Author: Momo Chan

At 28, I took a huge gamble on Nathan Quinn. Six years. I waited for him to graduate, supported his startup, watched him become a tech mogul showered with glory. At the celebration party, he sneered drunkenly, “Sophia Chen? Just an old woman.” Amidst the knowing laughter of the men, I calmly left. Late that night, I returned to the hotel where the party was held. My assistant asked groggily, “Ms. Chen, didn’t you go back to Sapphire City?” “On second thought, I’ll wait until the contract is finalized,” I replied coolly, not letting her detect the trembling and loss of control in my voice. A month later, the deal was done. Back at the company, everyone teased me for losing my edge. But using a month to lick the wounds of 6 years was already my limit. After the new product launch, the company expanded rapidly. Nathan also got a new secretary. She was a bright and lively young woman, very popular at the company. Through bits of gossip, I quickly learned her identity – Olivia Harper, daughter of the CEO of Harper Industries. “Can I call you Sophie? I heard you started as Nathan’s secretary too. Please teach me!” she said cheerfully. Hah, if only she knew I was much more than just a secretary. The girl’s smile was dazzling, almost blinding. My gaze grew distant. “Sophia Chen? Just an old woman.” The words echoed in my mind like a curse. Nathan came over and patted my shoulder, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong, Sophia? Too tired from the business trip? Go home and rest.” “Hmph, you must be exploiting Sophie too much,” Olivia pouted, playfully punching Nathan’s arm. “Mind your manners,” Nathan chuckled, flicking her forehead. Their easy intimacy made my 6 years of companionship seem like a joke. It was as if I was the one who didn’t belong.

Coming out of the restroom, I found Olivia waiting by the sinks. I turned on the faucet. Her voice and the sound of running water mingled. “Nathan’s agreed to date me. He doesn’t want to hold you back anymore.” Hold me back? When Nathan and I first met, he used to hold me and say that often. He hadn’t said it out loud in nearly two years. Hearing it from Olivia’s mouth was certainly novel. “Let him tell me himself,” I said, turning to leave. The girl quickly moved to block my path, eyebrows raised high. “Sophia Chen, don’t be obtuse. You’re 6 years older than him, almost 40. Do you really think you’re still good enough for Nathan?” “Miss Harper, you seem quite knowledgeable. Surely you’re above using age as an argument,” I replied. “You’re all washed up but still acting tough. If 6 years ago you had—” I laughed, looking into the girl’s bright eyes: “If 6 years ago I had followed the normal path of marriage, I might be divorced with kids by now.” “Or a nagging housewife begging my husband for money.” “Now I have a successful career and enjoyed Nathan’s most vibrant 6 years.” “Miss Harper, toughness isn’t about words.” Olivia’s eyes widened, at a loss for words. I gently pushed past her and walked away. I don’t deny her youthful vitality. But she shouldn’t presume to challenge my composure and calm. At my age, grace is etched into a woman’s bones. Still. Nathan Quinn, oh Nathan Quinn. If you want to break up, why go through this charade? Didn’t we agree that even if we parted, we’d give each other dignity? I am a gambler, true. But I have no regrets about my bet, and I’ll bear the consequences. I thought you understood that.

Nathan’s business engagements grew more and more frequent. He didn’t even react when I moved back to my small apartment. Perhaps he truly didn’t know. Or maybe he just didn’t care. It seems waiting for him to come talk to me is unlikely. I returned to our home, still dark and empty. After asking around, none of our colleagues knew Nathan’s whereabouts. I made some inquiries and finally learned he had gone to a dinner organized by Olivia. It made sense – newly successful, he was eager to join high society circles and expand his network. Olivia was the perfect secretary to give him the best entry ticket. I pushed open the door to the private room. The pulsing music and interweaving lights inside made me catch my breath. A group of young men and women were dancing, singing, playing drinking games, shouting. It was absolute chaos. Olivia and Nathan were dirty dancing on a small stage, with the crowd below cheering and clapping. Nathan saw me first. He stopped, rubbed his nose awkwardly, looking quite uncomfortable. “Sophia, you’re not asleep?” He waved at me, then quickly smiled as if nothing was wrong. “Hey Quinn, who’s that? Your girlfriend? Doesn’t look like it. Don’t tell me it’s your housekeeper,” one of the men jeered drunkenly. There was clear malice in his tone. I instinctively looked at Nathan. His hand was on Olivia’s shoulder, but his eyes looking at me were unfocused. Dark and deep. In the end, he didn’t speak up to clarify my identity. Olivia clung to his arm, tilting her head to look at me. “Sophie, women over 30 really shouldn’t stay up late. It’s hard to recover the next day. Nathan will be home soon.” With that, she waited expectantly for my reaction. I just smiled and calmly looked at Nathan. “It’s the weekend tomorrow. You’ll be home, right?” “Mm,” he grunted in response. I nodded and turned to leave without hesitation. The moment the door closed, I immediately heard Olivia’s disgruntled voice. “Ugh, what an act. I really hate that high-and-mighty attitude of hers.” “Nathan Quinn, is that your type? You have strange taste. What were you thinking?” someone loudly chimed in. “Oh please, Nathan just feels obligated to her. If I were Sophia Chen I would’ve left long ago. I don’t know what she’s thinking, coming here to embarrass herself!” Having been shut down by me last time, the young girl was eager to get back at me. That competitive spirit was truly laughable. But walking down the dim hallway of the club, I paused to look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. It vaguely showed my face – no cracks, no grimaces, no shame or anger. Just a hint of disappointment amidst the calm. I was disappointed. Nathan had become a stranger to me. No longer the fresh-faced smile, no longer the familiar gaze. He had gained the worldliness and reticence of a mature man. I glanced back at the private room one last time. He still hadn’t come out. He had probably truly forgotten that today was our 6th anniversary. I had hoped to part ways amicably today, while also secretly wishing for a chance to reconcile. Perhaps Olivia was right – I was being stubborn after all. What did 6 years matter? When a woman clings to old sentiments rather than dreaming of a beautiful future, It already says everything, doesn’t it?

On Sunday, I went to our home as agreed, carrying a large suitcase. But it was Olivia who opened the door. With a victorious attitude. Nathan was in the kitchen wearing an apron, cooking breakfast. The aroma filled the house. “We knew you were coming, so Nathan and I went grocery shopping early. Look, are these the dishes you like?” Olivia pointed at the table. But I was scrutinizing her, trying to decipher the deeper meaning in her words. Wearing pajamas, her clothes from last night in a pile, cartoon slippers, early morning grocery shopping. All these details unmistakably revealed: They had slept together last night, and it wasn’t the first time. Though I had expected it, my heart still ached uncontrollably. Nathan had finally taken that step. And despite knowing I was coming over, he flaunted his new relationship in the home we had shared for 6 years. He was determined not to give us a chance to talk privately. I set down my suitcase and asked directly, “Nathan Quinn, I know our accounts are complex, but this isn’t necessary. What, are you afraid I’ll eat you alive?” He didn’t used to be like this. Once bold and unstoppable. Now all that remained was weighing pros and cons. He frowned, looking displeased. “Sophia, when did you become so confrontational and petty? Olivia drank too much last night and was afraid of getting scolded by her dad if she went home, so she crashed here.” I took a deep breath and said calmly, “Fine. We need to talk. Is Miss Harper sober now?” Olivia looked shocked, pointing at herself. “Are you kicking me out?” I didn’t speak, just looked at Nathan. “Let’s eat first. There’s too much for just us,” Nathan finally suggested as a compromise. “I won’t! It’s just a breakup, what’s there to discuss? Sophia Chen, what are you trying to do?” Olivia angrily spoke first. She turned and plopped down on the sofa in a huff. “I really don’t understand. Why make this so complicated? Sophia, couldn’t you just pack up and leave quietly? Why create trouble for us?” “I swear, is this what all you older women are like? Pretending to be calm while clinging on endlessly. If you want something, just say it outright!” Nathan’s face darkened. “Enough!” he snapped. “You’re yelling at me? What’s enough? Look at what she’s doing! If you can’t handle losing, don’t play! You’re just taking advantage of his guilt! When will this ever end?!” Olivia seemed to have a belly full of grievances to vent. Her voice was loud and shrill, her eyes reddened. She glared defiantly at Nathan with wide eyes. Youth is wonderful – even anger and scolding seem like displays of affection. From our first meeting, her fighting spirit has been strong. Again and again she launches fierce attacks against me. I almost started to doubt if I truly was being unreasonable and annoying. I crouched down to gather some old items from the coffee table, speaking calmly. “Miss Harper, it’s been 6 years. I want to say a proper goodbye to Nathan, to settle things. I don’t think that’s unnecessary.” “Hmph, still pretending. I know exactly what you’re up to,” she scoffed. I smiled slightly. “Even with pets, there are feelings. When they die, I would bury them and hold a ceremony.” “Sophia!” Nathan yelled angrily, coming over to grab my hand. I continued, “I may not be a qualified current partner, but I’m certainly a qualified ex. It’s better to speak face-to-face and clear things up. You wouldn’t want Nathan and I to keep entangling endlessly, would you?” Olivia’s expression fluctuated as she looked at us, finally biting her lip and sitting down reluctantly. “Fine! I hope you keep your word!” Fighting back the sourness in my heart, I began going through things with Nathan point by point to draw clear boundaries. From emotions to belongings to financial interests, from company shares down to a single sock, I made detailed and clear divisions. Cutting off all excuses for either of us to look back. Ever since he said those words – “just an old woman” – I had been going through our 6 years of memories one by one in this unfamiliar city, severing each tie. Just waiting for this day to face Nathan. Back then I was willing to risk everything for Nathan Quinn. Now I can also cut my losses and set sail anew. I looked calmly at Nathan. “I suppose I should say that for 6 years, I’ve been preparing at every moment. Nathan, I should thank you for never lulling me into complacency.” “Sophia Chen, you—!” Nathan exploded in anger, grabbing me roughly and even raising his fist. Olivia also looked at me in shock. I stood my ground against Nathan, not giving an inch. But in a hidden corner of my heart, a storm was raging. I won’t bow my head, I won’t submit, I won’t act like someone who’s been abandoned. That’s the only dignity I have left after choosing to be a gambler! I knew deep down that I didn’t have the courage to try again. Nor did I have the capital to cling on endlessly. Leaving gracefully was the most perfect ending I could give to this relationship. As for the guilt that Olivia kept emphasizing Nathan felt towards me, hah. I really don’t need it. Accompanying Nathan to where he is today won’t change because I shed a few more tears or showed a bit more reluctance to part. I let out a soft snort and pushed Nathan away, going to the bathroom to gather my toiletries. I had already moved the larger items like clothes and shoes back to my small apartment. The furniture and decor I had added to the home I had already had the moving company take away. These small items were just my last excuse to come back. Now I didn’t need that anymore. The bathroom door suddenly closed and Nathan barged in, holding me tightly. He whispered in my ear, “Sophia, do you really have to leave?” The smell of alcohol on him made me uncomfortable. I turned my head away, using my elbow to keep distance between us. “No need to feel guilty. The company shares will let me live very comfortably for the rest of my life.” “Six years, though we didn’t reach our destination, I’m still free. I’m still grateful that you rescued me from arranged dates back then.” Nathan tried to say something but I covered his mouth. He looked at me dejectedly, finally saying, “Alright, it’s my fault. I’ll attend the dinner with your parents as we agreed. I won’t make things difficult for you.” I stared at him steadily. How could he say that with such a tone of bestowing grace? “Nathan, you no longer have the right to sit at my family’s dinner table.” I swept the cosmetics off the counter with a clatter and turned to leave. “Then how will you explain to your parents? Wait for me, okay Sophia?” He grabbed me reluctantly, his tone meaningful. But I just found it laughable. In our 6 years together, he had never said “wait for me.” Now that he’s successful and famous, he asks me to wait for him. “I’ve already left my resignation letter on your desk. Let me know soon whether you’ll pay out my dividends or buy me out.” That elaborate meal ended up going cold and uneaten. Just like my relationship with Nathan Quinn. All that effort to prepare, and in the end we didn’t even get to enjoy it. Going downstairs, I realized it was pouring outside. Thunder and lightning raged.

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My father made a will. Whoever between my brother and me has a child first would inherit his entire estate. So I secretly poked holes in all the condoms. But unexpectedly, my boyfriend had been secretly replacing my vitamins with birth control pills. Yet I still got pregnant. Only the child isn’t his, and he doesn’t know. My brother and I don’t have much of a relationship. He’s ten years older than me. Because my father was a womanizer, my mother took the money and ran after giving birth to me. My father dumped me on my brother, who in turn dumped me on a nanny. Even when he saw me covered in bruises, he would just pretend not to notice. As for my father, he was rarely home. But after this unexpected addition to the family, he became extra cautious, always careful not to leave any more children behind. I later learned that was because my brother had threatened to throw any more kids my father brought home into the river. My brother always kept his word. As he got older, his intimidation only grew stronger. Sometimes even my father was afraid of him. Recently, my father was diagnosed with kidney disease. This man who had lived a life of debauchery suddenly wanted a grandchild. So he told my brother and me: “Whoever has a child first before I die will inherit my entire estate.” My brother is now thirty-four, already the youngest and most successful CEO in the city. And my father’s assets are probably at least ten times his. My brother isn’t married, but he has many mistresses. I only have one boyfriend.

My brother has better odds than me. I can only get pregnant myself, while he can cast a wide net. My only advantage over him is time. Using the excuse of feeling unwell, I dragged my boyfriend Liam to the hospital and got a full body check-up. As I expected, he was very healthy, with high sperm motility. After all, his stamina was terrifyingly good. As for me, due to long-term lack of exercise, my immune system was weak, so I was prescribed some vitamins. I didn’t plan on telling Liam about wanting a child. He had always been very careful with protection. When I tentatively asked if he was afraid of me getting pregnant, he weighed the pros and cons for a long time. “Aria, my career is on the rise right now. If you have a child at this time, I won’t have enough energy to take care of you.” “Also,” he hugged me and kissed the top of my head, “I want to wait until we’re married and settled down before having a baby.” Liam has a kind of charm that makes everything he says seem sincere. But this also makes him very stubborn. If I told him the truth about the situation, he would definitely drag me to get married right away. Then I’d have no way out. If Liam couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t be able to find someone else. This inheritance would be like handing it over to my brother on a silver platter. That’s impossible. Even if the chances are slim, I have to fight for it. Liam, no matter how hard he works, could never earn half of my father’s assets in his lifetime. The family business, passed down for generations, combined with my father’s business acumen, has expanded overseas. But he’s selfish, never giving my brother or me any advantages. He didn’t even give my brother a penny to start his business. He also knows my brother doesn’t like me. I reasonably suspect that this inheritance competition is just his way of keeping my brother in check. No matter how much he stirs things up, he shouldn’t think about riding roughshod over him. “What are you thinking about so intently?” Liam came out of the shower, his hair half-dried and falling over his forehead. He was wearing thin lounge pants, shirtless, making me feel a bit hot and bothered. Liam smiled and pinched my face, touching his nose to mine. “Thinking about it?” I swallowed hard. Actually, I wasn’t very enthusiastic about doing this. On the contrary, it was Liam who, no matter how busy, wanted to do it at least four times a week. So, how could I inconspicuously increase the frequency on this basis? I wrapped my arms around Liam’s neck, pulling him to the bed, closing my eyes to kiss him. As my hand went to pull at his pants, Liam buried his face in my neck and chuckled softly. “Why so passionate tonight?” He looked up at me. Somehow, I couldn’t see any humor in his eyes. But before I could think too much about it, he reached out and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He flipped me over, my back to him. Hearing the rustling sounds, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Every time I looked into Liam’s eyes, I always felt like he could see right through my little schemes.

The next day at work, I was reporting my brother’s schedule to him. After I finished, he stared at me with an enigmatic smile. “Working hard for the inheritance, aren’t you?” Liam had gone crazy last night, leaving a lot of marks on my neck. Even with concealer, they were still visible up close. “Aren’t you too, brother?” I retorted. He had left work early yesterday to visit his mistress. We weren’t in a secret battle, but an open competition. It’s just that my brother was much more capable than me, having his own big company. I could only be pushed in by my father to be his assistant. “Never thought about trying other men? You trust your boyfriend that much?” “He’s younger than you, brother. You should take better care of yourself.” My brother raised an eyebrow but didn’t get angry. “Good luck to you.” As I was leaving his office, he knocked on the table behind me. “Aria, at five in the afternoon, go pick up Raven.” Raven, a famous model. My brother’s most beloved mistress, with an incredibly hot body. “Understood, Mr. Milo,” I nodded. When I picked up Raven, she greeted me with a warm hug. The first time we met, she thought I was my brother’s new flame. After looking me up and down for a while, she sneered disdainfully: “He likes the innocent type now?” “Can you satisfy him?” Just as she finished speaking, my brother appeared from behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, his face full of adoration. “What nonsense are you talking about? This is my sister.” Raven didn’t quite believe it, thinking it was an excuse he made up: “Didn’t you say your mother only had you?” “Same father, different mother. My dad brought her back from outside.” “I originally wanted to throw her in the river, but she clung to my legs crying pitifully, so I kept her.” My brother wasn’t lying. When I first came home, he did try to get rid of me by picking me up to throw me away. I cried my eyes out, snot and tears everywhere. So later, no matter how the nanny tormented me, my brother wouldn’t stand up for me. Raven had been with my brother the longest. Later, as she said, my brother did find someone more innocent. She made a fuss for a while, but my brother became increasingly outrageous, having flings wherever he went on business trips, just like our father. Then they broke up, and recently when Raven’s runway video came out, it caused a sensation. My brother watched it for a long time, then went to find Raven every day, coaxing her back. I think Raven must really like him to be able to forgive all that. But this time when we met, the feeling seemed a bit different. After getting in the car, Raven asked flatly, “Where’s Milo?” “He has a meeting, so he sent me to pick you up.” My brother had bought Raven a villa. Raven just made a sound of acknowledgment and fell silent. It wasn’t until I dropped her off that she looked at me, smiling calmly. “Your brother said he wants to have a child with me.” I blinked, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “What do you think about that?” She touched her stomach, “Do you think if I have a child, he’ll settle down?” “Raven, what if he’s saying the same thing to other women?” I didn’t believe for a second that my brother would only pin his hopes on Raven. Raven unbuckled her seatbelt and patted my head. “Aria, I want to believe him one more time.” “He said this time, I’ll be the only one by his side.”

I have to say, my brother really knows how to put on an act. He had me send away all his mistresses except Raven, giving them money, houses, and cars. So when Raven asked me, I could only grit my teeth and nod. I asked her, “Is my brother going to marry you?” Raven was taken aback: “I don’t know, maybe if we have a child, he will. I feel like he’s really looking forward to it.” I watched her smile happily, feeling a bit sorry for her. Wanting a child was true, but marrying her? I didn’t think my brother, with his habitual philandering, would settle down so easily. Sure enough, within a week, my brother had taken on two new girls. There was one he particularly liked, even younger than me, with an air of innocence about her. My brother didn’t hide it from me. Every time, he had me pick them up and take them to his place. His excuse to appease Raven was also very appropriate – the company was expanding its business, so he was genuinely busy. Sometimes, he had me bring the girls directly to the company. My brother wasn’t afraid I would tell on him. Because Liam was his leverage against me. My brother could easily get rid of Liam if he wanted to. The one he particularly liked was called Ivy. Completely different from Raven, with a sweet and innocent look, fair skin, easily embarrassed. My brother dumped all his work on me, leaving me no free time. He himself took advantage of lunch breaks to shut himself in the rest room with the young girl. Hearing those ambiguous sounds, my blood rushed straight to my head. After work, I drove straight to Liam’s company. Seeing me, he was a bit shocked: “Why are you here?” Liam had been avoiding me lately. He even used the excuse of working overtime to not come home. I secretly wondered if I had been too forward. But seeing my brother carrying on like that, I felt inexplicably wronged. I wondered if Liam also had someone else outside. My eyes stung, and tears started to fall. He hurriedly hugged me: “What’s wrong? Did your brother bully you again?” I wiped my tears on his shirt: “Why haven’t you been coming home these past few days?” His voice was gentle: “I’ve been too busy.” “I’m sorry, I’ll come back every day from now on.” Liam’s eyes were full of heartache. I kissed his lips, and he stiffened, grabbing my hands. “Aria, this is the office.” I bit his Adam’s apple, hearing him groan. The kisses continued downward. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt: “Liam, don’t you miss me?” “I do,” his voice was hoarse. He closed his eyes then opened them again. Just as he was about to lose control, he turned his face away with difficulty. “There are no condoms here.” I fumbled around on his body, not caring: “I’m on the pill.” Liam’s breathing grew heavier, his kisses becoming more intense. He still didn’t do it. He patiently took very good care of me instead. When I woke up again, the office was dark, with only light coming in from outside the window.

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After an arranged marriage for business reasons, I suddenly had a 4-and-a-half-year-old son. Before meeting him, I was bitter and resentful. I imagined a “miserable” future where my husband would ignore me and my stepson would pretend I didn’t exist. But the moment I saw that adorable little boy clutching my shirt and timidly calling me “Mommy,” I surrendered instantly. I even asked my husband, “If we divorce, can I keep our son?” My husband: “???” When the company ran into trouble, my father didn’t hesitate to arrange my marriage to a business tycoon who already had a son. Surprisingly, I was perfectly fine with it. After all, I was a firm believer in staying single. If he already had a son, I wouldn’t have to worry about having children in the future. Plus, the guy was a workaholic who never had time for his kid. The boy was mostly taken care of by a nanny. I figured I could just coast through life from now on. My husband was a big-shot CEO, and I wouldn’t even have to raise the kid. The wedding was a small, quiet affair with few guests. Of course, I didn’t see the child there either. True to his workaholic nature, my new husband headed straight to the office as soon as the ceremony was over. As he left, he tossed over his shoulder, “I’ll be busy at work for the next few days. Sam’s already at home. Get to know him when you get back.” Sam Quinn. That was my stepson’s name. After my parents’ divorce, my relationship with my father had grown distant. I didn’t take much from home when I left, just a necklace pendant, and that was it. “Mrs. Quinn, young Master Sam is waiting for you in the living room,” the housekeeper informed me cheerfully as soon as I stepped through the door. Hmm… already trying to assert dominance, huh? Well, bring it on! I can handle whatever a kid throws at me. But… Who was this adorable little dumpling sitting on the sofa?! So tiny! So cute! So soft! While I was still gawking, the little munchkin toddled over to me. In his sweet, baby voice, he said: “Miss… West, this is… a gift… for you… from Sam.” It was a pink teddy bear. Even though the stuffed animal was bigger than him, he was still trying his best to offer it to me. Despite this being our first meeting, he was incredibly friendly towards me. I was so touched that I quickly took the teddy bear and crouched down to hold his chubby little hands. “Wow! Thank you, sweetie! I love it! Your name is Sam, right? I’m your new mom. No need to be so formal, we’re family now. You can call me Mom if you’d like.” Gosh! He’s so adorable! I just want to hug him! This precious boy – my good-for-nothing husband doesn’t deserve him! Neglecting my son like this, how cruel! That’s right, from now on, he’s my own son! The little dumpling seemed surprised by my words. His tiny body trembled slightly, and his fair face turned bright red. He clutched at the hem of his shirt and timidly called out: “M-mom?” After saying it, he shyly lowered his head, stealing glances at me from time to time. Oh my goodness! Forget about the dad, the son is all mine now!! I cleared my throat and gave a serious “Mm-hmm.” Then I turned to the housekeeper who had been standing nearby and said, “I’ll take care of the child from here. You can go about your business.” “Very well, Mrs. Quinn.” This feeling was absolutely amazing! Suppressing my inner excitement, I tried to act nonchalant as I gently picked up the little dumpling. Then, with one arm holding Sam and the other clutching the teddy bear, I headed upstairs. I’d been here a few times before the wedding, so I was familiar with the general layout of this six-story mansion, complete with three elevators and two small gardens. The decor was impressively grand, befitting a tycoon’s home. I brought Sam to the room Nicholas had prepared for me and placed the teddy bear next to the pillow. “Sam, I’m sorry I didn’t prepare a gift for you, but this necklace pendant is very important to me. Would you like to keep it safe for Mom?” “I’ll look at it every day,” he promised solemnly. I put it around his neck, and he looked delighted. “How about you sleep with Mom tonight, and then tomorrow I’ll take you to preschool? Is that okay?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and gentle. If my best friend could see me being this sweet, she’d probably think I was possessed. “Okay,” came another soft reply. He’s just too cute. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the momentary stiffness that crossed the little dumpling’s adorable face. That night… “…and so the little fox and his mother lived happily ever after.” After finishing the story, I glanced down at the sleeping Sam and quietly set the book aside. Just then… my phone started ringing. I nearly dropped it in surprise and quickly hung up. Hearing Sam’s steady breathing, I breathed a sigh of relief. I tiptoed out of the room and only called back once I was sure Sam couldn’t hear me. “Olivia West, did you just hang up on me?!” the woman on the other end of the line shouted indignantly. “I was putting my son to bed. Besides, it’s my wedding night, for crying out loud. Why are you calling so late?” I replied, exasperated. “Oh, please. Everyone knows your husband isn’t even home. He went straight to the office after the wedding.” “Wait, what did you just say? Son? Since when do you have a son?” The person on the phone sounded shocked. I frowned slightly, “My husband’s son, but he’s my son now too.” It’s normal that she didn’t know; I only found out myself when I was told about the marriage to Nicholas. Nicholas had kept the child’s existence very private. But now the news about the child was public. “And keep your voice down, will you?” I added. “I thought you didn’t like kids. I know you’re alone on your wedding night, so I called to comfort you,” Sophia said bluntly. How was I supposed to know Sam would be so adorable? Though I thought this, I didn’t say it out loud. “What’s up?” I asked instead. “You have to come to the class reunion this Saturday. That little miss perfect is going to be there too. Remember! Dress to impress and show her up!” I could tell from her tone how angry Sophia was; her expression was probably just as ugly. I couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to comfort her, “Come on, it’s been years. I’ve long forgotten about all that stuff.” She just snorted, not saying anything more. We chatted briefly before hanging up. I stood by the fifth-floor window, staring at the sky and daydreaming. Suddenly, I remembered the summer after high school graduation. In high school, Sophia, Chloe, and I were really close friends. At a dinner party after the college entrance exams, the most popular guy in school suddenly confessed to me. Everyone was egging us on, making a big scene. I was annoyed and rejected him outright. What I didn’t know was that Chloe had liked him for a long time and had been pursuing him privately. Because of my rejection, the guy, feeling spiteful, immediately got together with Chloe. People said she only got to be with him because of me. That’s how our relationship started to sour. I thought we’d never see each other again after starting college. But to my surprise, even though we weren’t at the same university, she still spread rumors about me, seemingly determined to make my life miserable. However, she and the popular guy didn’t last long; he ended up cheating on her. I heard Chloe would be at the class reunion on Saturday too. “Argh! So annoying!” I ruffled my hair in frustration. But then again… It’s been such a long time; maybe she’s forgotten all about it. Thinking this, I relaxed a bit. For the next few days, I stayed home with Sam. Apart from dropping him off and picking him up from preschool, I worked on my design sketches. I’m a fashion designer for a well-known brand, and I wasn’t about to give up my career just because I got married. That would be too boring! Lately, because of Sam, I’ve been bursting with inspiration. It would be a waste of my talent not to design! On Saturday morning, I watched Sam quietly playing with his building blocks, a smile blooming on my face. But then I thought about the people I’d have to deal with in the afternoon and couldn’t help but sigh. Why was I going to a class reunion instead of a parent-teacher conference? Noticing my mood change, Sam looked at me worriedly. “Mom, are you sad?” I gently pinched his chubby little cheeks and said, “Mom has to go to a party this afternoon. Can Sam play at home by himself?” After spending these few days together, Sam had grown much closer to me. “Can Sam go too? Sam will be very good,” he promised. Thinking about Chloe being there, I refused. The light in his bright eyes dimmed immediately, “Okay, Sam will wait for Mom at home.” Oh no, here comes the guilt. It wouldn’t hurt to bring Sam along, right? I’d keep an eye on him. If I left him home alone, wouldn’t I be just like his dad? “You can come, Sam. Do you want to go with Mom?” I asked. “Yes~” Seeing his eyes light up again, I breathed a sigh of relief. But why did I feel like I’d just been played? The reunion was held in a private room. When we arrived, it had already started. “Isn’t that Olivia? Why so late? Come on in, we’ve been waiting for you!” As soon as we entered, we were noticed. So much for quietly staying in a corner. I smiled and greeted everyone, then saw Sophia waving at me. I took Sam’s hand and walked over. At this point, everyone else stopped what they were doing. “Olivia’s here. And this child is…?” someone asked. I sat down and lifted Sam onto my lap. Noticing the bottles of alcohol on the table, I frowned slightly. “My son,” I replied. Then I turned to a nearby waiter and asked softly, “Do you have any drinks suitable for children?” “Yes, of course.” After getting Sam settled, I looked at Sophia, “Wipe that look off your face. You’re scaring my son.” Sophia grinned, “Your son is so cute. Does he need a godmother?” She looked suspiciously mischievous. “Get lost,” I said, giving her a disgusted look. Then we started eating and chatting. Soon, a strong whiff of perfume wafted over. The next moment, Sam sneezed. At the same time, a familiar voice rang out, “Olivia, I heard you recently married a man with a child. Are you that desperate? Don’t tell me you’re…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant. “Chloe Zimmerman, who are you trying to provoke with that passive-aggressive tone!” Sophia’s temper flared up instantly, and she glared at Chloe angrily. Chloe covered her mouth in mock surprise: “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I hit a sore spot?” I moved aside a bit, covering Sam’s nose, and said coldly: “Chloe, you’d better stay away from us. Can’t you see my son is choking on your smell?” “You!” Her face turned ugly. Then, as if remembering something, she pointed at Sam. “Is this your twice-divorced husband’s child? Little boy, do you really think she likes you? Wait until she has her own child, then you’ll see her true colors!” Her vicious expression was extremely unpleasant. Sam turned and burrowed into my arms. I thought he was scared, which made me furious. I sneered, “Chloe! What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you were coming with your new boyfriend? Oh my! Don’t tell me he cheated on you too?” “Seriously, you’re so pretty. How could anyone not like you?” “He… he just had something to come up today!” Seeing her face turn black as thunder, I knew I’d hit the nail on the head, and I felt instantly better. I waved goodbye to Sophia and picked up Sam to leave. “Well, I’ve made my appearance at the reunion. I have other things to do, so I’m leaving now.” Finally got a chance to attend a reunion, and it gets ruined. I should probably avoid these in the future. As I carried Sam out, I didn’t notice him coldly glancing at the motionless Chloe, then staring intently at my belly. On the way home, Sam didn’t say a word. I thought Chloe’s words had scared him and was about to comfort him when I saw him point his little finger at my belly and say, “Mom.” “What is it, Sam?” After a pause, he asked curiously: “Why will a baby appear in your tummy later?” I was charmed by his innocent question, “Babies grow in their mommies’ tummies, then they’re born, and slowly they grow as big as you.” But it’s not easy to explain this to a small child. “Oh,” he said, wearing a serious expression. I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids are just too adorable. When we got home, I saw an unexpected face. “Why are you back?” I asked. Nicholas looked at me strangely: “This is my home.” Me: “…” I miscalculated. Sam happily ran over to him: “Dad!” I was a bit surprised to see how skillfully Nicholas picked up the child. I had thought a man like him wouldn’t be good at these things.

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I blew my cover in the eighth month of my one-year contract marriage to the CEO. While Ethan Gray was working out shirtless, glistening with sweat, I got distracted by his sculpted body. Absent-mindedly cleaning the floor, I casually tossed something in my way onto the couch. The next second, Ethan’s eyes widened in shock, time stood still, and I froze in horror. Holy crap! I had just tossed a 90-pound barbell! With one hand! My left hand! 0 Ethan Gray had been away on a business trip for over two weeks and finally returned home. Well, “home” might not be the right word – this luxurious mansion in Crescent Bay was just one of many properties he owned. The only difference was that I – his wife in name only – lived here. At that moment, he was working out in the gym, drenched in sweat. I had deliberately changed into a white dress and was slowly wiping the floor with a cloth. He glanced at me and frowned, “You don’t need to do this.” “It’s okay,” I smiled softly, lowering my head slightly. The angle of my lowered head and falling strands of hair were all carefully designed to appear delicate and lovable. “I’m too weak, so doing some housework is like exercise for me.” Since the sugar daddy rarely came home, I had to make sure he saw how hardworking and diligent I was, especially considering the $20,000 he paid me each month! Hearing my explanation, he didn’t try to dissuade me further. “Do as you wish, then.” He continued exercising while I diligently cleaned the floor. Perhaps it was too hot from the workout, so he took off his shirt. From an angle he couldn’t see, my eyes instantly bulged like saucers. That muscular upper body, with well-defined lines and muscles, sweat dripping from his neck down to his chest, abs, and those irresistible V-lines… Ahem… I shook off the inappropriate thoughts and casually tossed something on the floor onto the couch. Wait a minute! What did I just throw?! I snapped back to reality and saw what I had tossed onto the couch. My pupils dilated in shock. Holy crap! I had just tossed a 90-pound barbell! With one hand! My left hand! I was done for. My vision went black, and I don’t know how long it took before I mechanically turned my head to meet Ethan Gray’s dumbfounded face. He looked at me, then at the barbell, then back at the barbell, and finally back at me, his expression bewildered. I forced out a dry laugh, “When did the gym buy foam barbells? I’ll throw it away!” As I said this, I was about to move it. “Don’t move!” Ethan stopped me, walking over with a cold smile. “Do you think I’m blind?” He reached out with his long, strong hand and gripped the bar. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his arm muscles and lifted… But it didn’t budge… Ethan’s face darkened as he stared at me with those piercing eyes. “90 pounds, one-handed. Well done, Zoey!” I wanted to cry but had no tears. My mind raced, but my mouth moved faster than my brain. “Well, is there a possibility that… you’re just not strong enough?” What am I saying?! “No, that’s not what I meant. Let me explain…” He took a step closer, and I retreated a step, suddenly sitting on the couch. He placed his hand on the sofa, trapping me in his arms. His handsome face was cold, his thin lips barely moving, his tone seductive and ambiguous. “Whether I’m strong enough or not, you can find out for yourself.” Me: “…” Where did he learn such a cliché line? I was so embarrassed that my toes curled. He took another step closer, his hot breath on my neck. I could almost see my reflection in his pupils. Goosebumps broke out all over my body. I held back, and held back again, but finally couldn’t resist. I bent my knee, raised my leg, and used all my strength. I kicked him three meters away… “Mr. Gray!” I rushed over to help him, panicking. “Zoey!” Ethan roared in anger, clutching his stomach in pain. I swear I didn’t mean to! It was just a reflex, I swear!!! 0

Ten minutes later, Ethan was lying on the couch, and I was nervously applying ointment to him, my hands as gentle as if I were touching a cloud. Although I didn’t understand why I had to apply it to his stomach, a place he could easily reach himself. But! Looking at those well-defined abs and that smooth, tempting skin, oh my, I could rub it all night without sleep! “Put some strength into it! You need to massage out the bruise. Where’s that strength you used to kick me?” Ethan said with his eyes closed. I couldn’t help but increase the pressure. “This is my stomach, not a washboard. Why are you using so much force!” Ethan yelled again. Too light wasn’t okay, too heavy wasn’t okay either. I got angry too, “Do it yourself then!” Who does he think has no temper? He looked at me straight in the eye, expressionless, and uttered two words, “Dock pay.” “No, no, no!” I immediately put on a smile, “I’ll rub it properly. If it’s really not good enough, I’ll go take a class to learn.” Anything but docking my pay, that’s the bottom line! “Hmph.” He snorted lightly, “Come back to the family house for dinner tomorrow.” “Okay!” My eyes lit up. Originally, Ethan Gray wanted to find someone for a fake marriage to avoid his family’s pressure to get married. I signed a contract with him to pretend to be his wife for a year, with a monthly payment of $20,000. If I had to go back to the family house to deal with his family, there would be an additional bonus. $20,000 was not a small amount, but who wouldn’t want more money, right? To explain how this pie fell into my lap, we need to go back to eight months ago. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was crouching by the roadside, crying my heart out. At that moment, a shiny luxury car stopped in front of me. Ethan Gray, dressed impeccably, got out of the car and gracefully handed me a handkerchief. “Why are you crying?” I sobbed, tears rolling down like broken strings of pearls, “I’m out of money… wah wah wah…” Ethan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, “I have a job here that pays you $20,000 a month. Want to do it?” “Yes!” I agreed almost without thinking. Ethan smiled, “You’re not going to ask what the job is? Aren’t you afraid I might be a bad person?” I glanced at his car and said softly, “Are there bad people who drive Rolls-Royces?” Then, not forgetting to flatter him, I added, “There probably aren’t bad people who look this good either, right?” In reality, I had sized him up and determined that his build posed no danger to me. No one dislikes hearing compliments. He smiled even more happily, “Very well, come with me.” I hopped into the luxury car, hit by this huge pie, and signed the contract. Later, I asked him why he chose me. Ethan recalled for a while and said, “That day, I had never seen a girl cry so heartbrokenly. You were crouching there, small and vulnerable, looking so fragile that it made people want to protect you.” Fragile meant easy to manipulate, and wanting to protect meant approachable, very suitable. I pondered for a long time and finally understood. CEO × Damsel in Distress, isn’t that a fixed pairing? So, I began to diligently play the role of a fragile flower. Of course, I didn’t dare tell Ethan that the reason I was crying so heartbrokenly that day was because I had beaten up a pervert who was harassing me. He had two broken ribs, and I was bankrupt from the compensation. Ethan kept his promise. Not only did he transfer the money on time every month, but he also let me live in his four-story villa. In just four months, when the contract ended, I would be able to run away happily with the money. Everything was going well, if only I hadn’t lifted that barbell today. 0 “August 20th.” I took a marker and drew an ‘X’ on today’s date. The circled date was the day I first met Ethan, and also… the day when the one-year contract would end.

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The Night Before Divorce Jack begged me for one last time together. I agreed, and we had a passionate night. But the next morning, as I looked down at the extra flesh between my legs, I screamed: “Ah—Jack Bennett! We’re screwed!” Our souls had somehow switched bodies! At that moment, Jack was staring at me with lust-filled eyes in my body. “It’s okay, worst case… we can do it again, maybe that’ll switch us back,” he said. The nerve of him! He had left bruises all over my body last night! And now he has the audacity to suggest doing it again? Besides, it was my first time as a man. I had no idea how to “get the job done.” Furious, I got up from the bed and slapped myself hard twice. It hurt. This wasn’t a dream! “Aria, why don’t we call off the divorce?” Jack tentatively asked. “No way!” I shouted. “You’re dead to me. I don’t want a cheating man!” After getting dressed, I went to the living room. Jack’s mom – my mother-in-law – saw me and said, “Son, you’re up! What about her?” She nodded towards the bedroom. “Still sleeping in as usual! It’s the last day, you two divorcing is for the best! Mom will find you a better girl!” My deteriorating relationship with Jack was largely due to his mom’s meddling! I snapped back irritably, “Let her sleep! What’s she got to do anyway? Are you paying her?” I was usually respectful to my mother-in-law. I had no idea she constantly badmouthed me behind my back. Mrs. Bennett’s face darkened. She jabbed my arm, “What’s gotten into you today? The girl I found for you is a hundred times better than her! Don’t be sad! Out with the old, in with the new!” Just then, Jack shuffled out in slippers. It was my first time seeing myself from someone else’s perspective. I had to admit, my face was quite alluring from this angle. “Shameless hussy!” my mother-in-law muttered under her breath. “Mom, is breakfast ready? We’ve got things to do after eating!” Jack plopped down in his usual seat, just like always. That set Mrs. Bennett off. She marched over to Jack, hands on hips. “Aria! Get up! Is that your seat? You useless woman! The Bennett family must have sinned in our past lives to be stuck with you! No breakfast for you today!” Well, the gloves were completely off now. She had always schemed against me, but at least maintained a veneer of civility before. Now she was openly hurling insults. Jack was stunned by his mother’s outburst. “Mom, no matter what, I’m still your daugh… I mean, daughter-in-law. That’s going too far!” “Aria, come here. I’ll feed you…” I beckoned to Jack. He hesitated, then shot his mother a glare before walking over. Mrs. Bennett didn’t dare stop me. She blustered, “You’re divorcing today! Why are you still coddling her? I’m telling you Jack, you’re too soft!” “Mom, eat if you want. If not, go out. I don’t want to hear all this chatter. Go gossip with Mrs. Johnson next door!” I frowned, pointing at the door. Mrs. Bennett cursed me for being ungrateful, but had no choice but to leave. Jack didn’t know what to say. He obediently sat down as I fed him breakfast. This wasn’t some cute couple’s ritual. He was using my body now, so I had to take care of myself.

We arrived at the registry office. The clerk gave us each a form to fill out. Suddenly Jack started crying, kneeling and clutching my sleeve. “Honey, I was wrong! Please give me a chance to explain! Let’s start over!” “Our souls and bodies are so perfectly matched! Why do you want to divorce me?” “Please don’t divorce me, honey~” Back in college, I was the campus beauty queen. This face could really turn on the waterworks. Several men came over, unable to bear the scene. “Hey man! Your wife is so pretty, and she knows she was wrong. Just forgive her!” “Yeah! If my wife looked like that, I wouldn’t divorce her even if she cheated on me!” “Come on beautiful, looks like your husband’s heart has softened. Get up and go home!” I wasn’t softening! I was just embarrassed! With him saying those things with my face, it made it seem like I was the one at fault! Without a word, I got up and left the registry office. “Jack, what the hell are you doing?! We agreed on the divorce!” I hissed. Jack sniffled, “I never agreed… Besides, we can’t just divorce like this now, can we?” He squeezed the two plump mounds on his chest. He had a point. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in this jerk’s body either. Jack finished groping himself, then came over and put his delicate hand on my belt. “Why don’t we… try again… Maybe it’ll work, then we can divorce after, okay?” I shoved him away. “No way!” But that night, I ate my words.

Back home, Mrs. Bennett saw us return together and her face immediately soured. “Why are you back?!” she snapped. Jack smiled sheepishly, tugging on Mrs. Bennett’s arm. “Mom, Jack’s not divorcing me. Looks like you’re stuck with me!” Mrs. Bennett nearly choked, coughing for a while before jabbing her finger at me. “Son, have you no backbone?! She’s the one who wanted the divorce! Now she says no and you just go along with it?! How did I raise such a spineless son!” I went over and put my arm around Jack’s shoulders. “Mom, I’ll have Mrs. Johnson’s son drive you back to the countryside tomorrow. Go keep Dad company. Let us newlyweds have some alone time!” Jack looked up at me, eyes rimmed with red. After much “persuasion” from Jack and me, Mrs. Bennett reluctantly packed her bags to return to her hometown.

That night, Jack dragged me to take a bubble bath together, even showing me how to wash his body. I realized there were a lot of areas men needed to pay attention to. But I hadn’t forgiven him. I was just doing this to learn how to “get the job done.” Once we finished, I could get back to my own body… Jack even put on the sexy lingerie he had bought for me years ago, his voluptuous figure on full display… “Honey~” Jack bit his lip, gazing at me seductively. But I just felt nauseous. Wasn’t this basically me doing myself? The mental barrier was hard to overcome. Jack had no such qualms. He took my hand, running it over his body, making my breathing quicken. He was guiding me just like before. I didn’t have to do much work, just enjoying the sensations. Until I woke up the next morning, feeling sticky and sore in certain places. I jolted awake in shock, hurriedly sitting up. Damn it, I was still in Jack’s body! Jack stirred awake too, barely opening his eyes. “Didn’t switch back? We’ll try harder next time…” Next time my ass! I smacked his smooth white back, instantly leaving a red handprint. He just rolled over, two adorable “bunnies” bouncing before my eyes. No wonder Jack always loved playing with them before. They were so soft and bouncy… Jack smiled, tugging my arm. “Aria, now you’ll never leave me~” I remembered his betrayal and angrily shook him off. “Don’t say that. Get up, you took yesterday off. You want to skip work again today?” Jack stood up stark naked, his milky skin glowing with a rosy tint… Damn, I never realized I was this beautiful before! My current body started reacting uncontrollably, my breathing growing rapid. Jack recklessly walked over, stroking my collarbone. “Honey… admit it, you’re captivated by your own body too.” I covered up my hardening lower region, cursing under my breath. “No wonder men always think with their lower half! Get your ass to work! Until we divorce, you’re obligated to support me!” But Jack just smirked. “Aria, you’re me now. You’re the one who has to support me~” Oh crap, that’s right! I’m Jack now, don’t I have to go to work in his place?! Jack was the company’s general manager. I had been a stay-at-home trophy wife ever since marrying him. If I don’t go to work, Jack might get fired. Then we’d both be out on the streets! Jack looked at me mischievously. “How about you wear a Bluetooth earpiece and I’ll guide you through it?” I nodded vigorously. That settled it! So I put on a suit and tie, all dressed up as I headed out. Before leaving, Jack gave me a passionate French kiss… And made plans for more “practice” that night. I looked at my own face gazing at me lovingly. Not wanting to be a smelly man forever, I stiffly nodded. Entering the company, I took the executive elevator as Jack instructed. But as soon as I got in, I saw the last person I wanted to see!

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Liam Anderson and I grew up together, and I’ve had a crush on him for ten years. I always thought that if I gave it enough time, he would eventually notice me. That is, until Liam’s birthday, when he showed up holding hands with my best friend. They kissed in front of everyone’s congratulations. Then Liam said that to him, I was just a convenient maid. Liam has always been incredibly handsome, so he’s had a constant stream of admirers and relationships since we were young. I was the only one who stayed by his side all this time. I always thought I was special to him, carefully hiding my feelings while following his every word. Liam’s friends often joked, “Liam, you’ve got yourself a loyal little sidekick.” Liam never denied it. This year, Liam turned twenty-four. One day, after he sobered up from drowning his sorrows over a breakup, I was cooking in the kitchen when Liam came up behind me and patted my head. “Amber, what would I do without you? I’d probably starve to death, right?” “You know what, maybe we should just get together,” he said casually. His offhand comment nearly stopped my heart. I froze, unable to speak. But Liam laughed first. “Just kidding. You’re not really my type.” I shooed Liam out and continued cooking alone in the kitchen. His two sentences had lifted me up, only to shatter me moments later. When I finished cooking, I left. Liam lazily said goodbye, “Come back soon, Amber.” I didn’t answer, practically fleeing from his place. When I got home, my college roommate Rachel was there, calling me over to eat some strawberries. Looking at Rachel sitting on the couch in just her pajamas, bare-faced yet still breathtakingly beautiful, I couldn’t help but feel dejected. If I were that pretty, maybe Liam would like me. Of course, Liam has always been attracted to beautiful, glamorous, dazzling girls. And me? I’m plain and ordinary, like one of the countless stars in the sky – people probably couldn’t even remember my name if they tried. Seeing me lost in thought, Rachel pinched my cheek. “What are you spacing out for? You’ve been acting weird since you came back from seeing your crush today.” “Did you two have a fight?” Rachel knew I had liked someone for a long time, so she occasionally teased me about it. I shook my head. “What crush? We’re just friends. Don’t make stuff up.” “Oh, come on. If you like him, just admit it. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If you like him, go confess. If he doesn’t like you back, at least you can move on instead of torturing yourself like this.” She was right, but it was hard for me to do. After all, I had liked him for ten years. But this time, I silently told myself that this would be the last time. If it didn’t work out, I’d give up. On my birthday, I invited Liam out for dinner. But I didn’t expect him to come to my rented apartment while I was out. Liam and Rachel ran into each other. They chatted briefly, but to me, they looked like a perfect match – the handsome guy and the beautiful girl. I dug my nails into my palms, telling myself it was nothing. After Rachel left, Liam excitedly bumped my shoulder with his. “Wow, Amber! I can’t believe you never told me you had such a gorgeous friend.” “You never asked,” I replied. It’s true. He never cared about my studies, my life, or my friends. It was always me chasing after him. “Hey, give me her SnapChat. I’ll treat you to something nice,” he said. I shook my head, forcing myself to say, “She doesn’t like guys like you.” “Oh, come on. Just give it to me.” In the end, I gave it to him. But I thought that since Rachel had known me for so long and knew I liked Liam, she wouldn’t agree to go out with him. After that, Liam occasionally came to my rented apartment. He and Rachel didn’t talk much, and they didn’t seem very close, which put my mind at ease. I was planning to confess to Liam at his birthday party a month later. If it didn’t work out, I’d give up. But I was sure it would work. After all this time, he must have noticed me by now. I prepared for a long time, deciding what to wear to the birthday party and even revising my confession speech more than a dozen times. However, I failed to notice Rachel’s increasingly frequent late nights out and the happy smile on her face. On Liam’s birthday, he invited many friends. I wore a beautiful long dress for the occasion. Before I left, Rachel gave me a strange look.

She said something odd, too. “Why are you dressing up so fancy for his birthday? People might think it’s a proposal or something.” I heard a hint of mockery in her words, but when I turned to look at her, she was just staring at her phone. When I arrived at the private room, Liam wasn’t there yet. I knew Liam’s friends, and they sat next to me, teasing, “Amber, you’re all dressed up today. Are you going to confess to Liam?” “Good luck! If it works out, you have to treat us all to drinks!” “Sure,” I agreed with a smile. Liam arrived half an hour later. Everyone was pushing me, ready to shove me in front of Liam as soon as he opened the door. But we didn’t expect him to appear holding Rachel’s hand. The hands pushing me suddenly stopped. The atmosphere instantly became awkward. I stood there holding a bouquet of flowers, completely out of place. Rachel spoke first, “Liam, look at the flowers Amber bought for you. Thank her.” Liam tightened his grip on Rachel’s hand. “You’re so generous.” Then he turned to me and said perfunctorily, “Thanks, Amber.” For the rest of the time, I hid in a corner, staring at my out-of-place dress and feeling utterly foolish. So, the feelings that all his friends knew about – how could he not have known? So, because I wasn’t pretty enough, I was destined not to win his affection, but Rachel, whom he had only known for a short time, could. The couch beside me dipped as Rachel sat down. There was a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes as she apologized to me, “I’m sorry, Amber. I didn’t tell you we were together.” “But you can’t control these things. You should face reality.” I looked at her, shocked. I never expected Rachel, whom I’d known for years, to be like this. She dismissed my confusion with disdain. “Don’t you get it? He likes pretty girls.” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t argue. For the rest of the evening, Liam blew out his candles and then hugged and kissed Rachel under the lights. At that moment, I decided I didn’t want to like Liam anymore, and I didn’t want to be friends with Rachel either. I put Liam’s house key from my pocket into Rachel’s bag. As I was about to leave, Rachel grabbed me. Her beautiful eyes were even more captivating at that moment, and she spoke with a pitiful tone, “Amber, I know you’re mad at me. But I’m sorry, you can’t force someone to like you. I’ll take good care of Liam.” For a moment, I was stunned. Not just me, but Liam’s friends were too. She was doing this on purpose, humiliating me in front of everyone. I wanted to say something, but Liam beat me to it. “What are you talking about? Amber and I are just bros. I don’t like her that way. Right, Amber?” Fighting back tears, I looked at Liam and Rachel in the silent room. “Yes, I used to like Liam. But from today on, I will never like Liam again. If I do, may I drop dead.” After I said this, Liam’s expression changed drastically. “And Rachel, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. You disgust me.” With that, I left. But as soon as I was out the door, Liam caught up with me. His voice was cold, “Amber, apologize to Rachel.” I shook off his hand. “Apologize my ass. I was an idiot for ever liking you.” Seeing Liam’s shocked expression, I turned and left. This time, he didn’t follow. I walked down the street in my dress, shoulders hunched, sobbing uncontrollably. I cried for a long time before I noticed someone behind me. Through my tear-filled eyes, I saw a guy in a black hoodie standing not far away, watching me. He was pretty handsome. I crouched down, picked up a brick, and pointed it at him. “If you keep following me, I’ll fight you to the death.” My shout made everyone around look at me and the guy. The guy frowned slightly and walked towards me. “Wipe your tears and see who I am.” I didn’t have any tissues, and I had been sniffling back my runny nose. How could I wipe? The guy sighed and rummaged in his pocket, but came up empty.

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Zachary, my ex-boyfriend whom I once destroyed, has returned to the country with a billion-dollar fortune. But he has only one goal: to humiliate me mercilessly. However, when he finally finds me, all he sees is a small gravestone overgrown with grass. I died three years ago, just three months after our breakup. It’s been three years since I died, and I still haven’t been able to reincarnate. My soul wanders the world. I waited early at the airport exit, my transparent body giving me a significant advantage. As Zachary stepped out of the airport, screams erupted from the crowd. I stood in the spot closest to him, feeling an inexplicable ache in my chest. How wonderful, he’s still as handsome and dashing as ever. Unlike three years ago, he now exudes confidence and success, his eyes twinkling with joy. I had learned of Zachary’s imminent return from the news. Over the past three years, he had successfully built a business abroad and was now returning to expand his enterprise. Countless people cheered for him, even praising his family. Only I, his ex-girlfriend who had abandoned him in his darkest hour, was vilified on social media. Thankfully, I can’t even touch a phone now, or I’d surely try to defend myself. But what would be the point? I laughed bitterly at myself when suddenly a familiar figure appeared before me. The person ran towards Zachary, nearly tripping several times due to the crowd. Instinctively, I reached out to help, but my hands passed right through people’s bodies. I froze. So I stood still as the figure pushed through the crowd and ran up to Zachary, almost falling to her knees. “Mr. Zhou, I’m Wendy, Sophia’s friend. Could you spare some time? I have something important to tell you.” The speaker was my best friend in life, and also my brother Samuel’s true love. They were about to get married when Samuel had a car accident the day before. The hit-and-run driver was never caught. Since then, he’s been bedridden, often mentally unstable, only kept in check by medication. Mostly imported and expensive drugs. I suppose this is why Wendy is here. We’ve sold everything we could over the years, but it’s still not enough to cover the costs. I looked hopefully at Zachary, wondering if he still had a place for me in his heart. “Sophia? Who’s that?” “What? Another person trying to use my brother’s connections?” “How shameless! He doesn’t even know her.” “Hey, isn’t that name similar to his ex-girlfriend’s?” The crowd murmured, some even starting to push Wendy away. Her face turned red, but Zachary’s bodyguards were already clearing a path, shoving her aside. I wanted to comfort her, but as I reached out, I froze. Ah, even after three years as a spirit, I still haven’t learned. The truth is, I couldn’t even comfort myself. Every word he said felt like a knife to my heart. In an instant, Wendy wiped away her tears and tried to push through the crowd again. This time she wasn’t so lucky. The tall bodyguards wouldn’t let her get close. After what had just happened, more people in the crowd started to interfere. A scream made Zachary stop. All the reporters turned their cameras towards the two of them, and even the air seemed to go still. Wendy, ignoring the pain, tried to speak, but he turned and walked away. As one of the bodyguards helped her up, the main group had already walked far away. After the car had driven some distance, Zachary had Wendy brought to him. Her hair was disheveled, and there was some dirt on her face. I followed her closely, unable to hold back my tears. She used to be such a free-spirited, romantic girl. It was only for my brother that she gave up all her dignity. At this moment, I desperately hoped Zachary wouldn’t be too harsh with his words, but he didn’t grant my wish. “Please, save Samuel! I really don’t have money for the imported medicine anymore. Please, for Sophia’s sake, help us!” “Her sake? She doesn’t deserve it! Unless she comes and begs me on her knees herself!” Wendy’s eyes widened, as if she had heard something unbelievable. Her hands were shaking slightly, like she might lose control at any moment. “But Sophia, she…” “Trying to play me like three years ago? Hah, I’ll give her three days. Not a day more.” Then Zachary had his bodyguards take Wendy away. After she left, he immediately furrowed his brow. A phone call came in, the contact name reading “Darling Baby”. Rumor has it that Zachary has been keeping a beautiful petite woman by his side these three years, and they’re supposedly getting married soon. When I was with him, I once saw this caller ID, but Zachary quickly hid it away. It must have been his true love. This is for the best. Our relationship was just mutual use anyway, so I shouldn’t feel so guilty. When I first met Zachary, I was just a lowly employee at his family’s company. Beauty without the ability to protect oneself is a sin. During a team-building event, a sleazy superior dragged me into a small room. I managed to scare him off by cutting my wrist and then opened the door to escape. I ran straight into someone’s arms – it was Zachary. Later, when I woke up in the hospital, I learned that he had chased away the superior that day and offered me the position of his personal assistant, which was currently being recruited. After we got together, he told me that he thought it was better to find an assistant from someone he knew. He happened to look through my file and learned that I had a bedridden brother, which piqued his interest. Zhou Corporation was the top company in River City, with a wide range of business interests. Zachary, who had been groomed as the heir from a young age, was highly talented but didn’t like business. He preferred tinkering with electronic products. Unable to defy his father, he reluctantly became a deputy director, secretly focusing on his interests. When I first became his assistant, I was warned. His father, with a smile on his face, said words that cut to the bone. “You should do what’s appropriate for your position and be aware of your place. Otherwise, you might not even be able to keep that position. Don’t you agree?” He said this to me one afternoon in a coffee shop, and I’ve always remembered it. Zachary had been engaged since childhood, but they never got along. He often complained to me about her, and gradually I came to know her better than Zachary did. I didn’t follow his father’s advice, instead growing closer to Zachary day by day. Because my place was never meant to be here. It was about two months after Samuel’s car accident when someone approached me at my part-time job with a large sum of money. The Zhou family hadn’t fallen from grace yet, and I knew some people from when we were still wealthy. The person wanted me to steal a business secret from the Zhou family. I immediately refused. “Miss Shen, don’t you want to save your brother?” “I’ll earn the money myself.” “Haha! Maybe you could have done that before, but now only two people are left in your family. How will you earn it?” On the day of bankruptcy, my father jumped from a building and my mother committed suicide. Not long after, my brother had the car accident. Only I remained intact. Although I didn’t want to face it, it was reality. That evening, I went to Samuel’s hospital room and happened to catch him during one of his episodes. He was tightly gripping a fruit knife with both hands, and no one dared to approach him. As he was about to leave the hospital, I steeled myself and rushed to stop him, but my arm was cut with a long gash. The nurses who had been waiting for an opportunity swarmed in and gave him a sedative, finally calming him down. After my arm was bandaged, Samuel regained consciousness. Seeing the wound, he started hitting his head violently. Wendy hurried to stop him but was pushed away, tears streaming down her face. “Isn’t he taking his medication every day?” “The medicine ran out, and we don’t have money to buy more. I thought he had been doing well lately, so I figured it would be okay to stop for a few days. I never expected this to happen when I left for just a moment. I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault. I still have some money, take it and use it.” Wendy could have left, but she didn’t. Just for this, I already felt incredibly guilty. How could I blame her? She wiped her tears and left with the bank card I gave her. I could vaguely hear her talking to the medical staff outside. Samuel sat blankly on the bed after his outburst, his face expressionless. “It would be better if I just died.” This sentence was like a small stone thrown into water, setting off alarm bells in my mind. In this world, he was my last remaining family member. No matter what, I couldn’t let anything happen to him. I couldn’t bear the pain of losing another family member. So I agreed to that person’s request. They would arrange everything and cover all treatment costs, even bringing in a specialist from abroad. The condition was that within three months, I had to obtain that item at any cost. We quickly fell in love, always together wherever we went. During a business trip, we ran into William, who had relentlessly pursued me in school. He blocked my path, insisting on catching up. Zachary shielded me behind him, his tall figure exuding a sense of security. “Who are you?” William’s voice was almost trembling. Zachary looked back at me, then at him, and smiled. “I’m her boyfriend.” William left sheepishly, no longer as arrogant in front of Zachary. After getting rid of William, Zachary suggested we go for a walk. I was still shocked by what had just happened and nodded without thinking. The gentle breeze on my face felt refreshing, as if memories from the past were becoming clearer bit by bit. Back then, I was carefree, not having to think so much about everything like I do now. He noticed my low spirits and took great care of me throughout the journey. How wonderful it would be if we could stay in this moment forever? I knew I shouldn’t indulge in such fantasies, but my heart couldn’t help it. “Do you… like me?” This was the first time he had asked me this. Before, when we got together, a simple nod was enough. I smiled, my face stiff, then nodded heavily. ———-This is the breakpoint———- Liking someone doesn’t need a reason. I smiled from the bottom of my heart, as if I had truly fallen for him too.

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I had been with Chloe Sinclair for ten years, helping her climb the corporate ladder at her family’s company. To secure deals for her, I attended countless business dinners and client meetings. She kept delaying making our relationship public, saying she wanted to wait until her career was stable. But on the day she became CEO, she publicly announced that her childhood friend Lucas was her fiancé and set a wedding date. That same night, I was at a business dinner celebrating her promotion, trying to close a big deal for her. I ended up drinking too much and got sick. The client’s husband misunderstood the situation and had me beaten up. Limping and bruised, I brought her the signed contract. But she allowed Lucas to run over my foot with his car, then casually said, “Lucas just learned to drive. Don’t take it personally if he bumped you by accident.” The pain I had been enduring exploded as Lucas’s car crushed my foot. I doubled over in agony. Lucas feigned innocence, saying, “Zach, why did you suddenly step out?” Every cell in my body was screaming in pain. The contract I had been protecting fell to the ground. The clean white paper looked out of place next to my blood and dirt-stained clothes. Chloe walked over and picked up the contract. After glancing through it, she put it in her bag and looked down at me condescendingly. “Lucas just learned to drive. Don’t take it personally if he bumped you by accident.” I was in too much pain to speak. I reached out to her, but she made no move to help me up. It seemed Chloe’s CEO celebration party was ending, as more and more people walked out of the hall. “Isn’t that CEO Sinclair and her fiancé Lucas? Who’s that man lying on the ground?” Fiancé? Lucas? What about me? I struggled to prop myself up on my arms, wanting to ask Chloe what was going on. But my arms seemed to be broken too – I couldn’t put any weight on them. The murmurs of the crowd continued. “Isn’t that guy the model Chloe keeps around?” “Shh, keep your voice down. Rich people having boy toys is nothing unusual.” “Did Lucas’s car hit him?” Hearing this, Chloe finally reacted. She signaled her bodyguards to pull me up, then addressed the crowd: “Lucas didn’t hit him. He fell in front of the car himself.” I was lifted like a rag doll by the bodyguards. I kept replaying the word “boy toy” in my mind, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth. Chloe and I had been together for ten years. She had cried to me about her father favoring her brother for the family business, even though he was incompetent. She said her father was trying to force her to marry a much older divorced man. I felt for her and wanted to help. After graduation, I came to work for her, closing deal after deal to help her prove herself to her father and gain a foothold in the Sinclair family business. But after all I had done, I was still a nobody with no official status. And now I had the degrading label of “boy toy” who was just there for her entertainment. “What?! So he’s trying to scam them!” “He looks so young, how could he stoop so low?” Chloe’s explanation had turned everyone against me. My consciousness was fading. The last thing I heard was one of the bodyguards yelling to Chloe, “Ms. Sinclair, this guy passed out.” When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose. My hand was wrapped in bandages and my leg was in a cast. The slightest movement sent waves of pain through my body. Those men who beat me up had clearly gone all out. The doctor noticed I was awake and glanced at me. “You’re up. Contact a family member to pay the bills and take care of you. The men who brought you here left right after dropping you off.” I had no money on me. Chloe had grown up in a wealthy family and seen a lot of scheming and betrayal. She lacked a sense of security. To reassure her, I had voluntarily given her control of our finances, letting her manage all the money. But now, she wouldn’t even pay for my medical bills. After the doctor left, I called Chloe, hoping to ask her to transfer some money for the hospital fees. But a man’s voice answered the phone. “Chloe’s in the shower. Talk to her assistant if you need something.” He hung up abruptly. The vague words, along with the “fiancé” from last night… A fire of anger ignited in my chest. I felt like a complete fool. Ignoring the nurse’s protests, I yanked out the IV and grabbed the crutches by the bed. I stumbled out, desperate to get to the Sinclair house and catch Chloe with her lover red-handed. I finally made it to the Sinclair house, but when I opened the door, I saw Chloe sitting with my family, looking happy and relaxed. Lucas was chatting with my mom, making her laugh. I staggered over and grabbed Lucas’s arm. I glared at Chloe and snarled, “Chloe, isn’t Lucas supposed to be your cousin? How did he become your fiancé?!” Before Chloe could respond, my mom stood up and slapped me hard across the face. She pulled Lucas away from me. “Zachary Miller, what the hell are you doing?! For years, Ms. Sinclair has given you a job, paid you well, and even sent food and gifts to our family. Instead of being grateful, you’re acting crazy now?” The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My mom had worked as a farmer for years and had very strong hands. The slap made my head spin. I belatedly realized that Chloe had never publicly acknowledged our relationship. Chloe didn’t want to go public, and I respected her wishes as a man. When talking to my family, I just said I worked for the Sinclair company. But now, this had become a knife stabbing me in the back. My brother also stood up with a frown. “Zach, what are you doing? You’re acting like you and Chloe were dating or something. We need to know our place with families like the Sinclairs.” Chloe just sat there sipping her tea, making no move to explain things for me. Lucas put on an act of being magnanimous. “Chloe has probably been too nice to him, leading to some misunderstandings. It’s okay, Mrs. Miller.” One mouth can’t win against several. I looked at my family in despair as they all took Chloe and Lucas’s side. Chloe finally spoke up. She handed my mom a bright red invitation. “Mrs. Miller, Lucas and I are getting married next month. You’re welcome to attend. Zach has contributed a lot to the company. More than an employee, I see him as a brother. So you’re like family to me too.” My mom was overjoyed, clutching the invitation to her chest. She couldn’t stop smiling. “Oh my, Ms. Sinclair, you’re too kind. You’ve been such a blessing to our Zach. His father passed away when he was young, and I struggled to raise the two boys on my own. Life was so hard back then. But after Zach met you, our lives improved so much.” I stared at that invitation with bloodshot eyes, my chest heaving with anger. Chloe and I had been together for ten years. I cared for her, respected her, and helped her climb to the CEO position. But she had used me and tossed me aside, turning around to marry another man. What was I to Chloe Sinclair? Just a stepping stone on her path to success? A dog she could kick around? I leaned on my crutches, feeling waves of hatred and regret wash over me. In the end, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. My laughter drew everyone’s attention. My brother looked at me with disgust. My mom rushed over to try to cover my mouth. She awkwardly explained to Chloe, “My son must be excited to hear about your wedding, Ms. Sinclair.” Chloe looked at my pathetic state – one hand on a crutch, the other in a sling. “I should thank Zach too. He closed a big deal for me yesterday. You’re injured, so take some paid leave. Get well and then come to my wedding.” I stared at Chloe in disbelief. I had loved her for ten years, only to end up stabbed in the back. And now she wanted me to attend her wedding. For any man, this would be the ultimate humiliation. But my mom’s eyes lit up at the mention of paid leave. She ignored my struggles and had my brother help me out. “Thank you, Ms. Sinclair. We’ll definitely attend your wedding.” I didn’t want to go to Chloe’s wedding. But my mom threatened to hang herself to force me to go. She said, “Zachary Miller, Ms. Sinclair invited you. If you don’t go, you’re disrespecting her. Where would our family be without Ms. Sinclair? Or are you saying you actually have feelings for her? Know your place!” My brother held my mom back from finding a rope. He also complained, “Bro, are you trying to get our whole family killed?” But they had no idea that our family’s comfortable life wasn’t thanks to Chloe. It was from all the drinks I had with clients to close deals. I wanted to explain, but their eyes were full of contempt and distrust towards me. So I swallowed my words and just said, “Fine, I’ll go.” On the wedding day, I watched Chloe walk down the aisle in a white dress towards Lucas. Lucas was in the spot that that should have been mine. I pushed down the bitterness in my heart and signaled my friend Leo to play the video I had prepared. The video that was supposed to show Chloe and Lucas’s love story suddenly changed to moments between Chloe and me. There were photos of us from college, handwritten letters we had exchanged, records of our anniversary celebrations. The video caused an uproar among the guests. “Who is that guy? He doesn’t look like Lucas.” I picked up a microphone, ready to tell them everything. But as soon as I started speaking, I realized there was no sound coming from the mic. I looked over at Leo, but he avoided my gaze. Meanwhile, Chloe calmly raised her own microphone. “I’m so sorry for the confusion, everyone. The man in the video is Zachary Miller. We dated in college, but broke up due to incompatibility.” “Out of consideration for our past, I gave him a job at Sinclair Corp after graduation. But he didn’t take it seriously and kept trying to hit on wealthy clients.” “As you can see, his arm is in a sling. That’s because one of the client’s husbands had him beaten up.” As she spoke, a spotlight shone on me, nearly blinding me. My heart sank as I realized Leo had sold me out. Chloe continued relentlessly, “In fact, Mr. Jackson is here today. His wife was harassed by Zachary.” A heavyset man stood up from the audience, pointing at me and yelling, “You little punk! I warned you to stay away, but you dare show up at Ms. Sinclair’s wedding to cause trouble!” He waved his hand and several burly men came to drag me out. I struggled desperately, “Mom! Tyler! Help me!” But they turned away, pretending not to know me. One of the men knocked me to the ground. Then a barrage of fists and kicks rained down on me. I could only use my one good arm to protect my head. When the men got tired of beating me, one of them spat on me and cursed, “I hate pretty boys like you the most.” “Take a look in the mirror, you piece of trash.” “Let’s go, it’s a waste of energy beating up scum like this.” I lay on the ground like a dead dog while the wedding continued inside. I heard the officiant say, “The groom may now kiss the bride.” My face was wet with tears as I remembered Chloe scolding me for being clumsy during our first kiss, saying I had cut her lip. I’m not sure when the wedding ended, but I felt people walking past me. I grabbed a familiar ankle and looked up to meet Chloe’s cold eyes. With my last bit of strength, I croaked out, “Why?” She crouched down and pried my hand off her ankle. Without a hint of emotion, she said, “I got bored of you.” This time, I didn’t hesitate to raise my hand and signal the person who had been hiding nearby. “My dear sister, how could you not invite your brother to your wedding?”

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To marry the poor boy Felix Thompson, I nearly cut ties with my parents. For ten years together, I worked tirelessly, quitting my job to stay home and care for his bedridden mother. He was touched, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and promising he would never betray me. We became the couple everyone envied. But then his first love came back. He abandoned me time and again for her. When she complained of discomfort, He even dragged me, pregnant, out of the car on the highway. “Wait here by the road, I’ll be back for you soon,” he said. With that, he started the car to leave. But in that moment, a vehicle came speeding towards me from behind. By the time I realized what was happening, I was already lying in a pool of blood… When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Felix confessed his love to me. “Say yes, say yes!” “Wow, you have to accept!” The cheering crowd around us made me feel disoriented. The pain of my bones shattering under the car’s impact was still vivid in my mind. Felix stood before me, still with a touch of youthful innocence. He held out roses, looking at me tenderly, his ears red as blood. “Be with me, Olivia.” He offered the roses to me. But I remained motionless, my body stiff as a board. Had I been reborn? Seeing no reaction from me, Felix smiled. He assumed I was just shy. He raised his voice and asked again solemnly, “Olivia Carter, will you be my girlfriend?” Just then, a cold breeze blew past. It cleared my muddled thoughts somewhat. I looked past the crowd to see Rachel Frost, smiling smugly in the background. Only now, in this second life, did I realize Rachel had been there the day Felix confessed to me. I remembered how many times later, when I met Rachel, She would look at me with a mixture of pity and superiority. She said, “The only reason Felix confessed to you was because of me.” Later I found out it was because Rachel liked Samuel Morrison, so she pushed Felix to be with me. The goal was to cut off any hopes Samuel had for me. It wasn’t until after my death, when my soul lingered in this world, that I learned Samuel had always harbored feelings for me. He took care of my funeral, looked after my parents, and even sought revenge against Felix and Rachel… I looked at Felix, his eyes full of tender affection. He really seemed to love me deeply. Only after dying once did I realize it was all an act. How could someone fake love so convincingly? To everyone’s shock, I forcefully knocked away Felix’s roses. I enunciated each word clearly: “I don’t accept. I don’t like you, Felix Thompson.” With those words, the entire crowd fell silent. The smile on Felix’s face became strained. “You’re… joking, right?” Rachel could no longer control herself and rushed out from the crowd, pointing at me, “Stop playing hard to get. Everyone knows you like Felix!” I looked at her coldly. In my past life, Rachel and I didn’t know each other at this point. I had only heard about this first love a few times from Felix. I replied sarcastically, “Do I know you?” Rachel was stunned. I shouldn’t have known her, yet she seemed to know all about my situation. Because of Samuel, she had been stalking me on various social media platforms. I didn’t notice Felix giving Rachel an odd look. Rachel jutted out her chin, “I’m Felix’s good friend. I’ve been helping him pursue you, so of course I know you.” “Is that so? But isn’t he in love with you?” With those words, the crowd fell silent again. Felix anxiously spoke up, “No, that’s not true. I don’t like her, I like you.” Rachel pretended to be hurt, rubbing her eyes. “How can you spread such rumors? Felix and I are just good friends, nothing more.” Her affected manner made me sick. I grabbed Rachel’s left hand without warning. There was a ring-shaped tattoo on her ring finger. “Just friends? Then why do you both have matching ring tattoos?” The onlookers instinctively looked at Felix’s hand. Sure enough, he had the same ring-shaped tattoo on his ring finger. In my past life, before Rachel returned to the country, Felix’s explanation was that he simply thought the tattoo looked cool. Later when I discovered Rachel had the same one, I had a huge fight with him.

To appease me, he went to have the tattoo removed. He hugged me and said Rachel was just a first love from when he was young and foolish. He insisted I was the only one in his heart now, and Rachel was in the past. I believed him then, which led to my tragic end later. In this new life, I wouldn’t be so foolish again. Felix could no longer maintain his calm facade. He hurriedly tried to cover the tattoo, explaining to me, “No, it’s not what you think. I was young and stupid then. If it bothers you, I can have it removed…” He rubbed at the tattoo with his other hand until the skin broke and bled. “It’ll be gone soon, I promise…” I found his act pathetic. Felix’s acting skills had really improved. If I hadn’t died once before, I truly would have believed he loved me. I didn’t bother arguing further and turned to leave. But as I turned, I saw Samuel Morrison standing in the distance. His hands were in his pockets, his expression cold. He still had that rebellious look, like he didn’t care about anything in the world. Yet it was this same man who, upon hearing of my death, aged overnight. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. I ran towards him. “Sam, I’ve missed you so much.” Samuel was a bit taken aback, but still opened his arms to catch me. I buried myself in his embrace, greedily listening to his increasingly rapid heartbeat. At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was only Samuel and me. I didn’t hear Felix’s anguished cries, or Rachel’s jealous and resentful wails. Samuel drove me home. My parents had already prepared dinner and were waiting for me. Seeing my parents, my eyes immediately turned red. If there was anyone I truly owed an apology to in my past life, it was my parents. Seeing me cry, my parents became anxious. Mom hugged me, asking worriedly, “What’s wrong, sweetie? Did someone bully you?” Dad sat nearby, drumming his fingers on the table. I couldn’t speak through my tears. Samuel explained for me. He recounted how Felix had confessed to me today. My dad slammed the table and stood up. “I knew that boy was no good. Too scheming, not a suitable match at all.” Mom gently stroked my head, comforting me softly: “Olivia dear, don’t be sad. He’s not worth your tears.” I nodded, hugging Mom tightly. At that moment, the reality of my rebirth hit me like a tidal wave. With my parents and Samuel comforting me, my emotions gradually calmed. We all sat down at the dinner table to eat. This warm family scene made me think of the times I had cut ties with my parents in my past life. Guilt washed over me again. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I was so foolish… I won’t do it again…” My parents didn’t understand what had happened, but they just kept comforting me. Before bed, I received a message from Felix. “Olivia, I’ve had the tattoo removed. Are you still angry?” Looking at the message, I suddenly remembered that at this point in my past life, Felix and I were already together. Meanwhile, Samuel had gone abroad, and Rachel had followed him. But this time, I hadn’t gotten together with Felix, and neither Samuel nor Rachel had left the country. After calming down completely, I began to review everything that had happened today. Felix’s behavior was very strange. The way he looked at me held an inexplicable possessiveness, and a hint of hidden madness. In that instant, my heart skipped a beat. He had come back too. My hands shook as I blocked and deleted Felix’s contact information. The shadow of death loomed over me at that moment. In my panic, I received a call from Samuel. I answered it urgently, as if grasping at a lifeline. “Sam…” “What’s wrong? Did Felix scare you today?” “I… yes…” “Don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” Samuel’s voice seemed to have a magical effect, gradually calming my heart. I fell asleep to Samuel’s gentle words. After I blocked and deleted him, Felix quieted down for a while. I didn’t see him for several days. Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief, an unexpected incident occurred. That day, I went to the hospital to buy some cold medicine. By chance, I ran into Felix’s mother who was there for a follow-up appointment. She had always been in poor health. In my past life, even with my careful care, her condition worsened year by year until she was bedridden within a few years. At this point in time, Felix’s mother could still walk, albeit with difficulty. I instinctively took a step back, hiding around the corner. Felix had just arrived at his mother’s side with a stack of test reports. I heard his mother sigh. “Ah, if I have to be hospitalized, it’ll be troublesome for you to come take care of me. What about your work? I don’t want to affect your career.” “Mom, don’t worry. I’ll have Olivia quit her job to take care of you.” “Would she be willing? I heard her family is well-off. She’s delicate, how could she take care of someone?” “Of course she would. She’s very domestic and caring.” Felix’s voice was full of certainty. I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice bath. No wonder he kept pursuing me even though he didn’t like me. He just wanted me to take care of his mother for him. His mother’s voice continued, “But… don’t you like that Rachel girl?” I froze in place. I suddenly remembered Felix’s mother tightly grasping my hand on her deathbed, saying “I’m sorry.” My eyes suddenly welled up with tears. So Felix’s mother had known all along that I wasn’t the one her son truly loved, yet she had accepted my care without qualms. I thought Felix would immediately agree with his mother’s words. To my surprise, he quickly retorted, “Mom, please don’t say things like that anymore. I don’t want Olivia to misunderstand.” “My wife can only be her, in this life and the next. She belongs only to me.” I leaned against the wall, my fists clenched tightly. His mother still seemed a bit worried. “But what if she finds out the truth…” “Even if she knows, she won’t leave me. She loves me more than life itself.” Saying this, Felix fell silent. His mind was in turmoil. After a long while, he spoke again, “Don’t worry, she’s just playing hard to get. I’ll coax her back soon.” I couldn’t listen anymore and walked out. Seeing me, they both looked surprised. Felix’s mother hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at me. After his initial shock, Felix’s face lit up with undisguised joy. “You came! I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” “I’ll be magnanimous and overlook your mistake from the other day.” I didn’t speak, just stared at him steadily. Felix began to feel uneasy under my gaze. But he didn’t want to back down. He had been mocked quite a bit lately for being rejected by me. So out of stubbornness, he deliberately hadn’t come looking for me for several days. I suddenly laughed, “Mistake? What mistake did I make, Felix Thompson?” “You deliberately hugged Samuel that day to provoke me, and you… you even blocked me.” I tilted my head, stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. Felix’s mother, who had been pretending to be oblivious, immediately jumped up and bared her teeth at me. “What are you doing!” I shrugged, “Can’t you see? I’m slapping him.” With that, I turned and walked away coolly. It wasn’t until I had completely disappeared that Felix realized he had been slapped. 4 As I reached the hospital entrance, I ran into Rachel. I wanted to just walk past her and leave, but she grabbed my wrist. She was the epitome of the “innocent vixen” – pure-looking face but voluptuous figure, the type of girl often described online as having both innocence and sex appeal. She looked me up and down, then sneered. “You really are shameless, aren’t you? You made a big show of rejecting Felix before, and now you’re here at the hospital to see that old lady?” “What I do is none of your business.” I forcefully shook off her hand and was about to leave. But she stumbled dramatically, hitting the handrail of the stairs. This scene was all too familiar. I had experienced it in my past life too. Back then, I had been at a loss for words, only knowing how to defend myself. Of course Felix didn’t believe me. He just looked at me coldly, then gave me the silent treatment for a week. By that time, I had almost given up on our relationship. But he took the initiative to apologize, saying he shouldn’t have doubted me, and begged for my forgiveness. It wasn’t until this moment, looking at the past from a god’s-eye view, That I realized Felix’s behavior towards me was nothing more than giving me a slap followed by a sweet treat. Sure enough, Felix appeared. His face still bore the clear imprint of my hand. Rachel lay on the ground, crying silently, the perfect picture of a pitiful victim. Just as I thought Felix was going to berate me, he walked straight to my side. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” These words stunned even Rachel. For a moment, her coquettish, vulnerable facade twisted into an ugly grimace. She said in disbelief, “Felix, I’m the one who’s hurt. Can’t you see?” Felix seemed not to hear her, only looking at me with concern and a complex expression. I had no idea what game he was playing, so I just rolled my eyes and left. But Felix followed closely behind me. Rachel was still shouting in the background, but neither of us paid her any attention. At the intersection, Felix finally couldn’t hold back and grabbed my hand. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at me cautiously, “You heard what I said to my mom earlier, didn’t you? Don’t misunderstand, it was all just talk.” I didn’t answer this question. Instead, I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You came back too, didn’t you? Don’t play dumb.” I felt his grip on my hand suddenly tighten. The streetlight above cast a flickering shadow on his face, splitting it into light and dark halves. The left side showed his cold cruelty towards me after meeting his first love again, while the right side reflected his anguish after my death. In my past life, as a disembodied spirit, I had seen him suffer immense pain upon learning of my death. But was this pain due to losing a free caretaker, or because things had spiraled out of his control? “So you… came back too.” Felix’s voice trembled. His eyes were full of painful struggle. “I knew you had come back from the moment you rejected me.” “But I didn’t dare believe it, didn’t dare think about it. I was afraid you would hate me…” “Felix Thompson, let’s end it here.” I forcefully pried his hand off me, stepping back to create some distance. Then, I secretly took out the pepper spray Samuel had given me this morning. I sprayed it directly in Felix’s face. As he cried out in pain, I turned and ran. The next day, I posted a photo on social media of Samuel and me holding hands. With the caption: “Found my soulmate, wishing to grow old together with you.” 5 My social media exploded instantly. Friends flooded the comments section: “Wonderful, a perfect match made in heaven.” “I’ve been shipping you two for ages, finally you’re together!”

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Three years after my death, my husband finally remembered me. The reason? His childhood friend Faye’s leukemia had relapsed, and she needed another bone marrow transplant. He came to the house where I used to live, intending to have me sign a donation agreement. But he found the place long abandoned. He asked the neighbors about me. “You mean Chloe? She’s been dead for years!” one replied. “I heard she was forced to donate bone marrow while she was sick. She passed away just days after returning home.” He refused to believe it, convinced the neighbors were conspiring with me to deceive him. Irritated, he snapped at them, “If you see her, tell her this: if she doesn’t show up in three days, I won’t pay another cent for that bastard child’s medical bills.” As he stormed off, the neighbor shook her head and muttered, “Poor child… he starved to death long ago.” Three years after death, my son and I were still restless spirits. Our attachments to this world were too strong, preventing us from moving on to the next life. Meanwhile, my husband Harrison had clawed his way up from the bottom of society, transforming into an enviable new business tycoon. I had betrayed him when he was at his lowest point. So he hated me. He wanted to flay me alive. Three years ago, he forced me to donate bone marrow to Faye while I was ill. Bone marrow extraction is invasive. Whether due to a procedural error or my weakened immune system, I developed a severe infection a week after the surgery. I fell into a coma with a high fever and died at home. My three-year-old son, left with no one to care for him, eventually died by my side. In those three years, Harrison never came to see us, not even a single phone call. Now, I held my son Timmy’s small hand as we floated in the air, watching Harrison kick our old front gate repeatedly. Three years without seeing each other, and he had changed so much. His eyes were cold and unfeeling. Familiar yet strange. Behind him stood Faye, wearing a mask and dressed to the nines. Her rosy cheeks and well-proportioned figure showed no signs of illness. Timmy, frightened by the loud banging, hid in my embrace. He looked up at me, his bright eyes a mix of excitement and fear. “Mommy, has Daddy finally remembered us? It’s been so long since he came to see us.” “But he looks angry. Did I do something to upset him?” “And who’s that lady standing there?” I stroked his head, my heart aching. My throat felt constricted, unable to utter a word. “Chloe, get out here now! Stop pretending to be dead!” Harrison shouted into the yard. The commotion drew the attention of Mrs. Johnson next door. She came out and asked Harrison, “Young man, who are you looking for? This house has been empty for a long time.” Harrison composed himself and asked, “Doesn’t Chloe live here? Has she moved?” Mrs. Johnson’s expression darkened. She sighed, “You mean Chloe? She died three years ago.” Harrison froze for a moment. Mrs. Johnson continued, “I heard she was forced to donate bone marrow while she was sick. She passed away just days after returning home. It’s such a tragedy.” Faye’s expression changed, her face turning pale. She protested weakly, “Ma’am, please don’t say such things. Donating bone marrow is safe; it doesn’t kill people.” “If she didn’t want to donate to me, she could have just said so. There’s no need to curse herself like this. It’s bad luck.” She spoke loudly, as if I might be eavesdropping from inside the house. Harrison, who had been in shock, suddenly relaxed upon hearing Mrs. Johnson’s words. A mocking smile appeared on his face. “Does she find it amusing to keep up this act? If she’s going to lie, she should at least make it believable. She should check if there are any cases of people dying from bone marrow donation.” Mrs. Johnson, confused by their conversation, simply repeated, “The poor thing was found dead in the house after several days…” Harrison’s face turned cold. He said to Mrs. Johnson, “I don’t know why you’re conspiring with her to deceive me, but please tell her this: if she doesn’t show up to donate bone marrow to Faye within three days, don’t blame me for cutting off the dialysis treatment for that bastard child she’s raising.” Mrs. Johnson was stunned. She shook her head and sighed, preparing to return to her own house. Harrison called out coldly behind her, “Remember! I’m only giving her three days. If she doesn’t appear, I won’t transfer a single penny for living expenses this month. Let her watch that bastard die right in front of her.” As she turned away, Mrs. Johnson’s eyes reddened. She muttered to herself, “That poor child starved to death long ago. If only I had gone to check on them, I might have been able to save him…” “Harrison, is it possible that Chloe doesn’t want to donate bone marrow to me, so she’s hiding?” Faye asked, her expression on the verge of tears. Harrison affectionately ruffled her hair. “Silly girl, it’s just a little leukemia. Even if Chloe doesn’t donate, I’ll search the whole country to find a suitable match for you.” Faye pouted, “But Chloe’s bone marrow is almost a perfect match for my body. The doctor said he’s never seen two people with such a high degree of compatibility.” Harrison glanced at the locked gate, his tone filled with determination and promise: “Then for your sake, I’ll move heaven and earth to find her!” At that moment, my heart couldn’t help but ache again. Looking at the two people standing before me, memories from years ago flooded back. Harrison and I were college classmates. Back then, he was like the morning sun piercing through a thin mist – warm and radiant. I fell for him first. We got together after graduating from college. I once saw him as my salvation, my whole world revolving around him. I followed him into his startup, sharing in the hardships. He promised to take care of me for life. At first, he really did. But ideals eventually gave way to reality. In the early days of his business, I often accompanied him to negotiate deals. That’s when I met Luke Jenkins, the heir to the Radiant Group. Luke was a spoiled rich kid who worked just for the experience. Ever since he met me, he buzzed around me like a fly, even trying to get handsy when drunk. Finally, during one incident when Luke tried to embrace me while intoxicated, Harrison smashed a wine bottle over his head. Because of this incident, we not only lost the Radiant Group contract but also had to pay all our savings to keep Luke from sending Harrison to jail. Of course, what we actually paid was far more than just money. That night, he held me in his arms and apologized. He said he was sorry, that when he succeeded one day, he would never let anyone bully me again. Indeed, after he succeeded, no one else bullied me. Only he did. I don’t want to reminisce anymore. I looked at that face, unseen for years yet colder and more unfeeling than ever. The stifling summer wind tousled his hair, deepening his already furrowed brow. He looked lost in thought. He held Faye in his arms, his gaze fixed on the waist-high weeds at the gate. The year I “betrayed” Harrison was our second year of marriage. By then, I was already over a month pregnant. But neither of us knew about it yet. At that time, Harrison’s business had started to show promise and had attracted several investors. It should have been smooth sailing, but for some reason, we suddenly hit a major setback. Even the investments we had secured were all withdrawn. The cash flow dried up, and our products started having one problem after another. We defaulted on our bank loans, and the mortgaged house, car, and factory were all about to be repossessed and auctioned off. During those days, Harrison couldn’t eat or sleep. To make matters worse, Harrison’s mother was diagnosed with cancer that year, requiring a huge sum for treatment. I pulled some strings to investigate the cause and discovered that the person sabotaging Harrison’s company was none other than Luke Jenkins, the man Harrison had hit with a wine bottle years ago. And now, he had come to me. He said he could arrange for Radiant Group’s investment arm to inject capital into Harrison’s company and even pay for his mother’s treatment. I knew he must have conditions. Would the devil do charity out of kindness? If he didn’t want my life, he must want something even more important than life itself. I asked him what was the point of doing this. Luke sneered, “I do it because I want to. What other reason do I need? I just enjoy watching you insects, furious yet helpless against me.” “Besides, I haven’t paid him back for cracking my skull open back then. It’s time for him to pay up.” I couldn’t understand Luke. He had a hundred ways to make Harrison’s life miserable, yet he chose me. Years later, I still vividly remember the scene that day. In a dimly lit private room, Luke held me on his lap. Harrison, walking in with the contract in hand, froze when he saw us. His eyes reddened as he asked hoarsely, “Why?” I told him, “You can’t give me the life I want, but Luke can…” Luke laughed loudly. His greasy hand pinched my waist. My heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows. Despite the utter humiliation, I forced a coquettish laugh and playfully dodged. “Harrison, isn’t this good? I help you get resources, you sign a contract with Radiant, it’s win-win.” Disappointment gradually filled Harrison’s eyes. But he still resolutely reached out to me: “Chloe, come here! I don’t need you to do this. Whatever life you want, I’ll work hard to give it to you in the future.” His tone was pleading, his expression so miserable. At that moment, my heart felt like it was being crushed by a thousand-pound stone, making it almost impossible to breathe. He said, “Chloe, I don’t have to sign today’s contract. Come home with me…” The once confident and proud man, who hadn’t hesitated to smash a wine bottle over the head of Radiant’s heir, was now begging so humbly. Luke laughed, triumphant and carefree. “Harrison, look at the woman you cherished. She’s no different from the rest. With just a crook of my finger, she crawled into my bed.” “So tell me, what was the point of smashing that bottle over my head back then? Haha…” Harrison ignored his words, just staring fixedly at me. I smiled, wrapping my arms around Luke’s neck, and said to Harrison, “That’s right, honey. Don’t take things so seriously. Just let it go.” I don’t remember much of what happened later that night. I only remember him signing the contract, his eyes blood-red as he said to me: “Chloe, in this life, we’ll never be done with each other!” After that, he threw himself into his work like a madman. In just a few short years, he grew his startup into a listed company, even becoming an industry leader last year. He had succeeded. And I had become the biggest stain on his life. Of course, I didn’t show up during the three-day deadline he gave. Harrison came to our little house again. Timmy excitedly circled around his father, placing his transparent little hand into Harrison’s large one hanging by his side. He turned back to me, jubilant: “Mommy, I’m finally holding hands with Daddy!” My eyes stung with unshed tears as I forced a smile for him. All these years, Harrison had believed Timmy was Luke’s child, despising him and refusing to even look at him. Although I had done a paternity test proving their biological father-son relationship, he still refused to believe it, thinking I had paid for a fake report. Ever since that night, I had lost all credibility with Harrison. I asked him for a divorce. I wanted to end this toxic relationship too. But he just glared at me viciously: “Chloe, remember, you owe me for life. I told you we’d never be done with each other.” “Divorce? Dream on!” He brought countless women home to spend the night, being intimate with them right in front of me. Whenever I tried to argue, he’d tell me to think about how dirty I was when I rolled around with Luke. This situation continued until Faye returned to the country. After she came back into his life, he cut off all contact with those other women. The two of them openly went everywhere together. Even Harrison’s business partners referred to Faye as “Mrs. Ford.” My thoughts returned to the present. I watched as Harrison stood at the gate, calling my phone. The automated voice informed him the number was no longer in service. He frowned, opening my SnapChat. The last message there was still the one he had sent three days ago, urging me to come forward and do the bone marrow matching for Faye. Of course, I hadn’t replied. He opened my photo feed, pausing when he saw a picture I had posted four years ago. It was a candid shot I had taken – him sitting on the sofa, two-year-old Timmy hugging his arm, resting his adorable little head on Harrison’s shoulder. I thought it was a beautiful moment and captured it, but the next second he had pushed Timmy away in disgust. He stared at the enlarged profile picture for a long while, then returned to the chat window to send me a message, “Chloe, you brought this on yourself. The three-day deadline is up. From today on, I won’t transfer another penny for your living expenses.” He waited for a long time, but still no reply. He then kicked the gate hard in frustration. Timmy, who had been happily circling around Harrison, was startled by this sudden action and began trembling in fear. His lip quivered as he burst into tears and ran into my arms: “Mommy, what’s wrong with Daddy? I’m scared…” I held him close, comforting him: “Don’t be afraid, Timmy. Daddy can’t hurt you anymore. Look, there are butterflies over there. Do you want to fly over and play with them for a bit?” I tried to distract him. Timmy turned his head and saw several butterflies fluttering nearby. He broke into a smile through his tears, quickly wiped his eyes, and flew towards the butterflies. After kicking the gate a couple of times, Harrison became even more agitated. He kept massaging his temples, then pulled out his phone and made a call. “Hello, is this the locksmith?” … Half an hour later. Harrison pushed open the cobweb-covered gate. The grass in the yard was even taller than at the entrance, reaching up to Harrison’s waist. The place had clearly been abandoned for a long time. He stood in the yard, hesitating to go further. He had been here twice before and should have remembered that I kept the yard well-maintained, not like the overgrown mess before him now. The first time he came was to drop off Timmy and me. Two-year-old Timmy had just been diagnosed with uremia, caused by congenital kidney underdevelopment. Disgusted by Timmy’s “bad luck,” Harrison bought this small farmhouse in a remote village and made us move here. He transferred $2,000 a month for living expenses, which included Timmy’s dialysis treatment costs. The second time he came to this little house was to forcibly take me to do bone marrow matching for his “true love” Faye. If he still remembered, he would surely recall that the yard was full of hydrangeas and roses. I had even made a swing for Timmy. While he was still lost in thought, Faye called again. Her voice sounded weak: “Harrison, have you seen Chloe? Will she come for the matching today?” Harrison reassured her: “I’ll handle this. You just focus on following the doctor’s treatment. Don’t worry.” Faye’s voice choked up: “I know Chloe probably doesn’t want to donate bone marrow to me again. I understand. She’s already saved me once; I can’t be greedy and ask her to save me a second time. I don’t blame her for hiding now, really…” It was as if she was confirming that I was deliberately hiding because I didn’t want to donate bone marrow to her. Harrison was silent for a few seconds. To my surprise, he didn’t take Faye’s side this time. He said, “It’s not like that. I haven’t been able to contact her yet. How could she know about your leukemia relapse in advance to hide?” Faye was taken aback. She quickly explained, “Harrison, you misunderstood. That’s not what I meant.” Harrison cut her off: “Faye, don’t worry. As long as Chloe is still alive in this world, I will find her. Even if she’s dead, I’ll make sure she donates bone marrow to you before she dies.” Faye seemed relieved after hearing this. After hanging up, Harrison stood in front of the house door for a long time. Although the door wasn’t locked, he still didn’t push it open. If he had opened it, he would have seen… Two body outlines drawn in white chalk. Those were the outlines the police had drawn after Timmy and I had died. But he just stood there. In the end, he retreated from the yard and bought a new lock from the locksmith to secure the gate. I noticed a strange phenomenon. As long as we followed Harrison, we could leave the place that had been constraining us.

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