Author: Momo Chan

  • In Order to Let the Male Assistant Get Gilded in My Project Team, My Wife Pretended to Make a Public Announcement. Then, I Took the Initiative to Withdraw and Wish Them Well!

    At the company’s year-end party, the CEO’s wife’s male assistant quietly revealed that she was planning to publicly announce our relationship. As I walked towards my wife in my suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, the scheming male assistant suddenly knocked the flowers onto my head, crying uncontrollably: “Jack, I only told you about my relationship with Olivia, but I never thought you’d steal her from me. Even if you’re the core project manager, you can’t do this!” My wife not only didn’t refute his claim, but she also took away my year-end bonus and even arranged for the male assistant to join my project team to gain experience. Everyone in the company reacted, applauding to congratulate my wife and the male assistant on their fairy-tale romance. My team members even advised me: “Boss, I know you’ve had a crush on CEO Olivia for ten years, but now that the company is about to go public, just bear with it and say something nice.” I just smiled faintly and handed the project manager appointment letter to the male assistant: “How could I let the company’s new man work under me? I think only you are qualified to be the project manager and lead the company to greater success.” After all, I was the only one who knew the key formula for the project. I was curious to see how my wife would come up with that million-dollar breach of contract penalty.

    Seeing me take out the appointment letter, everyone was stunned for a moment. My team members immediately helped me out, applauding and saying loudly: “Looks like our boss has really realized his mistake. CEO Olivia, please forgive him!” “Yeah, Jack is being so generous, there must have been a misunderstanding. He truly wishes you and Ryan the best.” Everyone was stirring up the atmosphere. Ryan tightly clutched the appointment letter, but his eyes were fixed on my designer suit. He said pitifully: “But Jack dressed up so nicely, isn’t it just to steal the spotlight…” Everyone was taken aback, not expecting Ryan to be so persistent. They all turned to look at me. In response to his provocation, my wife Olivia’s expression was unclear, and she didn’t say anything. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Ten years ago, I had received an offer from a major foreign company with an annual salary of millions. But because of Olivia’s plea for me to stay, I chose to start from scratch with her, living on a shoestring budget. She cried and said she would never forget my sacrifice. Once the company went public, she would officially announce our relationship, make me the vice president, and give me shares. But now, as the company was about to go public, all her favoritism went to a newcomer who had only joined six months ago. I took a deep breath and started unbuttoning my jacket. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I would never have any expectations of Olivia again. After saying that, I walked out of the meeting room wearing only a thin shirt. Outside the company, the cold wind blew, stinging my skin. I coughed softly. The doctor had told me that my lungs were damaged from doing experiments, and I couldn’t continue working such long hours. Olivia didn’t know yet that the key formula for this project was the result of my sleepless nights and tireless work. In three days, the project would be delivered. If there were no results by then, Olivia would face a million-dollar penalty. Perhaps it was time for me to live my own life. Instead of pouring my heart and soul out for someone who didn’t love me. Bang! While I was lost in thought, something hit the back of my head hard. I turned around to see Ryan looking at me maliciously. The project manager appointment letter was scattered on the ground. “Jack, how can you be so stupid? I pretended to tell you that Olivia was going to announce your relationship, and you actually believed it!” My heart trembled. Because I had always dreamed of Olivia announcing our relationship. So I was overjoyed and couldn’t help but believe it. I remained silent, but Ryan became even more arrogant. “Too bad, it seems Olivia prefers me. Not just a small position like project manager, if I cry a little, she might even kick you out of the company.” Ryan had always been two-faced. Because I didn’t like him during his interview, but Olivia specially recruited him into the company, he always came to cause trouble for me. After repeatedly provoking me, he would shed tears and act pitiful in front of others, causing Olivia to argue with me, saying I was jealous. Now, I just felt that my past self was naive. To actually compete with such a despicable person for Olivia’s affection. I turned to leave. Ryan’s eyes flashed, and he suddenly slapped himself hard, his thin cheek instantly turning red. Before I could understand what was happening, he was already in tears, bending down humbly to pick up the appointment letter from the ground, and handed it to me with trembling hands: “Jack, I know you don’t like me. You can hit me or scold me, it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re willing to stay in the company, take this appointment letter back. I’ll voluntarily resign and talk to Olivia about it.” The next second, I heard Olivia’s angry shout. “Jack, are you crazy?!” She threw the coat she was carrying on her arm to the ground and raised her hand to slap me: “Ryan was just joking around, and you decided to go on strike? Now you’re hitting people just to get back the position of project manager? When did you become so violent?” She looked like a mother beast protecting her cub. I licked my bleeding lip, laughing coldly in my heart. Whenever Ryan and I had a conflict, Olivia would blindly believe that I was bullying him, without asking for the truth. In the past, I would have argued until my lips were parched, feeling wronged. Now, I was truly tired of it all. I smiled, saying rather dejectedly: “Thank you.” Olivia’s anger suddenly subsided, and she asked in bewilderment: “Thank me for what?” I spoke in a flat tone: “Thank you for letting me know that in your heart, I’m just a jealous, unscrupulous person.” With that, I turned to leave. Olivia’s body trembled. She took a step, instinctively grabbing my arm, feeling how cold it was. In the dead of winter, the tip of my nose was already red from the cold. She picked up the coat from the ground in a somewhat panicked manner and stuffed it into my hands: “You… it’s so cold, put on your coat first. As for the project manager position, I’ll consider it carefully…” As soon as Olivia mentioned reconsidering the project manager position, Ryan immediately became anxious. He said indignantly, as if he couldn’t bear the insult: “Olivia, I know Jack is a veteran of the company, and I can never compare to your years of friendship. Please don’t argue because of me, I’ll go to HR and apply for resignation right now!” With that, he tightly clutched the appointment letter and ran back into the company. As he was going up the stairs, he deliberately stumbled, pretending to fall. His knee hit the steps, and he hugged his knee, crying out in pain. Olivia’s eyes widened as she looked at Ryan crying in pain, then back at me who was about to leave. After hesitating for a moment, she hurriedly said to me: “Jack, you go home first. I’ll talk to you later.” Then, without hesitation, she rushed towards Ryan.

    At the bottom of the company building, Olivia reached out to help Ryan, her movements careful as if protecting a fragile piece of porcelain. Ryan, however, pushed away her hand with a stubborn look on his face, trying to stand up on his own. The next second, he fell into Olivia’s soft embrace. It was just after work hours, and there were many people on the street. Their public display immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers. I couldn’t help but curl my lips in a sarcastic smile. In public, Olivia never let me get within three steps of her, only allowing me to call her “CEO Olivia.” Once, after an argument, I just wanted to make up with her. I walked closer and held her hand. She jerked away as if electrocuted and flew into a rage. She accused me of breaking our agreement to keep our marriage a secret and avoid public displays of affection. She said she wasn’t a monkey in a zoo, with no desire to show affection in front of strangers. But now, the whole company was shipping her with Ryan, and strangers were stopping to watch them, yet she showed no restraint. I swallowed the sourness rising in my throat and hailed a taxi to go home. After returning home, the warm air made me finally feel the stinging pain on my face. In the mirror, I saw my face reddened by the rose thorns, with streaks of blood. How ridiculous, like a pathetic clown. On my phone placed by the sink, a message suddenly popped up: “Jack, have you really not considered our company? We’re a Fortune 500 company with great benefits, including four days off every week. You could even be our representative in the country!” The person contacting me was the HR from the foreign company, who had repeatedly extended olive branches to me. If we weren’t collaborating, I would have blocked them long ago. In the past, I would politely say I had no such plans for now. This time, I replied: “Alright, I’ll buy a ticket for tomorrow.” Instantly, the HR kept typing: “Great! Jack, I’ll transfer you $5,000 for travel expenses right away. You must come!” Looking at the $5,000 credited to my bank account. And the glaring bank balance: $5,000.13. I covered my face and laughed out loud. Five thousand dollars. Olivia, afraid that I would slack off if I had money in hand, only paid me $500 a month. I couldn’t earn this much in a year. She also said that even married couples should keep clear accounts. The rent was $200 a month, I paid for utilities and did all the housework. If I even used a roll of her toilet paper, she would charge me $10. Yet she never mentioned how to account for the money I spent on groceries, cooking, and daily necessities. After all these years, I found myself penniless. Adjusting my mood, I walked out of the bathroom, ready to pack my luggage for the flight. When I opened the drawer, I found an old digital camera in the corner. It was a product from ten years ago. I hadn’t used it in a long time, but surprisingly, it still turned on. I imported the data into my computer and started looking through the photos one by one. This camera was bought by Olivia specially for me when we first started our business. She said she knew I liked photography and promised to buy me a better one once the company went public. During those difficult times, because we were both orphans and couldn’t get help from our parents, we only had each other to rely on and keep warm. The photos included us sharing a bowl of instant noodles, dating on the subway to enjoy the warmth, and on New Year’s Eve with fireworks outside the window, when we fought over a piece of meat that ended up falling on the floor, and she ran to the bathroom crying in frustration. All these memories seemed like they happened yesterday, yet also felt like a lifetime ago. But as time went on, there were fewer and fewer photos. The last one was from six months ago. In the photo, Olivia, wearing a professional suit, looked mature and charming, frowning as she raised her hand to block the camera. That day, our project had achieved unprecedented success, and Olivia was already planning to take the company public. As usual, I took out the camera to take a photo. But she sneered and blocked the lens: “Jack, no wonder your experiment progress has been so slow lately. You’re not focused on work, but on taking my embarrassing photos. You’re still using this trash camera? If it were me, I would have smashed it long ago.” But when Ryan took out his phone to take a selfie with Olivia, she softened her expression and posed for quite a few pictures. From that day on, this camera, which once symbolized our love, was thrown into the depths of my drawer. As my thoughts returned to the present, I moved my fingers. I permanently deleted the entire photo album, then threw the camera into the trash can. Some things were meant to be thrown away. After doing this, I printed out a divorce agreement. I sat crookedly on the sofa, waiting until 10 pm, but Olivia still hadn’t returned. Just as I was about to get up and go to my room, I felt my whole body burning hot, and I couldn’t stop coughing. Looking at the thermometer showing 102°F, I realized I probably had pneumonia. Feeling that I might need to be hospitalized, I directly took my luggage with me, saving the trouble of coming back home to pack. During the consultation, I answered the doctor’s questions in a daze. Until a clear, worried female voice sounded: “Doctor, is he alright? Please check him carefully!”

    My whole body trembled, and my consciousness instantly became clearer. It was Olivia’s voice. I turned my head to look. At the door of the consultation room, Olivia was holding a CT scan in one hand and supporting Ryan with the other. Ryan, a grown man, was leaning on Olivia pathetically, whining: “Olivia, you’ve been with me all night, you must be so tired. Why don’t you rest at my place like before…” Turning his head and seeing me, Ryan looked a bit surprised. The next second, he trembled and lowered his head, hiding behind Olivia. “Jack, did you see my social media post and come here on purpose to find me? Please don’t take revenge on me…” Ryan loved to provoke me by posting on social media. On a rainy day, he would use the excuse of forgetting his umbrella to let Olivia send him home, then praise the boss for being beautiful and kind-hearted on social media. When I made achievements and Olivia wanted to reward me, he would pretend to be sick or faint, interrupting and making Olivia take him to the hospital to care for him all night. Then he’d post on social media about how caring the boss was, saying he was in love. This happened several times, to the point where I felt desperate and heartbroken. No need to guess, today, Ryan must have posted something provocative on social media again. But now, I didn’t have any desire to see that post at all. Olivia frowned and gave me a deep look. Her chest heaved violently as she turned to ask the doctor: “Doctor, the young man says he’s having trouble breathing. Can you please check him?” The doctor immediately frowned in displeasure: “Patients need to queue up too.” Olivia pointed at me with a contemptuous expression: “Doctor, you don’t know, this man is just pretending to be sick. He’s deliberately wasting medical resources!” Just as the doctor was about to speak, I stood up and said calmly: “It’s fine, let them go first.” Only then did Olivia look satisfied, eagerly handing over the CT scan. The doctor sighed helplessly, looked at it and shook his head: “Your boyfriend is fine, he just needs some rest.” Olivia asked suspiciously: “Really? But he keeps saying he can’t breathe properly and needs someone to stay with him to feel better. Plus, he hurt his knee today!” Seeing her worried expression. I knew she was just overly concerned. All the family members in the hospital were caring attentively for their loved ones. But all these years, I always came to the hospital alone, and would even be scolded by Olivia for being lazy. Feeling a tightness in my chest, I walked out of the consultation room. Soon after, Olivia came out and said gently to Ryan: “Let’s go get an X-ray of your knee to check it out.” I was about to go back to continue my consultation when Ryan suddenly lashed out: “Jack, are you still pretending? Why don’t you stop bothering the doctor?” “I know you didn’t come here just to cause trouble for me. I’m sorry, whether it’s the year-end bonus or the manager position, I’ll give them all to you, okay…” His eyes reddened as if he had suffered a great injustice. Olivia immediately frowned and grabbed my clothes, saying sternly: “Jack, Ryan has been bullied by you like this, aren’t you ashamed? Apologize to him right now!” My steps were unsteady, and I couldn’t shake off her hand, so I could only silently endure her scolding. It wasn’t until Ryan went for his examination that I sat down on a bench and let out a sigh, coughing: “CEO Olivia, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.” But Olivia grabbed my hand. Noticing the temperature was off, her fingertips trembled. Then she stepped forward and, surprisingly, stood on her tiptoes to measure my temperature with her forehead. Seeing her face getting closer, I pushed her away in shock. She clenched her fingertips and said mockingly: “What are you pretending for? You came to the hospital because you’re jealous, right? Ryan wasn’t feeling well today, so I stayed with him a bit later. Didn’t I tell you before, he’s very similar to how we used to be? I’m just making up for our past selves.” After a pause, she added coyly: “You deliberately made yourself sick to get my attention. Fine, I’ll secretly give you the year-end bonus. Just don’t make a fuss about announcing our relationship again next time.” I shook my head. What I wanted was never about the year-end bonus. Before I could say anything, Ryan came out, instantly drawing Olivia’s attention away. Watching their figures supporting each other as they walked away, they looked like a loving couple. I suddenly remembered that I had brought something important with me. Taking out that stack of papers, I called out to Olivia: “CEO Olivia, please sign this first.” Olivia frowned in displeasure: “At a time like this, you still want me to handle work matters? We’ll talk about it at the office tomorrow!” I shook my head and handed it to her again: “Just sign it, it won’t take long.” Olivia looked at Ryan waiting pitifully for her, and impatiently took the papers and pen. Just as she was about to sign, she felt something was off. She frowned and flipped to the beginning, instantly losing her voice: “Divorce—”

    Feeling Ryan’s gaze, she cut off her words and became annoyed. She slapped the divorce agreement against my chest, gritting her teeth: “Jack, what more do you want? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?” Her slap made me cough even harder, but I still insisted: “CEO Olivia, please sign it. It’ll be hard to explain to Ryan later.” My words only made Olivia frown even more, and she stamped her foot. She lowered her voice and said sternly: “Explain? Explain what? I just care for him like a brother. Jack, can you stop being so unreasonably jealous? That’s enough, go home! I’m sick of seeing you.” With that, she didn’t even give me a glance and left supporting Ryan. Ryan looked at me smugly, secretly giving me a thumbs down. I didn’t say anything and returned to the consultation room. The doctor told me that I indeed had pneumonia and needed an IV drip. As the cold liquid flowed through my veins, my whole body cooled down. But my mind was clearer than ever before. If a normal divorce wouldn’t work, then I’d go for litigation. Also, I left in such a hurry today that I forgot to resign. Thinking about this, I took out my phone and directly applied for resignation through the system. Logically, since I was now just nominally a small team leader without any projects, I should be able to resign in a minute. But unexpectedly, the application was instantly rejected by Olivia. With an additional message: “Want to resign? Fine, if you have the guts, make a scene at the company tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but cough again. Early the next morning, my condition had improved significantly, and I went directly to the company. My workstation was a mess. My team members were carrying Ryan’s things, their eyes avoiding mine. Ryan smiled innocently: “I’m sorry, Jack. We knocked your things to the floor while moving. You’re not angry, are you?” Olivia was supervising and gave me a look, smiling insincerely: “Company property, certain people who want to resign have no right to be angry.” The CEO’s attitude said it all. The opportunists around immediately flattered and agreed: “Mr. Ryan, you’ve just been promoted to Vice President by CEO Olivia today. You’re Jack’s superior now. He should be apologizing to you for getting in your way!” “That’s right. Jack left work early yesterday and was late today. I think people like this should just get lost!” Ryan puffed out his chest, showing off his brand new Vice President badge. He looked me up and down and deliberately spread rumors: “Oh, Jack, you have such dark circles under your eyes, and you look so pale. Did you go clubbing at a hotel until now? You must have had quite a good time.” Olivia’s face instantly darkened, and she sneered coldly: “Some people are really bold, staying out all night and coming to work in this state. Our company really can’t keep someone like this.” How did she know I didn’t come home last night? Did she actually come home last night? I just coughed softly and took out my resignation letter, saying calmly: “CEO Olivia, please sign this. I’m in a bit of a hurry.” Olivia’s expression became increasingly unpleasant. After a long while, she smiled mockingly and raised her hand to sign. “You’re putting on quite an act. Jack, playing hard to get won’t work. Do you think the company can’t go on without you?” Throwing the pen down forcefully, she beckoned to Ryan, raising her chin at me proudly: “Ryan is a top graduate in materials science. He improved your formula in just one evening. All your team members praised his talent.” “What took you half a year, he finished in a few hours and handed it over to our partners.” “Jack, if you know what’s good for you, apologize sincerely now and swear to work hard from now on. I might reluctantly take you back as an intern.” Ryan pretended to be shy and said: “Jack, don’t worry. I’ll include your contributions when I report our work. Now we’re just waiting for the final payment from our partners, and the company can go public. If you regret it, just apologize.” It seemed that Ryan must have copied the formula I left at my workstation. But he didn’t know that while that formula looked reasonable, it couldn’t actually be put into production. They were digging their own graves by prematurely giving the wrong formula to their partners, facing impending disaster. Just then, the secretary hurriedly reported to Olivia: “CEO Olivia, people from our partner company are here. They look very anxious!” Olivia immediately brightened up, looking smug: “Looks like they’re very satisfied with our collaboration and want to increase the payment! Jack, I’ll give you one last chance to think it over.” I laughed out loud. Olivia asked suspiciously: “What are you laughing at?” Ryan covered his mouth and giggled: “Maybe Jack is so upset about not getting credit that he’s lost his mind?” I shook my head with a smile and stepped aside: “Let them tell you.” The next second, the partner rushed in and directly threw the contract on the table, saying through gritted teeth: “CEO Olivia! The formula your company provided has directly contaminated our production line. We demand a million-dollar breach of contract penalty, plus five million dollars in compensation!” Seeing the contract thrown in front of her, Olivia’s eyes widened in shock. Before she could speak, the partner’s face darkened as he took out a lawyer’s letter and slammed it in front of her. “CEO Olivia, please transfer the amount to our company account within seven days. Otherwise, we will sue directly!”

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  • Pregnant, I Was Forced to Jump into the Icy Water. Later, When He Heard the News of My Death, He Regretted It

    My husband had a small family with a female celebrity outside our marriage. He took her to all the parties and introduced her to his friends. His friends even called her “sister-in-law.” The celebrity was spoiled by him. She hung on his neck and said, “I dropped my necklace in the water.” As soon as she said this, my husband looked at me. I immediately understood that he wanted me to go into the water to retrieve the necklace. My face turned pale. “No, I can’t. I’m pregnant, and it’s winter.” He looked at me coldly and said in a low voice, “So what if you’re pregnant? It’s worth it if it makes Emma smile.” “If you don’t find the necklace today, you’ll regret it.” I knew he was threatening me using my mother. I didn’t resist anymore and walked into the lake step by step. I don’t know how long I searched until my hands and feet were numb, until blood seeped out from under me… The staff pulled me ashore. As I was losing consciousness, I heard Emma’s affected voice. “Oh, she fainted.” “James, didn’t you say she was in good health? Is she faking it?” “How disgusting, she’s on her period and didn’t say anything. She smells of blood, so dirty.” Then came the sound of people inhaling sharply. I could feel everyone stepping back in disgust. I struggled to open my eyes and saw James frowning at me. “She likes to pretend, just leave her here. We don’t need to care about her.” Hearing this, the people around me scattered. As they left, they didn’t forget to criticize and mock me. I completely passed out. When I woke up again, James was sitting by the hospital bed looking at me with boredom. “Heh, finally decided to wake up? I thought you were going to die.” He yawned. I looked at James’s face, full of sarcasm and contempt, and felt only sadness. I struggled to speak: “The baby is gone, isn’t it?” James was still smiling, without a trace of pity in his eyes. “That’s right, you lost another child.” This was already the third time. My heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. The first time was because he encountered an enemy, and I took a knife for him. That knife didn’t take my life, but it took my child’s life. The second time was when I discovered he had a home outside with Emma. In that villa, the servants all called her “young madam.” Seeing me cry, James showed no sympathy. He even felt pleased. “Someone like you can cry?” “Are you crying purely for the death of that child, or because you can’t keep a child to secure your position as Mrs. Pei?” Look at this. Prejudice in the heart is like a mountain. He despised me. Even when I cried for losing a child, he thought it was because of my position as his wife. Emma walked in at this moment. She swayed her hips, full of charm, and walked gracefully to James’s side. She held his arm, with a coquettish and lovely smile on her face. But her eyes kept glancing at me, full of contempt and provocation. “James, why does she look so awful? It’s just losing a child.” “She looks like she’s dying. Is she deliberately seeking sympathy?” Emma’s voice was so sweet it could drip water. James seemed to enjoy it very much. As if deliberately putting on a show for me, he even affectionately tapped her nose. “Maybe my darling is right. Isn’t Olivia always a scheming person?” I didn’t feel as angry and intolerable as I had imagined. In the past, when he said such things about me, it was painful to breathe. Now I could even laugh out loud. People always change. Just as James, who once cared for me so much, had changed beyond recognition. I knew why he hated me. It wasn’t just him hating me; I hated myself too. Emma was still smiling sweetly. “James, let’s go. Weren’t you going to accompany me to the auction?” But unexpectedly, James didn’t move. Under Emma’s puzzled gaze, James kissed her forehead. “Be good, go by yourself. I need to stay with her.” “Why!” Emma was dissatisfied and glared at me. But I was already numb, lying on the hospital bed without any reaction. James quickly comforted her. “Because there are reporters outside. For the sake of the company, I have to put on a show.” Getting this answer, Emma broke into a smile. “Alright then.” They were still chatting and being affectionate, but I was lost in memories. Five years ago, I encountered a medical dispute at the hospital.

    I was a doctor. Because I failed to save a child during surgery, as the chief surgeon, I was resented by the patient’s family. On my way home from work, the patient’s family went crazy and stabbed me with a knife. I was supposed to die. But James’s mother saved me. She took the knife for me. Before she died, she asked me to live a good life with James and to take care of him for her. After James’s mother died, James seemed to become a different person. He said he loved me in public and wanted to marry me, but on our wedding night, he almost strangled me to death. At that time, I realized that James hated me. He married me only to torture me. Before I was about to die, I seemed to see James’s mother. In a daze, I remembered her words before she died, asking me to take good care of James and never leave him. I agreed. I owed the Pei family. My life was exchanged for James’s mother’s life. So for these years, I allowed James to torture me. It was as if only in this way could I alleviate some of my guilt. Living with the burden of someone’s life was too painful. I struggled to sit up and looked at James. “Let’s talk.” James impatiently looked at me. Then he said to Emma, “Darling, go to the auction by yourself. If you see anything you like, just tell my assistant. I’ll chat with her for a bit.” James’s assistant had always looked down on me and was always imperious towards me. But he was very respectful to Emma. Emma reluctantly agreed. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to tell James not to stay with me for too long, saying she would be jealous. That look seemed to say that I was the mistress. After Emma left, only James and I were left in the hospital room. I was really tired. I felt that if I continued like this, I would die. Even if James wouldn’t let me go, I wouldn’t let myself go either. So I wanted to save myself. I understood. I couldn’t be tortured by James for a lifetime just because his mother lost her life for me. Moreover, three years ago, I also took a knife for James, and I lost a child because of it. At that time, I even thought, why not just let me die? That way I wouldn’t owe James anymore. These years, I’ve been tortured by James to the point of wishing for death. I’ve lost three children in a row. It’s enough. “James, let’s divorce. Let’s get a divorce.” James was stunned. Then he laughed out loud. He seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. “Divorce? You? You think you can leave me?” “You’ve already had your medical license revoked. If you leave the Pei family, you won’t even be able to support yourself.” I swallowed hard, trying hard to suppress the bitterness welling up inside. Back then, the patient’s family made a big fuss. The hospital fired me to settle the matter. In the end, I even lost my medical license. At that time, I thought the medical license issue was done by the patient’s family. Later I found out it was James. To better control me, he personally ruined my career. “I have hands and feet. I won’t starve to death,” I tried to squeeze out a smile. “Is that so? What about your mother’s medical expenses? Without the Pei family’s help, can you afford the medical expenses?” James stood by with his arms folded, sneering. My heart twisted in pain. Mother was indeed my biggest weakness. In the past, I really didn’t dare. But a few days ago, the hospital notified me that my mother’s condition had improved and she could be transferred to a regular ward. With my savings from these years, if I took on a few more jobs, I could still manage. But James didn’t know. After all, he never cared about anything related to me. Perhaps in his eyes, my mother was still critically ill.

    Thinking of my mother, my tone carried a hint of lightness. “It’s okay, I’ll take on a few more jobs. I’ll manage somehow.” But James’s eyes grew colder. He wasn’t happy inside. Especially seeing that I could still smile. Was divorcing him making me so happy? Finally, he dropped a sentence, “Don’t dream. I haven’t tortured you enough yet. I won’t let you go.” Then he left. The door slammed shut with a thunderous bang. I stayed in the hospital for a few days. During these days, James didn’t come to see me again. As soon as I was discharged, James’s father sent a message. He asked me to return to the Pei family’s old house. I couldn’t refuse. I immediately hailed a car and went. Before I even walked through the gate of the Pei house, the servants who saw me all showed contemptuous looks. They gathered together and whispered. “Why is she so thick-skinned? After being treated like that by the Pei family, how can she still shamelessly come back?” “For what? Of course for money.” “If you ask me, Miss Emma is the most suitable to be Mrs. Pei. She’s beautiful and kind-hearted.” One of the newly arrived young maids was confused. “But no matter what, the madam is still the legal wife. Even if Miss Emma is true love, she’s still the third party.” The maids were still discussing, but I had no intention of listening. Butler Wang, who never changed his expression when facing things, led me to the back garden of the villa. This was my second time here. The first time was when James and I were getting married, he took me to the Pei family ancestral hall. And the Pei family ancestral hall was in the depths of the back garden. I was a bit surprised. Just as I was about to ask, I saw three people sitting in the pavilion. James’s father, James, and Emma. As soon as he saw me, James’s father put on a stern face. “Why aren’t you kneeling in the ancestral hall yet?” I clenched my hands. James’s father had always hated me. Because he deeply loved James’s mother. He hated me for causing James’s mother’s death. I understood him, so I never refused James’s father’s unreasonable demands. Even if he got angry and made me kneel down, or humiliated me in front of others… I endured it all. I nodded and turned around, walking towards the direction of the ancestral hall. Behind me, I faintly heard Emma’s coquettish laughter and James’s father’s harsh curses. James, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken from beginning to end. Walking into the ancestral hall, I knelt down. I looked at James’s mother’s memorial tablet, exhausted and helpless. James’s mother actually didn’t like me very much before. But she was also the kindest person to me besides James. She once said to me, “You and James are not the same kind of people. Your family backgrounds are too different. It’s not feudalism, but your worldviews and ways of dealing with the world are different. You’ll live a very tiring life together.” At that time, I was very stubborn and naive. I believed that love could overcome all difficulties. But she just shook her head, looking at me with pity and pain. I never imagined that James’s mother would take a knife for me. “Auntie Pei, I feel like I can’t go on anymore. I’m going to break my promise to you…” I choked out. At this time, footsteps came from behind. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was James. “What? Being such a drama queen, still pretending to be pitiful in front of my mom?” “Too bad, she can’t hear you.” His voice was cold and sarcastic. “James, let’s not torture each other anymore. Let’s get divorced.” “Olivia, you want to leave me, leave the Pei family? I’m telling you, what you owe my mom, you can never repay in this lifetime!” I laughed bitterly. “How can I repay it? Do I have to pay with my life?” “No, you’re wrong. Even if you die, I’ll still grind your bones to dust!” He said hatefully, gritting his teeth. My whole body froze, tears flowing uncontrollably. Is that how much he hates me? The string of rationality suddenly snapped. I suddenly stood up and shouted at him angrily through tears. “What do I have to do for you to let me go? Three years ago I took a knife for you and almost lost my life. These years I’ve been tortured by you to lose three children. Isn’t that enough?” I pushed him away and ran out of the ancestral hall. As I passed the pavilion, I didn’t notice Emma’s meaningful look. Until half an hour later, I received a call from the hospital. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Pei, your mother… she fell from the building.”

    My mind went blank for a moment. Fell from the building… With a “bang”, my phone smashed to the ground. The screen instantly shattered into pieces. The two words “fell down” kept cycling in my brain. I don’t remember how I rushed to the hospital. I just felt everything became blurry. I couldn’t hear anything, just single-mindedly ran to the morgue. In the morgue, my mother’s broken body was covered with a white cloth. “Mom!” But no matter how heartbroken my cries were, I could no longer get any response from my mother. I passed out again. When I woke up again, Emma was standing at the head of the bed looking at me. “Why are you here!” My voice was so hoarse that the words were barely recognizable. But Emma heard clearly. She smiled with great pleasure. “I heard your mom died?” I suddenly opened my eyes wide. Then I heard her continue. “Your mom really couldn’t take it. I just had someone tell her some things, and she couldn’t bear it and committed suicide.” “Emma, it was you, you did it!” I screamed, wanting to rush towards her. But because my body was weak, I fell heavily back onto the bed, gasping for breath on the hospital bed. Emma wasn’t afraid of me at all. She approached me step by step, still wearing that hypocritical smile on her face. “Want to hit me? With your half-dead appearance, you still want to lay hands on me?” “Besides, she had poor psychological endurance herself, how can you blame me?” She said while pouting. Looking innocent yet cruel. Emma continued to speak casually. “Actually, I didn’t say much. I just told her everything about you and James over these years.” “Let her know how hard you’ve been these years to pay for her treatment. I’m doing this for your own good.” Emma said, even laughing. “Who knew she couldn’t take it as soon as she heard it? Not only did she curse James as a beast, she even jumped directly from the building.” “You’ll face retribution!” I cried, staring at her, wishing I could tear her to pieces. At this time, James walked in. Seeing my hysterical appearance, he frowned. “What are you making a fuss about again? Emma came to see you out of kindness, and you’re cursing her?” “Do you know what she did to my mom…” But before I could finish, Emma interrupted me. She played a recording. It was a recording of my mom cursing the Pei family before she died. “The Pei family are all beasts, a bunch of beasts who deserve to die. How dare James torture my daughter…” James’s face grew darker as he listened. He rushed up in a few steps and grabbed my neck. He said to me through gritted teeth, “Your mom gave birth to a bitch like you, sure enough she’s no good thing either. You’re all cheap goods!” My numb and empty eyes burst with boundless hatred at this moment. I struggled to sit up, picked up the fruit knife on the bedside table, and stabbed James. But because my body was too weak, this stab didn’t go very deep. James let go of my neck. He looked at the knife stuck in his shoulder in disbelief. “Bitch, you dare to hurt me?” I had no strength left and collapsed onto the bed. Emma screamed in fright. “James, she’s crazy, she’s a lunatic!” More and more people poured in. They pinned me down on the bed and injected me with sedatives. Before my consciousness completely dissipated, I could still see James staring at me with a gloomy expression. In the middle of the night, I slowly woke up. When the nurse was about to inject me with sedatives again, I quickly turned my hand and stabbed the sedative into the nurse’s vein. The young nurse’s eyes widened in disbelief as she passed out. I then ran out of the hospital carrying my mother’s ashes. Without realizing it, I ran to the seaside. The salty smell of the sea breeze was strong. The night waves mercilessly beat against the beach, as if wailing. Looking at the endless sea, my heart was rarely calm. “Mom, I’m sorry. I’m really so tired, so tired…” I hugged the urn and cried out loud. But my voice was all drowned out by the sound of the waves. Then I walked into the sea step by step. Until the cold seawater completely submerged me. The moment seawater flooded my nose, I only felt an unprecedented sense of liberation. It’s good to die too. These years, I’ve been too tired. As my consciousness faded away, I seemed to see my mother hugging me.

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  • The Price of Choosing Wrong

    I couldn’t believe it. Just because I pointed out an intern’s mistake in a meeting that could have cost the company millions, he felt humiliated and threatened to quit to the CEO’s fiancée. Without hesitation, Samantha stormed into my office and confronted me: “Couldn’t you have told him privately? Lucas is young and sensitive. Why did you have to embarrass him in front of everyone? Don’t forget his father is a major shareholder. Now you have two choices.” “One, I promote Lucas and make you his assistant. Then I’ll agree to announce our engagement.” “Two, you continue being arrogant, and we break up.” Seeing my silence, she smirked coldly: “I knew you wouldn’t pass up the chance to go public with our relationship.” “Now clear out your office for Lucas, and—” I cut her off calmly: “I’m sorry, but I choose option two.” “However, I’ll resign voluntarily. I wish you and Lucas a happy life together!” “Zachary, do you realize what you’re saying?” Samantha rushed over from behind her desk to confront me. It was the first time I’d seen her normally cool demeanor so shaken. I repeated quietly: “I quit. We’re done.” Ignoring her, I started packing up my personal belongings. I’d been with this company since its early days and had used this office for years. There was quite a bit to pack. I put my thermos, blanket and other items into a box, then organized my work files. Many of these were projects I was currently responsible for. A lot of clients only worked with us because of me, but I wouldn’t be able to see them through now. Samantha stared intently at my actions, her tone growing cold: “Zachary, you’re 34 this year. Getting to VP wasn’t easy. You know how brutal the job market is out there. Are you really going to throw it all away over this?” I said nothing, just printed out my resignation letter and signed it. Samantha’s frown deepened. Just then, Lucas the intern walked in carefully balancing a coffee mug. He glanced at me nervously. “Ms. Reid, is Zachary resigning to pressure me into leaving? Please don’t put yourself in a difficult position. Zachary’s been with the company much longer, I’ll go, I’ll go right away.” His eyes were red and brimming with tears. The hesitation in Samantha’s eyes immediately vanished, replaced by intense displeasure directed at me. “Zachary, I’ve given you an out. Why won’t you take it? Do you really think the company can’t function without you?” “Since you’re so determined to quit, fine. I’ll approve this resignation right now!” She snatched the letter from me, hastily signed it, and threw it back at me. Then she left, pulling Lucas along with her. Watching her cold demeanor, a wave of bitterness washed over me. Samantha and I had met in college. Back then, I came from a poor family and focused solely on my studies, often mocked by our classmates. It was Samantha who repeatedly stood up for me, chose to eat with me, even pursued me romantically. Throughout our four years of college, she was always gentle with me. After graduation, we started this business together, going through the toughest times side by side. We had promised to get married once the company stabilized. But everything changed when Lucas’s father became a major shareholder and placed him as an intern. Lucas was careless in his work and made frequent mistakes. Whenever I pointed them out for correction, Samantha would personally warn me not to bully the new guy. I argued that I was just looking out for the company’s interests, but she kept undermining me to protect Lucas. Now, just because I mentioned Lucas’s mistake in a meeting, she was using our relationship to force me to step aside. I should have let go a long time ago. After leaving the company, I immediately received a call from the HR department of Skyline Corp, the industry leader. “Mr. Foster, we heard you just resigned. I hope you don’t mind us reaching out. We’d like to extend another invitation for you to join us. Please consider it.” Over the years, many top companies had tried to headhunt me privately due to my excellent work performance. But I had devoted myself completely to Samantha, rejecting all offers and working tirelessly to build her company. Now I was left with nothing. They offered a salary three times higher than my current one, hoping I would consider. I finally agreed to meet the next day. I returned to the home Samantha and I shared, intending to pack my bags and leave. But when I opened the door, I saw Samantha in the kitchen, tenderly tying an apron around Lucas’s waist. “Ms. Reid, just stand back and watch. I promise the food I cook today will be exactly to your taste.” “Oh really? I’m quite picky, you know.” The two flirted and joked as if I wasn’t there, the atmosphere warm and intimate. A moment later, Samantha noticed my presence. The smile immediately vanished from her face as she said coolly: “Lucas, just cook for the two of us. Someone’s too proud to eat at home today anyway.” I knew she was taking a dig at me. I ignored her and bent down to change my shoes. Samantha frowned slightly, then lifted her chin to look at me: “Zachary, since you’re back, I assume you’ve realized your mistake.” “What are you standing there for? Go apologize to Lucas and ask for his forgiveness. I’m willing to overlook what happened this morning. I can even keep your position open at the company.” Seeing her superior attitude, I felt only coldness. No matter how close two people once were, we had truly grown apart. I still didn’t respond, just walked past her to the balcony to collect the laundry. Samantha’s face fell at being repeatedly ignored. She was about to speak when Lucas came over with a bowl of soup. He deliberately bumped into me, then let out an exaggerated cry of pain, falling to the ground with soup spilled all over himself! “Ah! It burns! Zachary, even if you resent me, you don’t have to go this far!” He clutched his reddened hand, tears streaming down his face. This was Lucas’s usual tactic for turning Samantha against me. At work, he would pretend to stay late, claiming I was overworking him. Or he’d spill water on himself and say I yelled at him. I used to ignore his antics, but this time, I didn’t want to let him have his way. Since he liked to say I bullied him, I’d give him what he wanted. Before Lucas could get up, I grabbed a plate from the table and dumped the food he’d just cooked all over him. Oily broth dripped from his hair as Lucas shrieked, tears flying. Samantha rushed over, roughly shoving me aside as she yelled: “Zachary, have you lost your mind?! Why do you keep targeting Lucas? You’ve disappointed me so much…” I smirked: “Disappointed? Good. Then we can go our separate ways from now on.” Samantha’s face flushed red with anger, speechless for a long moment. Lucas continued to cry pitifully, so she had no choice but to take him to the hospital. The apartment finally fell silent as the front door slammed shut. I let out a long breath, feeling some deep-rooted attachment slowly dissipate. With a bitter smile, I picked up my suitcase and walked out. Samantha, it’s truly over between us.

    I returned to my old bachelor apartment. I had bought and renovated it years ago but barely lived here, choosing to stay with Samantha instead. Just as I was about to call a cleaning service, Samantha’s name flashed on my phone. I expected her to berate me, but her tone was surprisingly gentle when she spoke: “Zachary, stop being childish. Lucas is kindhearted and won’t hold what you did against him.” “Take the afternoon off to rest at home. Tomorrow, you can go to the office as Lucas’s assistant and help him oversee the projects. We’ll get married in three days. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Hearing the conditions for marriage, I felt only mockery. Over the years, I had brought up getting married many times, but Samantha always found excuses to delay. Now she was finally agreeing, but only for another man’s sake. I was about to speak when Lucas’s affected, pitiful voice came through the phone: “It’s okay, Ms. Reid. If Zachary becomes my assistant, he’ll just target me even more. I… I’m scared…” “I’m no match for him. I’m too stupid…” “Don’t worry, Lucas. I won’t let Zachary bully you with me around,” Samantha quickly soothed him, her tone so patient it was as if he were her boyfriend. I frowned in disgust and cut in: “Make me his assistant? Is he even qualified?” “If you think Lucas is so capable, why does he need an assistant? Surely he can handle the projects on his own?” Samantha paused, then snapped: “Zachary, what’s your problem? I’ve agreed to marry you, what more do you want?” “I’m giving you a chance and you’re not taking it. Don’t regret this!” With that, she hung up. I ignored this little episode and continued arranging for the apartment to be cleaned. After tidying up, I was scrolling through industry news on the couch when Lucas suddenly sent me a video call request. When I answered, Lucas was lounging in Samantha’s CEO chair with a smug expression, panning the camera around the office. “Hey Zachary, guess what? Ms. Reid asked me to work in her office and even got me water herself. Ever been treated this well?” Samantha had always been obsessive about cleanliness and hated anyone touching things in her office. Even I wasn’t allowed in without permission. Clearly, Lucas was the exception. Seeing I didn’t respond, Lucas continued gloating: “Ms. Reid has transferred all your projects to me. She’s made me VP to fully replace you. Face it, you’re yesterday’s news!” I laughed coldly: “Is that so? Well, you’d better do a good job then. Try not to bankrupt your precious CEO’s company too quickly.” “You son of a—!” Lucas was about to curse when the sound of a door opening came through. The video cut off immediately! I shook my head in derision. If Samantha really trusted Lucas with all the projects, the company was doomed. The next morning, I went to Skyline for my interview and agreed to start soon. As I was leaving, I suddenly received notifications that several accounts had been unlinked. Samantha and I used to share logins for many apps, believing we were an inseparable couple. It seemed Samantha had just gotten home and discovered I’d moved out. No phone call, just silently unlinking everything. I could guess how angry she must be. But it no longer concerned me. Over the next two days, I was busy with the new job. Samantha didn’t contact me directly. She just kept updating her social media with photos of her and Lucas together. She even changed our couple profile pictures on some platforms to solid black. I knew she was waiting for me to reach out and make amends, but I no longer cared. On the third evening, I returned home to find a cardboard box outside my door labeled “For Zachary.” I brought it inside and opened it to find mementos of my relationship with Samantha. There was the first love letter she wrote confessing her feelings in college, the matching accessories she bought for us, photos from our travels, even a lip print on paper commemorating our first kiss… Looking at these items brought back many memories. But in the end, we had drifted apart. I tossed them one by one into a fire pit, lit a match, and watched the flames consume the flickering images of the past. Yet I felt strangely calm. Just then, my front door burst open. Samantha rushed in, her eyes wide with shock. She frantically grabbed the burning photos with her bare hands, frantically patting out the flames. Her voice was shrill with panic: “Zachary, what are you doing burning all this?!”

    It took great effort for Samantha to extinguish the flames. Her delicate hands were covered in blisters. She glared at me through tear-filled eyes: “Zachary, have you forgotten what these things meant to us? How could you burn them?!” I calmly asked: “Didn’t you send these over for me to get rid of? They’re useless now anyway. Might as well burn them.” Samantha stared at me in disbelief, seemingly shocked by how calm I was. After a long moment, she explained reluctantly: “Zachary, enough already. I admit that when you pointed out Lucas’s mistake at work, you were looking out for the company’s interests. I only asked you to apologize because Lucas is the son of a major shareholder.” “I know I hurt you. I’m sorry, okay? Come back as VP, on the same level as Lucas. Just try not to interfere with his work in the future. Is that good enough?” I silently looked at her, finding it all rather laughable. Samantha continued: “But there’s one condition. I hope you’ll apologize to Lucas before returning to the company. You did lay hands on him after all.” “As long as you can get him to forgive you, you can come back.” Hearing this, I suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. “Samantha, you’re really overestimating yourself. Did I ever say I wanted to go back? Asking me to apologize to Lucas? Frankly, he doesn’t deserve it.” Samantha’s face fell as I said this. She stood up angrily and slammed the door on her way out. The next morning at Skyline, I ran into Samantha and Lucas chatting happily as they approached the building. “Lucas, do well on this project and I’ll arrange a promotion for you.” “You’re so good to me, Ms. Reid.” As they were talking, Samantha spotted me and her expression immediately turned cold: “Zachary, what are you doing here?!” “Isn’t it obvious, Ms. Reid? Zachary must be too embarrassed to beg you at the office, so he came to intercept you here to get his job back.” Lucas smirked at me. Samantha’s expression softened slightly as she realized this, though she still put on a cold front: “I gave you a chance yesterday and you didn’t take it. Now you’re here pestering me again? Zachary, you really don’t know when to quit!” “Since you’re here, apologize to Lucas now.” She lifted her chin haughtily, once again the imperious CEO. Lucas looked at me smugly, putting on an act of magnanimity: “Oh come on, it’s fine. As long as Zachary doesn’t make things difficult for me at work in the future, we can get along as equals.” “No, he must apologize. Using physical violence crosses a line,” Samantha said coldly, sweeping her gaze over me. “This is non-negotiable.” I stared at their little act in disbelief. “Who said I came to apologize? I have no reason to go back to your company. Now if you’ll excuse me.” “Zachary, that’s enough! I’ve agreed to make you and Lucas equal VPs. What more do you want?” Samantha looked at me with disappointment. Lucas put on a knowing expression: “Oh, I get it. Zachary must be upset that I took over all his old projects. But Ms. Reid, he quit, so someone had to do the work.” “How about this – Zachary gets first pick of future projects, and I’ll take whatever’s left. That should be fair, right?” At this, Samantha’s eyes filled with even more disgust, as if I was being greedy and unreasonable. But I was truly exasperated. How could Lucas be so confident with his limited abilities? Wasn’t Samantha worried he’d mess things up? Whatever, it was no longer my concern. I shook my head without a word and turned to leave. Samantha was about to angrily berate me when her phone suddenly rang! Even without speakerphone, I could clearly hear the panicked voice on the other end: “Ms. Reid! We have a huge problem! There were serious errors in yesterday’s proposal that caused massive losses for the client. Now they’re threatening to sue the company! The project lead was… Lucas!” In an instant, Samantha’s face drained of color. She whipped around to stare at Lucas, her eyes sharp as knives. Lucas stumbled back a step, terrified. This marks the end of the free preview

    “Ms-Ms. Reid, there must be some misunderstanding.” Lucas stammered, then suddenly pointed at me: “All these projects were handed over from Zachary. He’s responsible too!” “Zachary, don’t think you can dump this mess on me just because you quit. Don’t even try it!” To prove his innocence, Lucas started playing the victim again, sniffling to Samantha: “Ms. Reid, I only took over Zachary’s projects. He must be framing me.” “Don’t you trust me at all?” Seeing his pitiful act, the suspicion in Samantha’s eyes melted into tenderness. She glanced at me with a frown, then said gently to Lucas: “Alright, let’s head back to the office and sort this out. Of course I believe you.” “If Zachary’s behind this, I’ll make sure he takes responsibility!” Before leaving, Samantha gave me a long, hard look. Lucas flashed a triumphant smirk as he left: “See that, Zachary? No matter what, Samantha will always believe me over you!” I just stared at him like he was an idiot, walking past him to the elevator. I couldn’t believe I’d witnessed such a farce on my way to work. That afternoon, I heard through the grapevine about what happened at Samantha’s company. Since I had previously handled all the projects, the clients trusted me and hadn’t questioned things too much. But this time Lucas was in charge, and he’d made a ton of mistakes causing serious losses. Now the client was threatening legal action after learning the project lead had been switched without notice. Samantha was scrambling to deal with the fallout. “Ms. Reid, I had no idea such a small issue could have such serious consequences.” “I’m so sorry, I really am.” “What do we do now? Should I go apologize to the client? Ms. Reid, please don’t ignore me. My heart is breaking.” A former coworker secretly recorded this conversation outside Samantha’s office. Upon confirming Lucas was truly responsible, and that he’d made basic, careless mistakes, Samantha exploded in anger! For the first time, she threw the rejected proposal documents in Lucas’s face in front of everyone. Lucas was completely stunned. He tried to cry and act pitiful again, but this time Samantha wasn’t moved. She stormed back to her office. Lucas chased after her, frantically apologizing. But Samantha wasn’t having any of it. In the past, whenever I caught Lucas’s mistakes and fixed them before any damage was done, Samantha always downplayed the issues and told me to be more lenient. Now that it was costing real money, she was no longer telling others to be understanding. She was furious that Lucas couldn’t handle even the simplest tasks. “Lucas, when Zachary used to point out your work problems, I defended you. I never imagined you could be this incompetent!” “I can’t stand the sight of you right now. Get out!” Lucas had never been scolded like this by Samantha before. His pride wounded, he ran out. The recording ended there. I sighed, thinking this was probably karma – you reap what you sow. I thought the incident would be over after they paid damages, but that evening, I found Samantha waiting outside my door.

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  • Shocking Reversal of a DINK Couple: The Husband Secretly Had a Child Outside, and the Mother-in-law Actually Played a Part in It!

    As soon as we got home, Lucas went to the balcony to answer a sudden phone call. “Little Lucas, my grandson is asking for his dad to come keep him company. Get over here quick!” “That Amber woman, just keep her company for show. The most important thing is not to let Jasmine and my grandson down.” His mother spoke without any restraint, her tone doting. Probably thinking I couldn’t hear from the living room, Lucas didn’t even bother to turn off the speakerphone. When he finished, he returned to the living room with a calm expression and tossed me the medical checkup appointment form, reminding me: “Amber, I think the kids at that orphanage in the south part of town are really good.” “Let’s go for our checkups tomorrow, and once we have the certificates ready, we’ll go adopt a child. Just imagine how happy we’ll be watching them grow up!” He spoke with a dreamy look on his face, reaching out to hug me as usual. But this time, I didn’t hug him back like I normally would. I just silently kept my distance from him. Noticing something was off, he paused slightly, about to ask what was wrong when another call came in. He fumbled to answer it, and immediately a shrill voice rang out. “You’re so slow just coming to see the kid. Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for that Amber woman?” “You talked a big game before about doing it for my love, but now you’re two-timing!” “Eating out while keeping an eye on what’s at home. What, are you planning to have a kid with Amber tomorrow too?” The woman on the phone fired off a barrage of accusations. Lucas hurriedly hung up and tried to explain to me. “Amber, it was a wrong number. What a coincidence, someone with the same name as you…” “Quite a coincidence indeed.” Looking at his face that showed not a hint of guilt, I couldn’t help but laugh. It really was quite a coincidence – the voice even sounded exactly like Jasmine’s. I silently sent a message urging my friend to hurry up with the divorce papers. Lucas seemed to think I had bought his excuse. He came over and tried to take my hand. I dodged without a word and played along with what he had said. “Weren’t we going to adopt a child? When are we doing that?” As soon as I said it, his face lit up with excitement: “Amber, you really agree? Then can we go for the checkups tomorrow?” “Then our beautiful love will be passed down through this adopted child.” He finished speaking and eagerly handed me the checkup appointment form he had pulled out. I had just reached out to take it when Lucas rushed out the door. “Amber, take a look at the appointment form first. If there are no issues, we’ll go for the checkups tomorrow. I need to take a client call first.” I said nothing, letting him leave. Walking to the door, I could hear his complaining tone coming through. “Honey, I’m sorry for hanging up on you earlier. But you know how clingy that Amber woman is. If I’m not careful and she finds out the truth, then goes running to George, it could ruin your happiness for life!” “Victory is within reach. In a couple days I’ll go through the motions at the orphanage and bring Andy home, swapping him in.” “You can push George to come check on his ex-wife as an excuse to see Andy. Won’t that work out perfectly?” “Let me go in first and mention it to her, then go see Andy. Tomorrow we’ll smoothly get the paperwork done and take Andy to Mom’s place first.” “Then our son – she’ll have to raise him whether she likes it or not. Don’t be angry anymore, okay?” His words were full of schemes against me, not at all how a married husband should treat his wife. But for Jasmine, he was all patience and persuasion. A sudden message notification sounded on my phone. It was from Jasmine. “Amber, do you really think Lucas loves you?” “Let me tell you, all I have to do is crook my finger and he comes running like a dog, ready to do whatever I say!” “Do you know where Lucas went before coming home? You couldn’t win George from me back then, and now it’s the same with Lucas!” Along with it she sent a revealing photo of her and Lucas embracing intimately in bed.

    Her words were full of smug triumph. Seeing I didn’t respond, she frantically kept asking. I simply turned off my phone screen. Jasmine didn’t know that I had long been aware of her affair with Lucas. As I sat back down on the couch, Lucas returned. He started chattering non-stop about plans for tomorrow’s checkup. “Amber, make sure to get ready early tomorrow morning. We’ll go for the checkups first thing, and once all the documents are in order, we’ll go adopt a child right away.” “Then the three of us can watch our child of love grow up every day and take care of us in our old age. Won’t that be wonderful!” His words were full of anticipation for the child’s arrival. Thinking I didn’t know about his child with Jasmine, he spoke completely naturally. I casually agreed. Soon his mother called again to urge him. “The guests have been waiting so long, you rascal still haven’t come over?” After making some excuses to me, Lucas had just left when there was a knock at the door. “You must be Aunt Amber. My dad said he’d let me move in in a few days. My mom told me to come get familiar with the place first.” “Oh right, you probably don’t know – my dad only truly loves my mom. My mom says you’re just a stand-in at best.” “All that love and devotion to you? It’s all an act my dad put on. Well? Impressed by his acting skills?” Opening the door, I saw a young boy’s face full of hostility towards me. He finished speaking and pulled out a thick stack of letters from his pocket, throwing them at my feet.

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  • My Husband Called Me Materialistic. He Went Crazy After I Left Him

    I called my husband 199 times when our daughter was in a life-threatening car accident. On the 200th call, his secretary finally answered. “Rachel, James is with me at a fashion show. He’s too busy to take your call,” she said coyly. Panicked and stuttering, I pleaded, “Please… please tell James to transfer me some money. Lily’s been in an accident.” But all I heard was James cursing in the background: “You’re just a gold digger, always asking for money!” “You’ve really gone crazy about money, even dragging our daughter into your act.” “It’d be better if she died. You won’t get a cent from me!” I tried to explain, but the line went dead with a harsh click. To raise the money, I was humiliated like a dog by his young secretary. After our daughter died from failed emergency treatment, James finally panicked. That morning, I was accompanying my daughter to her kindergarten’s outdoor rock climbing activity. We never expected to be involved in a massive traffic accident on the way there. Lily’s injuries were severe, and she lost consciousness immediately. I rushed her to the nearest hospital in a panic, only to discover that my phone balance was insufficient to cover the medical fees. I hurriedly called my husband, begging him to transfer some life-saving money. After 199 calls, the phone was finally answered. On the other end was his secretary’s coquettish voice: “Rachel, why are you looking for James? He’s with me at a fashion show and can’t be bothered with you.” “I don’t care what he’s doing! Tell him to take the phone and send me money. It’s a matter of life and death!” I shouted in desperation. I heard James cursing in the background: “Just a gold digger, always thinking about money!” I tried to explain, but the line went dead with a harsh click. I wanted to call back, but found I had been blocked. Around me, children and adults were being rushed into emergency rooms one by one. I looked at my unconscious daughter, holding her injured leg in despair. “This child needs immediate treatment. Life is more important than money!” the doctor advised me earnestly, seeing that I was hesitating to pay the medical fees. Suddenly, Lily turned to her side and vomited. I hurried to support her. “Baby, baby, are you okay?” Lily looked at me with a weak smile. This girl had always been so understanding. James never cared about us, mother and daughter, so she always tried to be well-behaved and sensible, hoping her father would notice her more. James had always thought I was a gold digger. Although his family was wealthy, he only gave me $500 a month for living expenses. For any other expenditures, I had to write a report and go through layers of approval. I thought that if I didn’t keep any private savings and focused on taking care of everything at home, he would eventually realize he had misjudged me, and we could live happily as a family. I scrimped and saved every day to control expenses, just so my daughter could have an extra bite of meat. But I never imagined that because of this, at this critical moment when my daughter’s life was at stake, I would be so destitute that I couldn’t even pay for her medical treatment. I took out my phone and tapped on James’s profile picture on SnapChat. I sent a video call request, but it was rejected. I tried again, and it was rejected again… With no other choice, I recorded a video. Lily was lying on a hospital bed in the corridor. “Lily, call Daddy. Ask Daddy for some money to save your life.” I stared at Lily expectantly, my voice choked with tears. Surely James would help save Lily if he saw this video. After all, Lily was his own flesh and blood. Lily obediently opened her mouth with difficulty: “Daddy, I… it hurts… save… me…” After saying these few words, she fell unconscious again. I sent the video to him, and he replied with two voice messages. “You’ve really gone crazy about money, even dragging our daughter into your act.” “It’d be better if she died. You won’t get a cent from me!” When I tried to send another message, I only received a red exclamation mark. It stung my heart, and my eyes welled up with tears. He had blocked me.

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  • The Substitute

    Have you ever read those romantic fantasy novels about a CEO’s substitute wife? Well, that’s me. Actually, I can’t really call myself a wife. We weren’t married yet, so let’s just say I was the substitute girlfriend. Before I discovered this, I was the envy of everyone around me. I graduated from a prestigious university, landed a job at a well-known company, and of course, the main reason for everyone’s envy was my handsome and wealthy CEO boyfriend. Just like in those romantic fantasy novels, the CEO fell in love with me at first sight. He showed no hesitation in pursuing me, showering me with roses, expensive gifts, and heartfelt confessions. I fell for him quickly. After all, who wouldn’t like a handsome, rich boyfriend who was completely devoted to you? I certainly did. Many people warned me that he might just be playing around or had some ulterior motive. Some were jealous, while others genuinely cared about me. But he proved them all wrong with his actions. For three years, he showered me with care and affection, remembered every anniversary, always spoke to me kindly no matter what, and never neglected me because of work. Even our first time together only happened after he had asked for my consent. Everything seemed perfect and harmonious. Until I had the sudden urge to check his phone. I’ve always been a trusting girlfriend. Even though many people told me to keep an eye on my boyfriend, warning me that he was too good-looking and wealthy not to attract other women, I never took their words to heart. Because he really didn’t seem like the type to flirt around. He wouldn’t get close to any woman except me. Even his friends asked me what magic I had used to make him so devoted to me. I said, maybe it’s because he loves me enough. So when he told me he was going to attend a college reunion and might come home late, I didn’t think much of it. I even told him to have fun. Of course, I didn’t stop to wonder why someone who hated social gatherings and barely kept in touch with his college classmates would suddenly want to attend a meaningless reunion. That night, we broke many firsts. It was the first time he came home after midnight, the first time he got drunk, the first time I checked his phone, and the first time I couldn’t sleep. He had always been a good boyfriend. Even when he went out, he would never come home after midnight or get drunk. At most, he would be slightly tipsy. I used to suspect that maybe his alcohol tolerance was too high, so he never got drunk. Now I realize I was overthinking. No one can’t get drunk; it’s just that they haven’t drunk enough, or rather, there wasn’t anything that could make them drink that much. In the past, every time he came back from a social gathering, slightly tipsy, he liked to bury his face in my arms, reeking of alcohol, and whisper sweet nothings to me. I quite enjoyed it, and even wondered what he would be like if he really got drunk. Now I’ve seen it. He’s still charming, still good at sweet talk, but the name he’s calling isn’t mine. In our three years together, I had never heard this name, neither from his mouth nor from anyone else’s. He had protected this name so well that if it weren’t for his drunken state, he probably would never have let it slip. Sophia. It’s a beautiful name. That night, as I helped him, drunk and stumbling, into bed, I heard him say, “I love you.” I couldn’t help but smile. Even after three years, he was still so cheesy. Just as I was about to respond, he uttered that name. “Sophia.” “I love you, Sophia.” I’m certain it wasn’t just drunken mumbling because that night he called this name countless times. “Sophia, I miss you so much.” “Sophia, I really love you.” “Sophia… Sophia… Sophia…” Even if I were a fool, I could figure out what was going on. The reunion, the drinking, it was all for one person. And that person wasn’t me. As if possessed, I picked up his phone. You could say he was a good boyfriend in this aspect too. His phone never had a password, allowing me to check it anytime. Of course, I was also a good girlfriend. This was the first time in three years that I had opened his phone. That night, I read through thousands of chat messages. Of course, they were all one-sided. They were thousands of messages he had sent to Sophia, with no replies from the other side. Starting from five years ago. Every day, he would send Sophia a few messages, telling her about his day, about the weather, about how much he missed her. Never stopping. “Sophia, I met a girl today. She looks a lot like you.” The day I started my job. “Sophia, I’m going to pursue her.” The day he started chasing me. “Sophia, are you jealous?” The day we got together. “Sophia, I moved to a new place. It has a spacious, bright balcony, a huge smart TV, and a waterbed. All the things you like.” The day we moved in together. “Sophia, she looks so much like you in a red dress.” Six months into our relationship, he bought me a closet full of red dresses. “Sophia, we had a fight today. She looks just like you when she’s angry. You both like to say you don’t love me anymore.” Our first fight. We were both angry and ignoring each other until I said, “You don’t love me anymore.” Only then did he come to comfort me. “Sophia…” “Sophia…” “Sophia…” Just a light press on the letter ‘S’, and the keyboard would automatically suggest ‘Sophia’. Who knows how many times he had typed it? Only he knew. No wonder he always liked to back up his chat history over and over again. I thought it was because he had important documents he was afraid of losing. No wonder he liked me in red dresses, no wonder he always wanted me to wear makeup that didn’t suit me, no wonder he always wanted me to let my hair down, no wonder his eyes were always full of stars when he looked at me. All of these were Sophia’s. I was just a cuckoo in the nest. I didn’t cry. Not a single tear fell. I just threw away all the red dresses, cut my hair short, and removed everything that resembled Sophia from my surroundings. Except for my face. I found a photo of Sophia and him, carefully hidden at the bottom of his photo album. In the photo, Sophia was wearing a vibrant red dress, with cute makeup, her hair down, happily making a peace sign at the camera. And him, by her side, turning his head to look at her with eyes full of tenderness. That look I knew all too well. I have to say, he was really lucky. The Sophia in the photo really did look a lot like me. If I didn’t know for sure that my mom only had one daughter, I might have wondered if she was my twin sister. The next morning, I made hangover soup and waited for him to wake up. Everything seemed the same as before, yet everything felt different. I didn’t ask him why he got drunk last night, nor did I question him about who Sophia was. But he questioned me, asking why I had cut my hair. I touched my unevenly cut hair and said I wanted to try short hair. It was ugly, I knew. Because I had cut it myself in the bathroom last night with rusty scissors. My hair that I had been growing for seven years. He didn’t say anything more, but I could see he was angry. Angry as he was, he didn’t argue with me. He just silently suppressed that anger. But he couldn’t suppress it for long. Because he discovered that all the red dresses in the closet had disappeared. Just like in the morning, he asked me where the dresses went. “Thrown away.” He smashed many things in the house, even raised his hand, but the moment he saw my face, he put it down again. This face really was useful. Then he calmed himself down again, gently coaxing me, saying it didn’t matter if the dresses were gone, he could buy me more. It didn’t matter if my hair was cut, he could take me to get extensions, or I could grow it out again. I refused. I clearly told him that I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t grow my hair long again, nor would I wear red dresses again. He angrily shouted out the sentence he had been wanting to say. “Do you know! You look like this! You don’t look like…” He caught himself and didn’t continue, but even if he didn’t say it, I knew what the second half of the sentence was. I didn’t look like Sophia anymore. Later, he slammed the door and left, not returning home for a week. I went to work as usual, came home as usual, cooked as usual, slept as usual. It seemed that apart from having one less person by my side, there wasn’t much difference. A week later, he came back, apologized to me, not very sincerely. I could even see the suppressed anger in his eyes. I knew he would come back, because I had this face. I didn’t say anything, we continued to interact like before. Only now, I started to avoid everything that resembled Sophia. Sophia liked red dresses, so I insisted on wearing pants. Sophia had long hair, so I insisted on short hair. Sophia liked cute makeup, so I insisted on dramatic Western-style makeup. I didn’t confront him, not because I was weak, but because I wanted to give both of us a chance. If he could accept me like this, rather than as a copy of Sophia like before, I would pretend nothing had happened and continue to be with him. At first, he was indeed very angry and somewhat resistant to me. But as time went on, he seemed to slowly accept it. He started taking me to pants stores, accompanying me to regular haircuts, and the way he looked at me was no longer as deeply affectionate as before. But I was happy, because he finally wasn’t looking through me at someone else. Those deeply affectionate looks from before were never meant for me anyway. And most importantly. The frequency of his messages to Sophia started to decrease. I would still occasionally check his phone, still without a password. His messages to Sophia went from several times a day, to once a day, to once a week, to once a month, and now, he hadn’t sent a message to Sophia for three months. When I scrolled through the records, I had to scroll for a long time before I found that familiar chat box. Everything was slowly getting better. Sophia no longer appeared, and we were gradually falling in love. In the fifth year of our relationship, he proposed to me. Just like the day he confessed, the ground was covered with flowers, but instead of Sophia’s favorite roses, it was my favorite baby’s breath. Him on one knee, a dove egg-sized diamond ring, and the blessings of friends. I accepted. The diamond ring was beautiful, and I heard that men could only buy one ring from this brand in their lifetime. That night, I stared at that diamond ring and smiled foolishly for a long time. For me, this wasn’t just a diamond ring, it was my reassurance. I could almost be certain that I was no longer Sophia’s substitute. My boyfriend, no, now my fiancé, was with me because he liked me, and proposed to me because he liked me. There were ten days until the engagement party. He was tense every day, afraid of doing something wrong, pulling me to practice every procedure over and over again. I was both annoyed and amused. All my rest time was taken up by his rehearsals, but this also showed how much he valued our engagement party, so I was still happy. If it weren’t for that text message. That night, he was holding me as usual, letting me rest my head on his arm, playing with my hair. His phone rang with a message notification at an inopportune moment. He casually picked it up to look. Just for a second, just one second, I felt his body stiffen, somewhat unnaturally. I asked him curiously what was wrong. He vaguely said he wanted to go to the bathroom, slowly withdrew his arm, and took his phone to the bathroom. He wasn’t gone for long, just the normal time for a man to use the bathroom, but I didn’t hear the sound of flushing. When he came out of the bathroom, he was the same as usual, showing no change at all. Unfortunately, a woman’s sixth sense is terrifyingly accurate. That night, I struggled for a while before I managed to take his phone out from under his pillow. He had never put his phone under his pillow before. I opened his chat with Sophia, there were no new messages. As if possessed, I clicked on his text messages. At the top was a text from a girl saved as “Sophia”. Before this, I had never seen this phone number, nor had I seen this contact name. I guess they must have gotten back in touch. “Henry, I’m coming back to the country the day after tomorrow. Are you free? I’d like to talk to you.” “Is it you, Sophia?” “Yes.” “What time is your flight the day after tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up.” “No need to trouble yourself. I’ll send you the meeting address when I arrive. I’m a bit busy now, talk to you later.” He sent Sophia a few more texts, but there was no reply from the other side. I guess she must have gone to take care of something. Before this, I had always thought Sophia was someone who would never appear, either dead or unable to meet him for some special reason. That’s why I chose to stay, vainly attempting to pull him back to my side with my sincerity. After reading the texts, I closed the phone, stared at my soundly sleeping fiancé for a long time, before putting the phone back under his pillow and hugging him to continue sleeping. The night before Sophia was to return to the country, I got my period. I’ve always been physically weak, and every time it’s excruciatingly painful. I used to think that the monthly period was a torture for me, but this time was different. I dragged my pain-wracked body to take a cold shower. I decided to gamble with my own body. Sure enough, the next day I had a high fever. I wanted to see who he would choose between a fiancée with her period and a high fever, and a long-lost love about to get off a plane. In the end, he chose his long-lost love. I could endure the bone-chilling pain and the uncomfortable high fever, but his long-lost love couldn’t come out of the airport without someone to help her with her luggage. My five years of sincere love, at this moment, lost completely. Before he left, all he cared about was whether his hairstyle was messy, whether his clothes fit well, and whether his cologne smelled good. I had never seen him like this before. Cautious, yet extremely happy. So happy that he forgot there was a fiancée curled up in pain at home. I cancelled the engagement party, packed all my things with a high fever, and moved out of the house we had lived in for four years. I cleaned out everything about me in the house, as if I had never been there. What I couldn’t take with me, I threw away. I only left him a note and that ring. The ring he could only buy once in his lifetime wasn’t meant for me. Later, I went away for a month to clear my mind. After adjusting my emotions, I joined a new company. Actually, I should thank him. Being with a CEO did have its benefits. He taught me many things that ordinary employees couldn’t learn. With my qualifications and the experience he taught me, I advanced quickly. In fact, many companies had offered me positions years ago, with better treatment and salary than my original company, but I had refused them all. Because I wanted to be with him. But that doesn’t matter now. I’ve started a new life, and actually, long before I discovered Sophia’s existence, I had taken out a loan to buy a house for myself. So even after breaking up, I still had a house, savings, and a job. I was still the same enviable person I was before. “What happened next? Did he try to find you?” “He did, but how could I let him find me? Once I decided to leave, I left completely.” “What if he wanted to meet Sophia to clear things up and never contact her again? Isn’t that how it usually goes in novels?” “Novels are just novels, fairy tales are just fairy tales. From the moment he could leave me with a high fever and pain to find his long-lost love, we were destined never to meet again in this life.” “Ah~” The person in front of me sighed and pouted, “Aren’t you sad? After all, you were together for five years.” I touched my neat short hair and smiled, “I cut off seven years of long hair, what’s a five-year relationship compared to that?” The little girl in front of me still seemed unsatisfied. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but I interrupted her, “Alright, stop being nosy. Have you finished today’s work? If you don’t finish, you can’t join us for dinner tonight.” “No, no, no, I’ll go do it right away. I promise to complete the task before clocking out!” Watching Emily leave, I let out a long sigh, finally relieved. Emily is a new intern. The company assigned her to me for mentoring. This little girl has just graduated, lively and cheerful, with an endearing naivety, very much like how I used to be. Maybe because of this reason, we quickly became close. During our free time, we like to gather and chat about gossip, and eventually, we started talking about ourselves. Although she’s a bit nosy, she wouldn’t spread other people’s private matters around. Unable to resist her constant questioning, I told her my story. Looking at her retreating figure, I felt a strange sense of comfort in my heart. It’s been over half a year since Henry and I broke up. At first, I really did go through a period of feeling depressed all day, occasionally drowning my sorrows in alcohol. But after so much time has passed, now when I think of him, I feel no ripples in my heart at all. Time really is the best medicine. In the evening, during the company’s monthly dinner, everyone was drinking happily when suddenly the restaurant lost power, plunging everything into darkness. I was about to call a waiter to ask what was going on when a beam of light slowly lit up in the center of the restaurant, shining on one person. I followed the light and saw it was Andrew. Seeing it was him, I frowned instinctively. Andrew is my senior from university and also my current boss. Half a year ago when I broke up with Henry, I went traveling abroad to adjust my mood. He somehow found out about it, flew abroad personally to find me, and invited me to help out at his company. Actually, I didn’t want to come at first. Firstly, because I didn’t want to work under someone I knew, and secondly, because he had pursued me before. When I was in school, Andrew’s name was well-known. Almost everyone in the school knew about him. Not because he was exceptionally outstanding, but because he was too much of a playboy. The speed at which he changed girlfriends truly lived up to the saying, “Women are like clothes.” For ordinary people, they would wear a piece of clothing for at least a year, or at least a few months even if they didn’t like it much. But Andrew was different. He was a genuine rich second generation. He would discard clothes after wearing them once, not even bothering to wash them. It was the same with girlfriends. But even so, countless girls still wanted to be his girlfriend. The reasons were simple: Andrew was smooth-talking, good-looking, and rich. In just a short year, Andrew had gone through most of the girls in his major. Although not many girls spoke ill of Andrew after breaking up with him, the speed at which he changed girlfriends still made everyone label him as a playboy. Later, Andrew met me. To be honest, even now I don’t know what Andrew liked about me. We had only met once at the freshman welcome party, and Andrew started his crazy pursuit. I had heard of his reputation as soon as I entered school, so of course I wouldn’t accept his pursuit. I thought that such a playboy would give up after being rejected a few times, but I didn’t expect him to become more persistent with each setback. He didn’t give up for three years in college, constantly pursuing me, and even declared in school that if anyone dared to pursue me besides him, he would make their life miserable. There were indeed a few who didn’t believe him and tried to pursue me, but they all gave up soon. Later, he graduated, and I thought I could finally get rid of him, but I didn’t expect him to still wait for me at my dormitory door every day, sending me flowers and saying some cheesy love words. “What you can’t have is always alluring.” I felt that Andrew’s pursuit only proved this saying. He had never failed in pursuing girls before, and I was the first one to give him a hard time. So I don’t believe he had much true feelings. This situation only improved when I got together with Henry. After I graduated, his waiting place moved from my dormitory door to my company door. That day, he was still waiting for me at the company door as usual, but I walked out holding Henry’s hand. He stared at us blankly for a while, but still handed me the flowers in his hand. I didn’t take them. I raised my hand that was holding Henry’s and told him, “I already have a boyfriend.” At that time, we had known each other for nearly five years, but it was the first time I saw such a hurt look in his eyes. In my impression, he was always a smiling playboy. I had rejected his pursuit countless times, thrown the flowers he sent into the trash countless times, but he had never shown me such a look. He was always smiling, if rejected he would try again, if the flowers were thrown away he would buy more. In those five years, I had said harsh words to him countless times, but none of them seemed to hurt him as much as “I already have a boyfriend.” His smile froze on his face, his eyes flickered, he didn’t say anything more, took back the flowers, and left. After that, I never saw him again, until I broke up with Henry. He traveled abroad alone to find me, asking me to come to his company. Thinking of this, when I looked up at Andrew again, he was already walking towards me with a bouquet of baby’s breath. I knew what he was going to do, and my frown deepened. I said in a voice only the two of us could hear, “You said we would only talk about work.” Andrew had indeed said this, he promised me this half a year ago abroad. At that time, when he invited me to his company, I flatly refused. But he seemed to know what I was worried about and said he was only inviting me to the company because he admired my abilities. We would only talk about work, and he would treat me the same as any other employee. If I didn’t believe him, I could try working for a while first. I couldn’t resist his persistence and sincerity, and after investigating, I found that his company indeed had great potential and room for growth, so I joined his company. After staying for a while, it was indeed as he said. He never gave me any special treatment, and I would be scolded and have my salary deducted if I made mistakes. So I became more at ease and stayed. But I didn’t expect that just a week after I signed a five-year labor contract, he would fall back into his old habits. This was all his calculation. He smiled and answered me, “As compensation for not keeping my word, I’ll give myself to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh, “Brother, is this compensation?” He flipped his hair, “Isn’t it? Where else can you find such a handsome boyfriend?” We whispered for a while longer, and finally, amidst the cheering of the company crowd, I smiled and accepted the flowers from Andrew’s hand. However, at the moment I took the flowers, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing by outside the restaurant. When I turned to look, the person was gone. I didn’t think much of it and sat back down, holding Andrew’s hand. Not long after the dinner party, I felt that the atmosphere in the company seemed a bit strange. The colleagues around me weren’t as enthusiastic in greeting me as before, and the way they looked at me had an indescribable feeling. Some seemed to want to say something to me but then held back. After a few days of this awkwardness, Emily suddenly burst into my office, “Sis! Someone is slandering you online!” I was organizing files and felt a bit confused, “Huh?” Emily seemed to have run in a hurry, panting heavily as she spoke, “It’s… it’s your ex-boyfriend… he… he posted something online… saying you… saying you…” “Saying what about me? Don’t rush, take your time.” I patted Emily’s back, letting her sit down. “He said you’re fickle! That you abandoned him for your career and money, and that you seduced our boss!” Emily finally finished her sentence, followed by another bout of heavy breathing. I couldn’t help but frown, feeling a bit upset. We’ve been broken up for half a year, why isn’t he living well with his Sophia? Why jump out now to slander me? Emily found the original post and sent it to me. I looked at the time, it was already a week old. When it was first posted, it caused a small stir, but it didn’t become widely known. But for some reason, the views and shares of the post suddenly increased these past few days, as if someone had given it a push behind the scenes. I only read a few lines before I knew this post must have been written by someone Henry paid a high price to write. It was full of distortions and lies, and although the post seemed to be Henry’s diary, it was constantly vilifying me, both explicitly and implicitly. The post detailed our meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, and even some private matters after we started dating. Even the gifts and red envelopes he sent me on holidays were written about in thousands of words. In short, after reading the entire post, the public would only get two pieces of information: One, Henry loved me very much. Two, I, a fresh graduate who knew nothing, used Henry to climb the social ladder and then abandoned him, seducing another man. In other words, he loved me, loved me very much, loved me so much that he would have cut out his heart for me. And we were about to get engaged, but I abandoned him because I found someone better than him, even canceling our planned engagement party. In short, I was a bad woman who loved money and fame, while Henry was a poor, devoted good man. The post also included some of our chat records and intimate photos. Some resourceful netizens used these photos to find me, Henry, and Andrew. Of course, they mainly found me, because in their eyes, I was now the bad woman, while Henry and Andrew were just victims I had deceived. After finding out my identity, the netizens became even more excited, holding up the banner of justice to condemn me. I glanced at it for a while and found that Andrew’s company’s stock was also plummeting. As I was getting annoyed reading this, my phone suddenly rang. I answered it without thinking, but as soon as I picked up, a stream of abuse came from the other end, using all kinds of nasty and vicious words. I got annoyed and hung up. But I didn’t expect this was just the beginning. After the first call, countless calls came in one after another, all abusing me when I picked up. It seems my personal information had been dug up by those people online. Or maybe, Henry had deliberately released it. Anyway, no matter what, my phone didn’t stop all morning. Calls, texts, WhatsApp messages, all non-stop. I didn’t dare to turn off my phone, afraid of missing important client calls. By the end of the day, I was exhausted both physically and mentally. I finally made it to the end of the workday, thinking I could finally go home and rest well, but I didn’t expect a large crowd to be waiting to ambush me at the company entrance. I didn’t notice at first, until I walked out the door and heard someone shout, “That bitch is out!” Only then did I realize a large group of people had gathered at the door, each holding a phone, frantically taking photos as soon as they saw me. I couldn’t help but think of those scenes in TV dramas where prisoners are paraded through the streets, with a crowd of people throwing rotten vegetables and rotten eggs at them. In the past, the public used violence to condemn those they thought were wrong. Now, the public uses words to condemn those they think are wrong. Thinking about it, I couldn’t figure out which was more hurtful. But no matter what, this was a form of harm. The company’s security guards hadn’t expected this situation and couldn’t hold back so many people. Some people had almost pushed their phones into my face. I couldn’t dodge in time, and I don’t know who pushed me, but I fell backwards. I instinctively closed my eyes, estimating that this fall would be quite bad. The expected pain didn’t come. I fell into a reassuring embrace. I opened my eyes to look at the person in front of me. It was Andrew. Before I could say anything, he helped me up, “I’m sorry, I’m late.” After saying this, he held my hand. I followed him all the way to the underground parking lot, shaking off those persistent people. Looking at his panting appearance, I thought of the company’s stock and the crowd at the door, and couldn’t help but sigh, “I’m sorry.” He caught his breath and asked me, “Why are you apologizing?” I blinked, “It’s all because of me that the company has so much trouble…” He smiled and came closer, ruffling my hair, “It’s not your fault.” I dodged his hand, “If it weren’t for me, the company’s stock wouldn’t…” “It has nothing to do with you.” He interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He put his hands on my shoulders, “None of this has anything to do with you. It’s all him slandering you. I know that.” I looked up, meeting his eyes, “You believe me?” He nodded, “I do.” At that moment, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart, an indescribable feeling. “Besides,” he muttered softly, but I heard it clearly, “you haven’t agreed to be my girlfriend yet, so what’s written up there isn’t true at all.” “From what you’re saying, you believe me just because this part he wrote isn’t true?” I raised an eyebrow. “No, no, no!” He hurriedly waved his hands, “I mean I know everything he wrote is false, it’s just… it’s just that I wish the part about you being with me was true…” I couldn’t help but laugh. That day I did accept Andrew’s flowers, but I didn’t agree to be with him. I took the flowers from his hand just because I didn’t want him to be embarrassed in front of so many people. Later when he sent me home, I told him very clearly. I said I had just ended a failed relationship not even half a year ago, and I wasn’t ready to enter a new relationship. He smiled and didn’t say anything, just sent me a WhatsApp message after sending me home. — It’s okay, we have a long time ahead of us. “What are you thinking about?” Andrew snapped his fingers in front of me, pulling me back from my memories. I smiled, “Nothing.” “Then get in the car.” Andrew opened the passenger door. “Where are we going?” I sat in the car. “My place.” Hearing Andrew say this, my hand that was about to fasten the seatbelt paused, “Your place?” “Don’t overthink it,” Andrew slid into the driver’s seat, “I’m worried that your home address might have been leaked too, it could be dangerous, so I’m taking you to my place to stay for a while.”

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  • What Happened to the Girl Who Was Kept by Someone at a Young Age?

    I’m Lucy, 23 years old. A few days ago, I told Mr. Thompson, “Let’s break up.” When I said “break up,” I felt unsure because I knew I wasn’t really his “girlfriend.” My “ex” Mr. Thompson is thirty-one years older than me. He has a family abroad, but during our three years together, I never felt mistreated. On my 23rd birthday, Mr. Thompson couldn’t accompany me. He sent me a generous cash gift. He left a voice message saying he’d be home at 10 PM. That meant I needed to be at his villa before then, showered, dressed, and ready to do whatever he liked. But that night, I was distracted. He noticed and asked if something was bothering me. I nodded and said, “I want to get married.” “Are you sure?” I nodded again and said we should break up. He fell silent. I knew he was angry. In the past, I would have cuddled up to him, softly saying, “Don’t be mad.” But this time, I didn’t. He stood up in his robe, poured half a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. “What do you have without me?” he asked, his voice soft but authoritative. It’s true. Without Mr. Thompson, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I’m from a single-parent family. Coming to this big city for a second-tier college was the best my mother could do for me. The day she sent me off to school was her first time riding the subway, her first time seeing skyscrapers. She said it was wonderful, that I should put down roots here and bring her over someday. I loved this place too. The luxury cars, the stores with handbags worth thousands, the haute cuisine and French restaurants you only see in movies, the wealthiest people in the country. But I couldn’t stay. Graduates from my college earned only about $500 a month, but the cheapest apartment here cost over $500 per square foot. Later, while working part-time at a bar, I met Mr. Thompson. He wore a Richard Mille watch. He was older but well-groomed, with a tailored suit and a fit physique. Even after drinking, he remained gentle and reserved. He was my perfect target. I sent Cindy, the bar manager, a big tip and told her if table 37 asked for company, it had to be me. That night, I sat next to Mr. Thompson but spent the whole time chatting and drinking with another client. This was Cindy’s strategy. She said if you want to attract someone, turn your back to them, make them want you. “The person you’re entertaining isn’t the one you’re after. Get the one you’re with drunk, then wait in the alley by the parking lot exit. Don’t wear a coat, the colder the better. Wait for the one you want to offer you a ride.” That night, it drizzled. I waited from 1 AM until 3 AM, finally seeing Mr. Thompson’s car. Later, he told me he knew I was waiting for him. He saw through everything. He said he didn’t like girls with such obvious intentions. But when it started raining and he saw I hadn’t left, he softened. I was barely 20 then, my first time riding in a Maserati, my first time staying in a villa. Mr. Thompson gave me a card with unlimited spending and a $25,000 monthly cash withdrawal limit. I calculated that if I maxed it out every month, in just over two years, I could buy a small two-bedroom apartment in this city and bring my mom over. But I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t be so presumptuous. From then on, I accompanied Mr. Thompson on business trips, vacations, and cocktail parties. Sometimes I wouldn’t return to school for weeks at a time. Last year, I officially dropped out. The administrator who stamped my papers looked me up and down, her gaze so sharp I felt like my expensive clothes were stripped away in an instant. She smirked, saying, “I guess you don’t need this degree anymore.” I thought if I was careful, this life could continue. There was nothing bad about being with Mr. Thompson. I could treat him like my “boyfriend” and enjoy this “romance.” I was lost in this fantasy until two weeks ago when Mr. Thompson found a new flame. A girl even younger than me. The housekeeper told me this. He showed me her photo – taller than me, with a face like a minor, a small-time celebrity. The housekeeper said, “Mr. Thompson started a film company this year. There will be plenty of girls like her from now on.” “I see.” “Also, Mr. Thompson is going abroad for about a week. He’s not taking you this time.” As he said this, his tone became increasingly mocking. “You can still stay here during that time.” That night, lying alone in Mr. Thompson’s master bedroom, I couldn’t sleep. Of course, Mr. Thompson wasn’t my “boyfriend.” Mr. Thompson was my sugar daddy. We had an employer-employee relationship. He could hire another, hire many more, or fire me at any time without reason. I went into the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast, and started crying. It was then that I understood Cindy’s words. “For people like us, 23 is a turning point.” I’m 23 this year. “College graduates are 23. After 23, you’re not standard anymore. No matter how well you take care of yourself, no matter how carefree you act, you lose that quality. Age can’t be fooled.” “But the bosses always like them young.” [Cutoff point] 0

    “Is it because I found another girl?” He took a sip of his drink and smiled. “So you’ve learned to be jealous?” Just one drink. With just one drink, he regained his composure. I guess I didn’t matter much to him at all. “You’re right, you’re 23 now. You’ve been sensible these past few years. Not like those girls who always dream of marrying me.” “Thank you, Mr. Thompson.” He sat down beside me, his large hand resting on my leg. “What are your plans now?” “I want… to travel.” “Alright. Since you’ve decided to leave, go to the housekeeper tomorrow for some money. I’ll treat you to dinner in the evening.” I nodded. Indeed, I needed this “severance pay” from him. He thought for a moment. “Do you need me to arrange a job for you?” I shook my head. “So… you’ll stay in New York?” Seeing I didn’t answer, he added, “I don’t mean anything by it. Just thought we might get together sometime in the future.” Of course, I didn’t misunderstand his intention. Get together anytime, for what? Just to book a room? What else was there between us? I remained silent, neither refusing nor agreeing directly. “Let’s not talk about this. Get some sleep. I have a meeting early tomorrow. Don’t forget to make me breakfast.” The next day, I moved out of Mr. Thompson’s villa. He gave me a generous severance package. Combined with what I’d saved over the years, I had about $250,000 – enough to live in this city for over a decade. But not enough to settle down. I guess that’s why those “girls” Mr. Thompson mentioned wanted to marry him. After being a mistress for years, I still couldn’t stay. I called Cindy and talked for a long time. She said, “Did you really think being a mistress for a few years would let you settle down in a big city? Don’t dream, girl. Our bodies and faces combined aren’t worth as much as those plots of land. You’ve got to keep hustling.” “But don’t worry, you don’t have to hustle yourself. The urgent task is to find someone who can hustle for you. Get married.” 03 Cindy was the bar owner where I worked part-time. She always looked out for me. She said I didn’t look like the type of girl who’d work in such a place. “Seeing you dressed like them makes me a bit sad.” She said she used to do this too, and was even more popular than me. In the era when internet images loaded slowly, bosses had few channels to find beautiful women, so someone like Cindy was especially precious. Bosses bought her jewelry and bags, took her traveling around the world. But no one married her. “You must get out of this life, as soon as possible,” she told me after I broke up with Mr. Thompson. “Youth is the biggest capital for people like us. Every day you delay marriage, you lose a day of your worth.” “But getting married isn’t hard, especially for us. So stop drinking at my place every day. You won’t find good men here. You need to go out and fish.” Cindy suggested I travel abroad, to America or Europe, because the expensive flights and high living costs would at least filter out the poorest men. Later, I set my sights on a small island called Tasmania in Australia. A heart-shaped island. Not just for the romance, but because it was far away. The farther, the more I felt I could escape my past with Mr. Thompson. In Tasmania, I met Jack. 04 – Jack Lucy was the most perfect girlfriend I’d ever had. I met her during my graduation trip to Australia. The day we met was like a fairy tale. There’s an island in Australia called Tasmania, shaped like a heart. It’s considered the holy grail of Australian tourist destinations. I had been studying for my master’s in Australia for over a year, too busy with coursework to date. So I was hoping for a bit of romance during the trip. Luckily, Lucy was in the Chinese tour group I joined. I was sitting in the back of the bus when I saw her board and take a seat in the third row by the aisle. Just those few steps from the door to her seat were enough to make my heart skip a beat. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, she wore a light camisole top and tight jeans, with a sliver of ankle visible between the jeans and her sneakers, so delicate it looked like you could encircle it with one hand. Her face was pure, with eyes reminiscent of the actress in that old TV series “Chinese Paladin” from over a decade ago. I’m not a shy person. While the bus wasn’t full yet, I counted down in my head – three, two, one – then got up and sat next to her. We talked for the entire bus ride around the island. Not just talking, of course. While making her laugh, I also casually probed for her basic information, and she seemed to play along. A girl from the South, 22 years old, graduated from an Ivy League school, Gemini, likes Japanese hot pot, works in administration in New York. Recently single. Romance happens quickly when traveling. That evening, on this heart-shaped island of Tasmania, we – two people who had known each other for less than 5 hours – stood barefoot where the sea met the sand and held hands. She had changed into a white dress, wearing a cute straw hat and small white flip-flops. The sea breeze lifted her skirt, outlining her slender, beautiful figure in the moonlight, like the final frame of a Japanese anime ending. She seemed too good to be just 20 years old. After Tasmania, we traveled to many places in Australia together. Lucy always arranged all the itineraries in advance, researching every attraction, booking flights, hotels, or Airbnbs. She considered whether we’d get enough sleep each day, if we were eating enough vegetables, scolded me for wearing my jacket to bed, and ordered me to sleep early. She always woke up before me. The sight of her making breakfast in her nightgown was incredibly alluring. I thought she was the girl I liked, someone I could spend my life with. I thought, if our relationship could stabilize, even for just half a year, I wouldn’t be able to resist proposing to her. But the day before we were to return home, she suddenly said to me: “Let’s get married.” I was stunned, feeling a mix of happiness and panic. “Marriage?” Lucy nodded, “Marry me.” “Are you serious? We’ve only known each other for 20 days.” “17 days and 7 hours, but I think it’s enough. I can marry you. I’ll give you two months to think about it. If you agree, bring me to meet your parents.” The next day, Lucy returned home alone. Since she had booked all the tickets and itineraries, I didn’t have a return ticket. For the next two months, Lucy didn’t let me see her again. But the less I saw her, the more I remembered all the good things she did for me. Every moment of our time together was vivid in my memory. We watched the sunrise together at the easternmost point of Australia, posed like in the “Titanic” poster, went diving at the Great Barrier Reef where she took off her oxygen mask 20 meters underwater to kiss me, visited the glow worm caves where she made me sing surrounded by tens of thousands of “stars” in the enclosed cave. “What should I sing? ‘Fireflies’?” I asked her. She pointed, “Look at their country’s glow worms, not a single one flying. That song doesn’t fit the scene.” “Then what should I sing?” She thought for a while, “Let’s go with ‘Fireflies’ after all.” “Didn’t you say it doesn’t fit?” “I suddenly want to hear you sing it.” I thought, I’d never find a girl more wonderful than her. After waiting anxiously for two months, we met again at the agreed place. I bought a $25,000 diamond ring, got down on one knee and said: “Marry me.” She started crying, suddenly kneeling down too and hugging me so tight I could barely breathe. She said to sell the ring, she didn’t need it. “As long as you love me, that’s enough. I have someone who loves me now, I have someone who loves me.” 05 It was just around Christmas time. I brought Lucy to my family home up north for the holiday dinner. Everyone loved her. She was beautiful, had a lovely voice, and carried herself with grace in everything she did. She helped my mom make dumplings, rolling out the wrappers more skillfully than my mom. At the dinner table, she didn’t drink but kept smiling and listening to everyone’s drunken ramblings, then cleaned up afterwards, washing dishes and doing all the chores as if she were already the woman of the house. My mom said, “Such a beautiful girl who can do all this, what more could you ask for, son?” My aunt said, “Where are you two settling down? If you need help buying a house, let your uncle chip in!” My uncle said, “Hurry up and find a job to support your family. With such a good wife, you better be able to provide for her.” And my brothers and sisters, while their words were full of jealousy and resentment, I’m sure in their hearts they all adored Lucy. It was the happiest Christmas I’d ever had. “But I feel like I’ve seen your girlfriend somewhere before,” my cousin, the oldest of us younger folks, said. “Where does she work?” “In New York,” I answered for Lucy. “I work in New York too, as an executive assistant. What do you do?” Lucy hesitated for a moment, “Oh, I work in administration.” “Carrying that kind of bag, you must earn quite a bit.” My cousin took a sip of her drink. “Thompson Group, Mr. Thompson, do you know him?”

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  • I Have Dementia. No Matter How He Insults Me, I Can Only Remember the Way He Loved Me

    On Lucas’s 30th birthday, I was forced to drink strong liquor in front of everyone by his first love. “She’s more fun when she’s drunk. Want to see?” Emma said with a mischievous grin. The crowd looked concerned. “Lucas, is this really okay?” Lucas replied coldly, “It’s fine. She has dementia anyway.” “When she wakes up tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing.” He led me by the hand like a docile puppet. Because no matter how he treated me, the next morning, I would only remember the way he loved me. Lucas’s 30th birthday party was a grand affair with many guests. There were old classmates and many people I didn’t recognize. During dinner, the group started playing Truth or Dare. “Lucas, when are you and Olivia getting married?” someone asked. Olivia is me. I’ve been with Lucas for many years, from his humble beginnings to his current success. We still haven’t married. “We’ll see. No rush,” Lucas said casually, almost reluctant to discuss it. His first love, Emma, was sitting across from us. She had come back from abroad especially for Lucas. I heard he had already arranged a position for her at his company. Emma swirled her wine glass, seemingly tipsy. “Let me ask Lucas a personal question. Is the person you like here tonight?” This sparked excitement among the guests. Lucas took my hand in front of Emma and said, “The only person I love is Olivia.” Emma’s expression fell, momentarily stunned, before she said bitterly, “I see.” Only I knew that Lucas was gripping my hand so tightly it almost hurt. He was hoping Emma would break down and beg him to get back together. The next round, it was my turn. Emma, seemingly not satisfied, pleaded with Lucas with misty eyes: “Lucas, let her do a dare, please?” I looked at Lucas in disbelief. He knew the dare was to drink a glass of 56-proof vodka. But Emma’s single plea was enough to make Lucas disregard everything. “Alright,” he agreed. Emma perked up, pulling her chair back and approaching with the glass. “She’s more fun when she’s drunk. Want to see?” Back in school, Emma had tricked me into drinking, then stripped me and took photos. I’ve remembered it all these years. Panicked, I grabbed my purse. “I’m not playing anymore. I’m going home.” Emma, with strength from who knows where, grabbed my arm with help from others. “Olivia, you have to follow through on the dare.” “Lucas, please don’t do this. I can’t drink alcohol.” Lucas just sat at the table, not even bothering to look up. “If you go along with her, I’ll marry you.” Emma forced my jaw open and poured the strong liquor down my throat. It made me choke and cough. The old classmates around looked worried: “Lucas, is this really okay?” Lucas said coldly, “It’s fine. She has dementia anyway.” “When she wakes up tomorrow, she won’t remember a thing.” I was still coughing from the alcohol when I gathered myself and slapped Lucas hard across the face. The room went silent. A red handprint appeared on Lucas’s cheek. Emma gasped, about to rush over. Lucas pushed her away coldly. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

    Actually, I only found out I was sick this morning. It was Lucas’s birthday, and I was happily making a cake when he snatched the ingredients from my hands and threw them in the trash. “Don’t bother. I don’t like cake.” He used to love it. I cautiously asked, “Lucas, are you angry about something?” He lowered his head and handed me his tie. “Olivia, help me with my tie.” Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly lost control of my bladder. The living room floor was a mess. The liquid dripping down my legs made me freeze for a moment. What’s… happening to me? Lucas’s previously calm expression instantly tensed. In the end, he just crouched down and silently cleaned the floor. He didn’t say a word the whole time. I helplessly followed behind him, feeling lost: “Lucas, I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” He washed his hands many times in the bathroom before saying: “You’re sick.” As he said this, I saw undisguised disgust on his face. I thought, if I hadn’t been with him through all these years of hardship, Lucas would probably want to break up with me. After Lucas left for work, it took me a long time to accept the fact that I was sick. Feeling anxious, I went to Lucas’s office around noon. But I saw Emma outside his company building. She looked like she had fallen, covered in dirt, with Lucas’s expensive coat draped over her shoulders. Her eyes gazed at Lucas with lingering affection. Lucas feigned indifference, but when Emma lowered her head, he silently stared at her, lost in thought. And then, tonight’s events happened.

    It was very late when we got home from the party. Lucas suddenly informed me: “Emma’s coming to visit you in a few days. Be good and don’t argue with her.” In just one day, I had accepted too many things. My emotions were on the verge of collapse. “Why is she coming to see me? To see when I’ll die?” “Olivia, don’t throw tantrums.” “I know! I’m sick! No matter how you treat me, I’ll forget everything the next day. I’ll wake up and love you like before, right?” “Lucas, I’m the one suffering. Why can’t I be upset?” “If she dares come to our home, I’ll kill her.” Lucas held the back of my neck, applying slight pressure to make me look him in the eye. His gaze was gentle as he smiled and said: “Olivia, I can let you act out, but this is between us. Don’t hurt others. Okay?” Does this mean he cares? I smashed the decorations on the shelves, leaving the room a mess. Lucas didn’t get angry. “If that’s not enough, there’s more in the bedroom. If that’s still not enough, I can always buy more. Smash as much as you want.” His cold indifference drove me crazy. I sank my teeth into Lucas’s flesh, drawing blood. Lucas frowned slightly, carried me to the bedroom, and whispered in my ear: “Little wildcat, be good tonight.” “You’ve already threatened to break up with me eighteen times this month. You don’t remember any of them.” “Olivia, this is all you have left in this life.”

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  • My Brother Hated Me for 20 Years Because Mom Died Giving Birth to Me. Only After My Death Did He Finally Admit He Was Wrong

    My brother has always hated me. He once told me to my face that he wished I was dead. So I granted his wish and got stomach cancer. But he regretted it. I still died though. With a smile, right in front of him. Jack’s call came just as I arrived home. The diagnosis report in my bag was already crumpled into a ball. He never used to call me on his own initiative before. “It was Dad’s birthday the day before yesterday,” he said. His voice was cold as ice, as always. “Why didn’t you come back…” “Because I didn’t want to,” I cut him off. “You went back, didn’t you? That’s enough.” “Even Tina came back from abroad at the beginning of the month.” Tina was our cousin who had lived with us since childhood. “Well, she was there, wasn’t she? After all, you only treat her like a sister anyway.” The person on the other end seemed to flare up in anger, and called my name in a low voice: “Mia!” I hung up. The last rays of sunset fell into the room. I sat at the desk, tearing the diagnosis report into pieces. As the scraps of paper fluttered down onto the table, my phone screen suddenly lit up. Jack: Mom’s death anniversary is coming up soon.

    Jack is my brother. He has always hated me. Because I am the culprit who took away his mother. Over twenty years ago, during a difficult childbirth, I was born at the same time my mother lost her life forever on the operating table. It was a murder disguised as new life. No one welcomed my arrival. Because of me, Dad lost his beloved wife. And Jack lost his mother. This long-standing hatred began from the day I was born, and has continued until today. I didn’t intentionally miss Dad’s birthday. It’s just that on that day, I was in so much abdominal pain I nearly passed out before I realized something was wrong. But actually, if I didn’t go, he might have been more at ease.

    Jack didn’t contact me again. I took a deep breath as I stood outside the company building. After graduation, I had joined his company. I worked my way up from the bottom, but no one ever discovered our relationship. The number of times I met with him was even fewer than his meetings with ordinary employees. Last week, a senior executive resigned. This week, they were going to announce the successor. Everyone said the position was mine for sure. At least before I got the diagnosis report, I had thought so too. In the hallway, I happened to run into a colleague. She greeted me and then leaned in with a smile: “Mia, don’t forget to treat us to a big meal when you get promoted.” I smiled and looked down: “It’s not certain yet.” “It’s definitely going to be you,” she linked arms with me. “You’re the best out of everyone here.” As we entered the conference room, Jack was there too. I happened to meet his gaze for a moment, before we both looked away like strangers. “Good morning, Mr. jack.” He didn’t look at me, just nodded. As indifferent as if we hadn’t argued that night at all. People gradually filled up the conference room. Jack cleared his throat, and my colleague immediately winked at me. I lowered my eyes to avoid her gaze. The next second, I heard a familiar name. “Tina .” A familiar figure came in from outside. Slender and graceful, Tina smiled as gently as ever. Jack stood beside her, introducing her to everyone: “Tina has just returned from abroad and will be taking over the position of Deputy Manager.” Some people instinctively looked towards me. I avoided their eyes and looked at the brightly smiling Tina on the stage. The atmosphere in the room seemed to stagnate for a moment. Invisible undercurrents swirled. I smiled and applauded. The scattered applause broke the somewhat eerie atmosphere in the conference room. Tina met my eyes, her eyes curved in a smile.

    The coffee smell in the break room was so strong it seemed about to overflow. I stirred it with a spoon, took a sip, and felt some acid reflux as I swallowed. My colleague glared angrily. “How could they? She just parachutes in and steals your position? Are they so blatant about nepotism?” “Mia, aren’t you angry?” “This position was meant for you. You worked so hard, you even almost ended up in the hospital from overworking last time.” Her gaze fell on the shadows under my eyes: “Mia, I’m telling you, you don’t need to work yourself to death like this. Drink less coffee.” The warmth of the coffee seeped through the ceramic mug into my hands. I thanked her quietly: “Mr. jack must have his own considerations.” The girl’s eyes widened, and she was about to complain in a low voice when my phone suddenly rang. Jack’s voice was crystal clear in the small break room, with a hint of suppressed anger: “Mia, come to my office for a moment.” My hand shook, spilling a few drops of coffee onto my white shirt. The heat seeped through the fabric, scalding my skin. I responded softly: “Okay.”

    The moment Jack’s office door opened, I saw Tina sitting on the sofa, her head slightly bowed. And a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. While Jack sat there, his face cold and angry. As always. People used to say that although Jack and I came from the same womb, only our eyes looked alike. Upturned at the corners, when not smiling, they naturally carried a cold aloofness that kept people at a distance. Unfortunately, neither of us liked to smile. And Jack had never smiled at me. “Although Tina is parachuting in, she has the ability,” he said. “Mia.” When he called my name, Jack frowned deeply. “If you have complaints, just say them directly. Gossiping behind people’s backs, uniting with colleagues to isolate Tina – Mia, is your viciousness ingrained in your bones?” In just half a day. I glanced sideways at Tina. She happened to look up and meet my eyes. Her face was full of collagen at twenty-something, her eyes red-rimmed, tears reflecting glimmers of light. Then she quickly lowered her head again. All the actors in this farce were in place, just waiting for me to play along. But I really had no interest in acting with them. “What other people say with their own mouths has nothing to do with me.” “Besides -” “Everyone’s not stupid.” A sob and the sound of something falling to the ground rang out simultaneously. The expensive pen that had been on the desk was now shattered. Black ink spread at my feet. “Mia! You…” A light piece of paper fell on his desk. Jack’s words were choked back. When he saw the text clearly, his anger immediately resurged: “Mia!” “Are you still a child?” “Are you throwing a tantrum?” The brand new resignation letter was crumpled into a ball and thrown back at my feet like trash. It’s not a tantrum at all. I’ve known for a long time. I don’t have the right to throw tantrums. Only children who are coddled have that right. And I don’t. “I’ll go to HR myself.” As I closed the door, his roar was also shut out. But I hadn’t gone a few steps before Tina caught up. “Mia.” Her voice still had a nasal tone as she carefully reached for my hand. “Mia, don’t be angry. I don’t want this position. I’ll go tell Jack. Don’t throw a tantrum.” “If I had known, I wouldn’t have come back. Mia, don’t let me ruin the relationship between you and Jack.” There was no one in the hallway. I stopped and looked at her. Tina’s eyes naturally carried an air of innocence and pitifulness. Combined with her slightly reddened eyes and nose tip, she could easily win others’ favor. Just like over ten years ago, when she had first arrived at our home. “Tina .” I stepped closer to her, gripping her chin, “This trick works every time -” “Doesn’t it?” Tina’s face instantly went pale. The elevator arrival chime sounded. I let go of her and turned to walk into the elevator. She seemed not to have recovered, standing rooted to the spot. I smiled at her: “You know very well, there was never any sibling affection between him and me.” “Come to think of it, you’re more like his sister.”

    As the elevator doors closed, I saw my expressionless face reflected in them. My abdomen cramped with pain. Actually, in the beginning, my relationship with Jack wasn’t as bad as this. When we were young, although he didn’t like me, he never did or said anything excessive. Compared to Dad who treated me like I was invisible, Jack as a brother was the only person I was close to. Back then I thought, even if Jack didn’t like me, we were still family. That’s what blood ties meant. Until middle school, when Tina came to live with us. That’s when I realized. A brother could actually be so nice to someone else. Not always cold-faced, not telling her to “get lost”, not mocking her sarcastically. That was how a brother should really treat a sister. But Tina wasn’t satisfied. On the fifth day after she transferred to my middle school, when I came home after class, Jack slapped me hard across the face. I held my cheek and stared at him in a daze. He was saying things I couldn’t understand. Leading the bullying. Bad seed. Vicious. Apologize. But when I saw Tina standing behind him, head bowed and clutching his shirt, These scattered words suddenly pieced together into a complete lie in my mind. I tried to explain. But he didn’t believe me. The argument that erupted that day and the obvious favoritism suddenly shattered the naive and foolish thoughts I once had. Jack wasn’t stupid enough to not know right from wrong. It was just that he did it on purpose. I seemed to belatedly realize on that day. My brother truly harbored genuine hatred towards me. My relationship with Jack deteriorated rapidly. But unfortunately, in my foolishness and immaturity at the time, I only thought that rather than having him treat me like a stranger like Dad did, I might as well antagonize him. At least, Jack would see me. The tense relationship between us continued until I was eighteen. At eighteen, I was dragged into hell. After eighteen, my relationship with Jack suddenly became that of strangers. Like a war that abruptly ceased. We no longer argued, no longer lashed out hysterically, no longer confronted each other. Just cold, as if we didn’t know each other at all.

    After finishing the paperwork and returning home, the sky outside was completely dark. The street lamps in the neighborhood hadn’t lit up yet. I could only faintly see the warm yellow light shining from the homes across the street. The abdominal pain had persisted from the afternoon until now. I curled up on the sofa. Hunger and pain crawled all over my body. I struggled to get up and open the refrigerator. A nauseating smell of rot hit me. I seemed to recall that the last time I had opened the fridge was over a month ago. I grabbed a handful of vegetables, washed them briefly, and put them on the cutting board. The sound of the knife falling was uneven. Bright red blood dripped onto the green leaves, blooming into a flower with a fishy smell. I was stunned for a moment. The pain grew from the wound. I only then realized that I had cut my hand with the knife. When the impulse arose, I couldn’t suppress it. Old and new scars intertwined, with a new one added. Extending from my arm to my wrist. The knife fell to the ground. I knelt down, gasping for breath. I seemed to be losing more and more control, doing things to harm myself. The doctor said before. When an attack comes, you must take your medication. But I didn’t. She also said to let your loved ones accompany you more. “Mia, interact more with your family, feel loved.” “It’s good for your condition.” But… I looked at the meandering trail of blood. But, I don’t have any family.

    I didn’t eat the vegetables I stir-fried last night. They all went into the trash. Hunger and pain intertwined, finally causing me to pass out on the bed. Someone knocked on the door early in the morning. I groggily got up from the sofa and walked to the door, opening a crack. When I saw who was outside, I instantly became wide awake. The man’s brows were frosty as usual, his face expressionless. I instinctively pulled the door shut. The loud sound of metal clashing separated us. I quickly went back to my room to put on a coat and changed into long pants. When I opened the door again, Jack’s gaze fell on my face, icy cold. “Do you need something?” I skipped the pleasantries with him. His gaze lowered, falling on my wrist holding the doorknob. There was a small colorful tattoo there. Jack narrowed his eyes, his voice indifferent: “You got a tattoo on your arm too?” I didn’t respond. Jack seemed to take this as confirmation. His originally apathetic mood stirred again: “Do you have to hang out with that punk and turn yourself into the same kind of trash?” I knew Jack had always had a sharp tongue. When our relationship was at its worst, our words were like poisoned knives, mercilessly stabbing each other. But he couldn’t talk about Zoe. Because she was my only, my best, friend. The faint smell of tobacco from the man’s body entered my nostrils. The veins on my forehead throbbed wildly, making me nauseous. The abdominal pain that had subsided earlier came back with a vengeance. My hand gripped the doorknob tightly, shaking again and again. I finally couldn’t hold back. But the expected slap didn’t land on his face. Instead, he gripped my wrist tightly, the old scars coming into contact with another person’s body heat. I saw the flash of shock on Jack’s face more clearly than ever: “The scars on your wrist…” But before he could finish, I slapped him again. The man’s head tilted slightly to the side, a large red mark blooming on his fair face. I had used a lot of force. Wisps of tobacco smell bound my nerves. A cold fear rose from the soles of my feet, creeping bit by bit over my entire body. I forcefully wrenched my hand from his grip. My wrist was already red. I clasped my own hands tightly, just to keep myself from shaking so badly. “Mia…” “Get out.” I lowered my eyes, staring hard at my feet. “Don’t touch me.” “Get out!”

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  • Reborn on the Day My Sister and I Were Adopted—This Time, I Let Her Chase Her Dream of Becoming a Billionaire’s Daughter

    I was reborn on the day my sister and I were adopted. She eagerly chose to go home with the wealthiest couple in the city, ready to live out her lifelong fantasy of becoming a billionaire’s daughter. Of course, I supported her choice. After all, in my previous life, I was the one who became the wealthy heiress. And only I knew the darkness and decay hidden beneath the glamorous façade of that life. So, Peyton Monroe, are you ready for what’s coming? My sister and I were sent to an orphanage when we were six years old. We spent two years there before being placed with prospective adoptive families. The couple who came to adopt me looked plain and ordinary, while the couple taking my sister were dressed to impress—polished, glamorous, and full of charm. She thought she’d won the jackpot, that she’d been chosen by a wealthy, powerful family. What she didn’t know was that her new parents were nothing more than shallow influencers, obsessed with fame and appearances. They adopted her purely for the attention, with no intention of truly being parents. My adoptive parents, on the other hand, turned out to be the richest couple in Larkspur City, traveling incognito to avoid drawing attention. They brought me home, changed my name, and spent millions on my education, hiring the best piano instructors to teach me. It was around that time that my sister’s attitude toward me started to change. She envied me for leaving the orphanage and becoming a billionaire’s daughter. She envied me for gaining fame as a piano prodigy at just thirteen, for winning international awards at fifteen, and for standing on the world’s grandest stages at eighteen during my global tours. She used to say, over and over: “The Sinclairs wanted me, not you. You stole my life.” She told herself this lie so many times that she eventually believed it. She conveniently forgot that she had turned down the Sinclairs because she thought they looked too ordinary. She chose her fate. But the seed of jealousy planted in her heart grew, until it fully consumed her when I turned twenty. That’s when she killed me. It was the night of my national tour’s finale. I had just stepped out of the airport when a truck veered off course and slammed into me. The truck didn’t stop. It kept going, running over me again and again until I died. My soul floated above, watching my crushed body and the twisted, hate-filled expression on my sister’s face as she sat in the driver’s seat of the truck. “You deserve this,” she hissed. “You stole my life. You deserve to die.” In that moment, I felt a bitter mix of emotions. She had never reflected on her own choices, never taken responsibility for her life. Even after killing her own sister, she refused to admit that her misfortune was the result of her own decisions and constant blame-shifting. Meanwhile, I, who had fought tooth and nail to survive under the control of my psychotic adoptive parents, became the victim of her jealousy and incompetence. Yes, the Sinclairs—the wealthiest couple in Larkspur City—were controlling maniacs. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we were adopted.

    My sister, Peyton, had already pushed past me and was standing in front of the Sinclairs, eagerly answering their questions. “I love music… Yes, we couldn’t afford lessons before… My sister has long, pretty fingers, but she’s completely tone-deaf.” The Sinclairs’ interest in me immediately disappeared. In my previous life, Peyton had been unimpressed with the Sinclairs’ plain clothing and had shoved me forward when they started asking questions. I had stood there awkwardly, letting them inspect my hands as they praised my “beautiful fingers.” I didn’t understand what they meant at the time. I only kept glancing at Peyton, who was chattering away with the influencer couple, completely ignoring me. I hadn’t wanted to be separated from her. But she couldn’t wait to leave me behind. This time, I made my choice. I turned my back on the Sinclairs and avoided the influencer couple altogether. Without sparing Peyton a glance, I walked over to the White family, who were preparing to leave. The Whites had originally been the ones slated to adopt one of us. Childless and longing for a family, they had spent months preparing for parenthood, learning how to provide a loving home. But when the Sinclairs showed up, their application was pushed aside. In my last life, I remembered the Whites’ disappointed expressions as they left the orphanage empty-handed. I also remembered seeing them later, in the audience at one of my piano concerts, holding flowers and clapping enthusiastically as I took the stage. “When we went to the orphanage, we’d already prepared a room for a child. Even though things didn’t work out, we were so happy to see you thriving,” they told me once. Their support had been one of my greatest motivations to keep moving forward. This time, I wasn’t going to let them leave without me. “Auntie, I love the flowers you’re holding,” I said, flashing my most genuine smile as I looked up at the younger, hopeful faces of the Whites. Their eyes sparkled with surprise and joy. Unsurprisingly, I was the one they brought home. As I left the orphanage with the Whites, I saw Peyton one last time. She was holding hands with the Sinclairs, practically skipping as they led her to a waiting taxi. The smile on her face was one of pure excitement, even brighter than the smug grin she’d worn in my last life when she mocked me for being adopted by “commoners.” At that moment, I realized something: She had also been reborn. But what she didn’t know was that her smile wouldn’t last. She’d stop smiling very soon. 2 Just like in my previous life, the day after the Sinclairs brought me home, they hosted an extravagant party to introduce their newly adopted daughter. She was now mingling effortlessly with the upper-class elites she had once dreamed of joining. Her smile was radiant, and she basked in the endless compliments from the guests. She adored the attention. This was the life she had fantasized about countless times. Draped in a luxurious princess gown, she played the part perfectly, as if she had been born into this world of wealth and grandeur. But what she didn’t see coming was what lay beyond the glitter and lights. That night, after the last guest had left, the kind and gentle mother, Evelyn Sinclair, brought her upstairs to the piano room. “Jenna, do you know what my life’s greatest dream is?” Evelyn’s tone was warm, but her gaze was distant and commanding, just as it had been in my previous life. “My greatest passion is playing the piano,” she continued, smiling down at my sister. “But due to an accident, I never achieved my dream of winning an international award. It’s my one regret in life. Can you help Mommy fulfill her dream?” Evelyn’s shadow loomed over her, swallowing her whole. My sister tilted her head, sensing something was off, but the achievements from my previous life were burned into her memory. She was desperate for that kind of glory. She smiled confidently and nodded. “Of course, Mom. Not only will I win international awards, but I’ll also do world tours. After all, I’m your daughter!” Evelyn’s smile widened as she gently stroked her hair. “I knew you were my good girl… my perfect daughter.” Her unfocused gaze lingered on my sister. But her words? They seemed meant for someone else entirely. No one knew that beneath the Sinclair mansion, deep in the basement, there was a girl who had gone completely mad. Meeting Again The next time I saw my sister was years later, in high school. By then, I had fully adjusted to my new life with the Whites. I had friends, a routine, and a peaceful existence. I had almost forgotten the suffocating days of being forced to play piano endlessly. That is, until the day my sister transferred into my class. I froze when I saw her. “What’s wrong? You don’t look happy to see me,” she said smugly, approaching me during the break. I instinctively stepped back, putting some distance between us. She didn’t seem to care. Instead, she looked me over from head to toe, clicking her tongue in mockery. “Look at you—so pathetic. Don’t try to act like you’re related to me. Stay far away from me. I don’t want to be associated with someone like you. Got it?” Her condescending tone didn’t bother me. My gaze dropped briefly to the faint red marks peeking out from under her sleeves before I looked away. “Got it. Don’t bother me, either.” To me, studying was a dream come true—something I had been denied in my previous life. Back then, Evelyn Sinclair would stroke my face with a loving smile and say, “Our baby only needs to play piano. We can afford to support you for life. You don’t need to be like those poor kids who study just to survive. You’ll always be Mommy’s precious girl. Let’s skip school, okay?” Her words, delivered with a sweet smile, were impossible to refuse. And so, my right to an education was stripped away. This time, I didn’t know what my sister had done to earn the right to attend school, but I cherished every moment I had there. I consistently ranked in the top three of my class and threw myself into extracurricular activities. In my previous life, my sister had envied my success, blinded by the reputation I built. She never understood that my achievements came at the cost of loneliness and suffocating control. But in this life, my new parents noticed my social struggles early on and proactively took me to therapy. I made progress. I became the class representative for cultural events, earned the trust and admiration of my peers, and formed genuine friendships. My sister, however, couldn’t stand any of it. By her second day in our class, news of her identity as the Sinclair family’s heiress had spread. For an entire semester, she was the center of attention, surrounded by admirers, constantly flaunting her status in front of me, hoping to provoke a reaction. She wanted to see jealousy on my face—the same envy she had felt in our previous life. But she never got what she wanted. When she showed off her luxury pen set, I focused on solving math problems. When she flaunted her new diamond hair clip, I was busy winning first place in a speech competition. When I topped the grade rankings, she bought the entire class expensive desserts, ensuring everyone fawned over her for a day. While she reveled in the shallow praise money could buy, I quietly cherished the freedom of living life on my own terms. The Talent Show We finally had to interact during the school’s annual talent show. The event was a big deal, emphasizing the school’s commitment to well-rounded education. Months of preparation went into it every year. My sister often bragged in class that she had a piano teacher who charged millions per hour and that she had performed in over a dozen recitals. She claimed that she only attended school because her parents didn’t want her to feel lonely at home. I didn’t believe a word of it. But based on popular opinion, I let her take the role of piano soloist for the show. I was curious. In my previous life, Evelyn Sinclair had forbidden me from attending school and poured all her efforts into perfecting my piano skills. What had changed this time? My sister eagerly accepted the role, confident in her abilities. She practiced constantly, surrounded by admirers. Even the school’s piano teacher couldn’t stop praising her. But to my ears, every missed note told a different story. It became clear to me that this version of the Sinclairs was hiding something far more intriguing.

    Right before the talent show, my sister, Peyton, came to find me. That day, she walked through the campus like a swan among ducks, surrounded by classmates who had been charmed by her money and fawned over her status as the Sinclair family’s heiress. When she saw me walking with my desk mate, it seemed she had conveniently forgotten her previous command to “stay away from me.” The first thing out of her mouth was: “Are you jealous of me?” I looked at her, confused. She wasted no time listing all the supposed ways we were different. “Your dad is just some low-level office worker. Your mom runs a tiny flower shop. Your family’s entire annual income couldn’t even cover one hour of my piano lessons. That bike you ride home? It wouldn’t even pay for a single scratch on my Maybach. And now, just because you got first place on one test, you think you’re too good to even speak to me? If it’s not jealousy, then what is it?” It wasn’t jealousy. It was disgust. It was loathing. It was contempt. I looked at Peyton quietly, my gaze lingering on the dark circles under her eyes, barely concealed by the layers of foundation she’d applied. Then, it hit me. I knew why she was here. Her piano skills weren’t as good in this life as they were in my last. She was at the bottom of the class academically, far from the shining star she thought she’d be. Even the thing she prided herself on most—her wealth—didn’t seem to impress me. And that’s why she was unraveling. In the sea of adoration she had come to expect, I was the one person who didn’t care. That drove her mad. My desk mate, Gwen, couldn’t stand it any longer. She stepped in front of me protectively, facing Peyton head-on. But Peyton shoved her to the ground. “Gwen, right?” Peyton said, her tone dripping with disdain. She tilted her chin up and smirked. “I know you’re at the bottom of the class, too. Why waste your time sucking up to someone like Eliza? She’ll only step all over your pride. Why not hang out with me instead? Here, take this.” With that, Peyton casually slipped off her Bulgari watch—a five-figure accessory—and tossed it onto Gwen’s lap. She didn’t just want to humiliate me. She wanted to take everything and everyone away from me. But Gwen wasn’t having it. Furious, she scrambled to her feet, her eyes blazing like a little lion cub. She picked up the watch between two fingers, like it was trash, and flung it aside. “My pride isn’t made of glass,” Gwen shot back. “It doesn’t shatter that easily, unlike yours. And what’s this supposed to mean, huh? You think we’re at the bottom of the class together, so you can buy me off? Or are you trying to say I’m not worth anything without your pity?” She grabbed my arm and started pulling me away, glancing over her shoulder at Peyton with a look of pure contempt. “If you’ve got the guts, take first place yourself. Eliza’s talented, kind, and smarter than you’ll ever be. So stop whining about sour grapes just because you’re a failure.” Her words hit Peyton like a slap in the face. And that’s when Peyton snapped. She lunged forward, grabbing Gwen by the collar and yanking her necklace out from under her shirt. For a moment, she froze, staring at the delicate red bunny pendant shimmering in the sunlight. Then, she slapped Gwen hard across the face. “You thief!” Peyton shrieked. “You stole my necklace, you filthy little thief!” The slap was loud and sharp, echoing across the courtyard. Everyone nearby froze, stunned by the scene. Even those who had admired Peyton’s wealth and status were shocked—none of them had expected this kind of behavior. It took Gwen a moment to process what had just happened. Then, without hesitation, she slapped Peyton back. Twice. “Are you insane? Go get your head checked. Your family’s so rich, they can’t afford a doctor to fix whatever’s broken in there?” The little bunny pendant swayed on Gwen’s chest, catching the light with a soft red glow. Peyton’s eyes filled with tears of rage. She reached out, trying to grab the necklace again. “You trash!” she screamed. “That necklace is worth three million dollars! You stole it! I’ll have you arrested—I’ll have you thrown in jail for life!” Her accusations were ridiculous. Gwen’s pendant wasn’t worth millions. It was a birthday gift from her dad when she turned twelve—something she cherished and kept hidden under her shirt most of the time. Peyton was grasping at straws, trying to turn the situation to her advantage. I’d had enough. I grabbed Peyton’s wrist before she could touch Gwen again. “Peyton, that’s enough. Whatever issues you have with me, leave them here. Don’t drag anyone else into it.” I wasn’t the same person I had been in my last life. No longer powerless, no longer unable to protect myself or those I cared about. Thanks to my adoptive mother, I’d been taking taekwondo lessons for years. My grip was strong, and Peyton quickly realized she couldn’t break free. She stopped struggling, glaring at me with her flushed, tear-streaked face. “Oh, and you,” she spat. “You’re the one behind this, aren’t you? You won’t get away with this—you’re both going to pay!” Her outburst drew a crowd, and someone called over the patrolling teachers. The teachers handed us over to the principal, who immediately summoned all three sets of parents. It was going to be a long day.

    My adoptive mother, Lily White, was the first to arrive. The moment she saw me, she asked if I was hurt. Then, without hesitation, she went straight to my desk mate, Gwen, pulling out an ice pack to help with the swelling on her face. “Mr. Hughes,” she addressed the teacher firmly, “I heard everything over the phone. I do not believe for a second that my daughter or her desk mate stole anything. Have you conducted a proper investigation? Can you provide evidence that they committed theft? If not, this is defamation, plain and simple.” Lily White may have been a humble florist, but when it came to me, she was fierce and unyielding. Back in elementary school, when I was still struggling with my communication issues, my classmates often bullied me. The moment my mother found out, she marched straight to the school, demanding accountability. By the end of it, not only did the bullies apologize, but their parents did too. Now, seeing Gwen injured, she stood in front of us like a mother hen protecting her chicks. The principal, however, didn’t take her seriously. He smirked condescendingly and said, “Mrs. White, I think you need to understand the situation. The person accusing your daughter is the Sinclair family’s eldest daughter—the heiress to the wealthiest family in Oakridge. This necklace is worth three million dollars. She has no reason to falsely accuse your daughter or her friend. If anything, it’s your responsibility as a parent to teach your child to own up to their mistakes. If you don’t, this incident will be recorded in their permanent files under theft.” “My daughter did not steal anything!” my mother snapped, refusing to back down. “If you want to accuse her, show me the evidence!” Peyton, meanwhile, was lounging nearby, sipping on a fancy bubble tea she’d ordered and looking utterly bored. With a roll of her eyes, she turned toward the door and said, “Lower-class people will always be lower-class. They mess up, refuse to admit it, and just make a scene. Anyway, my dad’s on his way now. You can explain everything to him.” 9 In my previous life, my adoptive father was a pot-bellied man who liked to say that businessmen all looked like him. This time around, he looked sharper, more put-together than I remembered. Back then, he had only adopted me to satisfy Evelyn Sinclair’s controlling tendencies, so he practically ignored my existence. But this life, it was different. He treated Peyton entirely differently. For the sake of a necklace, he personally came to the school, standing by Peyton’s side and shielding her without hesitation. “If these two troublemakers aren’t expelled,” he announced loudly, “the Sinclair family will pull all its funding from this school!” The school leaders paled at the threat, clearly terrified. They wasted no time doubling down on Lily, pressuring her even harder. At the door, a crowd of students watched the scene unfold, their understanding of Peyton’s privileged position deepening with every word her father spoke. Especially when Peyton crossed the line further, demanding that I kneel before her. “Get on your knees!” my adoptive father snapped at me. “When this goes to the police station, you’ll have even more to cry about!” Lily was furious, barely able to get a word in before he cut her off. He coldly listed my parents’ workplaces—the flower shop my mother owned and my father’s small office job. He threatened to shut down the shop and have my father fired, leaving my family with nothing. That’s the power of the wealthy. Just a single sentence, and they can make life impossible for ordinary people. To him, we were nothing but ants. I felt the old bitterness from my past life bubbling up, mixing with the burning anger I felt now. I suddenly remembered the evidence I had nearly exposed in my last life—proof that could have toppled the Sinclair family empire. I had come so close to freeing myself from their control, only to be sabotaged by Peyton at the last moment. In this life, I had planned to stay far away from them, to live a quiet, peaceful life. But now they had pushed me too far. At that moment, my mother’s warm hand rested on mine. “My dear,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “If you didn’t do it, then you didn’t do it. I trust you. We won’t bow down to them.” Gwen, standing beside us, handed Lily her phone back after borrowing it. “It’s fine,” she said. “The necklace was a gift from my dad. And he just texted me—he’s already outside the school.” Among the crowd of students watching from the doorway, some of my dormmates recognized the necklace Gwen was wearing. They knew exactly what had happened and decided to go to Peyton’s desk to search for the box her so-called necklace came in. If the necklace existed, the box should be there too. If not, her story was a complete lie. But before they could move, one of Peyton’s lackeys visibly paled, their expression giving everything away.

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