Author: Momo Chan

On my wedding day, Dominic’s childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, left a suicide note and disappeared into the vast ocean. She didn’t blame Dominic for forgetting his childhood promise; she only blamed herself for being too fragile to accept my existence. Every winter night, I was forced to kneel in the swimming pool, apologizing to her. When my dress was soaked with blood, Dominic grabbed my neck, his face full of malice: “Rosalie lost her life. What right do you have to nurture a new life?” Later, Rosalie returned from studying abroad, claiming it was all a joke. For the first time, Dominic felt remorse: “Let’s reconcile.” “Let’s have a child again. I’ll be a good father and husband, okay?” But he forgot that some wounds can never heal. The study door was wide open. I could see Dominic holding a woman in his arms. It was his secretary, Vanessa. “What are you dawdling for? Bring it over!” I obeyed mechanically. I was afraid that if he got angry, he would punish me again. Vanessa took the water, but her hand slipped. The sound of breaking glass rang out, and she covered her mouth with a light laugh: “It’s so hot!” “Mr. Foster is so unlucky to have married a wife who can’t even handle a glass of water properly.” I turned away, swallowing the bitterness in my heart, not wanting to see their intimate moment any longer. But Dominic wouldn’t let me off: “Pick it up. What if Vanessa accidentally cuts herself?” “Do you want to hurt another person?” I crouched down, and from above came the sound of passionate entanglement. Dominic said playfully: “Isn’t it more exciting with her here?” My vision blurred involuntarily as I quickened my movements, stumbling out of the room. The thin door couldn’t block out their increasingly intense gasps. I slumped against the wall, desperately covering my ears, only to find a warm liquid flowing from my palm. I stared at the wound, a wave of despair washing over me. Every day that Dominic took his revenge, I clung to my love for him, trying to repair this relationship. But now, it seemed pointless. Perhaps from the day Rosalie died, all he had left for me was hatred. In the middle of the night, someone took my hand. The ointment dissolved the dried blood, and the faint sting woke me up. Dominic’s face was expressionless: “I didn’t sleep with her.” “What do I have to do for you to apologize to Rosalie?” I didn’t understand. It was he who failed to keep his childhood promise. Why should I bear the consequences? If I had known about this stubborn emotion earlier, I would never have chosen this marriage. Exhausted, I no longer wanted to participate in this one-sided farce: “Then let’s get a divorce.” “I’ll do as you wish and apologize at her gravestone.” A strong sense of suffocation came from my neck, and I couldn’t help but cough. Dominic warned me: “Don’t play tricks. We both have to pay for this life.” “Don’t think I’ll soften just because you mention divorce.” I fell heavily into the bed, my heart feeling like it had fallen from a great height, no longer moved.

I never thought that the marriage I had looked forward to would be so heavy, so heavy that I could barely breathe. Back then, Dominic was nothing like the cold and cruel person he is now. He had loving parents and close friends. When he was with me, he showed me healthy affection. When I sprained my ankle during a competition and felt embarrassed, he massaged my injury every day, telling me: “It’s no big deal to lose one competition. You’ll win the next one.” When I won a scholarship but was rumored to have received sympathy points from the teacher, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. It was Dominic who rushed in and punched that person, scolding them: “You’re stupid and brainless. What can you do besides being jealous of girls who are better than you?” I wanted to build a career and carefully craft my personal brand. But I was afraid that I didn’t have the ability, that it would all be for nothing. Dominic interrupted all my hesitant and weak thoughts, so I gathered the courage to invest all the money I had saved over the years. Perhaps when you meet the right person, your luck changes for the better. My life took a turn for the better. But everything came to a halt on our wedding day. The girl who was like a sister to him left a suicide note and jumped into the sea. She hated me for stealing the man she loved, mercilessly crushing her girlhood dreams. Dominic changed so quickly, so fast that before I could react, I became the culprit in Rosalie’s death. As long as her body wasn’t found, I would have to suffer one more day. Three years have passed, and I still can’t understand. If there was a possibility between them, how could I have appeared? Dominic’s pursuit of me was so grand and open, and she never appeared once. Even on the day we met the parents, she smiled happily. So when she jumped into the sea, I was confused and bewildered. When Dominic looked at me with hatred, my first thought was, why does he hate me? Perhaps humans are such strange creatures that to make themselves feel better, they have to find excuses to blame others. The love Dominic gave me was like a painkiller, soothing all my wounds. I could overlook his cold indifference. I could overlook the child I lost in the cold water. I thought, life is so long, there would always be another chance. Even when he burned all the baby clothes I had knitted, I could find an excuse. He was just too grief-stricken, suddenly losing a loved one, and needed time to recover. The only thing I couldn’t tolerate was him being intimate with another woman. Even if it was to force me to bow my head and admit my mistakes. After all, once tainted, it’s tainted forever. I withdrew from my thoughts, staring at the well-bandaged wound on my palm, admiring Dominic’s ruthlessness. A dull knife cuts the deepest. Fortunately, I’ve finally given up hope.

I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, but Dominic did nothing except warn me to behave. I found some peace, thinking that as long as he stayed away, I might still have a chance at having a child. It seemed like fate was against me. On Rosalie’s birthday, he vented his anger on me again. In the freezing weather, I was forced to kneel in the center of the banquet hall. Rosalie’s parents stared at me, wishing they could tear me to pieces. All kinds of unbearable curses poured in. I was powerless to fight back, only able to keep my head down and maintain the kneeling position, hoping time would pass quickly. Dominic questioned me furiously: “Is a human life so worthless in your eyes? You’re not even willing to sincerely apologize?” “She was my sister! How could you become like this!” A person’s self-esteem is always inexplicably fragile. At that moment of his questioning, I truly felt betrayed by the whole world. I didn’t understand: “How many times did I even meet her? How could I have such power to harm her?” “Who was it that didn’t notice her obsession, or perhaps knew but ignored it?” “Who really killed her? Don’t you know?” “I just want a divorce! Is trading a divorce for an apology so difficult for you?” “Or is the title of your sister so cheap? Cheap enough to die for?” His eyes turned red, and he raised his hand high, about to bring it down, but stopped. The bodyguards picked me up and walked towards the outdoor pool. It was the same familiar routine, I was tired of it even if he wasn’t. But today was different. Years of accumulated cold had taken their toll, and I couldn’t bear even a bit of coldness. My pneumonia came and went, and I couldn’t save my own body, but at least I wanted to protect this only possible child that might live. If weakness could exchange for her life, I was willing to bow my head. Dominic acted unusually: “Amelia, people always have to pay the price for what they’ve said and done.” As soon as I touched the bone-chilling water, I couldn’t stop shaking. My head became dizzy, and I crawled forward, wanting to kowtow and apologize to save myself, but was dragged back into the pool where half my body was submerged. “Dominic! What are you doing?” A coquettish female voice rang out, and I froze in place. Rosalie, who had died three years ago, wearing a white gown, walked down the stairs step by step towards Dominic. “I barely survived, nursed myself back to health, why have I become a dead person in Dominic’s words?”

The Winters family’s faces simultaneously flashed with guilt. I seemed to catch onto something. She smiled as she walked towards Dominic, throwing herself into his arms: “Dominic, I floated in the sea for a day and a night back then, was rescued, but fell seriously ill.” “It’s been three years, I’ve finally recovered and can come back to see you!” “Why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy that I’m back?” Dominic stood stiffly as Rosalie pulled him close, chatting about old times and family matters. There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face, and his stare made everyone feel cold. Rosalie’s gaze shifted to me, and she shrank into Dominic’s arms: “Who is that ghost? She’s so scary!” Indeed, soaking wet, with hair clinging to my face, from a distance of over ten meters, didn’t I look like a vengeful spirit crawling up from the underworld to claim a life? The warm blood beneath me dyed the water red, and I finally realized. I had no family left… I was finally dragged ashore and thrown into a dry room. There were no change of clothes in the room, so I could only wrap myself in a blanket to draw what little warmth I could. The thunderous joy from downstairs seemed to draw a period to this thoroughly ridiculous farce. My torment should have ended too. But Rosalie wasn’t willing to let it go. In her eyes, the three years of companionship was a thorn deeply embedded in her bone. She despised my disheveled state, standing at the door to gloat: “Sister, I’m so sorry.” “Dominic was so happy to see me back that he even forgot about you.” “It seems he does have me in his heart, he only married you out of youthful ignorance.” “Faking my death was such a good idea, it not only made Dominic hate you but also made him realize his feelings for me.” I pinched my palm hard to keep myself clear-headed: “What did you say? Fake death?” “Do you know that your foolish prank killed my child! It tortured me for three years!” “Who told you to compete with me? The lesson had to be deep enough to make you never dare to touch him again, even unto death.” She was completely indifferent: “It was just a joke, I didn’t take your life!” “But Dominic and I were separated for three whole years!” As she turned, she met the man’s gloomy and violent gaze. The usually willful and spoiled young lady suddenly became a bit timid: “Dominic, I… I didn’t mean to deceive you. Why are you so angry?” “We’ve known each other for over twenty years, can’t I even play a joke?” Listening to her cautious yet righteous tone, I wanted to curse. As I opened my mouth, an intense itch and pain came from my chest, and I uncontrollably coughed up a pool of blood. For the first time, Dominic panicked, stumbling towards me. “Amelia, why are you coughing blood?” He held me tight, only to find that my body was ice-cold. As he lifted the thin, soaked blanket, a shocking pool of blood was revealed on the floor. “Why is there so much blood? Amelia, what’s going on? Don’t scare me!”

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After Finding My Billionaire Parents, My Fiancée Deliberately Caused a Car Accident to Steal My Family Heirloom Pendant She sent her male secretary to meet my parents instead. When I begged for her help with a steel bar piercing my thigh, she was busy comforting her shocked male secretary. Before leaving, she smashed my phone and said coldly, “You’ve enjoyed the benefits for so many years. Let Lucas have the pendant now.” Later, I was rescued by a kind passerby. I lay unconscious in the hospital bed with no one visiting. When I woke up, I saw my fiancée and her male secretary sharing a passionate kiss, supposedly for a fundraising project. The caption read: “No matter how many times, my heart will always lean towards you.” My heart finally died. I dialed my billionaire mother’s number. “Mom, cancel the grand wedding.” “Ethan, why cancel so suddenly? Did something happen?” The elegant woman’s voice on the other end of the line was filled with worry. I didn’t want to trouble this mother who had only found her biological son when she was nearly fifty. After making up an excuse, I hung up the phone. The next second, Olivia pushed open the door, reeking of alcohol. Her eyes were unfocused, and her silk shirt was wrinkled in several places. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, her brows immediately furrowed. “Where have you been messing around for the past two weeks? Your phone was off. I thought you might have died somewhere.” Her tone was accusatory. She asked as if it was perfectly natural, seemingly forgetting that she was the one who left me on the road after the accident and smashed my phone. When she didn’t get an answer from me, Olivia clearly became impatient. She irritably loosened the silk scarf around her neck and walked towards the bedroom. A cluster of hickeys suddenly appeared in my line of sight. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if she simply didn’t care about my feelings. She made no attempt to hide them. Even at this point, my heart still ached dully like it was being cut by a knife. During the two weeks I spent recovering in the hospital, I might as well have been a living corpse. I had multiple fractures, and the steel bar that pierced my thigh put me at risk of amputation. But even so, I had hoped she would come to see me just once, even if only for a fleeting moment. I would have made excuses for her as I had always done before. And then continued to love her despite the pain. But when I got my new phone, I saw this woman I had loved for eight years publicly embracing and kissing her male secretary, smiling shyly and charmingly. The cheers of the crowd seemed to cast a filter of happiness around them. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my throat, I took off the plain ring on my index finger and placed it on the table. Olivia came out after her shower and saw this scene. Her face darkened, and she quickly walked over, using all her strength to slap me across the face. The force was heavy, and half of my face almost instantly swelled and went numb. “Who told you to take it off? Have you forgotten what I said?” she demanded. I met those angry eyes and spoke hoarsely: “How could I forget?” “Take off the ring, the vow is void, we’re over.”

Olivia looked at me in disbelief. “Who are you to say it’s over? If it weren’t for me, you’d still be living on the streets!” My gaze fell on the hickeys on her neck as I spoke calmly: “Where were you during the time I was in the hospital?” “Were you busy impersonating me to meet my parents, or were you fooling around in bed with Lucas?” Hearing my words, she realized what I meant and thought I was jealous. She immediately relaxed and approached me with a coquettish tone. “Lucas told me you only had minor injuries. You’re almost thirty and still lying to make me jealous?” Then, as if remembering something, her voice softened considerably: “Lucas has suffered a lot since childhood. He needs that identity more than you do.” “Besides, he promised me that after meeting your parents, countless business opportunities would pour into the company.” “We’re about to get married anyway, so why not give this chance to someone who needs it more?” I pushed away her body as she tried to get closer. I didn’t know how much Lucas had suffered. But over the years, in my search for my parents, I had been driven out of the orphanage, ended up on the streets fighting with stray dogs for food. I was almost kidnapped for a meal. Olivia knew all of this. Yet for Lucas’s sake, she casually asked me to give up the parents I had just found. “Why should I give it up? They’re my parents. You know how many years I’ve been looking for them.” Olivia was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: “What can you do if you don’t want to? I’ve already taken the pendant that could prove your identity.” “Even if you speak up, who would believe you?” As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang. I glanced at it; the contact name was a heart emoji. Olivia awkwardly hid her phone behind her back and said: “This matter is already settled. Don’t do anything unnecessary.” “Do I need to remind you of your place?” I heard such belittling words from her almost every day. As her footsteps gradually faded away, she answered the call. I heard an intimate male voice from the other end of the phone. “Babe, I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I? It’s all your fault for being so seductive today, I couldn’t help myself.” Followed by Olivia’s embarrassed response: “Stop teasing, I’m at home.” Bitterness welled up in my heart. I lowered my eyes to look at the plain ring on the table and muttered to myself: “I had already met them privately.” “I was originally planning to introduce you to them as my fiancée this time.”

Before Lucas appeared, my life with Olivia could be considered happy and ordinary. She was often dizzy with work at the company. When she came home, I would prepare a hot bath for her and timely offer her a cup of hangover tea. When did cracks start to appear in this life? Probably on Lucas’s first day at the company. I received a friend request on SnapChat. After adding him, he didn’t say a word. But his SnapChat stories were frequently updated with his daily life at the company with Olivia. “The boss worked overtime today, giving her a foot massage.” “Accidentally brushed against her lips today, so sweet.” “She really seems to like my scent, even the buttons on my shirt were torn off.” “Babe blushed, so cute.” This clearly exceeded the distance that should exist between a boss and a subordinate. I could feel that he was showing off to me, but I still chose to trust Olivia. Until that day, when I brought soup to the company and he poured it out in front of me, replacing it with a glass of high-proof liquor. From the corner, I watched Olivia drink it without hesitation. At three in the morning, I received a photo from Lucas of the two of them cheek to cheek. “She’s so beautiful tonight.” “Are you still waiting for her to come home?”

That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. Tears that I hadn’t shed even when I was bullied and beaten at the orphanage soaked my pillow that night. My thoughts returned to the present. It started raining heavily outside, and the damp air made the wound on my thigh ache dully. I propped myself up and walked into the guest room to pack my clothes. Olivia was a light sleeper. To let her sleep well, I had been staying in the guest room almost every day, rarely disturbing her. Halfway through packing, a photo fell to the ground. It was our first photo together at eighteen. I picked it up and looked at it for a long time, then tore it in half and threw it in the trash. Come to think of it, I hadn’t received much kindness over the years. That’s why I had made Olivia my emotional support. I had been wandering since childhood, struggling alone in society for many years. While washing dishes in a kitchen, I happened to encounter Olivia, who was almost abducted. Her parents had fled abroad with her brother to avoid debts due to failed business investments. They left her alone to face the creditors. I initially wanted to ignore it, but she looked so pitiful crying. I couldn’t bring myself to abandon her, so I grabbed an iron shovel nearby and confronted the thugs. My reckless behavior scared off those debt-collecting hooligans. When I came to my senses, my eyes were already covered with warm blood. Eighteen-year-old Olivia, wearing a white dress, hugged me, trembling and begging me not to die. She cried beautifully, stirring the long-dried softness in my heart. I used all the money I had saved over the years to support her through college. I switched to working at construction sites, doing the hardest and most tiring jobs. I thought that if I had Olivia for the rest of my life, it wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t find my parents. Later, she graduated smoothly and joined a financial company. In less than three years, she became a big name in the industry and established her own studio. I hid outside her company building, the dust on my body making me afraid to approach that moonlight. But in front of everyone, she flew into my arms like a butterfly. I just never expected that under the influence of power and money, even the high-hanging moon would become dim. I never questioned true love, but true love can change in an instant. Fortunately, it was only eight years. I could afford to lose.

I bought a ticket on my phone for a flight to the capital city the next day. After packing my things, I reached out to knock on Olivia’s door, but heard mixed male and female voices flirting inside. The door was slightly ajar, as if it hadn’t been closed properly. Olivia had her phone on speaker and was applying body lotion to her legs. The conversation inside reached my ears word for word. Lucas’s voice came through, whining and coaxing: “Olivia, can we be together after I meet your parents? Ethan doesn’t deserve you at all.” “You’ve already repaid what you owed him long ago. Didn’t you tell me you don’t love him anymore?” Olivia’s hand paused as she was applying the lotion, her voice turning cold: “Lucas, I can give you anything you want.” “Except for this.” “I don’t love Ethan, but I still have a responsibility to him.” Then she softened her voice again, coaxing the man: “I’ve given you everything. What else are you unsatisfied with? Being too greedy isn’t a good thing.” “But Olivia, do you really want me to be the other man?” A smile appeared on Olivia’s face, her voice lazy and drawling. “How could you be the other man?” “The one who isn’t loved is the other man.” I closed the door and turned to leave. Laughing at myself for the thought of saying goodbye just now.

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The day after my miscarriage, Lucas Reed’s charity auction was trending on social media. Facing the cameras, the tech billionaire gazed lovingly into the lens, “This piece of jewelry represents only a fraction of my love for my wife.” “My wife is my everything.” Fans quickly dug up stories about Lucas Reed and his wife Aria: “He left a board meeting just to bring his wife some lobster mac and cheese.” “He bought the Moonlight Lake Resort, the most scenic spot in the city, just for his wife to enjoy alone.” … The internet was in a frenzy, and Lucas Reed was crowned the king of true love. Our relationship was dubbed a fairy tale romance by netizens. I watched the video several times, only to end up laughing bitterly at myself. If I hadn’t received that text message, I wouldn’t have seen Lucas embracing another woman, calling her “wife” affectionately. And that woman had a swollen belly. I wouldn’t have lost my own child. I don’t want this rotten marriage anymore. Looking at the medical report in my hand, I called Lily, the wish-fulfillment streamer. “Hello, I want to record four videos as my last words. Name your price.”

For the first episode, “Love Has Rusted,” I took Lily to the orphanage where Lucas and I first met. I was an orphan, but I was gifted academically and quite attractive. I always had many suitors. Knowing the games rich people play, I focused solely on my studies, wanting to carve out my own path through hard work. Lucas was different from the others. He volunteered at the orphanage every week, buying treats for the children. The kids affectionately called him “Brother Lucas.” During his free time, he would ask me for help with his studies, always polite and never mentioning his feelings. When I fell ill, he would bring medicine in the middle of the night. He spent a fortune hiring Ivy League tutors for himself and invited me along, claiming he felt lonely studying alone. When I broke my leg, Lucas insisted on carrying me to school on his back to ensure I didn’t miss any classes. He climbed 108 steps every day for 120 days. On the day of our final exams, Lucas knelt down with a bouquet of flowers, “Aria, will you be my girlfriend? Let’s create a beautiful future together.” My heart finally melted, overwhelmed with happiness. Shallow love is common, but a connection of souls is rare. I became the top scorer in that year’s exams and was admitted to the Electronic Science and Technology program. Lucas enrolled in Business Administration at Stanford, not far from my university. After we got together, our love didn’t diminish; if anything, it grew stronger. If I hadn’t discovered Lucas’s secret family two days ago, I should have been the happiest woman alive. It’s just as they say, “Those who fall in love quickly are the first to grow cold, while those who fall slowly are still warming up.” Lily filmed me playing with the children, She captured the ancient tree carved with our names. Then I took Lily to the secret hideout Lucas and I shared. I carefully dug up the love lock we had buried, looked calmly at the camera, and said, “Lucas, the lock is rusty now. Do you think our love has rusted too?” “If it has, please tell me, okay?” “I love you, but I don’t want to live in a lie.”

For the second episode, “Who Broke the Wedding Vows,” I took Lily to Moonlight Lake Resort. This was where Lucas and I got married. Back then, Lucas wasn’t a billionaire yet, but he still rented out the entire resort. That day, Lucas put the ring on my finger with tears in his eyes, lifted my veil, and solemnly promised, “Aria, I will love you with my life for the rest of our days. Even if I’m no longer alive, my soul will always protect you.” “I will never betray you, never leave you.” Looking at the ring on my finger, tears rolled down my cheeks. From that moment, I was no longer homeless. “Lucas, I will strive to be the best Mrs. Reed. In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, I will never betray you, never leave you.” Lily looked admiringly at the picturesque venue, “Aria, your husband treats you so well. No wonder netizens call your relationship a fairy tale romance.” She sighed, “In today’s society, how many people can stay true to their first love? You’ve made so many people believe in love again.” I smiled lightly and walked solemnly down the red carpet, “Lily, make me look beautiful. I want your brother-in-law to remember how stunning I was back then.” The altar from our wedding was still there. I slowly stepped onto it, faced the camera, raised my hand, and vowed, “Lucas, I will strive to be the best Mrs. Reed. In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, I will never betray you, never leave you.” “Lucas, I love you, my vow is eternal.” “Lucas, is your vow still there?”

For the third episode, “Witnessing Your Betrayal,” I took Lily to the central garden. Sitting under a tree, we watched a petite young woman with a protruding belly taking a stroll in the distance. Lily’s expression had already changed. She cried, “Aria, I just started believing in love. Why are all men so fickle?” “Aria, you’re so pitiful. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your video goes viral so everyone can see what a scumbag he is.” I forced a smile on my pale face and patted her hand to comfort her, “He loved me once, maybe he still does. We had sweet moments, isn’t that good enough?” “Love isn’t something you beg for. If someone doesn’t love you anymore, you should love yourself.” Swallowing my bitterness, I smiled and walked towards the young woman, “Hello, beautiful. We’re doing street interviews. We’d like to test how much your husband loves you. Of course, we have a great gift for you.” The young woman scoffed, “My husband absolutely adores me. See that house? He bought it for me.” She showed us her phone, “See this huge children’s playground? It’s a gift from my husband for me and our son. He says we’ll always be his treasures.” I stared at the children’s playground with a heavy heart. Lucas once told me that if we had a child, he’d buy the best playground for us, so we could always be his happy treasures. It turns out he had already given my promises to someone else. Perhaps my child sensed the falseness of his father’s love and didn’t want to come into this family. I immediately took out a bracelet, “If you can get your husband to come here right now, we’ll believe your husband loves you 100%, and we’ll give you this bracelet. We’ll also promote you as the ultimate couple goals.” The woman’s eyes lit up, greedily eyeing the bracelet. This was a Valentine’s Day gift from Lucas, worth over $200,000, with our initials engraved on it. I seized the opportunity to put the bracelet on her wrist, flattering her, “Beautiful, our views depend on you now.” The young woman proudly took out her phone and spoke in a sweet voice, “Honey, I want to eat the lobster mac and cheese from Fifth Avenue. Can you go buy it for me?” I don’t know what the other person said, but the young woman pouted and continued to whine, “No, I want it now. I want you to go buy it now. Why can’t you leave the meeting?” A chuckle came from the other end, and the young woman put it on speakerphone, “You clingy little thing, if you miss me, just say so. I’ll be there in five minutes.” The young woman blew a kiss into the phone, “Love you, honey.” She hung up and said proudly, “See? With just one word from me, my husband will drop everything and come running.” “He even left his meeting. Isn’t that proof enough?” I sneered. So the man who once loved me to death now loves someone else just as much. The wind blew, making me squint. Tears seemed to well up, and I hurriedly wiped them away, but the more I wiped, the more they came. This damned wind, always stirring up emotions. Five minutes later, Lucas came jogging over, carrying a takeout box. The young woman immediately smiled and threw herself into his arms, tilting her head up for a kiss. Lucas’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his head and captured her luscious lips. They began to kiss passionately, oblivious to their surroundings. I watched this fiery scene from a distance. Even though I already knew the truth, I couldn’t help but imagine for a moment. But seeing it in person made me realize how much it hurt, like a knife twisting in my heart. It was as if every nerve was trembling, my chest tight with held breath, tears streaming uncontrollably. The young woman’s arms were around Lucas’s neck. If he had glanced away for even a second, he would have seen the bracelet with our initials clearly engraved. But he was kissing her so earnestly, so passionately, so lost in the moment. I still remember our wedding night when Lucas excitedly held me, gently kissing my forehead, eyes, and nose. With tears in his eyes, he whispered in my ear over and over, “Aria, you’re finally mine, and I will always be yours alone.” “I love you, and I will love only you for the rest of my life.” Back then, I truly thanked the heavens for blessing me with such a wonderful person who loved me so much. But now, he had long forgotten his vows. He had made new promises to someone else. After their prolonged kiss, the young woman tugged on Lucas’s tie and whispered something in his ear. Lucas immediately scooped her up and headed towards the stairs. As they entered, the young woman turned back and waved at me, the bracelet dangling from her arm. Lily silently put away her phone, “Aria, if you’re sad, just cry it out. You’ll feel better if you let it out.” I touched my face and realized it was already wet with tears. No matter how much I had prepared myself not to be sad, the tears still came.

For the fourth episode, “Never to Meet Again,” Lily and I sat on the couch. I took out my medical report. When Lily saw the words “late-stage acute leukemia,” she burst into tears. “Aria, let’s not film anymore. I don’t want the money. Please go get treatment, okay? If your husband won’t go with you, I’ll go with you.” The young girl cried so hard that the camera drifted away. I had to steady the phone and face the camera myself. “Stop crying, your nose is running. If this video goes viral, you’ll definitely become a meme.” Lily finally stopped crying and said chokingly, “Aria, if you have any wishes, tell me. I’ll make sure to fulfill them for you.” I smiled lightly at the camera, “Lucas, by the time you see this video, I’ll be resting eternally in the snow-capped mountains.” I frowned, thinking quietly for a moment, “Which do you think is better, the Swiss Alps or the Rocky Mountains? You said you’d take me to see snow-capped mountains, but I guess that’s not possible in this lifetime.” “Lucas, don’t come looking for me. Let me rest peacefully in the mountains. I don’t want to be in a cemetery. I’m afraid all the neighboring graves will have visitors, but mine won’t. Even as a ghost, I’d be embarrassed.” I muttered softly, “I’m more afraid that you’ll bring your new love to see me, or even your children with her. That would remind me of our child.” I sat up straight and smiled, “Lucas, it’s time to say goodbye.” “No, not goodbye. We’ll never meet again.” I inserted a few video clips captured by a private investigator, In a private room at a bar, Lucas and his best friends were each holding a beautiful woman, playing truth or dare. The bottle landed on Lucas. His friends jeered, “Who’s better in bed, Aria or your new girl?” Lucas smirked, pressing down on the girl beside him and biting her hard, “Of course it’s my new girl. She’s mind-blowing, exciting.” “Aria’s like a dead fish.” The atmosphere grew more intense, “Who was your last time with?” “Of course, with my new girl. In the car, it was hot and intense.” “Hahaha…” I was familiar with that private room, but I had left early. I didn’t expect the lead role to change in just a moment. I played another video from before, “Come on, who told you to call these questionable women? Besides your sister-in-law, who else could I possibly be interested in?” Someone lit a cigarette, and Lucas immediately put it out, “My wife doesn’t like the smell of smoke.” Someone opened a bottle of wine, and Lucas threw it away, “My wife doesn’t like me drinking.” Someone turned up the music, and Lucas immediately lowered the volume, “My wife doesn’t like it too loud.” At that moment, Lucas had already peeled and cut the perfect fruit and was handing it to me, “Honey, eat more fruit. It’s good for your skin.” … At the end of the video, Lily was crying so hard her nose was bubbling, but she still held up my diagnosis notice to summarize the video. After finishing the video, I sent Lily away, telling her to release the video a month later. I also asked her to send a copy directly to Lucas. I spent half a day donating all the things Lucas had bought for me to charity foundations. I had the cleaners take down our wedding photos, and packed all my toothbrushes, towels, clothes, teacups, and other belongings into black garbage bags. In less than three hours, the house was completely cleared out. I picked up my bag, gently closed the door, and headed to the airport. A month later, Lucas was watching the news when suddenly a viral wish-fulfillment livestream popped up. It had over a million followers. Lucas casually clicked on it, and his heart suddenly jolted. He stared wide-eyed at Aria, the subject of the wish video. A month ago, hadn’t she gone to their secret base for research? Today was exactly one month, and he had specially prepared a grand fireworks display to celebrate her successful return. Lucas’s heart began to race. He quickly clicked on the first video.

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I’ve been married to Alexander for ten years, during which he’s slept with 99 different women in our house. And each time, he made me wash the sheets after their lovemaking. I endured silently, watching him change from one lover to another. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, his 100th bedmate tricked me into going to a bar, where I was tortured for a day and a night. My lower body was bleeding non-stop, and I felt worse than death. For the sake of the child in my womb, I knelt on the ground begging him to take me to the hospital. He sneered, “Olivia, stop pretending.” “Even if you died, I wouldn’t spare you a glance.” With that, he continued his passionate encounter with his new flame on the bar sofa, in full view of everyone. By the time I was taken to the hospital, the child in my womb had already stopped breathing. Due to the inhuman torture, I also suffered a uterine prolapse, forever losing the right to have children. When I woke up, I desperately dialed a number: “Emma, send me the company’s financial reports. I’ll be back in three days.”

Hearing this, Emma on the other end of the line immediately became excited. “You’re finally coming back, Boss Olivia!” “We’ve all missed you so much!” “Wait, you’re not bringing Alexander back with you, are you?” Hearing Alexander’s name, I lowered my eyes, my tone a bit sour: “No, just me.” After hanging up, I saw a plump woman standing at the door of the hospital room. She was Alexander’s mother, Margaret. She played a significant role in the deterioration of my relationship with Alexander. “Already rushing to find someone to keep you?” “You slut, you really have no shame!” Margaret waddled to the bedside, her sour and mean face making me feel utterly disgusted. I glanced at her with disgust and said coldly, “What are you doing here?” Margaret snorted and reached out her hand to me, her whole demeanor haughty: “It’s time for this month’s alimony.” I frowned, about to say something when my phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from Sophia. “Which old man is this now?” Margaret muttered sarcastically beside me. I pretended not to hear and pressed the answer button. Instantly, a naked couple appeared in the video. “Oh my! In broad daylight, how scandalous!” Margaret only took one look before she was frightened into covering her eyes and backing away repeatedly. I didn’t say anything, just stared intently at the two people in the video. Sophia’s belly was slightly swollen, and her entire body was covered in love bites. And the man on top of her was none other than Alexander, who had ignored me yesterday. She drew circles on Alexander’s chest with her hand while panting lightly and asked: “Alex, weren’t we too harsh on Olivia?” Alexander sneered, his tone full of contempt: “Too harsh?” “Even if those men tortured her to death, I wouldn’t think it was too much.” “This time, I want to see how she pretends to be innocent!” Sophia giggled at this, sounding like a demon from hell. The video was abruptly cut off. I clenched my fists, my fingers digging deep into my flesh. I looked up at Margaret, my eyes cold: “Did you see clearly? This is your son!” “Go ask Alexander for the alimony. I don’t have any.” I thought Margaret would feel a bit of guilt, but to my surprise, she started boasting proudly: “My son is indeed amazing! So attractive to women.” “Olivia, let me tell you, if a woman can’t keep her man’s heart, it only shows that you’re incapable.” “Alex doesn’t earn money easily. Hurry up and give me the money.” With that, she reached out to grab my phone. “What are you doing?” I was startled and hurriedly hid the phone in my arms, but I underestimated Margaret’s strength. She forcefully pulled my arm and actually yanked me off the bed. “Clatter!” The phone was thrown several meters away, and I was thrown to the ground. Blood began to seep from my newly stitched wound, but I couldn’t care less. I struggled to get up and went to pick up the phone. Margaret got to it first, skillfully unlocking it. “PayPal: You’ve received $10,000.” Only when the cold female voice sounded did she throw the phone back to me, her tone dissatisfied: “Why so little money?” With that, she hurriedly left to get a spa with her girlfriends. I collapsed on the ground, my heart as dead as ashes. That was my last $10,000, money I had saved to buy milk powder for the baby in my belly. In the end, I couldn’t keep the money, nor could I keep the child. I had nothing left.

I forced myself to get up from the ground, the tearing pain in my lower body making it almost impossible to walk normally. I could only stand in place with an awkward posture. While I was still figuring out how to sit on the bed, Alexander’s call came through. “Olivia, what’s wrong with you? Can’t stand seeing me and Sophia happy together, so you called the police on us?” “I’m telling you, as soon as I get back, I’m kicking you out!” In the past, I would have argued with him and then humbly begged for his forgiveness. Even if it wasn’t my doing, even if I wasn’t at fault. I would have taken the blame just to appease him. But now, I calmly said: “It wasn’t me. Believe it or not.” Alexander went quiet for a moment on the other end, perhaps surprised by my attitude. But soon, he viciously said: “Don’t think you can tie me down just because you’re pregnant.” “You probably don’t know yet, but Sophia is pregnant too. Your child will never compare to hers.” “Getting pregnant is no big deal, giving birth is the real achievement.” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by painful memories. The first time I got pregnant, I naively thought he would be happy too. But on the very night we found out about the pregnancy, he dragged me to a bungee jumping platform and pushed me off. I screamed in terror, but he said, “The fetus needs some stimulation to be healthier.” His mother, Margaret, was there backing him up. So, I lost my first child. The second time I got pregnant, he forced himself on me despite my objections. That night, the blood beneath my body stained the entire sheet red. Alexander was utterly disgusted, saying I was unlucky and had dirtied his family’s bed. What little love I had left disappeared that night. After that, I avoided him like the plague. No matter what he said or did, I acted as if I couldn’t see it. But then he turned around and told Margaret that I was cold and didn’t know how to take care of him. Margaret doted on him and took him to spas to have fun. I silently endured the contempt from both mother and son, struggling to maintain the facade of a happy marriage in front of others. And now, my third child was gone too. I might never be able to become a mother in this lifetime. It was time to end this absurd marriage. I hung up the phone without any regret. And following Alexander’s example, I blocked and deleted his contact. I got up and called the doctor. The doctor was shocked to see me on the ground. “Why did you get out of bed on your own?” “The bones in your thighs and arms are broken. Aren’t you afraid of misalignment if you move around?” I didn’t respond to his words, only pleading: “Doctor, can you give me the embryo?” The doctor sighed and said nothing more. Not long after, a glass bottle was brought to the hospital room. Looking at the tiny embryo in the bottle, my heart immediately tightened. It was so small, not even as big as my palm. Baby, I’ve waited for you for so long, but still couldn’t meet you. It’s mom’s fault, mom couldn’t protect you well. I took a deep breath. This kind of pain shouldn’t be borne by me alone. I was going to send Alexander a big gift.

In the afternoon, I had a terrible headache, so I closed my eyes and dozed off on the bed for a while. As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell into a deep nightmare. The dream was full of the abuse those people inflicted on me at the bar last night. I screamed for help desperately, but no one responded. Until I saw Alexander standing at the door, backlit. “Huff…” I struggled to wake up, realizing my back was already soaked. “Still playing the victim?” “You can sleep so soundly now, looks like those guys went too easy on you yesterday.” “Sophia is pregnant too. Why don’t you go be her postpartum nanny at the care center?” Alexander looked at me with an amused expression, his eyes gleaming with something indescribable. I looked at him calmly, indifferently saying: “Whatever you say.” Seeing no reaction from me, he found it a bit boring. He then sat down casually on the edge of the bed and punched my stomach hard. The stomach that had just been cleaned out immediately started to hurt intensely, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pain. The evil in Alexander’s eyes grew stronger, and he cruelly said to my stomach: “Little one, if you ever disobey me like your mother does, I’ll punch you to death just like this.” I knew he wanted to provoke me, to see my expression of pain, but I refused to give him that satisfaction. I gritted my teeth and stared at him intently. The silent confrontation only ended when Alexander’s phone rang. As soon as he answered the call, Sophia’s sobbing voice came through. “Alex, come quick, my stomach hurts so bad!” After hanging up the phone, Alexander’s face immediately darkened, and without a word, he slapped me hard. “I’m telling you, if anything happens to the child in Sophia’s belly, don’t even think about keeping your own child!” “You’ll have to kneel down and apologize to Sophia too!” My right cheek swelled up instantly. The taste of blood in my mouth grew stronger, and I spat it out with a “pah”. It turned out he had knocked out one of my teeth. But Alexander didn’t even look at me again, leaving hurriedly with a worried expression. I watched his departing figure, my heart a wasteland. After a long while, I took out my phone and booked a flight to Jinghai City.

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On my wedding day with Alexander Hawthorne, his step-sister Isabelle threatened to jump off a building. Alexander abandoned me at the altar, still in my wedding dress, to save her. Facing the mocking eyes of the guests, I publicly announced, “Whoever comes up here to marry me today, I’ll be their bride!” Three years later, Alexander returned to the Hawthorne mansion with Isabelle. I was sitting on a leather couch, sipping gourmet soup and binge-watching TV shows. Alexander glared at my swollen belly, gritting his teeth, “Whose bastard are you carrying?” I took another sip of my soup and smiled lightly, “Of course, it’s a Hawthorne child.” Alexander approached me furiously, yanking me off the couch. “You slut! I left with Isabelle on our wedding day and haven’t been back for three years. How could that child possibly be mine?” I found it amusing. I never said it was his, and he wasn’t the only Hawthorne man. “Of course, this child isn’t yours. You’re not worthy of being its father!” Isabelle, shocked, spoke up, “Sophia, even though Alexander left you at the altar, he still let you keep the Hawthorne name and enjoy the family’s wealth. How could you be so shameless as to get pregnant with someone else’s child?” I glanced at her, “Isabelle, you’re the Hawthorne’s step-sister, yet you openly seduced your own brother. When it comes to shamelessness, who could compare to you two?” Isabelle immediately turned to Alexander with a pitiful voice, “Alex, for the past three years, we’ve kept our relationship purely platonic. But she’s pregnant with another man’s child, making you a cuckold.” Hearing the word “cuckold,” Alexander raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. “You whore! You get knocked up by someone else and dare to slander me and Isabelle? Get out of the Hawthorne house!” The pain on my cheek left me dazed for a few seconds. Three years ago, when Alexander ran off with Isabelle, leaving me alone at the altar to face everyone’s mockery, I publicly asked for a husband. It was Alexander’s uncle, William Hawthorne, who stepped up and married me. William was known as the “Ice King” in the city. Since I married him, everyone treated me with utmost respect and courtesy. Since my pregnancy, William had been pampering me, not letting even a hair on my head be harmed. If William found out Alexander had hit me today, there would definitely be bloodshed. To avoid a family tragedy and for the sake of my unborn child, I said coldly, “If you leave now, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.” But they didn’t appreciate my offer. Isabelle grabbed my hair. “Alex, this bitch is just guilty. She wants to drive us out so she can use that bastard child to take over the Hawthorne fortune.” Alexander cursed, “You scheming witch, so that’s your plan. I won’t let you get away with it.” I twisted away from Isabelle’s grip and said coldly, “From the day you ran away, Grandfather Hawthorne removed you from the family. Everything in this house has nothing to do with you anymore.” Isabelle laughed lightly, “That was just Grandfather’s angry words. Alex is the only Hawthorne grandson, how could he really be removed from the family?” Alexander looked smug, “Grandfather always said everything in the Hawthorne family belongs to me.” I placed a hand on my belly and said coldly, “Not anymore. The child I’m carrying is also a Hawthorne descendant.” I thought I had made myself clear enough. But Alexander glared at me angrily, “You bitch, you really are trying to pass off this bastard as a Hawthorne heir. I’ll teach you a lesson today!” He slapped me even harder, causing me to fall to the ground, clutching my stomach. Seeing their menacing expressions, fear rose in my heart. Worried they might harm the baby, I quickly said, “The child I’m carrying isn’t a bastard, it’s…”

Before I could finish, Alexander shoved the bowl of gourmet soup, along with its broken pieces, into my mouth. “Isabelle and I have been struggling for the past three years, while you’ve been living the high life here, all because of that bastard in your belly!” “I’ll make you eat your fill today!” I choked immediately, unable to speak as the sharp ceramic pieces cut into my mouth, drawing blood. As I tried to resist, Isabelle dug her sharp heel into the back of my hand. My entire hand throbbed with pain, but I couldn’t even cry out. After force-feeding me the entire bowl of soup, Alexander spat on me before standing up. Isabelle moved her stiletto-clad foot to my protruding belly. Terrified, I desperately grabbed her ankle, preventing her from stepping down. William was infertile, and this child was the result of three years of visiting specialists both domestically and abroad. Isabelle’s face wore a mocking smile, “Sophia, you look just like a mother dog protecting her pups. How ugly.” Alexander frowned at my belly, “If word gets out that I’ve been cuckolded, how can I show my face in the city again? Isabelle, crush that bastard in her belly!” I shook my head frantically, spitting out the contents of my mouth along with blood, struggling to say, “The child… in my belly… is William’s…” Alexander paused, then burst into laughter. “Sophia, you’re really terrible at lying! Everyone in the city knows my uncle avoids women and is sterile.” “Right now, I’m the only one who can continue the Hawthorne line. Why else do you think Grandfather was so eager for me to marry you and produce an heir?” Isabelle chimed in, “Alex is the only Hawthorne heir. Grandfather stopped his cards to force him to come back and inherit the family business.” “You’re ridiculous, trying to pin this on Uncle William after we exposed your lies.” Alexander and Isabelle had eloped for three years without even a phone call home. Grandfather Hawthorne was truly disappointed in him, which was why he cut off Alexander’s funds and wanted to sever ties with him. But seeing them both in such an irrational state, I didn’t argue to avoid provoking them further. I repeated, “I’m not lying. The child really is William’s.” “If you don’t believe me, I can call William to confirm.” With one hand protecting my belly, I reached for my phone on the table. If I could just contact William, he would rush over to save me and the baby. But just as I grabbed the phone, Alexander snatched it away and smashed it on the ground. Seeing the screen shatter into pieces, my heart sank. Alexander grabbed my chin and said, “My uncle is unpredictable and feared by everyone in the city as the Ice King.” “If he finds out I can’t even handle being cuckolded, he’ll think I’m useless and won’t pass the company to me.” “Sophia, isn’t that why you wanted to call my uncle?” I shook my head quickly, “No, the baby I’m carrying is…” Before I could finish, Isabelle pressed her heel into my stomach, “Alex, why waste words on this slut? Let’s quickly get rid of the bastard in her belly and go report to Grandfather.” A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and I could feel the baby moving frantically inside. I was filled with unprecedented panic. I looked at them pleadingly, “Please, spare my child…” Isabelle took out her phone and pointed it at me, “If you kneel down and bark like a dog twice, then say you’re a promiscuous bitch, I’ll spare the child in your belly.”

At this moment, for the sake of my unborn child, I could no longer care about anything else. I turned and knelt on the ground, barked “Woof, woof” twice, and said with a trembling voice, “I’m a promiscuous bitch.” Isabelle bent down to look at me, a smug smile on her lips. “Sophia, when I knelt before you begging you not to marry Alex, did you ever imagine this day would come?” Back then, Isabelle had come to me, saying she and her step-brother were in love, asking me to break off the engagement. The marriage between the Hawthorne and Winters families was arranged by our parents, with countless business interests behind it. If I had proposed to break it off, the responsibility would have fallen on me, and the Winters family would have suffered. So I refused her request. I never expected her to hold such a grudge until today. Now, I had no energy to argue about past events. I looked at them pleadingly, “Please, call an ambulance quickly.” Alexander stomped on my back, “Sophia, you really are a slut! You’d do anything for this bastard!” I was pinned to the ground, my belly hitting the hard floor. A burning pain spread across my abdomen. “You said you’d spare my child…” Isabelle spoke casually, “I said I’d spare your child, but Alex didn’t say anything!” “You bitch, using that bastard in your belly to scam the Hawthorne family under my name. If you think I’ll let you off, dream on!” Alexander kicked me hard in the abdomen. An intense pain ripped through my lower belly, and bright red blood began to flow down my legs. Feeling the baby’s movements gradually cease, I was filled with despair. My eyes burned with hatred as I looked at them. “Alexander, Isabelle, you’ll regret this!” Isabelle stood beside Alexander, her eyes filled with malice, “Alex, this bitch still hasn’t learned her lesson. Looks like she needs more punishment!” Hearing this, Alexander’s lips curled into a cold smile, “Let’s see who makes who regret!” “Isabelle, go find a rope.” Isabelle immediately understood and found a rope from the living room, walking towards me. I dragged my bleeding lower body backward, my eyes full of terror, “What are you going to do?” But their only response was excitement on their faces. They tied my hands and feet together with the rope, then dragged me from inside the house to the outside, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor. They dragged me to the edge of the swimming pool. Alexander kicked me into the pool. With my limbs bound, I could only sink helplessly to the bottom. The pool water sealed my mouth and nose, and the agony of suffocation overwhelmed me. Just when I thought I was about to die, Alexander pulled me up by the rope. “Sophia, have you learned your lesson? Will you ever dare to cuckold me again?” I gasped for air, but I could feel the pain in my abdomen sinking lower and lower. I had attended prenatal classes with William before, and I knew this meant I was going into premature labor due to the trauma. Although I knew the chances of the baby surviving were slim, I didn’t want to give up this last hope. I pleaded with Alexander again, “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never do it again. Please spare me and the baby.” “I’m going into labor. Please call an ambulance, I beg you…” Alexander spat at me, “Bitch, you’re still thinking about that bastard. I see you have no remorse at all!” “There’s no way I’m letting that bastard leave the Hawthorne house alive today!” He raised his foot to kick me back into the pool. I closed my eyes in despair, my heart filled with fear of drowning. Just then, the gates of the Hawthorne mansion burst open. William rushed in, his eyes filled with urgency, and shouted, “Stop!”

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As the destined lucky star of the Sinclair family, I skipped evening self-study to prepare for the annual family ritual. Little did I know that just as I caught my breath, the door of the Koi Hall would be kicked open by my classmate. “You bitch! Not only did you seduce my boyfriend, but you dare to come to his family’s ancestral hall for an affair? You must be tired of living!” Vanessa Jennings shouted at me. Confused by her sudden accusation, I retorted casually. Unexpectedly, this group of people became convinced that I had seduced young master Theo Sinclair and proceeded to smash my face with a feng shui ornament, leaving me bloodied. Touching my throbbing forehead, I was speechless. With me, their lucky star, injured, the Sinclair family would no longer be able to maintain their status as the wealthiest family. Vanessa’s lackeys, though loud in their threats, fell silent at the sight of blood. As I touched my bloody forehead, my first thought was that the Sinclair family was about to face misfortune again. My name is Autumn Kensington, and I’ve been an orphan since childhood. The old patriarch of the Sinclair family, known for his ability to read stars and fortunes, adopted me immediately and held an internal meeting to honor me as a distinguished guest. “The rise and fall of our Sinclair family lineage will henceforth be tied to Autumn alone,” he declared. “Immediately establish the Koi Hall and make sure to take good care of Miss Autumn. Write it as the first rule in our family code!” And so, I grew up in luxury in the Koi Hall built for me by the Sinclair family. Soon after, the old patriarch passed away. The current family head, Richard Sinclair, heard rumors that I had caused the death of my parents. He treated me disrespectfully and kicked me out of the family. That very night, the Sinclair family’s stock prices plummeted, and even the young master Theo Sinclair, whom they had just mentioned, suddenly suffered a heart attack and barely survived. It could be said that from the moment I was adopted by the Sinclair family, my fate became inextricably linked with their prosperity and decline. When I’m happy, the Sinclair family naturally prospers. When I’m injured, the Sinclair family inevitably faces setbacks. The servants of Koi Hall, who had always treated me with utmost respect since childhood, were stunned at the sight of my bloodied state. After a moment of shock, they screamed. “Who are you people? Who gave you the audacity to harm Miss Autumn!” “Kneel and apologize to Miss Autumn immediately, or don’t blame us for being impolite!” Vanessa still held the bronze fish she had used to hit me. This bronze fish was a feng shui artifact specially crafted for me by the old patriarch at great expense. Apart from me, no one else was allowed to touch it. Now that it was stained with blood, the Sinclair family would suffer financial losses tonight. This spoiled young lady, ignorant of everything, was controlled by anger and swung the bronze fish around wildly. “Bah! I should be asking you where you get the nerve to talk to me like that!” she spat. “I’m Theo Sinclair’s girlfriend, and I’m about to exchange birth charts for engagement right here in Koi Hall. I’m your future mistress!” Vanessa’s lackeys, now emboldened, reached out to poke my forehead. “Autumn, it’s bad enough that you flirt around with teachers, but now you dare to seduce young master Sinclair?” “Everyone in school knows that young master Sinclair is going to marry our Vanessa. How dare you get into his car? If we don’t teach you a lesson today, who knows what you’ll do next – maybe even climb into his bed!” I covered my wound, my face full of helplessness. “Stop slandering me. I got into Theo’s car because he begged me to!” That Theo has always been unruly, and as the only heir of his branch, Richard Sinclair often beat and scolded him out of frustration. So he came to me, wanting me to put in a good word for his new girlfriend to the old master. He was so subservient, serving tea, pouring water, and opening car doors more attentively than any servant. So that new girlfriend turned out to be Vanessa. I’ve been busy preparing for the annual Sinclair family ritual these past few days and didn’t have time to wait for Richard to return home. I came to Koi Hall instead, only to be beaten up by them. Without the approval of me, the family’s lucky charm, Vanessa’s dream of marrying into the Sinclair family was nothing but a fantasy! I sat back down in the center of Koi Hall with a cold smile, and the servants immediately came forward to treat my wounds. They carefully collected the bloodstained gauze and cotton swabs, and even reverently placed my torn hair on the altar. Seeing this, Vanessa’s lackeys gasped. But Vanessa’s eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed my hair and violently pulled me from the mahogany armchair. “You orphan, who do you think you are? How dare you put on an act in the Sinclair family ancestral hall right in front of me? As the future mistress, I must teach you a lesson!”

Despite my usually good temperament, I was truly angered at this point. “Vanessa Jennings, I chose to ignore your previous actions, but here in Koi Hall, I am the only master. This is not a place for you to run wild!” Vanessa showed no fear. Instead, she slapped me. “Stop talking nonsense. You’re nothing but an academic seductress with a ruined reputation. The Sinclair family would never want you.” “You dare call yourself the mistress? Learn how to be a decent person first!” Unable to tolerate it any longer, I raised my hand to strike back, my nails scratching Vanessa’s chin. Vanessa trembled in disbelief as she touched her chin, her scream nearly lifting the roof. “Hold this bitch down! I’m going to kill her!” Seeing Vanessa like this, her lackeys immediately pounced on me and held me down. Vanessa, in a frenzy, raised her foot and kicked me hard in the stomach. Having been pampered all my life, I had never experienced such torture. I doubled over in pain, nearly vomiting blood. The servants of Koi Hall were terrified. They tried to intervene but were immediately pushed away. Gasping in pain, I ordered them to quickly call back the butler who had gone shopping. “Vanessa Jennings, let me tell you, I’m not just any mistress. I’m the lucky star worshipped by the Sinclair family.” “My fate is tied to the Sinclair family’s. If you dare to hurt me, you’ll never be able to step foot in the Sinclair house in this lifetime!” Vanessa’s eyes widened, and without hesitation, she smashed the bronze fish against my mouth. “I’ll teach you to talk nonsense! Try that again!” “You think I haven’t investigated? You’re nothing but a jinx who caused your own parents’ death. Stop pretending!” Her strike caused me to bite my tongue, and my mouth instantly filled with blood. Tears of pain fell uncontrollably. Seeing this, Vanessa didn’t stop. Instead, she gripped my chin tightly. “You used that pitiful face to trick Professor Zhang and steal my direct Ph.D. admission spot.” “Now you dare to put on this disgusting act in the Sinclair house. Today, I’ll settle both old and new scores with you!” This damned Vanessa, unable to compete with my academic performance, spread rumors at school about me having an affair with a professor. In a fit of anger, I reported her to the police. That same day, Vanessa knelt before me, begging me not to make a big deal out of it. I never cared much for empty fame and only wanted to vent my anger. Seeing her sincere apology, I let it go. Who knew she would hold such a grudge? As soon as she hooked up with Theo Sinclair, she came to pick a fight with me! I was so angry I wanted to curse, but my tongue wouldn’t cooperate. So I simply spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Vanessa. Caught off guard, Vanessa’s exquisite makeup was stained with blood. She retaliated with two hard slaps. “Still so tough when you’re about to die? Do you think Theo Sinclair will come to save you?” “Listen here, you cheap slut. Theo is waiting for me at the hotel right now. After I’m done with you, we’re going to have our private time together.” My heart sank. I had thought that since Theo needed a favor from me, he would surely come to Koi Hall when he couldn’t find me at the Sinclair house. Who knew this boy would be so blinded by lust and run off to a hotel. Now I could only hope that the Sinclair family’s second young master, who had been secretly trying to win me over, would return early from abroad for the ritual ceremony. With me severely injured, Richard Sinclair’s branch was doomed to decline. But my fate was intertwined with the Sinclair family. If one branch failed, it would go to another. As long as I was around, the other branch was bound to prosper. Seeing my panic and hesitation, Vanessa’s expression grew even more ferocious. “Oh, I see! You really are waiting for my boyfriend to come save you!” “You cheap slut! You really did seduce Theo Sinclair!” With that, she swung the bronze fish wildly, striking my head repeatedly. I cried out in pain as my scalp and flesh were smashed by the bronze fish. If the Sinclair family saw this scene, Vanessa would be dead for sure. But if she continued her rampage, I feared I might die before her! In pain and fury, I desperately tried to think of a way to escape. Just then, the door of Koi Hall was kicked open, and the butler who had gone shopping in the city rushed back with the servants. Seeing the chaos in Koi Hall, the butler nearly fell to his knees. “Stop this at once! How dare you hit Miss Autumn? Do you think your lives are too long?”

Intimidated by the butler’s imposing manner, Vanessa’s hand trembled, and the bronze fish fell to the ground. The butler’s eyes narrowed, and forgetting all etiquette, he lunged forward to catch it with his body, finally breathing a sigh of relief. “You bunch of fools! How dare you lay hands on Miss Autumn? I’m telling the old master right now. You’re all in for it!” The hands restraining me instantly loosened, and I collapsed to the ground, completely drained of strength. The butler, frightened, dropped his phone and rushed to support me. “Miss Autumn, you absolutely cannot come to harm! My life, Gregory Thompson’s life, is tied to yours!” Upon hearing his words, Vanessa’s eyes lit up. “Gregory Thompson? Are you Uncle Greg?” The butler’s body tensed, and he opened his mouth to curse, but his tone changed when he got a clear look at Vanessa. “Miss Vanessa, it’s you? What’s going on here?” Vanessa rolled her eyes, completely unconcerned. “This whore had the audacity to seduce my husband and even claimed to be some kind of lucky star.” “Uncle Greg, since you’re the Sinclair family’s butler, tell us, is she really a lucky star or not?” Gregory’s hand supporting me loosened slightly, his gaze shifting uncertainly between Vanessa and me. I tugged at Gregory’s clothes, pointing at his phone, urging him to quickly notify Richard Sinclair. However, in the next moment, Gregory completely let go of his support. “Autumn is… just the child of a Sinclair family maid.” My heart trembled. What he said wasn’t wrong. My mother was indeed a maid for the Sinclair family. But I truly am a once-in-a-century lucky star, with my fate intertwined with the Sinclair family! Vanessa took his words as if they were an imperial edict. Her lackeys, who had been frightened by Gregory earlier, once again puffed out their chests. “So that’s how you wormed your way in here. You’re just the daughter of an old maid.” “Who knows what kind of love potion this little slut gave to old Mr. Sinclair to gain the privilege of entering and leaving Koi Hall.” “Instead of honestly cleaning, you’re putting on airs in front of me. Autumn, you’re finished!” They pounced on me like madwomen, venting all their earlier fear on my body. Not satisfied with beating me bloody, they picked up shards of broken porcelain from the ground and aimed them at my eyes. “Always using those bewitching eyes to seduce people. I’ll do everyone a favor and gouge out your eyeballs.” Terrified, I desperately turned my head to avoid this fatal strike. The shard sliced down my cheek, cutting all the way to my chin. The tender, red flesh was exposed, and the pain nearly made me black out. Seeing that I had dodged, Vanessa became even angrier. She slapped my wound and kicked me several times. After this, her gaze fell on the incense burning on the altar. She suddenly stood up and grabbed a handful. “Girls, this slut is always seducing men. She must be riddled with diseases by now.” “Since we’ve vented our anger, we should also help her. Take off her pants. I’m going to treat her illness!” I bit my lower lip hard to stay conscious, trying to crawl forward, but these lunatics still caught me by the ankles. Amidst the laughter, someone took out their phone to record, while others stepped on my head and tore my clothes. Vanessa moved quickly, bringing a whole bundle of burning incense towards my lower body without hesitation. My entire body arched in pain, and my screams seemed endless. Seeing my suffering, Vanessa became even more excited. She ordered someone to spread my legs, intending to insert the incense into my private parts. “Autumn, you slut, this is how we treat your slutty disease. Let’s see if you dare to seduce men again!” My face was covered in blood and tears, and my body could no longer bear the torture. I was in agony from the pain. But these people kept cheering and applauding. “She’s smoking all over. Let’s see if she dares to do it again.” “It’s so disgusting. It’s all burned. If I were Autumn, I’d be begging for forgiveness now.” “She can only blame herself for offending Vanessa. With young master Sinclair protecting Vanessa, no one would dare interfere even if she killed her.” Hearing the flattery, Vanessa became even more arrogant. She kicked my barely human form with her foot. “Autumn, did you hear that? This is what happens when you cross me!” After saying this, she picked up a shard of porcelain from the ground. “To make sure you remember this lesson, I’ll carve the word ‘whore’ on your face. From now on, when you end up on the streets, you won’t have to worry about not having any business.” As Vanessa sneered and bent down, I seized the opportunity to lift my head and bite her ear hard. Vanessa cried out in pain and started punching me wildly. Just as the shard in her hand was about to touch my neck, Theo Sinclair’s shocked exclamation came from the doorway. “Vanessa, this is Miss Autumn’s territory. Who let you in here？”

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Just because our marriage registration delayed Hayden from picking up his childhood sweetheart at the airport, he put me up for auction online for $9.99 on our wedding night. [Auction: Newly Married Woman, $9.99 with Free Delivery!] When I went to confront Hayden, I overheard him haggling with his friends. “Seriously, Hayden? Your wife is a famous model! Only $9.99?” “Too expensive? I’ll give you a 50% discount. She’s not pure anymore, who would want her if I don’t make her cheap enough?” “You’re selling your wife just because Chloe had to wait an extra minute at the airport? If you don’t love your wife, why did you marry her in the first place?” “If Chloe hadn’t gone abroad back then, would Amelia have had a chance? Who knew she’d actually think she was the real deal and dare to bully Chloe? I had to teach her a little lesson.” The group burst into laughter. Hayden spoke carelessly, “A washed-up model who’s turned into a frumpy housewife, does she really think anyone would want her?” But when someone later bid $500,000 to buy me out, Hayden went crazy begging me not to leave.

“Tsk tsk, I’m actually tempted. How does that saying go? Nothing beats dumplings for food, and nothing beats…” “Getting Hayden’s wife for $9.99, what a bargain!” “Shut up!” Hayden kicked the speaker. “Who says the woman you marry is the one you love most? Watch your mouth.” He gazed deeply at Chloe Parker. They exchanged a knowing smile. “How can the woman you love compare to the one you settle for? An unloved wife can be shared freely, but the apple of my eye is off-limits!” Witnessing this scene, I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms, my heart twisting in pain. I could be hung up online for cheap auction, to be toyed with and insulted. But his beloved couldn’t even be mentioned by others. I used to think Hayden loved me. Why else would he fight his family and defy everyone to marry me? Only now did I understand the difference between love and indifference. “Hey, why don’t we call Amelia over? It’ll be fun if we’re all together!” “I’ve got something good here. One sip and she won’t even recognize her own mother. Let’s do a live stream, and use the tips to buy Chloe a bag. What do you say?” The group eagerly discussed how to torment me to appease Hayden’s childhood sweetheart. Hayden remained silent throughout. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. I instinctively looked at him, wanting to know how he would react. Hayden’s childhood sweetheart Chloe interrupted everyone, saying reluctantly: “Come on, guys, stop it. Even though I caught a cold from waiting, she’s still Hayden’s wife. She’s not wrong for wanting to assert her position.” “It’s okay if I suffer a little, but if you do this, Hayden will be angry.” Chloe wiped away a tear as she spoke. Hayden’s remaining hesitation vanished instantly. He hugged Chloe comfortingly. “We could have registered any day! She clearly made you catch a cold on purpose!” “Keep talking. Whoever can get revenge for Chloe gets the downtown project!” Hayden’s words were like a drop of water in a hot pan. “I’ve got the livestream camera ready. Let’s give her a wedding night she’ll never forget!” “Yeah, it’s not like anyone’s going to buy her anyway. Might as well let the boys have some fun and get back at Chloe!” “Hayden’s not saying anything. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?” Hayden’s face twisted as he immediately pulled out his phone to call me. “Me, have second thoughts?” “I’m just thinking about how to play this to be more satisfying.” “Amelia is just my doormat. She’ll come if I call, won’t she?” I covered my mouth, suppressing the bitterness in my heart as tears silently rolled down my cheeks. After getting together with Hayden, he had been attentive to my every need, learning to cook for me and hand-washing my intimate apparel. He said his greatest pleasure was slowly fattening me up. I gave up my career for him, cut ties with my family, and abandoned all the things I liked. I completely packaged myself into the person he liked, spent four years wholeheartedly taking care of him, and entered into marriage with him. I thought I had finally found true love. But it turned out all of this was just because he was in a spat with Chloe. I was just a pawn in their love story. I bit my lip hard to control my sobs, wiped away my tears forcefully, and turned to leave. Just then, my phone rang in my pocket. Hayden ordered me to get to the club within ten minutes. But our marital home was a two-hour drive from the club. The pain in my heart had reached its limit, and I felt numb. I just calmly asked back: “Do you know how far home is from where you’re talking about? Hayden, I just got my driver’s license yesterday.” “So what if you just got your license? Stop being so delicate. Today is Chloe’s welcome party, don’t ruin the mood!” I smiled bitterly. But Hayden, today is also our wedding night! Seeing that I didn’t respond, Hayden softened his tone. “I’ve already said it in front of everyone. Are you going to make me lose face in front of my friends? Don’t be difficult. You know I like you best when you’re understanding, hmm?” I clenched my fists tightly. “Fine, I’ll be right there.” Things needed to come to an end. I might as well give my past self some closure. Before the call fully disconnected, I clearly heard a burst of raucous laughter from the other end. “Hayden, you’re the man! Even a dog isn’t this obedient!” “Tonight we’ll make sure Amelia becomes an overnight sensation and returns to her peak!” Chloe helplessly tried to stop them, “It’s Hayden’s wedding night after all, don’t go too far.” Hayden’s doting voice followed, “As long as it makes you happy, anything goes.” The cruel words completely severed my last shred of attachment. I tilted my head back, forcing back my tears. Hayden, let me put an end to this myself.

“Well, look who’s here!” “Sister-in-law, let’s have a toast! Let me share in your newlywed bliss!” As soon as I stepped through the door, I was surrounded by a group of people. Their slimy, disgusting gazes swept over me relentlessly. I was forcibly made to drink toasts with several men. A sense of humiliation washed over me. Yet my newlywed husband just stood by and watched coldly. My heart sank to the bottom. “Hayden, why did you put that kind of link online?” Hayden sneered: “It was just a joke. You didn’t actually think someone would place an order, did you?” “You’re just a sloppy frump now. Who else but me would want you?” My eyes stung. It was Hayden who said his family didn’t like my profession and told me not to be in the public eye, to return to being a housewife. So I painfully gave up my flourishing career. I used to believe in him so much, but now all I’m left with is this mess. Hayden smirked: “To be honest, Amelia, I preferred how you looked before.” “That’s easy to fix! Sister-in-law, want to make a comeback? We’ll help you!” “Come on, sis, look at the camera!” “Hey sis, drink up! You need to loosen up after a few drinks!” I was surrounded by a group of men, forced to down glass after glass of strong liquor. I struggled to escape but was grabbed by the hair and pulled back. The camera once again focused on my dazed face. “Come on! Post the link! Brothers in the livestream, $9.99 with free delivery, place your orders quick!” “See? Even at a bargain price, no one wants you!” Someone recognized me as the once-famous model Amelia Frost and frantically spammed questions asking why I had fallen so low as to become a risqué livestreamer. I was cursed to the top of the trending topics, and an online mob attack centered on me exploded. I crawled to Hayden’s legs, grabbed his ankle and glared at him fiercely, but couldn’t speak. He lifted my chin with his foot and sneered at me. “Want me to save you?” “Fine, kowtow to Chloe 100 times and apologize. If Chloe forgives you, I’ll make them stop.” Chloe looked embarrassed and lightly patted Hayden. “Hayden has always been like this since we were kids, making a big fuss over anything involving me.” “They’re just a bunch of big boys, they don’t mean any harm.” “Amelia, please get up.” Chloe pulled me to my feet. Suddenly, she screamed and fell towards the coffee table, spilling drinks on her dress. Hayden hurriedly protected Chloe, holding her with concern. I was pushed back towards the fruit knife on the table, a long gash opening on my chin, instantly staining my white dress red. Chloe: “Hayden, don’t be angry. I’m sure Amelia didn’t mean it.” “Amelia Frost! You’re asking for death!” Hayden viciously kicked me. I spat blood and fell to the ground convulsing. “Amelia, stop pretending! Who are you putting on this show for? Get up and apologize now!” I had been kicked in the heart. “Hayden, I think she’s really not okay.” Hayden impatiently nudged me with his toe, clicking his tongue. “One kick and she’s being dramatic.” “Bring a bucket of ice water!” A bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over my head. I jolted awake, my thin white dress soaked through, revealing what was underneath. The men’s eyes roved over me lecherously. But Hayden said: “If you want to die, go die outside. Don’t scare Chloe.” “I just asked you to apologize, and you’re making such a fuss.” “I never realized you were so manipulative before.” There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. At this moment, I truly gave up hope. “Hayden, let’s get a divorce.” “Divorce? Who would want damaged goods like you after a divorce?” “Amelia Frost, you still think you’re a top model?” “Holy shit! Hayden, someone placed a $5 million order to buy out the link!”

“The system must be glitched!” “Maybe it’s one of those rich old perverts who buy beautiful women to play sick games with. I heard a washed-up celebrity died recently and no one even claimed the body.” “It must be. Who else would be so blind as to buy a frumpy housewife?” Hayden’s previously annoyed expression instantly relaxed. He even smiled mockingly. I felt utterly absurd. “Hayden, you’re okay with me being bought by some perverted old man to be his plaything?” “Don’t act all high and mighty when you’ve lucked out. Be grateful someone wants you.” “Chloe’s had her eye on a bag recently. Consider this your apology gift to her as her sister-in-law.” With that, he transferred all the money to Chloe. Chloe was overjoyed. She hugged Hayden’s neck and kissed him hard. “Thank you, Hayden! You’ve spent millions on me these past few years. Won’t Amelia be angry?” “Who is she to control my money? You just spend as you like.” Chloe glanced at me triumphantly, like a victorious rooster. She leaned close to my ear and whispered: “For the past three years, Hayden has spent six months each year flying abroad to be with me. He bought me a house and said he’d take care of me forever.” “He also said you were just a target he used to anger me and divert his parents’ attention. He never loved you.” “See? As soon as I came back, I only needed to use a little trick to draw all his attention.” “Living as a woman like you, you might as well be dead.” My heart turned ice cold, and I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. So all those years when Hayden said he was going on business trips, he was actually accompanying Chloe. Once, his mother came to our home and nitpicked everything about me. I didn’t know I was pregnant at the time and was forced to kneel on the ground as a human footstool for his mother for four straight hours. Just because his mother said the sofa wasn’t real leather and she wasn’t used to sitting on it. That night I was bleeding heavily and crawled to the study door asking Hayden to take me to the hospital. Hayden said he had to go on a business trip and had no time to take me, telling me to bear with it. That’s how I miscarried. Later, Hayden even blamed me for not protecting the baby, saying I wasn’t fit to be a mother. Every time we had sex, he made me take birth control pills. As a result, my uterus became inflamed, and I can never have children again. I looked at Chloe in front of me. Covered in luxury brands, all the latest season’s items. The diamond ring on her finger was a million-dollar pink diamond from South Africa. While I was still wearing clothes I bought with my own money four years ago when dating Hayden. Even my wedding ring was just a blade of grass he casually plucked and twisted. He said he didn’t like materialistic girls, so I never asked him to spend money on me. I liked his down-to-earth little romantic gestures, which made me feel he was being thoughtful. Now I know, where the money goes, that’s where the love is. As the drug effects wore off, I struggled to my feet and painfully made my way towards the door. Someone viciously kicked me, and my head slammed directly into the corner of the coffee table, blood spraying everywhere. Everyone burst into laughter. “Don’t run away, we’re not done playing yet!” “Is sister-in-law in a hurry to go serve the old man?” I said nothing, crawling towards the exit with reddened eyes. Just as my hand was about to reach the doorframe. A pair of leather shoes stomped hard on the back of my hand. Hayden looked at me coldly. “You’re so eager to be some old man’s plaything, huh?” “If that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.” “Call that old geezer and tell him to come pick up his goods. If I’m in a good mood, I might even throw in the wedding night for free.” “Hayden, you’re the man!” An all-night party centered on abusing me raged on. I was treated like a plaything without dignity, toyed with at will. Hayden patted my face. “Why the long face? Who are you trying to impress?” “I’m helping you get used to it early. How else will you serve the old man when he comes?” They roared with laughter, bringing over a bucket of ice and forcing someone to pour it into my body. I screamed in terror, but to no avail. Just then, the door of the private room was kicked open violently. A fruit knife stabbed firmly next to the hand of the man who was about to strip off my clothes. “Did I say you could touch her?” Hayden’s face darkened. “Lucas Stone, what are you doing here?”

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When my fiancé and his first love were getting their marriage certificate, I was five months pregnant and trying on wedding dresses. His first love had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and her greatest wish was to wear a wedding dress for him. So this time, the bride wasn’t me. I called his parents and brothers, but they all hemmed and hawed. Oh, everyone knew except me. I was just a joke. Later, he called me sobbing, begging to see me, pleading for me to come back to him. I warned him not to harass a married woman, or my boyfriend might come and beat him up like the scumbag he was. When I discovered Alexander’s marriage certificate with his first love, Isabella, I called him and asked, “Where are you?” He answered naturally, “Working overtime, where else could I be? Money’s hard to come by these days, and that client, ugh, so many demands…” The next second, I pushed open the hospital room door. There was Alexander, phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, peeling an orange with one hand and feeding it to his first love, Isabella, with the other. How considerate. When Alexander turned and saw me, both he and his first love were stunned. Isabella, lying in the hospital bed, looked quite pitiful. Both her hands were hooked up to IVs, her face was pale, her lips were blue, and she wore a blue hospital cap on her head. I guessed she was undergoing chemotherapy and had lost her hair. My petite 5’3″ frame suddenly seemed intimidating to Alexander. He shrank back a bit, barely shielding his first love: “Amelia, this is my responsibility. It has nothing to do with her. We can talk about this when we get home. She’s sick. Please be understanding.” Isabella coughed weakly, pushing away his arm with effort: “Sister, it’s all my fault. Please don’t be angry with him. It’s all because of me…” As if I were the villain here. The one wielding a stick to break up the lovebirds. I didn’t say anything. I went downstairs to the convenience store, bought a box of milk, brought it up, set it down, and left. Alexander grabbed my arm, his eyes red as he said, “Amelia, I know you’re upset, but Isabella is dying. As they say, we should show the utmost respect for the dying…” I didn’t look at him. I said, “Congratulations on your marriage.” Alexander stood there, his eyes as wide as a goldfish’s: “After all we’ve been through, you have to hurt me with those words?”

Our relationship. Alexander and I had been together for eight years. Calm and uneventful. Like plain water. In Alexander’s private conversations with his buddies, he’d say I was virtuous, suitable for being a wife. Well, how should I put this? I wasn’t really as virtuous as the rumors said. In private, I smoked and drank. I deliberately acted that way in front of Alexander. There’s a saying, isn’t there? When he’s young and inexperienced, you seduce him; when he’s seen it all, you become his home. Alexander’s family was wealthy. After his first love Isabella left him years ago, he went off the rails for quite some time. Later, he was “captured” by me, the “suitable wife” material. The player settled down, the wanderer returned home. His career also flourished. People said I was virtuous, that I brought him good fortune. The reason I adjusted myself to be a pure, innocent flower to please Alexander was, of course, love. But Alexander, it seemed, didn’t love me.

When I went to the hospital to terminate my pregnancy, it became a trending topic online. The headline read: Shocking! Arrogant mistress flaunts pregnancy to taunt cancer-stricken wife! The accompanying photo was from the day I went to the hospital to see Alexander and Isabella. I couldn’t deny this accusation. They had a marriage certificate; they were legally husband and wife. What was I? What was my child? Nothing but a mistress and an illegitimate child. I’m a kind person. I thought if the child would be criticized by the world from the moment it was born, carrying the stigma of being illegitimate, then I chose not to bring it into this world. Under that trending topic, there were 80,000 comments insulting me. Perhaps because online bullying carries no consequences, netizens used the vilest language, dragging my entire family through the mud. My mood was affected, and I hemorrhaged heavily during the procedure. To make matters worse, I have Rh-negative blood. There was a delay in finding matching blood, and I almost didn’t make it. In that life-or-death moment, I felt a bit vulnerable. Instinctively, I wanted to grab my phone and call Alexander. After two rings, I hung up. In what capacity could I call him? What right did I have?

When I was discharged, the hospital entrance was packed with people. They were all women who despised mistresses, cursing and swearing. Someone even threw a tomato at me. It splattered. Leaving a red stain on my forehead, like blood. The nurse held them back, saying, “Have some humanity! She just had a miscarriage. She’s a patient who needs to recover. She can’t handle this kind of stress.” The women erupted, their mouths like a fermenting cesspool in July, buzzing annoyingly. So I retreated back into the hospital. As a result, those shrews spread rumors like wildfire. One lie led to another, and soon they were saying I had my uterus removed and would never be able to have children again. Online, people were cheering, saying this is what happens to mistresses, they should all be sterilized. This is the fate of a mistress. … Yes. That’s how I became a despicable mistress. Eight years.

Alexander and Isabella were preparing for their wedding. They were busy beyond belief. Thank goodness Alexander found time in his busy schedule to give me a call. He said Isabella only had three months left to live, and that people nearing death are pitiful. He wanted to accompany her through this final journey. He even comforted me, saying that after this final journey, he would marry me. He promised me an especially grand wedding, booking the best hotel in the city, hiring the best wedding planner, buying the most expensive wedding dress, and creating the most ceremonial atmosphere, complete with the traditional veil-lifting ceremony. He said he would make it up to me, really make it up to me. I said okay. There was a choke on the other end of the line, and Alexander’s voice was low: “Amelia, you’ve always been so understanding.” I licked my lips and said, “Let’s break up.” After saying it, I felt childish. Actually, we had already broken up when he and Isabella got their marriage certificate. Alexander laughed: “Why are you saying such hurtful things? Don’t joke around.” I said, “I can’t possibly be a mistress, can I?” Alexander’s voice froze again, filled with what seemed like deep sympathy: “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re still carrying our child, aren’t you? Be good, okay? Wait for me.” Oh. Still carrying the child. So that’s his leverage. Wanting me to really be that “virtuous” woman, waiting for him. Dream on.

Without a doubt, I loved Alexander. But that doesn’t mean he can bully me as he pleases. Actually, I had loved Alexander since I was very young. Back then, he was the young master of a construction group, and my father was an employee under his father. A scaffolding worker. One day, he accidentally fell and broke his leg. The project manager didn’t want to compensate. My mother had been chronically ill, and our family was so poor we could barely afford to eat. I was desperate, so I went to kneel at the entrance of the construction site. Alexander was sitting in a car driven by his chauffeur, wearing sunglasses. He saw me kneeling nearby, about to faint from the heat. So he got out and gave me a bottle of water. I was so dizzy from the heat that when I opened my eyes and looked at him, I thought he was surrounded by a halo of light, like a deity descending from the clouds. That deity spoke softly, asking me what was wrong, what grievances I had. I burst into tears right then and there, sobbing as I told him everything. He frowned slightly, turned to say a few words to his driver, and told me to go home and wait. He even took a Häagen-Dazs ice cream from the car’s mini-fridge and gave it to me. That was the first time I had ever tasted Häagen-Dazs. I remember that flavor for the rest of my life. I went home in a daze, and the next day, my father’s work injury compensation came through. It was several tens of thousands of dollars, enough to support us for two and a half years. For him, it was nothing, just a word. But for us, it was our family’s lifeline. I was very grateful. Really. At that moment, a thought sprouted in my mind – I wanted to become someone like him. Someone who could help others, bring light and warmth to people’s lives. So I kept working hard. Studying, getting into a good university, starting a business. Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was because I entered e-commerce and caught the internet boom, riding the wave of opportunity. Anyway, I managed to make some money and became something of a “young talent.” Fate wasn’t too unkind to me after all. Unfortunately, I still missed my chance with Alexander.

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James Sullivan’s long-lost love had returned after six years, bringing their five-year-old son with her. He said he wanted to give the child a complete family and begged me to let them be together. “Let’s get a divorce. She’s pregnant,” he finally said after a long hesitation. My fingers whitened as I gripped my cup, and I quickly asked, “Did you cheat on me?” James looked stunned for a moment before replying, “No… no, I only met her a few days ago. We were once deeply in love, but our families didn’t approve. When she left me six years ago, I had no idea she was pregnant.” The cup slipped from my hand, crashing to the floor. Water seeped into the carpet, darkening a small area. In my daze, I heard James say, “The child… he’s five years old now.” It took me a while to find my voice again. I started planning the divorce: “This situation is your doing. As for your mother—” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “You’ll need to explain things to your mother. My parents might give you a hard time too, but I can’t stop them. Be prepared for that.” “We don’t have much in terms of shared assets. We own two properties together. This one will be mine, and the one in City A, closer to your office, will be yours. I’ll pack up your belongings from this house and give them to your assistant tonight.” James had been listening silently. He interrupted me: “I’ve wronged you. The house in City A should be yours too. And our stocks and mutual funds – you should have all of that.” I nodded silently. We didn’t have much in shared assets, but neither of us cared much about material things. James was just trying to ease his guilt. “Handle the divorce yourself and explain it to the family elders,” I said, rubbing my temples tiredly. “Once you’ve convinced them, send me the divorce papers to sign. I’ll sign them and send them back.” “After we get the divorce certificate, have your assistant leave it in the living room of the house in City A. I’ll pick it up when I have time.” The mental strain had exhausted me. I could no longer keep up the facade. “Mr. Sullivan, it’s getting late. If you have things to do, you should go. Oh, and don’t forget to leave your house keys.” After he left, I could no longer hold back my tears.

The divorce took a toll on James. Our mutual friends in the social circle gossiped to me that James’s mother was furious. For a while, he was walking around with visible handprints on his face. The elderly Mrs. Sullivan actually called me once, her voice filled with disappointment: “If he wants a divorce, let him have it. Can’t you do something about it? The child? The child is a Sullivan. Does Rachel Thompson deserve to be part of our family? I’ll accept the child, but her?” Her voice softened at the end: “Amelia, dear, I know you’ve been wronged. I’ll make it right for you. You—” I cut her off, saying, “Mrs. Sullivan.” There was a noticeable pause on the other end. I continued, “Mrs. Sullivan, I’ve already agreed to the divorce.” The formal address hurt the old lady’s feelings. She had always been fond of me, treating me like her own daughter. After a long silence, she sighed deeply and hung up. Despite the uproar, it only took about a month for the Sullivan family to soften their stance. No matter how angry Mrs. Sullivan was, she couldn’t resist when such a small child stood before her, timidly calling her “Grandma.” James personally delivered the divorce papers to my parents’ house. He knelt before my parents for an entire day before my mother finally called me to come back. James had always been the golden boy. When I returned, I saw him standing under the ginkgo tree in my family’s yard. The recent turmoil had clearly taken its toll on him, but soon, he would see the light at the end of the tunnel. I called out to him, and he turned. I managed a small smile and said, “I thought you were going to mail these to me?” James remained silent for a moment before replying, “I needed to apologize to your parents in person.” He looked at me, his dark eyes deep with emotion, and added, “And to you as well.” I quickly turned my head away, blinking hard, then extended my hand and said, “Alright, give me the papers.” I signed the documents and sent them to James’s assistant. Not long after, I received a text from James saying the divorce certificate was on the entryway table in the City A apartment, and I could pick it up anytime if I needed it. I politely replied, “Noted, thank you.” When we ran into each other at private events, we would nod and smile. James would ask cordially, “How have you been?” “Fine, thank you. And you?” “I’m doing well.” It was as if we hadn’t shared a life together for three years, five months, and six days. Of course, those three-plus years left their mark. During the divorce, my health took a turn for the worse. After the divorce, I experienced prolonged insomnia, loss of appetite, and bouts of vomiting. After these symptoms persisted for over two weeks, I went to the hospital. With the test results in hand, I sat on a bench in the hospital garden for an entire afternoon, marveling at how cliché my situation had become. I saw James when I was picking up my takeout. He was leaning against his car, smoking, with three or four cigarette butts at his feet. It dawned on me that the hospital I had visited was invested in by the Sullivan family, so it made sense that James had found out so quickly. I involuntarily stopped in my tracks. James looked up at me, quickly stubbed out his cigarette, and waved his hand to disperse the smoke in the air. Then he looked at me, a silent standoff ensuing. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard him say, “What do you plan to do about this child?” He stood before me, his voice strained as he asked, word by word, “You’re not thinking of keeping this child, are you?” I didn’t know how to react or what expression to wear when faced with James asking such a question. I tried to remain calm as I countered, “We’re divorced now, aren’t we? This is my business, Mr. Sullivan.” James lowered his gaze to look at me. The streetlight cast shadows across his face, fragments of light dancing in his eyes. Something seemed to be churning in those ink-black eyes, but he suppressed it. He said, “You know, Amelia, if our families find out about this child…” He trailed off, but I immediately understood. If our families knew about this child, James and I would be forced to remarry. Especially considering his long-lost love and her child, they would never have a chance to be accepted into the Sullivan family. That’s why he rushed over as soon as he heard the news. I, who hadn’t uttered a single unnecessary word during the divorce, who could still smile when being mocked by our social circle, who could maintain a cordial demeanor when seeing James… I finally raised my hand, and after months, that heavy slap finally landed on James’s face. He silently accepted it. I went to City C alone for the procedure. As I lay on the hospital bed under anesthesia, I saw the ginkgo tree outside the window. The wind was strong that day, causing the leaves to flutter down in droves. I remembered that day when I held the diagnosis report, not knowing what to do. After clutching my abdomen and thinking blankly for a long time, I ordered my first proper meal since the divorce. At that moment, I thought, if the child were born malnourished, it wouldn’t be good. As I emerged from the hospital bed, holding my abdomen, I saw a tall figure leaning against the wall. When James trembled and came to support me, I pushed him away with one hand.

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My daughter is a top-tier romance addict. For the sake of a man from a humble background, she wanted to sever our mother-daughter relationship. She even went as far as trying to kill me for the family fortune. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn! As I opened my eyes, I saw my love-obsessed daughter’s youthful face and the familiar face next to her. I realized I had been reborn. The panic of the car accident, the despair of being paralyzed in bed, and the body tormented day and night by illness – these memories kept flashing through my mind. The last image frozen in my life was my daughter’s horrifying face, twisted like a devil, accompanied by her vicious words. “Mom, I didn’t want to do this to you, but who told you not to hand over the company to Jack and me earlier? You could have enjoyed your retirement, and we would still be a happy family.” My daughter’s incessant voice in my ear made me feel disgusted and nauseated. I struggled to suppress the urge to slap her across the face. “Mom, why can’t you understand that Jack and I are truly in love?” Lily whined. “I know you look down on Jack because his family is poor and you think he’s not good enough for me. But Jack is an excellent student, hardworking, and will surely be successful in the future.” “You can’t look down on people just because they’re poor. It’s not his fault.” Hearing this, I knew it was the time when Jack first came to my house. Look down on him? I couldn’t help but chuckle. I did look down on him, but not because he was poor. To describe Jack in one sentence: Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile. “Mrs. Wilson, I know I’m poor now, but I promise I’ll give Lily a good life and never let her suffer,” Jack immediately assured me. With his handsome looks and steady voice, coupled with his sincere expression, he could indeed easily deceive people. See! My love-obsessed daughter was immediately moved, staring at him with tears in her eyes. “Since your love is so strong, I won’t stand in your way. If you want to be together, then be together,” I said. Why would I stop them? A romance-crazed girl and a man from a humble background – perfect match, locked in, blessings! Of course, it would be even better if this guy didn’t keep eyeing my assets.

I own several properties, a few commercial shops, and a company, bringing in millions each year. While not extremely wealthy, I could be considered well-off. In my previous life, when Lily brought Jack home to meet me, I didn’t approve of their relationship. Lily thought I looked down on poor people and only loved wealth, resenting me deeply. But she didn’t know that I disliked Jack not because he was poor, but because of his terrible family situation. Jack came from a poor family in the countryside, the only son after three daughters. Rural families were generally not well-off, and Jack’s was no exception. They married off their eldest daughter to a man in his forties, using the bride price to send Jack to a good high school. For college tuition, they married the second daughter to a disabled man, and the third to an abusive alcoholic. In short, they married their daughters to whoever offered the highest bride price, blatantly selling their daughters. While some families favored sons over daughters, it was rare to see it taken to this extreme. Lily had been pampered by me since childhood, and I couldn’t bear to see her step into this fire pit. I told her about the situation, but to my surprise, she said she already knew. She claimed her sisters were willing to contribute to the family, proving the deep bond between siblings. Seeing that I couldn’t persuade her, I could only prove my disapproval through actions. As a result, she threatened to sever our mother-daughter relationship! Even worse, to get my assets, she caused me to have a car accident, leaving me paralyzed and immobile. Finally, she deliberately hired a caregiver who had a record of “taking care” of several employers to death. And then, I was “cared” to death!!

“I knew you cared about me the most, Mom. We’ll definitely take good care of you in the future,” Lily said, her expression quickly turning from cloudy to sunny as she heard my approval. She clung to my arm, acting coy. I dared not hope for their filial piety. If they want to be together, fine, just don’t spend my money. “Lily has been pampered by me since childhood, always having the best of everything. Her standard of living will certainly drop after being with you. I’ll cancel her cards first, so you can adapt to pre-marital life,” I said with a smile, looking at Jack. As expected, I saw his face immediately darken, though he quickly composed himself. Huh, quite the quick-change artist. How did I not notice how deeply he hid his true nature in my previous life? “Mom, what are you saying? Are you joking?” Lily’s voice immediately rose several octaves, nearly exploding. “I’m doing this for your own good, letting you adapt to pre-marital life. Surely you don’t expect me to support you after you’re married?” I calmly threw her previous words back at her. “But it’s different. We’re not short of money, why skimp on this?” Lily protested. “The money at home is what I earned. You can’t rely on me forever,” I replied. “Jack, I believe in Lily’s judgment. You must be an excellent young man. But if you want to marry Lily, you need to show me that you can live independently. Only then can I feel at ease,” I said directly to Jack, ignoring my love-obsessed daughter. I knew he would agree. As expected, after weighing the pros and cons, he agreed and even persuaded my disgruntled daughter. After they left, I immediately called to cancel all of Lily’s cards.

Jack was just a salaried worker with a modest income. Lily, used to living comfortably on my money, had no intention of working. After I canceled her cards, she still had some money left. She continued shopping everywhere, spending money without a second thought. She didn’t consider whether Jack’s salary could support her lifestyle once the money ran out. No, perhaps she had considered it but thought I would still be her safety net, or maybe she thought I was just trying to scare her. My love for her over the past twenty-plus years was her confidence. But this time, her calculations were wrong. Less than a month later, I started receiving calls from Lily. I set them all to silent and ignored her. I went on a business trip out of town, not giving her a chance to confront me in person. Seeing that she couldn’t reach me, she started playing the victim on social media, accusing me of being cold-hearted. I continued to ignore her, pretending not to see it. Since she called me cold-hearted, I had to live up to her words. Knowing the general trends of the industry from my previous life, I focused on making money. Dealing with this ungrateful pair was just a side task; one can’t always live in hatred. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay away forever and eventually had to return home. The day I returned, Lily immediately cornered me at home. She came crying, first accusing me of not answering her calls and being unreachable. Then she complained that because I had canceled her cards, she couldn’t afford expensive bags anymore. She couldn’t buy clothes in every color as she used to when she liked something. When dining out with friends, she discovered her card had no money, losing face and being mocked by her friends. She said her life had become very frustrating and she had suffered many grievances. The underlying message was clear: she wanted me to continue giving her money to spend. I ignored her complaints and entered sarcasm mode: “Oh, really? Well, you’ll have plenty more days like this after you get married.” “You need to get used to it gradually.” “I knew you were doing this on purpose. We have so much money at home, you’re just deliberately trying to force us to break up,” Lily reacted violently when she saw I showed no sympathy for her, questioning me loudly. “Do you have to be so cold-hearted? We’re all adults, is it wrong to pursue love?” “From childhood to adulthood, you only knew how to work. Have you ever truly cared about me or accompanied me? Have you ever given me the warmth of a family?” “You didn’t do any of these things, but Jack did them all. He does the laundry and cooks for me, cheers me up when I’m unhappy, takes me out to play. He makes me ginger tea when I have my period. He fulfilled my fantasy of what a family should be.” I felt my chest heaving with anger, wanting to slap her across the face immediately. What an ungrateful brat. I gave her a house, a car, money, poured my heart out for her, and it couldn’t compare to a man cooking a few meals and sweet-talking her.

When Lily was young, my husband had already passed away. It was a time when my career was on the rise, and I struggled to balance family and work. Despite my busy schedule, I made time to help her with homework, care for her health, and tried my best to spend time with her. I never expected her to say she hadn’t felt the warmth of family. Did she expect me to revolve around her every day? “I might not have done your laundry or cooked for you, but I hired a housekeeper. You could have whatever you wanted to eat.” “When you were unhappy, I might not have sweet-talked you, but I tried my best to solve the source of your unhappiness.” “I might not have made you ginger tea, but I found you a private doctor to take care of your health.” “I’ve done so much, and you say you haven’t felt the warmth of family. Then go feel it more at Jack’s place. After all, I’m cold-hearted.” I suppressed my anger and listed all these things I had done for her, feeling my years of dedication were unappreciated. It would have been fine if she just lacked gratitude. After all, I brought her into this world, and I only hoped for her to live happily. But I never expected her to harbor so much resentment towards me. “I’m not stopping you from pursuing love. I have the right to decide how to use the money I earned.” “Splurging my money everywhere while complaining that I didn’t give you family warmth – Lily, don’t be so shameless.” My daughter’s face turned as colorful as a spilled paint palette, alternating between pale and flushed. She immediately defended herself, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance: “Mom, I’m sorry. I just said the wrong thing in a moment of anger. How could you say such things to me?” “If I hadn’t been in a bad mood from being mocked for having no money, I wouldn’t have spoken carelessly and made you angry.” Look at this good daughter I raised. Even when apologizing, she still had to shift the responsibility onto me. “I really have no money. Look, I’m even allergic to these cheap clothes. Please restore my allowance,” my daughter said, looking at me pitifully with tears in her eyes, lifting her sleeve to show me her allergic arm. She hoped to evoke my sympathy. “You have enough new clothes to wear different ones every day until next year without repeating,” I coldly exposed her act of playing the victim. She did indeed have allergies to some fabric materials. But she had so many clothes that she wouldn’t worry about having nothing to wear. “I’m your only daughter. Won’t all this money be mine sooner or later anyway? You might as well give it to me in advance, isn’t it the same?” Lily said. “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll consider that I don’t have you as a mother. We’ll sever our mother-daughter relationship, and I won’t take care of you in your old age.” Lily said viciously to me, with a hint of embarrassed anger, using elderly care to threaten me. “Fine, let’s sever it then. I might as well have given birth to a roast pork,” I said, referring to a Chinese joke about useless children. “But verbal agreements are invalid. I’ll have someone draft an agreement, and you can sign it, Ms. Lily.” “As for elderly care, as long as I have money, there will be plenty of people to take care of me, certainly more filial than you.” I said with a smile, speaking very quickly, not accepting any threats. It’s really laughable. It’s the 21st century, and she’s still bringing up this issue. A young person living more conservatively than me. As for elderly care, I’m more worried that her version of care would be the kind that leads to premature death by several decades. Seeing that I spoke without any hesitation, Lily feared I would immediately have her sign the agreement. She left angrily. As she left, she didn’t forget to slam the door loudly.

After Lily left, I reflected on my education of her for a while. I couldn’t figure out where the problem was. Materially, I had given her the best within my abilities. I hadn’t neglected her in life either. During her university years, I let her get involved in the company’s affairs, but unfortunately, she really didn’t have the aptitude. She was also playful and lazy, so I didn’t force her. I thought I could still work hard, and later give her company shares directly. She would just need to wait for dividends and happily spend money, no need to work. Why did she turn out to be such an ungrateful person? After a long time, my reflection yielded no results, and I stopped dwelling on it. Rather than reflecting on myself, it’s better to blame others. I refuse to engage in mental exhaustion. In the evening, Jack brought a reluctant-looking Lily over. After work, Jack learned about what happened between Lily and me today, and immediately brought her to apologize and reconcile. Seeing Lily’s unwillingness to lower her pride, speaking words without sincerity, I remained silent. Jack tried to smooth things over, saying nice words. He still hoped to get my assets through Lily and didn’t want to fall out with me so quickly. I took the opportunity to step down, deciding to deal with people like them gradually, aiming for a single, decisive strike. After a period of peace, the company was thriving under my leadership. After being reborn, everything was getting better and better.

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