasted too long, and he had no heartbeat before he even arrived. We did our best.” “Moreover, during the rescue, we found that he was different from a typical drowning. His stomach was filled with water, and there were binding marks on his ankles. Was this really an accidental drowning?” I looked up in disbelief and asked, “What did you say?” In an instant, images of Liam struggling underwater flashed through my mind. I thought he was just trying to complete his mother’s task, but I never imagined that Hazel would actually tie him up to prevent him from surfacing. How desperate he must have been. Hearing this, Mr. Quinn couldn’t speak any comforting words and angrily cursed, “Monster! She didn’t even spare her own child.” As soon as he finished speaking, someone delivered a fruit cake, saying it was sent by a Ms. Quinn. “Damn it.” Mr. Quinn looked at the cake in his hand and threw it to the ground. “She hurt her own son like this, didn’t even come herself, and even sent a cake through someone else. She must still be fooling around with that man, and that opportunist still wants to be my son-in-law, dream on!” “I’m calling her right now, making her kneel in front of Liam to atone!” But after dialing her number a dozen times, Hazel didn’t answer, only my phone rang. I answered with shaking hands, and Hazel’s impatient voice came through. “Nolan, running to my dad over a little thing, thinking you can fool me by playing the victim with Liam, dream on.” “It’s just holding his breath, and you took him to the hospital? Your son said he wanted to take over as champion, let him keep practicing, don’t embarrass me, Hazel Quinn!” “I even sent him his favorite fruit cake, what more do you want? Stop playing these petty tricks, I’m busy preparing for the next competition, don’t disturb me!” I glanced at the cake on the floor, filled with mangoes. Liam was allergic to mangoes since childhood. How ludicrous that Hazel claimed it was his favorite flavor. When the nurse pushed Liam’s body out, Mr. Quinn, who was cursing earlier, was suddenly speechless. He choked, trembling as he uncovered the white sheet over Liam’s face, nearly falling to the ground. “It’s all my fault, I didn’t raise my daughter right. But Nolan, even though the five-year agreement is almost up, before Asher came back, you and Hazel were very good together. The Quinn family only recognizes you as a son-in-law, can you give her another chance? I’ll make sure she cuts ties with Asher!” Five years ago, Mr. Quinn came to me, tears streaming down his face, pleading for me to help Hazel recover from an old injury. The Quinn family funded me for five years after my parents passed away. To repay their kindness, I had no choice but to accept their arrangement to marry into the Quinn family, tirelessly caring and encouraging Hazel until she returned to swimming competitions. I thought having Liam would end the five-year agreement, but I never imagined it would end so tragically. And now he wanted me to stay? Without thinking, I caressed Liam’s cold cheek and said word by word, “We made a five-year agreement. Now that Hazel can compete again, our debt is settled.” “Besides, Liam wasn’t supposed to be here. It was my greed that kept him, and now that he’s gone, I should leave too.” I stayed at the hospital with Liam all night until all the formalities were completed, watching as the people from the funeral home took him away. I went back to the Quinn house to pack his belongings, but as soon as I entered, I saw clothes scattered in the living room. Following the sounds to the swimming pool, I saw Hazel in a revealing swimsuit, lying in Asher’s arms, her hand carefully caressing her belly. “You are Mommy’s only treasure. Just wait a little longer, and Mommy will bring you back to the Quinn house openly.” “Hazel, he’s the only one. What about Liam? Today, Liam deliberately kicked me. If he found out you’re pregnant, who knows what chaos he’d cause. Maybe we should abort the baby.” Hazel gently covered Asher’s mouth, her words unusually cruel, “No way, Liam is already spoiled rotten by his dad. I don’t like him at all. If I could, I would prefer not to have him as a son.” Listening to her belittle Liam like that, I clenched my fists, letting the blood flow. After a while, they finally noticed me. But Hazel didn’t feel embarrassed. She affectionately held Asher’s hand and walked towards me, her face full of disdain as she looked at me. “Finally willing to come back? Where did you spend the night, leaving with the child and not returning? Is that how a father acts? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “Don’t think I don’t know. You went to my dad and caused a scene, forcing him to disown his grandson and threaten me not to let Asher in.” “In that case, pack your things and take Liam to the old house to be the good son-in-law. Here, I’ll only have Asher as my husband. Where’s Liam? Bring him out to apologize to Asher. Don’t think faking an illness will get him out of the mess he made.” Looking at her ugly face, Liam’s struggling image in the water kept replaying in my mind. I wanted to drown her in the pool. As I was about to rush forward, I heard Liam’s voice from yesterday at the swimming pool: “Daddy, Mommy is the best swimming champion. I want to be a champion like her too.” “And don’t be sad, Daddy. Mommy promised me that when I become a champion, she’ll do something for me. Then she’ll keep you company and make you happy.” I bit my lip, trying to suppress my feelings, and turned to leave. But Hazel grabbed me. “What does this mean? You made a mistake and won’t apologize? How dare you be mad at me? Also, if you hadn’t conspired with my dad to drive Asher away, the title of Quinn family son-in-law wouldn’t have fallen on you. An orphan trying to marry up.” “What, have you found a richer girl to con with your sob story? Such a father is an embarrassment to Liam!” I stayed silent. Without my response, Hazel’s anger boiled over. She yanked my wrist and threw me towards the pool. Splash. I fell into the pool. “It’s just training the kid. If you’re not convinced, I’ll train you too. Stop acting all high and mighty!” “My dad is fooled by you, but only I know you are a gold-digging husband. If you hadn’t stolen Asher’s credit, claiming the miracle doctor treated me because of you, I wouldn’t have married you!”

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My husband’s first love encouraged her son to bully my daughter. Watching my daughter cry uncontrollably broke my heart. I slapped them both hard. When my husband arrived, his first love twisted the truth, claiming that my daughter and I were the bullies and started the fight. Without listening to our side, my husband locked us in a strict etiquette class, insisting we learn how to behave like ladies. Six months later, my husband came to take me home. I served tea, spoke softly, and kept my head lowered, avoiding eye contact with everyone. People remarked that the etiquette class had worked wonders and that I now carried myself like a lady, a stark contrast to my previously assertive self. Until I knelt and said, “I am the most dignified here. Would any of you gentlemen like a taste?” My husband slapped me in anger, “Adeline, didn’t I send you here to learn manners? I did this for your own good! Are you trying to spite me?” “Are you putting on this degrading act to disgust me?” I laughed emptily, “Isn’t it because the gentleman likes me to be well-mannered and cultured, turning me into this?” My husband shoved me hard, “Where’s our daughter?” I stared blankly, “Daughter? She’s been gone for a long time…” 0

“Adeline, you have a visitor,” the instructor’s voice reached my ears. I shivered. Sigh, another visitor. Students in the etiquette class cannot refuse to see guests. Acting on a whim can lead to severe punishment. Here, I learned two words: obey. The instructor said that only by learning obedience could I have a chance to leave. I walked to the guest room with my head down. What I saw was a group of familiar faces. My husband Nolan, his friends, and his first love, Fiona. After six months of training, my mind had become somewhat numb. Following the instructor’s usual teachings, I bowed deeply upon entering. Then I served tea to each person, meticulously holding it with both hands. Nolan nodded with satisfaction, “The etiquette class has quite a reputation. You’re much more sensible now than before.” “If I’d known it was this effective, I would have sent you earlier.” I responded meekly, “You’re right, Mr. Gu.” Hearing me address him as Mr. Gu, Nolan frowned. He said coldly, “Even though Fiona doesn’t mind what happened between you and her, you can’t just act like it didn’t happen.” “I’ve transferred half of the company shares that belonged to you and our daughter to Fiona. It’s compensation for her.” I kept silent with my head down. Nolan shouted in frustration, “Adeline! Don’t you think you should apologize to Fiona?” His scolding frightened me into kneeling instinctively in front of Fiona, “Miss Su, I’m sorry, I was wrong.” Bang, bang, bang! I kowtowed to Fiona. In the etiquette class, this is how it works; don’t question right or wrong. When scolded, you must kowtow and admit fault. Only by admitting fault quickly enough can you avoid punishment. This has become my instinct. Nolan roughly pulled me away, “Adeline, what are you doing?” I was so scared, my face turned pale, and my body shook uncontrollably. Nolan released my hand and said, “Adeline, what’s wrong with you? I’m your husband; why do you look so scared? Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger?” Fiona said somewhat aggrievedly, “Sister Adeline must still blame me, so she’s mocking us on purpose.” “Actually, there’s no need to apologize. Sister Adeline hitting me twice isn’t a big deal.” Nolan looked at Fiona with concern, then angrily scolded me, “Adeline, you’re incorrigible. It seems I shouldn’t have picked you up today. You should study for another six months.” I panicked. All I dreamed of was leaving this nightmare. If I stayed another six months, I’d go crazy. I knelt on the ground, pleading with Nolan, “Mr. Gu, I was really wrong, please forgive me.” I kowtowed to Nolan, then to Fiona, “Miss Su, I won’t dare anymore, I’ll listen to you from now on.” Nolan got even angrier and kicked me hard, “Adeline, are you putting on this degrading act to disgust me?” “I just sent you to an etiquette class, is that so unreasonable?” I curled up on the ground, crying out, “Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, I’ll do anything.” Nolan was startled. He grabbed my wrist, “Adeline, are you often beaten here?” 0

Before I could speak, the instructor standing by panicked. She came over with a smile and said, “Mr. Gu, you’ve misunderstood.” “Our etiquette class always leads with virtue.” “We treat the students here like our own children; how could we beat them?” Nolan impatiently pushed her aside. He lifted my clothes to check for injuries. What he saw was my smooth skin. Not only were there no scars, but even redness and swelling were absent. Nolan angrily pushed me, “Adeline, you’re really getting good at acting.” I cried. When I first came to the etiquette class, the instructor made me accompany guests. I refused and was beaten severely. But recently, I haven’t been beaten. Because they use my daughter to threaten me. If I disobey, they beat my daughter Cora. Her heart-wrenching screams have become my nightmare. I can only let them manipulate me, even actively pleasing them, so my daughter can have a full meal and not be mistreated. A few times, guests gave me bad reviews. My daughter was dragged in and beaten in front of me. I could only shield her with my body, begging them for another chance, promising to behave… Painful memories flooded back. But the instructor stood by, giving me a warning look. I didn’t dare say anything. I could only kneel and beg Nolan, “Please, take me home.” “Even if I’m not your wife, even as a servant or slave, I accept, just take me away.” Nolan grew more disgusted with me, “Adeline, you’ve learned nothing else here but how to play the victim.” “Unfortunately, you’re doing a terrible job. I’m not an idiot; you can’t fool me.” Fiona cried, “Sister Adeline, you don’t have to do this.” “You’re not just losing your face but also Nolan’s.” “I swear I won’t retaliate verbally or physically in the future; please stop sulking with Nolan.” She reached out to help me. I recoiled in fear, shouting, “Don’t come near.” Compared to men, I fear women touching me more. Several times, when guests were discovered by their wives, the etiquette class pushed me out, claiming I seduced the men. The wives vented their anger on me; they pricked me with needles, burned me with lighters, stomped on me with heels… I’ve developed a psychological shadow with them. I’m scared, truly scared. Now, I only have one thought. Nolan belongs with Fiona; I don’t dare fight anymore. At this moment, Nolan looked at me disappointedly and said, “Adeline, how did you become like this? You’re no different from the shrews among the common people making a scene. Apparently, six months is too short for you.” I was utterly shocked. Because of fear, my brain grew numb and confused. I only had one thought: “It’s over, another guest is unhappy with me.” “Cora, don’t hurt my Cora.” Instinctively, I took out “pills” from my pocket, not counting how many, and stuffed them in when no one was looking. These “pills” were given to me by the instructor. She said taking them makes one more “professional,” and guests would be more satisfied. But I must take them secretly, to make guests think they transformed me, giving them a sense of accomplishment. The “pills” took effect quickly. I shamelessly clung to Nolan and all the guests. Nolan shouted angrily, slapping me hard across the face. Half of my face swelled, blood oozing from my mouth. “Adeline, you’re a disgraceful woman!” Nolan cursed through gritted teeth. He squeezed my neck, choking me. He whispered fiercely in my ear, “Rot here, don’t ever expect me to take you out.” “Our daughter? Today, I’m only taking her.”

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At the company’s IPO press conference, my husband glanced at his secretary. I turned and walked away, making an appointment for an abortion. Simultaneously, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Jasper received the email and called me, his voice filled with anger. “Are you serious? Just because I glanced at Fiona?” “Yes, just because you glanced at her.” The live broadcast of the press conference continued on the screen. Jasper, smiling, took the microphone from Fiona and continued from her introduction. “Thanks to my secretary, for the past ten years, every project, big or small, has gone through her hands. She’s worked hard, and I’ve noticed.” “Taking this opportunity, with everyone here today, I announce the transfer of 20% of the shares to Fiona. From now on, we’re not just superior and subordinate; we’re also partners. I hope she continues to excel.” The audience gasped in surprise. Then, a wave of applause followed. The congratulations brought tears to Fiona’s eyes, and Jasper handed her a tissue with a smile. Just one glance, and I knew this man was no longer mine. With a few words, he dismissed my ten years of hard work. He gave my credit to another woman. Since he was the first to be unkind, I felt no guilt in being ungrateful. I took out my phone and made an appointment for an abortion. Then, I dialed a number I knew by heart. Chapter

“Is the partnership offer you mentioned still open? I’d like to join.” “Only under one condition: I must have management control of the company, with a 50% stake.” The other party agreed easily, teasingly. “Adeline, have you finally come around? The shares are negotiable. As long as we can have you onboard, I’m ready to do whatever it takes!” “But I’m curious. When you graduated, you said you didn’t want to work with me. I’ve waited ten years. Why the sudden change today?” “Don’t ask unnecessary questions. You talk too much.” I rolled my eyes, grabbed my keys, and drove straight to the hospital. After the procedure, I took a taxi back home. Jasper and I arrived almost at the same time. He immediately noticed the shirt from yesterday still on the sofa, frowning. “Why haven’t you done the laundry?” Turning to the dining table, his face darkened further. “No dinner either? Are you feeling unwell today?” Holding my aching stomach, I didn’t want to speak. I just looked at my phone. I simply shook my head in response. Jasper casually handed me a package, saying: “Then do it now. Make enough for one more person; I’m taking it to the company. The press conference just ended, and I have to work late tonight.” “Fiona is with me, and we can’t let an employee go hungry.” In the past, I would have managed all the household chores without him asking. During the day, I was the marketing manager, hustling in the business world with him. At night, I was the housewife, doing laundry, cooking, and catering to his whims. This had been my life for ten years. But now, I found it utterly pointless. After he spoke, I only let out a cold laugh, not moving. “Sorry, I can’t.” “Besides, didn’t you already eat out?” “I’m not just talking about food.” Jasper’s calm expression suddenly turned cold. “What nonsense are you spouting?” “I’ve been busy all day. Do I have to come home and see your sullen face at night? Do I owe you anything?” “You know today is our wedding anniversary. Didn’t I bring you a gift? Can you stop being so passive-aggressive? When will you understand my difficulties?” Chapter

I looked at the package and opened it. Inside was a tiny lipstick, pathetically small. Coincidentally, an ad for the brand appeared on my phone. This tiny thing was a freebie from a Valentine’s Day gift box. I almost laughed at the irony. Jasper’s face looked a bit awkward, but he forced a response: “I know you don’t usually wear makeup. I searched every brand for this size. Please stop making a fuss.” I ignored his words. The alarm went off, and I took my medicine one after another. Jasper’s expression changed. He quickly took the medicine bottle away. “What are you doing? Don’t you know you can’t take medicine while pregnant?” Seeing my expression, he softened his tone, tossing the lipstick aside. “Fine, fine. If you don’t like this shade, throw it away. I’ll buy you another one, okay?” “Adeline, you’re not alone now. Getting upset can affect the baby’s development.” I placed the printed divorce agreement on the table. “The agreement is ready. Sign it when you have time.” “Also, I don’t have time to babysit your little secretary. Since you pamper her so much, why not hire her a nanny?” Jasper was busy, so I didn’t bother him with drafting the agreement. But after hearing it, he directly frowned and stood up suddenly. “Divorce? Are you joking? Just because I glanced at Fiona during the press conference?” “She’s just my secretary. You were the one who hired her. If there was something between us, it would have happened long ago. Why wait until now? Can you stop overreacting?” Chapter

After speaking, his gaze fell on my stomach, accepting his fate. “I know, pregnant women have mood swings. I’ve tried my best to take care of you, but don’t be too much.” His leather shoes stepped on the carpet, leaving a glaring mark. I almost reminded him out of habit. Realizing, I swallowed the words, mocking myself. He’s always been like this, not caring about my efforts, not appreciating my contributions. Since I’m leaving, his actions don’t matter to me anymore. I looked up at him and calmly nodded. “Yes, just because you looked at her. Isn’t that reason enough?” “Jasper, I told you before we got married, I can’t tolerate betrayal. You’ve changed, so there’s no need to continue.” Jasper’s brows furrowed, ready to explode in anger. I spoke again: “Also, the child is gone. Don’t worry, it won’t get in your way.” “And it won’t compete with your little Fiona for shares.” “When you have time, sign the papers. Send them to me; the address is on there.” After speaking, I ignored his frozen figure and turned to leave. Behind me, I heard him shout desperately: “Adeline, if you leave today, don’t ever think about coming back!” I smirked. He’d used that line to confine me for ten years. I constantly apologized and lowered my head. But there was no forgiveness, only him pushing his limits. He thought I’d turn back and admit I was wrong, like before. But as his words fell, I quickened my steps. Not coming back suits me just fine.

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