Author: Momo Chan

On the day Adeline gave birth to my husband’s child, my in-laws hired ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room to prevent any disruption from my side. But I never showed up, not even after the delivery was over. My mother-in-law held Adeline’s hand and reassured her, “Adeline, as long as we are here, Olivia won’t be able to harm you or the baby!” My husband was by Adeline’s side during the delivery, wiping her sweat tenderly. “Don’t worry. Dad has people at the hospital entrance. If Olivia tries anything, we’ll have her removed!” After not seeing me, he finally relaxed. He couldn’t understand why I would cause a fuss when he was just trying to fulfill Adeline’s last wish of becoming a mother. Watching the nurse cradle the newborn, he smiled contentedly, thinking that if I came to apologize the next day, he would forgive everything and even let me be the child’s mother. What he didn’t know was that I had just submitted a report to the United Nations. In a week, I would renounce my citizenship and become a doctor with Doctors Without Borders, never to see him again.

The day Liam helped Adeline out of the postpartum care center, I had just finished my shift at the hospital. As I approached the entrance, I heard laughter and joy from inside. “This baby is so beautiful, and his thick eyebrows look just like our Liam’s,” my mother-in-law cooed, playing with the baby in her arms. Meanwhile, Liam brought out a steaming bowl of pork rib soup from the kitchen. “Adeline, you’ve worked hard. I made this soup myself for you. You’re weak and need to regain your strength,” he said tenderly, sitting by the bed and feeding Adeline with a gentle smile, the picture of a happy family. My father-in-law shook a rattle to entertain the baby, grinning widely. “This kid is as charming as his mom. Thank goodness he doesn’t take after Olivia, who was always so serious. Having a doctor for a mom would have been worrisome.” My grip on the door handle tightened. I remembered when I first met my father-in-law, he proudly patted my shoulder, saying having a daughter-in-law who was a doctor made him proud. But now, he claims doctors don’t belong in a family. I had only been abroad for a year for further study, yet there was no longer a place for me in this home. I lowered my head, a bitter smile on my lips. I married Liam three years ago, and we once had a child. But due to an accident, I lost the child and suffered uterine damage, making me infertile for life. Upon hearing this news, I was devastated. Liam held me and comforted me, promising he would have children only with me for the rest of his life. For me, he even chose not to have children. Yet now, he has broken his promise to fulfill Adeline’s last wish, shattering his own principles. I still remember the day I went abroad for further study. He cried like a child, holding me tightly, unwilling to let go. For this whole year, we spoke on the phone daily, sharing our lives. Even my colleagues teased us for being like newlyweds despite three years of marriage. But just a month ago, I finally managed to get a vacation to come home. Even after a nine-hour flight, I didn’t complain about being tired. I rushed home, only to see Liam and Adeline holding hands, taking a walk in the neighborhood, and Adeline was obviously pregnant. My train of thought was interrupted by Adeline’s voice. “Olivia, when did you get back? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?” Hearing her voice, everyone inside turned toward the entryway. When my mother-in-law saw the resignation letter in my hand, her brow furrowed deeply. “Why did I agree to let Liam marry such a jinx? Resigning from your job, are you planning to live off Liam?” My father-in-law chimed in, “You can’t even hold onto a secure job. What can you do? If I had known you were useless, I wouldn’t have let you in the door!” “Adeline is precious now. She and the baby need money everywhere. You’re not helping Liam but causing trouble. Is this how you act as a wife?” I found it laughable. “And what about Liam? He got someone else pregnant while I was furthering my studies. Is that how a husband should act?” “Enough, Olivia. I’m doing this for your own good,” Liam snapped, his eyes icy. “You can’t have children, so I let Adeline have a baby for you, letting you experience motherhood. Why can’t you understand my good intentions?” “Besides, it’s a win-win situation. It fulfills Adeline’s wish and lets you be a mother without the pain. I don’t get why you’re angry!” “Two years ago, if it weren’t for Adeline saving me from a car accident, I would have died. She’s an orphan now and has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. In a while, no one will remember her.” “As a woman, shouldn’t you sympathize with her? Why are you always against her? Or do you think I’m just a despicable man?” Adeline gently tugged on Liam’s hand, looking at me with a face full of sympathy. “Olivia, please say less. I know it’s all my fault. I promise not to appear in your life from now on. But don’t let me affect your marriage, okay?” Looking at the four of them united against me, I found it hilarious. So, this is what a real family looks like. Suddenly, Liam spoke up, “Olivia, my patience has limits. If you target Adeline again, don’t blame me for not being polite!” “If you want to keep living with me, behave yourself. At next week’s full moon celebration, I can publicly acknowledge you as the child’s mother in front of family and friends.” Next week? I glanced at the sleeping baby in the stroller. Next week, I’m leaving for abroad. But before I go, I don’t mind giving them an unforgettable surprise.

I nodded calmly. “Alright.” With that, I ignored their reactions and went back to the bedroom to pack my things. Since I’ve decided to leave completely, I don’t want to leave any trace here. In the living room, the laughter seeped through the door. My hands paused slightly as I folded clothes. “Adeline, let’s name the baby Liam Adeline, so even if he calls someone else mom in the future, he won’t forget you as his biological mother.” Even without seeing it, I could imagine Liam saying this with a face full of affection. My heart was already riddled with wounds from him. I suddenly remembered last month when I rushed home, carrying souvenirs I had bought for Liam abroad. But at the doorstep, I saw Liam and Adeline returning from a walk, hand in hand. Unlike Liam’s look of horror, Adeline looked at me with confusion, asking if I had the wrong house. “Did you get the wrong door? This is my home.” I said nothing, staring at Adeline’s pregnant belly. Ten months away, and my husband moved his beloved into our home, and she’s pregnant. What happened is obvious. Liam hurriedly stood between us, introducing me to Adeline. “This is my wife, Olivia.” I thought Adeline would back down hearing this, but she acted the perfect hostess, even inviting me inside. As we passed each other, she whispered so only we could hear, “I heard you’ve been married to Liam for three years? A stand-in will always be a stand-in, unlike me, the real deal!” “Once I came back, didn’t you obediently give up your place?” Anger surged, and I couldn’t hold back. I swung my hand, slapping her face, all my longing for Liam over the ten months turning into fury. Until neighbors heard the commotion and called the police. We were both taken to the station, but since it involved family matters, they couldn’t intervene much and let us go home. Back home, my in-laws, who had rushed over, berated me relentlessly—accusing me of making such a scene upon my return and embarrassing us in front of the neighbors. They said I’d wasted all those years of education by hitting someone and if anything happened, they wouldn’t forgive me. They had always known about Liam and Adeline, even supporting them wholeheartedly. In just a year, Adeline had become their ideal daughter-in-law. I was the only one left in the dark. My mouth tasted bitter. Liam, with teary eyes, approached to grab my hand, trying to persuade me. “Olivia, I never meant to betray you. But Adeline’s health is poor. The doctors said she has at most six months to live, and her only wish is to be a mother, to have a child of her own.” “She’s my savior. I couldn’t bear to let her die with regrets…” “I wanted to discuss it with you, but you were abroad. I was afraid it would disrupt your studies. I thought I’d tell you once you returned.” “If you’re willing, we could raise this child together, okay?”

Such a big matter, yet he spoke about it so casually. I packed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase. Just then, my mother-in-law entered, seeing the suitcase by my feet with a look of ‘finally, you know your place.’ “After all, she saved my life. I can’t let her leave this world full of regrets…” “I wanted to discuss this with you earlier, but since you were overseas, I didn’t want to interrupt your studies. I thought it best to wait until you came back.” “If you’re open to it, how about we raise this child together?” Such a significant matter, yet he spoke of it so nonchalantly. I tucked the last piece of clothing into my suitcase just as my mother-in-law walked in. Her expression said, “Finally, you’ve come to your senses.” “Since you weren’t here, I let Adeline use your room. Now, the study has been converted into a nursery, so you’ll need to sleep in the living room tonight. If you don’t like that, feel free to check into a hotel.” I was genuinely exhausted and didn’t have the energy to find a hotel, so I nodded, ready to make do on the sofa for the night. But in the dead of night, the sound of a crying baby came from the bedroom. I turned over, about to put in earplugs, when I heard Adeline’s frustrated voice. “Liam, can you do something about the baby? He’s been crying non-stop.” Then I heard Liam chuckle softly. “Aren’t you my darling? Just take care of yourself. Let the kid cry a bit more; it’s good for his lungs.” I pulled the blanket over my head, trying hard to ignore their laughter. But when I closed my eyes, I still saw Liam’s face from when he first confessed his love to me. Back then, he was lively and full of energy, with his whole world revolving around me. But that version of him no longer belonged to me. I drifted into a restless sleep, and by dawn, I was out the door with my suitcase. At City Hall, I canceled my household registration and processed my papers to go abroad. With all the necessary documentation, everything was handled quickly, and the staff didn’t ask many questions. Just as I was leaving, one of the staff handed me a piece of fruit candy. “May all your wishes come true.” I gave her a grateful smile and found a nearby hotel. After setting down my luggage, I went out to find something to eat and unexpectedly ran into Liam and Adeline with their family. Adeline, wearing a Patek Philippe bracelet, looked smug, showing no sign of someone gravely ill. “Olivia, I thought I recognized you from afar. Liam insisted you couldn’t possibly be here.” Her gaze fell on the job flyer in my hand, and she smiled knowingly. “So you’re job hunting? But why would you settle for a waitress position?” “Even if you’re upset with Liam, there’s no need to make things hard on yourself.” I stayed silent. A young girl had handed me the flyer on the street, and I took it because I felt sorry for her working in the cold weather. Seeing my silence, Adeline’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and her smile widened. “If you’d told me you were looking for a job, maybe I could’ve helped.” “We’re family. If you’re doing well, Liam and the child will have support, and I can feel at ease.” At that moment, my silence was almost an admission. Liam’s previously confused expression turned harsh. He frowned deeply, his lips forming a hard line, and looked at me with disdain. “What’s there to recommend? She insisted on leaving such a good job as a doctor. Now, even if she starves on the street, she doesn’t deserve sympathy.” “Olivia, I can’t believe you’d go to such lengths to force me to give up the child. You’ve really disappointed me!” Staring at his familiar face, I felt like he was a stranger. I remembered when we were first married, how internal competition at the hospital made me want to resign and switch careers. Liam held me in his arms and gently comforted me: “We’re a team. No matter what you decide, I support you.” “Resigning is no big deal, honey. I’ll always be here for you.” But now, he allowed another woman to humiliate me. He forgot what he once told me and the deep feelings we shared. Even my in-laws shook their heads in disdain. “Olivia, you’re like a hen that can’t lay eggs and always out of the house. How can you compare to Adeline?” “It’s only natural for Liam to look for someone else. Blame yourself for not being attractive.” Their words grew more exaggerated, and passersby began to glance our way. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails digging into my skin. Just as I was about to speak, Adeline stepped forward. “We’re about to take a family photo, Olivia. Why don’t you join us? I’ll count on you to look after Liam and the baby in the future.” I glanced at her, saying nothing. Liam immediately objected, shielding Adeline in his arms and sneering at me. “Adeline, you’re too kind, but she might not appreciate it.” “Olivia, who are you giving that face to? Go or don’t go. Your presence would just lower our family’s standards.” With that, he took Adeline and headed toward the photo studio. “We’ll leave now. Don’t let us stop you from looking for a job, Olivia~” Before leaving, Adeline gave me a meaningful look. Watching them walk away, I felt no waves in my heart. To the outside world, they seemed like such a harmonious family. If that’s what Liam wants, then why not let them have it? 4. Three days before leaving, I received a message from the director. He said the expert I had asked him to contact was in the country for a forum and could help check on my mother-in-law’s asthma. She had been dealing with asthma for years. Although it was under control, it still sometimes flared up, and she’d been to the hospital in emergencies before. So, while studying abroad, I asked colleagues to collect related cases for me. No matter what, the years of relationship still meant something. Once I finished this, we’d be even. But when I told her I wanted to take her to the hospital, her face changed instantly. “Why go to the hospital for no reason? Are you cursing me just because I criticized you?” “Olivia, you’re so malicious. The last time I had a check-up, the doctor said I was healthy. What’s there to check?” “There’s a top expert on asthma in the country today. You could see him, just as a follow-up…” Before I could finish, she threw a water cup at me. “Sounds great, but could a jobless person like you really schedule with a top expert? All you do is brag! Remember when Adeline stayed up late to book my appointment? Where were you then?” She compared me to Adeline at every turn, her attitude clear. No matter what I did, it was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t compare to Adeline. With this thought in mind, I just smiled bitterly. “Fine, if you don’t want to go, we won’t.” Maybe I’m just meddling where I shouldn’t. Soon, it was time for the baby’s Full Moon Celebration. I arrived late, seeing the banquet hall packed with relatives whose names I didn’t know. For a moment, I felt dazed. The event was even grander than my wedding to Liam. And right by the entrance, there was a family photo of the five of them. As for me, from start to finish, I was just a joke. Relatives and friends whispered when they saw me, and I could guess the gist. Soon, Aunt Fiona grabbed my arm, making small talk. “Olivia, when did you return? Liam never mentioned it. And when did you have a baby?” “I heard you’re being promoted to Chief Medical Officer at the General Hospital after your studies abroad. Your future’s so bright!” I didn’t say anything, just nodded politely. But I could see the disdain in their eyes. After all, I wasn’t in the family photo. And it wasn’t me standing by Liam at the banquet. Someone pointed at the woman feeding Liam dessert and asked. “Olivia, who is that?” I smiled faintly. “Liam’s new wife.” The gossiping aunts nearby widened their eyes, then huddled together, whispering again. Since Liam’s family didn’t care, why should I cover for them? Just then, Liam took the stage and grabbed the microphone. “I’m so glad everyone could come to my son’s Full Moon Celebration.” “Before this, I never considered becoming a father or believed I could play the role well.” “But when I heard the baby’s cries, I realized the responsibility and duties of fatherhood.” The aunt next to me shouted, “Let the baby’s mother come up and say a few words! Where’s the mother?” The banquet hall’s atmosphere froze for a moment. Everyone’s eyes darted between Adeline and me. The answer was obvious, but the aunt’s question seemed to urge Liam to admit it himself. “I never really considered becoming a father before now and certainly didn’t think I could handle the responsibility.” “But when I heard the baby’s cries, the weight of fatherhood hit me.” Aunt Hazel loudly interjected, “Let the child’s mother come up and speak! Where is she?” The room fell silent. Eyes darted between me and Olivia. The truth was all but spoken, but Aunt Hazel seemed intent on hearing Liam Bennett admit it himself. Locking eyes with Liam, I slowly made my way to the stage. He was dumbfounded as I took the microphone from him. “What are you doing? Don’t you dare say anything reckless,” he hissed, panic flickering in his eyes as he grabbed my sleeve, but I brushed him off without looking back. A clear conscience fears no accusation. I began speaking calmly, “First, thank you all for traveling here for this celebration.” “Many of you witnessed Liam Bennett and me getting married, and have supported us with your blessings. You might have seen our family photo at the entrance earlier.” Liam’s face paled at this. He charged toward me, trying to snatch the microphone. I quickly sidestepped, holding the microphone firmly as I continued: “Honestly, I was shocked too, but more so when I returned from a year abroad to find Liam Bennett with another woman. They even had a child.” “They tried to convince me it was for my own good to accept the child as mine. But I refuse to bear that burden or swallow that lie.” “Liam Bennett, I want a divorce.”

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When I abandoned my strategy and disclosed the existence of the system, my ex-girlfriend—whom I couldn’t let go of—surprisingly agreed to marry me and promised to give me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her, so I enthusiastically prepared for the wedding. But instead, she lured me onto an operating table. “You are a strategist capable of indefinite revival, but he is in the final stages of heart failure and is dying.” “Don’t worry, once his surgery is successful and he’s recovered, I’ll fully return to the family and help you complete your mission.” What she didn’t realize was that the moment she took my heart, my strategy had already failed, and my memory was wiped clean. A month later, when she smiled and called me “husband,” asking if I had thought of a name for the baby, I was bewildered. “We don’t even know each other, where is this child coming from?” “Nora, this isn’t the road to the wedding venue, is it?” I sat in the passenger seat, observing the unfamiliar scenery outside, calmly speaking. My wife, Nora Johnson, visibly flinched and then held my hand tightly, smiling as she explained: “Declan, are you getting cold feet about the wedding?” “We’ve planned this wedding for so long. Where else would we be going?” Listening to Nora’s explanation, I remained silent, not responding. Even though she hid it well, she overlooked one detail. Since I arrived in this world to complete my mission, we have been together for a full seven years. I know her too well. Whenever she lies, she instinctively bites her lip. And the moment I asked, she immediately locked the car doors. It felt like she was afraid I might jump out of the car and escape. Thinking about this, I wasn’t surprised, but rather felt a sense of relief. I silently took out a cigarette from my pocket. With a click, the lighter sparked a flame. I took a deep drag, the nicotine filling my lungs with a bitterness that made me especially clear-headed. “Nora, I’ve been by your side for seven years; there’s no need to deceive me.” I exhaled a puff of smoke, my tone calm but tinged with self-mockery. “It’s unnecessary and pointless.” “You’re actually taking me to the hospital to help Theo Brooks with a heart transplant, aren’t you?” Hearing Theo Brooks’ name, Nora suddenly slammed on the brakes, nearly causing a rear-end collision. But I wasn’t surprised by Nora’s reaction. After all, he was once her first love, just a step away from walking down the aisle with her. After a while, her face regained composure, and she forced a smile that was more of a grimace. “Declan, my relationship with Theo Brooks is long over.” “Now I just want to be with you, Declan, believe me.” Unfortunately, even though her words sounded nice, her eyes flickered incessantly, never daring to meet mine. I took a deep breath and interrupted: “On such an important day, why aren’t you wearing a wedding dress and insisted on driving yourself?” “We clearly hired a driver and a fleet, didn’t we?” Upon hearing this, the car interior fell silent, leaving only the crackling sound of burning tobacco. After a while, she lowered her head and admitted: “You are a traveler; you can revive until the strategy task is completed. But he is in end-stage heart failure and can’t hold on without surgery.” “He is so kind and so young; he shouldn’t end his life so hastily.” Her voice carried a hint of a sob, as if pleading or explaining. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh: “So, this is why you tricked me into marriage, so you could take my heart for his surgery?” “Do you know this is illegal…” Before I could finish, Nora kissed me to silence me, her tears falling onto my face. The sweet kisses of the past now tasted only bitter. “Don’t say anymore… I really can’t watch him die.” “Since we’ve already gotten the marriage certificate, help me one last time, okay?” “Once his surgery is successful and he recovers, I’ll fully return to the family and help you complete your strategy task.” She clutched my hand, seemingly using all her strength to say these words. I looked at her almost pleading request and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I’ve strategized with Nora for seven years and have never seen her bow to anyone. Whether facing threats from superiors or false accusations from peers, she always maintained her pride and principles. But now, as long as Theo Brooks could survive, she didn’t care about anything else. Sure enough. Before I could refuse, I felt dizzy and my body gradually lost strength. But Nora seemed to have anticipated this, calmly saying: “Declan, don’t struggle. I added a handful of sleeping pills to breakfast today.” “To save him, I have no choice.” With that, Nora stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, heading in the opposite direction of the wedding. … When I woke up again, the car was parked outside an abandoned private hospital. After all, a living heart transplant doesn’t comply with medical regulations. Soon, a group of people dressed in surgical gowns and masks had me fully restrained. “Miss Johnson, you’ve finally brought the heart source. If you delay any longer, Mr. Brooks won’t make it.” Upon hearing this, Nora’s face turned white, and she rushed towards Theo Brooks’ hospital room, leaving me, the mobile heart, behind. Soon, Nora saw Theo Brooks lying on the hospital bed, pale and barely breathing. “Theo!” “How did you end up like this?” She exclaimed, rushing forward to hold his hand, her heart seemingly shattering. “It’s okay now, everything’s okay now. Soon you’ll have a new heart.” Her voice trembled, carrying a sob. Theo Brooks weakly smiled, gripping her hand in return, his eyes full of relief at being saved. “I knew you’d come, Nora.” And I, bound to the side, watched this touching scene unfold and couldn’t help but smile self-deprecatingly. In her eyes, Theo Brooks was her everything, so what was I? A partner to make ends meet? Or a mobile blood pack to save a life? But this question may never have an answer. From afar, Nora noticed my gaze. She suddenly turned to look at me, slowly approaching as if wanting to embrace me. But I moved aside, avoiding her touch, my expression cold. “Go on, aren’t you going to save your precious Theo? Hurry up.” Nora froze, then spoke with a trembling voice: “Declan, I’m sorry.” “But rest assured, once Theo’s surgery is successful, I’ll immediately return to the family and help you complete the strategy task.” I said nothing to her promise. Because she didn’t know, when my life became a tool to save Theo Brooks, my strategy had already utterly failed. The next moment, as the anesthetic began to take effect, my consciousness gradually blurred. Just when I thought the system would erase me for failing the strategy, it suddenly spoke: “Host strategy task failed! Erasing… host’s entire memory of Nora Johnson.”

Hearing the system’s punishment, I was stunned. I didn’t expect the system to only plan on erasing my memories of Nora Johnson. And not my life. This wasn’t so much a punishment; for me now, it was more like a release. The next moment, the system pulled my soul from my body, and the past seven years with Nora Johnson unfolded before my eyes like scenes from a movie. Seven years ago, I had just arrived in this world. With language barriers and struggles everywhere, I began to decay, buying drinks at night and nearly freezing to death in the icy wilderness. It was Nora Johnson who saved me, taking me back to her rented apartment. Even though I hadn’t showered for a month, reeking of a sour stench, Nora was unfazed. She even brought over two cases of beer, drinking with me until we passed out. That night, she shared a lot. She said she once wanted to die too. But thinking of a promise with someone, she gritted her teeth and held on. That night, she laughed so openly and purely. Like a beam of light, illuminating my shattered heart. From that day on, I put away all my thoughts, deciding to live for Nora Johnson. From now on, her wish was my wish. Her dream was my dream. Perhaps because of similar experiences, we quickly got together. Back then, we were still poor, and suppliers were delaying payments, leaving the company with no funds. At the end of the year, our feast was merely an upgrade from packet noodles to cup noodles. Even so, we still found joy in it. Nora Johnson and I squatted in the rented apartment, eating cup noodles. I boasted about my talents and abilities, saying once the company went public, I’d throw the grandest, most enviable wedding for her. That day, she laughed so happily. Like a crescent moon, lighting up my world. I thought we’d keep going like this. But then Theo Brooks returned to the country, shattering my illusions. As the year came to a close, our feast was simply upgrading from bagged instant noodles to cup noodles. Yet, we were content with this. Nora and I sat in our little rented apartment, eating instant noodles. I ambitiously talked up my talents and abilities, telling her that when the company went public, we’d have the grandest wedding ever, one that would make everyone green with envy. That day, she laughed joyfully. Her smile was like a sliver of moonlight that brightened my whole world. I believed we would continue on like this forever. But everything fell apart the day Declan Carter returned to the country. She, who placed her career above all else, unceremoniously ditched a supplier worth thirty million and drove straight to the airport without a second thought. She returned to the office a week later, acting as if nothing had happened. But after that, her interactions with Declan Carter became more frequent. At first, I wasn’t worried. I thought that our years together wouldn’t be easily shaken by a long-lost first love. But seeing her start to giggle at her phone left me panicking. That was the unmistakable sign of being in love, something I knew all too well. Later, I discovered that the “promise” she’d held onto all this time was with Declan Carter. They had agreed that no matter what happened, she’d wait for him to return and marry her. And she had waited, up until now. But thankfully, it’s all finally coming to an end. I released her, and in doing so, I freed myself. Just as my soul was about to press the button to erase these memories, the tightly shut doors of the operating room suddenly burst open. In came Nora, leaving me stunned. What was she doing here? She rushed in to interrupt the surgery, and the doctor quickly blocked her. “Miss , the surgery is in progress, please leave!” But she ignored him, her eyes anxiously fixed on my body, already opened up on the operating table. Seeing this, a flicker of hope sparked within my soul. Could it be… Did she regret it? Does Nora still care about me? But the next moment, she grabbed the doctor’s arm and urgently said: “Doctor, can you take his liver and kidneys too, to give to Declan?” 3. She confirmed that I was unconscious, sighed in relief, and continued: “Declan just told me his liver and kidneys have been damaged by years of medication. A new transplant would help him recover faster.” Listening to Nora’s casual words about taking my organs, it felt like my heart was being crushed in a juicer. Is this what she meant by loving me? She even planned for Declan’s post-surgery recovery, not wanting him to endure any discomfort. And what about me? The wedding and kids could wait and be sacrificed! A bitter smile spread from the corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and silently selected the option to erase my memories. Keeping such feelings would only bring more pain. I’d rather remember nothing. From now on, I’ll live for myself! … I don’t know how much time passed. The strong smell of disinfectant forced my eyes open. A young nurse came over and adjusted my IV bottle. “You’re awake? How are you feeling?” “Alright, where am I?” The nurse frowned. “You’re in a hospital. You’ve been in a coma for a week.” A week? I tried to recall, but my memory was blank. Seeing my confusion, the nurse sighed, looking unsurprised: “All the other patients have family taking care of them, but you’ve had no one visiting for a week. Your bedside was as quiet as a morgue.” “Now that you’re awake, contact someone you know and get ready to pay the bills later.” I opened my phone, ready to contact my parents. A series of unread messages popped up, all from a man named “Declan Carter.” “Luke, the surgery was a success! Thanks to your organs, I survived! Love you, muah!” Attached was a photo of Nora nestled in his arms. “Nora made me soup today, so happy! Luke, take care of yourself too!” In the picture, Nora was feeding him steaming chicken soup. “Nora said she wants to take me out in the sun today, I’m so excited! Luke, when will you be discharged? Let’s go together!” Day after day, Declan Carter sent messages flaunting his relationship with Nora, his words filled with pride and provocation. I just frowned. Who’s this idiot? Why is he tagging me all the time? The woman in the photo looks nice, but is that worth boasting about? Nutcase! I muttered and blocked him without hesitation. But shortly after, the door to my hospital room swung open. It was Declan Carter and Nora. Declan rushed over, hugging me excitedly. “Luke, you’re finally awake! So you were in the room diagonally across? Why didn’t you say something earlier? I would’ve been here right away!” “After all, if not for you, I would’ve been dead!” His tone was exaggerated, his expression overly dramatic, calling me his lifesaver, though his eyes were full of disdain. I was speechless. Can’t this guy talk properly? Why act like a show-off? He’s been tagging and mocking me, and now he’s pretending to be a good guy? I coldly pushed him away. “Get lost, do I know you? You’re disgusting.” Declan was momentarily stunned, then a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he collapsed theatrically to the floor. “Oh no! Luke, I knew you’d be angry with me!” “Maybe I should just die!” He clutched his chest, acting as if he couldn’t breathe. Nora quickly supported him, comforting him: “Declan, don’t get worked up, the doctor said you’re still weak after surgery.” Then she turned to me, holding my hand, and earnestly advised: “Luke, I know you’re upset, but that’s all in the past.” “You’re fine now, isn’t that enough?” “Why push Declan? He’s just had surgery and is still weak.” I looked at this beautiful stranger in front of me, not feeling the slightest bit moved, only a vague sense of disgust. Who is this woman, doesn’t she get it? He fell on his own, how can she blame me? And how is he weak? He’s been up late every night tagging and provoking me. He seems perfectly fine! Before I could think further, Nora sighed and, holding my arm, earnestly said: “Alright, dear, no matter what, it’s all in the past.” “I know you probably won’t forgive me easily.” “So…” She paused, seemingly realizing something, and gently explained: “I came today to tell you a surprise.” With that, Nora took out a test report from her bag and looked at me lovingly. “Dear, I found out I’m pregnant. Weren’t you always asking for a child?” “You finally got your wish!” “Have you thought about a name?” “Right, before it shows, let’s quickly reschedule the wedding. It’ll be even more luxurious than what you planned.” “From now on, the three of us will live happily together, okay?” She placed one hand on her belly and held my hand with the other. Her gaze was tender, as if she was deeply in love with me. But I shook off her hand, looking at her with disdain. “A child?” “We don’t even know each other, where’s this child from?” “Is finding a sucker to take over the new trend now?”

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My Sister Ran Away from Her Wedding, So I Was Forced to Marry a Man Who Doesn’t Love Me After the wedding, he treated me terribly, his heart only belonging to my sister, Melody. “Don’t think marrying me will give you an easy life! I’ll only ever love Melody!” My husband’s love was unwavering, all because my sister had saved his life when they were children. Soon after, I became pregnant, but he wanted to cut open my belly to take my son’s blood! Even my own parents came to help, all for the sake of curing my sister’s illness! “It’s your blessing to be able to help cure Melody! Stop struggling, or I won’t be so nice!” “It’s just a little blood! That’s your own sister. Do you want to watch her die?” My heart turned to ashes, and I gave up struggling. But after I died, when my husband discovered the scar on my leg, he went completely insane. 0 “The baby is very healthy. Just make sure to get plenty of rest.” “Thank you, doctor.” I left the examination room with my prenatal checkup report, feeling a small comfort as I read the words confirming my baby’s health. “Young lady, I’ve noticed you always come alone. Where’s your husband? You’re six months pregnant now, it’s dangerous. How can he let you come by yourself?” As I sat in a chair, a nurse who looked like the head nurse suddenly struck up a conversation with me. I lowered my head and smiled self-mockingly, gripping the report tightly. “He’s busy with work. I’m fine on my own. Thank you for your concern.” Hearing this, the head nurse handed me a cup of hot water, grumbling disapprovingly, “Having a baby is a big deal in life. Your husband is being very inconsiderate. You should really talk to him when you get home.” I nodded and thanked her again. Lucas and I weren’t in love at all. To be precise, he despised me, hated me, and wouldn’t even look me in the eye. We were married under unavoidable circumstances because my sister had run away from her wedding. To save face for both families, I was forced to take her place as the sacrifice. When Lucas found out about the switch, he was furious. But the Young family ignored his protests, and he naturally took out his anger and resentment on me. He believed I had forcibly replaced my “evil sister” as his bride, thinking me vicious and hypocritical. Even now that I was pregnant, his attitude hadn’t changed. “Where are you?” I sighed and dialed Lucas’s number. The other end was noisy, clearly at some nightclub. “Make it quick. Don’t ruin my mood.” Lucas’s impatient voice came through, almost hateful. “I had my checkup today, and it looks like it’s about to rain. Could you come pick me up?” I tentatively asked him. He was silent for a few seconds, then laughed coldly. “Aria Snow, don’t think you can use these tricks to make me sympathize with you. Keep dreaming. I’m not coming to get you.” My heart trembled. Although I was used to hearing such words from him, I couldn’t help feeling heartbroken and upset. “Lucas, what are you doing? Come over here!” I was about to say something when I heard a girl’s coquettish voice. It was my sister, Melody. “Nothing, just dealing with a nuisance.” Through the phone, I clearly heard their intimate voices. I felt drained of energy, my hand slowly lowering. So I had always been just a nuisance. Seeing that I wasn’t speaking, Lucas cursed under his breath and hung up. I covered my face and sighed, the checkup report long since crumpled in my hand. My sister Melody was beautiful, especially her eyes, which were bright and captivating to anyone who saw them. She had many suitors, including Lucas. Ever since Lucas met Melody, he insisted she was the one who had saved his life as a child because she wore his necklace. From that moment, he fell hopelessly in love with my sister and immediately decided to marry her. This should have been a good match, but Melody wasn’t one to settle down. She wanted Lucas’s love but didn’t want to be tied down to just one man. So she ran away on their wedding day. Surprisingly, instead of getting angry, Lucas pursued her even more, which only increased his disgust towards me day by day. I vaguely remember that on the wedding day, Lucas rushed into my dressing room and grabbed my wrist. “Where’s Melody? Why is it you! I won’t agree to marry you, you shameless woman! Where have you hidden Melody?” Faced with Lucas’s furious questioning, I spoke softly, “She ran away from the wedding. My parents forced me to marry you to save face for both families.” “Impossible! Get out! You must have done something to sabotage this. Let me tell you, I’ll only ever love Melody. Don’t think you can tear us apart!” Lucas glared at me, his grip on my wrist tightening. The pain made me forcefully pull away, glaring back at him angrily. “Lucas! Do you think I want to marry you? If it weren’t for my father’s reputation, I wouldn’t even look at you. You’d better cooperate today, or don’t blame me for doing something drastic.” I paused for a few seconds, then changed my tone, “Especially to your precious Melody, I…” “Bitch!” Before I could finish, Lucas grabbed my neck and pinned me against the wall, glaring at me fiercely. “If you dare touch her, I’ll make your life a living hell!” He only let go after I struggled for a while. I coughed violently, falling to the ground in a mess. “You’re crazy! If you have the guts, just kill me! We both hate this marriage anyway. Wouldn’t it be better if I disappeared?” I covered my neck, gasping for air, still glaring hatefully at the man towering over me. Lucas sneered and crouched down, looking at me with pity, “You’ve used every trick to marry me. If you really died, how would I have the chance to meet Melody at your house in the future? So stay alive. I want you, this vain woman, to watch with your own eyes as Melody and I fall in love.” With that, Lucas wiped his hands in disgust, stood up, and left the dressing room, leaving me alone to suffer the humiliation. On our wedding night, Lucas didn’t come back. He even threw all my things into the study. After the wedding, Lucas’s attitude towards me remained terrible. He didn’t even want to stay under the same roof with me. He only came home a handful of times each month. I thought we would just continue like this, not interfering with each other’s lives, but then Lucas’s grandfather suddenly wanted a grandson. So Lucas and I were forced to share a bed, compelling ourselves to be intimate. He often blindfolded himself with red silk to avoid looking at me, while I kept my eyes tightly shut, praying for it to be over quickly. A few months later, I became pregnant as hoped. Perhaps it was the love this new life brought me, but I started to hope for a happy married life, to give him a complete family. After all, the child was innocent. When Lucas heard the news, he was stunned at first, his face filled with surprise. He probably never imagined he would become a father one day, especially with a woman he despised. That’s why he never accompanied me to a single prenatal checkup. “Excuse me, do you need any help?” The nurse’s voice brought me back to reality. I quickly wiped away my tears and shook my head. Then I gathered my things and left the hospital. Outside, it was pouring rain. By the time I got home from the hospital, I was completely soaked and looked a mess. “Dad, the baby…” I was about to tell my father that the baby was fine when I saw Lucas and Melody sitting arm in arm on our living room sofa. At that moment, I felt like the rain had drenched my heart completely. “See? You made it home just fine. Why did you have to ask me if I could pick you up? Your act of playing the victim is truly disgusting.” Lucas looked at me mockingly, his expression as if watching a clown perform in a circus. “Why are you back so late, looking like such a mess? Don’t embarrass yourself here!” My stepmother glanced at me with disdain and threw a towel at my face. I clenched my fists, my long-suppressed emotions finally bursting out, “Lucas! I’ve never said anything about you fooling around with Melody before. I’ve been tolerant enough. Just because you can’t marry her, why do you have to take it out on me? If it weren’t for my dad forcing me, do you think you’re such a catch? You don’t deserve me!” “How dare you speak to Lucas like that? No wonder he doesn’t like you. Look at yourself, acting like a shrew. Can’t you learn from Melody?” My dad, hearing the commotion, came out and immediately pointed at me, criticizing. “Then why don’t you let Melody marry him? Save me from having to watch them disgust me every day!” I shouted loudly. Melody quickly came over and held my arm, speaking with difficulty, “Sister, I didn’t mean to run away. I just wasn’t ready. Don’t blame me, and don’t blame Lucas either.” “Melody.” I looked at her with a cold smile. Only I knew what kind of fangs were hidden behind that pure facade. “Do you like Lucas?” I asked directly. “I…” Seemingly not expecting me to ask so directly, Melody’s expression froze, and she bit her lower lip. “Are you sick? Melody is kindly apologizing to you, and that’s your attitude! Her liking me is my business. She doesn’t need to respond. If you dare to speak rudely to her or treat her badly again, see how I’ll deal with you!” Lucas put his arm around Melody’s shoulders, holding the small figure in his arms. The scene looked warm and harmonious, but to me, it was extremely irritating. “If you love her so much, let’s get divorced,” I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, my father slapped me hard across the face. The pain immediately spread across my cheek, stinging fiercely. “Shameless thing, how dare you say such outrageous words! Quickly apologize to Lucas!” I looked at my father in shock. Ever since our family business started declining, he had become obsessed with connecting with the Young family, even willing to sell the small company my mother left behind before she died, and sell me as well. Seeing his previously gritting teeth now turn into this appearance, my heart turned ice cold. “I couldn’t ask for anything better. If it weren’t for your father saying you’re carrying the Young family’s flesh and blood, I would have kicked you far away long ago. Who are you to act so arrogantly here?” Lucas snorted disdainfully, while Melody in his arms wore an expression of watching a show. “Sister, I was young then, please don’t blame me. Now I truly hope you two can be happy,” Melody said. “We won’t be happy together,” Lucas said coldly, glancing at me before taking Melody’s hand. “I’m only happy with you.” Melody giggled shyly, then looked at me pitifully. “Are you blaming me, sister? Do you think I’m the third wheel in your marriage? I don’t want it to be like this either, but Lucas…” Melody choked up a bit, then continued, “Mr. Young has been persistently pursuing me. I couldn’t say anything too impolite. I hope you can understand, sister. I don’t want to ruin your relationship.” Melody spoke convincingly; I had to admire her acting skills. Melody was about to say something else when Lucas stepped in front of her. “Stop wasting words with her. Didn’t you come back to change clothes? My mom is still waiting to go to the movies. Don’t let some trash delay us.” I frowned and turned my head away. “If you’re going to leave, then leave. Don’t disturb my child.” I don’t know if it was my imagination, but when I mentioned the child, Melody clearly showed a hint of jealousy. But it was just for a moment, and she quickly resumed her soft, innocent appearance. Lucas said goodbye to my father and stepmother, then left holding Melody’s hand without looking back. I returned to my room exhausted and took a hot shower. At this point, my relationship with Lucas was getting worse and worse, but at least I had this child to give some comfort to my shattered heart. 0

Soon, the baby was over seven months along. One weekend, just as I had received my prenatal checkup results, I learned that my sister had contracted a rare disease and was coughing up blood non-stop. “What sin has our family committed to deserve this? Why does this have to happen to my daughter?” When I rushed home after receiving the call, my stepmother was kneeling by the bed, weeping bitterly. My father was at a loss, pacing back and forth. Lucas was there too, which didn’t surprise me. I just gave him a brief glance. “What did the doctor say? How long has she had these symptoms?” I walked to Melody’s bedside, bending down carefully while supporting my belly to observe her closely. Her face was pale, her lips purple, and blood was still seeping out. She looked extremely weak. “The doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong. We’ve consulted so many people, but no one knows what this condition is! My poor daughter!” My father pounded the wall in anguish, blaming himself for his inability to help. I turned to look at Lucas. His face was filled with anxiety, his eyes red-rimmed, clearly very concerned about Melody. “You don’t have any solutions either?” I asked Lucas. Although I had my reservations about her, I didn’t want her to die. Lucas shook his head helplessly, clenching his fists and trembling all over. It was the first time I had seen him so distraught. “There is a way!” My stepmother suddenly stood up and shouted, “You’re just afraid to use it! You’re afraid of divine retribution, but my daughter’s life is hanging by a thread. Nothing can stop me from saving her!” My stepmother grabbed my father’s collar like a madwoman, shaking him violently. “Mom… Mom, don’t force Dad. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to use this method either. It’s too cruel,” Melody said weakly from the bed, coughing several times and clutching her chest. “It’s because you’re too kind-hearted! Nothing is more important than your life!” My stepmother finished speaking and suddenly turned to look at me, revealing a crazed smile, like a predator eyeing its prey. It made me very uncomfortable. “What method? At this point, Melody’s life is clearly the most important thing. Just tell us, I’ll take responsibility for whatever happens!” Lucas rushed over in a few quick steps, grabbing my stepmother’s shoulders and asking urgently. “There’s a witch in our hometown. I went to consult her. She said Melody has been possessed, and only the blood from the heart of a fully formed fetus can drive away the evil spirit,” my stepmother said emphatically. As soon as she finished speaking, everyone’s gaze fell on me. I felt a chill run down my spine. “What are you going to do?” When my stepmother mentioned the blood from the fetus’s heart, a glint flashed in her eyes. I immediately became alarmed and used my hands to protect my child. Then, Lucas walked over to me and said words I would never forget in this life.

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The child I carried for nine months and gave birth to with great difficulty on the operating table, bleeding profusely, was given away to James’s childhood sweetheart by my husband before I even had a chance to see them. All because she wanted a child but couldn’t have one due to health reasons. I cried and begged, pleading with my husband to return the child to me. But he impatiently said I was being unreasonable, even calling me a complete shrew. For the sake of his childhood sweetheart, I gave in time and time again, until finally, I didn’t even have the right to see my own flesh and blood. I lost all hope and left the divorce papers. But when the truth came to light, James Carter refused to divorce, crying out desperately: “Honey, our child can’t grow up without a father!” “I’ve given the child to Emma Thompson to raise.” James Carter’s casual statement made me lose all ability to think. Enduring the tearing pain in my lower body, the child I had carried for nine months was given away to his childhood sweetheart, without me, the birth mother, even seeing them once. The pain spreading throughout my body made every nerve tense up. I suppressed my sobs and questioned him, “Is this what you meant by telling me the baby was in an incubator?” It had been over half a month since the child was born. Not only had I not seen them, but he didn’t even have a single photo of the baby! He knew how much I treasured this child. During pregnancy, I gave up my favorite foods and didn’t dare use any oils despite being covered in stretch marks. I even suffered massive blood loss during childbirth, receiving one critical condition notice after another. Is this how he treats me? If I hadn’t pestered him today, I probably still wouldn’t know where the child had gone! “Why are you making such a fuss? She can’t have children due to her poor health, while you’re so healthy. Besides, we’re still young. Once you’ve recovered, we can have another one.” James Carter spoke casually, as if the child was something dispensable. “Have you gone mad? That’s your own flesh and blood. How could you give them away without saying a word?” He looked down at me condescendingly, “Why are you being so unreasonable? The child wasn’t sold or killed. It’s enough that they’re alive and well in this world! Anyone can be a mother, right? Besides, your temper is so unstable, you’re not suitable for raising a child. In comparison, Emma is the perfect choice to be a mother!” My heart felt as if it was being squeezed by a large hand, a dull pain spreading through it. In James Carter’s eyes, anyone could be the child’s mother, except for me. But he knew that when I became pregnant, the first thing I did was buy picture books to read to the baby, saying it was to let them feel their parents’ love. It was also he who begged me to fulfill his wish and satisfy his desire to be a father. But after the child was actually born, he changed his tune, arrogantly accusing me of being emotionally unstable and unfit to be a mother. My emotional instability was all because of him. Who could bear having their own child given away to another woman by their husband? That was the child I had longed for, a piece of flesh that had fallen from my body. Tears fell uncontrollably, like pearls from a broken string. Even so, James Carter didn’t show any sign of softening. Instead, he impatiently said, “Cry, cry, cry. All you know is how to cry. It’s just a child, why are you making such a big deal out of it? You even started crying, how pathetic.” In the past, he couldn’t stand to see me cry. As soon as I showed any sign of distress, James Carter would drop everything to comfort me until I felt better. But now, he didn’t care at all, letting me cry and shout like a shrew.

He closed the door behind him, leaving with a light remark, “Calm down, don’t act like a lunatic. No one likes you like this.” The James Carter from before used to like all sides of me and never found me sloppy. But why did everything change after we got married and had a child? I held back my tears and picked up my phone, intending to distract myself, only to see that Emma Thompson had posted on Ins. It was James Carter holding the baby, gently comforting them. Unaware friends commented below: “Wow! Congratulations, you’ve been upgraded! When are you treating us to a celebration dinner?” “Mr. Carter is truly blessed, a happy family of three.” “Your wife is so kind and generous, which direction should I bow to find such a great partner?” So in their eyes, Emma Thompson and he were the perfect match, a match made in heaven. After giving birth, I ended up paving the way for someone else’s happiness. Is this the childhood sweetheart James Carter told me about, who grew up with him without any ulterior motives? Only a fool would believe that. He went to such lengths to put on an act, coming to the hospital every day to comfort me for a bit, lying that the baby was in an incubator, telling me to pump more milk to store for future use. I was so naive to believe what he said, happily storing milk, fantasizing about the baby growing chubby and healthy, and being discharged from the hospital together. Several times during this period, I asked him why he couldn’t stay with me more. James Carter would say that the baby was still small and needed his father by their side. But the hospital’s incubators are watched over by professional medical staff, when would it be his turn? James Carter used the excuse of accompanying the child, but in reality, he was spending intimate time with Emma Thompson, leaving me alone to wallow in endless longing for my child. I often had nightmares where my blood-covered baby cried heartbrokenly, asking me why I had abandoned them… In the dream, I explained a thousand times, saying I never abandoned them… It turns out there were signs all along. A man and a woman alone together, who knows what they might do. The more dejected I became, the more smug Emma Thompson grew, thinking she had achieved her goal. But I refused to let her have her way. I called James Carter, telling him to bring back the fresh milk, after all, it was my child. No matter how much I hated him, I couldn’t let the child suffer. He was initially unwilling, brushing it off by saying formula milk would do. “Honey, that won’t do. Since we’ve given the child to Emma to raise, we should go the extra mile. I’ve heard that babies fed with breast milk grow up healthier, more obedient, and are easier to take care of. It won’t give Emma any trouble either.” Upon hearing Emma Thompson’s name, James Carter rushed to my hospital without a second thought, afraid that she might suffer in the future. Seeing me so obedient, he seemed to feel a bit guilty and explained to me proactively for the first time, “I’m temporarily staying at her place to help take care of our baby. If anything unexpected happens, I can handle it.” But some things become more suspicious the more you try to explain them. At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with James Carter staying at her place, but after his explanation, I immediately understood. What should and shouldn’t have been done, they might have already done it all. I was just kept in the dark, unaware. As he was leaving, he kept looking back, finally hugging me and saying, “We’re still young, we can have more children. But Emma’s health is poor, she can never have children in this lifetime. Let’s just consider this as doing a good deed, accumulating good karma.”

Every word he spoke betrayed his concern for Emma Thompson, his eyes full of pity for her. He talked about how difficult her journey had been, how she was abandoned by her husband and despised by her in-laws for being infertile, finally leaving with nothing. James Carter sympathized with Emma Thompson but never once mentioned how difficult it had been for me. If James Carter truly loved me, how could he have let me get pregnant? Watching me suffer from morning sickness, endure back pain, and experience the terror of massive blood loss. After all, his eyes only had room for Emma Thompson, how could they accommodate me? James Carter ran off quickly, afraid that she would be lonely at home by herself. I missed my child desperately, but when I wanted to see them, I could only watch the videos on Emma Thompson’s Ins until they were worn out. I humbly and pitifully begged James Carter to bring the child to see me, but no matter how much I pleaded, James Carter refused. He only condescendingly sent me a few video clips, which was better than nothing… As long as the baby was doing well, I could bring them home anytime. My body was recovering day by day, and apart from when I provided breast milk, James Carter had little interaction with me. On the day of my discharge, James Carter surprisingly told me he would come to pick me up. But his words were all warnings, “I’m coming to pick you up only because you’re the child’s birth mother. Don’t try any tricks. The baby is being raised very well by Emma Thompson now, they’ve bonded closely. We’ll have another child in the future, and it will surely be as happy and blessed as this one.” I gave him one last chance, packing my things early and quietly waiting for James Carter to come pick me up. But I waited and waited, until the nurses were urging me to leave, until after the hospital had closed, and James Carter still hadn’t come. I signed the divorce papers, left them on the hospital bed, and took a taxi to Emma Thompson’s place. The two of them were holding the baby, feeding them breast milk. The baby was cooing, saying something incomprehensible. My feet felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move. I masochistically watched the entire scene, my heart pierced with pain. James Carter held our child, making another woman happy, giving her the right to be a mother, while casually tossing aside his promises to me, even completely disregarding them. I returned home, physically and mentally exhausted, looking at the unopened wedding decorations, feeling that everything was extremely ironic. After an unknown amount of time, James Carter called, furiously questioning me, “Lily Evans, what the fuck did you leave those divorce papers for?”

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Before I married Alexander Foster, I knew he was obsessed with his cousin. But I never imagined that when his cousin Rosalie framed me for torturing a kitten, he would send me to a psychiatric facility. In that facility, I endured endless torment. Eventually, I gave up on loving him and only wanted a divorce. The once-proud Mr. Foster regretted his actions. With tears in his eyes, he stabbed himself, begging me to love him one more time. “Alex, I swear I didn’t kill Peachy! How could I ever harm a kitten?” I collapsed on the floor, desperately clutching Alexander’s hand. Everyone glared at me with fury, as if they wanted to tear me apart. Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably, “Zoe, why did you hurt my kitten? It only scratched you by accident…” The kitten lay on the ground, its fur brutally torn off and its sapphire-like eyes gouged out, covered in blood… I shook my head repeatedly. It wasn’t me. It really wasn’t. “You’re insane. You belong in a psychiatric facility,” Alexander said coldly, looking at me with disappointment. No! No! I don’t want to go to a psychiatric facility! “No!” I screamed, jolting awake. It was… just a dream. I looked at the small dog cage confining me. How could I forget? A year ago, Alexander had sent me to this psychiatric facility. The sharp click of high heels echoed through the dark hallways of the facility, growing louder and clearer. I started shaking uncontrollably, biting my lip until it bled. It was Rosalie. She had come to torment me again. “Get out!” Several men opened the cage and dragged me out roughly. Rosalie grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up. She slapped me hard across the face several times. My cheeks stung, and I knew they were swollen without even looking. “You bitch! What did you do to make my cousin still think about you?” Rosalie screamed, choking me in her anger. “Whore! Slut! Homewrecker!” As I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she finally let go. “Cough! Cough!” I coughed violently, gasping for air. Without thinking, I knelt down and started apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault! Please forgive me…” I kept bowing until I felt dizzy. Only then did Rosalie speak with false kindness, “Fine, Zoe. Remember to behave when you get out, understand?” I lowered my head, unable to hide the excitement in my eyes. Get out? I could leave? I could hardly believe my ears. “Alex says your birthday is coming up. He’s taking you home for a break. You know what you should and shouldn’t say, right?” Rosalie’s stiletto pressed against my head, the thin heel causing pain. “Yes, I understand! I understand!” As long as I could leave, at least I would have enough to eat and wear, and no one would beat me… When I saw Alexander again, my heart couldn’t help but flutter. After a year apart, he was still as dazzling and impressive as ever. “You’re late,” Alexander said coldly, his words as sharp as always. Rosalie ignored his cold demeanor and clung to his arm, pouting, “Oh, come on, cousin. Zoe just took a while to get ready. Don’t be mad, please?” Alexander smiled indulgently, gently tapping her nose, “Alright, alright. Whatever you say, Rosie. Let’s go home.”

I obediently followed behind them, not showing any dissatisfaction. Alexander suddenly stopped, causing me to bump into his back. Frightened, I instinctively stepped back, looking fearfully at Rosalie. Alexander frowned slightly and opened the car door. “Zoe, you sit in the front.” Hearing this, Rosalie glared at me several times. I shook my head repeatedly, “No, no, I’m fine in the back.” The air seemed to freeze. Rosalie whined about wanting to sit in the front, but this time, Alexander insisted I take the passenger seat. In the end, I gave in. I had loved him for ten years, and compromising for him had become a habit. “Your birthday party has already started. Don’t embarrass me,” Alexander said, glancing at me. “You look nice.” I clenched my fists and nodded slightly. I was wearing a white long-sleeved cocktail dress that perfectly covered the unsightly scars, with lace gloves on my hands. I turned my head, afraid to make eye contact with Alexander. I was scared of him. My gaze unconsciously fell on the car window, where a bright yellow object stood out in the somber car interior. It was the sunflower charm I had stubbornly placed in his car in the past. It was still nodding its head tirelessly, just like how I used to love Alexander without ever getting tired. I guess it was because, apart from him, no one had ever been kind to me. When I was fifteen, both my parents died. My relatives were busy fighting over the inheritance and couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Then, a divorced man twenty years older than me stroked my face and said I would be his child bride. Seventeen-year-old Alexander came to my house for business and witnessed this farce. Then he said, “If you can’t keep her, let her come to the Foster family.” Apart from his cold words, Alexander treated me well. In terms of food, clothing, and other necessities, I was no different from Rosalie. I told him I would repay him in the future. He looked at his book and chuckled, “No need. Just study hard and don’t let me see your ugly grades again.” I must have been too infatuated later, which made him dislike me. “I didn’t throw away your sunflower,” Alexander said calmly, seemingly noticing my gaze. “Thank you,” I replied. “Screech!” The car suddenly braked hard, making the tires screech against the ground. My head jerked forward unexpectedly, and I instinctively closed my eyes, but the expected pain didn’t come. It was Alexander. His well-defined hand covered my head. My head was fine, but his hand was red from the impact. I carefully observed his expression, almost wanting to shrink into the ground, “Are… are you okay?” His amber eyes flashed with anger, exuding a sense of pressure that made me afraid to breathe normally. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he spoke with a forced smile, “Am I okay? Zoe, didn’t you always try to please me before? Why are you acting reserved now?” I nervously bit my lip, speaking softly, “No, I was just wondering what birthday gift you might give me.” This answer should satisfy him, right? Sure enough, he chuckled, “You’ll definitely like it.” His anger was really puzzling to me. In the past, I always tried to please him. To make him happy, I would go out to buy gifts for Rosalie even when I had a high fever, cook different delicious meals every day, and even learn how to be seductive in bed, sacrificing my dignity. I cherished every moment we spent together, so I always chattered non-stop, which annoyed him.

But now that I’m quiet, he’s dissatisfied again… The car started moving again, and I could feel Rosalie’s hateful gaze from behind. I was terrified. If Rosalie wasn’t happy, I would surely be beaten to death when I returned to the psychiatric facility, or maybe even torn apart by dogs… I can’t go back to that place. It would drive me insane! Divorce, divorce. If only I could get a divorce, I would be free. The birthday party was extravagant. But I couldn’t pay attention to anything else. My eyes were fixed on the food on the table. The sweet aroma wafted towards me, making my stomach growl embarrassingly and my gastric pain unbearable. All I could think about was eating. Alexander was caught up in business discussions, while Rosalie was surrounded by other socialites. No one seemed to care that it was my birthday party. I swallowed hard, my hands shaking with excitement. I started stuffing desserts into my mouth one after another, even when my mouth was too full to swallow. I kept eating, completely oblivious to the strange looks from people around me. Suddenly, piano music filled the hall. It was “The Dream of a Wedding.” My mind went blank, and my heart clenched. Almost instinctively, I fell to my knees and started kowtowing, my hands even beginning to tear at my clothes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have seduced men…” Intense fear made my whole body tremble. I could barely distinguish between reality and illusion. In the psychiatric facility, Rosalie always played this piano piece when she tortured me. She said she had always been waiting for the day Alexander would marry her, and she would have this song played at their wedding. She said I ruined everything, that if it weren’t for me, Alexander would have been hers forever. She said this while her thin stiletto heel was pressing hard on my ankle, the intense pain penetrating to the bone. “Will you dare seduce men again, you bitch?” Rosalie’s face was distorted with anger and jealousy. In the dim light, she looked like a demon from hell. Several people violently tore off my clothes. Naked, I could only curl up into a ball as their whips mercilessly lashed down on me. It hurt so much that I shook every night. And in the psychiatric facility, “The Dream of a Wedding” played endlessly, day and night, completely drowning out my screams. No one came to save me. Suddenly, someone yanked me up forcefully. It was Alexander. He frowned, his eyes full of anger, gripping my arm so tightly it hurt. “Zoe, have you gone mad?” His cold words stung me. I gasped for air, his face slowly merging and overlapping with the faces from the psychiatric facility… I shook my head, then nodded, “I’m sorry, I apologize.” But at that moment, I suddenly came to my senses. I wasn’t in the psychiatric facility anymore. Rosalie stood among the crowd, looking at me. When our eyes met, she raised an eyebrow triumphantly, as if warning me to stay away from Alexander, or I would wish I were dead. The murmurs of the people around us became clearer. “This Zoe really is mentally ill, isn’t she? She looked completely insane just now!” “Yeah, it scared me to death. Mr. Foster must be keeping her around out of sentiment. Otherwise, how could a lunatic like her be worthy of being Mrs. Foster? It’s truly embarrassing.” “She started stripping as soon as she had an episode. I wonder if in the psychiatric facility, she was…” I felt Alexander’s grip on me tighten. I cautiously looked at him, and his hand suddenly let go. His voice was cold, “Since when did my family’s affairs become a topic for your gossip?”

Instantly, the world fell silent. Everyone carefully put on smiles and apologized profusely. But I knew Alexander had taken those words to heart. After all, I knew him too well. For the past decade, I had loved him selflessly, analyzing every subtle expression of his, just to make him like me a little bit. With trembling hands, I gently tugged at his sleeve, “Let’s get a divorce.” He didn’t say anything, just silently picked me up and carried me towards the third-floor bedroom, leaving all the guests behind. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and I didn’t dare to speak again. I was thrown onto the bed forcefully. Before I could catch my breath, a body with a crisp pine scent pressed down on me. Alexander’s breath fanned across my neck, and my hands were bound with his tie, rendering me immobile. His voice was soft but carried a strong sense of oppression, “Did anyone else touch you?” Although our actions were intimately close, I felt our hearts were worlds apart. My lips moved, but no words came out. What could I say? That although I hadn’t been gang-raped, my clothes had been torn off countless times? Or should I question him, asking if he wasn’t the one who sent me there in the first place? I closed my eyes in pain, tears falling. He paused for a moment, then gave me a kiss so intense it left me breathless. His lips and tongue collided with mine, his eyes refusing to miss any of my expressions. The strong possessiveness in his amber eyes almost frightened me. His hands restrained me, forcing me to endure. The fear in my heart and the pain on my body made me instinctively resist. Sensing my resistance, his grip tightened… “Have you fallen for someone else?” he questioned my loyalty. Just as he was about to tear my clothes off, “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Someone knocked on the door. Alexander frowned impatiently, “Get lost!” There was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by Rosalie’s crying voice, “Alex, I’m hurt…” Alexander glanced at me, “Wait for me.” The moment the restraint on my body disappeared, I crawled to the corner of the bed on all fours, wrapping myself tightly in the blanket. Only like this could I feel a bit of safety. The door opened, and Rosalie cried like a child, showing her injured hand, “Alex, it hurts so much…” Alexander gently applied medicine for her, showing a tenderness I had never experienced. While Alexander was washing his hands, Rosalie smiled triumphantly, waving her injured hand at me, “Oh my, I just scraped my skin a little, and Alex is so worried about me. But even if you died, he wouldn’t care at all~” Indeed, she had only scraped her skin a little, with barely a few drops of blood seeping out. I unconsciously touched my own hand. Under the lace gloves, my hands were in a horrific state. On my first day in the psychiatric facility, Rosalie had stomped on my hand with my wedding ring, then stuck needles into it. Long, thin needles were slowly inserted along my nail beds, and Rosalie enjoyed watching my agonized expressions. When she was done playing, she didn’t bother to remove the needles, leaving them stuck in my fingers until they became infected. Alexander had actually called me once. I cried and begged him to let me out. I said I would be obedient and do whatever he wanted from then on. I told him I was being tortured and was about to die, begging him to save me. But he just impatiently said, “Stop acting. It’s annoying.” Now, Rosalie smugly waved her phone at me, looking at me challengingly, “You bitch, what if I post these videos online? Do you think your parents would be so angry they’d come back from the dead?” On her phone screen was a video of me being tortured. In the video, I was begging like a dog, barely clothed…

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The new neighbor has a habit of exposing himself. He often strolls through the hallway in nothing but boxer shorts. We’ve confronted him, reprimanded him, even filed complaints, but nothing has changed. Eventually, he boldly began sunbathing naked on the balcony. Our balconies are adjacent, and when my wife saw him, she was so shocked she cursed him out. This only seemed to boost his confidence. So, I personally marched him to the police station. It was over two kilometers. I escorted him, and he strutted along, drawing the curious stares of onlookers. Finally, we both felt a sense of resolution. Returning from a business trip, I instantly recognized the new neighbor from Apartment 603, Jude, by his boxer shorts. Round face, slightly balding, pale skin, a bit chubby with no muscle, and only wearing gray boxers. While not outright scandalous, it was definitely not appropriate for public spaces. No wonder my wife had been complaining about him lately. He was blocking the doorway of Apartment 601, insisting on helping the resident carry her cat litter inside. 601 is home to a somewhat shy girl who usually speaks softly. She was terrified, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically, repeatedly yelling, “No, no, no…” But Jude wouldn’t take no for an answer. He clutched a corner of the cat litter bag and pushed against the door, already halfway inside. “Why be so formal with me? Neighbors should help each other.” He laughed in a sleazy way, “Once we know each other better, I’ll grill some sausages for you.” “Oh, don’t overthink it, I mean the ones I cook myself.” The girl was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I called out, “Hey, generous neighbor, how about helping me? My hands are sore, and I can’t carry my stuff.” Both turned to look at me. The girl’s eyes lit up so brightly that I almost lost control of my expression. Jude looked me up and down, frowned, and snapped, “Who are you? Needing help with that little load, are you even a man?!” I didn’t appreciate that. I walked over, let go, and my heavy travel bag crashed onto his foot. He yelped, forgetting the cat litter and the door, hopping around clutching his foot. The girl seized the moment, grabbed the 40-pound bag of cat litter, and dashed inside. As the door closed, a tremulous “Thank you” reached my ears. I smirked. Lifted my less-than-40-pound luggage. Hmm, my hands weren’t sore at all.

I turned to head home, but Jude grabbed my collar. “You think you can just walk away after injuring my foot? No way…” I freed myself, turned, and again let my luggage drop—this time on his other foot. Sadly, he dodged too quickly, and it only hit his grimy slippers. Gross. “Why should I stick around? I’m not interested in your grilled sausages.” He got angrier, “What’s your name? Who’s your family? Pay up! Apologize! Or I’ll call the cops.” “Go ahead. Complaining about a little bump like that—are you really a man?” His face fell. He raised a hand to hit me. I quickly stopped him, “Wait.” I dragged him toward our door, making sure we were in view of the surveillance camera, then offered my face. “Go ahead, hit me. Each slap is at least $2000. The harder you hit, the more you pay. I’m just short a bit to get a new car.” I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy a little “Indian massage.” But nothing happened. Jude’s forehead vein throbbed as he gritted his teeth, “Don’t you have any shame? You hit me first.” I rolled my eyes, “Got proof? If not, don’t go accusing people. I’m a model citizen.” There are only three households on this floor. There’s no surveillance outside his door, and the girl wouldn’t help him. Plus, if it came to it, he’d have to answer for harassing a woman. As we argued, the elevator opened. My wife had just come home from work. “Hey, honey!” Jude’s eyes went wide, darting between us. “You have a husband?” “You’re from 602?” It was obvious. Why was he surprised? Jude suddenly snapped, “What gives? You’ve been flirting with me?” My wife was baffled, “Are you nuts? When did I ever flirt with you?” “You smiled at me, wore skirts I like, showing arms and legs, if that’s not flirting, what is?” “Looking like a seductress, you’re clearly up to no good. Good thing I have self-control…” Before he could finish, I slapped him hard, “You filthy mouth, I’ll mess you up.” Holding his face, he suddenly looked excited, “There’s a camera, you’ll have to pay.” “It’s mine. I could erase it.” He quickly backed off. Under my glare, his 5’7″ frame seemed to shrink further. He snapped, “You’ll see,” and fled. As his door closed, the door of 601 creaked open. The girl thanked us repeatedly and insisted on giving my wife a bag of fruit. After hearing the whole story, my wife was furious. “That filthy pig is disgusting. Wandering around with a sewing kit, spewing filthy jokes at every girl. It’s so bad the girls in our complex are scared to go out.” “Yeah, but people have tried reasoning, scolding, even the property management mediated, but it’s useless. Like he said, his actions are immoral, but not illegal. Even if reported, it’s just a slap on the wrist. We can’t do anything.” The girl sighed, “I’m really scared. I might stay with my best friend for a while. You be careful too. You’re big and imposing, but he might try something sneaky. As the saying goes, better to offend a gentleman than a villain.” I nodded innocently. But I was thinking: He’s a villain, but I’m no gentleman.

The next day, Jude installed a camera. But it was as shameless as he was. So, I decided to have a friendly chat. I knocked on his door. “Hey, Mr. Grilled Sausage. Your camera is pointing right at our door. That’s an invasion of privacy. Fix it today, or I’ll call the cops.” Jude opened the door in his gray boxers. The little hole on the right cheek was just like yesterday. Oh, still the same pair, huh? He blew up, “Who are you calling ‘Grilled Sausage’? The name’s Jude, and I’m strong!” He thrust his hips, but all I saw was his belly jiggling. I didn’t bother arguing, “Got it, your grilled sausage has a strong ego.” “But that’s not the point. The point is, fix the camera!” He craned his neck up at a 45-degree angle, “I’ll install my camera however I want. It’s a public area. Who puts private stuff at the front door? You can’t just make stuff up. I went to middle school!” “If you don’t like it, copy me. I’ll keep my camera on you. What can you do?” He tried closing the door, but I blocked it. “You sure you won’t fix it?” He stood firm, “Yeah!” “Smash it if you want. I’ll just install another. If you break it, you’ll pay. I won’t lose.” “Okay, don’t regret it.” I suddenly let go, the door slammed, pinching Jude’s hand. His scream was like a pig being slaughtered. It was music to my ears. After years of dealing with civilized people, life felt dull. This guy’s amusing. I’m… looking forward to it.

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After helping my struggling CEO girlfriend make a comeback, the first thing she did was force me to transfer my shares to her old flame and change the name on my core patent. Everyone thought she had lost her mind for making such an outrageous demand. Shaking with disbelief, I said nothing, simply handing over the stock certificate and transferring all the patents to her. Seeing this, even her old flame mocked me, calling me a lovesick fool, the biggest idiot in the world. But I calmly asked my system: “System, you said that if I sincerely treated Megan well and she betrayed me, everything she gained during our relationship would be returned to me as compensation. Does that still apply?” Time seemed to stop, and I heard the faint hum of the system responding: “Strategy failure detected. In 24 hours, Megan will be saddled with eight million in debt and will have nothing, just like seven years ago. Meanwhile, you, the host, will own the entire company and all assets under Megan’s name.” “As for the shares you just gave away, since they were transferred under Megan’s coercion, they will also be returned to you in 24 hours.” And with that, the system vanished. Suddenly, taunts filled with malice echoed in my ears. “Declan, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you admitting you’re a complete LOSER?” “Weren’t you the one who kept Megan from letting me into the company? Now, who’s the one left out in the cold?” Before me stood a smug-looking man holding the stock transfer document. Rowan. Megan’s old flame, who had abandoned her when she was at her lowest. Six months ago, Megan and I had constant arguments over her insistence on bringing him into the company. In the end, I lost. In the meeting room, everyone looked at me with a mix of pity and ridicule. They all thought I had brought this upon myself. Megan’s gaze slowly moved from the patent transfer document, a smile forming on her crimson lips: “Declan, I thought you’d hold on, but I didn’t expect you to be so reasonable today. Don’t worry, you’ve been a hero following me for seven years, I won’t treat you poorly…” Rowan huffed, deliberately smearing my reputation: “Megan, look at Declan’s cold face. He’s clearly out for revenge. How can you trust someone like him to stay in the company?” He tugged at Megan’s sleeve, acting all affectionate: “Megan, I don’t want anyone else beside you. I just want to stand by your side, okay?” I knew he wanted to completely push me out of the company and take my position as vice president. Megan, who once promised to love me forever, now looked at Rowan with doting eyes, as if burdened by a sweet responsibility: “Alright, don’t go too far.” Turning to me, she said seriously: “Declan, you’ve worked hard these years. How about you take a break? Let Rowan handle the company affairs. He’s more talented and suitable for this job than you.” The room was filled with shock. No one expected the aloof Megan to be so biased, ousting a key figure like me just because of Rowan’s words. Even the most patient person would be angered by such humiliation. They were all waiting for me to flip the table. If it were the old me, perhaps I would have fought Rowan for Megan’s affection. But now, the idea of a grown man fighting over a woman seemed childish to me. In everyone’s eyes, I said nothing and walked towards Rowan. Feeling guilty, Rowan stepped back, swallowing nervously: “What, you disagree? Why are you staring at me like that without saying anything?” Megan frowned, about to chide him. But I removed my name badge, shoved it into Rowan’s hand, and smiled: “Miss Megan is right. It’s time for me to step down. From now on, the company depends on you, Mr. Rowan.” I smirked internally. All I wanted was to see them fall from their peak arrogance into the dust. Everyone there, veterans of the office, knew how to assess the situation. After the initial shock, they all congratulated Rowan: “Mr. Rowan, I’ve always known you were extraordinary, destined for greatness! We’re counting on you and Miss Megan to lead us!” “Indeed, Mr. Rowan, you’re impressive, way beyond Declan. This vice-president position is yours.” For a moment, the meeting room was filled with laughter and cheers. And I was just something to be stepped on and used for their praise. Megan was full of tenderness, her lips curled up, happier than if she herself had been praised. Just as I was about to leave, Megan stopped me. I instinctively wanted to avoid her touch. The next second, she pinned Rowan’s supervisor badge on my chest and patted my shoulder with a light laugh. “Declan, although you’re not the vice president anymore, I can still promise you a supervisor position. Work hard, okay?” Her tone was so formal, like a casual boss. No one would think we were lovers sharing a bed for seven years. When Megan’s hand came down, she discreetly squeezed my cold fingertips and then quickly let go. I shivered. I knew her fleeting gentleness was just a trainer’s reward for a well-behaved dog. It was like before; whenever she called me into her office, saying a few insincere words and offering coffee, I’d be full of energy, working until morning. Now, I wouldn’t be mentally manipulated, swayed by the little sweetness she gave. I shook my head, took off the supervisor badge, placed it on the meeting table, and turned to leave. Behind me, Megan was a bit stunned, instinctively rubbing her fingers. Her once foolproof tactics suddenly failed. Rowan, seeing me leave, suddenly acted out, shouting: “Declan, it’s work hours, are you planning to skip work?” He deliberately stuck out his leg to trip me. I stumbled, falling to the floor with no dignity. Pain radiated through my limbs, especially my chest, as my throat continuously choked up a metallic taste. At the same time, a royal blue ring box rolled out of my pocket. I instinctively reached out to put the ring back in, but a leather shoe stomped on my hand. The hard sole ground into my hand, drawing blood. The intense pain forced me to let go. Rowan picked up the ring box, sneering: “ZC and MX. Declan, this looks like your and Megan’s initials.” “Is it true you secretly love Megan, even preparing an engagement ring? Were you planning to propose?”

His tone was full of ridicule, as if he had seen the most ludicrous joke in the world. The meeting room erupted into laughter, all mocking my foolish delusion. “Just him? He only got the VP position due to seniority. Our Miss Megan was a rich heiress, a perfect match with Mr. Rowan!” “Some people dream of what they can’t have. He peeks at Megan’s office all the time. I kept quiet out of respect, but now, a proposal? Does he think he’s worthy?” Amidst the jeers, Megan’s long lashes trembled, covering her eyes, making it hard for me to read her expression. But she remained silent. I chuckled bitterly. In seven years with Megan, I proposed countless times. She always hesitated, declined, telling me to wait until the company went public. To achieve that, I worked tirelessly, paying off her debts and helping her rise again. But now the company was public, and I happily brought the ring to work, only to be dragged into the meeting room and presented with two contracts to sign. One for stock transfer, the other for patent transfer, squeezing me dry. Coming back to reality, Rowan still mocked me, playing with the ring I spent seven years designing: “Megan! Look at this ring with your favorite wave design. This idiot probably doesn’t know we got our marriage certificate yesterday!” Marriage certificate, wedding. Those words left me stunned. Suddenly, Megan’s always-cool face turned red, her delicate features shy. Her reaction fueled the gossip of those present, all congratulating Rowan and Megan on starting a family soon. The atmosphere was even more lively. It felt more like a wedding than a company. I was the complete fool. While I dreamed of marrying Megan and working for the company, she had already married someone else. I quietly got up, cradling my injured hand, ready to leave. But Megan grabbed my arm, returning the ring to my palm, gently: “Declan, this is valuable. Take it back. Rowan went too far today. I’ll give you half a day off. Go bandage your hand at the hospital.” A slap, and then a sweet treat. I’d had enough. I tossed the ring into a nearby trash can, saying flatly: It felt more like a wedding venue than a company. I felt like a complete fool. While I was daydreaming about marrying Lydia and working hard for the company, she had already tied the knot with someone else. I quietly got up, clutching my injured hand, and turned to leave. Lydia stopped me, placed the ring back in my hand, and gently said, “Declan, this is quite valuable. You should keep it. Rowan was out of line today, so I’m giving you half a day off. Go get your hand bandaged at the hospital.” A slap in the face, followed by a consolation prize. I’d had enough. I threw the ring into the nearby trash can and said calmly, “Just some trash I forgot to throw away.” Then, I turned and walked away. The ring made a clear clinking sound as it hit the trash can. That sound also marked the end of my love for Lydia. As I walked out of the company, I realized that it had started sleeting at some point. The cold wind was biting, chilling me to the bone. On a bench by the roadside, a couple huddled together for warmth, sharing a scarf. Feeling a bit lost, I slowly walked to another bench and sat down. Seven years ago, in similar weather, I found Lydia huddled on a roadside bench, wearing thin clothes. She was once the golden girl, and I was just a poor student who silently admired her. Later, when we graduated, her family was betrayed by the Rowan family, went bankrupt, and her father jumped from a building. Her mother followed suit. When I took her in, she was burdened with an eight million debt and had no relatives to turn to. Back then, I vowed to help her, and unexpectedly triggered a companion system. The system promised that if I helped Lydia to rise again and walk down the aisle, I would receive a reward worth billions upon completing the mission. The system assured me, “Lydia’s character is deeply devoted and loyal; she would never betray your efforts. If she ever wrongs you, everything you helped her gain will be returned to you as compensation!” I never put much stock in its promises; I believed in sincerity for sincerity. I turned down offers from international firms, started from scratch to help Lydia pay off her debts, and helped her rebuild her life, simply because I wanted her to be happy. Lydia did grow closer to me, even confessed her love. But sweetness was ultimately just an illusion. Six months ago, Rowan, who had squandered his family’s wealth, shamelessly sought Lydia’s forgiveness. Lydia, who claimed to take Rowan in for revenge, panicked and rushed him to the hospital for tests just because he complained of a stomachache after skipping breakfast. Since then, she’s been taking care of him, sharing meals together. Yet when I was sick and hospitalized, she no longer cared, dismissing it with, “Adults don’t have it easy. Just endure it.” When I argued with her, she claimed she had a clear conscience, blaming me for being jealous and reckless. At that time, I thought Lydia just couldn’t let go. Now I understand, she never intended to let go. Some hearts are as cold as stone, impervious to warmth. The system was right, Lydia was indeed deeply devoted and loyal. But her devotion and loyalty were always to her childhood friend who once abandoned her. The slanting rain struck my face, cold and biting. In my mind, I couldn’t shake the image of Lydia blushing as she admitted her engagement to Rowan. But Lydia doesn’t know that everything she now possesses will vanish tomorrow. And Rowan is nothing but a greedy man. Back then, he broke off the engagement with her for the sake of family interests, even kicking her when she was down by demanding the return of gifts he had given her over the years. By then, I’ll see if the Rowan she pines for will still want her when he finds out she has nothing.

Having come to terms with everything, I found myself soaked by the rain and snow. I hailed a cab and went home. Once home, I began packing things. But I wasn’t packing my own belongings; I was packing Lydia’s things instead. Although the property deed currently bears Lydia’s name, tomorrow, this house will be mine. I was halfway through when Lydia came back. “Spring cleaning?” She threw her wool coat at me, saying, “While you’re at it, hand wash this coat for me. It got splashed with snow water when I got out of the car.” I casually tossed her coat onto the sofa and coldly asked, “Why are you back now?” Usually, at this time, she’s always out having dinner with Rowan. She kicked off her high heels, changed into slippers, and casually explained, “Oh, it’s cold outside today, I brought Rowan a coat so he won’t get sick… wouldn’t want people saying our company mistreats employees.” Her excuses flowed easily, and I used to think I was being petty. Seeing no reaction from me, she pinched my cheek, laughing, “What’s with the sour face, handsome Declan? You didn’t really think Rowan and I are getting married, did you? He was just joking. But since he’s the vice president now, for the company’s image, I couldn’t say no, right?” “As for our marriage, don’t rush. The company just went public, I’ll agree once it stabilizes, alright?” I felt nothing for her attempts to please me. I didn’t even bother arguing why she once said workplace relationships were bad, avoiding me at all costs, but now allowed rumors of her and Rowan’s marriage to spread throughout the company. Seeing I still didn’t respond, Lydia got serious. She was in a good mood today, taking my still swollen and raw hand and gently blowing on it, coaxing, “Still hurt? I scolded him well today. He accidentally stepped on you, you know? You’re a man, don’t mind it.” I remained silent. Her patience wore thin, she turned and went into the room, rummaging through the wardrobe, issuing orders without looking up. “By the way, tomorrow is Rowan’s first day in office. Write him a plan to quickly adapt to the VP position, and draft a speech for him. He’s not good at these formalities, and you’re good at it.” I forced a sarcastic smile. Every time Lydia gave me a little sweetness, she had to make me pay something in return. She’s so stingy. I used to think Lydia appreciated my performance. Now I realize she just saw me as a useful tool. She found a black down jacket in my wardrobe. After finding the clothes, she didn’t leave. She took out a backless red gown from her wardrobe. Then slammed the door shut. Five minutes later, she opened the door, ordering me, “Declan, bring me my curling iron from the bathroom!” She was talking while applying lipstick in front of the mirror, blending it with her finger. Wearing a backless dress and heavy makeup in the dead of winter, it’s clear she’s not just going out for a meal. A woman dresses up for someone she loves. Lydia was always so plain in front of me. Now I see, she just doesn’t love me. I obediently brought Lydia the curling iron. Since she chose to be with that hypocritical Rowan, I choose to respect and bless her. Lydia smiled sweetly, curling her hair while continuing to paint a picture, “Declan, don’t worry. Although the shares are gone, you won’t miss out on the year-end bonus.” As she spoke, her phone screen suddenly lit up, a message from someone nicknamed “Star” appeared: “Why aren’t you here yet? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, how about we try a waterbed this time?” I suddenly remembered Lydia recently changed her nickname to “Star is Mine.” She said the star represents her dream, and now the company’s public dream is about to come true, so she changed the name. Turns out, that was a lie too. Lydia instantly locked her phone and hurriedly said to me, “Declan, something came up at the company, I might have to work overnight tonight, don’t wait up for me.” I felt my stomach churn, truly disgusting. She now thinks she has me completely under control, not even pretending anymore. After Lydia left, I threw all her things out the door. No more thoughts, I had a good night’s sleep. The next day, I felt refreshed, waking up to the system saying: “Lydia’s company and all assets have been transferred to the host, with a total value of 1.5 billion in compensation. Please check your account.” I stretched, put on clothes, and prepared to take over the newly acquired company. The moment I stepped into the company, I was greeted by a bunch of ribbon decorations and balloons. A banner directly in front of me read seven big words: “Welcome Vice President Rowan!” The office furniture was pushed aside, the center turned into a table for drinks and desserts. Lydia once said the company is a place for work, it must be serious, never allowing such celebrations, yet she made an exception for Rowan. Wearing a tailored suit, Rowan saw me and deliberately made things difficult: “Declan, you’ve gone too far. You knew today is my first day as VP and you showed up late on purpose?”

He’s not wrong. I was late on purpose. Rowan spoke, and everyone who was previously fawning over him with clinking glasses turned to watch me, waiting to see me make a fool of myself. Lydia’s hand was still on Rowan’s shoulder, adjusting his tie. Seeing me, she lowered her hand and joined Rowan, saying, “Declan, why are you so late? You didn’t complete what I arranged yesterday, and today you confront your superior. Shouldn’t you bow to Rowan and apologize?” I stood still. Rowan put on an act: Actually, he was right—I was late on purpose. When Rowan spoke, the crowd that had been praising him turned to me, eager to see me embarrass myself. Megan, who was adjusting Rowan’s tie, saw me and lowered her hand. She and Rowan said in unison: “Declan, why are you so late? I gave you tasks yesterday that you didn’t complete, and now you’re talking back to your superior. Shouldn’t you apologize to Rowan?” I stood still, unfazed. Rowan put on a show of concern: “Megan, Declan used to be the Vice President, so he might have a bit of pride.” He looked at me with a spiteful grin. “Declan, as the Vice President, I have to enforce discipline. If everyone starts at 9 AM, you must be here by 7 AM. Miss it once, and I’ll cut your attendance bonus. How does that sound?” I scoffed: “You think you have the authority to cut my attendance bonus?” Seeing I was not giving Rowan any respect, Megan slammed the table and threatened: “Declan, watch your tone! Do you think just because the company went public, I can’t fire you?” The crowd, seeing the CEO’s anger, joined in: “Declan, have you lost your mind? Anger our Megan, and you’ll suffer!” “Exactly, you’re just a small-time supervisor now, and you dare speak like this? Do you want to quit?” Their smug expressions were a stark contrast to when they used to flatter me, calling me ‘Brother Declan.’ I met Megan’s glare and calmly said: “Then go ahead and fire me if you can.” Rowan looked at me incredulously, sizing me up with a cold smile: “Declan, are you insane from the shock? Once you’re fired, which company would want you? You want to resign? I’ll help you—” Before he could finish, Megan interrupted with a sharp command: “Enough arguing!” She looked at me arrogantly: “Declan, stop making a scene. There’s a pile of work waiting for you. I’ll give you one more chance to make up for it.” After she spoke, everyone in the room exchanged glances and, in a coordinated move, piled their files into my arms. Before I could react, my arms were buried under a mountain of files, almost breaking them. Rowan, full of mockery, jeered: “Megan’s right. Declan, go to the lab, complete 18 sets of data, and submit five reports by the end of the day, or I’ll dock your salary!” Even if I worked non-stop for a month, I couldn’t finish it all. It was obviously a setup. They thought I had no other option, that I had to beg them? I laughed bitterly and let go. Files scattered to the floor. Everyone looked stunned. I asked coldly: “Have you ever seen a company’s owner do this much work?” Rowan seemed to think of something and sneered: “Owner? Declan, are you still dreaming you hold that ten percent stake? Megan and I are the real owners of the company!” Megan, impatient, snapped: “Declan, don’t get arrogant just because you have a bit of authority. Our publicly traded company has plenty of talent eager to join. Giving you a supervisor position is already generous.” “If you keep this up, you’ll start from an intern! Better review the company’s bylaws!” The crowd, even more indignant, chimed in: “Declan, don’t refuse a good offer only to suffer the consequences. If you don’t want to work, then leave. Anger Megan, and you’ll regret it!” I smirked, pushed through the crowd, pulled out a boss’s chair, and sat down. Crossing my arms, I looked around at their shocked faces and said seriously: “I’m giving you all one last chance to apologize. Otherwise, don’t blame me for firing all of you.” Seeing me so calm, everyone started to panic and instinctively looked at Megan. Megan, eyes wide with embarrassment, said: “Do you really doubt me? Can’t you tell who your boss is?” She shouted for the head of the legal department: “Bring out the ownership certificate for the company!” Rowan, regaining his composure, looked smug: “Declan, you’ve really blown it this time, angering Megan. Do you know what you’re doing? Fraud. Our legal department isn’t to be underestimated.” “If you don’t want to end up in jail, kneel and beg us. Maybe if you please us, we’ll let you off.” Someone even tried to pull me out of the chair. Just then, the head of the legal department found the certificate. Megan, without even looking, coldly said: “Tell them who the real owner of the company is!” The legal head looked at Megan with a complex expression before respectfully handing the certificate to me, asking: “Chairman, Megan and Rowan have been using your name for fraud. Do you want me to draft a lawsuit for fraud charges?”

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“Don’t worry, Emma’s aim is steady. She won’t hurt you,” Jack assured me. I trembled with fear as he welded me to the target post with thick iron bars. “Be good, stay still. If Emma fails this test, she’ll be sent to the most dangerous war zone,” he warned. Emma secretly replaced the foam bullets with real ones, shooting me all over. Blood pooled at my feet. Just as Jack came to check on me, Emma fainted at the sight of blood. He abandoned me, riddled with bullet holes, to rush her to the hospital. I was rescued but left without looking back. Later, I heard that Jack shot himself 99 times to make me return to him. I was tied to the target post, my limbs welded tight with thick iron bars. Even my neck was restrained, making it hard to breathe. There were already five or six bullet holes in my body. My face was pale, and I trembled in pain. A cold, angry voice came from afar, “Don’t move! How many times do I have to tell you?!” I could only grit my teeth and respond, “Okay.” Another shot followed, piercing my left shoulder. I coughed up blood. Five minutes earlier, I had come to the base to celebrate Jack’s triumphant return with a cake I’d made. I stumbled upon him intimately embracing Emma, teaching her how to shoot. I cleared my throat softly, shyly reminding Jack of my presence. Unexpectedly, Emma pouted and whined, asking me to be the live target: “I can’t get into the right state of mind. A scarecrow just isn’t the same as a real person…” I immediately refused, shaking my head vigorously. Jack frowned, hesitating until he saw the scar on Emma’s hand from when she had been injured for him. His heart softened instantly. “Emma’s hand was injured protecting me, that’s why she can’t hold the gun steady. Don’t be petty, try to be as generous as her,” he said. He repeatedly assured me that they were using an air gun with foam bullets that couldn’t hurt anyone. I reluctantly agreed to stand at the center of the target. But I was a living person after all. I breathed and gasped, and I trembled in fear when bullets hit my face. “What’s wrong with you? You keep moving around. Are you trying to sabotage this?” Jack snapped. I patiently explained that I had childhood trauma and the sound of gunshots triggered my panic attacks. “Lily, it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. It’s my fault for not being good enough at shooting. It’s fine, the worst that could happen is the boss will punish me…” Emma rolled up her sleeve, revealing whip marks, and tried to hold back tears as she packed up to leave. Jack suddenly became agitated. He grabbed me and tied me to the target post. I struggled desperately, crying and begging, saying I was pregnant and pleading with him not to tie me so tightly. But Jack, in his frenzy, wouldn’t listen. “When you miscarried before, Emma ignored her injured hand to bring you postpartum meals. How did you treat her?” I was stunned. Back then, Emma had pushed me, causing my miscarriage, but she accused me of being a seductress trying to frame her. If she hadn’t been Jack’s comrade-in-arms, I would never have seen her again. Jack’s arm veins bulged as he tightly gripped my shoulders, his tone fierce. “If she fails this test, she’ll be sent to the most dangerous war zone. Please be kind. If she goes, don’t think you’ll have it easy either!” I laughed bitterly. With her here, my life was already miserable. I couldn’t imagine it being worse if she left. Just as I was about to say something, a searing pain shot through me. Jack had used red-hot iron to weld me to the post. “It hurts so much, Jack, please don’t do this. I’ll stand still, I promise!” I screamed and begged through my tears. Several times, I thought the pain would kill me. “Emma burned her hand cooking for you. You need to experience pain to truly appreciate her kindness,” Jack said coldly. A burn from cooking was nothing compared to being branded with red-hot iron. Besides, hadn’t her food tasted suspiciously like ready-made meals? Jack’s actions were no different from nailing me to the spot. Drenched in sweat from the pain, I said in a disappointed tone, “Jack, let’s get a divorce.” Jack gave me a deep look: “Lily, think about your brother. He’s still in solitary confinement under my orders!” I was stunned, as if struck by lightning. How could he threaten me with my only family member? Seeing that I had stopped protesting, Jack was satisfied. He turned around and gently coaxed Emma. “Continue now. She won’t move and ruin things anymore.” A bitter smile crept onto my lips. He probably didn’t know that Emma had just switched to real bullets when his back was turned.

After my brother Nathan and I lost our parents, we relied on each other and went to an orphanage. Once, Nathan disobeyed me and mischievously climbed over the wall to play outside, but he touched a high-voltage electric fence and couldn’t move. In my panic, I directly grabbed him and was also electrocuted. No one around dared to approach, except for Jack, who happened to pass by. He saved us like a descending god. “Thank you, big brother… I… I want to be a firefighter like you when I grow up. So cool!” Nathan stammered. “I’m not a firefighter, I’m a mercenary. Don’t learn from me, study hard and follow the right path,” Jack replied. My brother and I tried hard to remember Jack’s face. My brother vowed to follow him, while I secretly pledged myself to him. Although I always knew Emma held a special place in his heart… I still believed that true love could move him. After being Jack’s devoted admirer for 7 years, I finally became his wife. The scene before me, of him embracing Emma and teaching her to shoot, made my heart ache terribly. He had taught me like this before, though I actually didn’t need his instruction. My father was a world-class assassin, and my brother and I had grown up around guns. We were quite good shots ourselves. For years, I hadn’t touched a gun, silently following him instead. When he was injured, I bandaged his wounds. When necessary, I even took knives and bullets for him. The last time, it was actually me who saved him. He had been ambushed and knocked unconscious, but when he woke up, Emma was by his side. She had taken credit for my actions. It was because Emma’s father was a high-ranking official in their organization and promised to let her take the credit so Jack could receive the best treatment. I wasn’t interested in worldly fame and fortune, so I agreed immediately, not wanting to delay his treatment. To stay close to him and thank him, I had always hidden my skills. When he woke up and found that Emma, his first love, had returned, he no longer had eyes for me. I was so stupid. I never imagined that one day, his gun would be pointed at me. I closed my eyes in despair. My brother was still in his hands, I had to hold on. As my consciousness began to blur, I heard inappropriate sounds of passion. I forced my eyes open to see them kissing passionately. “Lily, don’t misunderstand. I’m just helping Emma improve her shooting focus,” Jack said. “And you don’t need to pretend to be so hurt. Emma’s using an air gun, it can’t possibly harm you.” Emma’s clothes were already half off, her bare shoulders marked with Jack’s kisses. I was too weak to respond, only praying for this to end quickly. At least my abdomen hadn’t been hit yet, my baby could still survive. My clothes were largely stained with blood, the bullet holes clearly visible, deep and large. Emma pouted and whined, “I don’t dare to shoot anymore. Lily must not want to be the target, she’s even coughing up blood in protest.” “My aim is very accurate, I didn’t hit her at all, but she’s being so dramatic…” Jack gently stroked her head, comforting her, “Don’t be nervous, you’re doing fine.” Another shot rang out, fortunately missing me, but the wooden board beside me exploded with a loud “bang”. Large pieces of wood flew towards my abdomen. A strong sense of falling pain clearly reminded me that my baby was in danger! I started struggling and begging again, “Jack, my stomach hurts so much, the baby might not make it. I need to go to the hospital.” Jack’s eyes flashed with a hint of panic. He stood up to come down, but Emma held him back. “Jack, I missed again. Does this mean I have to take off another piece? I’m almost out of clothes to remove,” Emma said, guiding Jack’s hand to undo her bra clasp, her breasts bouncing free. She shyly followed the rules of the game Jack had set at the beginning. I weakly called out to Jack, but once again, his attention was stolen away. “Ah, it hurts!” Emma clutched her reddened palm, and Jack immediately went to her. “It must be the gun’s recoil. You should switch to a different one,” he said, gently massaging Emma’s palm and even blowing on it. Yet he allowed the wooden boards to hit me. Although my body ached, my heart hurt even more.

Sam, Jack’s subordinate, saw me injured and rushed over. “Emma, you’re… you’re shooting at a live person? The organization strictly prohibits such irregular practices!” he shouted at Emma on the shooting platform. “Stop immediately! Go confess to the boss and accept punishment, or don’t blame me for being unkind!” Jack put down Emma’s hand and smiled coldly. “Sam, don’t open your mouth before understanding the situation. It’s foam bullets, just shooting practice, not real guns and bullets!” Sam kept approaching me, horrified by the wounds on my body. “Boss, look carefully. Lily is covered in wounds. How can Emma say this was done by foam bullets?” “She’s not practicing, she’s killing someone! Lily is even pregnant, how can Emma be so heartless!” He became increasingly agitated and actually pulled out a gun from his pocket, aiming it at Jack. “Please stop her!” Jack’s eyes flashed with shock. Sam, who had always been loyal and devoted, actually pulled a gun on him. No matter how much I hated Jack, I couldn’t bear to see him shot. I pleaded with Sam through tears to put down his gun. “Sam, calm down, don’t be impulsive! You have a family, there’s no need to offend him for my sake.” Jack raised his chin, implying that I could still speak, so I was fine. “See? If we were using real guns, Lily would be dead by now. She can still speak up for me, which proves she’s fine. I told you, but you wouldn’t believe me.” Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief at Jack’s words. He spat on the ground. “She’s covered in blood, her complexion is so bad, can’t you see?” “The recoil from Emma’s gun just now was so strong, is that from firing foam bullets?” Emma’s face paled, and she immediately panicked, looking at Jack speechlessly. Fortunately, Jack found an excuse for her. “Even if that last shot was a real bullet, it only hit the wooden board. It didn’t touch Lily at all.” “Do you think I’m stupid? Do I need you to tell me about my wife’s condition? Can’t I judge for myself?” Just as Sam was at a loss for words, Emma fired another shot. I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain, but the expected agony never came. A muffled groan sounded beside me. Sam had been shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground in pain. Blood slowly seeped from his wound. “How… how can Emma… claim these are foam bullets?” Sam gasped. Jack laughed mockingly, “Acting! You’re just acting! Here’s another one. Lily, your hired actors are even better than your acting skills.” I stared into Emma’s eyes. “Whatever you have, aim it at me. Don’t hurt innocent people!” Emma lowered her gun and looked at me with teary eyes: “How can you say that, Lily? This couldn’t possibly hurt anyone. You and Sam are getting carried away with your act, but you can’t just make false accusations.” She then turned to Jack. “Jack, there are four bullets left. Can I continue?” “Of course, Emma. You’re a genius. You’ve improved so much today compared to the past few days. It seems we really need to use real people as targets.” He narrowed his eyes, looking at me, who was almost passing out from pain, then turned to Sam. “We won’t use Lily tomorrow. Sam, since you’re so protective of her, you can take her place.” Sam laughed scornfully, “I’ll do it. At least I’m better than someone who lets his wife take bullets for him!” Jack smiled faintly after hearing this. “Indeed, Sam. You’ve exposed yourself. Since when did you start having designs on your sister-in-law?” “Is this why you’ve stayed single all these years?”

I sighed helplessly. The reason Sam was so protective of me was because I had helped him before. When Jack was ambushed and injured, Sam had retreated in time and only suffered minor injuries, ensuring the safety of the remaining team members. He was accused of being a deserter, a traitor, a coward. I stopped him from shooting himself to prove his innocence, and after being rescued, he hugged me tightly, crying and refusing to let go. This scene was witnessed by Jack and Emma. Emma added fuel to the fire, hinting that Sam and I had an affair. “So Sam hasn’t been interested in women all these years because he’s deeply in love with Lily. And Lily didn’t hesitate to stand against everyone to help a traitor. It seems they’re mutually in love.” Jack’s eyes were pale and weak. I thought it was because he hadn’t fully recovered from his illness. Little did I know he believed it to be true, forcefully pushing away my hand that was supporting him. The current argument pulled me back from my memories. “Lily and I are innocent!” Sam roared the truth, but the two on the platform remained unconvinced. “Is that so? Let’s see how innocent you are,” Jack raised an eyebrow at Emma, who immediately understood. The gun was once again aimed at me! Sam’s face was filled with fear and disbelief as he looked at Jack. Having just been shot, he naturally knew the power of gunpowder. So when Emma pulled the trigger, he used all his strength to leap towards me, taking the bullet aimed at my abdomen! I was fixed in place, wanting to reach out and support him, but could only watch helplessly as he was shot and fell to the ground. From their angle, it looked like Sam had embraced me at the last moment, appearing extremely intimate. “So being innocent means taking a bullet for her, and still acting all righteous and innocent. My gun has actually brought you two star-crossed lovers together,” Jack sneered. “Instincts don’t lie. Even in practice, he risked his life without hesitation. Lily, you really have a talent for making even traitors fall for you.” I looked at the man before me, not knowing how he had become so ignorant and foolish… The filter of him saving me and my brother in the past shattered at this moment. Seeing Emma raise her gun once again, Sam coughed up blood, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry, Lily. This is all I can do for you.” “They’re beyond saving…” This time, the bullet hit my right hand. Instantly, the tendons in my hand were severed, and a wave of pain and numbness swept through my entire left arm. I knew Emma had discovered that I was the sharpshooter who had saved Jack back then. She wanted to destroy my skills, ensuring I could never hold a gun again. Cementing her image as the descending savior. I grimaced in a painful smile, “Two shots left. Hurry up!” Jack, if you found out it was me who saved you back then, would you regret this? Emma, as if provoked by me, pulled the trigger without hesitation. This shot landed on my abdomen… I immediately widened my eyes, looking at her with hatred… After taking one child from me, she wanted to take another?! I couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into tears. I could have ignored it if she had hurt me anywhere else, But my child… the fruit of my love with Jack! A living, breathing life, extinguished by Emma’s bullet. The cramping intensified, and I felt a hot flow between my legs. A large amount of blood poured down, and Jack, looking at me, turned pale with shock and worry.

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After getting pregnant, my husband became infatuated with the young nurse who saved his life. To help her gain experience, he secretly arranged for her to perform my C-section without my knowledge. Halfway through the surgery, the young nurse got scared and disappeared. I suffered severe blood loss and was barely saved from death’s door by the doctor. The young nurse then claimed I had lost control during the surgery, interfering with her medical procedure and even injuring her. To appease her, my husband canceled my private room and locked me in an abandoned warehouse to “reflect on my actions.” After three days of having the entire hospital staff examine the young nurse, he finally decided to give me a chance to apologize. But when he saw me lying there lifeless, he went insane. On Valentine’s Day, my due date, Jack Sullivan left me alone at home because I refused to let Emily Parker, the woman who saved his life, participate in my delivery. He went to accompany Emily instead. At midnight, Emily added me on SnapChat. “Hey Jack’s wife, Jack’s cooking skills are amazing! I wish I could cook with him every day!” My heart suddenly tightened, unsure if she meant cooking or… something else. But then she posted on social media, with a picture of her and Jack cooking together in the kitchen. Jack had his arms wrapped tightly around her. “I got to eat a meal cooked by my crush! This is the most romantic Valentine’s Day ever.” The phone slipped from my hand as I lost my grip. My whole body felt cold, and my stomach started to hurt. Oh no, I was going into labor! I shakily picked up the phone and quickly called Jack. After the third attempt with no answer, I realized I needed to call an ambulance. The pain made me curl up involuntarily. Suddenly, my phone pinged. I forced myself to check it through the pain. Jack had finally replied. “I’ve tolerated your jealousy before, but Emily saved my life. I trust her to deliver my child, and you don’t get a say in this!” The smile that had started to form on my face froze completely. My whole body felt cold as I used my last bit of strength to like Emily’s recent social media post. The ambulance arrived, and I was rushed to the hospital. As I was about to enter the operating room, I saw Jack rushing over. I thought he had come to be with me after hearing I was in labor, but I heard him tell the doctor, “This is Emily’s first time assisting in surgery, you must guide her step by step. If anything goes wrong, I’ll hold you responsible!” At that moment, my body, which I had painfully tried to keep upright, collapsed onto the bed. Jack heard the noise and finally noticed me. He looked startled for a moment, then acted as if nothing had happened and gently held my hand. “Lily, don’t be afraid. I’ve found the best doctor in the city. You and our baby will be safe and sound.” For a moment, I had the urge to ask him if the best doctor was prepared for me or for Emily. In the end, I decided against it and just told him one last time, “I don’t want Emily to perform my surgery.” Jack’s previously gentle face instantly darkened. He coldly refused, “Now is not the time for you to be unreasonable. Get into the operating room!” I lay on the operating table as the anesthesia entered my body. Even before the incision was made, I felt like I was about to pass out from pain. In my hazy state, I noticed the hickeys on Emily’s neck, dense and disappearing into her collar. So, last night, besides having dinner with her, did he also sleep with her? My mind went blank as the cold surgical knife cut through my skin. Emily, who was handing the scalpel to the lead surgeon, seemed to notice my gaze. Her eyes above the mask raised an eyebrow at me, not hiding her smug expression. I suddenly felt incredibly bitter. The tugging sensation on my belly continued, but instead of anticipating my child’s birth, I felt hopeless about life. I closed my eyes, trying to numb myself. After a while, I heard Emily and the lead surgeon talking. She went to get some tools. I didn’t react until I heard the lead surgeon’s anxious voice. “Why hasn’t Nurse Parker returned? The patient’s condition is critical. If we don’t complete the surgery soon, she could suffer severe blood loss!”

The thread holding me together in my mind snapped. If Emily had been just an ordinary nurse, I wouldn’t have objected to her participating in my C-section. But six months ago, Jack had brought Emily home, saying she was his lifesaver. He never explained exactly what the favor was. When I discovered Jack had secretly bought Emily an apartment, I was already five months pregnant. Heaven hadn’t even left me an escape route. I could only choose to have the baby. But I had made a divorce plan. There were five months left until the baby was born. This was the deadline I gave Jack to come to his senses. But he only got worse, going on more and more business trips. Emily sent me increasingly provocative messages from her burner account, with escalating content. From gifts Jack had given her, to the “battle outfit” she wore for Jack, to photos of their entangled bodies in bed. Every time I thought about it, my morning sickness got worse. Until Jack accompanied Emily on a world tour, leaving me alone at home where I fell and almost miscarried. Jack took three connecting flights to rush back to the hospital. He held me tightly in his arms, shaking uncontrollably, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Lily. I’ll never leave you again!” He apologized over and over, even hanging up all of Emily’s calls and deleting all her contact information. Emily hysterically messaged me from her burner account every day, while I looked at Jack’s haggard appearance and ultimately softened my heart. I thought he had finally remembered me and our daughter, and wanted to live a good life with us. I didn’t expect that he had just hidden his betrayal more covertly, letting me discover it only when I was about to give birth. “Not good, the patient is losing too much blood and about to go into shock. Quick, stop the bleeding!” The doctor’s urgent shout pulled me back from my memories. I realized that I really was losing consciousness. I don’t know if it was an auditory hallucination, but I thought I heard Jack’s voice. I forced my eyelids open and realized it really was Jack calling. His angry voice came through, “After the surgery, don’t send her to the private room. Send her to the worst ward!” My heart sank. I didn’t understand why he had suddenly gone mad. The lead surgeon looked at me worriedly and couldn’t help but tell Jack, “Nurse Parker left midway through the surgery, forcing us to stop. Your wife’s condition is very bad, she could suffer severe blood loss!” There was silence on the other end. Just when I thought the call had been disconnected, Jack’s indifferent voice came through. “Severe blood loss? She has the nerve to have severe blood loss? Emily told me everything. You’d better finish this C-section quickly. This has nothing to do with Emily!” The call ended. I didn’t know what Emily had told him, but now I just wanted to know if the baby and I could safely get off the operating table.

But my body was exhausted, and I eventually passed out. When I woke up, the bed creaked loudly at my slightest movement. The sticky smell of sweat mixed with the scent of disinfectant. The small room was filled with several beds, with barely any space between them. The smell from the nearby bathroom also reached my nose. My stomach churned, and I felt like throwing up. Then I heard a familiar surprised voice, “Jack’s wife, you’re not feeling sick because of this room, are you?” “So many people can live here! You really were raised in luxury, unlike me. If I ever have a baby, I’d be content if someone just took me to the hospital. My mom gave birth at home back then.” Emily’s fair face was full of surprise. When she mentioned childbirth, her shy gaze fell on Jack. I was about to say that nowadays everyone gives birth in hospitals, but I heard Jack snort in disdain. “Not everyone is like you. She’s always been dramatic. It’s time she tasted some hardship!” Hardship? I looked at his contemptuous eyes and suddenly felt bitter. I indeed hadn’t suffered much hardship, but I was the daughter of a prominent local businessman. Even though my parents had passed away, the inheritance they left me was enough to ensure I wouldn’t suffer any grievances. If I didn’t need to suffer, why should I seek it out? “Nurse, I want to change rooms.” I tried to raise my voice to call out to the hallway, but I had overestimated my physical condition. My weak voice didn’t summon a nurse, but it made Jack’s face turn cold. “Don’t think that just because you gave birth to my child, I’ll indulge you. Lily Johnson, you don’t deserve a good room!” This was the first time in our five years of marriage that he had called me by my full name. I heard him continue with a ridiculous reason. “You interfered with Emily’s medical procedure during the surgery, and you even dared to hit Emily. She was kind enough to perform your surgery, and this is how you repay her kindness!” His cold eyes looked at me as if I was some unforgivable criminal. I was stunned for a moment before noticing the handprint on Emily’s face. Emily quickly covered her face helplessly, her eyes welling up with tears. But she said, “Don’t blame Jack’s wife! It’s my fault for being too clumsy and not dodging in time.” By this point, she was already sobbing pitifully, looking at Jack with a piteous gaze. “Jack, it’s my fault. I’m just a junior nurse. I really wasn’t qualified to perform Jack’s wife’s surgery. I won’t make her angry again in the future.” Tears glistened on her small face, and Jack immediately raised his hand to wipe her tears, feeling heartbroken. He then turned to warn me, “Whether it was intentional or not, you hurt Emily. Apologize to her right now!” I thought that at least for the sake of our past relationship, Jack wouldn’t humiliate me too much. But I didn’t expect that right after I had given birth, when I was at my weakest, all he cared about was getting revenge for Emily. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. In that case, I didn’t need to keep any face either.

“If I wanted to hit her, I would have done it openly! After all, who wouldn’t feel satisfied seeing a wife confront the other woman!” As soon as I said this, they were both completely stunned, not expecting me to say it outright in front of so many people. Seeing the other patients and their families pointing and whispering about them, Emily immediately started crying pitifully. Jack quickly reacted and hugged Emily, using his body to shield her from the disapproving gazes of others. “Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting!” “Emily and I are innocent! She saved my life, shouldn’t I protect her? Don’t act like a shrew and make baseless accusations!” His cold gaze fixed on me, seemingly embarrassed and angry. As soon as the words “lifesaver” were spoken, everyone noticed the handprint on Emily’s face again. Suddenly, people began to criticize me. Seeing Emily crying helplessly in his arms while still apologizing, Jack instantly regained his confidence. “When you do something wrong, you should take responsibility. It’s just an apology, it won’t kill you. You brought this on yourself!” Seeing that I remained silent, he felt I was being unreasonable and directly grabbed my hand, forcefully dragging me out of the ward. But I wasn’t intentionally keeping quiet. My stomach had suddenly started cramping severely, and I had no strength at all. “My stomach hurts so much. Let go.” After a while, I managed to squeeze out a few words, but I had already been dragged into the corridor. Jack suddenly let go of my hand, and I collapsed powerlessly onto the ground. Hearing the heavy thud, Jack’s expression froze for a moment, his eyes flashing with disbelief. He instinctively wanted to pull me up, but before I could grab his hand, Emily spoke up. “Jack’s wife, I know someone like you who’s been pampered since childhood probably has never apologized to anyone, and it doesn’t matter to me whether you apologize or not. But you don’t need to pretend your stomach hurts to trick Jack!” Upon hearing this, Jack’s expression, which had shown a hint of guilt, instantly turned cold again. He forcefully slapped away my hand reaching out for help, “Lily Johnson, I used to think you were just spoiled by your family, but I never imagined you would be so devious as to lie!” In an angle Jack couldn’t see, I noticed Emily’s triumphant look. Since this was Jack’s hospital, and he, as my husband, said I was pretending, who in the hospital would believe me and come to treat me? The floor was ice-cold, but my heart was even colder. Jack, you finally spoke the truth. Are you tired of my spoiled behavior? But you’ve forgotten that five years ago, you would carefully pick out strawberry seeds for me one by one because I was allergic to them. You would pick out my clothes for me every day because I found it troublesome. You would drive hundreds of miles overnight just because I said I missed you. When I asked if you thought I was too spoiled, you said, “I want to spoil you to the point where you can’t live without me, so that I’m the only one in this world who can tolerate you!” But now, you’ve forgotten all of this, haven’t you? While I was lost in thought, Jack’s good friends also arrived. Since we were all in the same social circle, I knew them too. Seeing Ryan, who was at the front – he, Jack, and I were childhood friends, and he always called me “Jack’s wife” sweetly, and his family was also close to my parents – I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. I quickly waved to him. “Ryan, my stomach hurts so much. Please call a doctor!”

Under my expectant gaze, Ryan walked over in a few steps and stopped in front of me. But he looked at Emily instead, “Emily, how’s your face? Let me take a look!” His anxious gaze was fixed on Emily. Emily helplessly hid behind Jack. She shook her head repeatedly, “It’s fine, I have thick skin, it doesn’t matter.” “But Jack’s wife looks like she’s in a lot of pain. Whether it’s real or fake, shouldn’t we call a doctor for her?” Emily’s small face looked at me with concern, her understanding demeanor instantly making Jack tighten his grip on her hand protectively. As if she was his wife. “Of course it hurts, her face is all red.” Jack’s other friends also came over, looking at me with dissatisfaction. “Jack’s wife, we’ve always let you have your way for Jack’s sake, but Emily doesn’t owe you anything. How could you lose your temper at her?” “Yeah, you really need to change that attitude!” The successive agreements made my heart sink. So they all came to support Emily. Even though I had already anticipated the answer in my heart, my body still instinctively looked towards the person who once said he would indulge all my little tempers. But Jack acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, carefully placing an ice pack on Emily’s face. Perhaps because I had been staring for too long, he noticed and looked at me, curling his lip in disdain. “She really does need to change. Put her in the car for me!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling as if I had fallen into an ice pit. The fear of the unknown made me struggle desperately, “Let me go, Jack Sullivan!” I stubbornly fixed my gaze on Jack’s face, but he didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he protected Emily as they quickly got into the car. Soon the car started, and I watched as they took me to an abandoned warehouse. My heart was overwhelmed with fear. Ignoring my aching stomach, I frantically grabbed onto a piece of Jack’s clothing. Trying to awaken his last bit of conscience, I pleaded, “What are you doing? Jack, my stomach really hurts. Take me to the hospital quickly!” I shook his hand forcefully, but he violently shook me off. “Now you know to be afraid? Where was this earlier? If you had just apologized to Emily, this would have been over. Now, heh……” He sneered and directly dragged me out of the car, “It’s too late! I won’t indulge you anymore!” I fell powerlessly to the ground, my knees scraped bloody by the gravel, but I tried to stand up as if I couldn’t feel the pain. “Jack Sullivan, are you really going to be so heartless? Don’t forget, I’m your wife, and our newborn child is still lying in the hospital!” The coldness on Jack’s face cracked, showing signs of wavering. “The child……”

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On Valentine’s Day, Mia Parker and I were caught in a dangerous hostage situation. The captor made Lucas choose between us. Without hesitation, he chose to save me. But Mia lost her life as a result. Since then, Lucas has grown increasingly cold towards me. When I ate cake on my birthday, he said: “You can still celebrate your birthday, but Mia will never come back.” When I put on lipstick, he remarked: “You still have the heart to prettify yourself, while Mia’s clothes were torn in her final moments.” Overwhelmed with guilt, I spent a fortune on weekly counseling sessions for Mia’s sake. But later, I discovered: The so-called hostage situation was entirely orchestrated by Lucas. The money I spent became the down payment for their new home together. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I stared at the endless stream of messages. Lucas’s contact name for Mia stabbed at my heart. “Wifey” Those two words felt like a stinging slap, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. It made me feel like a fool for the past two months. Realizing Lucas was about to finish his shower, I quickly wiped away my tears and put his phone back. To hide any signs of crying, I even touched up my makeup with some foundation. But it turned out to be unnecessary. Lucas didn’t notice my tear-stained face. Instead, he mocked: “You still have the heart to put on makeup? What’s the point of looking pretty when Mia can never come back?” I froze, feeling as if my entire body was being crushed by pain. Seeing my lack of response, Lucas impatiently urged: “Let’s go, don’t keep Mia waiting.” My heart ached again, and the tears I had just managed to stop threatened to fall once more. This year’s Valentine’s Day was the most unforgettable day of my life. That day, Mia and I were caught in a hostage situation together. But the captor said: “The ransom can only save one person.” My wrists were bound by rough rope, and my eyes were red from crying countless tears. Mia was terrified too, shaking uncontrollably. Lucas, without hesitation, called out my name. As Lucas’s wife, I should have been happy about his unwavering decision. But later, the captor chose to end it all with Mia, both plunging into the sea. From then on, Mia’s name became my nightmare. Lucas, guilt-ridden for failing to save Mia, grew increasingly distant towards me. He refused to sleep in the same room with me. “Seeing you reminds me of Mia. I’m sorry, but I just can’t handle it.” I couldn’t even show a hint of relaxation in his presence. On my birthday, when I just wanted to eat some cake, Lucas publicly knocked over the cake and accused me: “How can you think about eating cake? Mia died because of you. How can you be so heartless?” But Mia’s death wasn’t my fault at all. I was a victim too.

The cold wind stung my face as I secretly wiped away a tear. Lucas, being tall, took large strides and soon left me behind. “Can’t you walk faster? Don’t you want to spend this money?” Hearing his impatient tone, I swallowed the questions I wanted to ask several times. Two months ago, on the seventh day after Mia’s death, Lucas met a spiritual advisor somewhere. The advisor said: “Mia’s life shouldn’t have ended. Now, due to unfortunate circumstances, her soul is trapped. If no one prays for her, she might have trouble reincarnating.” Hearing this, my heart sank. I secretly glanced at Lucas’s reaction. As expected, he was moved. Lucas, who once told me in college that he was an atheist, believed the advisor’s words. He unhesitatingly took out all his savings to pray for Mia. But because he was unemployed, he didn’t have much money. The advisor had said: “For a soul that died unjustly like Mia’s, you need to ensure weekly prayers for at least half a year.” One thousand dollars each time, I didn’t know how much money this half year would cost. “Mia’s death is partly your responsibility too. You won’t just stand by, will you?” Seeing my hesitation, Lucas complained: “Do you really want to see Mia unable to reincarnate? Aria, people have hearts of flesh. I can’t believe you’re so heartless.” So, I sold all my jewelry. I used my entire monthly salary for the prayers. But Lucas was still unsatisfied. “This money is only enough for a few months. How can it last half a year?” I wasn’t without temper. Mia’s death wasn’t my responsibility either. “Honey, we can’t just think about this. We need to consider our future too, right?” “Besides, I really don’t have any extra money now.” “Do you want me to sell our house?”

Hearing my anger, Lucas softened his tone. He said gently: “Of course we can’t sell this house.” At that time, I really thought he was considering our future. But it wasn’t until I saw his chat history with Mia that I realized. His future didn’t include me at all. This house we bought when we got married was in Lucas’s name. So he didn’t want to sell it. He planned to live there with Mia after getting rid of me. As for the money for Mia’s prayers, he had his eye on the house my parents left me. “Didn’t your parents leave you an old house? Why don’t we… sell that one?” I disagreed. Lucas then became upset, accusing me of being heartless. He started drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day, refusing to come home. During that time, I felt like our family was about to fall apart. Under pressure, I finally agreed and listed the old house online. … “The prayer session is complete. For this time’s payment, let’s do a bank transfer, shall we?” The advisor, like many times before, chanted a bunch of things I couldn’t understand. After about half an hour, the prayer session was considered complete. Lucas immediately nodded, signaling me to pay. I took out my phone, remembering the chat history I had seen. “This woman is so stupid, she believes everything you say?” “I didn’t expect her to be so obedient, doing whatever I tell her to.” “Honey, how long until we can be together for good?” “Just wait a bit longer. Once that old house is sold and we get the money, we’ll have the startup funds for our new home!” Thinking back to those words now, I wasn’t as heartbroken anymore. I just felt disgusted. My love for Lucas had become his tool to exploit me. How ridiculous… Seeing that I hadn’t transferred the money yet, Lucas grew anxious. “Honey, what’s wrong? Hurry up and pay, the advisor is waiting.” “You don’t want Mia to become a wandering ghost, do you?”

“Mia grew up in an orphanage without parents. She finally made it to her twenties, only to die in her prime…” Usually, hearing these words would have made me feel guilty. But now, I only had one thought in my mind: “Serves her right for being an orphan!” I smiled and replied: “I really can’t come up with the money these days. Why don’t you pay for it this time, honey?” Hearing this, Lucas was stunned, his face darkening. “What do you mean? Aria, if you don’t want to pay, just say so. Why lie?” I didn’t know why Lucas was so sure I still had money. So I showed him my SnapChat balance, which I had already transferred out earlier. “I’m not lying, I really don’t have any money left.” “You pay this time, and I’ll give you the money back when the house sells, okay?” Hearing about the money from selling the house, Lucas’s face instantly lit up with a smile. He waved his hand, speaking in an affectionate tone: “Honey, what are you talking about? What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine, right?” Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud. But I managed to hold it in, not revealing anything. When it was time to go back, Lucas suddenly received a phone call. If I wasn’t mistaken, it must have been from Mia. Sure enough, after hanging up, Lucas pretended to be troubled and said: “Honey, one of my buddies got drunk. He needs me to help take him home.” I smiled faintly, thinking of Lucas’s childhood friends. The first time I met them, they called me “sister-in-law.” I thought it was just them being friendly. But later I found out that every time Lucas brought a girl to meet them, They would all jokingly call her “sister-in-law.” Even when Mia and I appeared together at a dinner party, Lucas’s friends made a few teasing remarks: “Lucas, which one should we call sister-in-law now? Haha!”

Thinking about it now, it really is true that birds of a feather flock together. The funny thing is, I actually thought Lucas was different from them. “What about me then?” I looked at Lucas, suddenly curious about how he would answer. This place was far from the city center, and it wasn’t easy to get a taxi. Lucas clearly hadn’t considered this problem and was taken aback for a moment. “Why don’t you… wait here for a bit? I remember seeing a few cars when we came.” The early spring wind in River City was strong, sometimes stinging the face like a slap. Right now, my face felt like it was burning. For a moment, I felt like I had never really known Lucas at all. Where was the Lucas who used to tie my shoelaces, bring me breakfast without being asked, and proposed to me in public without caring about others’ opinions? I tried hard to hide my emotions that were about to break down, my voice trembling slightly: “Can’t you give me a ride? The wind is too strong here, I’ll get cold if I stand for too long.” In the past, if he heard I was cold, Lucas would immediately take off his coat and give it to me. But now, he chose to remain silent. After a while, Lucas spoke with a hint of reluctance: “But my buddy said he’s in the next city district, it’s not on the way.” If a person doesn’t love you, they can think of a thousand reasons to refuse you. The car drove away, kicking up dust that got in my eyes, causing a few tears to fall. I stood in the wind for two hours until a private car passed by. The kind-hearted driver agreed to take me back to the city. The driver was speeding, and while waiting at a red light, I saw that familiar license plate through the window. So even the “not on the way” was a lie. Lucas, is there anything true left in your words? At that moment, overwhelming emotions swept over me, and tears silently slid down my cheeks.

“Stop crying. It’s not worth it for a man.” The female driver handed me a couple of tissues. Though her tone was cold, I could feel her kindness. Actually, in those two hours, more than just this one car had passed by. It’s just that the other drivers were all men. Before I could even ask, some of them would ask with a smirk if I needed a ride. I got scared and quietly moved to the side. Until this female driver appeared. The kindness of a stranger moved me more than Lucas’s cheap and fake love. “Thank you.” I wiped my tears and asked curiously: “How did you know it was because of a man?” The female driver sneered: “Because seeing you so lost reminds me of my past self.” Later, we exchanged names. I told Rachel: “The driver of that white car is my husband, but he’s probably going to see another woman now.” Rachel looked at the direction of the car with disdain and asked: “Do you need me to help you?” … As I had guessed, Lucas was here to see Mia. Using my money, she had checked into the best hotel in River City. Lucas knocked on a room door with familiarity, and then out came the face I would never forget. “Honey, you’re finally here!” Mia was wearing a revealing nightgown that barely covered her thighs. She threw herself into Lucas’s arms and whined: “You still smell like that bitch, it’s so disgusting!” Hearing this, Lucas smiled indulgently: “Then what does Mia suggest we do?” Then, the two exchanged knowing glances. They started kissing passionately while entering the room. “Disgusting!” Rachel cursed, then said firmly: “Sister, I’m definitely going to help you with this! I can’t stand seeing scumbags hurting innocent people!” I thanked her, and then we went to the front desk together. After showing my marriage certificate, the front desk didn’t give us any trouble and immediately pulled up the surveillance footage of the two entering and leaving the hotel together.

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