Author: Momo Chan

Just as the new semester began, my dad donated ten buildings to the school. The principal called me up on stage to honor me. From below, a disdainful voice rang out. “Is that all?” I was immediately annoyed. “If you think you can do better, then go ahead!” He was quite honest and actually went up. Without hesitation, he donated twenty buildings to the school, along with a national-level laboratory. When I entered the school, my dad was so worried about me being taken advantage of that he immediately donated over 20 million dollars, giving the school ten new buildings. To be honest, this was all because of some authors who wrote about roommates as if their brains had been dug out, bullying people at every turn. It scared my dad so much that he was afraid I’d be bullied, insisting that I absolutely couldn’t keep a low profile. So on the first day of school, I stood on the podium while the principal patted my shoulder, praising me and solemnly promising to make the school bigger and stronger. I was very satisfied. Posts about me on the campus network had already topped the hot topics. “About the Billionaire’s Daughter’s Arrival: A Few Things to Know” The comments below were quite eye-catching: “When will the young lady’s new building be ready? I’m wondering where I should tie myself up.” Just as I was basking in everyone’s praise, a very disdainful voice came from below the podium. “Is that all?” “Ten buildings, what’s there to brag about?” It was a male voice, quite cool and pleasant to hear, but the words weren’t so pleasing. I immediately retorted, “If you think you can do better, then go ahead!” He fell silent. I stood on the stage, looking around for a while, but couldn’t find who had spoken. Oh well, there are trolls everywhere. “On behalf of all faculty and students, I thank Miss Zara Blackwood!” The principal smiled kindly, shaking my hand, almost bowing to me. “It’s nothing,” I said calmly. After all, I’ve heard so much praise about this kind of thing since I was little that my ears have grown calluses. Suddenly, the principal’s phone vibrated. He took a look and immediately turned to the audience below: “Who, which one of you is Finn Thorne?” Huh? Before I could react, a guy who was exactly my type strode up with his long legs. His face was cool, his nose high and straight, with a faint scar on the bridge. Handsome, just the type I like! “Oh my, good things really do come in pairs!” The principal grinned from ear to ear, quickly pulling Finn Thorne to stand between me and him. “Just now, Mr. Finn Thorne donated twenty buildings to our university, along with a national-level laboratory!” I was stunned. Finn Thorne turned his head to look at me, smiling mischievously. He slowly uttered three words. “I went ahead.” Me: ??? “Oh my god, young master!” “So handsome, this young master looks much more noble than that Zara Blackwood!” “I’m Finn Thorne’s dog.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re his dog, and I’ll walk you when I go out with Finn Thorne.” This is a campus, not a deserted island! The people below all exploded into chatter. If they were just envious when I donated ten buildings, then Finn Thorne’s actions were a direct slap to my face. I lost. But not completely. As the daughter of a billionaire, with monthly pocket money enough to buy a company, I couldn’t accept someone outdoing me in showing off wealth. I just couldn’t. So I casually said, “This school doesn’t even have a helipad. It’s such a hassle for me to take a car home.” “Oh well, I’ll just build a helipad for the school.” The principal was dumbfounded. The students below were also stunned. I glanced at Finn Thorne with disdain, wanting to see his defeated expression. But there wasn’t any. His handsome face zoomed in front of me, no more than two fists away, and he smiled. “In that case, I’ll donate two helicopters.” My face felt a bit hot. Just as I was about to speak, he suddenly pulled back his face, smiling ambiguously: “Otherwise, it would be so inconvenient for the young lady, wouldn’t it?” “Ahhhh!” “Help, are these two competing?” “Sorry, I think it’s a bit sweet.” Good buddy, you can’t just say that, you know. I’m already engaged to someone else. The crowd below exploded again. The principal pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiping the sweat on his forehead, “Uh, thank you both… for your contributions to our school.” Have I lost? Absolutely not! “Then I…” Just as I was about to speak, the principal suddenly said, “Alright, this commendation ceremony ends here. Dismissed!” After saying that, the principal hurriedly ran off the podium. Leaving me and Finn Thorne on the stage, we glanced at each other, seeing sparks in each other’s eyes. It’s not over yet, I haven’t lost! Back in the dorm, I lay on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time. The campus network had completely exploded. “I’m so jealous!” “I declare, Zara Blackwood is my wife, my only sister!” “What’s so great about Zara Blackwood? I think Finn Thorne is the real deal, always one step ahead of her.” “I guess Zara Blackwood just bought her degree. She looks like one of those uneducated rich girls, not as talented as Finn Thorne.” ??? I immediately went to look in the mirror. Who says I have no talent, who says I bought my degree! I directly opened my phone and posted my GPA and admission letter. “Let me see, who said my degree was bought? (Picture) (Picture)” The comments below stunned everyone. “I knew my wife couldn’t be uneducated!” “Oh my god, is this the daily life of a billionaire’s daughter?” “Manually @Finn Thorne.” I contentedly looked at the comments below, all praising me. Hmm, much better. At this time, a new message suddenly appeared in the comments. I clicked to see, Finn Thorne had posted something. MIT admission letter. I was stunned. Really stunned. Higher GPA than me, and got an MIT admission letter! With such an admission letter, yet he’s studying here, this guy’s got some high ideals. “Alright, I declare Finn Thorne wins this round.” “The young lady lost badly.” “I’m shipping them, how about you guys?” Can’t ship us!! I angrily threw my phone. My roommate saw this and came over: “Zara, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I replied grumpily. Where the hell did this Finn Thorne come from, always one step ahead of me! I can’t accept this. Thinking about this, I found my old certificates, opened the campus network, and posted again. “Oh. (Picture) (Picture) @Finn Thorne” The pictures showed my race car driver certification and various racing championship trophies and certificates. Sorry, but I’m well-rounded in academics, morality, and physical education. When other girls were still playing with Barbie dolls, I had already started getting into all kinds of racing cars. Can’t help it, I’ve always loved challenges. The comments once again leaned towards me. “Damn, a beautiful race car driver!” “So cool, so cool, sister kill me!” “Where’s the young master? This old servant needs the young master to come out and show off!” I was satisfied. There was no reply from the other side for a long time, he must be scared. As long as he’s scared, that’s fine. Heh, compare with me, I’ll definitely crush you to death. I scrolled through my phone for a long time, but there was still no reply from him. I fell asleep contentedly. In my dream, I had Finn Thorne under my foot, and he was crying and calling me “Queen”. The next day, I was woken up by my roommate. “Zara, quick, look at the campus network!” I opened my sleepy eyes, pulled out my phone from under my pillow, and clicked on the campus network. It exploded again. Finn Thorne had posted a video last night. He was riding a Ducati, speeding like the wind on the track, far outpacing the other racers on the field. At the finish line, he stopped the bike, coolly took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face, holding a golden trophy in his hand. He also thoughtfully attached some pictures. One showed a dense array of trophies and certificates, and another was an international motorcycle rider qualification certificate. I really want to say QAQ, I lost again. Actually, what I wanted to learn most was motorcycles, but my dad thought it was too dangerous and wouldn’t let me learn no matter what, so I had to give up. But he learned it. Not only did he learn it, but he’s also so good at it. And he’s so handsome, I really can’t take it! Looking at the video of him standing next to the fire-red Ducati, I angrily commented. “Hope you get burned!” He immediately replied: “With your cold words, it’s not hot at all.” You’re tough! “I’m dying of sweetness!” “Oh my god, gods, is this the legendary evenly matched love?” Good buddy, you can’t just say that, you know. I’m already engaged to someone else. It exploded again below. The CP fans shouted that they had won the final victory. A certain hot search hung on the campus network for a whole week. “Finn Thorne and Zara Blackwood are engaged, the CP we’ve been shipping all these years has finally come true!” I really want to thank you. Even CP fiction has come out, with a bunch of people urging for updates below. Have I lost like this? No way, I’m not satisfied. I’ve never been treated like this since I was little! He knows more than me, has more certificates than me, has higher education than me. Is there anything I can beat him at? I thought about it, since I can’t win personally, let’s compete in family background! I flipped through my photo album, found a video I took of my family’s estate, and posted it on the campus network. “My home is too big, how can I not get lost? (Video)” Dragon’s Lair Estate, that’s the largest and most luxurious estate in the entire state, priced at $730,000 per square meter, and my family owns over 60,000 square meters. In the front is the estate, in the back is the villa, nestled against mountains and waters, designed by the most famous courtyard designer in the country. To be honest, even the royal palace might not be better than my home. “Holy shit!” “As long as the young lady is happy, this old servant is willing to carry you on my back!” “Take a picture of the entrance, I think it’s quite suitable for me to tie myself up there!” The other side didn’t reply. Good, round four, I won. I put down my phone contentedly, no longer feeling sleepy, so I dragged my roommate to the cafeteria with me. Eating is the most important thing. “Young lady, is that you, young lady!” As soon as we entered the cafeteria, the people around put their food aside and immediately crowded around. “It’s me, I’m your slave, young lady!” Me: “Hello…” “Ahhhh Zara Blackwood, I’m your dog!” Me: ??? “Young lady, keep going, crush that Finn Thorne!” Me: … I just want to eat a quiet meal. After a few minutes, the people surrounding me suddenly ran off, screaming towards the entrance. What’s going on? I turned around, oh, it turns out Finn Thorne had arrived. No wonder, damn it, all the people ran away. The people who were just calling themselves my dogs had now run to Finn Thorne, saying the exact same things. Damn it. I angrily bit into my sweet and sour pork. Suddenly, a shadow fell over my head. I looked up to see Finn Thorne standing in front of me with his tray. The corners of his mouth were smiling: “Let’s eat together.” My face reddened a bit, and I muttered “whatever” before lowering my head to continue eating. It’s my fault for being so weak, and it’s his fault for being exactly my favorite type. It makes me blush just looking at him! Losing was already enough to make me angry, why am I so shy in front of him? This isn’t my style at all, damn it! He suddenly reached out with his fork, spearing a piece of fish fillet and putting it in my bowl. “Eat more, I’m worried you’ll get too thin.” ? Could this be a roundabout way of saying I’m fat? Seeing my unfriendly gaze, Finn Thorne noticed and smiled helplessly: “I didn’t mean anything by it.” I glanced at him and lowered my head to continue eating. I took a bite of the fish fillet. Hmm, it’s really delicious. Since our housekeeper, Aunt Six, went back to her hometown to take care of her children, I haven’t eaten such delicious fish fillet. I didn’t expect the cafeteria to have this. “Which window did you buy it from?” I took another bite, “It’s delicious.” Finn Thorne smiled: “I made it.” Huh??? The fish fillet suddenly became difficult to swallow. Now I don’t know whether to eat it or not, I’m stuck. “Go ahead and eat, there’s more.” Finn Thorne looked at me with a smile, adding another piece to my bowl. Alright, this was his initiative. It’s not like I wanted to eat it! Thinking this way, I ate another piece with a clear conscience. By the time I was full and returned to the dorm, the posts about us on the campus network had become unstoppable. “Wuwuwu, I’m dying of sweetness!! Heart-shaped fish fillet!!” They even posted a picture of him feeding me the fish fillet. The comments below were all blessings. “I’m Finn Thorne’s roommate, this fish fillet wasn’t bought, he made it himself and brought it.” “Damn, Mom, I’ve got the real deal!” “Billionaire’s daughter and the young master from a prestigious family, what a heavenly love!” Love? I was a bit confused. To be honest, we’ve been at odds for so long, I don’t understand how it turned into love. After a while, there was suddenly a post tagging me on the campus network. I clicked to see. Finn Thorne was causing trouble again. This was a video shot by a drone, starting with a huge island, with several yachts docked around, and white doves and seagulls flying over the sea. Looking ahead, what came into view was a group of luxury villas. The overall color was white, with long stairs at least two stories high. The villa looked like the White House, big and vast, truly visually stunning. Luxurious, majestic, and extravagant! Finally, he posted a picture showing the ownership of this villa, with the name of the villa written on it. Platinum Manor. One of the top-rated luxury wine estates both domestically and internationally, and also a private residence. The swimming pool is even bigger than the parking lot. At this moment, I admit, I was envious. It’s something I can’t compare to. “Holy sh*t…” “This can’t just be described as rich anymore, can I, a poor student, even look at this?” “I’m in the same dorm as Finn Thorne, if I kill him, can I get a guaranteed spot for a master’s degree?” “You can also get a pair of silver handcuffs for life, with free room and board starting now.” My confidence suffered an unprecedented blow. It turns out, this guy is really rich, even richer than my family. When I was little and saw this villa, I mentioned once that I really liked it. I was mercilessly rejected by my dad because it simply couldn’t be bought. Now the market value, I checked, is about 13 billion dollars. Why can he buy it! Suddenly, I realized a blind spot. He… should be single, right? I really want to give myself a thumbs up for my cleverness! He’s so awesome, he must not have a partner, right? But I do! Sorry, but I’ve been betrothed since birth. Although I’m not very fond of this arranged marriage thing and have completely ignored it, I can also have it when necessary. So I quickly video called my mom. My mom was surprised when she heard I wanted my fiancé’s WeChat: “Didn’t you always resist this?” “Oh, different situations call for different approaches. Quick, give it to me!” I urged, and my mom didn’t say anything, just directly gave me the WeChat contact card. The other person’s avatar was a grass-woven ring on their pinky finger, giving off a unique sense of elegance. The name was “Scar”. Quite non-mainstream. After I added him, the WeChat request was approved almost instantly. The other side sent a question mark. I quickly typed: [Hello, fiancé!] Then I took a screenshot and asked, [My name is Zara Blackwood, what’s your name?] The other side didn’t reply, so I simply posted the screenshot directly on the campus network, with the caption: “After all, I’m not single.” Finn Thorne hadn’t replied yet, but the comments below exploded first. “Ahhhh, my CP just started and it’s already over???” “Who is this fiancé, find him, I’ll beat him up right now, he must give up!” “Wuwu, don’t end my rich family drama!” Little ones. I gleefully scrolled through the comments. Haha, I don’t believe you can outdo me this time! I have a partner and you don’t, this is the reason for being willful! After a while, Finn Thorne finally posted. Before I clicked in, I was still full of confidence. After I clicked in, I was stunned. Because what he posted was a screenshot of my conversation with my arranged marriage partner, different from mine in that it also included my self-introduction below, and it was from the perspective of the arranged marriage guy himself. My hand trembled. It’s not possible… is it? The comment section was also a bit stunned. At the same time, my phone suddenly vibrated. I clicked into WeChat and looked. [Hello, fiancée. My name is Finn Thorne.]

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“Andrew, honey, I’m so lonely on Valentine’s Day. Won’t you come keep me company?” My husband immediately took a screenshot and sent it to our family group chat, then reported her account for harassment. I stood there stunned, my jaw dropping. Before I could say anything, Andrew’s warm body pressed against me again: “That didn’t count. I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He pushed me down onto the bed… As soon as the screenshot hit the family chat, it exploded. My younger cousin Emma snarked: “Wow, Mia’s really shameless!” My brother Jack tagged our older cousin and sneered: “Mia, you’re such a slut! Try to seduce my sister’s man again and I’ll chop you up!” Mia and I had never gotten along since childhood. She always tried to steal my things. But I never imagined her competitiveness would lead her to sell her own body. Two years ago, when Chris and I went home to discuss marriage plans with our parents, Mia seduced him. They slept together, and I caught them in bed. Two years later, she wanted to try the same trick again! Unfortunately for her, Andrew wasn’t Chris. Her tactics wouldn’t work on him! Just as I was thinking this, Andrew leaned in close. “So, honey, did that satisfy your need for revenge?” Andrew and I were very open with each other. He knew everything about my past. I smiled. “Yes, it was extremely satisfying!” Just imagining Mia furiously pulling her hair out in impotent rage made me feel incredibly happy! “But…” I waved my hand helplessly. “Let’s not celebrate too early.” Sure enough, just as I said that, I got a call from my dad. As soon as I answered, he started yelling: “Lily, are you trying to kill your cousin? Go clarify things in the group chat right now!” I laughed bitterly. “Clarify what? That she was dressed provocatively trying to seduce my husband in the middle of the night?” My dad choked for a moment. He said angrily: “Don’t talk nonsense! Your cousin just lost a game! Go explain!” I could hear Mia crying in the background as my dad spoke, along with voices comforting her. I rolled my eyes and sneered, “Fine.” If they want to ruin my Valentine’s Day, no one’s getting off easy! I hung up and immediately pulled up Mr. Liu’s contact. As luck would have it, Mr. Liu had been trying to get our company to collaborate recently, and I happened to be in charge of the project. And Mia just happened to work under him. After I sent the message, Mr. Liu replied immediately: “I’m so sorry, Ms. Lin. I’ll handle this right away and give you a satisfactory result.” In less than half an hour, he sent me the result. Mia had been fired. I thought she’d at least lay low for a while. I never imagined she’d try something in the middle of the night! In the middle of the night, I was sleeping hazily when Andrew’s phone kept ringing. I was about to turn off the sound when I saw it was Mia calling. My mind instantly cleared. Mia had sent Andrew a photo of herself wearing a thin nightgown, her face wet with tears. She looked pitiful. “I’m so sorry, Andrew. I lost a dare game. I didn’t think Lily would be so petty and post the screenshot in the group chat. She even tattled to Mr. Liu on purpose and got me fired.” “I know she must still like Chris, that’s why she’s always holding a grudge against me. Can you please tell Lily that I can give Chris back to her? Just ask her to stop targeting me, okay?” Looking at Andrew’s sleeping face, I immediately shook him awake and said through gritted teeth: “Look at this yourself!” “Psycho!” Andrew cursed after reading it, then started replying. “Cousin, you love seducing men so much, are you a prostitute? You know very well why you got fired, don’t you?” “And what’s Chris? He’s not good enough for my wife to think about. He likes prostitutes, so he’s perfect for you. You should keep him for yourself.” After sending that, Andrew blocked Mia without waiting for a reply. I kissed his cheek in satisfaction as a reward. The next day. I replied to messages from concerned relatives and friends, then went to work. After a tiring day at the office, I had just sat down when Andrew came home too. “Honey, I missed you so much.” Andrew put down his briefcase and hugged me from behind, nuzzling my neck. I glanced at him reproachfully, about to speak, when I suddenly smelled a familiar perfume on him. It was Mia’s! My face immediately changed. “Did Mia come find you?” “Yes.” Andrew quickly reassured me, “But I didn’t see her! The smell must have gotten on me by accident.” Andrew looked disgusted. “Your cousin is really crazy. She hid by my car and tried to pour perfume on me. I was so startled I kicked her to the ground!” “Pfft~” I couldn’t help laughing as I imagined Andrew kicking Mia away. “I’m glad you’re not angry.” Andrew sighed in relief. “I’m not mad at you.” I said softly. I wasn’t angry at Andrew, just disgusted by Mia and furious at her shamelessness! “If I’d known her smell got on me, I would’ve thrown the clothes away. So gross.” Andrew tossed his jacket into the trash in disgust. Then he went upstairs to shower. I was about to start making dinner when my phone kept ringing. Emma: “Sis, check Instagram quick! Did you grow a green hat again?!” [1] I’ve been cheated on again?! [1] Translator’s note: In Chinese culture, “wearing a green hat” means being cheated on. I narrowed my eyes slightly and opened Instagram. That’s when I realized Mia and Andrew were trending locally. “Shocking! CEO of An Corp caught making out with mistress in parking lot!” The image was very clear. Andrew had his head lowered, while Mia looked coy. They seemed to be embracing and kissing. “I knew CEO An was married, but I didn’t know his wife was so beautiful!” “Aww, they look so good together! I ship this couple!” There were even quite a few of An Corp’s business partners sending congratulations in the comments. Mia’s Instagram account had also been found by netizens. She took advantage of the trending topic and posted an ambiguous update, making people ship them even more. I was so angry I was grinding my teeth. Just then, Andrew came running downstairs from upstairs, not even fully dressed. “Honey! You have to believe me! This is a setup!” I sighed helplessly. “I know.” I had never doubted him for a moment! We don’t like our private lives being public, so we kept our wedding low-key. No one knew my identity, which gave Mia an opportunity to take advantage. Andrew was very angry and directly replied to the top comment: “Ships can be rare, but they can’t be evil.” Then he posted on Instagram: The truth may be late, but it will always arrive. The image was our wedding photo. Instantly, An Corp’s official Instagram exploded. “This is the real Mrs. An! Look at how sweet their eyes are!” “I knew it, CEO An clearly looked disgusted in that other photo! That woman was obviously forcing herself on him! You guys didn’t believe me!” Some netizens started turning against Mia. But some netizens began attacking Andrew, cursing him for cheating. An Corp was also slightly shaken, with many business partners watching to see how things would develop. But An Corp moved quickly. The PR department found the parking lot surveillance footage and tracked down the marketing account Mia had used to buy the trending topic. We posted all the evidence online together. Andrew wasn’t lying – he really did kick Mia away with one foot. I winced when I heard the thud of Mia hitting the ground. “Am I the only one who thinks CEO An looks so cool kicking her away?!” Andrew quietly liked that comment. “Boys, take notes! This is how you effectively deal with scheming women!” “Haha CEO An’s expression is like ‘Don’t touch me!’ So funny!” The comments were overwhelmingly on our side. Mia was being cursed horribly. She got scared and deactivated her Instagram overnight. But I wasn’t planning to let her off so easily! Everyone has to face the consequences of their actions! I asked Emma for some information. Turns out after Chris went bankrupt, Mia broke up with him. She clearly dumped him because he had no money, but she still pinned the blame for the breakup on me. I sneered, “How shameless!” “I know, right? Sis, are you planning to make a move?” Emma sounded excited. I nodded. She continued, “I’ve been sick of her for so long! Sis, I’ll send you something. Consider it my contribution!” After hanging up, I received an audio recording from Emma. After listening, I smiled. “Thanks, Emma. I’ll treat you to dinner another day!” I hadn’t even contacted Chris yet, but he came looking for me! The next day, I received a bouquet of roses at the office. I thought Andrew was being romantic and was feeling happy, until I saw Chris’s face. Instantly, I wanted to gouge my own eyes out. “Lily, Mia told me you still have feelings for me.” Chris raised his eyebrows confidently. Hah! No wonder Chris had the nerve to show up. Turns out Mia had brainwashed him and sent him here to annoy me! I frowned and said nothing. He thought I was just being shy and continued, “Actually, after we broke up, I realized you were the one I loved. Since we love each other, why can’t we be together?” “I don’t mind that you’re divorced. But if we get married, you’ll need to bring a house and car as dowry, otherwise my parents won’t approve.” Chris acted like he was the one making a sacrifice. It really made me sick. My face turned cold. “Chris, I’m not a garbage collector.” I could barely hold back my disgust as I said, “But I do have a gift for you.” “What gift?” Chris looked expectant. “Chris is so ugly. If Lily didn’t like him and he didn’t have money, I wouldn’t even look at him!” “He went bankrupt and still wants to marry me? Talk about a toad lusting after swan meat!” “…” My cousin’s voice echoed through the whole office. Many colleagues perked up their ears to listen. I saw Chris’s face change drastically. I mocked him, “Tsk, weren’t you and my cousin true love? Looks like it was true love of money!” “I heard your house has been mortgaged? You were so generous giving my cousin all those gifts back then. If you ask for some back now, you might be able to improve your life a bit.” I kept poking at Chris’s sore spots while redirecting his anger towards Mia. Sure enough, he stormed out of the office with a black face. I knew Chris well enough from dating him before. He was always petty and wouldn’t let Mia make a fool of him. So I called Andrew and told him to come with me to watch the show! When Andrew and I arrived, Chris had one hand gripping Mia’s hair and was slapping her face with the other! He hit her so hard that after just a few slaps, Mia’s face was swollen. “You bitch! It’s all because you seduced me! Otherwise Lily and I would be living happily together by now!” “It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!” Chris wasn’t satisfied and kicked Mia to the ground, stomping on her head. In such a pathetic state, Mia caught sight of Andrew’s disgusted expression as she begged for mercy. She really started crying then, collapsing on the ground and whimpering. Seeing her miserable state, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. In the end, my parents rushed back and called the police before the farce ended. I heard the two of them took it to court afterwards. Mia sued Chris for intentional harm, while Chris sued Mia for fraud. What a dog-eat-dog world! A week later was my niece’s birthday party. Before the day arrived, my mom called me many times, saying she missed me and insisting I bring Andrew. My mom was the type of woman who lived for her husband. Whatever my dad said, she would do. If my dad hadn’t given permission, she probably wouldn’t have taken the initiative to contact me. Soon, the day of the party arrived. As soon as we got out of the car, we saw Mia. When she saw Andrew, her eyes lit up like a dog seeing a bone. Her gaze was full of determination. But her face was still a bit swollen. She had put on makeup despite the injuries, which just made her look more like a pig’s head. I curved my lips in a silent laugh. She glared at me fiercely. After playing with my niece for a while, it was time for lunch. I had just sat down when I suddenly felt some stomach pain. Andrew noticed my discomfort and worriedly helped me upstairs to rest. Unexpectedly, as soon as we reached the second floor, we heard some intimate sounds coming from the bathroom. That voice sounded familiar. It sounded a bit like my dad’s voice? Andrew and I immediately widened our eyes. Ignoring my stomach pain, I stood with Andrew outside the door listening to the blushing voices inside. “Mmm~ Uncle, don’t kiss me anymore. They’ll notice if we’re gone too long!” It was my aunt’s voice! I listened to these words in disbelief, frozen in place. Just then, my dad spoke again: “Don’t worry, they won’t notice.” It really was my dad! He’s still so frisky even at his age! I clenched my fists tightly, then looked at Andrew. He understood my meaning and immediately took out his phone to start recording. The two of them fooled around inside for a long time. I suddenly heard my aunt gasp, and then they finally finished. Andrew and I hid in a corner. They weren’t even trying to be discreet, walking out side by side. When they came out, my aunt’s cheeks were flushed and there were kiss marks on her neck. How shameless! How could they do this? How could they face my uncle and my mom? My dad is truly despicable! Has he forgotten that when the car accident happened, it was my uncle who used his own life to protect him? I watched their retreating figures, feeling angry and lost. I didn’t know how to tell my mom. Andrew saw my dilemma and said softly, “You go rest first. We can discuss this with your brother and sister-in-law another day.” “Okay.” I could only nod. After I rested, it was almost evening. The guests had left. My brother and sister-in-law took my niece to drop off my sister-in-law’s family at the station. Andrew and I were also about to leave. But my dad insisted on keeping Andrew behind, saying he wanted to chat with him. And my mom kept pestering me. I was looking for a chance to give my mom a hint and prepare her mentally, so I stayed behind with Andrew. By the way, I also wanted to see what exactly Mia was up to! “Alright, I’ll go upstairs to rest first. There should be a room for me here, right?” I smiled, deliberately giving them space. Mia let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, “Don’t worry Lily, we’ve already prepared a room for you.” “Mom, didn’t you say you missed me? Why don’t you come chat with me for a bit?” I looked at my mom. For some reason, my mom seemed a bit guilty. She avoided my gaze and said softly, “I still have a lot of things to take care of. I’ll come find you when I’m done.” I frowned slightly, said “Oh” and went back to my room. Seeing my mom’s behavior made me even more certain she was hiding something from me. I deliberately dawdled for a while before turning off the lights to sleep. After making sure no one was outside, I snuck out of my room and hid behind the living room door. “Dad, what did you want to talk to me about?” Andrew asked. My dad lit a cigarette. “How did you and Lily meet?” Andrew answered him honestly. I watched my parents asking Andrew about me, as if they cared about me. I couldn’t help feeling a bit of warmth in my heart. Maybe they do care about me after all? But I never imagined that in the next sentence, my mom would immediately say: “Andrew, you’re a good kid. Your uncle and I don’t want to hide it from you – although Lily is our biological daughter, she’s not good enough for you.” In an instant, I froze in place. Andrew also obviously stiffened. My mom continued: “Lily was a little delinquent. She started fooling around with boys in middle school and even had a few abortions…” After hearing my mom’s words, my heart was bleeding. I thought they just didn’t love me! I never imagined they would even make up lies to slander me! In that moment, my hands and feet went ice cold! My mom didn’t notice Andrew’s grim expression. She continued: “Mia is beautiful and accomplished. If you ask me, you should divorce Lily and marry Mia instead.” “That way, we’d still be one family!” At this point, I saw Mia walk out wearing a low-cut, see-through nightgown. She looked at Andrew coyly, “Andrew, I like you. I don’t need any status!” “If you’re worried Lily won’t agree, I’m willing to be your mistress.”

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The entire entertainment industry thought I snagged the Best Actor through a one-night fling. After our marriage, I was relentlessly cyberbullied! Even more absurd, someone spread rumors that I, the evil stepmother, was abusing Lucas’s 7-year-old son Noah! Claiming I beat him black and blue! Some self-proclaimed “justice warriors” snuck into my house and installed hidden cameras, ready to expose and punish me! But after 24 hours of livestreaming my laid-back parenting style, I unexpectedly went from being hated to becoming America’s sweetheart! The entire entertainment industry thought I snagged the Best Actor through a one-night fling. After our marriage, I was relentlessly cyberbullied! Even more absurd, someone spread rumors that I, the evil stepmother, was abusing Lucas’s 7-year-old son Noah! Claiming I beat him black and blue! Some self-proclaimed “justice warriors” snuck into my house and installed hidden cameras, ready to expose and punish me! But after 24 hours of livestreaming my laid-back parenting style, I unexpectedly went from being hated to becoming America’s sweetheart! “I won’t eat the porridge you made! You’re an evil stepmother, you’ll poison me!” The angelic-looking little boy on the hospital bed frowned, swatting away the bowl I held to his lips. Crash! The porridge bowl shattered on the floor. I suddenly felt weak all over, collapsing alongside the broken bowl. A shard cut my hand, and after a moment of pain, I found myself gasping for air as if on the brink of death! Clutching my head, I looked dazedly at my stepson – Noah, the 7-year-old son of Best Actor Lucas Lin. Why did I remember Noah pushing me into the water, drowning me? I could still recall his panicked and desperate expression after pushing me. He tried to rush over to save me but was held back tightly by a figure. Noah cried out in despair, unable to break free. In the end, they both witnessed my death, surely leaving Noah with lifelong trauma. But no matter how hard I tried, I could only remember this final scene before my death. I couldn’t recall any of the events leading up to it! I didn’t know which pool it was or who had harmed me! But I guessed that Noah, being so young, must have been manipulated by someone. Yet for him to be incited to do such a thing, he must truly dislike me. My heart ached like it was being stabbed by needles. Since marrying Lucas, I never expected to gain my husband’s love. Lucas was also very busy, so I poured all my heart into caring for my stepson Noah. Every day I prepared varied nutritious meals for him and tried to spend as much time as possible playing with him. But I never imagined he would conspire with others to murder me. Things are different now though. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I can’t just focus on taking care of Noah like before. I must find out who killed me. “Y-y-you… your hand is bleeding!” Noah, who had been so aggressive moments ago, suddenly became flustered. Despite his fever, he tried to get up to check on me. “Don’t move!” I stopped Noah, partly out of concern he might cut himself too, and partly because I wasn’t sure how to interact with him. “Sigh… since you don’t want to accept my care, I can’t do anything about it. Look, I’m injured too. Why don’t we just recover together?” I cleaned up the broken pieces of the bowl, then lay down next to Noah, closing my eyes to rest. Noah’s mouth gaped open in surprise. Usually, if he refused to eat, I would try every trick to get him to eat, even if he only took one bite of each dish. I would keep coaxing him to eat his fill. His little brain couldn’t grasp the concept of “reverse psychology”, but he let out a cold “hmph”, assuming my current indifference must be some new tactic of mine. But in reality, my emotions were complex. I was pretending to be indifferent while actually deep in thought. What I didn’t know was that on Noah’s toy cabinet, a faint red light was blinking. My every move was being livestreamed! Seeing my attitude towards Noah, comments started flooding in: [Ugh! Why do I have to watch this trash Sophia? Marrying Lucas through a one-night stand, how disgusting!] [Haven’t you seen the recent exposé? Noah’s arms and legs are all bruised! Sophia is truly an evil stepmother!] [Why did Lucas marry this kind of woman? Wasn’t his rumored co-star Bella White a better choice?] [What’s going on? It seems like neither Sophia nor Noah know they’re being livestreamed? Screen record, screen record! If Sophia abuses the child, we’ll report her to the police immediately!] Meanwhile, I was completely unaware of the livestream at the center of this storm. Ever since marrying Best Actor Lucas Lin, photos of me supporting a drunk Lucas into a hotel were leaked, so I was vilified as a loose woman. Not long after the wedding, photos of Noah covered in bruises surfaced. I didn’t want to get involved in a social media war and affect Lucas’s career, so I simply lived an offline life. I barely used my phone, let alone watched livestreams. After lying there for over an hour, I got up and felt Noah’s forehead. His fever had subsided. But it was nearly lunchtime, and I was getting hungry too. I stood up, and Noah watched my movements, guessing I was about to head to the kitchen. “Sophia, I want Snoopy-shaped pasta! With an egg!” Noah ordered me matter-of-factly. I looked at Noah with a polite smile: “Kid, keep dreaming. You can have anything in your dreams.” Noah’s little face turned red, clearly angry! “Sophia, if you don’t behave well, I’ll tell Daddy!” “A woman like you has no right to marry my dad. You probably don’t know that my dad already has photos with Bella, do you? If you’re not nice to me, I’ll let Bella be my stepmom!” Noah took out his kids’ phone and pulled up a news article. The headline read: Lucas Lin Abandons the Dark Horse, Embraces America’s Sweetheart Bella White! The photo clearly showed Lucas with his arms around Bella. The timestamp was three days ago – the same day he told me he was going to shoot in the desert! I stared at the photo, my heart suddenly aching. [Noah is so wise! This gold-digger’s weak spot is Lucas! Keep pushing her!] [Ah, Bella and Lucas look so good together! I ship them! I support Bella defeating the evil stepmother!] I remained silent for a while, looking at the photo. So this is why Lucas has been so busy after our marriage… “Oh no, I have chest pains. I can’t cook anymore.” “Noah, there’s still some porridge in the pot. It hasn’t cooled down yet. If you’re hungry, you can help yourself.” I had just stood up, but now I lay back down again. Sigh, as someone who’s already died once, I can’t believe I’m still so useless, getting upset over Lucas’s affairs. Noah looked at me suspiciously as I acted like I was at death’s door, blinking in confusion. “Sophia, I’m going to tell my dad!” He continued to threaten me. “Go ahead, call him right now. If you can get through, tell him I said this life isn’t worth living anymore. We might as well split up!” I covered my eyes, trying to hold back tears. I’ve had enough of this one-sided puppy love! “You want to divorce my dad?” Noah asked in disbelief. “Mm-hmm, divorce.” My voice was muffled, but I gave a definite answer. Given a second chance at life, I want to let myself go, and let Lucas go too. Noah was completely dumbfounded, his adorable little face frozen as if someone had hit pause. “My dad is super handsome!” He blurted out randomly. “Mm-hmm, I know.” “My dad is a three-time Best Actor winner!” “Mm-hmm, I know.” “My dad is pursued by lots of women!” “Mm-hmm, I know that too.” “Then why do you want to divorce him? Is it because I threatened to tell on you? I won’t tell, okay? Geez, Sophia, you’re so troublesome!” Noah clutched his hair in frustration, his messy bed-head unable to hide the handsomeness in his genes. I opened my eyes to look at Noah, surprised that he would say such things when he usually doesn’t get along with me. “It’s not your fault, Noah. Your invincible handsome three-time Best Actor dad, pursued by many beautiful women, is indeed perfect. But the only regret is that he doesn’t love me.” “I think I suddenly had an epiphany today and realized many things can’t be forced. Like how you don’t like me, or how Lucas doesn’t like me. But I want to live a good life too, I don’t want to be a lovesick puppy anymore.” I answered with a bitter smile. After all, as someone who’s died once, how could I not have an epiphany? I might have even had an out-of-body experience. “Divorce means never seeing you again? Like my mommy?” Noah looked at me with a pained expression. At this point, the comment section fell silent for a few seconds before starting to attack me: [It’s over, Noah’s fallen for it! Isn’t this just that green tea b*tch playing hard to get?] [Using divorce to scare a child! So manipulative!] [LOL, as if this gold digger would ever leave her meal ticket? That’s her body and dignity on the line! I bet she’ll be on her knees begging Lucas and Noah for forgiveness for saying this later!] I might not care what others say about me, but I do care about Noah’s feelings. So I pinched his chubby cheek. “No, sweetie. If you want to see me, we can still meet. And your mommy hasn’t left you either, she’s become a star watching over you.” Noah pouted slightly: “I’m not a 4-year-old kid anymore. There’s no such thing as people turning into stars. Tch, you’re so bad at comforting people.” I was speechless and slumped back down: “Kids are so hard to deal with.” Just then, I heard the sound of a key in the front door lock. I immediately sat up again! Given Lucas’s celebrity status, we never hired a housekeeper and generally kept a low profile, with few people disturbing us. But it was unlikely to be Lucas coming home at this time. “Who is it?” I cautiously walked to the door. “It’s me, Sophia~ I’m Bella White.” With a click, Bella White used a key to open my door. I was a bit stunned. “Miss White? How do you have a key to my house?” Bella White just smiled smugly at me, then looked at Noah who had just walked over, completely ignoring my question. “Noah! You poor thing! Your arms are covered in bruises. I was so worried about you!” Bella White rushed over and pulled Noah into her arms. This scene sent the comment section into a frenzy! The group mockery of me turned into a flood of compliments: [Ahh! It’s Bella White! She’s so beautiful! She’s literally glowing!] [I’m crying! What a beautiful scene, Bella and Noah look like a real mother and son! Please save Noah quickly, Bella!] [I bet Bella found out Noah was being beaten, so she came to help the child. Bella is so kind!] [Look, Noah’s legs and arms are all injured! The previous leak was true, Sophia is an evil stepmother! I hope Bella replaces Sophia in taking care of Noah!] Seeing Bella and Noah’s intimate interaction, my heart ached. “Bella, hi. I’m fine, boys don’t fear pain.” Noah smiled in response to Bella. Bella stroked Noah’s head, glancing at me, then guided Noah: “Noah, you don’t know, but there are so many people in this world who care about you deeply and want to take care of you. For example, I love you the most and can’t bear to see you hurt or abused. Tell me honestly, do these injuries have anything to do with your stepmother?” “If you nod, I’ll tell your dad to punish your stepmother. Maybe you can even get a new stepmom~ How about having me as your new mom? I’ll buy you snacks every day!” The smile faded from Noah’s face, replaced by an exasperated expression: “Be my new mom? Bella, you should go home and sleep. In your dreams, anything is possible.” Noah mimicked my tone from earlier, then distanced himself from Bella. “Miss White, if you have no other business here, please leave. Otherwise, I’ll have to report you for trespassing.” I said coldly, dismissing her. Bella wasn’t embarrassed. She tossed her hair and pulled out a photo of me holding Noah’s bruised body, holding it up to my face. “Mrs. Lin may not know, but the White and Lin families are old friends. Mrs. Lin was really worried about her grandson, so she asked me to check if you’ve really been hurting him.” “Mrs. Lin, I advise you to confess early, divorce early, and apologize. I can even help you buy some bots to reduce the cyberbullying. Otherwise, you might get beaten up walking down the street!” I already had plenty of haters, and I didn’t care much about this issue before. I never bothered to release a statement or hold a press conference to explain. I had retired from the entertainment industry and didn’t want to stir up any more drama. But now that Bella had come to my doorstep with Mrs. Lin’s authority, I had to defend myself. “I would never hurt Noah.” I spoke up. Noah frowned, realizing the seriousness of what Bella was saying. Although he had known Bella since he was little and had some affection for her, he glanced at me and chose me without much hesitation, displaying his usual sharp wit. “Bella, you’ve got it all wrong. I got injured and sick because I asked Sophia to take me skiing, and I accidentally fell. She got a lot of injuries too from trying to protect me.” Noah finished speaking and rolled up my sleeve, revealing large patches of bruises. This scene was also broadcast live: […I didn’t expect the truth to be like this. I thought Sophia really abused the child. I shouldn’t have installed cameras in her room. I’m going to turn myself in.] [The whole entertainment industry wronged Sophia. I even posted hate comments about her on Twitter. I was wrong too…] I quickly pulled my sleeve down, not wanting Noah to worry. I hadn’t expected Noah, who used to dislike me, to speak up for me. I felt a bit touched. At this moment, Bella White became the common enemy for Noah and me. I coldly said to Bella White: “Miss White, you’ve seen the truth. Please leave.”

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I never imagined that one day I would become a suspicious “wife” catching wind of every little thing. If I had stuck to my original plan of staying single, I wouldn’t be tasting the bitterness of betrayal now. On my birthday, my husband and I went out for Japanese cuisine. He posted a lovey-dovey picture on Instagram with the caption: “Birthday dinner with the missus. Do not disturb.” This strange term of endearment piqued my curiosity. I’m not usually domineering, and he never calls me “missus.” There’s no need for him to portray himself as henpecked in front of family and friends. Unless… he subconsciously wanted someone specific to see it. Half an hour earlier, while tidying up our room, I found a brand new box of strawberry-flavored condoms. When we first started dating, I liked strawberry flavor. But now, after three years of marriage, I’ve long since outgrown such frivolous things. I frowned and went to confront Luke, “Honey, why did you buy these?” He was doing pull-ups on the balcony at the time. He turned his head, looking slightly surprised, but calmly said: “Oh, your birthday is coming up in a few days. I wanted to give you a surprise, you know, reminisce about our younger dating days. Didn’t expect you to find them so soon.” I was taken aback by his smooth-talking skills. Geez, how many years has it been since he last said something so cheesy? Luke and I were middle school classmates who reconnected at a reunion and started dating. We had a shotgun wedding when I got pregnant. I quickly returned to work after giving birth, and our relationship gradually became more like respectful relatives than passionate lovers. He’s a fitness trainer, and due to his hormones, he has particularly strong needs in that department. That night, after Luke turned off the lights, he reached for me as usual, his teeth gently grazing my shoulder strap as he whispered mischievously: “Why don’t we give Max a little brother?” However, I was already exhausted from a long day at work and wasn’t in the mood to indulge his playfulness. But he seemed to have learned some new tricks from somewhere, catching me off guard and making me gasp. “Where did you learn all this?” I asked, my back slightly damp with sweat as I melted into his embrace, allowing him to kiss me. “From educational materials, of course. I’ve done a lot of research to better serve you,” Luke teased, placing my hand on his six-pack abs and slowly guiding it lower. I still half-heartedly gave in and fell back onto the bed. But he didn’t succeed that night. In the end, he had to give up, lying next to me covered in sweat and cursing under his breath. My mood instantly sank. Because he hadn’t turned off the bedside lamp this time, I could see the stretch marks on my stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette, sighing quietly. “Chloe, don’t you know that if a woman doesn’t take care of herself after marriage, her husband can easily lose interest?” My heart grew even colder. Passion… if you’re only pursuing passion for a lifetime, what’s the point of marriage? Before meeting him, I had already decided to stay single. It was only after his persistent pursuit when we reconnected that I chose to enter into marriage and even have a child for him. Now he’s disgusted by the marks left on my body from bearing his child. I retorted, “What, are you going to cheat on me or something?” He rolled his eyes and said even if he wanted to, no one would be interested in him. True enough. Despite all the stories of affairs floating around online, in reality, no one would get involved with a married man who can’t even pay off his mortgage. Even being a mistress has professional standards; only rich men are worthy of having affairs. That night, neither of us could sleep, so we lay back to back on the bed, scrolling through our phones. When Luke came across a news article about “Man scammed after believing high-paying sperm donation ad,” he immediately forwarded it to me. I couldn’t be bothered to open it, just another trashy social news story, and continued reading my novel silently. My husband kept complaining, “She’s super pretty, gets paid for free sex, how can there be such a good deal in this world? So many men lining up to be studs, who else would they scam if not them?” I ignored him. As I reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, I caught sight of that box of strawberry-flavored condoms again and suddenly had a realization. He hadn’t used them just now, and even talked about having a second child with me. So who were these condoms bought for? 2 Once the seed of doubt is planted, it inevitably takes root and grows. On the surface, I remained calm, but I began to carefully observe his behavior. A few days later, on my 30th birthday, because I like wagyu beef, my husband suggested taking me to that newly opened Japanese restaurant on the busy street. He had specifically booked a private room, which was pre-decorated with roses and candles, with a cake already set on the table. “Happy birthday, Chloe! Thirty is just the beginning. You’ll continue to thrive in both family and career. You’ll always be the strong woman in my heart.” My birthday is also our wedding anniversary. In previous years, he almost always needed me to remind him, and he had never said such grandiose words. Since when did he become so good at sweet-talking women? After the Japanese meal, he presented me with a birthday surprise – a Cartier ladies’ watch worth over $4,000. It was rare to see him willing to spend money; in the past, he would even flinch at me buying a trench coat. I asked, “Where did you get the money for this?” Luke grinned and said, “I secretly saved up some pocket money. Oh, and I also paid Max’s tuition for the private preschool. I kept the remaining $300 for myself to spend, okay?” That day he also took a photo with me and posted a lovey-dovey message on Instagram: “Birthday dinner with the missus today (rose)(rose) Do not disturb (grinning face).” When I saw this Instagram post that night after returning home, suspicion arose in my mind. How many years had it been since he last called me by an affectionate nickname? He always just called me by my name. Even after I gave birth to our child, he couldn’t be bothered to call me “honey” or “babe.” Why suddenly use the strange term “missus”? I’m not usually domineering; we always make decisions together. There’s no need for him to portray himself as henpecked in front of family and friends. Unless he deliberately posted it for someone else to see. I vented all the recent oddities to my best friend, asking, “Am I being too paranoid?” My best friend, who studied psychology, immediately reminded me: “Have you seen spy movies? How do they cleverly convey messages, making two types of people hear different meanings…” I suddenly realized that if he had a woman on the side, this kind of Instagram post might be intentional, conveying a message to the other person: — I’m having dinner out with my wife, don’t call or text me, my wife is watching. With this thought in mind, I was distracted all day at work, even making a mistake on a report and getting scolded by my boss. In reality, I was secretly checking my phone, searching for methods on “how to catch a cheating husband.” I never thought there would come a day when I’d become such a suspicious “wife” catching wind of every little thing. But this is all my own doing. If I had stuck to my original plan of staying single, I wouldn’t be tasting the bitterness of betrayal now. I saw that many wealthy wives online hire private investigators to look into their husbands. I don’t have that kind of money to spare, so I can only rely on myself. That evening when I got home from work, I took advantage of Luke being in the shower to secretly search through his phone. After we got married, he always had my fingerprint registered on his phone. I had never checked it before. Luke is a legitimate fitness trainer, and because he’s married, he avoids suspicion by only dealing with men at the gym. He hasn’t added any female clients as contacts. Following the methods mentioned online, I investigated his bank statements and found that he indeed had no records of hotel stays or gift purchases. His chat history was also squeaky clean. Could it be that I’m overthinking things? Is it really possible that in reality, there would be a mistress who doesn’t want money, doesn’t seek status, and is only willing to be my husband’s secret lover? 3 However, this search wasn’t entirely fruitless. I discovered that his recent bonuses had increased, but he didn’t tell me about it. He kept it as his personal stash, which he used to buy me the watch and pay for our son’s preschool tuition. When Luke came out of the shower, I had already backed up his WeChat contact list and was just lying in bed, silently staring at my own phone. As his heavy breathing approached, I turned off my screen, which became a black mirror, and said to him: “I have a female friend whose husband cheated on her, but the other woman insists that she only values the man himself and doesn’t want to destroy his family. But do you think there are really women who don’t want money or status and are willingly to be someone’s mistress?” Luke was visibly startled but quickly regained his composure and shook his head. “I think women are very practical creatures. This kind of situation simply doesn’t exist. Relationships are always a give-and-take transaction. If it really happens, it might just be to deceive young girls who have just entered society.” That night he was full of vigor, having taken some supplements to boost his kidneys, and said he wanted to make up for last time’s shortcoming. I stared at him coldly the whole time, staring until he felt uneasy and still ended up panting in defeat. A man’s body is his most honest expression. A man whose heart has strayed will only be enthusiastic for the woman who can bring him fresh excitement. “Chloe, are you just going to lie there like a dead fish and stare at me? Don’t you have tonsils and vocal cords?” he said angrily. “I’m tired. Maybe another day,” I said. Seeing me turn away coldly to sleep, he got angry too. Luke started giving me the cold shoulder, not coming home for several days, often sleeping at the company. This played right into my hands, making it convenient for me to conduct my investigation. Since that Instagram post was a key clue, I decided to start by looking into each suspicious female in his WeChat contacts one by one. Recently, a new female student joined his gym, saved in his contacts as “Qin Qin.” She practices pole dancing and plans to apply for a job as a pole dance instructor. So she’s training under my husband first to build up strength and work on her physique. When I staked out the gym company building and spotted her, Melody was crouching outside the lobby with red-rimmed eyes, blowing her nose. I pretended to be bringing lunch for my husband and happened to run into her. “Are you Coach Luke’s new student? Why are you crying out here?” Melody wasn’t shy with strangers. After hearing that I was Luke’s wife, she threw herself into my arms and sobbed. “Mrs. Chen, I just broke up with my boyfriend. I thought I had gotten over it after two months, but he suddenly messaged me at dawn asking if I ‘still love him.’ He said he couldn’t eat or sleep for these two months and asked if I would be willing to get back together with him.” I gently asked, “So what was the reason for your breakup in the first place? Has it been resolved now?” Melody looked up with eyes as red as a rabbit’s and said it was because of domestic violence. Turns out she’s just a love-blind fool digging for wild vegetables. I silently lowered my eyes. This kind of love-blind girl often needs a man to rely on and solve her problems when she’s at her most vulnerable. And only love-blind fools would ignore status, wealth, and moral constraints to love a man so recklessly. I was surprised by this sudden thought. Could my husband’s affair partner really be Melody? But she still seems so heartbroken over her ex-boyfriend, not at all like someone who could betray him. Unfortunately, only women who have been loved can be so naively trusting. Women who haven’t been loved are all Sherlock Holmes. Last night, I made another unexpected discovery on my husband’s phone. Luke is usually busy with work and often saves movies on his cloud drive to watch during downtime. He’s not very smart and uses the same password for various accounts. I tried it and easily opened the hidden space on his cloud drive. In the hidden space, I found a chaotic video that was obviously secretly recorded. Looking closely, it turned out to be an intimate video of their gym’s female manager and the CEO in the break room. When I accompanied my husband to a company team-building party, I had seen this woman before. Evelyn is his female superior, 40 years old this year. She’s a capable and beautiful woman, always with her nose in the air, dating an executive from a listed company. I never expected she would engage in this kind of quid pro quo behavior to secure her position. Last night, in a moment of urgency, I confronted Luke with this video. He snatched back the phone in embarrassment, still protesting: “Yes, okay, I secretly recorded it. Wasn’t it just to have some leverage over Evelyn? You know I’m already 30, and it’s not easy in this industry. If she ever tries to make trouble for me with the higher-ups, I’ll have something to control her with.” I sneered, “Luke, don’t tell me you’re just keeping it for your own enjoyment?” He quickly retorted, “Haha, men all like young girls. Who would be into older women?” I believe this is the truth. Even I, who just turned 30, am despised by him for the stretch marks on my stomach. From a physiological preference standpoint, he couldn’t possibly like Evelyn. However, I still haven’t ruled out either Melody or Evelyn as suspects. Both women are key suspects, but their motivations puzzle me. Not after money, not after status, not after love… besides these, only passion remains. He’s been more enthusiastic about work lately, making me even more certain that this person must be at his company. At 3 PM, when I followed him to the gym, I saw him helping a woman do backbends, sweating profusely. The woman had a slender figure, her back to the window so I couldn’t see her face clearly. She was panting from bending over. “Your core strength is too weak. You need a good workout,” Luke said with narrowed eyes and a somewhat lewd smile. The woman’s coquettish voice also reached my ears, “Ugh! Be gentler…” My gaze instantly sharpened as I clearly saw my husband’s hand slowly exploring towards the front of the woman’s body.

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I was about to get married. I’d booked a makeup artist to come to my place for bridal makeup. She claimed she’d be using a unique foundation that would make me the center of attention. But a few days later, my face was swollen and breaking out. The doctor told me I’d contracted a parasite from bullfrogs. When I went back to confront her, I got beaten so badly that I had to live with a colostomy bag. In despair, I ended my life by jumping off a building. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she arrived at my home. “Nina, trust me, just use this foundation,” Darla’s soft voice whispered in my ear. “On your wedding day, you’ll be the one everyone’s admiring.” I grabbed my head, letting out a painful groan. She quickly ran out to call Evan. By the time they returned, I had calmed down. Darla, still shaken, handed me a glass of water, theatrically patting her chest in relief. “Nina, you really scared me there! I’m glad you’re okay.” Her usual, playful charm used to win me over. But now, I gripped the glass tight. Taking a few deep breaths, I pushed down the hatred that filled me. Then, I made small talk as if everything were normal. In no time, she redirected the conversation to the foundation on the table, genuinely recommending that I try it. “Nina, the moment I met you, I felt like you were my sister,” she said warmly. “That’s why I want you to have this foundation—it’s one of my most exclusive products. I’ll even give you the lowest price possible; what do you say?” I lowered my head in fake contemplation, hiding the sarcasm pulling at my lips. Lowest price? In reality, she’d blended cheap bullfrog extract into the foundation and was shamelessly charging me $5,000 for it. She must have thought I was a fool. Feigning difficulty, I sighed, explaining that money was tight for me right now. Her eyes flickered with a bit of surprise. But when she noticed the expensive watch on my wrist, her determination renewed. She began massaging my shoulders, her tone soft and coaxing. “Oh, Nina, you can believe me. Every client who’s used this foundation has loved it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll give you a refund.” A refund? I knew better than to believe that. If things went wrong, she’d not only refuse to pay me back but likely come after me instead.

Because that’s exactly what she did last time. Back then, I had fallen for her words and paid the painful price for her foundation. After the makeup, my fiancé couldn’t stop complimenting my glow. But just before the wedding, my face began to itch and burn. At first, I thought it was just an allergy and didn’t take it too seriously. That night, I couldn’t resist scratching my face and felt wetness beneath my fingertips. When I turned on the light, I saw my skin was breaking down, with blood trickling out. I looked like a horror show come to life. Terrified, I rushed to St. Andrews Medical Center. After a series of tests, Dr. Margaret Collins explained that I’d contracted a parasite from bullfrogs, which had led to the infection eating away at my skin. She asked if I’d used any unusual products on my face lately. That makeup—the foundation Darla had sold me—flashed into my mind. Once I was discharged, I stormed over to Glam House Studio to confront her. I grabbed Darla by the hair and shouted, “You disgusting cheat! What was in that foundation you gave me? My face is ruined!” “You’re responsible!” She wasn’t intimidated; she fought back, yelling with not a hint of guilt, “Watch your mouth! What does your ruined face have to do with me?” The employees in the store pulled us apart. I took out the medical report and held it up, screaming at her, “Stop playing innocent! The doctor found bullfrog extract in your so-called foundation!” “Your junk is filled with parasites, and you had me put it on my face. What were you thinking?” She lunged forward, tore the report to pieces, and sneered. “You think a fake report is gonna extort money from me? Keep dreaming!” Finally, the store manager, Kelly Perkins, offered to compensate me with Darla’s wages and bonuses. She even insisted Darla apologize. I reluctantly let it go. But I had no idea what was coming. That night, Darla messaged me, claiming she knew a way to restore my skin. I hesitated but ultimately went to meet her. The moment I arrived, someone knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. A man kept punching me and hurling insults. “Ha! Who do you think you are, messing with my woman?” I screamed in agony. When I regained consciousness at the hospital, I learned I’d been beaten so severely that I’d lost control of my bowels. I’d be stuck with a colostomy bag for life. That moment was my breaking point. My fiancé left me, too, and that was the last straw. In despair, I leaped from a building. But somehow, fate gave me another chance. And this time, I’d make sure to get even.

Darla kept trying to convince me for a while, but I wouldn’t budge. She wasn’t about to give up. Her gaze darted around the room before finally settling on Evan. As she grabbed her makeup tools, she “accidentally” stumbled into Evan’s arms, her eyes welling up with fake tears. “I’m so sorry, Evan, I didn’t mean to,” she said with a trembling voice. “I was distracted… if I can’t sell this, I might lose my job.” There isn’t a man alive who can resist a teary-eyed damsel, especially when she’s beautiful. Sure enough, Evan looked at her with a touch of pity, giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder. He then turned to me, saying, “Nina, why not just buy it? Five grand isn’t too much for you, and it’s helping her out. It’s a win-win.” I glared at him, like I was seeing him for the first time. The nerve of him to even suggest that. Aside from the engagement ring, I was the one covering all the wedding expenses. I didn’t even ask him to buy a house. Spending my money on charity? He really had some gall. Noticing the chill in my expression, Darla tried to be understanding. “Nina, it’s okay if you don’t buy it. I’d hate to cause issues between you two.” Evan took the bait, eager to feel in control. He tore open the foundation’s packaging and handed it over. “Fine, I’ll buy it. You go ahead and get started.” My expression darkened. I had to admit, Darla was a pro. In just a few words, she had a man willingly spending his money on her. Evan’s decision put me in an impossible position. Refuse, and I’d look like I was angry with him. We’d end up in a huge argument. But if I used it, I’d be the one suffering. I didn’t come back to make the same mistakes. Darla, practically giddy, opened the bottle, pumping a few dabs onto a sponge. As she moved toward me, my gaze shifted to the glass in my hand. And then, a brilliant idea hit me.

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I had just been married to my husband, Thaddeus “Thad” Hayes, for less than a month when my mother-in-law, Ophelia “Ollie” Hayes, decided to move in, claiming she wanted to experience life in the big city. Just a few days after she arrived, she suddenly barged into our bedroom while Thad and I were being intimate. Without a word, she yanked me up, yelling, “What are you doing? That position is going to ruin our family’s financial fortune! You’re a bad luck charm!” It was then that I realized she had secretly installed a hidden camera in our bedroom! Furious, I threatened to call the police, and in her panic to escape, she left her phone behind. From that phone, Thad and I uncovered a shocking secret—his infertile brother and sister-in-law had a baby boy! It was our first month of marriage, and that evening, while Thad and I were wrapped up in each other, he suddenly exclaimed, “What the heck!” and quickly grabbed a nearby blanket to cover us. I was facing away from the door and hadn’t reacted when my mother-in-law stormed in, pulling me away from Thad. I screamed in shock and fell to the floor, completely exposed. Thad quickly reacted, disregarding his own state of undress, and wrapped the blanket around me, shouting at his mother, “Mom! Why are you barging into my and Sera’s room at this hour?” His face was dark with anger. But Ollie ignored her furious son and pointed a finger at me, her voice sharp as she yelled, “How could you be so reckless! Doing that with my son in that position?!” “Do you have any idea that you could ruin our family’s fortune with that posture?” “Are you prepared to take responsibility if our luck goes away? If you’re just being selfish for a moment’s pleasure…” “You’re a bad luck charm!” Ollie’s tirade left me stunned, trying to process the absurdity of it all. What was I hearing? Ruining fortune with a position? Selfish? Bad luck charm? I thought to myself, “Is this woman even speaking English?” I could hardly comprehend any of it! Unable to contain myself, I shot to my feet. One hand clutching the blanket to cover myself, the other pointing accusingly at Ollie, I coldly demanded, “You, an elder, barged into your son and daughter-in-law’s bedroom without knocking or saying a word. What, did you want a front-row seat to our private moments?” “And what’s wrong with the position we used? Shouldn’t I be comfortable while doing this?” “You call me selfish? You call me a bad luck charm? You’ve been living in my house for two weeks, and I’ve accommodated you everywhere! Don’t push your luck!” My outburst left Ollie momentarily speechless. She had moved in two weeks ago. At that time, Thad and I had just been married for a month. She called me, saying she had lived most of her life without experiencing life in a big city and wanted to stay with us for a while. Thad didn’t want his mother there; he mentioned that he didn’t grow up with her around. He wasn’t close to her and didn’t want her to interfere with our lives. But I thought, since she is my mother-in-law and she asked, why not let her come? What a mistake that turned out to be! Ever since she arrived, there hadn’t been a single peaceful day. She would argue with the dogs in the community garden or sneak out to catch and kill the neighbor’s pet chickens for soup. Thad and I spent our evenings dealing with the messes she created—paying fines and apologizing. Not only did Ollie show no understanding, but she continued to stir up trouble. I had never been so frustrated in my life. I finally told her that if she kept it up, I would send her back home. Thad stood by my side in support. Maybe Ollie wanted to continue living in the city, but after I laid it all out for her, she really did quiet down. She stopped going out, staying home all day, glued to her phone watching videos. Who would have thought that after just a few days of silence, this would happen tonight!

In my agitation, the blanket I had wrapped around me almost slipped off. I kicked Thad in annoyance. He quickly held me up from behind. I guessed Ollie had never been talked back to like this before; she pointed at me, trembling with rage. “You, you, you…” After stumbling over her words for a while, she finally managed to say, “You young wife, how could you be so shameless! Why do you have to be comfortable doing that?” I shot back at her, “If I’m not comfortable, what should I be? Ask your son if he’s comfortable!” Thad noticed my skilled deflection of the anger and quickly stepped in to mediate, pushing his mother out of the bedroom. As he did, he said, “Alright, Mom, that was too much.” “Sera and I are a married couple; we can do whatever we want. Why do you care?” “Sera is magnanimous enough not to hold this against you, so take this as a warning!” Ollie wasn’t done yet, trying to turn back and argue with me. But Thad firmly pushed her toward the door. He kept mumbling in frustration, “What if you startled me so much that I couldn’t handle it…” Suddenly, I noticed the key sticking in the bedroom door. My heart skipped a beat. “Wait!”

Thad and Ollie froze in their tracks, turning to look at me. Thad had a puzzled look on his face. Ollie, having just been reprimanded by her son, scowled at me and demanded, “What now?!” I didn’t respond. I walked over with a serious face and pulled the key from the lock. Then, with a loud clatter, I threw it on the floor. Ollie’s eyes widened in shock. Upon seeing the key on the ground, her expression flickered, her eyes darting, clearly feeling guilty. I confronted her, “How do you have a key to our room? I don’t recall ever giving you one!” “Did you sneak into our room while we were gone?!” As soon as I finished speaking, Ollie jumped as if I’d stepped on her tail. “Don’t accuse me!” “What would I want to do that for? I’m not just sitting around twiddling my thumbs…” Thad and I exchanged a glance. The louder Ollie got, the faster she defended herself, making her seem even more suspicious. I narrowed my eyes, “Still not admitting it? Fine, our room has a camera…” “Camera?! I didn’t see any camera!” Ollie’s eyes widened, her confession slipping out as she unwittingly revealed the truth. Thad’s face turned pale with anger. He scolded, “Didn’t I tell you that no one is allowed in our bedroom or office? Are my words just falling on deaf ears?” Having been caught, Ollie dropped her act. She straightened her back, adopting an unreasonable attitude, and even turned the blame on us. “Who told you not to lock all the doors?” “You only locked the office but left the bedroom unlocked, so that clearly means you allow people in there!” Good grief. I couldn’t believe her twisted logic. We locked the office because it contained important documents and files. We didn’t lock the bedroom because we valued our privacy and simply felt it was unnecessary. Who would have thought Ollie would overstep so badly! I pointed my finger at her, “Do you have any sense of boundaries?” “Who barges into someone else’s bedroom without permission?” Ollie erupted in response. “Who’s the outsider here? Am I the outsider?” “Seraphina, I’m your mother-in-law, Thad’s biological mother! If anyone is the outsider, it’s you!” With that statement, Thad couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, “You think you’re justified for being in the wrong!” Ollie genuinely believed she hadn’t done anything wrong and stubbornly replied, “So I stepped into the bedroom; is it really that serious?” “Are you sure that’s all you did?” I coldly continued to confront her, pointing at the key on the floor, asking, “Where did that key come from?” I kept the bedroom key in the drawer of my nightstand and rarely took it out. If she had a key, it was clear she had rummaged through our room. There was no denying it. Sure enough, Ollie faltered again. Thad, gritting his teeth, clearly felt hurt by his mother’s actions. “Enough talking. I’m taking you back home this weekend. You can’t stay here any longer!” “Don’t, son!” For some reason, hearing she would be sent back home genuinely frightened her. “Wait! I won’t go in anymore!” Thad remained unmoved, and Ollie quickly turned to plead with me. “Sera, I was wrong this time. I promise I’ll behave and won’t cause trouble for you two!” After saying that, she swiftly picked up the key from the floor and handed it to me. “Here, I’m giving the key back. I’ll go rest now.” Just as she took a step away, she turned back, her expression conflicted. “You two… still shouldn’t use that position. It really will ruin our fortune…” I was instantly infuriated again. Before Ollie could turn to leave the room again, Thad blurted out: “Wait!”

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I know I gave birth to a healthy baby girl. But when I woke up, she’d been swapped with a baby with a cleft palate. Dan, my husband, says I’m so upset I must be hallucinating. Tyler, my son, also claims his sister has a cleft palate and that I’m imagining things. But I happened to discover that Dan’s old flame, Sophie, had been born with a cleft palate herself. I suspect they swapped my baby girl. “She’s here! A baby girl! Look how precious she is—Mom, do you want to hold her?” Though weak and exhausted, I gazed lovingly at the tiny, rosy face of my daughter as the nurse, Lorna, handed her to me. Her little nose scrunched up—adorable as could be. Gently, I kissed her forehead before drifting off to sleep, finally at peace. When I woke, Tyler was leaning over the cradle, playing with the baby. I was a bit surprised, considering how he’d complained about having a new sibling. “Mom, you’re finally up. She’s hungry. You better feed her.” His tone was bossy, and I frowned slightly. Tyler picked up the baby and plopped her into my arms, catching me off guard. “Aah!” I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped as I stared down at her face. She looked darker, wrinkly, and, worst of all, her upper lip and nose were connected by a gap—a cleft. Startled, she began to cry, the cleft stretching wider as she wailed. “What’s wrong with you? You scared her!” Tyler shot me a disgusted look. “This isn’t your sister.” My voice came out louder than I’d expected. I was sure, completely sure, that my daughter had been healthy—not this baby with a cleft palate. “I didn’t think you could be so heartless,” Tyler said, his tone filled with disdain. “Just because she’s not perfect, you’re going to reject her? What kind of mother does that?” “Besides, with all the money you have, it’s only a matter of time to fix her cleft, so why be so cruel? No matter what, she’s your child.” Money wasn’t the issue; this just wasn’t my child. “How did I end up with a mom like you? You’re nothing like Aunt Sophie. I wish she were my mom instead.” Each word of his struck me cold. I stared at him, my mind racing as a thought chilled my heart—Sophie had been born with a cleft palate. I remembered seeing old photos from when she’d had it corrected. “I don’t know who taught you to say all this, but I’ll ask you once: Where is your real sister?” “What are you talking about? This is her.” Tyler’s eyes darted nervously, avoiding my gaze. Since he was five, Tyler had begged to have Aunt Sophie around, constantly looking for reasons to find fault with me. His attitude only slightly improved when I got pregnant with Ella. As I looked at his face, it struck me like a slap that he might know something about all this. I let go of the crying baby in my arms and struggled to get out of bed. “Where are you going?” “Well, since you won’t tell me, I’ll go find out myself.” “You can’t!” I didn’t have time to listen to him. Just then, Tyler charged toward me like a bullet and shoved me backward. I hit the floor, pain piercing through me. As I clutched my abdomen, a wave of fury rose within. “I already told you! She’s your real sister. Stop making this harder than it needs to be!” Whack— I slapped him, firm and sharp. “Don’t call me ‘Mom’ anymore. I’m done with you.”

While he stood there stunned, I slapped him again—twice, hard. “I just had a baby, and you’re trying to break me, just so Sophie can be your new mom?” Tyler’s eyes brimmed with tears as he stared at me in shock, then balled his little fists and took a swing at me. I shoved him back; after all, he’d already pushed me to the ground. His loud, tearful cry cut through my head. Nurse Lorna entered, instructing us to quiet down. Then, in came Dan and Sophie. Dan quickly apologized to the nurse and consoled Tyler. “Mom hit me! She pushed me and won’t even feed my sister!” Sophie, who had been watching with an indifferent look, suddenly spoke up. “Katherine, no matter what, you shouldn’t hit the boy. A real mother always puts her kids first—you’re just not a good mother.” Looking self-righteous, Sophie scooped up the crying baby. “I’m not saying this to be mean, but you can’t just leave a newborn hungry.” I ignored Sophie as she tried to place the baby in my arms, turning instead to Dan. “What’s she doing here? Didn’t you promise to cut contact?” Before Dan could answer, Sophie interjected. “I came here on my own. I know I was wrong in the past, and I wanted to apologize, maybe even start fresh and be friends.” “Come on, Kate, just feed the baby.” Remembering Sophie’s past meddling and Tyler’s constant complaints, I didn’t trust her in the slightest. Especially now. She had only been out of our lives a few months, and suddenly, my healthy child was a baby with a cleft palate—just like Sophie had once been. Coincidence? Not a chance. “If you’re so eager, then you feed her because she’s not my daughter. Nurse, can you check the security footage?” I turned to Nurse Lorna. “Kate, please stop. I know it’s hard to accept, but this is just how it is. Our daughter has a cleft palate.” Dan held my arm and nodded at the nurse, as if to signal I was unwell. “My wife’s just having trouble accepting it. Thanks for understanding.” Dan’s resistance only cemented my suspicions. They’d swapped my baby. But was she even safe?

“Kate, these days, cleft palates are easy to fix. Our little girl’s still going to grow up to be a beautiful princess, everyone’s darling.” “Look, I know you’re hurt having a baby with a cleft palate, but she’s still your daughter. Accepting it and treating her now will make all the difference, and money’s not a problem for us.” Dan thought he had it all worked out: using my money to fix his child and turn my son against me, draining me dry. “This isn’t my baby. If you want her treated, then pay for it yourself.” Dan’s face twisted as he struggled to hold back. Then he looked at me knowingly. “So, you’re upset I came here with Sophie?” “Kate, I had no idea she’d be here. We just ran into each other. Sophie, it’s better if you go. You know Kate will get jealous.” Dan tried his old sweet-talking tricks, and the sight of him made me sick. Sophie opened her mouth to speak, but Dan’s glare silenced her. She went, sulking.

“No need. Sophie isn’t the child’s real mother, so she can stay right where she is.” Sophie’s shoulders stiffened, her back to me. Dan chuckled and ran his hand over my head, patting it as if I were a child. “Katherine, there’s nothing going on between me and Sophie. You really don’t need to keep testing me like this.” “Is it that you weren’t there when I was giving birth that’s making you feel so insecure? I was at work when I got the call, and I rushed over as soon as I could.” “Oh yeah, Kate,” Sophie chimed in smoothly, “there’s really nothing between me and Dan. And anyway, my family doesn’t even have a history of cleft palates. I heard it’s genetic, right? And Dan’s family doesn’t have any history of it either.” As Sophie spoke, her shoulders visibly relaxed, her words dropping hints that maybe the cleft palate came from my side of the family. She was convincing, really putting on a show. If I hadn’t seen that old photo of her with the cleft surgery scar, I might have believed her. I snorted, not bothering to say whether I believed her or not. For now, my daughter was still missing, and I’d wait until the police arrived before settling this. Meanwhile, Tyler, ever the loyal son, defended his father. “Dad, it’s because you’ve spoiled her too much, letting her act out. Once my sister is older, she won’t put up with this behavior either.”

“Tyler.” I rarely used his full name, and he froze, suddenly tense. “I didn’t say anything wrong, right, Aunt Sophie?” He stammered before hiding behind Sophie’s arms. I took a deep breath. After everything I’d done for Tyler—dropping work to nurse him through fevers, learning to cook his favorite foods, carefully picking out his birthday gifts year after year, doing everything he asked of me. “Tyler, I’ll ask you one last time. Is that your real sister in the crib?” “Kate—” “Shut up, Dan. I wasn’t talking to you.” I cut him off, my voice sharp. Tyler shrank back into Sophie’s arms, avoiding my eyes. “Mom, stop making a fuss—” I shut my eyes, not willing to hear any more.

“Katherine, so what if she has a cleft palate? You can’t just deny her, right?” Sophie’s voice was loud, ensuring that others nearby would hear. Disapproving glances cast our way made the sting worse. I glanced at Dan, who finally shot Sophie a scolding look. “Sophie, that’s enough. Kate’s under a lot of stress. She didn’t mean what she said, so stop making it worse.” Dan’s words looked like he was defending me, but in truth, he’d cast me as a woman rejecting her child over a minor imperfection. In this story of ours, Dan played the “good husband” perfectly, except he kept digging me deeper into the pit. Using my money, blaming me—it was a charmed life for him and Sophie, wasn’t it? My phone buzzed with a message. I checked, scrolling through various photos of the two of them meeting up. Disgust churned in my gut. For the first time, I felt the deep betrayal in every photo. I’d been too busy with work to see what was right in front of me. But now? I’d make sure they paid.

When Officer Greg Harper arrived, I was lost in thought, wondering when exactly Tyler had changed. Tyler used to be that sweet kid who would rub my shoulders when I came home late. When had he grown so resentful of me? “Who reported this? We need to get a sense of the situation.” The officer’s question left Dan, Sophie, and Tyler visibly tense. “I did,” I answered. “I believe my baby daughter was swapped at birth. She was healthy, but now she has a cleft palate.” “Kate, why would you call the cops?” Dan blurted, forcing a sheepish smile as he turned to the officer. “I’m sorry for wasting your time, Officer,” he said, “but my wife’s been under a lot of stress. She’s having trouble accepting that our baby has a cleft palate.” “Cleft palates are genetic, Officer. There’s no history of it in my family going back three generations, but Dan’s ‘friend’ Sophie here—she had surgery to correct hers. I have proof.” “I’m sorry to have dragged you here based on just a suspicion,” I told the officer. “But I’m genuinely worried about my daughter’s safety and have no idea where she is or how she’s being treated.” My words were steady, contrasting with Dan’s attempts to paint me as hysterical. “What do you mean by that? You’ve had someone investigate me?” Sophie cried out as Dan tried to hush her, giving Tyler a nudge. “Mom, you can’t just pry into people’s privacy,” Tyler said, giving me a disapproving glare. “That’s illegal, isn’t it?” Officer Harper watched our tense exchange and finally said dryly, “Funny, the three of you look more like a family than any of you with her.” “Officer, I have records on my phone of the hotel stays between Dan and Sophie.” Dan lost his composure. “Kate, what are you doing? Trying to tear apart Tyler’s family just because you’re upset?” “Did I make you cheat, Dan? Did I spike your drink and shove you into bed with Sophie?” I knew exactly what Dan was trying to do: make me explode with anger so he could point to me as “unstable” and “unhinged.” “What gives you the right to break our family apart? You did this, Dan. You’re the one who tore this family to pieces.” “Kate, come on, no need to be this way. I’ve never done anything to betray you. If you’re this upset, I’m fine with pretending this child isn’t ours.” Incredibly, Dan kept a straight face, still denying his involvement with Sophie. Thinking it over, I spoke aloud. “Sometimes I’m amazed by your shamelessness, Dan. Living off my earnings while you support your mistress with my money. You couldn’t even keep this baby swap story straight.” Dan’s face flushed with anger, though he forced himself to stay calm. “Coward.” Dan pretended not to hear the insult. “Officer, if my wife suspects this isn’t our baby, why don’t we just ask Nurse Lorna? A cleft palate like that would certainly stand out.”

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I Reincarnated as My Boyfriend’s Ragdoll Cat After dying, I became the cat by my ex-boyfriend’s side. He cherished and pampered me endlessly. To prevent me from being bullied by other male cats, he decided to take me for neutering. Just before entering the pet store, I spoke up. “Logan! No way!” … Due to an accident, I passed away and my soul ascended to heaven. I had two choices: either reincarnate directly based on my previous life’s performance or work for heaven to earn money and buy the right to return to earth as an animal to accompany my former family. After some thought, I decided to stay in heaven. Given my ordinary performance in my previous life, I would likely just be an ordinary person in my next life too. I might as well work hard and strive to return to my ex-boyfriend’s side as soon as possible to accompany him. I had no parents and grew up in an orphanage. And he, Logan, was the kind of person who had always been excellent since childhood. It wasn’t until I met him that I felt what it was like to have a home. So I worked hard in heaven, doing whatever earned money the fastest. I had never worked so hard even when I was alive. A year later, I finally saved up enough to buy the right to return to earth. The store owner told me that Logan now had two pets at home – a Ragdoll cat and a pet turtle. Ragdoll cat? Hearing those words, I was stunned for a moment. This was the pet I had wanted most when I was alive. But because we were both quite busy with work, this plan had always been put on hold. Before I passed away, Logan only had that pet turtle at home. Originally I was planning to become that pet turtle. Turtles live long lives, so I would definitely be able to accompany Logan for a very long time. I made a split-second decision and chose to be the Ragdoll cat. I wanted to experience what it felt like to be petted too. My head spun for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, my surroundings looked familiar. But why did the furniture seem so short? I looked closer. Hiss… How did this damn cat climb so high! I’m afraid of heights, how am I supposed to get down? Hearing the sound of the door opening, I knew Logan had arrived. I quickly called for help. “Logan, hurry and carry me down, I’m scared.” Logan looked up and smiled indulgently. He was still so handsome, with his defined jawline, high nose bridge, and captivating eyes. Everything was just like before. Except his once clear eyes now showed signs of fatigue. “Lily, what are you meowing about up there? Climbing so high again.” I had forgotten that I could only meow now. Hearing the name “Lily”, I was stunned for a moment. My name was Lily, and whenever Logan used to call me that, his tone was always full of tenderness, just like just now. I wanted so badly to jump into his arms and feel his warmth again. But it was really too high, all four of my cat legs were shaking. I anxiously meowed a few more times. “Logan, I can’t get down!” Logan opened his arms: “Come on Lily, jump down, I’ll catch you.” Those words gave me courage. Looking into Logan’s gentle eyes, for the first time I leaped down from such a high place. I landed precisely in his embrace. It felt so warm, I felt like all my hard work over the past year had been worth it. Just as I was greedily enjoying his scent in his arms, I was suddenly picked up, the back of my neck firmly pinched by one of Logan’s hands. He looked at me, his expression instantly changing as he sternly pointed at my nose and then swatted my bottom. “That’s what you get for not listening and climbing so high again.” I meowed as I was hit. Logan, you’ve changed! You’re not the sweet puppy you used to be! Now you’re a cruel big bad wolf, how could you bring yourself to hit such an adorable little kitty like me! I wailed, but all that came out were meows. I hated that I couldn’t speak. I regretted it, I should have become that turtle instead, at least I wouldn’t get hit. After a few swats, Logan put me down on the ground and I scurried away with my tail between my legs. I wandered around the house and found that the layout was mostly the same as before, with everything still arranged according to my old habits. Except my study had been turned into a luxurious cat room. Cat food, canned cat food, various clothes, cat toys, an exquisite cat tree. I couldn’t help but sigh, cats really do have it better than humans. I stayed comfortably at home for a few days and discovered how blissful it could be to be a cat. Every morning I would jump onto Logan and nuzzle his nose with my cat nose. He would open his sleepy eyes, pet me affectionately, and then kiss my cat head. His lips were still as soft as ever, it really felt like a dream from my past life. In the evenings when he got home, I would lie on top of him as he sat on the couch reading while petting me. I finally understood why cats love being petted so much. I couldn’t help but meow out loud in pleasure. And when Logan went to work, I would jump onto the couch, skillfully turn on the TV with my paws, and elegantly lie on the couch to start my lazy day. The only pity was that my cat paws couldn’t play video games, otherwise I could have even gone to explore Summoner’s Rift. When I got hungry, I would go eat the cat food he had prepared for me before work, along with delicious canned cat food. The only thing I wasn’t used to was using the bathroom. I really couldn’t get used to relieving myself in the litter box. So after much effort, I managed to jump onto Logan’s toilet, my short legs straddling the toilet seat as I used it shakily. But humans make mistakes, and cats slip up too. One day as I was secretly using the toilet to take care of my feline business, Logan happened to come home. In my panic, I fell into the toilet with a splash. When Logan found me, I was soaking in the yellow liquid I had just excreted. At that moment, I wished I could go back to heaven. Logan pulled me out of the toilet with a look of disgust. Then he took a towel and started scrubbing me. “What’s the deal? Is that big litter box not enough for you? Now you want to use the toilet?” I meowed once in agreement. Thump! He lightly smacked my head. “You still have the nerve to meow!” Wah, I got hit again. Logan, you dog of a man. You’re still hitting me when I’m already in such a miserable state. I protested with a couple more meows, but to my surprise he ignored me. How cold! He took me to a nearby pet store. The staff there eagerly crowded around. “Mr. Sterling, you’re here!” The staff member’s tone was coquettish. I could see her desire and greed towards Logan. I meowed once: Don’t even think about coveting Logan! It’s not that I didn’t want Logan to have a new life and find a girlfriend, it’s just that this staff member was not okay. The staff member noticed me after my meow and froze, looking hesitant. “Lily is…” I knew I looked ugly and smelly right now, but did she have to be that disgusted? “She was using the toilet and fell in,” Logan said coldly, his face expressionless. He was still like this – he never showed any emotion to people he wasn’t close with. At that moment I just wanted to bury my head in his arms. It was so embarrassing. What an embarrassing cat life moment. But I was placed in a carrier bag. I could only watch helplessly as I was handed over to the staff and taken further and further away from Logan. I scratched at the carrier with my paws, my sapphire-like eyes gazing at Logan. I wanted to escape, I wanted to go home. I knew what awaited me was my first bath by someone else since I became self-aware. Just thinking about a pair of strange hands touching me from head to toe gave me goosebumps. No, cat-bumps. After being placed in the sink, I felt my fluffy fur gradually sticking to my body. Looking at the mirror across from the sink, I blacked out. What was this ugly thing! The once heavenly beauty of a cat had become so thin and scrawny, all skin and bones. The only words in my mind were: drowned rat. As the staff member bathed me, she kept muttering about her love for Logan. “Lily, you know, your owner is really so handsome.” “Meow.” I know. “He always comes alone to bring you for baths. He probably doesn’t have a girlfriend right now, right?” “Meow meow.” He used to, but she died. My eyes glazed over. I felt like such a good person. Being scrubbed and swayed back and forth while answering the staff’s questions. “Lily, do you think I’d make a good female owner for you?” The staff member got more and more excited, her face flushing. “Meow meow meow!” No way. I smacked the water with one paw and swished my tail forcefully. Water splashed directly onto the staff’s face. Then I bared my teeth and hissed at her. With my current appearance, I must have looked quite intimidating. Unexpectedly, the staff member shoved me into the water, then grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and lifted me up. “You stinky cat, how dare you throw a tantrum? Just wait until I become your female owner, I’ll teach you a lesson.” “Meow!” Dream on! Then I was thrown into the water and choked. After that I was violently dried off, violently blow-dried, and violently brushed. I felt like my fur was about to separate from my body. Everywhere she brushed felt like it was on fire. And if I resisted even a little, I would get smacked. When Logan smacked my head, it was always gentle. This staff member hit with full force. I felt like my face was going to swell up from her hits. Finally Logan came to pick me up. The moment she saw Logan, the staff member’s face completely changed. Her previous roughness instantly turned into affection, looking like a woman full of love. The staff member hugged me with a beaming smile and handed me over to Logan. Then she reached out to pet me in Logan’s arms, her face smiling so much it made me want to vomit. “Mr. Sterling, our store actually offers a delivery service. You can leave your address and we can pick up Lily from your home.” The staff member was full of anticipation, her voice soft and coy, her eyes sparkling. I was so anxious, afraid Logan would leave his address and give this woman an opportunity. “Meow.” Reject her. I anxiously burrowed into Logan’s arms, swatting away the staff’s hand on me in disgust. Then I shed a cat tear. “No need,” Logan flatly refused and left with me. As expected of the man I love most, he understood me. “Lily, do you not like that staff member? I saw you swat her hand away.” Logan held me up with both hands under my front legs. His eyes were so gentle they could melt. “Meow.” That’s right. “If you don’t like her, we won’t let her bathe you anymore.” “Meow~” Why don’t you bathe me instead? I felt my meows getting more and more perverted. During my time by Logan’s side, I discovered he had learned many life skills he didn’t know before. Like cooking. In the past, cooking was a disaster for him. Any kitchen he entered looked like it had been bombed. But now he could make delicious meals for one after work every day. Whenever Logan cooked, I would jump onto the stove and watch his every move. A year had passed, and it seemed like nothing had changed, yet everything had changed. Logan was still so charming, exuding confidence in his every gesture. But the once sunny boy now seemed more mature, with fine lines around his eyes and fewer smiles. He only smiled when petting me on the couch, amused by my cute appearance. “Ouch, that’s hot.” Logan burned his thumb and index finger on the pot lid. “Meow!” I called out anxiously. As soon as I meowed, Logan pinched my ear with those two fingers. I stared at him with wide blue eyes. Logan, you think you’re so great, using my ear to cool your fingers! I stood up ready to pounce on Logan and have a duel with him. Perhaps my appearance was too funny, as Logan hugged me and started giggling. He nuzzled the back of my neck, showing his dependence on me. Alright, seeing how happily he was laughing, I forgave him. Looking at this empty room with only Logan, I made a decision. I needed to find myself a female owner. I couldn’t let Logan remain a widower. Although it hurt my heart a little, Logan’s life had to go on. I couldn’t let him stay lonely forever. It was bath time again. Three months had passed since the last visit to this pet store. I was really amazed at how cats could go so long without a bath. Out of human instinct, I had long felt unbearably itchy all over. This time, the store manager received me from Logan’s hands. She looked elegant and graceful, exuding refinement in her every move. Hmm, I was willing to let her bathe me. Hearing that I had arrived, that staff member rushed out from inside. She immediately tried to snatch me from the manager’s hands. “Lily’s here! I’ll wash her, Mr. Sterling, long time no see.” I meowed in protest at the sight of her hands, looking to Logan for help. “I don’t want her to bathe Lily,” Logan said coldly to the manager, pointing at the staff member. The staff member’s face darkened, her hands frozen in mid-air, looking anxious. “But why, Mr. Sterling? Did I not wash her well? Lily can be naughty sometimes, there may have been parts I didn’t do well. Please tell me so I can improve.” You’re the naughty one! The whole neighborhood is naughty! “Manager, do you have time to give Lily a bath?” Logan ignored the staff member, his face expressionless as he looked at the manager. The manager also looked a bit uncomfortable, only able to smile awkwardly to ease the tension. “Of course, Mr. Sterling. We’ll call you when Lily is done bathing.” Logan nodded in satisfaction, petting me with gentle eyes and a tender expression. “Be good and take your bath. I’ll be back to pick you up.” “Meow.” Okay. To observe if the manager was suitable to be my female owner, I even overlooked the terror of being bathed. The manager’s hands were really gentle, slowly smoothing my fur bit by bit. It felt much better than last time. Last time was like hell on earth. Plus the manager kept smiling sweetly at me, her dimples showing. She was the epitome of a sweet girl. If I wasn’t a female cat, I would definitely have fallen in love. Throughout my entire bath, that staff member kept hovering around. She would occasionally say something to the manager. “Manager, you’ve been working hard all morning. Why don’t I bathe Lily instead?” “Go watch the front desk, it’s fine,” the manager replied, patiently continuing to bathe me. Hmm, very good, very reliable. This cat approves. The staff member pouted, looking very dissatisfied. I looked at her, my fur standing on end as I bared my teeth in a grin. The staff member pouted, looking very dissatisfied. I looked at her, baring my little fangs in a smug smile. Seeing Logan come to pick me up, the staff member quickly rushed over to take me. I frantically resisted with my paws, accidentally leaving a shallow scratch on her wrist. “Ah!” The staff member cried out. Oh no, I’ve done it now. This gave her a good excuse to cling to Logan. I went limp in my cat body, but just as the staff member was about to pick me up, the manager came over and took me away. The staff member’s expression changed from triumphant to hateful. “Mr. Sterling, Lily is all cleaned up,” the manager said, handing me to Logan. To let Logan and the manager have some contact, I deliberately struggled a bit, making their arms and fingers touch each other. The romantic spark between a man and woman needs this kind of inadvertent physical contact. “Mr. Sterling, Lily is getting naughtier and naughtier. You must be careful at home,” the staff member quickly came over as soon as I was placed in Logan’s arms, showing her wrist to Logan. Looking at that faint pink mark, I thought she should hurry and put some medicine on it, otherwise it would heal soon. “Your store gives all employees vaccinations, right?” Logan asked coldly while holding me, gently stroking my fur. “Yes, Mr. Sterling. Don’t worry.” “Hmm, if any medical expenses are needed, just deduct it from Lily’s card.” With that, Logan was about to leave with me in his arms. The staff member’s face had turned ashen. “Oh, Mr. Sterling, Lily is about the right age for spaying. If you don’t want her to breed, you might consider whether she needs the surgery.” Spaying! Hearing those four words, I felt like I had been struck by lightning. “Alright, I’ll think about it.” Think about it? This needs thinking about? Of course it should be refused, firmly and righteously refused. Logan! If you dare to send me for spaying, I’ll never acknowledge you again! “Meow meow meow!” On the way home, I kept protesting in horror. During this time, if I meowed for no reason, Logan would always pet my head. But today he completely ignored me. Suddenly I felt so wronged. I pouted my cat mouth, and my bright blue eyes dimmed. When we got home, I found Logan starting to search for the benefits of spaying female cats. Oh no, this man really wants to spay me. Is it too late to go back to heaven now? No matter how I threw tantrums or acted coy, he ignored me. He didn’t even feed me canned cat food. What’s wrong with Logan… I lay on top of him, trying to nuzzle his nose with my cat nose. He turned his head away, avoiding me. I stared at him in shock. Whether when I was alive or after I became a cat, he had never avoided me like this before. I silently jumped down from him and slowly crawled back to my cat bed step by step. My blue eyes shone like a bright star in the dark room, but today that star was brimming with tears. Being ignored by Logan for the first time, I was devastated. I almost forgot, I’m just a pet now, just a cat. He can summon me at will, pet me when he’s in a good mood, and when he’s in a bad mood I just have to obediently stay aside by myself. Amidst my tears, I heard Logan making a phone call. “She’s one year old. We’re going for a checkup tomorrow, right? After the checkup, when can we do the surgery? The day after tomorrow? Okay.” I became instantly alert. Is Logan really going through with this?! I wish so badly that I could speak now, to make Logan stop this ridiculous behavior. In my dream, I felt myself return to heaven. I stood at the door of the store that sold the rights to return to earth. The store owner looked at me with an amused smile. “Well, if it isn’t the little kitty who’s about to be spayed.” “Stop laughing and help me think of a solution quickly. I don’t want to get cut open on my belly.” I felt so wronged. I had worked hard in heaven for a year, not to come down to earth to be spayed. “Don’t say big sis doesn’t care about you. I specially brought you here in your dream to tell you. You still have some money left from the rights you bought before. We recently launched a new product that lets you speak for ten minutes every day. See if you need it? There are no side effects. And as the first trial user, you’ll get a surprise lucky draw.” “I need it, I need it.” I didn’t hesitate. If I could speak, I could escape the fate of being neutered. As for the surprise lucky draw, we’ll talk about that later. “It’s just that this product is newly developed. It can’t be delivered instantly, there might be a delay.” “Hurry up and place the order, don’t waste time.” Every minute and second is crucial now. If it’s a bit late, I might be sent to the operating table. Back on earth, I tried to speak every moment, but all that came out was meow meow meow. “Stop meowing. No matter how much you meow, you’re still going for spaying tomorrow. Once you’re spayed, you won’t be bullied by male cats anymore.” Logan rested his head on his hand as he looked at me, and for some reason I felt like he was trying to hold back laughter.

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Four years ago, I bought a property but never moved in. Two years later, out of the blue, I started receiving overdue utility bills. Confused beyond belief, I went back to check—and found strangers living in my house. After work, I received a utility payment reminder on my phone. Staring at the unfamiliar address on the screen, it took me a minute to remember that I did have a property at that location. My mom had bought it for me during college, wanting me to have a place off-campus. But, in a last-minute decision, I ended up studying abroad, leaving the place vacant and barely furnished. That was when it hit me: no one should be living there. So where was this utility bill coming from? With mounting confusion, I headed to Oak Hollow Estates, following my memory. … Standing at the door, I noticed that the door itself looked nothing like what I remembered. The black steel door here was new, a stark contrast to the original one I had from the builder. I checked the door number again, feeling unsettled. “808. It’s definitely this one…” Staring at the unfamiliar black door, I caught a whiff of a foul odor leaking from inside. An uneasy feeling crept over me. I didn’t waste any time and called a locksmith. The locksmith, Silas Truitt, arrived quickly, giving me a once-over. “This your place?” I nodded, digging my property deed and ID from my bag to show him. “Of course. Here are the papers if you’d like to verify.” Silas studied the documents and, still looking wary, handed them back. Hoping to get inside quickly, I said, “Look, if it speeds things up, I can pay you a hundred extra, alright?” Silas finally crouched down, opened his toolkit, and muttered under his breath, “Wasn’t there an old lady living here before?” “What did you say?” I asked, but before he could answer, an angry voice yelled from behind us. “What do you think you’re doing?” Something knocked my shoulder as a frail-looking old lady rushed toward Silas, jabbing a finger in his face and shouting, “How dare you, trying to steal from my home in broad daylight!” With surprising strength, she swiped at him, her nails catching his face and leaving a scratch. Silas staggered back with a yelp, clutching his cheek, and pointed toward me. “It’s not me! She asked me to unlock it!” The old lady’s head snapped toward me, her eyes flickering over my face before settling on my necklace with a flash of greed. “Oh, you little thief,” she hissed, striding toward me. “You think I’ll let you get away with this?” As she reached for me, I stepped back, avoiding her. She shot me a quick, calculating look before dropping to the ground with a dramatic wail. “Oh, my bones! This young woman tried to break into my home, and now she’s attacking an old lady!” she shrieked, loud enough to draw nearby residents out of their doors to watch. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. I fought the urge to back away, but as people gathered, the woman clutched at my leg, crying out, “Don’t leave! You knocked me to the ground, and now I can’t move. You’re responsible!” “What?!” I protested. “I never touched you! Silas here can vouch for that.” But when I glanced at Silas, he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. The old lady’s expression twisted with smug satisfaction, her grip on my leg like a vice. “See? Good people don’t lie for thieves. Now, if you don’t want trouble, I suggest you compensate me.” She stared hungrily at my necklace, making her intention clear. Taking a steadying breath, I raised my chin. “Alright. What kind of compensation are you looking for?” Her eyes lit up, and she jabbed a finger toward my necklace. “Hospitals aren’t cheap! If you want me to forget this, leave that gold necklace as payment, and we’ll call it even.” I nodded. “Fine. But before I hand it over, answer a couple of questions?” Without hesitation, she agreed. “Ask away.” I gestured at the steel door. “First, is this your place?” “Of course it’s my place!” she snapped, not missing a beat. “Oh, really? Then why would my property become yours?” I asked with a pointed smile. She faltered, stammering, “I—I don’t understand what you mean.” “I mean it literally. Why are you living in my house?” A glint of guilt flashed in her eyes, but she squared her shoulders defiantly. “Who says it’s yours? I’ve lived here for years. What proof do you have that it belongs to you?” “Oh, I have proof, alright.”

Slowly, I pulled out my property deed, flipped to the first page, and pointed to the line clearly stating that Rowena Carlisle was the registered owner. Behind me, my neighbor Alvin “Al” Renfield muttered in surprise, “So, it’s not even hers?” “Didn’t think she could afford a place like this,” another murmured. The crowd’s growing murmurs left the old lady’s face turning red with anger. She lunged toward me, reaching for the deed. I raised my hand just in time, laughing. “Weren’t you just unable to stand a second ago? Seems like you’ve made a miraculous recovery.” Realizing her blunder, she flushed, then shoved me hard, snarling, “I’ve been here for three years, so it’s mine now! Who are you to come out of nowhere and claim it?” I nearly laughed out loud. “So by your logic, anyone can move into any property and call it theirs after three years? Is that it?” “Yes, exactly!” Her shouting was so loud that finally, the complex’s security guard showed up. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. The old lady’s face lit up. “Oh, thank heavens you’re here! This girl was breaking into my home, saying it’s hers! You have to help me!” Without missing a beat, the guard stepped between us, glaring at me. “What are you doing here, disturbing the residents?” I’d never seen someone leap to conclusions so quickly. Exasperated, I shoved my deed toward him. “Why don’t you take a look and see who owns the property?” As he took in the document, his face briefly went pale, but with a glance at the gathered neighbors, he snatched for it. I pulled it back just in time. “What are you doing? I can hold it for you to read.” The guard’s face darkened. “Who knows if this is real or fake? Just waltzing in with a phony deed to take someone’s place? Get lost!” As he moved to push me away, the old lady took the chance to quickly unlock the door. The moment it opened, a stomach-turning stench wafted out, strong enough to make me gag. Inside, I saw heaps of trash, and a rat scurried out through the crack. The old lady darted inside and slammed the door shut. I started to knock, but the guard blocked my way, brandishing his baton. “Still here? I’ll kick you out myself!” Silas, the locksmith, finally spoke up in a low voice, “You might want to leave. That old lady is notorious for her antics. She’s always trying to take advantage of people, and no one wants to deal with her.” With a final sympathetic glance, he left. Glancing at the bulldog of a guard, I had no choice but to retreat for the moment.

Once outside, I headed straight to the Oak Hollow Sheriff’s Office, though I wasn’t holding my breath. The look on the deputy’s face confirmed my suspicions. “This case is a bit tricky. She’s older, and, well, she has a bit of a temper,” said Deputy Eli Boone, a touch sheepishly. His tone said it all: Hilda Forsythe, that “old lady,” liked to cause trouble. Even law enforcement had a hard time dealing with her. Seeing my frustration, he added, “The best option here is to file a civil suit. The court can issue an eviction order.” Who knew how long that would take? I could only imagine the state of the place by then, seeing how she was turning it into a junkyard. Taking a deep breath, I got an idea and asked, “Officer, I can go into my own property to clean up the trash, right?” The officer coughed and replied, “As long as there’s no lease in place, technically, you can. Just avoid any physical confrontations.” That was all I needed. With renewed energy, I left the station. Just as I stepped out, I saw the old lady herself, Hilda Forsythe, hunched over a dumpster, digging through garbage. Beside her, holding an oversized canvas sack, was none other than the guard—her son, Buck Forsythe. Freezing in place, I hid behind a sign just in time to catch their conversation. “Mom, you think that woman will come back for the place?” he asked. “Relax, Buck,” Hilda replied. “I won’t let her set foot in here again.” Ah. No wonder the guard had been so hostile. The two of them were in on it. “But she has the deed,” Hilda said, voice tinged with worry. “What if she calls the cops?” “Don’t worry,” Buck scoffed, puffing up his chest. “Next time, I’ll just grab the deed and rip it to pieces. No proof, no problem. Besides, Uncle Clyde can make us a new one if we need it.” I clenched my fists, holding back a laugh. Did these two really think that destroying my deed would make the house theirs? Watching as the “Recording Complete” icon appeared on my phone, I smiled grimly. So, the Forsythe family thought they could stake a claim? They had no idea who they were dealing with.

Early the next morning, I gathered a small crew and returned to Oak Hollow Estates just as Hilda was out scavenging. Buck tried to block our way, but seeing the muscle I brought, he quickly stepped aside, muttering nervously. Reaching the door, I instructed the team, “Break it open.” The stench hit us immediately as the door opened, revealing an avalanche of trash—cans, cardboard, foam boxes, and unwashed takeout containers piled from floor to ceiling. I gagged and pinched my nose. “Clear it all out,” I ordered. Then, with a smirk, I added, “Carefully. Stack it all neatly by the garbage bins.” The hired team, worth every penny, tackled the job with professionalism, unaffected by the rancid smell. As they worked, Buck stepped back and whispered into his phone, probably summoning his mother. By the time Hilda arrived, clutching her oversized sack, half of her “collection” was gone. “Stop! Put it all back!” she shrieked, lunging forward. But one of the crewmen casually lifted her by the collar and set her aside. Sputtering with rage, she spotted me, screeching, “You little hussy! I’ll scratch your eyes out!” She was back at it again, her claws out. Another crew member lifted her and set her down in a corner, out of reach. I casually blew on my fingernails, glancing at the movers. “Hurry up and clear this place. I want the locks changed.” Fuming, Hilda screamed at her son, “Call your uncle! Now!” Amused, I watched as Buck dialed Clyde Forsythe, the property manager. I was curious to see the man who had helped turn my house into a squatters’ paradise.

Before long, a short, round man wearing glasses hustled over. Right behind him were the two deputies from yesterday: Deputy Eli Boone and Deputy Clara Mitchell. Spotting Clyde Forsythe, Hilda stumbled forward like she’d just found salvation, but Clyde brushed her aside and addressed the deputies. “Officers, over here! This woman broke into one of our resident’s units and moved their belongings without permission!” Clyde said, his voice smooth but insincere. I bit back a laugh. This guy was slick, knowing to play the victim. The officers turned to me, looking for an explanation. I calmly pulled the deed from my bag, holding it out. “Officers, I didn’t break into anyone else’s property. I broke into my own house.” Deputy Boone reached for the deed, but before he could take it, Buck lunged forward, snatched the document, and ripped out the page with my name on it, shredding it into pieces and stuffing them into his mouth. “What do you think you’re doing?” Deputy Mitchell shouted as she and her partner wrestled him to the ground, trying to make him spit out the remnants. But it was too late—he’d swallowed them. If he was destroying evidence so boldly, he knew he was in trouble. Deputy Boone’s face hardened as he said, “Sir, you’re coming with us. This is property damage and destruction of evidence.” “Wait!” Clyde cut in, glaring daggers at Buck but still trying to gain control. He gave the officers a tight-lipped smile. “I’m the one who called you. Shouldn’t you handle my case first?” The deputies exchanged a look, and Deputy Boone sighed. “We do need proof for any claims,” he said, his gaze apologetic. Clyde grinned triumphantly, but I just raised a hand, my voice nonchalant. “No need to overthink this.”

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After an argument with my mother-in-law, Marlene Hughes, she climbed up to the rooftop, threatening to jump. When the firefighters managed to get her down, I could barely feel my legs. Before Alex and his sister, Candace, could even find a reason to blame me, I beat them to it: I told Alex I wanted a divorce. It was only a marriage, after all. I wasn’t about to let it turn into a prison sentence. After walking the firefighter out, I took a moment to gather myself. The crowd of neighbors lingering by the building hadn’t dispersed, huddling and muttering to each other. When they saw me, they turned away, avoiding eye contact. But I couldn’t care less about them now. The sight of Marlene, swinging unsteadily on the rooftop railing, was stuck on a loop in my mind. I knew I’d never forget it. The firefighter had tried to comfort me, saying, “It’s tough keeping the peace, but it’s worth it. Just try to be a bit more patient, especially with older folks—they don’t always mean what they say. You know she’d never actually jump, but all this back-and-forth is hard on everyone. Even if they’re just trying to get their way, it’s exhausting.” I thanked him. He reminded me that although Marlene hadn’t actually jumped, the fact that she went up there was enough for me to be blamed as the daughter-in-law who “pushed her to it.” If I didn’t leave now, she’d always hold that over me. And if she figured out that she could keep pulling stunts like this every time things didn’t go her way, what would I do then? It was better to cut my losses now. I couldn’t play her game anymore. Back in the apartment, Candace was sitting with Marlene, comforting her as she cried in the master bedroom. Alex had rushed home from work and was sitting on the sofa, looking dazed and not quite processing it all. Carol, our nanny, was standing on the balcony with Chloe, looking over at me with worried eyes. I silently thanked her—at least I didn’t have to worry about Chloe while everything else was in chaos. I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and tried to gather my thoughts. When I felt steady enough, I sat next to Alex on the couch. He looked at me with a frown. “What happened here? I wasn’t gone an hour, and this is what I come back to? Couldn’t you have just let things go with my mom?” “Let it go?” I’d heard that phrase so many times over the past two weeks. I thought I’d “let it go” more times than anyone could ask, but for Alex, it was never enough. How much more did he expect me to give? And still, after everything, Marlene would pull this life-or-death routine. If I kept “letting it go,” there’d be nothing left of me. “Alex, I think we should get a divorce.” I tried to keep my voice calm. Fighting about who had it worse, me or his mom, was pointless. “A divorce? Because I called you out?” he shot back. “You pushed my mom to the point where she tried to jump, and I can’t even say something? Grace Miller, how did I not realize how irrational you could be? Or are you just using divorce to threaten me now?” Two sentences from Alex, and my blood was already boiling. I took a deep breath to suppress my need to argue. “I’m not threatening you.” “Look, by your own account, I pushed your mother to the edge. How would it look if you didn’t leave me over that? You only get one mother, Alex. If you chose me over her, even I’d lose respect for you.” Alex’s eyes were full of fury, and he laughed bitterly, nodding. “So you want a divorce? Fine. I’ll give it to you.” We agreed to meet at Family Court the next day. “Your mom probably doesn’t want to see me right now, so I’ll go stay at my mom’s place with Chloe,” I told him. I packed Chloe’s things, and Carol and I left. When I opened the door at my mom’s, she thought it was Dad and called out from the kitchen, “Hey, grab some cooking oil on your way up. We’re all out.” When she saw me, she looked surprised. “Didn’t know you’d be home for dinner. Where’s Alex?” “Mom, I’m just here for a while,” I said, trying to hold it together. “Well, then, I’ll defrost some ribs and make that sweet-and-sour pork you like.” I managed to smile and nod. But as soon as I was alone in my old room, the tears hit. I buried my head under the covers and let it all out, sobbing until I had no tears left. My life had always been steady and peaceful—except for childbirth, I’d never known anything as terrifying as this. The rooftop crowd had watched as I begged Marlene to come down, paralyzed by fear. Even though I couldn’t stand her, I never wanted her dead. I never wanted anyone dead. 2： Once I’d calmed down, I came out, and Dad was already home. From the look on his face, Carol had probably filled him in. He pointed at the table, suggesting we eat first and talk later. Once we finished, Carol excused herself, taking Chloe downstairs for a walk. “What happened between you and Marlene that she’d pull a stunt like this?” Dad asked. “Alex should be asking his mother that too,” Mom said, sighing. She looked worn out, and so did the ribs, charred beyond recognition. “Nothing unusual,” I replied. “Same things as always.” Marlene had come from Richmond two weeks ago, and after a couple of polite days, the conflicts started. Marlene complained that the guest bedroom was too cramped and gave her nightmares. I knew what she meant—she wanted to move into the master bedroom. I refused, so every night she’d start screaming, leaving my heart racing. Worse, Chloe—my little angel who usually slept right through the night after her 4 a.m. bottle—was waking up screaming too. For Chloe’s sake, I gave in, letting Marlene have the master bedroom while Alex and I moved into the guest room. I could have ignored her sloppy eating habits, her habit of leaving the bathroom door open, or her roaming the living room in just her robe after a shower. But she treated Carol, who was hired just to help with Chloe, like a servant. Marlene demanded leg massages and chided her for not doing enough, claiming, “We pay you to work, not to lounge around.” We fought over it, and I tried explaining to Alex. Marlene eventually stopped making demands of Carol but switched to criticizing her, saying she wasn’t good with Chloe, pushing her aside to use outdated, unsanitary parenting techniques. When it came to my daughter, I put my foot down, but Alex just asked me to tolerate his mom’s behavior a little longer. “She’ll go home soon. Just hang in there,” he’d say. I tried to hold on, but last night, I overheard her telling Candace over the phone how comfortable she was, and Candace replied, “Stay as long as you want. It’s your son’s house; it’s your house too.” So today, I finally asked her when she planned on going home. After all, Robert was there by himself. She accused me of wanting her gone, and the argument blew up. I listed all the ways she’d crossed boundaries, reminding her this was my home, not hers. At first, she just sat and wailed. I left to use the bathroom, and when I came out, she was gone. Then I heard the fire department had been called, and I saw her, perched on the rooftop railing. I was numb as I begged her to come down, telling her it was all my fault, mindlessly saying I was wrong. She ignored me, crying that I was an ungrateful daughter-in-law trying to kick her out. She only came down when Candace and Alex arrived. When she tearfully declared herself a burden, saying it’d be better if she was gone, I nearly believed her act. If I wasn’t in the middle of it, I would’ve thought I was a terrible daughter-in-law, with a useless husband. My parents were silent for a while after I explained everything. “Why couldn’t you hold your tongue one more day?” Mom sighed. “What are you going to do now?” Dad asked. “Alex and I are getting a divorce tomorrow,” I said. “I’m not about to carry the burden if she jumps next time.” “Is divorce the only way?” Mom asked, trying to talk me down. “You could live separately and avoid the conflicts.” “Can I avoid her forever?” I replied. “She’s his mother.” I smiled bitterly, thinking about how naive I’d been when I married Alex. My family had warned me about our differences, and my uncle bluntly told me his parents would be a problem. But I thought Alex and I could make our own lives in San Diego, separate from his family back in Richmond. I hadn’t realized how differently men and women see marriage. To women, marriage means forming a new, independent family. But men—especially men like Alex—see marriage as adding another member to the family they already have. If you start with that fundamental difference, how can you grow old together? “Divorce might be the best option,” Dad finally said, supporting me. “No point getting tangled up with people who only wear you down. You can do your best, but in a house like that, it’ll never be enough. Divorce is the right call.” With that “ungrateful daughter-in-law” label, even if I tried my hardest, nothing would ever be enough. Even if I held out, would I want Chloe to live a life filled with silent resentment? I had to leave. That night, I lay beside Chloe, her little body warm and soft as a cloud beside me. I was all she had now. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll be fine. We’ve got Carol with us, and you’re used to things being this way, aren’t you?” 3： When I went to finalize the divorce, Candace was already there, glaring at me with a look of pure disdain. She must have been planning to give me a piece of her mind since yesterday, but maybe she hadn’t expected me to push for divorce so decisively. She wouldn’t have many more chances to accuse me of her mother’s near-death attempt, so while Alex and I were drafting our agreement, she loudly announced to everyone within earshot, “This is the daughter-in-law who pushed her mother-in-law to suicide.” I kept quiet, accepting the blame she wanted to pin on me. We didn’t have many financial ties—our apartment was in his name, with his down payment, and while I’d helped with a few mortgage payments, I wasn’t going to fight for that money. I just wanted the divorce finalized quickly. The car was mine, a gift from my family when we got married, so I planned to take it with me. “What makes you think you can keep the car?” Candace snapped. “My family paid the wedding dowry and blessing fee, not to mention the wedding costs. Return everything, or don’t even think of leaving with the car!” “Well, the appliances are all mine—about ten grand’s worth,” I replied calmly, looking at Alex. “That should offset the blessing fee and the dowry, don’t you think?” Alex and I had married for love, so I hadn’t made any issues over the dowry. But I never expected they’d throw that money back in my face during the divorce. “And as for the wedding costs,” I continued, “most of the gifts from friends and coworkers went to your mom. You know how generous they were, and I’ll be the one paying those favors back when the time comes. I think that means the money doesn’t belong to you, right?” “No, it doesn’t,” Alex interjected. “For the furniture, I’ll give you $5,000 to offset it.” He wasn’t a terrible person, and for that, I felt a bit better. At least I hadn’t completely failed in this marriage. Candace glared at Alex, muttering, “She said she didn’t need it, and you’re still giving it to her? You’re a fool! After what she did to Mom, she doesn’t deserve anything.” “As for child support, whatever you think is right,” I told Alex, “but if you don’t, I can take care of her alone.” I already suspected Marlene didn’t care much for Chloe since she wasn’t a boy, but I had decided long ago I would only have one child. Now, I wanted Chloe to take my last name. If Alex chose not to pay child support, that would only make it easier for me. “I’ll pay child support,” Alex said with a weary expression. He looked as though he hadn’t slept at all. Maybe he hadn’t expected things to end this way. I had brought up the divorce first, and with everything that had happened, he couldn’t really argue against it. After all, he was the dutiful son. We agreed on a monthly child support amount of $3,000. Alex made a six-figure salary, so it was just about the minimum, though Candace was still grumbling about “overpaying for a little girl.” It never occurred to her that she was also “a little girl” once. Finally, at the courthouse, the clerk followed standard protocol and tried to counsel us one last time. Candace, meanwhile, announced to the entire room, “This woman forced her mother-in-law to suicide. No one would want a daughter-in-law like her!” “Do us a favor and just stamp the papers. Our family can’t afford this kind of burden. Any longer and we’d be ruined.” Red paper exchanged for red paper—marriage to divorce. Relationships are so fragile. Just a new, shiny cover and there’s nothing left. For a brief moment, Alex and I shared a feeling of sadness. After all, neither of us got married thinking we’d end up here. Alex looked at me, close to tears. “Grace…” Just the night before, we’d been laughing and planning a weekend with Chloe at a resort. How did we get here? “I’ll come by tomorrow to pack up my things. Make sure your family isn’t there,” I said, turning away so he wouldn’t see my resolve wavering. “I think it’s better if your mother and I don’t see each other again.” Hesitation only prolongs the pain. Better to get the divorce done and endure Candace’s shouting in court, rather than sit at home listening to it, knowing it would never end. The next day, I went to get my belongings. Marlene and Candace were gone; only Alex was there. After a few days, it seemed he had come to terms with everything. “Grace, I know it’s not all your fault that my mom tried to jump. I know you wouldn’t have said something that hurtful.” “So you knew she wasn’t being kind,” I replied. He looked away, and for the first time, I felt relieved. I began packing. When I’d given Marlene the master bedroom, I hadn’t brought over much, just a few essentials. Now, as I looked through my closet, I noticed that my designer bags were gone. Anything without a designer label had its straps slashed or fabric ripped. My favorite clothes were thrown in a heap, some with visible tears. Alex looked like he wanted to say something. “It’s alright. She was angry. This is how she needed to let it out,” I said, forcing a smile. No point in arguing now. I could only be grateful that I was out of this situation for good. When I opened my jewelry box, all my gold pieces were missing, with only a few silver and cubic zirconia items left—the kind Marlene probably didn’t care about. Alex tried calling her, saying it was too much. “Don’t,” I told him. “I don’t even wear gold jewelry much. Besides, most of it was your family’s Bridal Keepsakes anyway. It makes sense to give them back after the divorce.” “That was mine, though,” Alex said softly. When we got married, his mom had gifted me three pieces of old jewelry as the keepsakes, but Alex wasn’t happy with that. At the time, he had just bought this apartment, so he had little left, but he’d saved up to buy me a new set himself, saying I deserved what everyone else had. But he’d also said, “If other wives can tolerate their mothers-in-law, why can’t you?” I shook my head. What’s the point? The marriage was over. In the end, I didn’t take much with me. As I left, I set the keys on the entryway table, removed the door code from my memory, and asked Cypress Property Management to update my contact details. I was done with that house. After all that commotion a few days ago, returning today for the divorce would surely make me the talk of Maplewood Court Apartments for a while. But I was past caring. 4： About a month after the divorce, I started receiving mysterious packages. Each one contained something familiar—a brand-new version of a bag or outfit I used to own. At first, I didn’t know who was sending them, so I kept them unopened at the office. By the third package, I had a hunch: Alex was behind it. I called him, cutting straight to the point. “What are you trying to do?” “Aren’t these the things you liked?” he replied, his voice casual. “I looked through some old photos and tried to find replacements for the stuff you lost. You never told me your things got ruined. I had no idea they cost so much.” “Alex, do you remember that we’re divorced?” I took a steadying breath. “You don’t need to spend money on me anymore.” “It’s not about spending money—it’s compensation,” he said quickly. “Don’t refuse it; these were your things, and if someone ruined them, they should be replaced.” “What are you thinking, really?” I asked. I couldn’t understand him. He’d barely said anything during the divorce; it didn’t make sense that he’d be having regrets now. “I just… I just want to make it up to you,” he admitted, his words scattered. He’d been doing a lot of thinking, realizing that maybe I hadn’t gained anything from our marriage. He still cared, and he hadn’t wanted to hurt me. “If we hadn’t divorced, you wouldn’t be saying any of this,” I told him bluntly. If we’d stayed married, Marlene would still be in our home, and I’d still be stuck with her stunts, torn between guilt and frustration. I’d have been forced to tolerate her behavior for some time, but eventually, I would’ve broken down. In that case, Alex would be caught in the middle again, struggling to please us both and most likely saying all the wrong things. “Alex, I never asked you to choose between me and your mom. I know how important she is to you. I let you go for a reason, so please, let me go in peace.” “Don’t send me anything else. I’ll just send it back,” I said firmly. Later, I heard from Megan that Marlene was pushing Alex to go on blind dates, and when he resisted, she moved one of the girls right into his apartment, eventually driving Alex to request a longer assignment out of town. Apparently, Marlene was pushing him to marry because she’d discovered that Robert was involved with someone else. That’s why she’d left Richmond and moved into her son’s home. She wouldn’t leave Robert herself but had no problem breaking up her son’s marriage. This only made Robert more comfortable staying out of the house with Becky, his mistress. Megan, a close friend of ours, shared this with me one day over coffee. Her husband grew up near Alex in Richmond, and their families were always in the loop. “I honestly admire how quickly you went through with the divorce,” Megan said. When I’d first told her about it, she’d worried that I was being too hasty, but now she saw it differently. “Some people aren’t happy until everyone around them is just as miserable.” Megan shook her head. “Living with someone like that would make me lose it in a few days. Poor Alex, though. My husband ran into him at the station last week—he looks so thin he’s practically unrecognizable.” “More work means more pay,” I replied, trying to sound indifferent. Whether I still cared or even still loved him didn’t matter. As long as Marlene was around, there would be no happiness for us. No one should stumble over the same stone twice. So I wasn’t expecting Candace to come knocking one day, asking me to take Alex back. She looked drained—stuck dealing with Marlene now that Alex had fled town. That couldn’t have been easy. She tried to appeal to my sympathy, asking about Chloe. “Babies grow so quickly. Every month, it’s like they’re completely different. Alex still has your photo on his phone screen. Maybe you could give him one more chance?” “What could he possibly miss about a daughter-in-law who supposedly ruined his family?” I asked, unamused. She squirmed a little before saying, “He’s in his prime, with a stable job, a car, and a house. He could find anyone he wanted, someone younger, to settle down and give him a son.” I threw her own words back at her. Her expression shifted, realizing her attempts weren’t landing. “It was all just misunderstandings. I was speaking in anger, and when things get heated, you say things you don’t mean. You need to see things from our side too. She was just in a bad place, and none of this was supposed to get so extreme.” Candace had always been pushy, intruding into our lives from the day I married Alex. Although Marlene had caused our biggest problems, Candace wasn’t far behind in setting the standard for how controlling in-laws could be. “Isn’t there still a woman living at Alex’s place? It seems a little inappropriate to be here asking me for a second chance,” I said, smiling. She clearly hadn’t expected me to know this much. Candace let out a heavy sigh, switching to complaints. “Mom has lost it. That woman doesn’t even have a diploma—she’s nothing compared to you. Alex has no interest in her, but Mom dragged her into his place, pays for everything, and even supports her family.” “Whether she’s good enough or not doesn’t matter as long as your mom is happy, right?” I said, seeing right through her. I had no interest in entertaining her requests. If she truly cared about her brother’s happiness, she could start by finding him someone new. I didn’t know if she’d find anyone suitable. Not long after, I heard that Marlene had pulled another rooftop stunt. This time, she’d been berating Candace, calling her ungrateful for trying to drive her beloved mother out. Candace had reportedly been in tears, begging her mother to stop. “If you don’t leave, my marriage is over!” “Well, you’d better make some room up here. I’ll join you. What’s the point in living if my own kids won’t even let me stay with them?” While Alex was away, Marlene had been calling on Candace’s husband for help with errands. Over time, they’d grown close, and now Candace’s husband had been caught having an affair with Marlene’s new “house guest.” Candace was livid when she found out. This woman wasn’t leaving without a fight. And just to ensure her exit would be a grand finale, she claimed she was pregnant with Candace’s husband’s child, demanding a large settlement before she’d go. Megan told me Alex had come back and that he’d ended up paying the woman off himself. “Can you believe it? His mom’s the one who brought her around, his brother-in-law’s the one who slept with her, and somehow the whole mess falls on Alex’s shoulders.” “His sister blames her brother, not her husband, and the minute her mom calls her out, she uses it as a chance to cut ties with her family, saying she won’t be back,” Megan said, shaking her head. “It’s like Alex is the one left holding the bag for everyone.” “That’s how it is for him. He can’t say a bad word about his mom or his sister,” I replied. “In all the time we were together, he never criticized them once. I wouldn’t have been so naive about them if he’d just been honest.” “Not that it matters, but my husband thought about introducing Alex to someone new. Honestly, though, that would be like leading someone straight into a trap,” Megan said with her usual bluntness. “Anyone who ends up with that family would be in for a nightmare.” “What about his dad? Wasn’t he any help?” I asked. Marlene and Robert were still married, after all. It seemed strange that Alex should carry all the responsibility. “Oh, his dad only made things worse,” Megan replied. “You know the money Marlene’s friend walked away with? Well, somehow word got out back home, and Robert’s girlfriend threw a fit and started demanding her own payout.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “Does Robert even have any money to give her? He’s lived off everyone else his whole life.” “Exactly,” Megan said. “First, it was his parents, then Marlene, and now it’s Alex’s turn. Robert has no money of his own, so he just called up Alex and demanded fifty grand, like it was nothing.” “Funny how people who don’t make money are the quickest to spend it,” I sighed. “Alex used to send him around two thousand every month, and still it wasn’t enough. Whenever they needed something, they’d just call Alex to cover it. I never complained about him helping his parents. After all, supporting our parents is a responsibility.” I used to send money to my own parents too, though they’d refused to take it. They still worked and knew that I had a family of my own to support. That’s when I realized—not everyone’s parents are willing to make sacrifices for their kids. It’s a roll of the dice. “Think Alex will actually hand over that fifty thousand?” Megan asked, worried. She didn’t want him to keep enabling their demands and ruin his own life in the process. I wasn’t sure. But it made me think about Chloe’s future. What if Alex turned into a sad, needy old man someday? Would she feel obligated to support him? After the divorce, Alex’s attention to Chloe had noticeably improved. He added Carol on social media, checked in on Chloe every day, and even video-called with her when he could. He’d started sending clothes, toys, snacks—everything she could need or want. Mom once said, “Whatever happened between you two, Chloe’s still his daughter. And if he wants to be involved, let him.” And she was right. Chloe deserved to know her dad, and I had no intention of standing in the way of that.

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