Author: Momo Chan

I woke up after being in a coma for three years. Upon awakening, I discovered that my boyfriend had a new fiancée, and my parents had a new daughter. “Aria, let’s not bring up our past relationship anymore. It’s embarrassing. We were young and foolish back then,” Jake said dismissively. “Sweetie, during these years when you were gone, Chloe has been the one supporting us through everything,” my parents cooed. Seeing the smug smile on Chloe’s face, I inwardly sneered. In my previous life, after learning everything, I couldn’t accept it and went mad. I crashed Chloe and Jake’s engagement party and was thrown out. As soon as I left the ceremony venue, I was hit by a car and died. After my death, my parents and Jake only briefly mourned for me before focusing all their attention on Chloe. This time, looking at Jake, who seemed a bit at a loss by my hospital bed, I nodded. “We can break up, but I want compensation!” “What?” Jake seemed not to understand and asked me again. I smiled slightly, “Three years ago, I saved your life. Otherwise, you’d be the one lying here.” “Three years of time, plus your life – name a price and pay me back!” Jake was stunned for a while, then said coldly, “I know you resent me, but why degrade yourself like this?” I laughed coldly, “What do you mean by degrading myself?” “I saved your life back then. Are you trying to brush off these three years so lightly?” Jake pursed his lips and shamelessly said, “We were in love at that time. I remember all the good things you did for me.” Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but laugh. What a dog! He’s trying to avoid paying. No matter how many times I relive this, he’s always so infuriating. In my previous life, I had just woken up when I heard from Jake about how he and Chloe fell in love at first sight. At that time, my memories were still stuck three years ago, when our love was at its peak. We were traveling together, and Jake carelessly didn’t watch where he was going and was about to be hit by a car. I was blinded by love and pushed him away, ending up in a coma myself. Three years had passed, and everything had changed. I couldn’t accept that I had risked my life for Jake, only for him to find a new love during these three years. I cried and made a scene, acting hysterically like a madwoman. As a result, they became increasingly impatient with me. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be Jake’s engagement day. I rushed to their engagement ceremony and caused a huge scene. Everyone thought I had gone mad, including my parents. They had security throw me out. Ironically, as soon as I left the ceremony venue, I was hit by a car and died. Laughably, the car was carrying the 999 roses Jake had ordered for Chloe. After my death, Jake and Chloe had no more obstacles and lived happily together. My parents acted as if they never had a daughter like me, doting on Chloe as if she were their own. This time, I no longer yearn for their attention. I want to live well for myself. Of course, before that, I need to take back what belongs to me. “Jake, spare me your bullshit about feelings. If you really had feelings for me, you wouldn’t have a new love.” “Three million dollars to buy your life – that’s not too much, is it?” “Or I could post this story online and let everyone judge for themselves whether I’m being unreasonable or if you, Mr. Jake, are being heartless and ungrateful!” I said the last four words slowly, successfully making Jake’s face turn blue with anger. Three years ago, I was a genius girl, admitted to a top university without exams. Jake could never compensate for my three years. Jake thought he had me under his thumb, that I wouldn’t dare to disobey him. Even if I was cheated on, I would have to swallow my pride. But I’m determined to shame him. “Aria, I know you can’t accept this for now, but don’t worry, we’ll still be the best of friends in the future, just with one more person to care for you.” “Chloe is a great person. She and I will take good care of you from now on.” Jake’s shamelessness left me speechless. Before I could speak, the hospital room door was pushed open. “Aria, you’re finally awake!” Chloe exclaimed, her eyes red with apparent emotion as our gazes met. I have to admit, she’s really good at acting. “Yes, if I hadn’t woken up, my home would have been stolen completely,” I replied. Hearing this, Chloe immediately explained, “That’s not true. I never intended to compete with you for anything.” Still putting on airs like a cheap actress. So low-class. I smiled slightly and said coldly, “It’s fine. If you’ve taken it, you’ve taken it. I don’t care anyway.” “As long as Jake gives me what I deserve, I wish you both happiness.” After I spoke, Chloe looked at me in disbelief. “You… you’re… not making a fuss anymore?” The last part she said very quietly. But because all my attention was on her, I still heard it. Thinking of a possibility, I couldn’t help but smile. It seems she has also relived this once. I pretended not to understand and asked, “Jake said you’re about to get engaged. What’s the use of me making a fuss?” I stared at Chloe without blinking, and a flash of smugness crossed her face. Indeed, things are different from my previous life.

In my previous life, at this time, Chloe was still a pitiful little white flower. She would never have shown such an expression. It seems things have become interesting. “Aria, you just woke up, don’t think too much. Even if you’re angry with me, you need to take care of your health first.” Jake was still the same, full of verbal concern but unwilling to actually bleed when it came to money. However, this time he doesn’t get to decide. Unlike my previous life, I’ve learned my lesson this time. No crying or making a scene, only well-wishes. So after staying in the hospital for three days, I was taken back to the family house to recuperate. My parents only showed their faces at the beginning to express their concern, then went off to do their own things. These past few days, I’ve become fully convinced that Chloe has also been reborn. Only this time, she’s too eager. As soon as my parents left, she invited Jake and some friends over for a gathering at the house. The pretext was to celebrate my awakening. Everyone was standing, while I sat in a wheelchair. “Aria hasn’t fully recovered yet, so everyone please take extra care of her today,” Chloe requested, acting like a caring big sister. Seeing this, the others’ eyes darted between Jake, Chloe, and me, all with a look of anticipation for drama. And I had no intention of disappointing them. “Jake, have you thought about what I said to you the other day?” I asked. Hearing this, the gossip in everyone’s eyes burned even more fiercely. A flash of impatience crossed Jake’s face. “Aria, there’s a limit to being willful. There are so many people here today, do you really want to make a fool of yourself?” I sneered, “If anyone’s going to look foolish, it’s you.” “Three years ago, I saved your life. Otherwise, you’d be the one in a coma.” “Now you have a new love by your side, and I’m not pestering you further. I’m just asking you to pay for this life. Is that too much?” “Three million dollars to buy three years of Mr. Jake’s life – that’s not too much, is it?” The information was a bit overwhelming, and everyone couldn’t help but gasp. “Aria, how can you be so greedy? Your behavior is really unsightly,” Chloe looked at me with apparent heartache. “If it were me, even if I lost my life for Jake, I would do so willingly.” Seeing her act like a holy white lotus, I felt my eyes hurt. “Then why don’t you pay the three million for him? You’re willing to give up your life, so this bit of money should be nothing, right?” Chloe was choked by my words and glared at me fiercely before quickly putting on a tearful expression again. “Aria, I know you’re doing this to embarrass me. It’s my fault for not controlling my heart and falling in love with Jake. You can do whatever you want to me, but please don’t hurt Jake, okay?” As she finished speaking, Chloe’s face was already covered in tears. Anyone who didn’t know better might think I was bullying her. In fact, that’s exactly what Jake thought. He pulled Chloe behind him and looked at me with disgust, saying bluntly, “Aria, I’ve already made it very clear to you. I don’t love you anymore, and no matter what you do, you won’t attract my attention.” I sneered. I don’t understand who gave him such a big face. “Jake, don’t flatter yourself. I just want what I deserve. Or are you saying that the life of the great Mr. Jake is worthless?” “Even ordinary families know to repay kindness. Don’t tell me Mr. Jake wants to be ungrateful, forgetting the lifesaving favor of an old flame just because you have someone new?” My voice was full of sarcasm. The others couldn’t help but whisper among themselves. “It seems Aria is quite pitiful, saving Jake’s life only to be dumped.” “Three million really isn’t much. Aria is being quite civil about it. If it were me, I’d probably have torn this scumbag and his mistress apart by now.” “Chloe doesn’t seem like a good person either. Look at her low-class behavior.” … Hearing this, Jake’s face turned ashen. “Aria, that’s enough!”

“If it’s just about money, I’ll give it to you. After this, there will be no relationship between us. Don’t regret it.” I clicked my tongue twice and directly sent him my account number. “Then let everyone here be a witness. Transfer the money to me now!” I pressed him step by step, angering Jake greatly. He immediately called his assistant to transfer money to me. Unfortunately, he hadn’t inherited the family business yet and couldn’t come up with that much money. Looking at the one million dollars in my bank account, I clicked my tongue twice and couldn’t help but mock him, “You can’t even come up with three million, yet you have the nerve to two-time. I really look down on you.” “Stop talking nonsense.” Chloe couldn’t hold back anymore and pointed at me, cursing furiously, “At that time, the doctors had determined you wouldn’t wake up. Did you expect Jake to remain celibate for you?” I clicked my tongue twice and looked at Chloe with disdain, “Put away that hideous expression of yours. It’s too ugly to look at.” Chloe’s face froze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. That look was so ugly it hurt my eyes. Jake hugged her lovingly and looked at me angrily, “I’ll transfer the rest of the money to you tomorrow. From now on, we have no relationship whatsoever. Don’t regret it.” I sneered and said without hesitation, “Whoever regrets it is a bastard.” A round of applause sounded from the crowd. Our eyes met, and Alex was clapping while looking at me with a half-smile. Seeing this, I pursed my lips and started to maneuver my wheelchair to leave. But before I got far, Alex caught up with me. “Three years in a coma and you’ve grown a brain?” he asked teasingly. Hearing his mocking voice, I felt my eyes sting. Alex, the eldest son of the Jiang family, had always been sharp-tongued and relentless since childhood. I thought he disliked me, but it wasn’t until my previous life, when I died, that I realized the truth was quite different. After my death, I discovered that Alex was actually a softie with a hard exterior. He ruthlessly sought revenge against my parents and Jake for my sake. Not only did he drive them to desperation, but on my death anniversary, he went mad and crashed into them, killing them all… Thinking of his final painful appearance, my heart ached. “Yeah, after sleeping for three years, my brain should be fully developed,” I tried to respond lightly, but by the end, I couldn’t help but choke up a bit. For all the time we had lost. Alex pursed his lips and continued pushing me forward. “Alex, do you need a wife?” Looking at the moonlight tonight, I asked casually, “How do you think I measure up?” Alex looked at me seriously, “Are you serious?” “Don’t go chasing after Jake in a few days, wanting to live or die for him.” His tone carried not only arrogance but also a hint of grievance. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” The next morning, looking at the marriage certificate in my hand, I was completely dazed. I didn’t expect Alex to be so eager. Last night after our conversation, he took me back to his place, and early this morning, he took me to the registry office. “We’ve already got the marriage certificate. It’s too late for regrets now.” Seeing me in a daze, Alex directly snatched the marriage certificate from my hand. I smiled slightly and grinned at him, “I won’t regret it!” Before I could continue speaking, my phone suddenly rang. “Aria, wherever you are, come back immediately!” It was my father’s call. Judging by his tone, he didn’t seem to have good intentions. “What’s wrong?” “I extorted money from Jake yesterday. My dad probably wants me to go back to face the music.” “Then let’s go back. I want to see who dares to give Mrs. Jiang a hard time.” Just as we reached the living room door, I sensed an unusual atmosphere inside. As soon as we entered, a cup shattered at my feet.

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My mom has severe OCD. Because I weighed three ounces more than my twin sister at birth, she disliked me from the start. I would cry from hunger, but my mom would store my sister’s leftover milk in the fridge. She’d feed her eight times a day. Eventually, both my sister and I ended up in the hospital – me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food. But that wasn’t enough. She kept feeding my sister until she became chubby, while forcing me to eat fatty meat that I was allergic to because she couldn’t stand how thin I was. It led to my death by suffocation. After death, I found myself back in my mother’s womb… 0 I died. Forced by my mom to eat fatty meat I was allergic to, my throat swelled up, and I suffocated when I couldn’t breathe. But after death, I suddenly felt the warmth of being surrounded by amniotic fluid again. It was the only maternal love I had ever experienced in my life. The next moment, I heard, “Doctor, is there any way for both my children to be born at the same time?” “Mrs. Song, that’s impossible. The cervix can only dilate so much. How could two babies come out simultaneously?” When this familiar conversation started, it was like lightning struck in my mind, igniting a spark. Sure enough, the next line I remembered came: “I don’t care, you must make my children come out at the same time.” “Otherwise, I’ll report you for sexually harassing a patient.” … It was my mom’s voice. As her words matched my memories one by one, I finally confirmed – I had been reborn. Reborn back into my mom’s womb, while she was on the operating table giving birth. In my previous life, she had specifically chosen what she believed to be an auspicious time for childbirth, wanting to have a lucky baby. But fate had other plans. She was carrying twins – me and my sister – so it was impossible for us to be born at the exact same time. And I, as my mom would say, always had to be first at everything. So the moment I appeared, I was labeled as the unlucky one. My sister was fortunate. She was born right at the time my mom had calculated. So when the doctor told my mom that I was three ounces heavier than my sister, she didn’t even look at me. Frowning, she immediately put me on a “diet order.” I didn’t even get to have a single sip of breast milk before being forced to wean. This led to malnutrition from an early age. Later, no matter what I ate, I couldn’t absorb nutrients properly, always remaining weak and frail. My mom, having given birth to twins, had an abundance of milk. She would store my sister’s leftover milk in bowls in the refrigerator. She’d feed her eight times a day. In the end, she successfully sent both of us to the hospital – me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food over a long period. 0

At this moment, threatened by my mom, the delivering doctor was furious. But seeing that she was determined, he had no choice but to continue working while suppressing his anger. This time, however, I resisted with all my might, absolutely refusing to be born first. “It’s a difficult delivery!” “It’s a difficult delivery!” “Patient’s family, we recommend switching to a C-section. Please sign the consent form immediately.” “No way! Babies born by C-section are stupid. We can’t do that. It must be a natural birth.” This shrill voice was my grandmother. If my mom was the executioner, she was the one handing her the knife. The two of them often worked in tandem, making my dad too afraid to speak up. So my mom endured the pain, risking severe bleeding to deliver me and my sister naturally. Of course, she no longer had the energy to falsely accuse the doctor of harassment. This time, neither of us was the “lucky baby.” We started on equal footing from birth. But I still weighed three ounces more than my sister. “Mom, go buy ten more scales. I don’t believe this. They’re twins, how can they have different weights?” My mom frowned, her voice agitated after weighing me and my sister eight times. Grandma, who was domineering outside but a docile old baby in front of my mom, immediately went to do as she was told. Unfortunately, my sister’s and my weights were different on every single scale. My mom broke down, pointing at me impatiently. “Take her away. She must have been greedy and strong-willed, stealing nutrition from her sister in my womb.” “Starve her for a few meals. That’ll teach her.” In my previous life, this was where the hidden danger of my stomach problems began. Living again, I was determined not to let the tragedy repeat itself. But crying in front of my mom had no effect; it only made her more annoyed. So I deliberately waited until four in the afternoon, when my dad came home, and started wailing at the top of my lungs. The sound was as heart-wrenching as possible, scaring my dad so much that he ran in without even changing his shoes. Just as my throat was about to break from screaming, my dad finally found me in the washing machine drum. 0

Yes, I had been put in the washing machine drum. Because my mom told Grandma to starve me, but I would crawl away looking for food whenever she wasn’t paying attention. Grandma got fed up with me and simply threw me into the washing machine drum. Out of sight, out of mind. “Karen, how could you put the child in there?” My mom was shocked when she saw me. She was so stunned that she didn’t immediately start scolding my dad, but turned to Grandma instead. “Mom, why did you put her in there?” “Didn’t you say to make her lose weight? Shaking around in the washing machine, isn’t that weight loss?” Grandma justified her actions matter-of-factly. My usually quiet and reserved dad couldn’t take it anymore and contradicted her for the first time. “Mom, the washing machine is for tumbling clothes. What if something had happened to the child?” “What could happen? I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. Don’t you think I know whether something would happen or not?” “How dare you talk back!” Seeing that my dad dared to contradict her, Grandma’s face turned red and blue. She exploded, yelling at him. But this time, my dad was truly angry too. He didn’t back down no matter how much she scolded him. In the end, my mom couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped in to stop them. “Jack, my mom is your elder. Why are you arguing with her?” “The child is fine, isn’t she? What’s there to make such a fuss about?” My dad had been poor when he was young. It was my mom who didn’t look down on him and stayed with him while he built his business to where they were today. So my dad was always very accommodating towards my mom. Now, as soon as my mom spoke, my dad’s anger, no matter how great, subsided. He only muttered resentfully, “It would be too late if something had happened,” before carrying me to his study. I tried to make him understand I was hungry, so I gnawed on his hand for a while. He finally understood what I meant and carried me to find my mom to breastfeed me. But my mom coldly chased my dad out. “She’s already three ounces heavier than her sister. What more does she need to eat?”

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Eight months pregnant, I was forced to kneel on the cold marble floor in the snowy night, all because my husband’s childhood sweetheart falsely accused me of killing his mother. Alexander Foster, my husband, was in the glass greenhouse warming the frozen feet of his sweetheart, his expression full of doting affection. I caught a chill and my water broke. I was rushed to the emergency room, but Alexander accused me of acting weak. I suffered severe bleeding and faced a life-threatening situation, yet Alexander callously signed a life-or-death agreement: “As long as the child can be saved, there’s no need to rescue Olivia if she dies.” However, I gave birth to a stillborn child and fell into postpartum depression, while my husband was accompanying his sweetheart for prenatal checkups. To please his sweetheart, on my birthday, Alexander even forced me to eat the placenta raw. “You killed my mother. This is the retribution you deserve.” It turned out that the love and marriage I had been guarding was nothing but my own wishful thinking. Filled with endless anger and humiliation, I decided to seek revenge.

After the delivery, I was extremely weak due to severe blood loss. Lying on the hospital bed, I took the medical notification handed to me by the doctor. The words “No signs of life after the fetus was delivered” jumped out at me, and I was struck as if by lightning: After severe hemorrhaging, I had given birth to a stillborn child?! Struggling to sit up despite the tearing pain in my body, I asked the doctor in a hoarse voice: “Doctor, is my child really dead? Please, let me see the baby one last time…” The doctor, wearing a mask, looked at me coldly and said, “The child is already dead. There’s no need to see it.” Dark red placental tissue was scattered in the cracks of the floor tiles, making me feel nauseous. I held the life-or-death agreement Alexander had signed, and anger gradually filled my heart. During the surgery, when I was barely conscious, Alexander pressed my hand to sign the “prioritize saving the baby’s life” clause. The expression he gave me was unprecedentedly cold, with a hint of mockery in his tone: “Olivia Reed, someone like you isn’t worth saving. The child in your womb is far more important than you.” I left the delivery room alone, only to see my husband Alexander Foster in the hospital’s prenatal clinic. It turned out Alexander hadn’t left the hospital early, but was accompanying his beloved sweetheart, Zoe Summers. He intimately embraced the equally pregnant Zoe, his face full of doting smiles. I had been pregnant for eight months, and Alexander had never shown me any care, but now he was attentive to every need of his sweetheart Zoe. I had been rushed to the emergency room for premature delivery due to severe bleeding. Alexander disregarded my life, signed the life-or-death agreement, and abandoned me to accompany Zoe for her checkup. I tightly gripped the life-or-death agreement in my hand, pushed open the door to the prenatal clinic, and confronted Alexander: “Alexander Foster, you are my husband. What right do you have to be here accompanying Zoe for her checkup?” Seeing me, Alexander looked as if he had seen something dirty, and a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face. Before he could speak, Zoe mockingly taunted me: “Olivia Reed, you vile woman who killed Alexander’s mother, what right do you have to come here and question us?” Again, this baseless accusation. Ever since Alexander’s mother died in an accident, Zoe had used every trick to paint me as a “murderer.” Under Zoe’s instigation, Alexander’s attitude towards me grew increasingly cold, gradually developing into disgust. And at eight months pregnant, it was because Alexander punished me by making me kneel on the cold marble floor in the snowy night that I went into premature labor with severe bleeding. Endless anger and grievance welled up, and tears burst from my eyes: “Zoe, why are you slandering me? Alexander, I really didn’t kill your mother…” But Alexander stepped forward and berated me harshly: “Olivia Reed, you vicious woman, you’re not worthy of being my wife, and you have no right to call my mother ‘Mom’!” With a loud slap, he struck me hard across the face. I looked at Alexander in shock, the slapped side of my face stinging fiercely. “Alexander, you actually hit me…” Zoe’s face bore a smug smile: “Haha, Olivia Reed, you look like a filthy beggar with your disheveled appearance!” Then she looked at my lower body with contemptuous eyes and screamed in fright: “How disgusting, get out of here!” Zoe grabbed a disposable cup from the table and threw it at me, splashing hot water on my face. Her smile grew wider and deeper: “Olivia Reed, look at yourself in the mirror now. You’re like a drowned rat!” Through the mirror in the clinic, I saw my miserable state: My hair was disheveled and soaked with scalding water, and my hospital gown was stained with dark red blood. After the severe bleeding from pregnancy, my body had suffered serious damage, and the postpartum bleeding had soiled my gown. At that moment, grievance and embarrassment welled up, and I ran out of the room in tears. In the hospital bathroom, I was shaking all over in pain. Lochia flowed from my body, dripping onto the floor to form a pool of blood. However, the real pain came from within. Alexander’s cold attitude was like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart. My true love had also been thrown into this pool of blood. Alexander, you promised to love me for a lifetime. Why did you lie to me? I could only cry out loud in the empty bathroom, letting despair occupy my heart.

After giving birth to a stillborn child, I suffered from postpartum depression, feeling gloomy all day, but Alexander was completely unaware. Because he was in the warm greenhouse taking care of the heavily pregnant Zoe. Through the translucent glass, I saw Alexander kneeling on the ground, gently massaging Zoe’s feet. I was supposed to be Alexander’s wife, yet he brazenly brought his mistress home to care for her. The glass greenhouse was Alexander’s wedding gift to me, but now I was shut out. After seeing the death certificate of the child, Alexander not only didn’t comfort me but cursed at me: “Olivia Reed, you’re a jinx. Not only did you kill my mother, but you also caused the death of your own child!” “Evil people get evil rewards. This is the retribution for all your wrongdoings!” Zoe then moved into the Foster home with the air of the true mistress. “Mrs. Foster’s last wish before she died was for Alexander to bring me into the Foster home to take care of.” “I’m the daughter-in-law truly accepted by the Foster family, while you’re just a gold digger who schemed her way into a wealthy family.” In the warm greenhouse, Alexander embraced Zoe and kissed her, both looking intoxicated. And I, because of unfounded accusations, had lost my dignity and love, becoming a “Mrs. Foster” in name only. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I fell into memories. That day, I accompanied Alexander to a family dinner, only to be met with cold stares from countless people. I had always been low-key, dressed simply. But Mrs. Foster looked me up and down coldly, her words full of sarcasm: “Olivia Reed, coming to a family dinner dressed so shabbily, aren’t you embarrassing our Foster family?” In stark contrast to me was Zoe. She walked gracefully behind Mrs. Foster in a pink dress, thoughtfully giving her a massage. “Mom, I brought you some homemade pastries. Please try them.” Mrs. Foster beamed with joy, accepting the homemade pastries from Zoe’s hand, praising Zoe incessantly for her thoughtfulness. Seeing how close they were, I could only smile awkwardly: “Mom, I also brought you some pastries. They’re imported from abroad.” Before coming, I had inquired about Mrs. Foster’s favorite pastry flavors and specially flew abroad to buy imported pastries for her. But Mrs. Foster didn’t even look at me, as if I were invisible beside her. It was the same flavor, yet I unexpectedly lost to Zoe’s homemade pastries… If I had made the pastries myself, Mrs. Foster would probably have accused me of being “stingy” and “unwilling to spend money.” I understood that gifts weren’t about their value, but about the person giving them. The Summers and Foster families were old friends, and Zoe had grown up with Alexander. Naturally, Mrs. Foster would favor her. But such differential treatment still made me extremely uncomfortable. I left the gifts and pastries and departed in distress. Zoe, however, pretended to be understanding behind my back and said: “Mom, after all, this is Olivia’s gesture of goodwill. Why don’t you try a piece…” But halfway through the family dinner, Mrs. Foster suddenly collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Alexander turned pale with fright, kneeling beside his mother to check her breathing: “Call an ambulance quickly!” When Mrs. Foster was sent to the emergency room, it was already too late, and the hospital doctors could do nothing to save her. With her dying breath, Mrs. Foster called Alexander in and, with her last words, instructed him to take good care of Zoe. The hospital’s test results came out – she had eaten pastries containing severe allergens, leading to shock and death. Alexander returned to the family dinner, slamming his fist on the table, his voice full of anger. He pointed at the opened pastries on the table and shouted, “Who brought these pastries?” Everyone present didn’t know what had happened and was too scared to make a sound. I stepped forward and, seeing the opened pastries, turned deathly pale – The opened pastries on the table were actually the imported ones I had brought for Mrs. Foster! “Alexander, these are the pastries I specially bought from abroad for your mother…” Before I could finish speaking, the cold gazes of everyone present fell upon me. Zoe furrowed her brow, walked in front of me, her voice full of disbelief: “Olivia Reed, you’re Alexander’s wife. How could you be so vicious as to want to kill his mother?” “These pastries contain concentrated peanut butter. Mrs. Foster was severely allergic to peanuts. Didn’t you know that?”

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On our way home for New Year’s, my husband Felix Shaw and I were involved in an accident. When I opened my eyes again, we had gone back in time to before we started dating. In our previous life, we had been married for 7 years, living together respectfully, but he never gave me a child. Later I found out that my husband could never let go of his first love. After being reborn, I decided to let him go. We silently deleted each other’s contact information, kept our distance, and chose different paths in life. Seven years later, he had become a top stock trader on Wall Street. At a class reunion, he officially announced his relationship with his first love, Yvonne Zhang. Seeing that I was still single, he couldn’t help but tease me. “Sophia, I know I’m the best man you’ve ever had in both lifetimes, but you don’t have to wait for me forever.” I ignored him and took my son’s hand. Felix’s face suddenly turned pale, and he asked with bloodshot eyes. “Didn’t you say you’d love me for a lifetime and only have children with me?”

Felix and I met again at a class reunion seven years later. I had just finished several surgeries and was too tired to dress up, so I went straight into the banquet hall. Felix stood in the center of the crowd, his arm around Yvonne’s waist, enjoying everyone’s compliments. “Felix, you’re amazing! You’ve only been on Wall Street for a few years, and you’ve already become the most promising trader! You’re the pride of our high school!” “That’s right, I heard that those Wall Street bigwigs are paying to have dinner with Felix. They say his consulting fee alone is nearly six figures, which is a whole year’s salary for us ordinary folks!” “Felix, I’ve been dabbling in stocks recently. I hope you can give me some insider tips, for old times’ sake!” Someone in the crowd curiously asked, “Felix, are you and Yvonne engaged?” Felix looked at Yvonne in his arms tenderly. “Yes, we’re getting engaged on December 20th.” The surrounding crowd erupted in congratulations. An old classmate asked, “Felix, are you still in touch with Sophia? You two were so in love back then. I heard your first song was written for her!” When my name was mentioned, I noticed Felix’s smile freeze, his eyes narrowing slightly. Yvonne, standing beside him, smiled gracefully and replied. “Oh, come on, Felix and I are about to get married. Teenage crushes don’t last, and neither does young love. He’s long over Sophia!” Everyone laughed and continued to compliment how well-matched they were. But I knew that song was written by Felix when he confessed his love to me. In our previous life, we were high school sweethearts. It was love at first sight. He once looked at me sincerely and said, “Sophia, look into my eyes. I like you, and eyes don’t lie.” I believed him. Unfortunately, in our previous life, he still lied. I entered the banquet hall with a calm expression. Some sharp-eyed classmates spotted me. “Sophia! Why are you so late?” “Why did you come in casual clothes? Couldn’t you have worn something more formal?” “Did you just get off work? Where are you slaving away? We have successful people here among our classmates, let them help you find an easier job!” Many people around me started mocking my appearance. I didn’t care and just smiled, maintaining basic decency. Felix hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I entered the hall. I politely said, “Long time no see.” Felix was slightly stunned, his expression unreadable. Then he sneered, “Sophia Carter, after all these years, you haven’t changed a bit. Still not striving for success.” Yvonne looked at me with venom in her eyes. She deliberately tightened her grip on Felix’s arm and pouted, as if claiming ownership. She spoke in a coquettish tone right in front of me. “Felix, how can you talk about an old classmate like that! She might be having a tough time, but we shouldn’t rub salt in her wounds. Sophia’s life is hard enough as it is.” She looked me up and down, her face full of contempt. “But Sophia, what kind of outfit is this? It’s neither here nor there… You’re not getting any younger. Women should take care of their appearance. Otherwise, you’ll end up not being able to get married. What man would like a slovenly woman?” “Do you want to borrow some of my makeup?” As soon as she finished speaking, the classmates couldn’t help but laugh. After all, Yvonne was dressed head to toe in luxury brands, with perfect makeup and not a hair out of place. Every gesture exuded the natural grace of a rich girl. I, on the other hand, had just come from the operating room and hadn’t slept for nearly 24 hours. I looked completely exhausted, as if I had lost my soul. I was wearing the most comfortable casual sportswear, nothing branded, just bought from a small shop on the street. I couldn’t compare to her at all. “No need to be polite, I don’t need it for now,” I answered simply, sitting down to eat. After all, I hadn’t eaten for a day after the intense surgery. As I sat there, savoring the food, Felix suddenly walked over to me and placed a check for $100,000 in front of me. “This money is out of consideration for our past relationship. I’m helping you. From now on, take better care of yourself, find a more decent job, buy some new clothes, learn to love yourself.” “Sophia, what’s in the past is in the past. Don’t dwell on it.” “If it wasn’t for you… never mind, it doesn’t matter.” “What matters is that you shouldn’t completely lose your zest for life and give up on yourself because I left, okay?” I looked up at Felix, puzzled. His unfinished sentence made me curious. What on earth did I do in my previous life to make him abandon me without hesitation after being reborn? In our previous life, we went from school uniforms to wedding dresses. He had his own musical dreams, while I wanted to study medicine. Both were careers that consumed money and energy. Naturally, one of us had to sacrifice. Because I loved him, I gave up the opportunity to pursue a master’s and doctorate in medical school without hesitation. I started working early to support both of our dreams on a single income. He failed again and again, got discouraged again and again, became depressed again and again. And I was like his never-dying power bank. Every time I came home exhausted, I had to patiently comfort his emotions. I thought he would understand my love. Unexpectedly, when he wanted to buy a new guitar again and I refused due to lack of funds, he angrily smashed the guitar. “You know what! If I had listened to Yvonne back then and gone to study in America with her, I wouldn’t have to live this miserable life!” “I really regret being with you.” Later, he stopped playing the guitar and lost his dream. And I, because of that sentence “I really regret being with you,” often cried in the middle of the night. But I made one last struggle, hugging him and saying softly. “Felix, I want to have a child for you.” He pushed me away, his eyes full of disgust. “Can we afford to have a child in our current financial situation? Besides, I’ve told you before, I hate kids! I don’t want to have children with you!” These two sentences completely shattered the last hope in my eyes. During the New Year, an oncoming truck ended our lives. At that moment, I wasn’t afraid, only relieved. Now that we’ve both been reborn and chosen to keep our distance, there’s absolutely no need to dwell on old feelings. I silently pushed the check back, “No need, I don’t take things from strangers. Thank you.”

He frowned and questioned me, “Sophia Carter, am I a stranger to you? What do you mean?” I replied, “I can buy my own clothes. Whatever my job is now, I think it’s decent and nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t think I’m giving up on myself, and this money, you should keep it for those who need it.” He stood there holding the check, his lips tightly pressed together. Yvonne walked to Felix’s side, looked at the check in his hand, and seemed to understand something. Her eyes flashed with anger, but she still had to pretend to be gentle. “Sophia, you don’t want our goodwill? Then let me offer something more practical.” “I recently opened a nail salon on City Avenue. You can come directly, I’ll arrange for you to be a nail technician apprentice. The salary isn’t high, about $2000 a month, but the main thing is you can learn a skill. Even if you’re down on your luck in the future, you can still open a nail salon.” “How about it? Interested in giving it a try? This job should be much more decent than your current one.” I calmly ate my food and declined their offer. “Thank you for your kindness, but I’m very satisfied with my job and have no plans to change at the moment.” The surrounding classmates shouted at me, “Sophia, why aren’t you appreciating their kindness! Felix and Yvonne are being so nice, offering you money and a job. You should take it!” “That’s right, you’re in such a sorry state, why care about face? Coming to a class reunion in such a miserable condition, aren’t you here to get resources? Why are you pretending now?” Yvonne chimed in with fake sincerity, “Don’t say that, everyone! Maybe Sophia really likes her current job!” She turned to me, “Sophia, this is our goodwill, and we’re offering you this job out of consideration for our past relationship. Don’t miss this opportunity just to save face!” I really didn’t understand why they were so insistent on giving me money and a job. “Really, I don’t need it. Thank you.” Yvonne still smiled very gently, but her eyes were full of mockery and disdain. Felix clutched the check tightly and sneered. “A hopeless case indeed. I guess even if someone wants to help you, it’s impossible! You’ll die poor for sure!” Right after this taunt, many of the male classmates swarmed over. They wanted to make me drink. “Sophia, seeing how pitiful you are now, if you drink one glass, I’ll transfer $1000 to you.” “If you’re really that desperate… I’ll add some more money!”

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I was about to give birth to our second child, and my husband was off to tend to his first love. In a moment of desperation, I shouted, “Aren’t you worried that I might die giving birth?” He dismissed me as being dramatic and walked away without a second glance. Later on, the hospital where I was staying caught fire. He couldn’t hear my cries for help and instead rescued his first love from the blaze. Upon hearing of my death, he lost his mind. The searing flames that filled my vision faded away, and the agony of being consumed by fire vanished. I saw my daughter, crying and calling out for me. I rushed towards her, desperate to hold her in my arms. But my hands passed right through her, unable to touch her. Looking down, I realized I was transparent; I was just a spirit. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart, Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here,” I repeated over and over, my voice choking with emotion, but she couldn’t hear me. Part of her face was burned, blisters already forming. A nurse tended to her wounds, and she trembled from the pain. Watching her suffer, my heart ached. It turns out that even in death, the pain is still so vivid. Others who escaped the fire had family with them, but my daughter was all alone. The nurse, unable to bear it, asked, “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” My daughter’s eyes were red, tears clinging to her lashes. She cautiously asked, “Nurse, can I borrow your phone to call my dad?” The kind nurse handed her the phone. “Dad, please help Mom, she—” As soon as the call connected, she urgently pleaded for help. Half an hour earlier, the hospital I was in caught fire. The flames spread quickly; I was holding my newborn while holding my daughter’s hand. I told her to run out and find her father to save me. I thought she’d be too frightened to remember, but she clung to my words. Asher’s impatient voice came over the phone: “Are you trying to say your mom’s in trouble? You’re so young and already helping her lie to me. What has she been teaching you?” Before she could say more, Asher hung up. He didn’t even ask; he just assumed I was lying. He wasn’t concerned about me being in danger. My daughter returned the phone, full of disappointment. I gently embraced her, blowing softly on her wounds. Suddenly, a strong force pulled me away, and the scene before me changed. I saw Asher—my husband.

He was tightly holding Cora’s hand, anxiously questioning the doctor. “Will this leave a scar? Is there anything else we should be cautious about?” The doctor’s gaze shifted between them, his expression slightly awkward. As they left the office, I overheard the doctor mutter, “If his wife knew, she’d be devastated.” I had been devastated too many times; I was numb. But I couldn’t stop caring about my daughter, and Asher was her father. I hovered beside him, speaking coldly, “She’s upstairs, go see her, go see her.” I knew he couldn’t hear or see me. But I stood in front of him, praying he’d feel the urge to check on our daughter. But my voice grew hoarse from shouting, to no avail. Cora tugged on Asher’s sleeve, “Should you call Lila? Maybe something really happened?” Asher replied casually, “What could have happened? It’s the same old drama.” I saw a glint of satisfaction in Cora’s eyes. Asher took Cora home. When the car stopped, I was in shock. How could he let her live here? This was my home for over ten years. It held memories of my parents who passed away too soon. If they hadn’t died in a car accident and I hadn’t suffered such trauma, the doctor wouldn’t have suggested a change of environment, and this house wouldn’t have been left empty. Asher knew exactly what this house meant to me. Cora entered the password confidently and walked in as if she owned the place. As soon as she opened the door, a little girl ran out and hugged Cora’s leg. “Mom, are you okay? Thank goodness for Daddy Asher.” “Let me hold her.” Asher picked up the little girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face with a sweet voice, “I love Daddy Asher the most.” Asher’s eyes were full of joy, “Does Sunny love me more or Mommy more?” Sunny blinked, looking between Cora and Asher. Asher laughed heartily, spinning Sunny around before putting her down. Cora watched Asher intently, almost glued to him. She sighed, her eyes turning red, “If I had married you back then, would things have been different?” Asher gently wiped her tears, softly reassuring her, “It’s all in the past. No matter what happens, I’ll be here.” Cora hugged Asher. He stood there, rigid, neither embracing her tightly nor pushing her away. “Promise me you’ll keep your word.” Cora’s voice was muffled, “When I was giving birth to Sunny, I nearly died. At that moment, all I could think of was you.” Asher comforted her for a long time. Cora pulled away, wiping her tears. Asher excused himself to the bathroom, sitting there with a frown, irritation across his face. He stared at his phone for a long time without moving. Curious, I looked over. On his phone was a chat with me. The chat was still on a message from two days ago. Asher looked at my last message: “It’s always Cora, always her. If you’re going to be with her, then go. I’m seven months pregnant, aren’t you worried something might happen to me?”

Back when our daughter aced her exam, I talked to Asher for a long time. Only then did he put down his work and come home early; we were about to celebrate as a family. Then we got a call saying Cora had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily. Asher immediately wanted to go to her side, and I held him back. In anger, I asked him, “Aren’t you worried something might happen to me?” Asher looked at me helplessly, exhausted, “Stop it, nothing will happen to you.” After saying this, he left without looking back. But not long after, my water broke. After giving birth, I arranged to stay at the hospital. I didn’t expect to see Cora there; Asher wasn’t around at the time, and she flaunted herself in front of me. I was furious and argued with her. It was then that the hospital caught fire. I immediately ran back; both my daughter and newborn son were in the room. The husband who promised to stay by my side didn’t hear my cries for help and carried Cora out of the flames instead. My newborn son and I were consumed by the fire. I wanted to kill Asher. I actually tried, reaching out to strangle him, tightening my grip. “I’ll be back soon. Tomorrow is your prenatal check-up, I’ve cleared my schedule to be with you all day, don’t be mad, love.” Asher texted me; he didn’t know I was already dead. Buzz! His phone buzzed. A reply came back, in my usual tone. “If your heart is with Cora, why come back? I don’t need you here, just leave.”

I was startled. Who was on the other side of the phone? How could they know me so well, even matching my tone perfectly? Asher didn’t suspect anything, he sighed and called me. But one by one, the calls were hung up. Then another message came back: “Leave, after the baby is born, we’ll get a divorce.” Asher’s face grew darker. He pocketed his phone and walked out of the bathroom. Cora came over, concerned, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?” Asher shook his head, “If everything’s okay here, I’ll head home.” I was surprised; usually, when we fought, he’d just leave me to cool down, but now he wanted to go home. Cora didn’t say anything, and then there came an exclamation from the kitchen. She quickly ran over. Sunny’s hand was scalded, “Mom, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Asher.” Asher also saw it, his expression serious, his tone a bit scolding. “Kids shouldn’t touch dangerous things, what if you get hurt?” Sunny shrank back, cautiously apologizing, “I know I was wrong.” Cora blew on Sunny’s hand and looked up at Asher. “It’s my fault, I didn’t give Sunny a good life. When we were abroad, she cooked like this too.” “Daddy Asher, I make yummy things, try some.” Sunny brought over the noodles; she was good at reading the room. After eating, she clung to Asher. Cora pretended to be serious, “Sunny, don’t cling to Daddy Asher, let him go home, we’ve troubled him enough.” Sunny pouted, her face full of grievance, “But I just got a dad.” Sunny cried loudly, clutching Asher tightly. Asher hugged Sunny, “Daddy Asher won’t leave, Daddy Asher will stay with you.” I let out a cold laugh. I wasn’t surprised he’d stay. Every time there was a choice between me and Cora, Asher would choose Cora.

Asher held a storybook, his voice low and gentle. He softly told Sunny a story until the little girl fell asleep. Sunny put on a pout, her face full of frustration. “But I just got a dad.” Sunny began to cry loudly, clutching Asher’s hand tightly. Asher comforted her, “Daddy’s not going anywhere. I’m here with you.” I chuckled, though there was no warmth in it. It was no surprise to me that he would stay. Whenever it was between Cora and me, Asher always chose Cora. Asher held the storybook, his voice gentle and soothing. He softly told Sunny a story until she fell asleep. Cora leaned closer, their lips almost touching. Asher turned his head away. “Don’t.” Cora clung to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is it because I’m divorced and have a child? Do you think I’m not good enough?” “No,” Asher replied, “I’m married.” “But you were meant to be mine,” Cora insisted, her voice full of certainty. She looked directly at Asher, locking eyes with him. “Asher, don’t deny it. You’ve fallen for me, even after knowing Lila for so many years.” “Your feelings for Lila are just familiarity, not love.” “Asher, you love me,” Cora stated, emphasizing each word. Asher avoided her gaze, his expression evasive. After a pause, he said, “Don’t think about this now. Just get some rest.” He got up and left quickly, as if fleeing. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was the first to notice Asher’s feelings for Cora. The first time I saw Cora was the day I tried to end my life. It was the anniversary of my parents’ death. Every year on this day, Asher would be by my side, doing everything he could to cheer me up. But that day, he didn’t come back. I called him countless times, but he never answered. I went to my parents’ grave alone, and in my daze, I felt like they had come to take me away. Without hesitation, I cut my wrist. When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital, and I saw Asher. He was half-hugging Cora by the waist, his expression so gentle. I rushed over and grabbed him. “Asher, who is she? What’s your relationship with her?” “Lila, what happened to you?” He saw the wound on my wrist, his tone becoming anxious. I insisted, “Who is she?” Asher checked my wound while explaining, “She’s a classmate who fainted, so I brought her to the hospital. Don’t misunderstand.” Cora’s hostility was obvious; I noticed it right away. I asked, “Do you remember what today is?” Asher hesitated for a moment, then realized. He quickly hugged me, apologizing repeatedly. What used to be a cold embrace now felt sickeningly sweet. I pushed him away forcefully, shouting with all my might, “My parents raised you. How could you forget their anniversary?” “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I promise it won’t happen again.” I didn’t listen and continued to scold him, “You ungrateful person, you traitor, you—” Cora shielded Asher behind her, glaring at me angrily: “If it weren’t for Asher, the Su family would have collapsed long ago. Your parents’ death wasn’t his fault.” I slapped him hard, my palm stinging. The slap landed on Asher’s face, leaving a clear mark. Asher sighed, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and blame. He said, “You were reckless and caused Uncle and Aunt’s death. Is it only if I die in front of you that you’ll be satisfied?” I looked at Asher, speechless for a long time. Back then, relatives tried to seize the Su family’s business, slandering me and causing my parents’ deaths. Asher faced those threats alone and protected me. Yet now he too accused me of causing their deaths. I turned and left. Asher panicked and wanted to follow, but Cora stopped him. It was the first time he chose Cora over me. He spent a long time trying to appease me when he got home before I forgave him. He promised never to leave me again, but he kept choosing Cora. Until the hospital caught fire, and he saved Cora without hesitation, not realizing I was trapped in the flames. Asher was woken up by the alarm clock. Perhaps he hadn’t slept well; he had dark circles under his eyes. He turned off the alarm and saw the reminder—Father’s Day parent-child activity. I set this alarm to ensure he wouldn’t forget our daughter’s event. Asher sent me a message. “I’ll be on time for Little Treasure’s parent-child activity, and then we can talk.” It seems you’ve provided an incomplete text segment for translation. Could you please provide the specific text you need translated? Remember not to change the placeholder

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I was Declan’s long-time secret “white moonlight,” the idealized love he cherished from afar. The day I accepted his proposal, he was so overwhelmed that he broke down in tears. Later, when a mysterious illness left me in a coma, he visited every temple in Jacksonville, willing to sacrifice thirty years of his life to pray for my recovery. I thought his love for me was profound. That was until I witnessed Declan with his female secretary, entwined together. He held her close and whispered hoarsely, “Give me a child. My wife is too frail; I can’t bear to put her through it.” I turned and went home, calling a friend with expertise in traditional herbal medicine: “Do you still have the fake death pill? I need one.” “The boss will deliver it to you tomorrow.” Late that night, Declan returned home. The living room lights flicked on, and the bright light stung my eyes. “Adeline, why are you still up so late?” Declan saw me on the sofa and came over immediately. He touched my bare, cold feet, and his brows furrowed with concern. He took off his suit jacket and placed my feet against his chest to warm them. I looked down and whispered, “I can’t sleep without you here.” Declan’s eyes showed a hint of guilt. He gently picked me up, carried me back to the bedroom, and said, “I’ve been too busy with work lately, and I’m sorry. How about I cancel all my plans tomorrow and take you out for some fun?” He tucked me into the warm bed, covered me with the blanket, and kissed me softly. I saw the love overflowing in his eyes, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. After his shower, he smelled of the familiar pine scent. He held my hand and slipped something cold onto my finger. It felt uncomfortable. I raised my hand to see a sparkling diamond ring, as large as a pigeon’s egg. “Do you like it?” he asked, nuzzling my earlobe. In the light, his hair was half-dry, and water droplets slid down his chest. Previously, seeing him like this would make me want to touch his face and kiss him to show my affection. But today, I wasn’t in the mood. I gave a cursory nod and closed my eyes. “I’m tired; let’s sleep.” Declan hesitated, looking hurt, but quickly composed himself. He turned off the light and tucked me in. “Good night.” At night, I opened my eyes and looked at Declan sleeping peacefully beside me. I reached out and tapped his nose. Feeling my touch, Declan woke up and instinctively held me tighter, his voice low and drowsy: “Adeline, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare again? Don’t worry; I’m here.” I shook my head and turned over. “Declan, your birthday is coming up, right?” Declan pressed against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me, his warm breath on my neck. “Yes, but it’s not important. Haven’t you always wanted to see the sea of clouds? I’ll take you there on my birthday, okay?” I nodded absently, my mind filled with the scene I witnessed earlier. In the monochrome office, clothes were scattered everywhere. Declan’s face was flushed as he tore off the secretary’s dress and kissed her passionately. “Mia, you’re so rough, you’re hurting me,” she complained coyly. “Is this how you treat your wife at home?” Declan’s eyes, clouded with desire, suddenly turned cold. He tightened his grip on Mia’s neck: “I warned you, don’t mention Adeline in front of me. This is the last time.” “She’s pure, how dare someone like you mention her?” My heart ached. My stomach churned, and I felt nauseous. I never imagined the well-mannered, elegant Declan I knew could be such a different person in private. Violent, lustful, foul-mouthed. This side of him made me sick. The next morning, Declan was already gone. A note by the bed said he had to attend to something urgent at the office. Someone named “Bunny Mia” added me on SnapChat. After I accepted, she said nothing. Instinctively, I checked her updates and found she had just posted. In the photo, Bunny Mia was trying on dresses. In the background, there was a man’s back. It was Declan. Declan’s friend Nash commented below: [Such a great figure, my brother Declan is lucky. Is your sister-in-law trying to conceive recently?] Bunny Mia replied with a shy emoji. Nash continued: [Wishing you a healthy baby soon. Declan is almost thirty, and he’s wanted a child for a long time.] [It’s troublesome that the one at home is weak, can’t touch, can’t bear children. If I were him, I’d have gone crazy by now.] Seeing this, how could I not understand? While I was staring at my phone, a message from Declan suddenly popped up on the screen: [Are you awake, Adeline? Breakfast is in the kitchen, remember to eat.] I put down my phone and indeed found the breakfast he prepared for me in the kitchen. I ate the porridge. Feeling wronged is fine, but my stomach shouldn’t suffer. I messaged my friend to hurry. Lin Wei was puzzled: [In such a rush? Did you tell Mr. Declan about this?] I was silent. Lin Wei was especially shocked: [No way, sis, your husband values you more than his life. If you suddenly fake your death, what if you force him to follow you in death?] All my friends say Declan is crazy in love with me. I used to think so too. After all, everyone knows I’m the person Declan secretly loved since childhood. On the winter night he was almost beaten to death by his adoptive father, I happened to pass by an alley and saved him. He was my little tail for years. I was born weak and gasped after a few steps. Some classmates secretly laughed at me. The thin and small Declan, I don’t know where he got the courage, but he dared to pounce and fight with boys a head taller than him. His eyes were fierce and vicious, like a little wolf pup protecting its owner. Later, the year I married him, I fell ill again. After visiting numerous hospitals, I was still comatose. Declan donated all his hard-earned savings just to gain blessings for me. He also went to various temples to make vows. He said as long as I woke up, he would be willing to lose thirty years of his life. Declan knelt until his knees were bruised, and his head was broken. Everyone said he was crazy in love with me, a rare good man. But this rare good man cheated in the third year of our marriage. I saw with my own eyes how he used someone to satisfy his desires in the office and then lied to me. He was tainted. So tainted it made me sick. I painfully closed my eyes. [Don’t worry about it, just bring the pill.] Another sleepless night. Around nine in the morning, Declan returned. Seeing I wasn’t speaking, he was about to comfort me when his phone suddenly rang. He immediately went to the balcony to take the call, and I quietly followed. “Honey, you just left, and I already miss you. When are you coming to see me? I have a surprise for you,” Mia’s coquettish voice came through the phone. Declan seemed impatient, lighting a cigarette: “I’ll send you money, go shopping by yourself.” Mia’s voice was a bit resentful: “Honey, why do you insist on going home to accompany your wife? She’s so cold, can she satisfy you?” “I bought new lingerie, honey, come and feel it, it’s so comfortable.” Declan’s Adam’s apple moved, obviously tempted. But he still refused coldly: “No, I promised my wife I’d be with her today. If you make her angry, I have a thousand ways to deal with you.” Mia was aggrieved: “Okay, okay, your wife’s matters are the biggest. I’m not important, and the little one in my belly isn’t important to you either!” Declan was stunned: “You’re pregnant?” Mia hummed: “If you don’t come, I’ll have it aborted.” “Wait at home for me.” Declan extinguished the cigarette, and seeing this, I immediately returned to the bedroom. “Adeline, I’m sorry, I have to go back to the company.” Declan looked apologetic. He hugged me and transferred 1 million as compensation. “Okay, you go.” I didn’t have much reaction. Declan finally sighed in relief, grabbed his coat, and left. As soon as he left, Lin Wei arrived. He handed me a box containing a black pill. Lin Wei reminded me: “After swallowing it, your body will become weaker and weaker until the drug takes full effect in 5 days. At that time, you’ll fall into a deep sleep, and from the outside, you’ll look dead.” “The fake death state can only last for a day, so make sure someone looks after you, don’t accidentally get buried.” I swallowed the pill with some cold water. “Miss, are you really going to do this?” Aunt Hazel, the housekeeper, looked at me worriedly and sighed: “Mr. Declan still loves you. There’s room for communication…” My parents passed away early, and Aunt Hazel was by my side as I grew up little by little. To me, Aunt Hazel is like my mother. “Aunt Hazel, I don’t want a man who betrayed me. This city makes me uncomfortable. I’m tired. I want to start a new life somewhere else.” Aunt Hazel sighed: “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Declan left for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In the selfies, the girl was holding a man’s arm, smiling brightly. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think the last post on SnapChat wasn’t enough and deliberately posted various photos to provoke me. “This city is making me miserable. I’m worn out and need to start fresh somewhere new.” Auntie Qing sighed, “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you.” Declan was gone for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In her selfies, a girl was clinging to a man’s arm, her smile radiant and bright. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, I’m so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think her last Facebook post didn’t provoke me enough, so she deliberately posted various photos to get under my skin. The few friends and relatives commenting were all congratulating her. A passerby noticed Mia’s boyfriend’s shirt was worth $30,000 and asked who this wealthy man was. Mia replied with a cheeky photo, sticking her tongue out. Even though the man didn’t show his face, the watch on his wrist, which I had helped design, revealed his identity. Declan. His supposed office visit was actually a trip with his little secretary. I gave a wry smile. No worries, in five days, Adeline will undergo a complete transformation. I tossed my phone aside, choosing to ignore it. But Mia clearly wasn’t going to let it go. Lately, her Twitter updates have become more frequent. On the first day, she posted a photo of a barbecue. The edge of the photo showed a man with rolled-up sleeves, holding a skewer, looking unsure of how to eat it. [Asked my boyfriend, he said it was his first time having street food with a girl. Feeling so honored, love you, darling.] The next day, she posted a photo collage from the amusement park. [Mr. Declan took me on the Ferris wheel today. When we reached the highest point, I silently made a wish for Mr. Declan to stay by my side forever.] [Wore a short skirt today, didn’t expect him to say it didn’t look good, hmph, but his eyes were clearly glued to me.] Before bed, she even posted a picture of them checking into a hotel room. I pretended I hadn’t seen any of it. Unexpectedly, she couldn’t hold back and messaged me in the middle of the night. [Sis Adeline, I know you’ve seen everything.] [Mr. Declan told you he was at the office these days, but actually, we went on a trip together. Has he ever taken you out for fun?] [Admit it, I’m the one he truly loves.] [If I were you, I’d hurry up and get a divorce. Wait too long, and you might end up with nothing from the assets when you’re considered past your prime.] I’m sorry, it looks like there isn’t any text provided for translation. Could you please share the specific text that needs translating? I frowned, feeling a bit put off. Still, I didn’t respond to her. At least, the situation between Declan and me didn’t need to be discussed with outsiders. I’ve been busy these past few days, arranging my affairs for after I’m gone. I split my shares and properties into two parts. One part was transferred to Aunt Hazel, and I instructed her to sell the other part after my departure to donate to those in need. Over the years, Declan has trusted me completely, and the people in the company all respected me greatly. Even if someone noticed anomalies with the shares, they wouldn’t report it to Declan. The transfer and allocation of assets went smoothly. After everything was set, I packed up all my belongings from the villa and returned to Adeline’s family with my suitcase. Two days before my fake death, Declan returned. He looked a bit tired. If it weren’t for those Twitter posts from Mia, I might have believed his story about being busy with work.

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Zoe and Jack were once the most talked-about couple in our elite social circles. But at my birthday party, he was drawn to another girl. He said she was exactly his type, and even found her little schemes endearing. He broke off our engagement for her. When the media asked about me, his ex-girlfriend, Jack coolly replied: “Zoe is a nice girl, but I want to live for myself for once.” But later, he regretted marrying her. Everyone in our circle said Jack and I were the perfect match. We came from similar backgrounds and looked good together. More importantly, we weren’t bound by family interests. We got together at 16, each other’s first love. Our friends all said Jack and I were so lucky. In high society, true love is the most precious thing, and we had found it at just 16. But when I was ready to marry Jack, another girl appeared. At my birthday party, my childhood friend Olivia brought along a strikingly beautiful girl. “This is my friend Chloe. Her family is in the copper mining business,” Olivia said. I quickly ran through the names in my head. Growing up in these circles, you hear about all the major business families. But I’d never heard of a copper mining family with that surname. … I was a bit annoyed that Olivia had brought an outsider without warning me. To put it bluntly, our circle is exclusive. But at the root of it, we’ve seen too many people with ulterior motives, so we try to avoid trouble. This Chloe was trouble. She wore a bright red dress, flitting around the room like a butterfly. Even more flashy than me, the birthday girl. In one evening, she managed to add almost every guest on SnapChat. When the singer on stage finished a song, Chloe boldly went up, saying she wanted to sing a birthday song for me. I found it bizarre. I didn’t even know her, but she spoke as if we were close friends. She sang well. Her voice was sultry and alluring, her body swaying to the music, showing off her slender waist. My best friend Lucy complained: “Zoe, where did you find this kind of friend?” “She’s not celebrating your birthday, she’s clearly fishing for a rich husband.” I shrugged: “I don’t know her. Olivia brought her.” Lucy scoffed: “You didn’t hear how familiar she acted with you. Anyone would think you two were best friends!” She unlocked her phone and deleted the new SnapChat contact.

I didn’t think much of Chloe. I’d seen too many people trying to use our connections for their own gain. In the future, we’d just have to be stricter about guest lists. There probably wouldn’t be another chance to meet. But I didn’t expect her to actively provoke me. After finishing her song, she came over with her phone, asking to add Jack on SnapChat. Jack smiled noncommittally: “If I add you, my girlfriend won’t be happy.” But Chloe pouted coyly: “You’re kidding, Zoe isn’t that petty.” She turned to me: “Right, Zoe?” I coldly replied: “First, I don’t know you, so don’t act so familiar.” “Second, I didn’t invite you to my birthday, so please leave.” I called security to escort her out of the hall. Jack put his arm around me and chuckled: “I didn’t know my Zoe was so possessive.” It wasn’t really that. I just hated people trying to use my status and connections to climb the social ladder, while treating me like an idiot.

Chloe hadn’t been gone long when Jack’s assistant came and called him out. I thought it was work-related, so I didn’t ask. But he was gone for a long time. When I asked the staff, I found out Jack’s car had been hit – his new Bugatti. The car that hit him was a red Porsche, driven by Chloe. I went outside wearing a coat and saw the girl in her thin dress apologizing profusely to Jack. She was crying, insisting she had to help Jack fix the car no matter what. Jack looked displeased but didn’t give her a hard time, telling her not to worry about it. Chloe bit her lip: “Jack, I know you’re a good person.” “But I caused such big trouble, I can’t let it go without making amends.” “Can I… can I treat you to a meal as an apology? Give me a chance to make it up to you, please?” She took out her phone, wanting to add Jack’s contact. To my surprise, Jack agreed. I walked over to them: “Chloe, you were driving drunk, you should face the consequences.” “Lin, please call the police for me.” Lin was Jack’s assistant. He nodded, looking to Jack for approval. But Jack stopped me: “Let it go, it’s not a big deal.” He said to Chloe: “Call a driver to take you home.” I got angry: “How is it not a big deal? Her red car was parked several rows away from your Bugatti.” “If she wasn’t completely drunk, how could she possibly hit you from so far away?” “She was driving drunk, I’m calling the police. What’s wrong with that?” Seeing Lin not moving, I took out my phone to call myself. Jack was getting impatient: “Do you have to be so aggressive?”

I’ve always been straightforward, and Jack usually indulged me. But this time, he gave me the cold shoulder over a girl he’d just met. Chloe was taken away by the police, looking frail in her thin dress. Jack seemed very disappointed in me and asked: “Was that really necessary?” “Yes.” “Girls who are so domineering aren’t likeable.” I was stunned for a moment, then looked at him seriously: “Jack, I, Zoe, don’t live my life to please anyone.” We parted on bad terms that day. We didn’t contact each other for the next few days. When Lucy met me for lunch, she advised: “I know you’re a spoiled rich girl, but this time you should give Jack a way out!” “He’s under so much pressure at work lately, it’s normal for him to be irritable.” I thought about it and realized she was right. He had just taken over the family business and was struggling. The uncles and senior executives weren’t cooperating, causing him all sorts of headaches. I was about to send him a conciliatory message when I saw a waiter leading a man and woman to the window-side table with the best view. No wonder I couldn’t book that table for lunch today. Chloe’s apology dinner – Jack had kept the appointment after all. I deleted the reconciliation message I’d typed out. Instead, I sent: “Let’s break up.” Send.

Jack put down his phone and looked around as if sensing something, meeting my gaze. I put on my coat and turned to leave, but he caught up with me: “Zoe, don’t be like this.” Chloe chased after us too: “Zoe, don’t misunderstand, we were just…” I snapped at her: “This doesn’t concern you. Stay out of it.” “Jack, I’m not playing around. I really don’t want you anymore.” His expression was very serious. “Zoe, don’t regret this.” … After so many years together, I thought ending it would be harder. But it wasn’t. My parents had always told me I didn’t need to marry for family interests. They hoped I would date and marry someone I truly liked. I used to like Jack. But today in the restaurant, I suddenly realized I didn’t like him that much anymore. Not enough to fight another woman over him.

After that, my family’s company expanded into the French market, and I was abroad for a few months. Jack called me several times, but I didn’t answer. He sent me a message: “I’m going to be with Chloe now. Do you mind?” Looking at my phone, I felt more certain that ending things decisively was the right choice. Better to break up early and be free, than to be disgusted for months. I replied: “Do whatever you want.” But he seemed unwilling to let it go: “Zoe, you really don’t care about me at all, do you?” … A few days later, Jack brought Chloe as his official girlfriend to a social gathering. Lucy was puzzled: “Is Jack an idiot? Can’t he see she’s just a gold-digger?” I said: “Maybe he doesn’t mind. Who knows.” Logically, he should mind. People who approach you for personal gain will eventually harm you for personal gain. But it wasn’t my business anymore. Knowing I had no lingering feelings for Jack, Lucy sent me screenshots of Chloe’s Twitter to gossip about. Scuba diving, baking, afternoon tea, skiing. She perfectly fulfilled netizens’ fantasies of a rich girl’s life. But girls in our circle could tell at a glance – she was just a knockoff socialite. Girls who grew up in luxury don’t post 8 selfies for a $100 afternoon tea. It’s just an ordinary day, nothing worth showing off. But she was genuinely beautiful, with a great figure. Netizens called her a “goddess”. Her influencer friend casually revealed: [The goddess is taken now, her boyfriend is the heir to the J Group.] That’s when netizens realized: [Isn’t the J heir Jack?] [What? He and Zoe broke up???] News spreads fast online. That evening, both my parents and Jack’s parents learned about our breakup from trending topics on Twitter. I was urgently called back to the States.

My family and Jack’s family were old friends. A breakup wasn’t a big deal, but we were already engaged. If Jack had been more sensible, he should have at least informed both sets of parents first, let the families jointly announce the end of the engagement, before going public with his new girlfriend. The way things happened made it look like I’d been abandoned, which made my family lose face. Jack’s father was furious: “Don’t you have any sense? Throwing away basic courtesy for some random woman!” “Apologize to Zoe right now!” “That Chloe girl will never be accepted by our family!” Jack’s mother even slapped him twice to appease me. My parents were extremely angry at first, but seeing Jack’s parents had made their stance clear, and that I didn’t seem heartbroken, they decided not to pursue the matter. After a chaotic afternoon, Jack and I left my family’s house one after another. Chloe was waiting for him outside. Seeing the slap marks on Jack’s face, she suddenly went crazy and slapped me hard. I was stunned for a moment. I, Zoe, had never been hit by anyone in my life. After a few seconds, I finally reacted and was about to strike back. But Jack shielded Chloe behind him. She even shouted: “You can look down on me, but you can’t hurt Jack!” I was shaking with anger: “Jack, get out of the way. I’ll slap her once, and we’ll call it even.” But Jack said: “What’s the point of an eye for an eye? It’s just a misunderstanding, can’t she just apologize?” “If you want to hit someone, you can slap me!” I laughed bitterly: “What? Tired of being useless, now you want to play the hero?” I raised my knee and hit him hard between the legs. With a cry of pain, Jack crumpled to the ground. “A slap isn’t enough. This is more satisfying.”

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I lost my ability to speak due to childhood trauma. My parents, not wanting me around, arranged for me to marry my sister’s fiancé, Jasper, who was in a coma. Through three years of dedicated care, Jasper eventually emerged from his coma. Yet, his first request was for a divorce. He believed my sister had been the one caring for him all these years and insisted he would marry no one else. Later, I overheard his friend explaining it had actually been me caring for him. Jasper merely shrugged it off, saying, “I knew all along, but I can’t have a wife who doesn’t speak.” Feeling utterly defeated, I sought the help of a hypnotherapist to erase my memories, hoping it would restore my speech. When I awoke, I looked at the man by the hospital bed and asked, perplexed, “Who are you?” The man in front of me was stunned… 1. Jasper had been in a coma for three years, and when he opened his eyes, I was the first person he saw. However, his gaze was filled with a fleeting disappointment. I was too elated to notice and eagerly helped him sit up, sharing the joyous news with my friends. Soon, the room was bustling with people. Meanwhile, I, who had been by his side for three long years, found myself pushed to the sidelines, unnoticed. Lydia arrived fashionably late, clad in a stunning blue dress, as if she’d just come from a celebration. Jasper grasped Lydia’s hand, his eyes brimming with emotion, “My love, thank you for everything over these three years.” His words left everyone in the room momentarily frozen, the air thick with tension. I stood awkwardly, fiddling with my clothes, unable to voice my side of the story because of my speech disorder. His friend tried to clarify, “Jasper, it’s Cora who’s your wife.” Jasper’s expression turned cold, glaring at me as if I were the intruder in his and Lydia’s relationship. I had always known Jasper was fond of my cousin Lydia. They were to be wed, but a car accident left him comatose. My cousin, unwilling to face hardship, had pleaded with my parents. Upon learning it was Jasper, I agreed to marry him in her stead. I never imagined that after three years of meticulous care, this would be the result. I quickly picked up my phone to type out an explanation, only for Lydia to snatch it away. She smiled insincerely, “Sister, Jasper just woke up. He can’t handle too much information right now. You should leave.” Sensing the uneasy atmosphere, others in the room made their excuses to depart. As the door closed, Lydia threw herself into Jasper’s arms, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Jasper, you’ve finally woken up. I’ve waited for you for so long…” A sharp pain clenched my heart, and my hand trembled slightly on the door handle. After some time, Lydia opened the door, her face still streaked with tears. Suspiciously, I stepped into the room, only for a glass to crash at my feet. “Cora, you really went to great lengths just to marry me!” “Using such despicable tactics, aren’t you ashamed?” The shattered glass cut my leg, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the hurt inside. Jasper was my childhood friend, the one person who didn’t mind my inability to speak and encouraged me to seek help. But after meeting Lydia, he became drawn to her. The boy who once promised to marry me slowly drifted away, and now he saw me as the villain disrupting their relationship. I anxiously gestured in sign language, only to remember he couldn’t understand it, and shakily picked up my phone to type an explanation. Lydia looked at me mockingly, knocking my phone to the ground, rendering it useless. “Sister, please let us be together!” I stood there, frozen. Sign language and my phone were my only means of communication, and now I couldn’t even defend myself. I shook my head in desperation, but the world can be a cruel place, especially for someone who can’t speak. 2. My parents somehow got wind of the situation and rushed to the hospital. I felt a flicker of hope, stopping them and frantically gesturing for them to explain on my behalf. They could only understand basic sign language. Mom gave a slight nod, but Dad merely brushed past me, leading Mom into the room. After some small talk, Mom hesitated, “Cora, she…” Sensing what Mom intended to say, Lydia interrupted, “Mom, my sister just cares too much about Jasper. Don’t blame her.” My eyes widened in disbelief as I grabbed Lydia, gesturing furiously, “You’re lying! You’re lying!” She rubbed her wrist, nestling into Jasper’s arms, looking pitiful, “I’m sorry, sister. Don’t be angry. I won’t say more.” I gestured desperately at Mom, my vision blurring, “Tell him it’s not like this!” Mom avoided my gaze. A sense of hopelessness washed over me; caring for Jasper alone for three years hadn’t felt as despairing as today. Dad’s face darkened, “Weren’t you the one who insisted your sister step aside? Saying Jasper wouldn’t know anyway.” I could hardly believe my own father would distort the truth so much; his words pierced my heart like needles. It was my sister who had refused to marry Jasper, deeming him worthless, and my parents who had made me marry him instead. Jasper sneered, “Cora, it’s a good thing I woke up, or I would have died with regrets.” I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth, realizing how little I meant to him. Mom pulled me out of the room, her face apologetic, “Don’t blame your dad; we owe it to Lydia.” My cousin’s parents died saving mine, so they took Lydia in, treating her as their own. Out of guilt, my parents made me yield to her in everything. If I disagreed, Lydia would cry, lamenting how things would be better if her parents were alive. After I developed my speech disorder, when I needed company the most, Lydia had my parents take her on a vacation abroad. Her mocking words from three years ago still echoed, “A mute and a coma patient, perfectly matched!” Mom continued, “Now that Jasper is awake, he will divorce you sooner or later.” “Leaving a good impression will raise your sister’s status higher, right?” Tears fell to the ground, and I pounded my chest hard, the only way to ease the pain in my heart. But it was them who owed my uncle and aunt, so why should I have to repay it? Jasper acted quickly. In the morning, he decided to divorce, and by the afternoon, the divorce papers were ready. Afraid of any trouble, he hired bodyguards to ensure I signed my name. I let out a bitter laugh, slowly writing my name. Jasper had once saved my life; I had cared for him for three years. We were even now. 3. The evening autumn breeze carried a chill. Once my phone was repaired, I immediately messaged Dr. Wesley, “I want to try the hypnosis therapy you mentioned.” Dr. Wesley quickly replied, “After hypnosis, you’ll lose some memories.” “And you’ll need a family member to sign a consent form, ensuring someone takes care of you during recovery.” My eyes lingered on the words “family member,” unable to think of anyone who could sign for me. I scrolled through my contacts, hesitating over one name. Unexpectedly, a message popped up, “I’m back in the country today. How about a meal together?” I quickly replied, setting a meeting place. I gazed out at the scenery, my thoughts drifting far away. Asher was the son of my sign language teacher; I became familiar with him while attending classes at their house. Three years ago, when he discovered I was marrying someone in a coma, he angrily smashed the birthday gift he had for me, saying his mom teaching me sign language was a waste. I retaliated with harsh words in sign language. Later, he studied abroad, and I thought we’d never meet again. I never expected him to return, looking more mature, with an aura that warned strangers away when not smiling. I got straight to the point, asking in sign language if he could pretend to be my family member and sign for me. His expression froze, clenching his hands tightly as if suppressing something. “Are you sure?” I nodded slightly; these memories meant nothing to me, and erasing them would allow me to speak. “Okay.” Returning to the house, it was already evening, and my belongings were carelessly thrown in the hallway. Jasper glanced at me indifferently, “Cora, don’t say I didn’t leave you any dignity; from now on, you’ll stay in the guest room.” I nodded slightly; he didn’t expect me to be so calm, examining me up and down. I would soon forget him; where I lived no longer mattered. A small dog suddenly ran out of the house, and I froze, instinctively grabbing Jasper’s arm. He frowned displeasedly, harshly shaking off my hand. “Cora, know your place.” His force was strong, catching me off guard, and I fell to the ground, pain shooting through my wrist. I’ve been afraid of dogs since childhood, and the boy who once promised to protect me for life now let go of my hand. He hesitated, wanting to reach out and help me up. I pretended not to notice, enduring the pain to stand up. Lydia emerged from the room, clinging to Jasper’s arm, acting coy. “The little one doesn’t like being confined; let’s give it a bigger room.” Jasper dotingly ruffled her hair, “Alright, let’s give it the newly tidied guest room.” “Cora, move to the basement.” How ironic; in his eyes, I’m worth less than a stray dog they took in. While packing my things, I suddenly noticed a strange smell. He looked at me with a trace of annoyance and reached out to grab my arm. I pretended not to notice and endured the pain as I sat up. Lydia emerged from the room, holding Jasper’s hand, speaking sweetly, “Little Cutie doesn’t like being confined. Let’s move it to a bigger room.” Jasper gently tousled her hair. “Alright, let’s give Little Cutie the guest room we just prepared.” “Cora, you’ll move to the basement.” How absurd. To him, I’m not even worth as much as the stray dog they’ve taken in. While packing, I noticed a strange smell. I traced it to find a large yellow stain on a red coat. This coat was a birthday gift from Jasper. My birthday coincides with the day my uncle and aunt are memorialized, so my parents never allowed me to celebrate it. Jasper had secretly given me the coat, promising, “Cora, from now on, I’ll celebrate every birthday with you.” Promises hold value only when there’s love behind them. I treasured that coat so much that I never wore it. Now, it seems I never will. Seeing the coat, Jasper seemed momentarily moved and instructed the butler to have it dry-cleaned. But I threw it into the trash bin, along with all the photos of Jasper and me over the years. I want no ties to him in the future. Jasper fixed his gaze on me, speaking slowly, “Lydia has such a kind heart to adopt Little Cutie. If you upset her, there will be consequences.” Sometimes, when words fail, all you can do is laugh. It seems Jasper has completely forgotten that I’m afraid of dogs. Apparently, Jasper had given orders, as not one servant offered to help me. I endured the pain in my wrist, packing until evening, clearing out everything connected to Jasper. For the first time in three years, I was staying at home. Ever since Jasper became comatose, I practically lived in the hospital. Initially, people visited, but eventually, his family gave up on him, and it was mostly just the two of us in the hospital room. Just as dawn broke and I had drifted off to sleep, a basin of cold water jolted me awake. Jasper looked down at me, “Cora, you’re getting lazier by the day.” “You’re no longer the mistress of this house. How dare you sleep in?” Dazed, I nodded slightly to show I understood. I wiped the water from my face, got up, and changed my clothes. In the villa, the servants were bustling about. The butler glanced at me and directed me to clean the piano. It dawned on me that today was Lydia’s birthday. My fingers brushed over the keys, releasing beautiful music. Jasper once said my hands were meant for playing the piano, but now they’re used for cleaning it. A self-deprecating smile appeared on my lips. Sweet words are only genuine at the moment they’re spoken. Halfway through cleaning, I received a message from Dr. Wesley: [Tomorrow at ten in the morning.] I quickly replied with “okay” and forwarded the message to Asher. The prospect of being able to speak again lifted my spirits. I thought this party had nothing to do with me, but Jasper dragged me into the dressing room, and I was surprised to be handed a dress. He looked impatient. “Hurry up and change. If you don’t participate, how will people talk about Lydia?” It turns out he was just worried about gossip concerning Lydia. I touched the large stain on the dress, feeling numb inside. I remembered Lydia’s Snapchat story from an hour ago: [It doesn’t matter if the dress gets dirty. Jasper will prepare two for me.] Lydia stood by the cake like an elegant princess, while I felt like a clown for their amusement. I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, sitting in the corner. Yet, the whispers still reached my ears. “What’s on her dress? It’s disgusting!” “She’s shameless enough to steal her sister’s engagement.” “I heard she’s mute too.” The mocking voices were relentless, and I clutched the hem of my dress tightly. Lydia sat by the piano, the spotlight on her, capturing everyone’s attention. The music abruptly stopped, and she exclaimed, “It hurts! Why is there a blade in the piano?” The butler pointed at me in the corner. “Only Miss Cora touched the piano!” Jasper glared at me, roughly dragging me to the piano and pressing my hands onto the keys. The pain was so intense I could barely breathe. “Cora, this is the price of your wrongdoing.” After saying that, he ignored my bleeding hands and carried Lydia out. I clearly saw Lydia give me a triumphant smile. Later, an ambulance took me to the hospital, but all the doctors were called to consult for Lydia. Before I passed out from blood loss, I heard a nurse shout angrily, “If her hands aren’t treated in time, she’ll be permanently disabled!” Tears slid from the corners of my eyes. I wish I had never met Jasper. Meanwhile, a doctor recognized Jasper and greeted him. “How’s your wife? She took care of you for three years. It’s good to see her suffering is over.” It looks like there’s no text available for translation. 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My stepsister, Esme, has dissociative identity disorder and becomes violently aggressive whenever she sees me. She once attacked me with a knife, leaving me severely injured. Yet, my father and brother blamed me for provoking her. “You know Willa can’t handle stress. Why did you have to show up in front of her?” “Willa has nothing, unlike you. As her sister, you should let her have the family home.” These accusations took a toll on me, and I developed a severe mental disorder. Even my childhood fiancé fell for my stepsister, leaving me for her and holding a lavish wedding. Unable to cope with his betrayal, I lost my composure and caused a scene at their wedding. I was subsequently locked in a psychiatric hospital, where I died in misery. Meanwhile, my stepsister enjoyed the wealth I left behind, adored by my family and fiancé. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when Esme was brandishing a knife, demanding I leave the house. This time, I vowed to see which was stronger: her disorder or my resolve! 1. “Get out!” “This is my home. I will not let an outsider like you set foot in here!” Esme’s demeanor changed drastically upon seeing me. She picked up a fruit knife from the table and lunged at me. I was ready, sidestepping her attack and then kicking her hard. She crashed to the ground, too pained even to groan. I bent down, picked up the dropped knife, and waved it in the air. “Where were you aiming just now? The arm, neck, or… the heart?” I said as I approached Esme with a cold smile. My actions terrified everyone else in the room. My stepmother rushed to shield her with her body, screaming. My father glared at me sternly and scolded me harshly. “Lydia, what madness is this? Willa has dissociative identity disorder; she’s ill. Why argue with her?” “Your mental state is even more unstable. You seem more like a mental patient than Willa!” My brother, Jasper, grabbed my hand holding the knife tightly, glaring at me with disdain. “Lunatic!” he spat. Instead of getting angry, I laughed hysterically, tears streaming down my face. Yes, I had lost my mind, driven there by them! In my previous life. When mom died in a car accident, dad managed Lydia Corp alone, working late into the night. I felt sorry for him and couldn’t stop him from remarrying. His new partner was his long-time secretary. To blend into the family more easily, my stepmother had her daughter change her name to match his surname. Esme was the opposite of my quiet nature, sweet and understanding, quickly winning Jasper’s approval. They were closer than I, his biological sister, could ever be. Despite feeling sorry for mom, I tried to accept the new family members. But no matter how friendly I was, Esme always showed hostility toward me. My stepmother explained that Esme had been triggered in childhood, developing dissociative identity disorder. Her second personality would emerge when sensing malice. This condition was like an excuse for everything. Esme shredded my clothes, and they sided with her. She destroyed all of mom’s relics, and they sided with her. She didn’t allow me into this house, stabbed me, and they still sided with her. In my past life, I nearly died at this moment. When I finally regained consciousness, I was met with harsh reproach. “You know Willa can’t handle stress. Why do you keep showing up in front of her? Are you trying to push her to her death?” “Willa has nothing, unlike you. Why can’t you give her the family home?” Esme felt so guilty for injuring me that she self-harmed. Dad and my brother blamed me for everything, hating me to the core, constantly abusing me verbally. Even when they learned I had a mental disorder, they didn’t stop mocking me. “We only said a few things, and you can’t handle it? Lydia, if you’re pretending to be sick, at least be convincing.” “Do you think you can take our love for Willa by being sick? Wishful thinking!” My childhood sweetheart, Declan, also thought I was being unreasonable and insisted on calling off our engagement, only to announce his upcoming wedding with Esme. On their wedding day, everyone was happy for the couple, except me. I couldn’t accept Declan’s betrayal and mentally collapsed, repeatedly asking, “Why do you love Esme and not me?” My crazed state terrified the guests. To maintain order, Declan and my family teamed up to have me institutionalized. There, I suffered inhumane treatment and soon died miserably. Perhaps my resentment was too strong because my soul lingered around Esme after death. I watched her enjoy the enormous wealth I left behind, adored by my family and fiancé. Her life was happy and satisfying, and her violent second personality never appeared again. My family also tacitly never mentioned it. Until I overheard her talking with my stepmother. “Mom, thanks to your brilliance in having me fake dissociative identity disorder, I could drive that wretch Lydia out and live such a good life!” My stepmother was quite pleased. “After enduring humiliation for so many years, we finally got what we wanted.” “It’s just a pity that old hag died too early to see her suffering and regret.” The mother and daughter laughed together. That’s when I realized Esme never had dissociative identity disorder. The pretense was revenge against mom, to take everything from her! Gideon knew all about this. He craved power, married into Lydia’s family, but couldn’t let go of his first love. They kept in touch secretly and had an illegitimate daughter. Just when he struggled to keep the secret, mom died unexpectedly. He was overjoyed and hurriedly arranged formal identities for the mother and daughter. To compensate for the grievances they suffered over the years, he chose to sacrifice me without hesitation. Luckily, I was given a chance to start over. This time, I won’t foolishly waste time and energy on unattainable love and family affection. I will expose Esme’s facade and guard mom’s wealth in Lydia Corp! With this in mind, I couldn’t bear to wait any longer. I raised my free hand and slapped Jasper hard. Since they called me crazy, I’ll show them just how crazy I can get! 2. Jasper was stunned by my slap. I took advantage of his daze to easily free myself from his grip. Realizing what happened, Jasper furiously wanted to retaliate. But I was quicker than him. With a sharp slap, the other side of Jasper’s face swelled up quickly, creating a kind of symmetry. I was quite satisfied with my handiwork, though the one being hit didn’t think the same. He was furious, determined to teach me a lesson. I wouldn’t give Jasper that chance. With a twist of my wrist, the sharp knife tip pressed against his vulnerable throat. Jasper’s face turned pale instantly, and his voice trembled. “Murder is illegal! Lydia, calm down!” I took the opportunity to remind him. “I forgot to mention, I do have a mental disorder. When I have an episode, I can’t control my actions. I’m the kind who won’t go to jail even if I kill someone.” “So, Jasper, stop provoking me. Got it?” With the blade so close, Jasper nodded repeatedly, unable to utter a word of defiance. Seeing he was sensible for once, I silently withdrew the knife. There were others I needed to deal with, so I decided to let him go for now. With the immediate threat resolved, my stepmother immediately spoke in her exaggerated, affected tone. “Though you’re reclusive and sullen, you’ve been pampered since childhood. How could you have such an illness? It must be quack doctors tricking you for money!” “Don’t worry, mom will find another doctor for you.” In the past, I would have been moved by her display of concern. But now, I immediately recognized her jealousy of my material conditions. I glanced at Gideon. As expected, I saw intense guilt and remorse in his eyes. It disgusted me so much that I immediately mocked him. “Don’t act all motherly.” “You, a low-class thing, aren’t worthy of associating with me!” My stepmother gritted her teeth in anger. But she had to maintain her dignified and virtuous image in front of Gideon. She could only forcefully suppress her temper, lower her head, and pretend to wipe away non-existent tears. Gideon was heartbroken. Pointing his finger at me, he started cursing. “Lydia, watch your mouth!” “Even if you don’t want to accept Esme, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s my lawfully wedded wife, your stepmother, and your elder!” “As a dignified lady, shouting like a shrew, what does it look like? You’ve disgraced me!” “Apologize now! Or I’ll pretend I never had a daughter like you. Get out of this house immediately!” I snorted disdainfully. “My mom went through all the trouble to give birth to me, not you, who only cares about having a good time!” “Do you think I care about being your daughter?” “And I should remind you, this is Lydia’s family estate. You’re a Gideon. If anyone should leave, it’s you, not me!” Gideon didn’t expect me to defy him too. Trembling, he kept cursing me as a brat. I was tired of listening and coldly interrupted. “If you want me to be filial, it’s not impossible.” “When you’re dead, I can, for the sake of being father and daughter, burn some money for you.” “For example, like this…” Saying that, I took out some leftover ceremonial paper money, lit it with a lighter, and tossed it over. My aim was excellent, hitting Gideon squarely. The flames spread along his clothes. Gideon started screaming and rolling on the ground, trying to put out the fire. Gideon never imagined I would stand up to him. His hands trembled as he called me a bastard over and over. I was tired of listening, so I cut him off coldly. “If you want me to show filial piety, it’s not impossible.” “Maybe when you die, I’ll burn some money for you out of our father-daughter connection.” “Like this…” With that, I pulled out some spirit money I had left over from a ritual and set it on fire with a lighter before tossing it at him. My aim was precise; it landed straight on Gideon. The flames quickly spread across his clothes. He screamed in agony, rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the fire. My stepmother and Jasper rushed over in a panic, creating a scene of chaos. That’s exactly what I was waiting for! As their attention was focused on Gideon, I turned back to Esme. “Finally, we can continue.” Her expression remained angry and fierce, but if you looked closely, you could see the fear in her eyes. She was scared. Afraid I might really kill her. I looked down at her, savoring the moment. Then I tightened my grip on the knife and lunged at her with force! In a life-and-death moment, Esme unleashed unexpected strength and narrowly avoided a fatal blow. The knife only grazed her arm. Fortunately, I had used considerable force, and her wound was deep. In the blink of an eye, blood poured out like a stream, pooling on the floor. She screamed in pain. The others heard the commotion and rushed over much faster than I had anticipated. I had to abandon the idea of finishing the job. Before I could escape, Jasper grabbed my hair. “Lydia, are you looking to die?” His eyes were red with anger. His hand tightened around my neck, and the suffocating sensation overwhelmed me. My hands fell weakly, and the knife dropped to the ground. At that moment, my own brother genuinely wanted to kill me! In my past life, when Esme hurt me, it was considered my fault. In this life, when I hurt her to protect myself, it was unforgivable. In my family’s eyes, Esme was always pure and good; no matter what, everything was my fault. How ridiculous is that? Luckily, I no longer yearn for their love. With effort, I opened my mouth: “If you kill me, they won’t make it either.” “Before I die, I can take two more down with me. It’s worth it.” Jasper followed my gaze. Esme lay in a pool of blood, barely breathing. Gideon was drenched, his chest blackened, his condition uncertain. My stepmother was a mess, crying in panic. Every extra minute we delayed added more danger. Jasper didn’t dare engage with me further. He tossed me aside like trash. I gasped for the precious fresh air, coldly watching Jasper scramble around. Before leaving with the medical staff, he threw one last sentence at me. “Lydia, just you wait, this isn’t over!” Threatening me? Someone who’s already faced death once doesn’t fear threats. My eyes were filled with murderous intent. This isn’t over by a long shot! As soon as Jasper and the others left, I had the locks changed. Once that was done, I discovered Esme’s name dominated dozens of trending topics. I almost forgot she was a beauty influencer with millions of followers. The most popular video showed Esme lying in a hospital bed, her delicate face devoid of color. Even so, she forced herself to endure discomfort and sincerely apologized. “I’ve suffered severe injuries. After careful consideration, I’ve decided to take a break and recuperate.” “Thank you to my fans for understanding. Also, please don’t blame my sister. She just couldn’t accept that the family’s love for her was divided by me, and she lost control, which led to hurting me.” “I believe Sister Lydia didn’t do it on purpose!” Her choked-up voice, along with tears in her eyes, made Esme seem extremely vulnerable and pitiable. Fans, seeing her being wronged, quickly used their skills to dig up all my dirt. My reputation was dragged through the mud: insulting the stepmother, setting fire to the father, injuring the stepsister with a knife… Each incident made onlookers question if a person could truly do such things. Righteous netizens flooded my comments section. “Willa and her mom just joined this family, not to ruin it. Is it necessary to be so hostile?” “Your own mom died, and you can’t stand others being happy. You’re sick, no wonder you’re always going crazy.” “My girl Willa is the most beloved in the world, your jealousy is useless!” “Spoiled, ruthless, inhumane… No combination of bad words can fully describe your malice!” The unpleasant comments were endless. I scanned through them with a blank expression, filled with overwhelming hatred. Again, it’s the same! Clearly, Esme was wrong first. But as soon as she put on another face, played innocent, and acted weak, everyone sided with her, sympathizing with her. Having just saved my life, she immediately provoked me. Does she think the lesson wasn’t enough? Then I’ll make sure Esme remembers it well! I drove to the hospital. Before I even entered, I could hear laughter and joy from inside. “Willa, you can’t move your hand yet. Don’t push yourself. Let Declan feed you.” Faced with Declan’s domineering yet gentle demand, Willa didn’t know how to refuse, and sweetly agreed. “Then I’ll trouble you, Declan ~” Her drawn-out tone was enough to make anyone’s heart melt. Where was the slightest hint of the grievance shown in the video? I raised an eyebrow, pushed the door open, and saw the two on the bed kissing passionately. You could even hear the sticky, intimate sounds echoing in the room. Mouth to mouth. So that’s how he was feeding her. I suppressed my disgust and snapped several photos. After the kiss ended, Declan finally noticed my presence. His previously smiling eyes turned icy the moment he saw me. His voice carried a bone-chilling coldness. “What are you doing here?” “You’re not welcome here, get out!” I laughed mockingly. “What, did I interrupt your little affair?” “Having an affair in broad daylight without shame, but embarrassed when caught? What’s the act for?” I spoke with no mercy. Declan, embarrassed and angry, shouted with a red face. “Lydia, what nonsense are you spouting?” “I’m only atoning for your crime! You’re the one who went crazy and hurt Willa!” “People with dirty minds see everything as dirty!” Esme, on the other hand. Her eyes burned with intense hatred as she threw a bowl of chicken soup at me. I sidestepped it. The porcelain bowl shattered, and the hot soup splashed everywhere. Declan was used to Willa attacking me on sight. After all, in the lies Willa spun about her dissociative identity disorder, one point was her intense possessiveness over Declan. She believed she was Declan’s fiancée, and I was the homewrecker trying to interfere. So whenever she saw me, it was either endless insults or violent attempts to drive me away. Only when I completely disappeared from her sight would she return to normal. Declan’s expression didn’t change. He just leaned over to check if her wound was bleeding. Playing the role of a thoughtful fiancé to perfection. Once he saw no major issue, he relaxed. He continued to condemn me with a tone full of disdain. “You know Willa gets emotionally agitated whenever she sees me talking to you. Yet you still provoke her. Are you trying to leave her with a permanent injury?” “Lydia, you’re too vicious!” Meanwhile, Esme, frustrated by a missed attack, grew even more agitated and rushed at me without care. “Interfering in my relationship, stealing my fiancé.” “Bitch! Homewrecker! Go die!” I knew I couldn’t count on Declan. Acting quickly, I bent down to pick up a shard of the broken porcelain bowl. Then I swiftly got up, seizing the moment, and grabbed the back of her neck. With a slight movement of my wrist holding the shard, a blood mark immediately appeared on Esme’s slender neck. Her sharp, ear-piercing scream abruptly stopped. What followed was Declan’s voice, altered by fear, calling my name repeatedly, urging me to calm down. I found it annoying. I tightened my grip on the shard, about to make a deeper cut. Suddenly, I spotted unexpected guests. Jasper and my stepmother were at the front, uniformed police officers right behind them, with Gideon following, panting heavily. My stepmother wailed, “Let Willa go!” Jasper threatened fiercely, “Lydia, don’t be arrogant! I’ve reported you for attempted murder. Your good days are over!” The police timely intervened, “Release the hostage! If you insist on harming others, I have the authority to shoot you dead!” It appears that there is no original text provided for translation. Please supply the content you wish to be translated, and I’ll be happy to assist. As he spoke, he reached towards his waist, clearly intending to deal with me if I didn’t cooperate. I felt sure I could move faster than the police, but I wasn’t willing to take the risk. Esme was still alive, and I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. After considering my options, I dropped the shards and pushed Esme away with disdain. “Tch, she’s so hard to kill.” She stumbled, nearly falling, but Declan caught her. Noticing her slight trembling, he comforted her with genuine concern. With others around, Esme was cautious not to reveal her fake dissociative identity disorder act, so she only sobbed softly. From a hidden angle, she shot me a taunting glance, as if to say: The one you love has betrayed you for someone else, you pathetic fool. Seeing that made my blood boil, and I wanted to lash out again. The police, sensing my intent, quickly handcuffed me. Declan finally relaxed, glaring at me with undisguised disgust and contempt. “How could you be so cruel to your own sister, Lydia? You’re heartless!” He didn’t bother explaining the situation, just criticized and belittled me. My family didn’t defend me either; they seemed to agree with him. My stepmother declared righteously, “Lydia almost killed Gideon before; she probably has an antisocial personality disorder. Officer, you must keep a strict watch on her, don’t let her harm others!” Jasper nodded repeatedly, “Having such a troublesome sister is my misfortune. Thankfully, Willa is sweet and sensible, nothing like Lydia.” Finally, Gideon sealed it. “Lydia’s actions are unforgivable. Let the law decide her fate!” I was taken away by the police for attempted assault. As soon as the news broke, netizens were elated. “Finally! The always-crazy Lydia is caught! Now my dear Willa can live happily ever after, and her fans are relieved.” “Serves her right! Anyone who harms our younger sister deserves to pay!” “Hope Lydia stays in jail forever!” Soon after, Declan made a public declaration of love. “For years, Lydia clung to me like a parasite, stopping me from being with the one I love.” “Now that Lydia is out of the way, I can finally give Willa the grandest wedding!” Nora wasn’t shy either, boldly responding. “The past hurts are hard to forget, but I’ll cherish every day with my love from now on.” “I hope everyone can, like me, leave the gloom behind and embrace happiness!” Their statements fueled a public backlash against me. “I can’t believe Lydia interfered in Willa’s relationship, how shameless!” “Lydia is so vicious, not only stealing from family but also lovers. Thankfully she’s caught and can’t harm Willa anymore.” “With such trouble around, I can’t imagine the hardship Willa endured at Lydia Corp all these years… My heart aches for our younger sister!” To comfort her distressed fans, Esme decided to livestream her wedding, letting everyone witness her happiness. This decision was widely applauded. Major media outlets eagerly covered this high-profile union of a wealthy young man and a wealthy heiress, gearing up for a big story. And so, Esme’s wedding day arrived amid great anticipation. Esme appeared in a stunning gown. Her white dress and exquisite makeup made her look like a fairy from another world. Declan was mesmerized, reverently kissing her hand. “Willa, my bride, you look beautiful today.” Cameras flashed, capturing the beautiful moment. The livestream chat was filled with praise. Esme, basking in the adoration, finally spoke. “Now, let’s all look back at the journey Declan and I have taken.” “I hope everyone, like me, never gives up no matter how hard it gets, and bravely pursues happiness!” After her words, a pre-recorded sweet video of the two was supposed to play on the big screen. She would then marry the rich and handsome Declan, becoming the envy of all girls. However, the screen showed Esme’s twisted face instead. She tore up my mom’s painting despite my pleas, tearing each piece while cursing. “What ugly paintings, such an eyesore!” But that wasn’t enough. She took scissors and cut my clothes into shreds. “Why should you have what I don’t? I won’t allow it!” She only stopped when my room was in shambles, satisfied, and threw herself pitifully into the late-arriving Jasper’s arms. “My sister was flaunting her stuff, I was so envious. Then, I don’t know how it ended up like this…” With tear-filled eyes, I tried recounting the events. But before I could speak, Jasper harshly reprimanded me. “Enough! I don’t want to hear your excuses for bullying Willa!” “If you hadn’t provoked Willa first, she wouldn’t have damaged your stuff!” The scene shifted to Gideon scolding. “It’s just childhood sweetheart feelings. Is it more important than your sister?” “Since Willa has chosen Declan as her childhood fiancé, you should give up the fiancé title.” “Instead of selfishly holding on and letting Willa be labeled a mistress!” Then, the video showed Esme trying to stab me with a knife. Of course, Declan’s cheating and blaming me for catching him didn’t go unrecorded. Every hurtful deed against me was captured in full. Inside and outside, people couldn’t help but criticize. “Oh my, you never know someone’s true face. Didn’t expect Esme to have two faces!” “Turns out, Esme is the troublemaker, the mistress… Lydia has been bullied and jailed all along, how pitiful…” “Throwing dirt online, bullying Lydia, stealing her lover and family, while pretending to be positive, making fools of us, Esme you’re such a phony!” Overwhelming scorn and disdainful looks deeply stung Esme. She tried to defend herself. “I’m sick, I have dissociative identity disorder.” “I just found out my other personality did so many horrible things to sister Lydia. After the wedding, I’ll definitely apologize to her in jail!” Esme’s tears flowed, making her seem like the victim. Her acting was impressive, and I clapped as I walked from the viewing room to the stage. “No need to wait, apologize and kneel now.” “I will definitely… not forgive you!” Seeing me, Esme looked like she saw a ghost. Her disbelief mixed with fear. Something was clearly wrong. A huge sense of panic overwhelmed her. “Lydia, how are you here! You should be in jail!” Her shrill voice was unpleasant to hear. People who were unsure before now had their minds made up. Yet, some still blindly accused me, despite everything. Jasper looked at me with hatred. “Lydia, how long will you target Willa?” Declan, full of disdain. “Even if you ruined my wedding with Willa using dirty tricks, I won’t marry you, you scheming woman. Give up and stop pestering me!” Gideon sternly ordered. “Lydia, I don’t care how you escaped, go back to serve your sentence! Lydia Corp can’t harbor lawbreakers!” I shrugged and chuckled. “I told you, I have a mental disorder. Why don’t you believe it?” Esme refused to accept reality, mumbling. “Impossible, this can’t be…” Guests in the front row sneered. “Why not? Only you can be sick, and others can’t? What a double standard, quite an eye-opener.” “If I were Lydia, under your daily oppression, I’d be even crazier!” “Lydia was driven mad by your family! You can’t take responsibility, shame!” Everyone chimed in, belittling Esme. Even those who defended her, like Declan, got scolded. “A cheating jerk is no good either!” “Brother’s slap, dad’s two slaps, Esme’s a total disaster.” “Can’t tell right from wrong, twisting the truth, the worst all together, no wonder you’re a family!” “Lydia was too normal for your family before, but now that she’s sick, the whole family can go crazy together.” Esme was humiliated, her face flushed red. Under everyone’s gaze, she only dared to glare at me covertly, not daring to act. After all, with so many people around, including professionals, if she couldn’t hold back and hit me, everyone would know she was faking. Trying to use dissociative identity disorder as an excuse to bully her non-blood-related sister. From now on, she’d be nailed to the pillar of shame, never to wash it off. Seeing her daughter hold back her dissatisfaction, the stepmother was distressed. She quickly pulled out a diagnosis from her bag. On it, in black and white, it stated Esme had dissociative identity disorder. “Willa is really sick, please be gentle with your words, don’t provoke her!” The bright red seal looked quite convincing. People quickly shifted from disgust to sympathy. They didn’t even consider the possibility of a fake diagnosis. I feigned regret. “So Esme really has a mental disorder.” Just wanted to use dissociative identity disorder as an excuse to bully her non-biological sister. From now on, she’ll be forever marked by shame, never able to live it down. Seeing her daughter suppressing her resentment, the stepmother felt a deep heartache. She quickly pulled out a diagnosis certificate from her bag. In clear, stark letters, it stated that Esme was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. “Willa is truly ill, please, everyone, be gentle with her and stop provoking her!” The bold red stamp looked rather intimidating. The crowd’s disdain swiftly turned to sympathy. No one considered that the medical record might be forged. I also put on a show of regret. “So Esme really has a mental disorder, huh.” “It’s a pity she can’t be held accountable or brought to justice.” The stepmother looked at me warily. “What do you mean?” My answer was a snap of my fingers. Simultaneously, a new video started playing on the big screen. A pedestrian was hit on a rainy night. Then, Gideon and Celeste got out of the vehicle. “Such luck, not dead. What now?” “How about hitting again?” “Wouldn’t that be too obvious?” While they were indecisive, a voice urged from inside the car. “Just run over directly.”

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“You, who is the father of your illegitimate child?” My parents demanded to know frantically. They wanted to find out who fathered the child I was carrying. I looked at them and suddenly laughed, “The kidnapper.” Shock froze my parents and brother, leaving them pale-faced. I continued softly, “Don’t you remember? The kidnapper asked for ransom, but you chose to save your other beloved daughter instead, saying I needed to learn a lesson.” My mother slumped onto the sofa. “That’s impossible. We just wanted to teach you not to bully Adeline. We never thought…” I knelt before my mother, “You never considered that the kidnapper might violate me, did you?” Without waiting for her to respond, I pressed on, “Did you really think a group of male kidnappers would show mercy?” My mother opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, “When I returned home covered in scars, why did no one ask me about them?” “You didn’t come to rescue me. You just took Adeline away.” “You didn’t come on the first day, or the second, or even after a whole month…” “Did you think the kidnapper still believed they could get a ransom?” Now it’s over. I’m dying.

The next day, as I prepared to go to the hospital for surgery, I ran into Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Adeline’s stomach issues had flared up again, and the whole family was anxiously by her side. I went to the doctor’s office, confirmed my surgery time, and then left to handle my admission paperwork. Asher saw me and grabbed my arm, with Adeline glaring fiercely behind him. “Why are you at the hospital? Adeline’s not eating because of you, and now she’s sick. What more do you want?” Asher accused harshly. I waved him off, “I’m not here to see you.” To me, the Beckett family had become distant, like strangers. Since I decided not to be part of the Beckett family anymore, I would sever all ties with them, just like… my parents had done with me. Perhaps, deep down, I did have the same cold blood as the Beckett family. I shook off Asher and turned to leave. I used to always watch the backs of Mr. Beckett, Mrs. Beckett, and Asher. Now I finally didn’t have to. The biopsy results came back, confirming a stage 4 brain tumor. Surgery was no longer an option, and the child couldn’t be kept. How could I keep the child? When I got off the operating table, I felt like I had lost half my life. I slept for two days, but it felt like just a light nap. If death is like this, it doesn’t seem too hard to accept. The doctor said my abortion was successful, but the cancer had spread. I knew my time was shorter. A month later, I was discharged, with the doctor advising me to continue chemotherapy. It was then I received a call from Adeline. She said if I was leaving the Beckett family, I should do it thoroughly. She arranged to meet me at the coffee shop to return my belongings. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the coffee shop, where Adeline was already impatiently waiting. I didn’t expect Asher to be there too. He scrutinized me, I had lost weight too quickly in that month, leaving me gaunt, and the pain from the cancer made my eyes dark. “Cora, look at you. How can you compare to Adeline? You’ve brought shame to the Beckett family,” Asher said. I didn’t respond, picked up my luggage, and prepared to leave. Asher called after me, displeased. Probably because I ignored him. For four years, I constantly tried to please him. When had he ever received such coldness from me? Seeing him silent, I prepared to pull open the glass door of the coffee shop to leave. Asher tried to grab me but unintentionally pulled my long hair… the brown wavy hair fell off. Asher and Adeline were shocked, “Why did you shave your head?” “Are you crazy? Don’t you care about your image at all?” Asher continued, seeing the equally shocked faces of the coffee shop customers. Adeline also scoffed at me, “Cora, what’s your trick this time? Some people perform grand gestures for their parents, and you shave your head to prove a point?” Adeline’s words were like knives. I laughed, “Don’t you know what it means to start over?” I reached out to Asher, “Give me back the wig.” Asher held my wig without speaking, it was Adeline who snatched it and threw it into my arms. I calmly put on the wig. After all, on the street, a skinny, bald woman is quite a sight. “Adeline, you don’t have to be so scared. I won’t return to the Beckett family,” I said with a smile, “Not in this life, not in the next.” “I’m not scared at all. Dad, Mom, and Brother only love me,” Adeline retorted, fuming. Before going to the hospital for chemotherapy, I went to choose my burial plot, right next to my foster parents. In my next life, I want to be their biological daughter. This life was too painful. In the next, I just want to live like I did before I was 17. Unexpectedly, the sales manager for the burial plot was my foster parents’ neighbor, Jasper. He didn’t ask much or offer unnecessary comfort. Probably used to seeing life and death. The shock he showed was likely because it was his first time dealing with the person who would use the burial plot. Jasper seriously explained the details to me, even helping me pick an affordable urn. Jasper accompanied me to my parents’ grave, “Dad, Mom… I miss you.” I quickened my pace up the stairs, 108 steps in total, standing before the familiar tombstone, only to be stunned by the scene before me! In front of the tombstone, in foul-smelling dog blood, were large words. I rushed to the tombstone… “Cora is a disgrace, the parents who raised her are animals!” I fell to my knees, using my sleeve to desperately wipe it clean. As I wiped, I apologized, “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry… it’s your unfilial daughter’s fault, even in heaven, you can’t be at peace…” “It’s my fault, how could this happen…” “I’m sorry, truly sorry!” My hand rubbed the stone until the skin broke, staining my light clothes red and dirty. Jasper returned with a bucket and cloth to help me clean. The rain poured harder, drenching me as Jasper struggled to carry me down the hill. I am the true heiress the Beckett family found. But when I returned at 17, there was already a fake heiress my age, Adeline. Adeline, what a lovely name, gathering all the Beckett family’s love. Before I went missing, I was called Pearl Beckett, the apple of my parents’ eye. In the four years since I returned, no one remembered to change my surname back to Beckett. I continued using the name my foster parents gave me, Cora Liu. My foster parents treated me well. Unable to have children, they thought finding me was a blessing, They said they would always cherish me as a treasure. But when the school’s blood donation uploaded my DNA to the network, my biological parents, who had been separated for 13 years, found me. My foster parents still let me go back. They believed I could gain better educational resources in the Beckett family, At least I wouldn’t need to work while studying. But now, I’m going to die, brain tumor, terminal stage. Even my foster parents are being humiliated like this, I feel my heart and guts are being viciously squeezed. They don’t love me, and I don’t want to love them anymore. I just want to live for myself at the end of my life. Tomorrow is the painless surgery, but why must I witness my beloved foster parents being so insulted? My foster mother died when I was 12, and my foster father passed away unexpectedly last year. Can’t the deceased even leave quietly? My impressions of Mr. and Mrs. Beckett from childhood are vague. I only remember my brother Asher, who is five years older, taking me to the amusement park. He told me to wait for him to buy ice cream. I waited from morning till night, but my brother never returned. In the end, it was the theme park’s cleaning lady, my foster mother, who found me and took me home. On the first day back at the Beckett house, Adeline cried and said to me, “I don’t want anything. I know I’ve taken my sister’s place all these years, but I just want to stay with Dad, Mom, and Brother. Please, sister, don’t drive me away.” And what did my brother Asher, who lost me, do? He pushed me aside, “Adeline, no one will drive you away, nor will anyone dare. You are my sister, my only sister.” Asher held Adeline tightly, glaring at me. It was as if I were a villain trying to tear their family apart. My biological mother, with red eyes, looked at Adeline and choked out to me, “Cora, when you went missing, your mother went crazy, so your father brought Adeline home. Adeline accompanied me through the days and nights without you.” When I turned to look at Adeline, she smirked at me provocatively: “Mom, let’s not talk about this now. Let sister stay in my room tonight, the guest room isn’t ready.” Adeline emphasized “guest room.” “How can that be, Adeline, you’re picky about beds. You won’t sleep well if you change rooms.” My mom quickly said, but catching herself, stopped abruptly, realizing I was still there. For the next four years, I lived in the guest room next to the nanny’s room on the first floor and never moved again. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I can’t think about it. The first chemotherapy session, the pain made cold sweat stick to my face, dripping down. The pain was excruciating, and the doctor asked if I had any family with me. I didn’t answer. But when I saw Jasper at the door of the operating room, I felt somewhat relieved. I wasn’t alone. Being alone is too lonely. I needed someone with me, at least for this last journey, someone to help bury me. Over the next four years, I stayed in the guest room next to the nanny’s room on the first floor and never moved again. I tried to stop thinking about it; I couldn’t afford to dwell on it any longer. Chapter 4 During my first chemotherapy session, the intense pain caused cold sweat to cling to my face. The experience was utterly agonizing.

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