Author: Momo Chan

My sister and I both married into wealthy families. She fell in love with a company president she’d grown up with, and they lived happily together. But three years after their wedding, she came to me drunk, sobbing in my arms. “He has a mistress, and they even have a daughter together. That child is already several years old—he’s been lying to me for years. I feel like such a fool.” My eyes welled up with tears as I held her. “Actually, Luke Watts is cheating too. He even spent a fortune buying that woman a luxury car.” My sister and I cried all night, then made our decision. “I’m done with that bastard.” “It’s okay, we’ll leave together. I don’t want that man anymore either.” We talked for hours and finally reached a conclusion: if we couldn’t leave normally, we’d fake our deaths to escape. ***** “So what reason should we use to fake our deaths?” Lena Witt was always slow to think, and after pondering for ages, she still couldn’t come up with a good plan. I shook my head and pulled out the schedule Luke’s assistant had sent me. Luke was good at making women happy. From our first day of marriage, he insisted his assistant send me his weekly schedule every week. Back then, he’d act cute with me, sweetly calling my name with eyes that seemed to sparkle like stars. He said he only felt secure when I was keeping tabs on him. I believed his sweet words, and we were happy together. Looking back now, he probably used the same tricks to deceive his mistress. But this worked perfectly for planning our escape. “Luke’s going to New York on business next week for a project with Booth Group. Tyler Booth should be going too. It’s peak tourist season right now, so we’ll say we want to go to the beach, then pretend to get swept away by the waves.” Lena nodded enthusiastically beside me. “Zoe, you’re so smart! Then we can just travel everywhere. Those two jerks don’t care about us anyway, so we might as well have fun.” Lena voiced exactly what I was thinking. After finalizing the details, Lena and I put our plan into action. The night before departure, I called Luke. “Luke, tomorrow Lena and I are planning to go to the beach for vacation. You and Tyler focus on your business trip.” I’d practiced several times—my tone was perfectly natural. He’d never suspect anything. There was a pause on the other end, then a familiar female voice came through. “Is this Zoe Witt? Mr. Watts is in the shower…” Before she could finish, I hung up abruptly. Zara Perry, just back from abroad, Luke’s childhood neighbor. Now she was a project manager at Luke’s company. I’d seen her at the office a few times, and each time I could feel her inexplicable hostility toward me. What made me angriest was that Luke had bought her a luxury car too. Even though I already knew Luke was cheating, when faced with this reality, I couldn’t help feeling heartbroken. Leaving him was definitely the right choice. Early the next morning, Lena and I boarded a flight to the island. On the beach, while Luke and the others hadn’t started work yet, I deliberately video-called Luke. I pointed the camera at Lena, who was surfing. “Tyler’s next to you, right? Quick, get him to look at Lena!” The moment I said Lena’s name, Tyler leaned over. He was always serious, but whenever he saw Lena, his expression would unconsciously soften. Why did he have to put on this gentle act? I cursed Tyler silently but kept smiling. Suddenly, Tyler’s face went pale. On the ocean surface, Lena, who had been waving at us from her surfboard, suddenly lost her balance and was instantly swallowed by a massive wave. “Lena!” With Tyler’s heart-wrenching cry, I had already dropped my phone and was rushing toward the ocean. Luke immediately realized what I was about to do, but could only helplessly shout my name through the video. Too bad no one would ever answer them again. The last thing they saw was nothing but blue sky.

I didn’t see Luke and Tyler’s messages again until a day later. Lena and I had already left for another island overnight. We were currently watching the news while applying face masks and drinking wine. On the news screen, Tyler looked pale and somber, while Luke’s eyes were red-rimmed. They were sitting together in a car. The reporter spoke into the camera: “Breaking news: renowned designer Zoe Witt and her sister Lena Witt have gone missing during their island vacation and are presumed dead. Their husbands—Luke Watts, CEO of Watts Group, and Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group—are now rushing to the island to personally join the search and rescue efforts.” Lena curled her lip: “All that urgency won’t help. Since they dared to cheat, they should have expected we’d leave eventually.” I nodded in agreement. With a swipe of my finger, the next news story began: “Shocking! Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group, suspected of having an affair. His mistress has been seen flaunting their illegitimate child in public!” This was a video from a gossip account. In the footage, Tyler stood with a young woman, and they were holding hands with a little girl. The video was posted a week ago, but the view count had suddenly skyrocketed. The top comment was about Lena and me being missing: [Am I the only one who thinks this timing is suspicious? His illegitimate child gets exposed and suddenly his wife goes missing?] Below were a string of replies: [That makes total sense. The world of rich people is way too complicated.] [Are we already spreading rumors? These videos are all fake!] Almost everyone was speculating about the situation, offering various theories, with occasional comments about beach safety tips mixed in. Seeing Lena’s expression darken, I turned off my phone. She stared at the screen, then downed an entire glass of wine in one gulp, looking dejected. After a moment, she looked at me with watery eyes and said glumly: “Zoe, how did we end up like this?” I couldn’t help but sigh, gently stroking her head: “Maybe it’s just the nature of men.” Lena fell silent for a few seconds, then buried her head in my arms: “Zoe, Tyler is such a good actor. Even now, I still feel a little heartbroken. I actually thought he truly loved me.” Her voice was muffled, making my heart ache for her. Remembering how Zara had answered when I called Luke that day, I felt even more disgusted with these two scumbags. “Lena, men aren’t worth our tears. Let’s just enjoy our vacation from now on. The money I’ve made from my designs over the years is enough for us to live happily for thirty years. Are you really going to let one man ruin your mood?” I knew Lena’s personality well. She’d always loved money since childhood. But back then, she chose to be with Tyler when he was kicked out of his family and left with nothing. During their hardest times, they only ate two meals a day, both consisting of instant noodles. But Lena never complained. Later, Tyler founded Booth Group and gradually devoured his father’s business empire. He finally achieved his goal. After a few peaceful years, a mother and daughter suddenly appeared out of nowhere—it was like ripping Lena’s heart out and stomping on it. But fortunately, both Lena and I had the means to walk away. In the days that followed, we traveled everywhere, seemingly forgetting all our troubles. Occasionally, we’d catch news reports showing that Luke and Tyler were still searching for us. From the initial search and rescue efforts to later scouring the globe, neither of them seemed ready to give up. They even announced they wouldn’t stop looking until they found us. This wasn’t what I had originally expected. They already had new lovers—they should have given up by now. What was this all about?

But who cares? Lena and I weren’t going to keep foolishly believing them. Three months had passed, and we’d been traveling around while avoiding Luke and Tyler. Now we’d temporarily settled in a small town back home. This town was actually a tourist destination—lively surroundings with all kinds of facilities. I immediately rented a small courtyard here, living a comfortable life with Lena. “Zoe, these past few months have been amazing. I’m so happy.” Lena held a cup of freshly brewed coffee, speaking in a lazy, casual tone. She’d always been someone without much ambition, content wherever she was. I rolled my eyes at her. “You really have no standards. This makes you happy?” Unexpectedly, she shook her head and handed me a warm, roasted orange. “Zoe, this isn’t enough. These three months have helped me figure things out, but you still haven’t completely let go! “So…” Lena drew out the word, flashing a mysterious smile. I smacked her head directly. “Spill it! Stop being mysterious!” She shrank back, becoming honest. “Tonight the little bar across the street has a band performance. It happens to be your favorite band. “And besides the show, there’s also a mixer. There’ll definitely be lots of cute guys there. Dress up nicely and try to find yourself a new boyfriend tonight. Stop obsessing over that jerk!” I was stunned, then burst into laughter. “Lena, you’re actually helping me find a boyfriend. You really are my good sister.” Truth was, these three months, I’d never gotten over Luke. Turns out Lena was no longer that slow, clueless girl. She’d seen all my disappointment. That evening, Lena and I dressed up carefully and appeared at the little bar. Sure enough, my favorite band was on stage. I screamed excitedly, surrounded by fans just like me, many holding light-up support signs. I was so lucky to see them perform. This band had been around for ages, and their performances were becoming increasingly rare. I thought I’d hardly have another chance to see them live. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find an unfamiliar cute guy. He wore a black beanie, trendy baseball jacket and jeans—looked like a college student. Right now he was beaming with excitement, eyes sparkling as he looked at me. “Hey there, miss. You like Chasing Fire too?” Before I could react, Lena beside me gave me a gentle elbow nudge, then quickly answered. “Yes! Zoe loves this band! You’re a fan too, right? You guys must have tons in common!” Getting that confirmation, the guy’s eyes lit up even more as he continued. “Awesome! Are you here traveling? I’m Ben Dean. I’m a junior here. If there’s anything you want to check out, I can show you around!” So my love had arrived—I had no reason to refuse him. We exchanged contact info and listened to the entire concert together. He enthusiastically bought drinks for Lena and me. His eager attention made Lena secretly giggle several times. “Zoe, I just remembered my cat at home isn’t asleep yet. I’ll go check on it. You guys have fun!” Lena smiled as she made up a lame excuse and prepared to leave. But the moment she opened the door, her smile froze on her face. At the doorway, an intimidating male voice came through. “Aren’t you allergic to cat hair? Did you get that cured?”

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After my sister and I came of age, our parents gave us a choice: who would take over the company, and who would marry into the Tran family. My sister Lyla Warner, greedy for the family fortune, chose to take over the business without hesitation. But she was lazy and indulgent, spending her days traveling and abandoning the company entirely. Within a year, she had squandered the family fortune and lost everything. Meanwhile, after marrying into the Tran family, I gave birth to two sons and lived a wealthy life. She was consumed with jealousy. At a family gathering, she stabbed me to death in a frenzied attack. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we made our life choices. Lyla rushed to make her decision first. “I want to marry into the Tran family. The family business can go to my sister.” I couldn’t help but smile, thinking to myself: “Foolish Lyla. The Tran family is nothing but hell.” ***** “I fell in love with Kyson Tran at first sight, so I want to be with him! “Helen Warner is smarter than me—she’ll definitely manage the company well!” Our parents had originally intended for me to marry into the Tran family, so Lyla was flushed red with urgency. She couldn’t wait to have a wedding with Kyson and secure a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Just days ago, she had declared her intention to be a modern businesswoman, but today she seemed like a completely different person. Our parents were too shocked to speak, unable to understand her sudden change of heart. Only I sat quietly on the sofa, reviewing the company’s financial reports while secretly sneering. Given a second chance at life, Lyla was still too impulsive. Mom didn’t say much, but Dad disagreed. “Lyla, relying on yourself is better than relying on anyone else. He might like you now, but what if he changes his mind later? “I’ve heard Kyson is a playboy. You should think this through carefully. I can’t bear to watch you suffer.” Entrusting one’s entire life to another man was the most foolish thing to do. Over the years, Father had witnessed countless examples in the business world of men abandoning their wives and children. Wives who had supported their husbands from nothing ultimately received nothing in return. Naturally, Father didn’t want us to live such lives. Unfortunately, Lyla was stubborn and refused to listen. In my previous life, I had lived luxuriously. I was chauffeured everywhere in luxury cars, and my bank account always held hundreds of millions of dollars. My two adorable sons were the envy of everyone. Lyla stubbornly believed that marrying Kyson was the right path, rather than inheriting the company only to go bankrupt. She naturally wouldn’t listen to Father’s advice and irritably picked at her ears. “Dad! That’s only because those women were incompetent! I’m beautiful and charming—he’ll definitely treasure me! How could he possibly abandon me? “Besides, you’ve met him too. He’s a handsome and charming gentleman. All those rumors from outsiders are fake!” As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with barely concealed smugness. To her, this was the path to wealth and status. She didn’t want to be a boss who traveled constantly for business, exhausting herself with endless networking and entertainment. The role of a wife who stayed home listening to music and attending parties suited her much better. I kept my head down, afraid I might burst out laughing. Kyson appeared gentle and refined, but only I knew he was actually a psychopath. As an illegitimate son who had successfully taken control of the Tran family, he must have made unimaginable sacrifices. He forced me to socialize everywhere to expand his network. Even when I drank until I had stomach bleeding, he showed no concern for my health. When angry, he would hit me, forcing me to wear long sleeves and pants even in summer to hide the bruises. Most importantly, the Tran family situation was incredibly complicated. Every day I woke up, I had to face constant scheming and infighting. It was pure hell. How could that compare to the comfort of inheriting our family business? Seeing her mind was made up, our parents had nothing more to say. They sighed and returned to their room. Before leaving, Lyla didn’t forget to give me a haughty look. “Helen, when the company goes bankrupt and you can’t hold on anymore, you can call me. Maybe I’ll even let you be my servant.” I smiled slightly. “It’s just as likely that you’ll be the one begging me.” I really envied her—she’d get to be beaten by her husband and suffer all sorts of grievances. While I’d only be able to cry my heart out in a company worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Besides that, I could also mess around with some male companions.

Lyla and Kyson’s grand wedding was held at the renowned Grand Hotel. The wedding guests were all elite figures from various industries. Lyla wore a custom-made wedding dress, her every gesture radiating smugness and arrogance. She deliberately walked over to me with Kyson to offer a toast, clearly showing off. “Helen, this is your first time meeting Kyson, isn’t it? When your business goes bankrupt later, maybe Kyson can give you a hand!” “What’s the point of a woman working so hard? Finding a good man should be the priority. Too bad you’ll never have that kind of luck.” Finally able to trample me underfoot, she smiled with particular satisfaction. Kyson beside her was quite gentlemanly, nodding politely at me. Sensing her arrogant attitude, he frowned slightly. Based on our experience living together for many years in my previous life, he wasn’t satisfied with this wife. After all, Lyla was truly too foolish. Once he gradually grew tired of Lyla, she would probably face her own hell. Seeing that I remained silent, she assumed I was jealous. After mocking me a few more times, she triumphantly pulled Kyson away. I really wasn’t in the mood to argue with her, since I had just taken over the company and still needed to expand many business connections. It was rare to have so many business moguls gathered together today, so I quickly grabbed my wine glass to network. In my previous life, Lyla arrogantly believed she was already the CEO and didn’t need to show respect to anyone. Not only was she willful and reckless, but she also repeatedly turned away potential business partners. She didn’t understand that there’s always someone better out there, and she quickly offended New York’s most powerful Graham family, getting blacklisted that very night. I absolutely couldn’t make the same mistake, so I humbly handed out my business cards. In the end, I successfully left a good impression on several big shots. Having just finished all this, I finally had a chance to relax. But suddenly there was a commotion in the center of the hall. “You did that on purpose! Do you think I’m blind? This is my wedding day – how dare you ruin my mood! Do you know who my husband is?” Lyla, who had been all smiles just moments ago, was now glaring viciously at a young girl. The girl seemed to be encountering this kind of situation for the first time and was frantically trying to explain. “I really didn’t do it on purpose! I was looking for my brother and accidentally bumped into you. I already apologized…” Being watched by so many people, the girl’s face turned red with embarrassment, and she was on the verge of tears. This was really just a minor incident. But Lyla insisted on treating it as a perfect opportunity to show off her power in front of everyone, relentlessly harassing the girl. “No way! This dress was flown in from France! You got it dirty! You couldn’t afford to pay for it even if you worked your whole life!” “I’ve never seen you before. Are you some waitress who snuck in here?” In high society circles, everyone knows each other’s backgrounds. Lyla felt this girl had no backing, which is why she dared to keep bullying her. Seeing the girl about to cry, I couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward. “Lyla, what are you doing? She didn’t do it on purpose either. Just let it go this time.” Being publicly criticized by me, Lyla felt displeased and sneered: “How do you know she didn’t do it on purpose? What if she’s just jealous that I married well? I’ve seen plenty of people like that!” “Why are you helping her? Did you arrange for her to come here and cause trouble?” I never expected Lyla to frame me, and my expression immediately darkened. Just as I was about to speak, a man’s cold voice suddenly rang out: “The Tran family is truly fortunate to welcome such a future mistress.”

I looked up and discovered a tall, imposing man standing in a secluded corner of the hall, appearing there without anyone noticing. His handsome face looked incredibly stern. Everyone present froze for a few seconds before someone finally stammered out a greeting. “Mr. Graham!” Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the entire hall instantly erupted into chaos. This man was Owen Graham, the current patriarch of the Graham family! A single word from him could bring down countless businesses. Ordinary people like us might never encounter someone of his stature in our entire lives. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, all wondering why Owen would appear here. “Owen! Please tell this lady that I really didn’t do it on purpose!” Only the little girl rushed into his arms like she’d found her savior, tears of grievance streaming down her face. “Mr. Graham! This is all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!” Kyson’s father, who had been wheeling and dealing in business for over a decade, approached with a face full of smiles, trying to shake hands with Owen. But Owen smoothly avoided the gesture, glaring at Lyla with fury. “Since so many people are present, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t give Mrs. Tran an explanation. Let’s check the security footage directly.” Upon hearing about checking the surveillance, Lyla’s entire body went rigid. She frantically shot Kyson a pleading look for help. “Honey, there’s no need to check the footage. I accidentally bumped into Ms. Graham earlier! I apologize!” But it was already too late. Owen had no intention of listening to her explanations. At his command, the surveillance footage immediately began playing on the large screen. The video clearly showed that after witnessing Kyson’s intimate behavior with other women at the party, Lyla was furious but didn’t dare confront him. Instead, she vented her anger on Lily Graham, who was alone and appeared vulnerable. Lyla had charged straight at Lily and knocked her down. Everyone could see clearly what happened next. Having her malicious actions broadcast publicly, Lyla’s face flushed crimson. She desperately tried to signal Kyson with her eyes, hoping he would save her. But Kyson himself was an illegitimate child with already low standing in the Tran family. This current spectacle would only fuel his anger further. He practically wanted to kill Lyla himself—there was no way he’d help her. Instead, Owen calmly broke the silence. “Since the Tran family has such misunderstandings about my sister, let’s temporarily cancel our cooperation.” With that single sentence, he declared that the collaboration between the Tran and Graham families—which the Trans had spent days desperately trying to secure—was now worthless. Kyson’s father collapsed on the spot. Everyone fell into panic. The Tran family members all knew the consequences of offending Owen. They wanted to step forward and plead, but Owen gave them no opportunity, preparing to leave with his sister. As he passed by me, he suddenly stopped. “You’re Helen Warner?” I was startled. “You know me?” He finally showed the first smile I’d seen from him today. “You’re certainly memorable. Thank you for speaking up for Lily today.” Lily was even more grateful and insisted on exchanging contact information with me, which was certainly beneficial for me. As she was leaving, she kept thanking me. “Thank you! When I have time, I’ll come visit you!” Before she could finish speaking, Owen led her away. In the hall, Lyla had already been forcibly dragged away by Kyson, leaving only the guests to discuss today’s events with great interest. After tonight, this drama would spread throughout the entire social circle. By then, Lyla’s days would only become more difficult. But who could she blame for that? After taking over the business, I barely had any free time. I was either at the factory overseeing production or flying to various cities to negotiate partnerships. During that period, my eardrums were constantly inflamed from all the flights. However, my efforts paid off. Through my relentless work and Lily’s assistance, the company grew larger and larger. I had several enviable contracts in hand. Even when I came home for dinner, my parents kept praising me, saying they should have handed the company over to me much earlier. On this rare free day, Lily and I had planned to go shopping. I waited on the street for a long time, but Lily never showed up. I was getting increasingly irritated. When I finally saw that gleaming Rolls-Royce, I sighed helplessly. “If you hadn’t come, I would’ve thought our date was for tomorrow!” As the window rolled down, I froze completely. Owen’s handsome face suddenly appeared before me. Noticing my surprise, he casually explained: “She got held up with something, so she asked me to pick you up first.” Owen was so busy, yet he had time to be my chauffeur? What a lame excuse. After I got in the car, the atmosphere between us became awkward again. We could only make small talk about the weather. Then we both fell silent. I was debating whether to repeat the meaningless topic. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was too noisy outside, so I instinctively put it on speaker. Lyla’s shrill voice immediately pierced my ears. “Are you blind? I sent you so many messages and you didn’t reply to any of them! Are you out of your mind?” I was used to her verbal abuse. But Owen had grown up surrounded by praise, and I didn’t know if he’d feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, I stole a glance in the rearview mirror. His expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction. I cleared my throat. “Get to the point! I’ve already blocked your messages. I’m very busy every day and don’t have time for idle chatter with you.” Hearing my response, Lyla was furious. But she still held back her anger. “I heard your company is quite large now. Don’t you forget about me! If I hadn’t chosen to marry into the Tran family back then, could you have achieved what you have today? This company is half my doing too!” I had never seen such a shameless person. I almost burst out laughing. “So what do you want? Should I give you the chairman position?” I was clearly being sarcastic, but she took it seriously. “You’re very smart. But I wouldn’t want to be too unreasonable either. Give me fifty million dollars now! And when I need money in the future, I’ll come to you again!”

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I know I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, but I haven’t chosen to have an abortion. Instead, I’m going to give birth to him. Seeing my determination to have this child, my best friend Aria Clark and my husband Jacob Fraser are both panicking. In my previous life, I was pregnant with a baby who had XYY syndrome. The moment they saw the test results, Jacob and Aria immediately urged me to get an abortion. I was reluctant, but I still chose to have the abortion under Jacob’s insistence. During the abortion procedure, I suffered massive bleeding. To save me, the doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus. After my uterus was removed, I fell into deep depression every day. However, when I went to the hospital for a follow-up, I overheard a conversation between Jacob and Aria. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza Martin’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, but Jacob and Aria pushed me off the hospital rooftop. After my death, Jacob and Aria inherited all my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I went to the hospital for my prenatal checkup. The pain of shattered bones swept through my entire body. I looked around. The strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital kept irritating my nostrils. Then, a voice spoke: “Eliza, don’t worry. Our children will definitely be healthy.” A pair of cold hands covered the back of my hands. I suddenly snapped back to reality and met Aria’s comforting gaze. Jacob, standing behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, joining Aria in reassuring me. Looking at the two of them, I was certain I had been reborn, returning to the day Aria and I came to the hospital for our prenatal checkups together. In my previous life, Aria and I were pregnant at the same time. However, I was carrying a healthy fetus, while she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. After the test results came out, Jacob deliberately switched mine and Aria’s test reports, making me believe I was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, and under their persuasion, I had an abortion. Unfortunately, I suffered massive bleeding during the surgery and was forced to have my uterus removed, making it impossible for me to have my own children ever again. From then on, I fell into deep depression every day, and Jacob gradually began to ignore me. But on the day I went to the hospital for my follow-up, I discovered Jacob and Aria’s plan to steal my assets. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, and fearing this would get out, they pushed me off the hospital rooftop. Since my parents died early and I had no children, Jacob inherited all my assets after my death. Later, he married Aria, and their family of three lived happily ever after spending my inheritance. Fortunately, heaven is fair and gave me another chance. To avoid repeating my previous life’s fate, I made an excuse and sent them both downstairs. Aria and Jacob had already been having an affair, so hearing about a chance to be alone together, they excitedly left. As soon as they got in the elevator, I immediately took out mine and Aria’s information to collect our prenatal test reports. Since Jacob likes switching prenatal test reports, this time I would do the switching myself, without needing him to do it. When Aria and Jacob returned, they saw me sitting in the chair crying. Jacob quickly walked over, crouched down in front of me, and gently asked: “Eliza, why are you crying? Whatever happened, you can tell me.” I pitifully handed him the prenatal test report and said through tears: “Jacob, I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. What should I do?” Hearing my words, Jacob froze for a moment, frowning as he looked through the prenatal test report. Suddenly, he thought of something and secretly glanced at Aria’s prenatal test report. Seeing that it showed the fetus was completely normal, he and Aria quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he pretended to care about me and said: “Eliza, you must have an abortion because babies with XYY syndrome are defective. Once your body recovers, we can have another healthy child.” I directly refused him and glared at him angrily with red eyes. Seeing this, Aria also tried to persuade me: “Eliza, just listen to Jacob. Once this child is born, he’ll be nothing but trouble. Don’t worry. In the future, you can be the godmother of my child.” Aria spoke very sincerely, but I could clearly see the smugness and calculation in her eyes. After hearing Aria’s words, I felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit. I clenched my teeth tightly, then suppressed the hatred that was about to overflow from my heart. No matter how they tried to persuade me, I cried and refused them, saying: “I won’t have an abortion. This is my child. No matter what, I will definitely give birth to him.”

After we returned home, Aria and Jacob still wanted to convince me to have an abortion. But I walked straight into the bedroom and shut them both out, acting extremely stubborn and unwilling to listen to any persuasion. At midnight, when they noticed no sound coming from my bedroom, Aria and Jacob assumed I was asleep and had sex in the guest room. Aria showed no regard for the fact that she was pregnant, constantly seducing Jacob and having sex non-stop. Through the crack in the door, I stared intently at those two shameless people. Aria said, “Jacob, if Eliza gives birth to that child, what will happen to me and my baby? The child in my belly is also your biological child. You can’t abandon us.” Jacob tenderly caressed Aria’s belly and said gently, “Eliza can give birth to that child. I originally wanted to find an excuse to get rid of the baby in her belly. But she’s carrying a child with XYY syndrome. “This child will torment her greatly. Don’t worry, sweetheart. After she gives birth, I’ll make sure she dies. Then everything she has will be ours.” After hearing the satisfying answer, Aria smiled smugly and performed even more enthusiastically in bed. I just watched them quietly until the pain in my clenched fists made me leave. Aria was single, yet she got pregnant on the same day as me. At the time, she said she’d had a one-night stand with someone and couldn’t find the father of her child. Moreover, she didn’t want to have an abortion. I felt so sorry for her that I let her move in with me and had the nanny who took care of me look after her as well. But I never imagined that the child in Aria’s belly was actually Jacob’s. In my previous life, I believed her story. Now that I have a second chance, I absolutely won’t be fooled by her again. The next morning, Jacob and Aria looked extremely satisfied, even secretly flirting at the breakfast table. I pretended not to see their behavior and ate my nutritional meal by myself. What I needed to do now was take good care of my body. Seeing my cold expression, Aria tried hard to make me feel uncomfortable. She smiled and said, “Eliza, how did you end up carrying a child with XYY syndrome? You’re so unlucky, unlike me. Even though I don’t know where my child’s father is, the baby in my belly is perfectly healthy. “Why don’t you come with me to church to pray? Only by doing good deeds can you be as lucky as me and carry a healthy child.” After hearing Aria’s words, I could barely suppress my laughter. Was she lucky? Aria still didn’t know that she was the one actually carrying a child with XYY syndrome. After speaking, Aria stared at my expression. Unfortunately, I just nodded indifferently and didn’t show the heartbroken look she wanted to see. Seeing my expression, Aria glared at Jacob in dissatisfaction. Jacob immediately said, “Eliza, I know you’re in a bad mood, but Aria is just concerned about you.” I almost couldn’t resist the urge to smash the plate over his head. He was clearly my husband, yet he deceived me and conspired with my best friend to hurt me. If it hadn’t been for my father’s support back then, Jacob would never have achieved his current position. I suppressed my anger, finished the last sip of soup, and went into my room. The two of them thought I was genuinely upset, so they came to coax me several times. When they saw I wouldn’t respond to them, they left.

My due date was still over a month away. Remembering my past life when I lost my uterus due to severe hemorrhaging, I had the butler Alfie Kelly find me the best doctor. The moment that doctor arrived, Jacob and Aria became extremely panicked, desperately trying to stop me. Jacob pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of a young female doctor. He said, “Eliza, Mila Ross is this city’s most outstanding young obstetrician representative. I’ve already arranged for her to perform your surgery.” Aria chimed in, “That’s right, Eliza. A colleague of mine had her child delivered by Dr. Ross, and there were no problems at all.” Both of them worried I wouldn’t agree and kept trying to persuade me. I studied the person in the photo carefully, feeling she looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, I remembered that Mila was the doctor who had performed my abortion surgery in my past life. Every detail of that surgery in my past life had been arranged by Jacob. A terrifying suspicion instantly crossed my mind, and my body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Seeing this, Jacob pulled me into his embrace. He gently stroked my back and said, “Eliza, don’t be nervous. With Dr. Ross here, you and the baby will definitely be safe.” Watching Jacob so determined to have Mila as my doctor, I could only agree for now: “Jacob, I trust you. Then let’s have Dr. Ross handle my surgery.” Hearing my words, Jacob satisfiedly gave me a light kiss on the forehead. I saw hatred and resentment flash in Aria’s eyes, knowing she hoped I would die soon. If I could make Aria uncomfortable, then I would feel comfortable. So I deliberately moved closer to Jacob and said to Aria, “Aria, the child in your belly is illegitimate. You’ll have a hard time finding a boyfriend in the future. Although you like to play around, I never thought you’d actually have a one-night stand with someone and get pregnant from it. Thank goodness I have Jacob, otherwise if I were in your situation, what would I do?” My words made Aria feel humiliated, and her face turned pale. She immediately retorted, “No matter what, my situation is better than yours. After all, I’m not carrying a child with XYY syndrome. He’s very healthy and will be much better than your child after birth.” After saying this, Aria glared at me. I furrowed my brow tightly, pretending to be hurt as I said, “Aria, I’m your good friend. How can you say such things about me? I’m really heartbroken. Jacob, Aria is being way too much.” After speaking, I blinked my eyes innocently. Seeing Jacob about to comfort me, I forcefully pushed him away and pretended to storm off in anger. A month later, Aria and I went into labor at the same time. We were placed in the same delivery room, with Aria staring arrogantly at my belly. She sneered, “Eliza, what a shame. Even though we’re good friends, you’re about to give birth to a child with XYY syndrome. You’re so unlucky. Don’t you dare regret it once the baby is born.” Aria smiled coldly, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness and malice. I looked at her calmly, my gaze meaningful: “Aria, this baby of yours has really put you through hell. Doesn’t seem like a well-behaved one.” My words made Aria so angry that her cervix dilated prematurely, and she lay on the delivery bed screaming in agony. She was in excruciating pain, glaring at me with resentment. When she saw the doctor assigned to deliver my baby walk in, she became smug again, because it was Mila. Seeing Mila, Aria thought I would suffer greatly and couldn’t help but taunt: “Eliza, you’re really unlucky. Get ready to suffer.” Too bad this fool’s wishful thinking was about to be shattered. Half an hour later, Aria and I both began giving birth. Aria’s labor was extremely painful, her screams filling the entire delivery room. As for me, aside from a thin layer of sweat on my face, I wasn’t suffering like Aria was. Watching Aria’s agony, a surge of vengeful satisfaction washed over me. More than an hour passed, and Aria’s baby still hadn’t been born. Hugo Duncan, the doctor delivering Aria’s baby, said her situation was complicated and that natural delivery posed significant risks, recommending a C-section instead. But Aria refused, even insulting Hugo: “You’re such an incompetent doctor! If a woman has scars on her belly, men will find her disgusting. I absolutely must have a natural birth.” Hearing Aria’s words, Hugo felt somewhat helpless and could only continue according to her demands. Listening to Aria disregard her own body just to please men, I suddenly realized we were never the same kind of people. Her personality was identical to those in her family of origin. After another half hour, Hugo finally managed to adjust Aria’s baby into the proper position for natural delivery. My baby and Aria’s baby crowned simultaneously. The moment the heads emerged, Aria arrogantly showed off to me. She said, “Eliza, my baby is about to be born. Once my child is delivered, I’ll start enjoying the good life. But if you give birth to a child with XYY syndrome, you’ll begin suffering.” Just as Aria finished speaking, two baby cries echoed through the delivery room. My baby was born first, with Aria’s following closely behind. I delivered a healthy baby boy, while Aria… Aria smiled as she followed Hugo’s gaze downward. After seeing the child she had delivered, she could no longer smile.

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When my biological father Jaxon Thomson and mother Rosie Thomson brought me home, I only had a backpack and my therapy dog with me. Just because their adopted daughter Sophie Thomson said she wanted to eat dog meat barbecue on Christmas, they actually killed my dog. I flipped the table and smashed the Thomson mansion into chaos. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie suffers from depression? She was finally happy for once, and you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly: “You’re just mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back.” Sophie’s eyes were red-rimmed as she pushed the barbecue in front of me: “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you love this dog, I’ll give it back to you.” I let out a cold laugh. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, but my mental illness was real. ***** Rolly was missing. That Labrador who would always run out to nuzzle me the moment he heard my voice seemed not to have heard my calls today. I clenched my fists. Rolly was my lifetime therapy dog, and the only method the psychiatric hospital had found to control my behavior. Without Rolly, I would become like I was in the psychiatric hospital again. Just thinking about how all the doctors, nurses, and patients in the psychiatric hospital would scream in panic when they saw me having an episode made me shudder. No! I couldn’t lose Rolly! I didn’t want to be treated like a monster again! I wanted to be normal! I searched tirelessly throughout the Thomson mansion. Although I had lived here for six months, I still felt like a stranger. He was nowhere to be found in the bedrooms, storage rooms, or backyard. I slammed the last door shut hard, realizing I was losing control of my strength. I pinched my arm, barely regaining my composure, and opened the monitoring app on my phone with trembling hands. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, I had installed monitoring equipment on Rolly’s collar in case I couldn’t find him. But the live feed showed only pitch black, and the history could only be viewed after finding the memory card. The ominous feeling in my heart grew stronger, and I began uncontrollably biting my nails. Just as I was about to go out and post missing dog flyers, Sophie walked in. She was dressed very sweetly, with a cute smile on her face. But when she looked at me, her eyes were malicious. I was used to her looks, so I walked toward the door without hesitation. But Sophie called out to me: “Olivia, where are you going? Today is Christmas. Dad, Mom, and I are planning to barbecue. The ingredients are very special this time. Come eat with us.” I responded coldly: “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas.” “There’s a feast today. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.” Sophie’s tone was meaningful. I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But the urgency of finding Rolly weighed on my mind, so I quickly left. When I finished posting the missing dog flyers and returned to the Thomson mansion, the lights had just come on inside, and steam had condensed into water droplets on the glass windows. Jaxon, Rosie, and Sophie were sitting around the dining table, chatting happily. Seeing me, Sophie waved and said with a smile: “Olivia, come eat the barbecue. It smells so good.” Rosie looked at me reproachfully: “We haven’t seen you all afternoon. Sophie specially saved you a big portion.” I frowned, about to refuse, when Sophie picked up a plate: “We’ve been busy all afternoon. This dog meat is particularly fragrant. Olivia, won’t you really try some?” Dog meat? I froze in place, suspecting I was having auditory hallucinations again. I mechanically turned my head to look at the dining table, then at Sophie’s face. A nightmarish suspicion formed in my mind. I tried to find flaws in Sophie’s expression: “Where’s my Rolly?” Sophie blinked innocently: “You mean that dog? It’s right here.” I stared intently at that plate of barbecue, feeling dizzy. “I wanted to eat dog meat barbecue this morning, so Dad and Mom helped me process the dog. There’s still lots of meat left in the fridge. We can continue eating dog meat pizza tomorrow.” Sophie kept talking, like an evil spirit whispering in my ear. I suddenly raised my hand and knocked the plate from her hands, ignoring the shocked cries behind me, then rushed to the kitchen. In the freezer, the only place I hadn’t searched, there were large chunks of blood-red meat, bones and flesh covered with a layer of white frost. There was even a tuft of unplucked dog hair on top, the color of Rolly’s fur. I suddenly bent over and began vomiting violently.

The commotion in the living room still hadn’t stopped. Ever since I pushed her to the ground, Sophie had been crying nonstop. She threw herself into Rosie’s arms, sobbing as she said, “This is all my fault. I stole Olivia’s life, so she has every right to hate me.” Rosie immediately looked at her disapprovingly. “You and she are both my children. In my heart, you are my biological daughter. I won’t allow you to put yourself down like this anymore.” Jaxon also gently stroked her hair, his expression full of concern. Sophie lifted her head from Rosie’s shoulder and met my gaze. Then she smiled, not a trace of sadness on her face. Seeing her provocative look, I walked over and flipped the dining table. Scalding soup and food scattered across the floor, inevitably splashing onto them. Jaxon frowned. “Olivia, what are you doing? Even if you’re upset, there’s no need to act so uncouth.” Rosie quickly pulled Sophie back. Ignoring the stains on her own arm, she hurried to wipe Sophie’s dress clean. I stood in the midst of the chaos, staring intently at Sophie. “You killed my dog and ate it, didn’t you?” Sophie shrank fearfully into Rosie’s embrace, successfully gaining protection. “Olivia, I just wanted to eat dog meat. Since there happened to be a dog at home, Dad made it into food for me.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice firm yet pitiful. “Dad only did this for my sake. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please don’t be angry with Dad.” Jaxon raised his hand to stop her, looking at me seriously. “Olivia, I haven’t wronged you, and I’ve fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. What exactly are you dissatisfied with about this family?” I kicked over the floor lamp and threw the remaining two chairs across the room. “Rolly wasn’t just any ordinary dog, and certainly not your food.” Jaxon continued, “It was just a dog.” Suddenly, the couch made a harsh scraping sound as it moved. Within five minutes, the room was in complete chaos, and everyone stood frozen. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie has depression? She was finally happy for once, but you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly. “You’re mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back. I should have left you to die out there.” Sophie, eyes red with tears, pushed the only remaining plate of meat toward me. “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you loved this dog so much, I’ll give it back to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, while my mental illness was real. I let out a soft snort and flexed my wrist. Sophie cried out to me again, “Olivia…” Suddenly, a crisp slap cut off her words. A clear handprint quickly appeared on Sophie’s face, and her crying turned into screaming. Amid the screaming, Rosie suddenly became stern, no longer able to maintain her elegant, gentle expression. Almost simultaneously, she slapped me too. “I didn’t bring you back so you could bully Sophie. She developed depression because of your return, but I still kept you here. Why can’t you just be considerate of her?” I smiled sarcastically. The beloved Sophie suddenly learning she wasn’t biological and developing depression from fear of abandonment—only these two idiots would believe such a script. While I was swallowing pill after pill for bipolar disorder, they were worried about whether Sophie had taken the vitamin C from her antidepressant bottle. Unfortunately, as long as they believed it, Sophie felt it was enough. Standing behind Jaxon and Rosie, she silently mouthed to me, “I won.”

Indeed, whenever Sophie shed even a single tear, Jaxon and Rosie would feel heartbroken, let alone when I had slapped her. But I didn’t stop. I stared straight at her. “Sophie, apologize to Rolly.” Sophie’s eyes widened as tears quickly welled up. “Olivia, you can hate me, but you can’t humiliate me.” Rosie’s face turned ugly. “Olivia, we’ve been tolerant enough with you. Look what you’ve done to this house! Don’t push it too far.” Jaxon also glared at me angrily. “Sophie got hurt because of you. You should be the one apologizing to her.” I said nothing and silently picked up a stick that had fallen from somewhere, then started smashing things. Dinnerware worth a hundred thousand dollars, vases worth millions, and famous paintings worth tens of millions—I destroyed them all. Jaxon shouted angrily to stop me, but I forced him back several steps with the stick. He roared, “You’ve gone too far! I shouldn’t have brought you back. You’re just a lunatic!” I sneered. “You’re right. I am a lunatic, so don’t overestimate a lunatic’s self-control.” Rosie clutched her chest, trembling with rage. “How could I have a daughter like you? All those years outside have turned you into a complete mess.” I thought to myself: “A mess? But I’ve been trying so hard to be disciplined, to learn how to be normal. It’s you who pushed me to lose control.” Sophie’s tears kept flowing endlessly, as if they would never stop. Her complexion grew paler, and her body trembled slightly. Rosie immediately rushed over, asking nervously, “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re not having another episode, are you?” Jaxon also walked over, watching Sophie intently. Sophie took several deep breaths, then managed a weak smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. This is all my fault. I made Olivia unhappy. I should apologize to Olivia.” She stood up and walked over to me, her face showing careful, pleasing submission. “Olivia, whatever punishment you want to give me, I can accept it. Please forgive me. Don’t make things difficult for Dad and Mom.” The next second, she walked up to me and lowered her voice: “Did you see that? They’ll only take my side. They’re my parents alone. Even though you’re their biological daughter, you can’t compare to me.” I looked coldly at her smug expression, then grabbed a dinner knife from the table and stabbed it hard into the back of her hand. “Ah!” A scream rang out as bright red blood spurted from the wound. Sophie instantly collapsed to the floor. At the same time, Rosie’s shriek also erupted. She rushed over like a madwoman and pushed me to the ground. I tried to dodge, but the drug withdrawal symptoms kicked in again, making me feel nauseous and suffocated. Then my forehead hit the ground, opening a bloody gash. The ambulance arrived quickly, taking Sophie away while also picking me up. At the hospital, Sophie was rushed into the emergency room. I sat alone in the hallway. An ER nurse noticed me and bandaged my wound. When Sophie came out, Jaxon and Rosie, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately rushed over to check on her. This time, Sophie didn’t need to fake being weak because her face was genuinely pale from blood loss. She said, “Dad, Mom, I shouldn’t stay in this house. I never thought Olivia hated me enough to want to kill me. She’s your real daughter. Take Olivia back home. I don’t deserve to stay in the family anymore.” Hearing Sophie’s words, Rosie was so heartbroken she felt like her heart would shatter. She hugged Sophie, crying, “What are you talking about? You’re my daughter. No matter who I abandon, I won’t abandon you. Olivia is just a lunatic. She’s the one who should leave.” Jaxon also said angrily, “I won’t let her get away with this. We have to call the police and have her committed to a mental hospital.” The police arrived quickly. After understanding the situation, they all gave me strange looks and called for a psychiatrist to examine me. While waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive, Jaxon coldly declared, “Olivia, you’ve exhausted all my patience. From now on, you can reflect on your actions in the mental hospital.” I leaned against the wall, ignoring Sophie’s gaze, and gave Jaxon a defiant smile. Soon after, Dr. George Black from the psychiatric hospital arrived. Jaxon pointed at me, his face dark. “This is a mental patient. Take her to your hospital.” George made eye contact with me, and I realized he was someone I knew. “How is it you again?” George’s expression became serious. He instinctively stepped back and bumped into the door frame, nearly falling. He said, “I just released her two years ago. I can accept any mental patient, except Olivia.”

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My sister Megan Johnson and I are twins. I’ve been frail since childhood and was sent to Grandfather’s ranch to learn combat skills, which made me hot-tempered. Megan grew up with our parents, excelled academically, had a gentle personality, and never argued with anyone. In my previous life, she married veteran William Nelson, who’s now an automotive factory executive. Neither of them was good with words, and eventually Megan died young due to misunderstandings between them. I married middle school teacher Vincent Taylor. Vincent found my behavior crude and would rather stay at school than come home. This time we were reborn on our wedding day. Seeing Megan’s worried expression, I asked, “How about we swap grooms?” Megan nodded frantically, “Yes!” ***** The church bells woke me up. I opened my eyes to see a room full of flowers and Megan looking troubled. During our previous wedding, she was shy and sweet, but seeing her like this now, I guessed she’d been reborn too. In her past life, she married automotive executive William and should have been happy. But after marriage, they lived like strangers, and eventually Megan died due to a misunderstanding. After I married Vincent, he found me insufficiently elegant and refused to come home. I ended up dying alone. I grabbed Megan’s hand, “Megan, let’s switch grooms.” Megan nodded, “Okay!” Then she hesitated, “No, William isn’t a good man.” Seeing Megan’s concern, I was touched. Though we’re twins, I was weak as a child and sent to Grandfather James Cooper’s place to learn self-defense. Megan and I didn’t have many chances to meet, but she always saved her allowance to buy me clothes and cared for me. I said, “Sis, I know how to deal with someone like William who’s not good with words.” Megan smiled through her tears. Unlike Megan’s gentle kindness, I’ve been hot-tempered since childhood. I said, “Megan, help me out. You handle Vincent, that bookworm.” Vincent was my husband in my previous life, a middle school teacher. Our personalities were completely incompatible. In the past life, he was gentle with others but found me crude, and we got along terribly. Megan patted my head, “Alright, let’s switch grooms!” By the time the wedding began, we’d already swapped wedding dresses and used veils as head coverings. Though our family was puzzled about why we were wearing veils, they didn’t ask many questions. Amid the blessings, I got into William’s car and went to his apartment. As an executive, even though William was reluctant, his mother Margaret Nelson still threw a grand wedding. William had finally agreed to marry, and she wanted everyone in the community to know about it. Honestly, there was a huge gap between our family and the Nelsons. But everyone knew William was obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Janet White and had refused to marry for many years. Finally, Margaret threatened suicide, and he compromised. So they chose the gentle and intelligent Megan. In her previous life, Megan was unaware of this and only found out when it was too late. Vincent and I had an engagement arranged by James. James insisted on honoring the agreement despite my objections. Eventually, we began our unhappy marriage. Thinking about this, I hit William.

Through my white veil, I could see William’s expression barely changed—he just frowned slightly. Just as Megan had said, he was indeed an unromantic tough guy. “William, congratulations on your wedding. I wish you happiness.” A gentle voice drifted over, and I looked up at the speaker. A blonde girl in a white dress stood there, looking delicate and charming. Her eyes glistened with tears as she smiled at William, putting on a pitiful appearance. No wonder Megan had died of heartbreak in my previous life. Janet clearly knew how to manipulate situations. Speaking to the groom like this at someone else’s wedding was incredibly rude. “Janet, we didn’t invite you!” Margaret’s furious shout echoed throughout the garden. “Margaret, I just came to offer my blessings. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave right now.” With that, Janet cast another pitiful glance at William. Before he could react, I lifted my veil, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed William on the cheek. “Of course we welcome you,” I said. “It’s our honor that Janet came to bless William and me. Isn’t that right, darling?” I looked at William tenderly. This usually composed man seemed a bit flustered. “Yes, but wait—who are you? Where’s Megan?” While the guests were still whispering about my bold move, William finally stammered out the question. “From today on, you’re my husband,” I said. “I’m very reasonable, but I absolutely despise unfaithful men. If I ever catch you cheating after marriage…” I glanced around, spotted a baseball bat in the chapel, walked over, picked it up, and snapped it in half. “This will be your fate!” I declared. I stared directly into William’s eyes. Whether it was my imagination or not, I thought I saw him smile briefly before his expression returned to calm. Meanwhile, Janet’s face had turned deathly pale as she looked at William pitifully. “The bride is so beautiful,” Janet said. “William is so lucky. But isn’t it inappropriate for them to marry so hastily?” She put on a sad yet understanding expression. “Abigail, I support you,” Margaret said, stepping in front of me and looking at Janet with disdain. Since Margaret was backing me up, I could be even bolder. “Janet, thank you,” I said. “But this is our wedding, and it has nothing to do with you. If you care so much about William, then you should marry him yourself. Your behavior is completely out of line.” With that, I linked arms with Margaret, preparing to leave. I wanted to see whether William would go comfort his ex-girlfriend or choose to leave with me. If he really was that clueless, I’d divorce him on the spot.

Outside, the spaghetti dinner was in full swing. I sat in the bedroom eating the meal Margaret had prepared, taking in my surroundings. The Nelson family was clearly well-off. If it weren’t for Janet’s presence, William probably would have married long ago. Just as I was getting drowsy, William pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing his hesitant expression, I cut straight to the point: “I heard you have a former girlfriend you’re deeply in love with. I didn’t want Megan to suffer, so I came in her place.” “You’ve misunderstood my relationship with Janet. I do help her often, but there’s a reason for that. I don’t love her—don’t worry.” Under the dim lamplight, William explained earnestly. Honestly, I didn’t care whether he loved someone else. I had to get married eventually anyway. If William was a good man, that would be my good fortune. If he wasn’t, I could still make it on my own. But since he’d said as much, I decided to take him at his word for now. With that thought, I moved closer to William, rising on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear: “Mr. Nelson, would you like to develop a romantic relationship with me?” My fingers traced slowly down from his cheek, gently brushing over his Adam’s apple as I felt his breathing suddenly quicken. William froze, but his body temperature kept rising. I laughed softly and said, “Tonight is our wedding night. Don’t you plan to do something about it?” William stared at me with burning eyes. Suddenly, he swept me up and tossed me onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I won’t let this kind of thing happen again.” William’s voice was husky as he gazed at me with excitement. Unable to resist the atmosphere, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and gently kissed his Adam’s apple. I said, “I hope you can keep that promise…” In the flickering candlelight, I looked at William with some shyness. William truly lived up to his Marine background—his physical condition was impressive. William trembled as he carefully unbuttoned my clothes. As his breathing drew closer, I closed my eyes. The shrill ring of the telephone suddenly pierced the air, and William’s movements stopped. “It might be something from the company. Give me a moment, darling.” With that, he answered the persistently ringing phone. The old phone had poor sound isolation, and I could clearly hear Janet’s sobbing voice on the other end. She said, “William, I can’t breathe. Could you take me to the hospital? My parents aren’t home…” I frowned and sat up, buttoning my clothes while watching William’s conflicted expression. I said, “Tonight is our wedding night, and you’re going to abandon me to see another woman?”

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Sharon Foster met the charming pilot Tyler Moore at the airport during Christmas. They had just met when Tyler invited Sharon to take his private jet to a remote island. Something felt off to me, so I advised Sharon to think it over carefully. Seeing Sharon hesitate, Tyler turned and invited Sharon’s female colleague instead. Soon after, Sharon’s colleague posted wedding photos on social media, with Tyler as the groom. Sharon was jealous of her colleague and, when I wasn’t paying attention, plunged a knife into my chest, her face twisted with rage as she screamed: “If you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now!” When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day I went to pick up Sharon at the airport. Looking at the private jet not far away, Sharon shyly lowered her head and said, “I’ve never been on a private jet before. Do you think I should say yes?” ***** “Anne, do you think I should say yes to him?” Hearing Sharon’s familiar voice, I looked up in shock, frantically pressing my hand to my chest. There was no knife wound there. I had been reborn! In my previous life, I had died at Sharon’s hands. That day, I saw the wedding photos of Sharon’s colleague on social media and wanted to talk to Sharon about it, but she killed me instead. As I lay dying and tried to call for help, Sharon kicked my phone away, twisted the knife handle with hatred, and cursed at me: “Anne, if you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now. You ruined my entire life, you have to die!” I begged Sharon to take me to the hospital, but it only made her attack more viciously. That sharp fruit knife stabbed me ten times. Seeing me lost in thought, Sharon pushed me irritably and said, “Anne, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re jealous that someone’s hitting on me?” Feeling my beating heart, I tried to calm down and said casually, “If you want to go, then go.” Sharon was completely absorbed in the joy of being invited by Tyler and didn’t notice my cold tone. She excitedly grabbed my bag and rummaged through it: “Anne, when I come back from this trip, I’ll be Tyler’s wife! Where’s your powder compact and lipstick? Quick, give them to me!” All I wanted was to get far away from here. I reached out and snatched my bag back, saying, “I didn’t bring those. Since you’re going on a trip with him, I’ll head out first.” Seeing me turn to leave, Tyler quickly stepped in front of me and said, “You two are friends, right? Why don’t you come along?” Looking at Tyler’s sleazy demeanor, I recalled everything I had witnessed after my death in the previous life and couldn’t help but shudder. Back then, my spirit had wandered and drifted all the way to the island they had mentioned. The island not only had armed guards patrolling, but in secluded corners were multiple waist-high metal containers, each one containing a female victim who had been dismembered. Sharon’s colleague, whom she had been so jealous of, was among them. Her face was covered in blood and she had long since lost her life. I trembled slightly and was about to refuse when Sharon stepped in front of me and said, “Captain, no need to invite her. When I wanted to go with you earlier, she held me back and told me to think carefully. She’s too scheming. How can we properly enjoy the island scenery with her around?” Tyler looked me over with malicious eyes and nodded, “I actually think she’s right. Sharon, although I fell for you at first sight, it is rather presumptuous for us to travel alone together on our first meeting. We should bring your friend along.” Hearing Tyler’s words, my heart suddenly lurched. I hadn’t expected Sharon to directly tell Tyler that I had seen through his scheme. Tyler must now be worried that I would remember his face and help the police track him down. He wanted to take us both away and imprison us for torture! I felt scared but tried to stay calm as I backed away, saying, “I won’t go. I still have urgent matters to handle at the company. Hope you two have fun.” After saying this, I immediately tried to run, but Sharon suddenly grabbed my wrist. She glared at me angrily and said mockingly, “He already invited you. Stop acting all high and mighty. Hurry up and get on. You wouldn’t want to keep the captain waiting, would you, you nobody?” Looking at Sharon’s disdainful expression, I said angrily, “I told you I need to go back to work. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don’t drag me into it.” Seeing us at an impasse, Tyler casually put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You’re Anne, right? Sharon has invited you so warmly, it would be rude not to go.” I hadn’t expected this psychopath to actually threaten me. I looked around, wanting to call security, only to realize that in order to accompany Sharon to see the private jet, we had walked to a secluded area. Not only was there no security here, but there were also several menacing-looking thugs lurking around.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I forced a smile and leaned close to Sharon’s ear, whispering, “I’m going to buy you makeup. You’ll be staying overnight on the island, so you’ll definitely need cosmetics, right?” “What if Mr. Moore falls for another woman if you don’t wear makeup?” Sharon grabbed my hand and said, “You should have said so earlier! Go quickly then. I want Chanel lipstick and powder compact—don’t get the wrong shades.” I nodded with relief and turned to run. But Tyler spoke up: “So it’s about makeup. Sharon, I’m so wealthy and have my own private island—how could I possibly not provide you with cosmetics?” “Come on up. If the weather changes, it won’t be good for takeoff.” Sharon nodded repeatedly after hearing this: “Tyler, you’re so thoughtful. Anne, don’t go anymore. Let’s get on the plane quickly.” While we were talking, the thugs hiding around us had slowly closed in. I was so nervous I was about to cry. I thought to myself: “I just got reborn, and am I going to die at their hands again? I absolutely won’t let that happen!” Just as I was caught between a rock and a hard place, a taxi suddenly pulled up in the distance. I ran over desperately and said, “Sharon, my ride is here! You go on your trip—I need to get back to the office to work on a project proposal!” Seeing my panicked state, Sharon sneered, “You’re so useless. With such a great opportunity, all you can think about is work. No wonder you’ll be poor your whole life!” I didn’t want to argue at all and immediately jumped into the taxi, saying, “Drive! To Central Tower in Midtown Manhattan.” The taxi driver had originally wanted to stop and rest, but when a passenger suddenly got in, he didn’t ask many questions and just started the car toward Manhattan. In the rearview mirror, I saw several thugs chase out from their hiding spots, but seeing the car drive away, they could only stop reluctantly. Sharon put on a show of calling out to me a few times, then turned and followed Tyler onto the private jet. Watching the plane rise into the sky, my heartbeat finally returned to normal. I thought to myself: “Sharon, in my past life you blamed me for stopping you from enjoying the good life. This time, go ahead and experience it for yourself!”

As soon as I got back to the office, I slammed my bag down on the desk with a furious expression and complained loudly: “Sharon asked me to pick her up, but then she stood me up! When she gets back, she owes the whole company coffee!” Hearing my complaints, my colleagues gathered around asking what had happened. I angrily shouted: “I’m already swamped with work, but I still made time to pick up Sharon. Then she runs into some pilot and just ditches me to go on a private jet vacation with him! What a waste of my time. Not only did she go herself, but she wanted to drag me along too. She never even considered how busy I am, and when I refused, she had the nerve to call me someone who doesn’t know how to enjoy life. I’m so pissed!” Hearing such an outrageous story, my colleagues excitedly pressed for more details. Just then, Sharon’s boyfriend Kevin Smith pushed through the crowd with a dark expression and approached me, saying: “Anne, don’t you know Sharon has a boyfriend? How could you let her go traveling with some strange man?” Seeing Kevin’s angry demeanor, I actually felt secretly relieved. Kevin had a hot temper, and with Sharon’s instigation, he’d already harbored resentment toward me. If something really happened to Sharon, he might redirect his hatred onto me. That’s exactly why I chose to spill everything as soon as I got back to the office—so he’d know this was Sharon’s own choice. I put on a wronged expression and said: “Why is no one being reasonable here? Sharon got so excited when she saw the pilot and private jet that she couldn’t wait to leave. Picking her up isn’t my obligation. She’s the one who stood me up, yet you’re blaming me! From now on, handle your own problems—I’m done getting involved!” Seeing me cry pitifully, my colleagues started criticizing Kevin. Kevin stood in the crowd, clenching his fists and muttering to himself: “Sharon, how dare you do this to me. When you get back, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Finally relaxed, I slumped into my chair and said: “I’ve fallen behind on so much work, I’ll have to stay late today.” The day passed without further incident. As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sharon. Watching her name flash continuously on my phone screen, I quickly put it on silent and placed it far away. For the rest of my life, I never want to have anything to do with Sharon again! When I woke up the next day, I found my phone flooded with countless unread messages. Staring at those notifications, I silently gripped my phone. In my previous life, Maggie Dixon, the female colleague who went traveling with Tyler, didn’t have her incident until several days later. I didn’t know whether I should read these messages Sharon had sent me. Based on the timeline, she should still be safe now, probably asking me to help call the police. I finally opened the text messages. [Why aren’t you answering your phone? I should have just had you buy me cosmetics. The stuff here isn’t even name brand.] [Can you bring me some cosmetics? I’ll reimburse you for the travel expenses.] [Never mind, don’t bother. Tyler says he loves how I look without makeup.] [He’s going to propose to me! I’m so touched. I’ve finally found true love!] [We’re getting married the day after tomorrow. Tyler wants you to be my maid of honor. We’ll pick you up tomorrow. Dress up nicely, but don’t look too pretty. Remember to prepare a wedding gift!] Reading this message, I was horrified. Today? In my previous life, Maggie and Tyler had also held a wedding, but that crude ceremony was just a makeshift setup Tyler had thrown together for photos. His purpose was to make everyone think Maggie was happy after marriage, delaying the discovery of the crime. The wedding hadn’t invited anyone at all. But this time… I didn’t bother changing clothes and ran downstairs in my pajamas to catch a cab back to my family home on Long Island. “To Long Island, I’ll pay double the fare!” Halfway there, Sharon called me again. I gripped my phone, my heart racing. After the phone stopped vibrating, I texted my supervisor. [I’ve got the flu and feel terrible. I really need to take two days off.] As soon as I sent the text, I received a message from Sharon. [What’s wrong with you? Are you so jealous you’ve lost your mind? You won’t even answer my calls!] [We’re downstairs at your place. Come down right now. Remember to bring my gift!] [How come no one’s home? Did you go to work this early? Hurry up and take two days off to keep me company!] [Your coworkers all say you have the flu. Are you just trying to avoid giving me a gift? Anne, you have to prepare a wedding gift for me!] After that, she stopped texting, and I finally arrived home. Seeing me in my pajamas, my mom was startled and quickly pulled me inside. Before I could even sit down, I received a call from a coworker. After hesitating, I chose to answer. My colleague’s excited voice immediately came through. “Anne, you really missed out by not coming in today! Sharon and her new boyfriend got into a fight with Kevin downstairs at the office!”

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My best friend Bella Burns was hemorrhaging after childbirth, her life hanging by a thread. My husband Peter Green urged me to donate blood to save her. To save her, I didn’t hesitate to give blood, pulling her back from the brink of death. But this exposed the fact that I have an extremely rare Rh-negative blood type. Later, when her daughter developed a rare disease requiring a complete blood transfusion, she begged me desperately to donate blood. But I had just gotten pregnant and couldn’t donate blood at all. Peter persuaded me: “You just need to save a little girl. You don’t need to give much blood. Don’t be so heartless.” After I firmly refused, Bella knelt in front of me in public, crying her heart out. “Paige is only two years old. How can you bear to watch her die!” Bella even spread the word online that I was refusing to save a life, not even sparing a child. I was condemned by internet users, spurned by friends and colleagues. Even Peter found me cold-hearted and demanded a divorce. Meanwhile, Bella went viral online, not only receiving millions of dollars in donations but also having hospitals offer free treatment for her daughter. I rushed to Bella’s house to confront her, only to walk in on Peter and her passionately kissing. Bella laughed: “You can’t have children, so naturally he favors me more.” I had an emotional breakdown and grabbed scissors, ready to stab Bella. But Peter plunged a knife into my throat. I died from suffocation. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Bella knelt and begged me to donate blood to save someone. ***** “Lara Lewis, just donate blood for Paige. Paige just needs a complete blood transfusion, it’s no big deal.” I looked coldly at Bella, who was kneeling in front of me crying her eyes out, my nails digging into my palms until they drew blood. My voice was hoarse as I replied: “I can’t donate blood. Bella, you should find someone else.” Bella cried even more heartbreakingly. Anyone who saw her would think she was utterly pitiful. Peter also frowned, looking at me with disapproval. “How much blood could Paige possibly need? Don’t be so heartless.” Seeing the heartache in Peter’s eyes and his hand on Bella’s shoulder, the hatred in my heart deepened. In my previous life, Bella had hemorrhaged after childbirth, her life in danger. Peter looked anxious and urged me to donate blood to save her. He condemned me: “Bella is your best friend! Can you bear to watch her die?” Bella and I had been best friends for nearly twenty years, so naturally I couldn’t bear to watch her die. So I didn’t hesitate to donate blood, just to pull Bella back from the brink of death. But when Bella woke up, she didn’t thank me. Even after her daughter was diagnosed with a rare disease requiring a complete blood transfusion, she set her sights on me again. At that time, I had just learned I was pregnant, so naturally I firmly refused to donate blood. But Bella spread the word online that I was refusing to save a life, that I was heartless and cruel. I was condemned by internet users, chased and blocked by strangers, and nearly lost my child. My friends and colleagues also spurned me. They not only cut ties with me but also reported me to the company for misconduct, getting me fired. Even Peter found me cold-hearted and would rather give up all his assets than divorce me. Meanwhile, Bella won the sympathy of internet users. She not only received millions of dollars in donations but also had hospitals willing to provide free treatment. I rushed to Bella’s house, only to see her and Peter passionately kissing. Instantly furious, I rushed over to demand why they were doing this to me. Bella leaned into Peter’s arms, smiling smugly. “You can’t have children, so naturally he favors me more.” I had an emotional breakdown and grabbed the scissors from the table, lunging at Bella. But Peter plunged a knife into my throat. In the end, I died from suffocation. Thinking of this, I instinctively touched my abdomen. Bella’s shrill crying brought me back to reality. She crawled over to me crying, hugging my legs and refusing to let go. “Paige is only two years old. How can you refuse to save her? “She has a rare Rh-negative blood type. Only you can save her. How can you bear to watch her die?” Her crying immediately drew everyone else’s attention. Everyone urged me to donate blood. “How much blood could a small child need? As an adult, don’t be so petty.” “You won’t even save a two-year-old child? Are you even human!”

A smug look flashed in Bella’s eyes as she lifted her chin, waiting for me to give in. I shot back directly: “Why don’t you donate yourself? Blood donation isn’t something to take lightly!” Everyone immediately fell silent, afraid that saying one more word would get them forced into donating blood too. I turned around and looked at Bella with confusion: “You also have the rare Rh-negative blood type. Why aren’t you donating blood to Paige?” Bella panicked for a moment, stammering her rebuttal: “Lara, don’t talk nonsense. I’m not some rare blood type.” I covered my mouth, putting on a surprised expression: “Bella, what are you saying? When you had postpartum hemorrhaging, I was the one who donated blood to you!” Bella reacted quickly, immediately declaring with righteous indignation that doctors don’t allow direct family members to donate blood. She expressed her anguish: “If direct family members could donate blood, I’d risk my life to save Paige!” Peter stepped protectively in front of Bella, frowning as he scolded me loudly: “Stop hitting Bella where it hurts! If you really care about Paige, you should hurry up and donate blood!” The people around us chimed in, pressing me from all sides, all just to force me to donate blood to save Paige. I even heard someone in the crowd whispering that Peter was so good to Bella, and that they clearly looked like a loving couple. The smile on my face completely crumbled as my emotions broke down: “So you’re just going to keep protecting Bella? Don’t forget, I’m your wife!” A chorus of boos rose from the crowd of onlookers, and everyone’s gaze toward Peter and Bella changed. Panic flashed in Peter’s eyes before he composed himself. He declared righteously that he was a champion of justice and would never cover for me just because I was his wife. Bella also dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud, kowtowing to me over and over: “Lara, please save Paige this once. As long as you’re willing to save Paige, I’ll do anything for you!” The people around us couldn’t stand it anymore. Not only were there angry shouts, but someone even morally blackmailed me: “If you don’t save this child today and she dies, you’ll be a murderer!” Peter played the righteous hero, making the decision for me: “You’re going to donate blood to Paige right now. If you don’t donate, we’re getting divorced!” With that, he grabbed my hand and forcefully dragged me toward the blood draw station.

Behind me, Bella triumphantly thanked me loudly, saying Paige would remember my kindness for the rest of her life. I looked at Bella, who thought she had victory in the bag, and forcefully broke free from Peter’s grip. Following Bella’s example, I knelt in front of her, silently shedding tears. I cried loudly: “But I really can’t donate blood. I just found out I’m pregnant a couple days ago. I’ve been married for so many years, and it’s taken so long to finally have this child. Bella, you should understand, right?” As soon as I finished speaking, Bella immediately screamed: “Impossible! How could you possibly be pregnant?” Peter was also skeptical about my pregnancy. He insisted it was a misdiagnosis and told me not to believe it. Looking at the two panicked people in front of me, my heart sank slightly. Could it be that my years of infertility were their doing? I suppressed the panic in my heart and looked at Bella apologetically: “I really can’t donate blood. Bella, as a mother yourself, you should understand me.” Bella still wouldn’t give up, persistently denying the fact of my pregnancy. Even when I placed the pregnancy test results in front of her, she insisted I couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Peter also accused me with righteous indignation: “How could you make up being pregnant just to avoid donating blood to save someone?” Seeing how certain they both looked, I couldn’t help but laugh: “Who told you I can’t get pregnant? The doctors all said there’s nothing wrong with me.” Bella helplessly tapped my forehead with her finger, looking at me with mild reproach: “Lara, have you forgotten? The pre-marital medical report clearly stated you’re one hundred percent unable to conceive.” Peter turned his head away with an expression of reluctance to discuss it, obviously agreeing with Bella’s statement. Everyone mocked and ridiculed me, saying I was pretending to be pregnant just to avoid donating blood, no wonder I didn’t have children. Several emotionally agitated middle-aged women even pointed at me and cursed: “You don’t have children because you’ve done nothing but evil!” “You better do some good deeds, or you’ll go to hell when you die!” With the support of the onlookers, Bella and Peter became even more smug. The corners of my mouth turned up slightly as I suggested getting another pregnancy test at the hospital. Bella hesitated, but I immediately said: “Don’t tell me you don’t even trust the hospital you found for Paige? This isn’t some fake hospital, is it?” Hearing me question the hospital, the patients’ families immediately defended it, saying the hospital was nationally ranked and absolutely couldn’t make mistakes. I raised an eyebrow at the two standing together. After exchanging glances, they agreed to my suggestion. The test results came back quickly. Peter volunteered to get the report. He looked at the pregnancy test in his hands for a long while without saying anything. I was confident, believing my pregnancy was absolutely undeniable. But the next second, Peter held up the test results and accused me with heartbreak: “Honey, you’re clearly not pregnant. Why won’t you just admit it?” I instinctively protested. In my past life, I watched my belly grow day by day—how could I not have been pregnant? Bella’s mouth fell open as she stepped back several paces, muttering: “Do you hate seeing me have children so much? You even want to take away my only hope. You’re trying to drive me to death!” She burst into tears and collapsed to the ground. Peter rushed over to help her up, glaring at me viciously: “You were the one who demanded the test. The results are out, but you still won’t admit it. I never should have married such a vicious woman!” With that, Peter handed the pregnancy test to the onlookers. After everyone looked at it, they all concluded I was faking pregnancy. The last man to read it threw the test results at me with disgust: “It clearly says you’re not pregnant—this can’t be faked.” I picked up the fallen test results in disbelief. It indeed stated I wasn’t pregnant, and there was even a small line saying I had no reproductive capacity whatsoever. Looking at Peter’s heartbroken expression over the results, I felt a chill. What hospital pregnancy test would specify lack of reproductive capacity? I forced myself to stay calm and pointed to that small line, saying the test was fake. A scoff came from the crowd, and a doctor in a white coat emerged from the group. She pushed up her glasses and declared forcefully:

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The first thing I did after being reborn was sign up for a weight loss boot camp. In my previous life, my boyfriend Riley thought I was too fat and demanded I lose weight down to 100 pounds before he’d marry me. I desperately tried to lose weight, but instead of getting thinner, I actually gained more. Meanwhile, my best friend Kate Lawson, who never dieted, managed to drop from 130 pounds to 100 pounds in less than a month. Kate’s successful transformation quickly caught Riley’s attention. The two of them had an affair behind my back, and when I discovered it, they pushed me off the rooftop. Only after I died did I learn that Kate had been bound to a weight exchange system. No matter how hard I tried to lose weight, every pound I lost would transfer to her. And her excess weight would transfer to me in return. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Riley demanded I lose weight down to 100 pounds. With all my memories from my previous life restored, I smiled. Kate wanted to be thin, but would she still be happy if she weighed only 45 pounds? “I’ve always told you to watch your figure, but you never listen. Look at yourself in the mirror—you have absolutely no curves whatsoever! “You need to lose weight. If you can’t get down to 100 pounds, don’t even think about marrying me!” The impatient voice reached my ears, snapping me back to reality as I met Riley’s disgusted gaze. I instinctively touched my body, the phantom pain of broken bones still lingering. Seeing me standing there in a daze without responding, Kate, who was standing next to Riley, chimed in. “Rose West, you’ll never get married if you don’t lose weight! “Listen to Riley and lose the weight properly. Otherwise, if the engagement gets called off, I won’t be able to help you.” I turned to look at Kate, seeing her expression of schadenfreude mixed with anticipation, and I was certain I had truly been reborn. I was back to the day Riley demanded I lose weight down to 100 pounds. In my previous life, Riley and I had gone to try on wedding dresses just one month before our wedding. While watching scantily clad, sexy women on his phone’s live stream, he criticized and mocked my figure. “Other people look more beautiful in wedding dresses, but you just look uglier. Such a beautiful dress is completely wasted on you! “You need to lose weight immediately. At the wedding in a month, if you haven’t lost down to 100 pounds, I’ll find a new bride!” My weight at the time was 120 pounds. I wasn’t really fat, just looked a bit stocky. To be able to wear my wedding dress beautifully and marry Riley, I desperately tried to lose weight. I ate only vegetables for all three meals, exercised and ran every day, and tried every weight loss method I could think of. But not only did my weight not decrease, I actually ballooned up to 165 pounds. In contrast, Kate, who never dieted, dropped from 130 pounds to 100 pounds in less than a month. Kate’s great figure quickly caught Riley’s eye. The two of them had an affair behind my back. When I discovered them, they shamelessly called me a fat pig who deserved to be unwanted, and then pushed me off the rooftop. My wedding was given to a new bride. Only after I died did I learn that Kate had been bound to a weight exchange system. No matter how hard I tried to lose weight, every pound I lost would transfer to her. And her excess weight would transfer to me in return. Kate, who successfully lost down to 100 pounds in a month, stole all the good fortune from my life. She not only got my man but also took over my job at the state-owned enterprise. She even won big in the lottery later on.

Recalling everything from my past life, I wanted nothing more than to tear these two people apart limb by limb. But I held back. Now wasn’t the time to drop the mask. I smiled as I responded to Riley’s weight loss demand. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely lose the weight!” Riley asked doubtfully, “Really?” I nodded. “Really!” Seeing how obedient and eager I was, Riley said gently, “Rose, you’re such a good girl. I can’t wait to see you at 100 pounds. You’ll be my most beautiful bride!” As Riley spoke, he leaned in to kiss me. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I felt a hostile gaze. I glanced sideways and caught the jealousy in Kate’s eyes, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Naturally, Kate couldn’t stand seeing Riley and me being intimate. She quickly masked her jealousy and rushed forward to separate us. Then she pressed close to Riley’s arm, batting her eyes as she pouted, “Riley, stop showing off your love in front of me, a single person. If you keep being all lovey-dovey with my Rose, I’m going to get jealous of you.” Unfortunately, Riley had zero interest in Kate, who weighed 130 pounds and stood only 5 feet tall. He directly dodged her advance. Kate was displeased, but she didn’t blame Riley. Instead, she turned her anger toward me. She pretended to joke, “Rose is such a foodie. Can you really succeed at losing weight? Rose, it would be so embarrassing if you got even fatter!” Upon hearing this, Riley also cast a doubtful look my way. Both of them stared at me with their own hidden agendas. Under their intense scrutiny, I smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disappoint you! I promise to lose weight to exactly what you want!” After saying this, right in front of Riley and Kate, I pulled out my phone and signed up for a weight loss training program. Now both their eyes lit up, absolutely thrilled. Riley excitedly held up his phone and started making demands. “Rose, lose weight according to this influencer’s figure. You must have S-curves just like her. My happiness depends on you!” Kate also crowded in, chattering nonstop. “Rose, you need to stay steady at 100 pounds. 100 pounds is the perfect weight—not even one pound more!” Both of them were smugly satisfied. Looking at their greedy, ugly faces, I sneered inwardly. Riley couldn’t get the sexy female influencer online, so he set his sights on me, trying to remake me. Kate, in order to steal everything from me, was using me as a stepping stone. Having grown up in an orphanage, I had once wholeheartedly considered these two the only family I had in this lifetime. Riley was my boyfriend of three years, Kate was my best friend. In the end, they conspired together to scheme against me, betray me, and even caused my death. This time, I’m going to make both of them pay the price!

The night I signed up, Riley and Kate immediately packed my bags and shipped me off to the weight loss boot camp, claiming they wanted me to complete my mission early. I trained hard every day at the camp, while Riley was out bar-hopping. He’d brag to me about the waitresses’ figures, saying it was to motivate my weight loss. Riley’s disgusting behavior was absolutely revolting. I have no idea how I was blind enough to fall for him before. Thankfully, I knew his true nature from my past life, so I wasn’t fooled by him this time around. Kate, meanwhile, was posting photos of herself eating all kinds of delicious food on social media, deliberately making sure I could see every single one. When people kindly advised her not to overeat and hurt her stomach, she didn’t care at all. Instead, she replied to those concerned people saying she was doing “alternative” weight loss. Others didn’t know the truth, but I knew perfectly well that her alternative weight loss method was stealing my workout results. I didn’t have time to worry about her antics—I just focused on exercising properly every day. A week later, Riley and Kate came to check on my weight loss progress. The moment Riley saw me, his face darkened. He immediately lashed out at me: “Rose, I sent you here to lose weight. How did you get fatter? Can’t you be useful for once? Stop acting like a pig that only knows how to eat!” Seeing me get scolded, Kate laughed with pure delight. She looked me up and down, reached out to pinch the fat around my waist, then started mocking me: “Rose, you’re absolutely useless! You’re turning into a fat pig, but I’ve actually lost weight. I’ve been eating so much these past few days, yet I somehow lost 10 pounds. How annoying!” I looked up at her, and Kate had indeed visibly slimmed down. Since she was on the shorter side, losing ten pounds made her collarbones more defined and her neck appear much longer. I pretended to be upset as I said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. I actually gained 10 pounds. I feel terrible!” My defeat made Kate absolutely ecstatic, and she smugly continued her taunts: “Maybe it’s just fate! I’m God’s favorite child. Don’t you agree, Riley?” “Absolutely. Kate, you’ve definitely lost a lot of weight recently.” Riley had been staring at Kate the whole time. Only after my comment did he look away. After flattering Kate, he glanced at me again, frowning with displeasure as he accused me: “Rose, look at Kate. You’re such a disappointment! Haven’t you been trying to lose weight?” I shook my head. He continued pressuring me: “I’m warning you. You better lose weight properly. Otherwise, I’ll definitely punish you!” Kate chimed in to lecture me too: “Rose, you should just stop eating altogether. You’re not as lucky as I am, so you need to exercise honestly!” The two of them finished berating me before leaving. During dinner, Kate sent me photos of her and Riley eating together. Kate: [To celebrate my weight loss, Riley specially took me out for steak. But I don’t want to lose weight at all.] Kate: [Rose, you’re living such a happy life. You’re gaining weight every day. You’re almost a fat pig now.] Kate: [Rose, you need to work harder at losing weight. Otherwise, what if I, as your bridesmaid, steal your spotlight at the wedding?] ***** I stared at the barrage of texts Kate was sending to my phone, then took another bite of my chicken leg. After a while, I finally replied. Rose: [Don’t worry. You’re my good friend. Having you as my bridesmaid is the best gift I could ask for. Even if you steal the spotlight, I won’t blame you.] Of course I wouldn’t blame her. I should congratulate her instead! When the time comes, she’ll get to thoroughly enjoy the spotlight I personally hand over to her! A few days later, I received a video on my phone. In the video, two people were making out in my room. Kate was wearing Riley’s favorite outfit, straddling his waist and teasing him. Kate’s eyes sparkled as she spoke in a sultry voice: “Riley, my collarbone—don’t you want to take a bite?” Kate in the video was thin, exactly Riley’s type. Riley obliged, biting down on her collarbone as she laughed with satisfaction. “Riley, what if Rose fails to lose weight?” Riley kissed her neck, answering absentmindedly: “I’ve already given her a chance. If she can’t lose the weight, I’ll find a new bride!” “So who would be the best replacement?” Riley naturally caught the hint in Kate’s words. He chuckled softly, pinning her beneath him: “If Rose fails, then I’ll marry you, kitten!” The two began having wild sex. Watching them make out in my room, I felt no anger whatsoever. Instead, I calmly ate the fried chicken in my hands. I’d let them enjoy their moment of triumph for now, because soon they wouldn’t have the chance to be so smug. A month later, the wedding proceeded as scheduled. I appeared at the venue wearing the same wedding dress I had tried on before. When Riley saw me, the anticipation in his eyes instantly dimmed. He strode forward, looking me up and down from head to toe. His eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he’d seen a ghost. “Rose, how have you not lost any weight at all? Did you even take what I said seriously?” At that moment, I looked exactly the same as before he’d demanded I lose weight. Riley’s parents, who had traveled from the countryside, also shook their heads. “Didn’t you say Rose had a great figure? She looks way too fat!” “Yeah, she’s as fat as the pigs we raise back in our village. How embarrassing!” This was my first time meeting Riley’s parents. Before the wedding, Riley had often told me his parents were simple, hardworking people. That’s why I hadn’t asked for any wedding gifts. Turns out, his parents were typical social climbers. I suddenly felt grateful that I hadn’t married him. At this point, I was too lazy to keep up the act. I rolled my eyes at this family and shrugged: “What can I do about it?” Seeing my attitude, Riley became even more furious. He glared at me viciously: “Rose, you’re absolutely useless! Since that’s how it is, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” Then he grabbed the officiant’s microphone and announced to all the guests: “I declare that I will not marry Rose, this fat pig. I’m changing brides!” The crowd below erupted in chaos. People began whispering among themselves, many pointing and commenting on my figure. I remained expressionless, as if I were a bystander: “Whatever. Just don’t regret it!” Riley spat in my direction. “I’d only regret marrying a fat pig like you!” Then he continued: “I’m going to marry the maid of honor, Kate Lawson!” After he spoke, everyone began looking around for Kate. But after waiting a long time, no one stepped forward. “Where’s the maid of honor? Where did she go?” “I heard that maid of honor was the bride’s best friend. What a sin to encounter someone who steals her friend’s husband!” “That maid of honor must be really pretty, otherwise the groom wouldn’t change brides on the spot!” Riley panicked too. He held the microphone and shouted Kate’s name loudly. “Kate, where are you? Come out!” Amid everyone’s calls, the doors to the wedding venue were pushed open. When people saw who entered, they were completely shocked and screamed in terror!

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After my son Carson Howard’s wife Harley Howard became pregnant with their third child, I, Scarlett Howard, decided to work as a nanny to help support the family financially. However, when Carson learned about the employer’s information, his face instantly changed, and he absolutely refused to let me take the job. I patiently explained that this employer was very generous, offering three times the market rate, but Carson remained firmly opposed. To prevent me from leaving the house, he cruelly broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I wanted Harley to help persuade him, but Carson must have said something to her because she glared at me angrily: “At your age, you still want to run around outside. How shameless!” I couldn’t understand why they were treating me this way when everything I was doing was for this family. Later, because I couldn’t get timely medical treatment, my legs began to rot. I finally found a chance to contact my husband Kevin Howard, hoping he could rescue me. When Kevin, who had been married to me for fifty years, saw me, he only praised Carson: “You did the right thing! That’s exactly how you should handle restless people like her—lock them up at home.” They locked me in the pigpen at home, and I died shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I decided to become a nanny. ***** “Mom, did you find a job? Harley and I really can’t afford to raise so many children. This is your grandchild too—you need to do your part!” The familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw Carson supporting Harley, both holding a medical report. Though this should have been joyful news, I felt only coldness in my heart. I didn’t have time to congratulate them. Instead, I immediately grabbed my phone to check the time, finally confirming that I had been reborn. In my previous life, after Harley became pregnant, I came to the city to help her take care of my granddaughter Claire Howard. The second year, she got pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter. I told her that boys and girls were the same, that two children were enough, and I couldn’t handle caring for more. However, by the fourth year, she was pregnant again. To ease the family’s financial burden, Carson suggested I work as a nanny for others. Nannies earned good money these days and could help supplement the household income. I followed his suggestion and quickly found a job. After the interview, the employer was very satisfied with my performance, and I could officially start work in a few days. I shared this good news with Carson. When he heard I could earn twelve thousand dollars a month as a nanny, he seemed very happy. But when he saw the employer’s information, his expression suddenly darkened. He said: “You’re not going! Quit this job immediately. You absolutely cannot work for that family!” I didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly. Thinking he felt the salary was too low, I quickly explained: “The employer said this twelve thousand dollars is just the probationary salary. If I do well, they’ll give me raises later. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work hard.” Hearing this, Carson became even more furious and turned to shout at me: “I said you’re not going, so you’re not going!” Seeing his attitude, I felt somewhat displeased. This was a good job paying twelve thousand dollars a month—what a shame to give it up. I said: “Why can’t I take such a good job? If I don’t go, how will you afford to raise three children?” I mentioned the three children, hoping to make him understand the logic. However, he kicked me in the chest: “Why do you insist on going to that particular family?” I was knocked to the ground, clutching my chest and gasping for air, my heart filled with shock. I asked with difficulty: “Do you know them? Why can’t I go?” Carson snorted coldly: “I said no, so it’s no! From now on, you’ll stay home and take care of the children, or I’ll beat you to death!” Our argument drew Harley over. She quickly helped me up from the floor and asked: “What happened? How could you lay hands on your mother?” Carson leaned close to Harley and whispered something in her ear. Harley’s expression instantly changed: “You shameless woman, still restless at your age! You’re not going! You’ll stay home and take care of the children!” I kept asking for reasons, but Carson and Harley only grew more furious. Finally, Carson actually rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a rolling pin, and brutally broke both my legs. He said viciously: “Now let’s see how you escape!” I was confined at home, unable to move a single step due to the excruciating pain in my legs. Carson only gave me one cup of water daily to keep me alive, just enough to prevent me from dying of thirst. One day, when Carson wasn’t home, I used Claire’s phone watch to contact Kevin, telling him to hurry to the city to rescue me. When he arrived and saw my rotting legs, he angrily scolded Carson: “Your mother working as a nanny was for your own good. Why did you beat her? She’s your mother! How can your heart be so cruel?” Carson looked at me with a dark expression and handed the employer’s information to Kevin. But when Kevin glanced at it, he too froze in place.

The next second, he slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch, you’re not going!” “You restless piece of trash, I should beat you to death!” Watching their reactions, my heart sank into complete despair. Yet I still couldn’t give up and pressed on: “Why? Why can’t I go?” Kevin didn’t answer. He just turned to Carson and said, “We can’t let her go. Lock her up and keep her locked up until she dies!” Carson scratched his head anxiously. As if something occurred to him, he said, “Let’s take her back to the village and lock her up so she can never get out!” Kevin agreed with this decision, so they brought me back to the village and locked me in a pigsty, where I lived and ate with the pigs. Since my leg wound went untreated, it rapidly worsened, and I eventually died in that pigsty. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why they all wanted me dead after hearing I was going to work as a nanny. Fortunately, God gave me a chance to be reborn, allowing me the opportunity to figure all this out. At this moment, I stared at Carson’s seemingly kind smile, steadied myself, and said, “Not yet. The employer thought I was too old.” In my previous life, after being hired by the employer, I had excitedly told them the news. This time, I chose to keep it secret, which should prevent any problems. Carson said, “Didn’t the agency say that experienced people like you are the most popular?” There was already a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You’re not trying to avoid going and deliberately saying you can’t find work, are you?” I laughed awkwardly and explained, “Carson, how can you say that about me? I still need to earn money to help support the family. I’ll call the agency in a bit to help me find a suitable job.” Carson nodded. “Harley is pregnant now, and everything costs money. If you really can’t find work, you can go wash dishes. Every little bit helps.” I agreed and quickly ducked into the kitchen to start cooking. To avoid being discovered, I even tucked my phone into my pocket, worried that Carson might check it and realize I had already found a job. But it was precisely this action that made him even more suspicious. While I was cooking in the kitchen, I heard Carson making a phone call outside. He said, “Hello, is this the agency? I wanted to ask if you’ve found work for my mom yet?” Despite the range hood roaring in my ears, I instantly caught his voice. I immediately became nervous and rushed out of the kitchen. Carson said, “Oh, you already found something. Okay, I got it.” The moment he hung up, Carson’s expression suddenly turned dark. Realizing things were going badly, I immediately tried to run outside. However, with my aging body, there was no way I could match him. Carson grabbed my hair with one hand and raised the other high, slapping me hard across the face. He cursed, “Bitch, I knew you weren’t being honest! Of all the things you could do, you had to go work as someone’s servant! Are you that desperate to be degraded?” The scene from my previous life was playing out again, but I still didn’t understand why he was dissatisfied when I found work, even though he was the one who told me to look for a job in the first place. Having learned from my previous life, I knew that if I insisted on asking for reasons now, I would only face an even more brutal outcome. The most important thing right now was to get Carson to calm down first.

I collapsed to the floor, trembling all over, my eyes filled with terror. Clasping my hands together, I pleaded with Carson: “Carson, everything I did was for you and your family! That boss pays well, and all the money I earned went to you. If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’ll go wherever you want me to.” However, upon hearing these words, Carson’s expression didn’t soften at all—instead, it grew even darker. He cursed angrily: “You still dare to say that! Playing the victim won’t work on me. Don’t think you can escape this way!” Seeing his growing rage, I knew deep down that nothing I said would help now. My only thought was to get out of there—fast! I struggled to my feet against the wall and desperately rushed toward the door, trying to escape to somewhere with people around. The moment I opened the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs: “Help! My son is trying to kill me! Help!” Carson immediately lunged forward, covering my mouth with his hand and forcefully dragging me back inside by my collar: “Shut up!” Fortunately, the neighbors heard my cries for help and came out to see what was happening. When they saw me being roughly dragged around, they immediately stepped in to stop him. “Stop it! She’s your mother! How can you lay a hand on her?” “Let her go right now—I’ve already called the police! They’ll be here any minute.” “You animal! Your mother came to the city to help you take care of your child, and instead of being grateful, you dare to hit her!” More and more neighbors gathered at the scene, some even pulling out their phones to record Carson’s face. For a moment, he seemed hesitant to hit me. But he quickly came up with a strategy, sighing and saying: “Everyone, you’ve really misunderstood. My mother has mental health issues. She was just screaming and yelling at home, and I was afraid she’d disturb your rest, so I was trying to calm her down.” “That’s not true! He’s lying! I was cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly barged in and tried to kill me!” I quickly protested. The neighbors began to hesitate, looking back and forth between Carson and me, unsure whom to believe. Carson said: “If you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife—she knows about my mother’s mental illness too.” Carson called into the house, and Harley came out. He whispered something in her ear, and Harley immediately said loudly to me: “Mom, did you forget to take your medication again? Look how you’re affecting all the neighbors when you have an episode.” At that moment, Carson and Harley wore appropriate smiles on their faces, while I looked terrified and incoherent like a madwoman. Gradually, most of the neighbors chose to believe them rather than me. Just when I was about to despair, the police arrived. I immediately turned to the officers for help, while Carson calmly walked forward: “I’m sorry, officers. My mother does have mental health issues. We apologize for the trouble.” “I don’t have mental health issues! He attacked me first! Look at the injuries on my face—this animal nearly beat me to death. You have to save me, officers!” I quickly pointed to my swollen cheek to show the police. The officer looked sternly at Carson: “Even if she has mental health issues, you can’t hit her, especially not like this!” Carson sighed with feigned helplessness: “You’re absolutely right—I was wrong to do that. But when she has an episode, she attacks people, and I panicked in the moment and accidentally hit her. If you don’t believe me, I can call my father—he knows her condition best.” Before long, Kevin rushed over. When he saw the injuries on my face, he pulled me into his arms with heartache. He glared angrily at Carson: “You bastard! She’s your mother—can’t you talk things through instead of this?” Carson stepped forward and said to Kevin: “She insists on working as a servant for others to make money. Look at what she’s doing.” He pulled up the employer’s information on his phone—details the agency had just sent him. After Kevin carefully reviewed the information, he suddenly stood up. I immediately lost my support and fell to the ground again. Kevin cursed: “You bitch! All you ever think about is those foreigners! You still dare to run off—believe me, I’ll beat you to death!” Kevin’s earlier tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by pure rage, as if I had truly committed an unforgivable crime. In that moment, my last shred of hope was shattered. My heart filled with despair, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I said: “I’m getting old. Going out to work and earn money is just to help you both! What exactly did I do wrong?” Kevin kicked me hard in the stomach: “You think that’s about making money? You know damn well what you’re really after.” Just as he was about to hit me again, the police quickly stepped forward to stop him: “No violence!” But Kevin flashed a smile at the officers: “Officer, this is a family matter. It’s none of your business, right?” He wasn’t wrong. Although I was injured, it wasn’t severe enough for the police to intervene. But once they left, only death awaited me. So I desperately grabbed the officer’s sleeve and pleaded: “Save me! They’ll beat me to death! I don’t want to die—please, save me!” I knelt humbly on the ground, tears streaming down my face. Carson and Kevin tried to pry my hands away and drag me back inside, but I clung tightly to the officer’s sleeve as if it were my only lifeline. Seeing that force wasn’t working, Carson immediately changed tactics and let go. He said: “Fine, Mom. I was only worried about you getting exhausted working outside, that’s why I tried to stop you. Since you want to go, then go ahead.” However, the cold gleam in his eyes sent chills down my spine. I immediately shook my head, saying frantically: “I won’t go anymore. I won’t work—I want to go home.” Carson turned to the police and shrugged helplessly: “You see, Officer? I told you she has mental problems, but you didn’t believe me. One minute she wants to work, the next she wants to go home. Who knows what she’s thinking?” Kevin took the opportunity to pull me toward the house, apologizing to the police: “Sorry for the trouble, Officers. You can go now. I’ll make sure to keep her under control so she doesn’t have another episode.” The police found their explanation reasonable and tried to get me to let go. But I refused to release my grip no matter what. This only convinced them further that I had mental issues, so they had no choice but to remove their jacket to break free. Then Carson and Kevin forcibly dragged me into the house. As the door was about to close, I struggled violently. Just then, Carson moved too abruptly and dropped his phone. When I caught a glimpse of the employer’s photo on the screen, I suddenly understood everything.

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I, Isabel Jensen, did one thing immediately after my rebirth: behind my wealthy husband Peter Geller’s back, I kept six handsome male models and seduced them into bed. This was because in my previous life, Peter was diagnosed with oligospermia. To ensure the family fortune had an heir, he married me—someone with a naturally fertile constitution—to bear his children. I tried every method to get pregnant as quickly as possible, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, my best friend Valerie Crawford, who had been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets within two Christmases. When Peter heard that Valerie had given birth to many children, he was immediately attracted to her. They had an affair behind my back and even hired someone to kill me in a car crash when I discovered the truth. Only after my death did I realize that Valerie had bound herself to something called a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would automatically transfer to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution quietly transferred to me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my oligospermic husband brought me home as his bride. Thinking of everything from my past life, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Valerie, don’t you want lots of children? Then let me give you a proper taste of the joy of pregnancy!” ***** “With your background, marrying into the Geller family is already reaching above your station. I hope you remember your duty and bear me a son who can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.” “Let’s have a trial marriage for two Christmases first. If you can successfully conceive within two Christmases, then I’ll officially register our marriage.” A cold, ruthless voice echoed in my ears. I snapped back to reality and saw Peter looking down at me condescendingly. One second, I had been trapped in a burning car, unable to escape. The next second, I was reborn! Back to the day Peter brought me home as his bride. Seeing me standing there speechless, Valerie, dressed in her bridesmaid gown, quickly spoke up: “Isabel, with your poor background, marrying into the Geller family is a rare opportunity! Why are you still hesitating? “Are you worried you won’t be able to conceive and will be kicked out during the trial period?” Hearing Valerie’s mocking words, I looked up at her. The schadenfreude and cunning in her eyes were unmistakable. How ridiculous that in my previous life, I had been so immersed in the joy of marrying Peter and being able to raise money for my grandmother Camilla Jensen’s surgery that I never suspected her. The women in my family had a hereditary fertile constitution. Starting from my great-great-grandmother, the women in our family typically had multiple births—twins and triplets were very common. By my mother’s generation, she had given birth to seven children: six sons and only one daughter—me. It was precisely because of my family’s reputation for fertility that Peter, having just been diagnosed with oligospermia, began pursuing me frantically. I was moved at the time, and with Camilla urgently needing a large sum of money to save her life, I readily agreed to his proposal. However, at the wedding, Peter suddenly changed his tune and proposed a two-Christmas trial marriage first. To save Camilla, I could only accept this humiliating condition. During those two Christmases, I desperately tried to conceive. I took countless ovulation shots and consumed bottle after bottle of folic acid and other medications. But two Christmases quickly passed, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Peter decided I had deceived him and began physically abusing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, who had originally been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets in succession. Valerie’s pregnancies quickly caught Peter’s attention, and the two began having an affair behind my back, even conceiving an illegitimate child. After I discovered them, Peter immediately threw me out and cut off the monthly money that was keeping Camilla alive. I desperately tried to salvage the situation, begging him to lend me some money to save Camilla for the sake of my two Christmases of dedication. But Valerie, fearing Peter might soften toward me, ruthlessly hired someone to kill me in a car crash. Only after my death did I learn that Valerie had bound herself to a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would be transferred to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution transferred to me. In the end, Valerie, having successfully conceived children, took my place in marrying into the Geller family and used her power to suppress my entire family. She even brought my corpse from the car accident to the hospital to traumatize Camilla, causing her to die of a heart attack with her eyes wide open in anguish. My six brothers and parents also died one after another while seeking justice for me. Thinking of everything from my previous life, rage burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear Valerie apart. But I knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation with her. I smiled slightly and immediately agreed to Peter’s trial marriage proposal: “No problem, honey. I’ll definitely give the Geller family the most excellent heir within two Christmases.”

Peter asked skeptically, “You really agreed to this?” I nodded gently, my voice firm: “Don’t worry, honey. I’m confident about this.” Seeing how understanding I was and how confident I felt about getting pregnant, Peter’s tone gradually softened: “Isabel, don’t worry. As long as you can give me a son within two Christmases, I’ll register our marriage immediately.” With that, he generously slipped a large diamond ring onto my finger. As the officiant urged us on, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Meanwhile, Valerie, serving as my maid of honor, showed no sign of blessing me on her face—only jealousy that bordered on madness. I glanced sideways at Valerie in the corner, grinding her teeth in rage, and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, Valerie could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She rushed forward in a few steps, laughingly separating Peter and me. She deliberately pressed her full chest against Peter, practically throwing herself into his arms. She cooed playfully, “Oh my, Mr. Geller, why are you in such a hurry? You can’t just kiss our bride like that!” Valerie was shamelessly using her beauty to seduce him. Unfortunately for her, Peter came from wealth and had seen plenty of women. He had zero interest in Valerie. Plus, knowing she was infertile from multiple abortions, Peter looked down on her completely. Peter forcefully pushed Valerie out of his arms, and a flash of hurt crossed her eyes. But she didn’t blame Peter—instead, she directed all her hatred toward me. She asked with feigned curiosity, “Isabel, is your family’s fertility really that miraculous? You’re not exaggerating, are you? If you can’t have children, you’ll be kicked out of the house.” Upon hearing this, Peter’s eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked at me. Valerie stared straight at me, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I remained completely calm, simply nodding firmly once more: “My family’s fertility has been passed down for five generations without a single failure. Don’t worry—I absolutely won’t disappoint you. I’ll definitely give you a son as soon as possible!” With that, I brazenly pulled out the ovulation injections and fertility drugs I’d prepared from my bag, right in front of both of them. This scene made Valerie’s eyes light up instantly. Peter was even more eager, grabbing my hand and saying urgently, “Isabel, let’s skip the rest of the wedding ceremony. Let’s go to bed right now—you’ll definitely get pregnant immediately!” Valerie also grabbed my hand with a fake smile, pushing me toward the bedroom: “Isabel, hurry up and go to bed with Mr. Geller. I hope you get pregnant soon too!” Watching them both so eager to use me, I laughed coldly inside. In my previous life, Peter had schemed and pursued me, married me, all just to use me as a breeding machine. Even though he knew that too many ovulation shots would seriously damage my body, he still forced me to inject them daily, ignoring my agonizing pain and even causing permanent damage to my ovaries. And Valerie—not only did she steal everything from me through the system, but she also caused my entire family’s tragic death. These two demons, after working together to drain every ounce of value from me, even forced me to die. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must make them pay the price they deserve!

On our wedding night, Valerie didn’t hesitate to inject me with an excessive dose of ovulation stimulants. Peter completely ignored the severe abdominal pain I suffered from the drug overdose and forced himself on me over ten times. Both of them eagerly anticipated my pregnancy and even bought a large quantity of fertility drugs, insisting I take good care of my body. In my previous life, I had no idea Peter suffered from oligospermia and thought he genuinely wanted children. Even though those medicines tasted bitter and awful, I silently endured drinking them. But this time, I poured all the medications directly into flower pots and used my phone to book six virile male models. In my past life, I spent every day at home diligently taking injections and medications to prepare for pregnancy, while Peter never stopped sleeping with other women. He’d spend his days juggling various women and only return home at night to go through the motions with me. However, fortunately, he wasn’t stingy with money and never set limits on my spending. But aside from that, he showed almost no concern for me. Therefore, in this life, my affairs with the six male models went completely unnoticed by him. During the day, I indulged myself with the energetic male models. At night, I would casually brush Peter off. Meanwhile, I deliberately sent messages to provoke Valerie, hinting that I might already be pregnant. Sure enough, after I revealed this news to Valerie, she hastily married a seventy-year-old wealthy old man the very next day. Some well-meaning people advised her not to gamble with her happiness, but she didn’t care at all and even declared she would definitely bear this old man a son. Everyone mocked her for being crazy. But I understood that if she didn’t hurry up and get married, once I became pregnant, the child would immediately transfer to her belly. After all, if she remained unmarried, there would be no way to explain who the father was. Initially, she had wanted to seduce Peter into bed, but with beautiful women surrounding him, Peter had no interest in her. She had to find another way out and settled for a wealthy old man who was already sterile. I couldn’t be bothered with her scheming. Every day, aside from visiting Camilla, I spent my time enjoying myself with my kept male models. Four months later, Peter brought a doctor to examine my body, and Valerie also came to join the spectacle. When the doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant at all, Peter’s face immediately darkened. He immediately erupted in anger: “I gave you so many ovulation shots, how are you still not pregnant? I married you and spent money on you just to have a child!” Seeing me being scolded, Valerie was extremely pleased. She glanced at me mockingly, lovingly stroking her own belly, and said with contempt: “Isabel, everyone in your family has such fertile genes, how are you the exception? My husband is already 70 years old, and I still managed to get pregnant successfully. But you? After trying so hard for so long, you’re still not pregnant.” I looked up and saw that although she had only been married to that old man for four months, her belly looked like she was already eight months pregnant. I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and pretended to be upset: “I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s all my fault!” Seeing me so defeated, Valerie became even more smug and continued to mock me: “Pregnancy is also about luck. Maybe you just have bad luck, unlike me—I get pregnant easily. Mr. Geller, don’t be discouraged. You and Isabel will definitely succeed next time!” Looking at Valerie’s prominently protruding belly, Peter appeared quite depressed. Unwilling to admit that he couldn’t even compare to a 70-year-old man, he shifted all the blame onto me: “Isabel, you’ve taken so many medications, why can’t you even compare to Valerie? Tell me! Have you been neglecting to take your medicine properly during this time?” I quickly shook my head in denial. He then warned: “Isabel, I’m warning you—if you’re still not pregnant within our two-year trial marriage period, I won’t marry you when the time comes.” Valerie hurriedly handed me a stack of ovulation injections. She said, “Isabel, make sure you take your shots and medication properly. You’ll definitely get pregnant. Don’t slack off just because you’re afraid of pain or discomfort!” After giving me countless reminders, they finally left. Over the following period, I occasionally received provocative text messages from Valerie. [Mr. Geller is so generous! He even bought me lots of fruit, feeling sorry for how hard pregnancy is on me!] [Oh my, Mr. Geller has been coming by so frequently lately, constantly asking me about how to get pregnant.] [But I told him that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Isabel, you better work harder!] Looking at Valerie’s boastful messages, I let out a cold laugh and reached over to caress the male model’s muscular chest. After enjoying his services, I leisurely replied: [Then I really need to learn from you and give Peter a dozen children as soon as possible!] I gently stroked my flat stomach, waiting to watch Valerie’s downfall. Six months later, Valerie successfully gave birth to sextuplets for that seventy-year-old man. However, due to eating too much fruit during pregnancy, the fetuses were abnormally large, and the delivery nearly killed her. I thought Valerie would quiet down for a while after this. But less than a month after she gave birth, I received a surveillance video. In the video, Valerie wore revealing lingerie, lifted Peter’s chin with her finger, and spoke in a seductive voice: “Mr. Geller, I have a fertile constitution. Would you like to try?” Although Peter had been with countless women, a woman who had just given birth was still a novelty for him. He smiled as he undressed and immediately embraced Valerie, beginning their sexual encounter. He buried his head in Valerie’s full breasts, sucking frantically. While moving rhythmically, Valerie didn’t forget to moan and ask: “Mr. Geller, what if I get pregnant before Isabel does?” Peter, his eyes filled with lust, laughed and replied: “Whoever gets pregnant first, I’ll marry.” Valerie continued asking: “But what if I really do get pregnant first?” Peter chuckled softly, pinched Valerie’s nose, and promised: “Then of course I’ll marry you and bring you home!” The two rolled together again, lost in passion. Watching the surveillance footage of their affair, I felt completely unmoved and casually wrapped my arm around the male model’s neck. Since they were working so hard, I had to make sure they got exactly what they wanted. The agreed-upon two-year trial period quickly passed, and I confidently arrived at City Hall, notifying Peter to come register our marriage. However, Peter showed up with my medical report, looking at me like I was trash: “Isabel, you’re not even pregnant, yet you still fantasize about marrying me? Dream on!” Peter’s parents, Evelyn Geller and Bruce Geller, also rushed back from abroad, shaking their heads in disappointment: “We were told you had a fertile constitution, which is why we agreed to let Peter marry you. But you still can’t get pregnant! What a waste of our family’s investment in you, you worthless thing!” In my previous life, Evelyn and Bruce had always looked down on my background, constantly mocking and even verbally abusing me. In their eyes, I was just a breeding machine they had purchased, not a flesh-and-blood person. And in my previous life, my death by car accident was the result of their scheming for Valerie. I glared at them hatefully, then shrugged: “How is it my fault that I can’t get pregnant? Why don’t you blame your son instead?” Hearing this, Peter seemed to hit a nerve and glared at me viciously: “Isabel, since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” With that, he announced in front of all the City Hall staff: “I will not marry her. My wife is someone else!” People around us began whispering and pointing at me. My expression remained unchanged as I asked mockingly: “Oh? Who’s lucky enough to be married by Mr. Geller?” Peter snorted coldly: “Anyone I marry would be better than marrying a woman like you who can’t bear children!” Then he shouted toward the City Hall entrance: “Valerie, come here and register for marriage with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone craned their necks to see who was coming. The next second, they froze in terror and screamed: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Valerie, supporting her waist and wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly approached. She was now skeletal, nothing but skin and bones, with thin limbs but an absurdly large belly. That belly looked like someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of basketballs into it, grotesquely piled into a small mountain that had drained all her nutrition.

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