Author: Momo Chan

After selling engagement gifts worth $88.88 million, I went to the police station to turn myself in, claiming I had committed marriage fraud. Nadia Person, my family’s maid’s daughter, panicked. The Person family and the Glover family had arranged a marriage alliance. However, on the wedding day of May 5th, I, the bride, was locked in a dark room. When I finally managed to reach the wedding venue, my family’s maid’s daughter had already completed the ceremony using my identity. I claimed to be the real daughter of the Person family, but was questioned by all the company employees, simply because Nadia had been working at the company under my identity for half a year. Nadia kicked me to the ground. “What are you doing here, you maid’s daughter?” Before I could present any evidence, I was thrown onto the street by Nadia’s bodyguards. A speeding car rushed past, killing me instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding. ***** Nadia posted a message in the group chat: [Tomorrow is my wedding, everyone must attend! No need to bring gifts, I just want everyone to witness this moment.] Seeing her message, I was stunned. I never expected to be reborn the day before Nadia stole my identity to marry into wealth. [So the rumors about the marriage alliance between Person Corporation and Glover Corporation are true!] [It’s such an honor to witness a wealthy family’s wedding. Miss Nadia Person and Mr. Glover must be perfect for each other!] In the company group chat, everyone sent their congratulations. Perhaps realizing I had just joined the chat yesterday, Nadia quickly added: [It’s not a business marriage, we grew up together.] Everyone became even more excited. Someone replied: [So envious! Rich people’s love really is sweeter than we imagined!] I gripped my phone tightly, sweat forming in my palms. Just as I was about to ask in the group chat who she was marrying tomorrow, there was a knock at my door. Nadia walked in, looking apologetic. “Marlee, I’m also getting married tomorrow, so I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding. Can I hold my rehearsal dinner at this villa tonight?” In my previous life, Nadia had said the exact same words. Nadia had lived in my house with her mother since childhood and had no home of her own. We grew up together, and I always treated her like a real sister. I not only let her wear my clothes but also arranged for her to work at Person Corporation. Therefore, when she said she would be getting married on the same day as me, I not only didn’t suspect anything but looked at her with envy, blessing her marriage to the man she loved. I not only agreed to let her hold her rehearsal dinner here but also took out a pair of pearl earrings from the wedding gifts my mother had prepared for me and gave them to her. But I never expected that Nadia wasn’t satisfied with that. Taking advantage of my CEO brother Paul Person’s business trip, she stole my identity to marry into wealth. Because I wasn’t satisfied with this arranged marriage, the wedding between the Person family and Glover family was kept low-key. I hadn’t notified any relatives to attend, and Nadia used this opportunity to execute her plan. When I arrived at the wedding venue, they had already completed the ceremony. I desperately tried to prove that I was the real daughter of the Person family, but unexpectedly, all the company employees only recognized Nadia as the Person family’s daughter. Nadia tearfully questioned me: “Marlee, even though you’re a maid’s daughter, I’ve always treated you like a real sister. Why are you trying to ruin my wedding? Hasn’t the Person family been good to you?” The security guards dragged me out and threw me onto the street. I picked up my phone to call my brother Paul, but was instantly killed by a speeding car. In this life, I won’t make the same mistake again. I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my flesh. Meeting Nadia’s gaze, I said, “Absolutely not.” Nadia seemed surprised by my refusal, and her expression immediately darkened. “Marlee, did you see the messages in the group chat and misunderstand something? I already explained that I’m marrying my childhood sweetheart.” The maid rolled her eyes at me: “She didn’t misunderstand anything. She’s just jealous that you’re prettier and afraid of being overshadowed!” She scolded me: “Marlee, it’s a good thing that you’re both getting married on the same day. Don’t be so petty. You’ll both be wearing beautiful wedding dresses, and Nadia won’t steal your spotlight.”

I feigned surprise and said, “Oh really! I’m having my wedding tomorrow too, and I’m throwing my bachelorette party tonight. If you guys head out now to find a hotel and set things up, you should still have time.” Nadia panicked: “Marlee, we grew up together. Do you really have to ruin my wedding?” All the other servants sided with Nadia. “Nadia has always been so good to you since we were kids. She and her mother have worked for the Person family for twenty years just to take care of you. How can you be so heartless?” “Exactly! For something as important as a wedding, not only do you refuse to help, but you’re causing trouble. You’re so ungrateful.” “She’s just afraid that Nadia will have a better life than her!” Someone even comforted Nadia: “We don’t need to discuss this with her. We’ll set up a beautiful banquet for you later that’ll be a hundred times better than hers!” Nadia was moved to tears, sobbing softly. I sneered inwardly, casting a cold glance over these servants. I’d been way too nice before, letting them forget who the real master of this house was. I grabbed a glass and threw it on the floor. Instantly, all the servants’ wary eyes turned to me. “What are you doing? Do you know how hard that is to clean up?” “You’re so inconsiderate, nothing like Nadia. If it weren’t for your good family background, no man would ever want you.” I walked over and slapped the person who spoke, angrily scolding: “You know I have a good family background, you know this is the Person house? Let me tell you something—your paychecks come from my brother. If you don’t want to work here, get out right now!” But I never expected that instead of being scared, they actually laughed. “You’re always so arrogant. Do you really think you’re something special?” “We’re not leaving. Let’s see what you can do about it!” “We’re going to attend Nadia’s wedding in style!” “Is there a single person in this entire mansion who listens to you?” “Once Nadia gets married, we’ll all go work for her, leaving you alone in this mansion where ghosts will haunt you every night and scare you to death, you bitch!” Now I finally understood why they were so bold. They’d decided to leave the Person family and follow Nadia. It all made sense. In my previous life, without these servants helping Nadia, she wouldn’t have been able to smoothly take my place and marry into the Glover family. I gritted my teeth, glaring at them. Nadia’s mother shot me a vicious look: “What are you staring at? We’ve been polite enough to you. Just wait to be despised by the Glover family!” “Mom, don’t bother with her anymore. Tomorrow’s wedding is what matters.” Nadia looked at me apologetically: “Marlee, I didn’t want things to turn out this way either, but you were so petty today. I’m really disappointed.” “Nadia, forget about this waste of space. I’ll prepare your wedding right now.” The group surrounded Nadia as they walked inside. Nadia turned back to give me a provocative look. I clenched my fists tightly. Even if I called Paul now, it would be too late. His trusted associates had all gone abroad with him, and the people at the company would definitely listen to Nadia. Just then, my phone buzzed. I saw a notification for $88.88 million being deposited into my account. This was the money from selling the engagement gifts the Glover family had given me. Immediately, an idea struck me. I turned around, left the house, and went to the mall, where I purchased a property and bought a car. After making sure I’d spent all $88.88 million, I went to the police station. The officer looked at me with confusion: “Say that again—what are you here for?” “I committed marriage fraud. I’m here to turn myself in.”

The officer frowned and asked, “If you don’t want to get married, why not cancel the wedding?” I replied, “My wedding is tomorrow. I’ve already sold all the engagement gifts, but I don’t want to get married.” “How much were those engagement gifts worth in total? You should negotiate with them and return the money.” I said, “$88.88 million.” The officer fell silent. After all, that was a huge sum of money. The officer insisted I negotiate with my fiancé’s family. I’d already heard that my arranged marriage partner had a bad temper. I trembled as I took the phone from the officer. Surprisingly, my fiancé wasn’t angry. Though that made sense—this was a political marriage, and we’d never even met each other. Besides, this wedding hadn’t been heavily publicized, so it wouldn’t have much impact on the Glover Group. “Are you sure you won’t marry me?” my fiancé asked. I responded quietly, “Yes.” “Then let’s cancel the wedding.” Through police mediation, I had to return the $88.88 million to the Glover Group’s account by noon tomorrow, or the Glover Group would sue me. Hearing the man’s response, I nodded happily. But that night, instead of raising money, I spent the entire evening partying at bars. The next day when I returned home, I found the entire villa bustling with activity, people coming and going in the courtyard. Not only were all the Person Group employees there, but even Nadia’s and my former classmates had come. They surrounded Nadia, showering her with praise. “Nadia, you’re getting more beautiful by the day, and you’re doing better than all of us.” “Yeah, Nadia, you’ll have to help us out more in the future.” The employees were also talking. “Rumor has it the Glover Group’s CEO isn’t interested in women, but Miss Nadia Person won him over so easily.” “We’ll really have to rely on Miss Nadia Person from now on.” I smiled coldly. Not only would she not marry into the Glover family, but she’d also have to return $88.88 million to them. They were flattering Nadia when suddenly someone spotted me at the entrance. “Marlee, your dark circles are so bad. Where did you go partying last night?” “Today is Nadia’s wedding. Even if you’re the maid’s daughter, you can’t wear such cheap clothes.” I looked at Nadia. She met my gaze and said, “Marlee, you don’t really think you’re a daughter of the Person family, do you? Today is my wedding, yet you’re here causing trouble. If you ruin the wedding, can you handle the consequences?” “What do you mean I think I’m a daughter of the Person family? This is my home to begin with.” As soon as I finished speaking, they all burst into laughter. Nadia’s lackey mocked me: “Marlee, you’re so shameless. Your mom works as a maid here, which is why you get to live in the villa. Nadia is kind and always gets you a share of everything good, but you actually think you’re something special. We’ve all known Nadia for so many years, and we all know she’s Mr. Person’s only sister.” The Person Group employees also said they’d never seen me at the company. Nadia’s lackey said, “Nadia arranged for many of her old classmates to work at Person Group. Turns out you didn’t get a position, so you’re here causing trouble.” I sneered, “Yeah, you’re so capable. Nadia only got you a position with a monthly salary of three thousand dollars.” Nadia’s lackey was enraged and slapped me. My face immediately swelled up red. I glared at her through gritted teeth: “I’m warning you, I’m getting married today. You hit me, and the Glover family will never let you get away with it!” “Still dreaming? Did you drink too much last night and haven’t sobered up yet?” “Should we give you a cold shower to wake you up?” They brought over a basin of cold water. I tried to dodge, but two people grabbed my arms. The cold water poured down from above my head, the icy water making my whole body shiver. But before I could recover, another slap landed on my face. Nadia stepped forward and grabbed my chin: “Are you awake now? If not, should we use some props? Knives, whips, fire tongs—which do you prefer?” Her lackey handed her a fruit knife. Nadia slapped my face with the fruit knife. “Marlee, we grew up together, and I was going to let you off the hook, but you just had to cause trouble on my wedding day. The Glover family wants me, not a worthless piece of trash like you!” Nadia’s lackey kicked me in the knee, and my legs gave out as I collapsed to the ground. Nadia stepped on my face. “Marlee, you’re nothing but my servant. Apologize to me now, and I might still forgive you.” Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I sneered at her. “Never. Nadia, as long as I don’t agree, the Glover family won’t take you to the wedding!” “Still talking big? When the Glover family’s car arrives, I’ll tear your face apart!” I laughed coldly. “You’re still dreaming? You think you can boss around the Glover family?” They didn’t believe me and continued beating me with punches and kicks. I was beaten until my whole body ached, curled up on the ground. They kept at it until they were tired, but the car to pick up Nadia still hadn’t arrived. Nadia panicked and rushed over to me, grabbing my chin. “What did you do? Why haven’t the Glover family come to pick up the bride yet? You must be up to something, trying to ruin my wedding!” I chuckled softly, “The Glover family certainly knows about your plan to marry in my place.” She slapped me hard across the face. “Stop talking nonsense! I’ll throw you to the dogs right now!” Nadia went crazy, ordering her people to drag my body toward the dog cages. Just then, the sound of car horns echoed. The Glover family’s convoy to pick up Nadia had arrived. I was somewhat surprised. Hadn’t I already canceled the wedding? Why did the Glover family still send people? Before I could figure it out, Nadia had already excitedly gotten into the car. Her lackey dragged me into the car. “Today I’ll show you what a wealthy family marriage looks like!” My whole body hurt too much to speak. After a long while, the pain in my body eased slightly, and the convoy had arrived at the wedding venue. Nadia’s lackey opened the car door and kicked me out of the car. My face hit the steps, causing a nosebleed and making me look even more disheveled. Others looked at me with mocking eyes. “You’re at the wedding venue now. Are you finally coming to your senses?” Nadia said arrogantly. I said, “Until the wedding is over, nothing is certain. Nadia, where’s your groom?” As soon as I finished speaking, the hotel’s main doors opened. Holden Glover walked out wearing a perfectly tailored suit, coldly scanning everyone present. Instantly, everyone at the scene was shocked into silence. “I never expected Mr. Glover to be so handsome. He and Nadia are such a perfect match!” Nadia blushed shyly, looking at me smugly. “Marlee, I’ll find a man to keep you company tonight.” Holden walked toward Nadia, but immediately after, her shy expression turned to one of terror.

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My husband Rhys Rowe insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith Mack, serve as his assistant surgeon during a heart transplant operation. When I pointed out that Edith shouldn’t be wearing nail polish during surgery, Rhys actually left the operating room mid-procedure to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is upset. Can’t you stop being unreasonable? Let’s pause the surgery for a bit. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. We later learned that the patient was the city’s mayor. Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for this medical malpractice incident. They claimed, “If you hadn’t driven us out of the operating room, how would the mayor have died from blood loss? This is all your fault!” In the end, I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the mayor was having surgery at our hospital. “Maxine Guerra, Rhys is the attending physician. He said I could wear nail polish during surgery. What right does an assistant doctor like you have to boss me around?” Hearing the familiar voice beside me, I instinctively opened my eyes and saw Edith standing there with an arrogant expression. I looked around. The operating room was in the middle of a heart transplant surgery. To ensure a sterile environment, everyone was fully suited up. Everyone except Edith, who not only had her nails done but wasn’t even wearing a mask. At that moment, I was certain I had been reborn—reborn on the day of the mayor’s surgery. In my previous life, when Rhys was performing the heart transplant, he insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith, as his assistant surgeon. Edith grabbed the wrong surgical instruments, didn’t follow basic operating room protocols, and nearly let her nail polish fall into the patient’s body. I couldn’t help but criticize her for wearing nail polish during surgery. She thought I was deliberately targeting her and stormed out in anger. Rhys actually abandoned the patient and ran out of the operating room to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is heartbroken. Stop being unreasonable. Let’s pause the surgery for now. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. When we learned afterward that the patient was the mayor, Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for the medical malpractice. They said, “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the operating room and driven us out, how would the mayor have died from blood loss! This is all your doing!” I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering endless torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married and became the youngest chief and deputy chief in the hospital’s history. I had just snapped back from my memories when I saw Rhys frowning and scolding me, “Maxine, this is an operating table, not a place for you to throw tantrums. I approved her wearing nail polish. Apologize to Edith.” Looking at Edith’s smug expression, I suppressed my anger. “Why should I? The operating room clearly prohibits nail polish. I’m not wrong.” Edith’s face darkened. “Maxine, you’re deliberately targeting me, aren’t you? Fine, I’m leaving.” She threw the scalpel onto the operating table, and one of them nearly cut the patient’s aorta. Panicked and furious, I had just picked up the scalpel when I saw Rhys about to chase after Edith. I said sternly, “Rhys, the patient’s chest cavity is already open. We must complete the heart transplant immediately, or he’ll be in mortal danger. You’re a doctor—are you going to watch a patient die?” He looked toward where Edith had left, then at the patient on the operating table, and reluctantly picked up the scalpel again. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Rhys’s phone rang. It was Edith calling.

Rhys put the call on speaker, and Edith’s angry voice came through: “If you don’t come comfort me right now, I’m really going to be mad.” Rhys patiently tried to calm her down: “Edith, I’ll come see you as soon as I finish this surgery.” Edith snorted: “If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to get an abortion and make sure you never become a father.” Hearing the news of Edith’s pregnancy, I felt shocked and heartbroken. In my past life, I had always thought Rhys only got together with Edith after I went to prison. Turns out they’d been together all along, and even had a child on the way. Before I could recover from the shock of Edith’s pregnancy, I saw Rhys rushing toward the operating room exit. I quickly grabbed his arm: “Rhys, you can’t leave. The patient’s surgery can’t be delayed.” Rhys glared at me angrily: “Didn’t you hear Edith say she’s going to get an abortion? If I don’t go now, it’ll be too late.” I frowned: “What about the patient?” Rhys waved dismissively: “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Just a few minutes – it won’t delay anything.” I stared at Rhys in disbelief. Heart transplant surgery was already a race against time – every minute of delay put the patient in greater danger. In my past life, the patient had died precisely because too much time was wasted. With this thought, I gripped Rhys tightly, not letting him leave. Rhys was both anxious and furious: “Maxine, are you deliberately blocking me because you want Edith to get an abortion?” Just as I was about to explain, Rhys shoved me hard. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my back hitting the operating table heavily. I couldn’t help but groan. Rhys didn’t even look at me before turning and striding away. The other people in the operating room quickly helped me up. “Dr. Guerra, are you okay? Dr. Rowe went too far. It’s one thing to defend Edith all the time, but now he’s actually laying hands on you because of her.” “Exactly. I always thought there was something going on between them, but I never imagined they already had a child together.” I waved my hand: “Now’s not the time to discuss this. I need to go find Rhys and bring him back.” More important than Rhys’s betrayal was the patient’s surgery. This time, I absolutely couldn’t let the tragedy from my past life repeat itself. I had just chased him to the operating room entrance when the patient’s family surrounded me. “Doctor, how is the patient? Was the surgery successful?” I immediately recognized them as the mayor’s family. Just as I was about to answer, I saw Mayor Christmas’s mother pleading with me: “Doctor, please, you must save my son.” The mayor’s wife, seven months pregnant, was also crying: “Doctor, everyone says only your hospital can perform this surgery on my husband. Please, you must save him.” I solemnly assured them: “Don’t worry, I will definitely save him.” Unable to find Rhys, I could only return to the operating room. Everyone immediately gathered around, looking behind me: “Dr. Guerra, where’s Dr. Rowe?” I shook my head: “I couldn’t catch up to him.” The anesthesiologist said anxiously: “The patient is under general anesthesia right now with his chest cavity open. If we don’t operate soon, when the anesthesia wears off, the pain will kill him. Dr. Rowe is the only one in the entire city who can perform this surgery. Even if we called for outside help now, it would be too late.” I took a deep breath: “I’ll perform the surgery. Rhys and I were classmates – anything he can do, I can do too.” Everyone present rejected the idea without hesitation. “Dr. Guerra, you’re currently just an assistant physician. Hospital regulations don’t allow you to be the lead surgeon.” “Why don’t you call Dr. Rowe and ask him to come back as soon as possible?” Seeing their firm stance, I ultimately couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth that Rhys wouldn’t be coming back, and could only call him.

As soon as the call connected, I asked urgently, “Where are you? Come back quickly, we’re still waiting for you to perform the surgery.” Rhys replied angrily, “Edith is upset. Can you stop being unreasonable? The surgery is postponed until Edith feels better, then I’ll come back.” With that, he hung up. Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. The anesthesiologist couldn’t help but angrily rebuke, “For such an important surgery, the patient will be dead by the time he returns! Dr. Guerra, call him again. We must get him here immediately. If something happens to the patient, we’ll all be held responsible.” I had no choice but to call Rhys again: “The patient is dying. You need to get back here now.” Rhys said impatiently, “Heart transplant surgery is inherently high-risk. If he dies, it’s just bad luck.” I never expected Rhys to say something so irresponsible. I questioned him, “If something happens to the patient and the family comes to the hospital to cause trouble, can you handle the responsibility when the hospital investigates?” Rhys sneered, “He’s just a powerless patient. If they dare cause trouble, just say they’re only after money. Stop calling me. Edith wants strawberries, and I need to go buy them for her now.” Looking at the disconnected phone, everyone was furious. “He left in the middle of surgery to buy strawberries for Edith. He doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!” Just then, the anesthesiologist suddenly exclaimed, “The patient’s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate now, he’ll die!” I stepped forward: “I’ll do it.” Seeing their hesitation, I said firmly, “Besides me, no one else can perform this surgery right now. Are you going to just watch him die?” The anesthesiologist hesitated, “But this goes against protocol. Even if you save him, you’ll have to bear all the consequences of this surgery.” I said calmly, “Whatever the consequences afterward, I’ll take full responsibility. There’s no time now. I hope you’ll cooperate with me.” The other medical staff looked at each other and made up their minds. I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, first removed the patient’s heart from his chest cavity, then transplanted the prepared heart. After suturing the blood vessels one by one, I stared intently at the cardiac monitor displaying a flat line. Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly the flat line on the monitor began to fluctuate. After the heartbeat stabilized, everyone cried out in joy, “Dr. Guerra, there’s a heartbeat! The surgery was successful!” I didn’t speak, focusing on suturing the patient’s chest cavity. After the surgery was completely finished, I collapsed weakly to the ground. Only then did I realize my back was already soaked with sweat. An hour later, the patient woke up. That’s when everyone learned he was Mayor Cesar Hodges. In the hospital room, I was conducting Cesar’s post-operative examination. After confirming that the heart transplant surgery had been extremely successful, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Cesar smiled at me: “I heard you performed my surgery. Thank you. But I remember my attending physician was Dr. Rowe. Why isn’t he here? Did something happen?” Just as I was about to answer, Rhys’s call came through. Cesar glanced at the caller ID: “It’s Dr. Rowe calling. Go ahead and take it here.” I pressed the speakerphone button, and Rhys’s voice came through: “Where are you right now? Come to Edith’s place immediately.” “I’m doing a post-operative check on a patient. The heart transplant surgery was very successful,” I replied. Rhys paused for a few seconds: “You performed the surgery? He’s really lucky. His chest was opened and he lay on the operating table for forty minutes, and he’s still alive. What a shame—I was hoping to use his corpse for research.” I caught sight of Cesar’s furious expression and reminded him: “Rhys, watch your language. We’re doctors. Treating patients is our duty.” Rhys said dismissively: “What’s worth saving about these ordinary people? They have no power, no influence. Living is just a waste of social resources. The only value these people have while alive is letting us practice and improve our medical skills.” Hearing such arrogant words, I couldn’t help but gasp, and Cesar’s face turned extremely dark. Rhys, unaware of this, continued: “You upset Edith earlier and made her stomach hurt. Come apologize to her within half an hour. Oh, and Edith wants to eat food you’ve cooked, so pick up groceries on your way.” Listening to Rhys ordering me around, I said coldly: “The patient just had surgery. I need to stay here for observation in case of complications.” Rhys didn’t expect me to refuse and said angrily: “No matter how dangerous his condition is, could it be more important than Edith not getting her meal? The surgery’s done anyway. Even if he really dies, that’s just his fate. Don’t make me say it twice—come here now!” Looking at the disconnected call, I felt deeply disappointed. I never imagined that in Rhys’s eyes, ordinary people’s lives were worth absolutely nothing. Cesar was equally furious and said angrily: “For the sake of his mistress, he abandons a patient on the operating table. Rhys is a disgrace to the medical profession!” Due to his excessive agitation, Cesar couldn’t help but start coughing. I quickly patted his back gently to help him: “Mr. Hodges, you just had heart transplant surgery. You absolutely cannot get angry.” Cesar calmed down: “You’re right. This kind of person isn’t worth my anger. Since Rhys thinks being a doctor makes him superior and doesn’t value ordinary people’s lives, then I’ll make sure he can’t be a doctor anymore.” He looked at his assistant: “Starting today, revoke Rhys’s medical license and ban him from reapplying for life.”

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When he found his urologist to be his brother’s fiancée – the first beauty in the country, he panicked and tried to escape, only to be gently caressed by her, “You know, your brother is impotent. And you…” With that she bent down, staring at the unusual bulge of his manhood. “You are so sensitive.” Then she swallowed the tip deep, down her throat. *** Ethan Shaw sat in the hospital waiting room, his knuckles tapping lightly against his knee as his gaze remained fixed on the examination room door. He was here for a pre-employment physical. With top grades in his year, he had finally landed a summer internship at a listed company—only to be stalled by a so-called “private examination” at the hospital. “Ethan Shaw.” The door opened, and a voice called out—cool, crisp, and emotionless. He looked up—and froze. Standing at the door was a woman in a white lab coat. Her figure was graceful, her features sharply refined, her skin nearly translucent in its fairness. That face—he knew it too well. Vivian Reed. His brother Ryan’s fiancée. Ryan, the so-called eldest son of the Shaw family, was in fact just the bastard child of their father’s long-time mistress. “Come in,” Vivian said without even glancing at him, her tone all businesslike. Maybe she didn’t recognize him. After all, he’d grown up in boarding schools and only started coming home on weekends since entering college. But he knew her. He knew her so well, it ached. He even kept a hidden photo of her in his drawer. She was, after all, the most beautiful woman in the country. Ethan stiffened and stepped into the exam room, perching awkwardly on the examination bed. Sweat slicked his palms. His entire body was taut—like a live wire. “Take off your pants. I need to perform a peripheral check,” Vivian said calmly as she pulled on a pair of gloves. Ethan’s face flushed deep red. “C-Can I… ask for another doctor?” “Why?” She looked up, her eyes cool and unreadable. “I’m the attending physician. Are you questioning my credentials?” Gritting his teeth, Ethan closed his eyes and complied. As the exam progressed, the air between them grew thick, charged. Her gloved fingers brushed over the sensitive tip of his length—clinical, or intentional? He couldn’t tell. Just as his heart felt ready to burst out of his chest, he heard a soft laugh escape her lips. “So sensitive.” His eyes snapped open—Vivian was staring straight at his aroused shaft, an unreadable glint in her gaze. Admiration? Curiosity? “You—” He moved to cover himself, but she caught his wrist in a swift, practiced motion. “Don’t move,” she murmured. “We’re not done yet.” Then, slowly—deliberately—she peeled off her gloves and reached out with bare hands. One wrapped around his flushed tip. The other fondled the swollen sac below with a practiced touch. “P-Please… stop…” Ethan gasped, already at his limit. But the next second shattered whatever control he had left. Vivian Reed bent down—and took him into her mouth. … Shame and disbelief nearly drove Ethan mad. When the exam finally ended, he scrambled to put on his pants and rushed out of the hospital like he was fleeing a crime scene. His heart pounded like a drum all the way home. But just as he dropped his backpack, he froze. He found something buried inside—a white lace panty, still carrying her familiar scent. He sat dazed on the edge of his bed, mind blank. When he stepped into the shower and looked into the mirror, he caught sight of a faint love bite on his neck. “Shit…” he hissed, biting back a groan as he remembered the way her fingers had brushed over his Adam’s apple. His body burned with heat, a confusing blend of rage, shame… and desire. He knew this was wrong. She was his brother’s fiancée. But those eyes— They had dared him. Mocked him. Vivian Reed, are you out of your mind? After the shower, he stepped out with a towel around his neck—only to hear Ryan’s voice from the living room: “Ethan, I heard you went for a physical today? What’s the matter—something wrong down there? Want me to recommend a urologist?” Ryan lounged on the sofa, legs arrogantly crossed, smirking like a victorious fox. “I’m perfectly fine,” Ethan said coldly. “Tsk, such a temper.” Ryan sneered. “Don’t forget—you’re living and eating off the Shaw family. Or more precisely, off my mom and dad.” Ethan clenched his jaw and said nothing. Ever since his mother died ten years ago, everything had changed. His home was no longer his. His father was no longer his father. That mistress and her bastard son had moved in. His mother’s portrait was taken down. His room was given to Ryan. He was sent to boarding school. And the Shaw Group’s shares? Transferred entirely to Ryan. He was nothing but a living, breathing nobody. “Oh, by the way,”Ryan said lazily, “my fiancée will be at tonight’s dinner. Try not to embarrass yourself.” Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. Images from this morning flashed before his eyes—and his pants tightened again. Does she even know I’m her future brother-in-law?

The night was heavy and still as the gates of the Shaw estate slowly opened. Vivian Reed stood at the entrance, holding a box of tonic supplements in her hand, a perfectly measured smile resting on her lips. It was Ethan who opened the door. Their eyes met—and for a moment, time stopped. The air thickened, as if someone had seized it by the throat. But she only tilted her head slightly, her voice polite and distant. “Hello, may I ask if tonight’s family dinner is being held here?” Her tone was calm, unhurried, as clear and detached as a stranger’s. Ethan’s throat bobbed, his fingers tightening against the doorframe. He gave a low “Mm,” and stepped aside. “Come in.” As she passed by, her fingertips brushed across the back of his hand. It wasn’t accidental—it felt deliberate, as if to drag him back into the chaos of the morning. The dinner had already begun. “Vivian, come sit next to Ryan,” Ethan’s stepmother Karen said warmly, pulling her toward the long table. She sat beside Ryan Shaw, gently serving him food and pouring his wine, smiling with the gentle ease of the perfect fiancée—at least, in the eyes of others. Ethan’s father Victor Shaw watched the loving pair with satisfaction, nodding in approval. Only Ethan sat across from the scene, like an invisible figure in a family portrait. He spaced out and dropped his fork, bending down to pick them up. And then he froze. Beneath the tablecloth, Vivian’s legs were crossed, her skirt had ridden high, and she wasn’t wearing any underlayers. That flash of white nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. Her red-soled heels dangled slowly, teasingly. Ethan’s pupils contracted. His heartbeat erupted in his chest. He stood abruptly, feigning calm. But then, under the table, her foot slid forward—brushing against his knee. He froze. She, however, went on as if nothing had happened, picking up a bite of food and smiling sweetly. “Ryan doesn’t like scallions. I remembered.” Ryan ruffled her hair fondly and chuckled. “Vivian’s always so thoughtful.” The others burst out laughing, teasing them. Ethan, though, felt like he was sitting on needles, his breath catching. Under the table, her foot continued to brush deeper, against his sac—soft, slow, like a snake wrapping itself around its prey. No one else noticed. Vivian turned her head slightly to glance at him, her lips curling into a subtle smile. What the hell is this woman playing at? Just as Ethan clenched his jaw and was about to stand, Victor Shaw raised his wine glass and stood up: “Everyone, since we’re all here tonight, I’d like to share some wonderful news—” The room went quiet. Victor spoke with ceremony: “Vivian and Ryan were promised to each other as children by our two families. Now that they’re of age, it’s time to formalize the union. I’ve decided—next month, at Old Mr. Reed’s birthday banquet—we’ll host their engagement ceremony. A double celebration.” “Wonderful!” Applause broke out. Vivian lowered her gaze, smiled faintly. She neither agreed nor declined. But in that moment, something dimmed in her eyes. Ethan’s heart sank. This engagement had originally been arranged for him by his late mother, Grace Sinclair, before she passed. But after he’d been sent to boarding school, Victor publicly announced that Ryan was the eldest son of the Shaw family—and the future heir to the Shaw Corporation. Even the engagement had been reassigned—from Ethan to Ryan. Vivian had only been four at the time—already a bargaining chip in this powerful alliance. — Later that night. Ethan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. All he could think about was the feel of her foot brushing against his lower part. Frustrated, he got up, threw on a jacket, and stepped out to use the bathroom. As he walked along the second-floor hallway, he heard faint sounds ahead—from Ryan’s room. The door was ajar. He hadn’t meant to look—but curiosity, and a restless urge he couldn’t name—made him stop in his tracks. He leaned in slightly. Inside, the lights were dim. Vivian was kneeling on the carpet, her shoulders bare, hair in disarray, a trace of blood on her lips. Ryan stood in front of her, grabbing her chin as he shouted, “Were you trying to seduce my brother during the toast just now?!” “I wasn’t,” she said hoarsely. “You’re being paranoid.” “You’d better not be playing games with me. Or I’ll send those photos of you to the press—” Before he finished, a harsh slap landed on her cheek, snapping her head to the side. Ethan’s mind went blank. His fists clenched tight, knuckles cracking. Bang—he kicked the door open with one furious punch.

“Stop!” Ethan Shaw burst through the door, yanking Ryan’s hand away and shielding Vivian Reed, who was trembling on her knees, behind him. A flicker of shock crossed Vivian’s bruised face—her lip split and eyes wide with disbelief. Ryan’s face twisted instantly. “What the fuck are you doing?!” “Are you insane? She’s your fiancée, not your punching bag!” Ethan was furious, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, barely restraining himself from losing control. The commotion had woken the entire Shaw estate. Lights snapped on. Footsteps thundered upstairs. Soon, Victor Shaw, his second wife Karen, and the servants all rushed to the scene. “What’s going on?” Victor frowned. “What is all this noise in the middle of the night?” Ryan sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Dad, he barged in while I was with Vivian and acted like a dick.” “Bullshit!” Ethan roared. Ryan pressed on, fueling the fire. “If you don’t believe me, ask her. He’s been staring at her all night. Something’s clearly wrong with him.” Ryan’s mother Karen threw her arms around him. “Oh, Ryan, stop—your brother has always been jealous of you. Now he wants to steal your fiancée too? It’s disgusting.” Ethan’s chest heaved with rage. All logic burned away. “That’s not true! Ethan didn’t—!” Vivian tried to speak, but Ryan jerked her toward him. The look in his eyes was a silent, cruel warning: one word, and those photos—the ones that could ruin her—would be everywhere. And then Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “Jealous of you? Of course I am. From the moment you and your mother moved in, you became the eldest son—I became nothing. You got the master bedroom, I got the storage closet. The walls are full of your happy family photos. I’m not even allowed one picture of my mom.” He turned to his father, stepped closer, eyes burning. “No one knows she was the legal wife. That woman with you now? is just a cheap streetwalker.” “That’s enough!” Victor snapped, and without warning, slapped Ethan hard across the face. Smack! The sound echoed like a thunderclap. Silence fell over the hallway. Ethan’s head jerked to the side. For a moment, his ears rang and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. “You’re ruthless. Do you even remember my mother?” “If you dare stir up trouble again—get out of my house!” Victor growled through clenched teeth. Ethan didn’t argue. He just chuckled—soft, cold, and hollow. He glanced at Vivian, whose wrist was still gripped by Ryan. In his eyes: regret. And shame. Regret for losing temper towards someone who doesn’t give a fuck about him at all. Shame for being humiliated like this in front of the woman he liked since young. “Fine. I’ll leave.” Just as he was about to storm off— “Wait—” Vivian broke free from Ryan’s grasp, ran to Ethan, and whispered, “The engagement party… ten days from now. You have to come.” Ethan looked at her—a girl so small, so fragile—and gave a faint nod. Then he walked out without another word, into the pounding storm. — Ethan sat on the front steps, rain soaking his hair, lashes, and open wounds. He looked like a discarded child—battered, abandoned, and completely alone. “Mom!” he cried out into the storm. The image of her dying face flashed in his mind. Her hand on his cheek, her voice gentle: “Don’t worry, Ethan. He’ll find you one day.” But Ethan never understood what she meant—even after she was gone. The one person who had truly loved him, gone forever. Then, through the downpour, blinding headlights pierced the night. A convoy of black sedans rolled to a stop before him. Car doors opened in unison. Dozens of men in black suits stepped out with military precision, cold and composed. The man leading them held a black umbrella. He approached Ethan, bowed respectfully. “Young master. The Godfather requests your return.” Ethan looked up. His eyes were cold as steel, rain streaking down his face like tears.

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Prologue To cure my adopted younger brother’s depression, Chandra Thorn-my childhood sweetheart and fiancée who grew up with me in the orphanage—chose to betray me. She secretly registered her marriage with him. Not long after, my brother inherited all of my birth parents’ private hospitals and pharmaceutical companies. In a fit of rage, I agreed to a marriage alliance with Winona Lowell, heiress to a California real estate empire. On our wedding day, she confessed tearfully that she had loved me for 14 years in silence and had finally waited long enough to call me hers. After the wedding, I brought along my beloved Steinway piano and moved into the Beverly Hills villa under Winona’s name, cutting off all contact with the Xander family. For the next seven years, I spoiled her to the bone. We spent every night entangled in passion, and she clung to me as if starved for touch. The world saw her as a ruthless businesswoman, but only I knew she couldn’t fall asleep without me in her arms. Even when traveling for business, she insisted on video calling me before bed. I truly believed I had finally found happiness. Until one night, after we made love, I went to the bathroom to clean up—only to accidentally overhear her on a phone call with her bestie on the balcony: “Yvon is back in LA and opening a new medical lab. You’re still not divorcing Evan?” Winona’s voice drifted in through the door, laced with a contempt I’d never heard before. “You think I enjoy screwing him? Though I’ll admit, his pianist fingers aren’t bad…” “In the end, it’s just being with someone you don’t love. What’s the difference? And I need to keep an eye on him. I can’t let him threaten what Yvon worked so hard to inherit.” My hands shook as I opened her study computer. In a hidden folder labeled “Lab M”, I found over a hundred thousand photos of Yvon Xander. • “White coat close-up from med school graduation.” • “Candid from international medical forum.” The most recent one was taken just last week—while she was supposedly on a business trip. In the corner of the image, her signature red nail polish was unmistakable. There were also a hundred unsent love letters. If I still refused to see the truth, then I truly deserved to be deceived. I bought a synthetic corpse online and set a fire. From this day forward, not even death would reunite us. *** I cleared the fogged-up mirror and stared at my pale face and bloodshot eyes. Water droplets slid down the ends of my hair. The scent of Winona’s perfume still clung to my skin, mingling with the mint of the body wash—a strange, almost eerie harmony. “Evan, need a towel?” Her voice came through the door, drowsy and satisfied from what we’d just done. “No, I’m good. Almost done.” My knuckles whitened as I pressed down on the edge of the sink. Fifteen minutes ago, we were still tangled together in the bedroom of the Beverly Hills mansion she owned. Winona had been unusually passionate today, her nails raking red lines across my back like she needed proof I was real. Today marked our seventh wedding anniversary. I thought it was her way of showing love. Until I overheard her conversation with her best friend. Winona stood on the balcony, her back to me, phone pressed to her ear, city lights of Los Angeles glittering in the dark. “Of course I know—Yvon gets back LA today.” My steps froze. “You think I actually enjoy screwing him?…” She lowered her voice gradually, but each word stabbed into me like a blade. The doorframe creaked beneath my hand. She turned at the sound. “Evan? Is that you…?” I’d already slipped back into the bathroom and locked the door. The man in the mirror stared back at me—eyes red, lips twitching in silent tremors. So this was the truth. Seven years of marriage. Fourteen years of secret love. All of it—lies. She’d never loved me. It was always Yvon Xander—the man my father adopted as my “brother”. I cranked the faucet to full. Ice-cold water blasted down my body. The roar drowned everything else, except the shards of memory stabbing into my mind like broken glass— The glances she exchanged with Yvon at every family gathering. How she always left the room when I played “Mariage d’Amour.” The way her gaze burned through the veil on our wedding day—aimed not at me, but at the best man. Seven years ago, when my fiancée Chandra Thorn chose Yvon over me, I thought I’d lost everything. Then Winona appeared, promising to erase all my pain. How ironic. The two women I trusted most… both chose Yvon. I turned off the water, dried myself off. By the time I opened the bathroom door, I’d already put on the perfect mask. Winona sat at the edge of the bed, hands clenched, knuckles white. She looked up. “Just now, I—” “What were you talking about with friend?” I cut her off, voice calm as I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a robe. I turned around—and met her perfectly painted smile. “Nothing important…” She had stood on the balcony for quite a while. Now, after warming up indoors, she cautiously wrapped her arms around me from behind. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” “Waiting for you, so we can sleep together.” She rubbed my back with her full breasts. That familiar softness, that warmth I used to treasure—now it only made my heart ache. For seven years, I had adored her. Spoiled her. In the circles of California’s elite, everyone knew Winona Lowell was madly in love with her classical pianist husband. She once said she’d fallen for me at first sight. That she’d secretly loved me for fourteen years. At our wedding, she cried while confessing she never imagined I would actually marry her. She knew everything about my past. She used her family’s influence to fight against Chandra Thorn after she left me, and even tried to sabotage Yvon’s pharmaceutical ventures for my sake. She said she resented anyone who’d ever hurt me. She played her part so well—better than any Oscar-winning actress. She always liked to call me Evan right before she came — but the tone was always… off. I used to think it was just her voice trembling from pleasure. But looking back now, I’m afraid she was calling my brother’s name — Yvon — all along. I looked down and quietly unclenched my fist, smoothing the veins rising on my hand. She didn’t notice. She kept talking. “Your brother opened a new lab in LA. The government’s hosting a ceremony in two days. Stay home with me, okay? I don’t want you running into him and getting upset.” I silently counted—this was at least the hundredth time she’d come up with an excuse to keep me from attending public events. I used to think she was just possessive, loving me too much. So I tolerated everything. At the peak of my music career, I chose to retire early. I distanced myself from the pharmaceutical world, even though I had a more advanced medical license than Yvon—and a degree in business management on top of it. Now I know—it was all to clear the path for him. “I’ve got a meeting with Tina tomorrow,” I said casually. “She asked me to perform at her promotion ceremony in three days. I promised I’d go.” “That Tina looks at you like she wants to eat you alive. I’m worried she’s after your good looks.” She even pretended to be jealous. She knew I never cared for fame or fortune, only classical piano. And I was good at it. I once told her: playing at the Burbank Music Hall was my dream. Tina’s ceremony would be held there—in just three days. Tina was both a fan and a friend. She had invited me specially. But Yvon always mocked my music, and Winona used that to her advantage. She’d repeatedly guilt me into quitting, claiming she feared female groupies would try to seduce me. When I didn’t respond, she pouted slightly, “Honey, can’t you just give me a little more reassurance? There will always be parties, but our time together is what really matters, isn’t it?” I forced a smile. “Don’t worry. On that day, I’ll give you a surprise gift.” The freshly changed sheets smelled faintly of lavender. I picked up my phone and pulled up the floor plan for the concert hall. Burbank Music Hall. Wooden architecture. Outdated electrical systems. A perfect venue. My fingers swiped across the screen, marking key spots. The fuse box beneath the piano. The curtain control rigs. The backstage emergency exits. A plan was forming—A fire spectacular enough to make headlines, yet harmless to others. I glanced at her sleeping face, peaceful and sated. And in my heart, I whispered— Just three more days, Winona. Then I’ll disappear from your world—forever.

Two days later, I attended the opening ceremony of the laboratory that Yvon Xander had invested in. Winona linked her arm with mine as we entered, and all eyes turned toward us — the perfect pairing of California’s real estate queen and her pianist husband. “Mr. Xander!” Tina waved at me, beside her, Yvon smiled brightly. Tina Thompson, Director of California’s Urban Planning Department, , was an audience I saved at my solo recital six months ago. She had suffered a sudden heart attack, and I had used my trained emergency skills to pull her back from death. Today she wore a crisp white suit, her blonde hair pinned up—a striking contrast to the sea of evening gowns. “Mr. Xander,” she took my hand, her blue eyes sincere as she leaned in to whisper, “The development permit for that land has been approved. Mrs. Xander’s project can move forward on schedule.” I was surprised. “So soon?” “Well, you did save my life.” She chuckled softly, “Plus, the project really does have great potential.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Winona being introduced by Yvon to several investors. “Winona is really lucky,” Tina said, her voice lowering as she leaned in just slightly. Her eyes locked onto mine—bold, admiring, and unmistakably suggestive. “To have a man like you—talented, loyal… and so incredibly perfect.” I felt the weight of her gaze, intense enough to make my throat tighten. I looked away, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. There was no point in telling her the land was my last gift to Winona. Yvon stepped forward. “What’s got you and Tina so happy?” he asked with a grin. Winona’s gaze flickered between Tina and me, her red lips pressing into a thin line. “I was praising Mr. Xander’s piano talents,” Tina said with a smile. “He’s invited to support me at my promotion ceremony tomorrow.” Yvon sighed dramatically, “Evan’s talent? Sure, he’s got plenty of that — just a shame it can’t make any fortune.”He cast a glance at Winona, “Good thing someone’s willing to keep him fed.” The banquet hall fell silent for a few seconds. Winona stared at her champagne flute, saying nothing. Tina raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly, “The value of one Chopin piece he plays could buy you ten hospitals.” Yvon’s face darkened immediately. Winona suddenly looked up, a flicker of emotion I couldn’t read flashing in her eyes. “Excuse me.” I set down my glass and turned away. I’d seen this act too many times over the past seven years—Yvon publicly belittling me, Winona silently allowing it, and the same old crowd laughing at the pianist’s ‘useless talent.’ The cold wind on the terrace blew away some of the alcohol’s haze. I heard the sound of heels behind me. Thinking it was Winona, I turned — but it was Tina. “Need any help?” She offered me a cigarette. I shook my head. “Only if you can give me a new identity,” I joked half-seriously. Tina’s blue eyes deepened under the moonlight. “Serious?” I froze, realizing this might be my chance. “After tomorrow’s recital… I might need to vanish for a while.” She didn’t ask why, only nodded, “Give me 24 hours.” A joyful scream suddenly burst from the banquet hall. Through the glass doors, I saw Winona almost throw herself into Yvon’s arms, visibly moved, while Yvonne waved exaggeratedly to show that it was nothing. “Mr. Xander?” Tina looked at my pale face with concern. “I’m fine.” I forced a smile. “I need to prepare for tomorrow’s recital. Excuse me.” I made my escape, heading straight for the outdoor parking lot. Cold rain lashed the car roof as I slipped into it. Winona seemed displeased and followed me into the car. The moment the door clicked shut, she lunged at me—pressing me against the driver’s seat with a fierce kiss. Her fingers slid to the back of my neck, tracing the small mole there like she was reclaiming a brand. Her eyes narrowed, a glint of anger flashing beneath their half-lowered lids. “Evan Xander, you’ll only ever belong to me.” She provocatively unbuckled my belt and straddled me, about to kiss me again, when her phone vibrated. A message popped up. I glanced at the number — Yvon’s. “I forgot I still have clients to entertain…” she said smoothly, flawless in her act. I stared at her perfectly composed face, every inch a performance — then sank my teeth into her collarbone with sudden fury. Emotions like a taut string about to snap. I grabbed her neck from behind, flipped her roughly onto the leather seat. Her eyes widened, no time to resist before I crushed her with a violent kiss. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a devouring. She whimpered and struggled, but I only pressed harder, knuckles turning red as I clenched. My knee pried her legs apart firmly. I plunged in, deep and unrelenting, again and again—piercing, crushing, like I was breaking her lies with every thrust. Pain furrowed her brows, yet she gasped and gave in, hips lifted instinctively, trembling with every thrust. Outside, cold rain drummed on the car window, but inside, a burning burial raged. Before the final climax, I whispered into her ear: “This is the last time.” She paused, seemingly not understanding. Then her purse lit up. I froze, instantly pulling away and buckling my belt. I didn’t look at her again. It took a while for Winona to come back to herself. She parted her lips to ask something—then her phone rang again. She paused, then rasped, “I have to get back to the banquet.” And with that, she adjusted her gown and left. **** At three a.m., Beverly Hills was eerily silent. I stood motionless in the center of the bedroom. My suitcase lay open on the bed, packed with only essentials: passport, cash, and that original Chopin score. My phone lit up — a message from Winona: “Yvon helped me secure that land. I have to entertain a few government officials tonight. Don’t wait up.” My fingers hovered over the screen for a long time, but I didn’t reply. Yvon had sunk to shameless depths—I sneered, but wasn’t surprised. After all, he’d impersonated me more than once. Outside, Los Angeles still glittered—a sleepless city that never dims for anyone’s departure. I picked up the photo on the nightstand: Winona, leaning on my shoulder during our Maldives honeymoon, smiling as if nothing would ever change. “It was all a show from the start…” I tossed the photo into the trash and turned to the safe behind the wardrobe. Inside lay my final card — a share certificate for 3% of Xander Pharmaceuticals, quietly transferred to me by my father on my twentieth birthday. Even Yvon never knew it existed. Just as I was zipping up my suitcase, my phone buzzed. A message from Yvon — a photo of Winona, kneeling by his bed in nothing but a shirt, holding a bowl of sobering soup. [Thanks for training Winona so well, big brother.] And another line of text, [By the way, check the safe in her study. Surprise awaits.] I went straight to the study. The safe was hidden behind an original Monet. What was the code? Our wedding date? No. Yvon’s birthday? I tried—and it opened immediately. Inside, among some documents, lay a velvet box. Opening it revealed a pair of platinum rings glittering under the light — similar in style to mine and Winona’s wedding bands but engraved inside with “W&I 4ever.” My phone started vibrating relentlessly. Yvon’s texts came flooding in like snowflakes: [Did you know Winona’s always loved me?] [Her marriage to you was just to stop you from stealing my inheritance!] [She said the only way she could fuck you was by imagining you were me.] [She was too excited on my bed tonight, so she’s a bit sleepless. I gave her medicine. Tomorrow, during your recital, she’ll probably still be in my bed. She won’t even show up. Evan Xander, everything that belongs to you will become mine — including Winona.] I slammed my phone against the wall, shards scattering. The cracked screen reflected my twisted face… I took a deep breath. Then another. Anger would ruin the carefully laid plans. As the first morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, my heart was cold again — sharp as a surgeon’s blade. I took out the SIM card, snapped the phone in two, and threw the pieces into the trash.

The sound of the suitcase snapping shut echoed sharply in the silence. I left the signed divorce papers under Winona’s favorite champagne glass, pressing them down. In the dim light before dawn, I drove toward the Burbank Concert Hall. There was still fog ahead, but it didn’t matter. I’ve always made it through to the morning. The concert hall lights glowed like a haze through the rainy night. “Are you sure about this?” Tina asked over the phone. “Faking your death is a felony.” I glanced at the mannequin in the dressing room, dressed identically in my performance suit. “Worse than pretending to love someone for seven years?” I replied. Winona’s betrayal and Yvon’s mocking laughter last night still echoed in my mind. Backstage was deserted. It took me two hours to set everything up—the timed ignition device, scattered traces of life in the dressing room. Everything had to be perfect, just like every note I’ve ever played. By noon, the staff had begun to arrive. I lay backstage, feigning rest, while carefully tracking everyone’s movements—the stage manager, lighting crew, security—memorizing every location to ensure no one would be hurt in the fire. Tina had planted her people with the fire and police departments. Once the fire broke out, the “corpse” would be reduced to something beyond recognition. “Mr. Xander, you look pale,” the young makeup artist said, concern in her eyes. “Just nerves,” I forced a smile. “Today’s program is… demanding.” Especially the last piece: Funeral March. A requiem for dead love, dead trust, and the soon-to-be-dead Evan Xander. By 6 p.m., the audience began to file in. I stood backstage, peeking through a gap in the curtain at the growing crowd. At precisely 7 o’clock, the performance was set to begin. “Five minutes, Mr. Xander,” the stage manager whispered. I nodded, adjusting the platinum tie clip Winona gave me three days ago—the anniversary gift. Ironically, it would be the key identifier on my “body.” “Mr. Xander? It’s time.” The stagehand’s voice pulled me back. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. All 700 seats were filled under the glow of the spotlight. Bow. Sit. The moment my fingers touched the keys, the world fell silent. They danced across the keyboard while my soul floated above it all, watching the farewell like a ghost. Moonlight Sonata mourned, Revolutionary Etude raged, Mariage d’Amour wept—each one telling a chapter of my life. Before the final piece, I glanced into the audience. In the VIP section, Tina sat alone, nodding slightly, her blue eyes shining with unease under the dim light. “The next piece is Chopin’s Funeral March,” I said into the mic, my voice echoing through the hall. “Dedicated to all that once was beautiful… and is no more.” The first note fell. A soft click came from inside the piano. The timer had started. In three minutes, the flames would rise. The music surged like a tide, each note peeling back my wounds, raw and bleeding. By the second movement, I smelled smoke. People began to shift, uneasy—but the music still held them captive. Third movement. A thread of smoke rose from beneath the piano. —Time to go. “Fire!” someone finally screamed. Chaos erupted instantly. I kept playing until the flames licked the piano lid. Fire shot up from the stage like a monster unchained. “Mr. Xander! Get out!” a stagehand grabbed my arm. Tina stood still. Our eyes met. She gave the faintest nod. “My sheet music!” I shouted, feigning panic. “It’s still in there!” I broke free and ran back into the flames. I darted backstage through the smoke and pressed the platinum tie clip into the mannequin’s plastic finger joints. Then I slipped out the side exit—just as planned. Tina’s car was already waiting. Behind me, the dome of the concert hall began to collapse, firelight swallowing the LA’s skyline. A black sedan pulled up to the alley on cue. I slid into the backseat. The driver said nothing, just handed me an envelope. A new passport. New name: Victor Ducrest. Swiss-American. “To the airport,” I rasped. “Don’t look back.” As we drove off, the fire truck sirens wailed through the city. I rolled down the window and tossed my phone into a passing garbage truck. Let it all turn to ash. At Yvon’s villa, Winona slept deeply, unaware of it all. Calls from the Lowell family’s butler kept lighting up her screen. She grunted and silenced them in her sleep. After a dozen attempts, she finally stirred, sensing something was wrong. “What is it?” “Miss… Mr. Xander—he… the piano caught fire during the concert… He was burned alive!” “We tried everything, but… it was too late.”

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The day I received my study abroad permit, my husband, Colonel Alex Grant, was diagnosed with cancer. He begged me to give up my spot so he could live. “Leila,” he said, “only Molly’s father can cure my illness. His only condition is that Molly takes your place to study abroad. I’m not afraid of death, but without me, how will you and Freya survive?” Looking at Alex’s bloodshot eyes, I abandoned my studies and devoted myself to caring for him and our daughter. Yet three Christmases later, his beloved Molly Curtis returned from her studies abroad, and Alex embraced her with a kiss. “Leila is such a fool,” he said. “I’ve been faking my illness for three Christmases, and she never caught on. Thankfully she earned enough money so you didn’t have to work while studying.” Our daughter Freya Grant happily jumped into her arms, calling her “Mom.” I was completely shocked, and in my daze, I crashed into an oncoming truck. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to Christmas 1980, the day I received my study abroad permit. Just after getting the permit, my husband Alex hugged me and began to cry. “Leila, the doctors say I have cancer and don’t have long to live. How will you and Freya manage?” He looked utterly vulnerable. “I’m not afraid to die, but I’m worried about you and Freya!” Suppressing my disgust, I patted his back to comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take good care of Freya.” Alex froze. “Why aren’t you upset at all?” I deliberately put on a sad face and sighed, “What good would being upset do? This is fate. I got the opportunity to study abroad, but you’re going to die. How unfortunate.” Alex’s expression turned awkward. “Actually, there is a way to cure my illness. Molly’s father is an expert in this field. He can cure me. But his only condition is that Molly takes your place to study abroad.” He finally revealed his true purpose. In my previous life, he hadn’t been so quick to tell me all this because as soon as I heard about his cancer diagnosis, I panicked and immediately borrowed money for his treatment, begging others to find doctors to save him. As a result, I fell into their carefully crafted web of lies. Alex made me surrender my study permit so his first love, Molly, could take my place abroad. To save him, I had to give up my dream of studying overseas and devoted my heart and soul to our family. From that day on, I lost everything. Because of his illness, I borrowed a large sum of money from friends and family. For the next three Christmases, I worked multiple jobs to pay off the debt. But in the 80s, money wasn’t easy to come by. I had to work tirelessly at three factories every day. In reality, that money became Molly’s tuition for studying abroad and spending money for their family’s entertainment. Only before my death did I discover how completely I had been fooled. After being reborn, I would never let these people control me again. My six-year-old daughter Freya ran over and hugged Alex. “Daddy, I want Molly to be my mom. Can we go out with mom? She said she’d buy me candy!” Alex’s expression changed instantly. He quickly said, “Don’t talk nonsense! Molly is not your mother.” He glanced at me cautiously. “Leila, don’t overthink it. Molly’s just been so good to her that she misspoke. Freya doesn’t have many relatives, and Molly likes her. That’s a good thing.” I laughed inwardly. Without Alex’s encouragement behind my back, how could Freya have become so close to Molly? So he had been secretly letting Freya call Molly “mom” all along. But none of it mattered anymore. Alex and Freya both had someone they preferred, which was certainly for the best. Freya said dejectedly, “But Daddy, you told me to call her mom.” “Shut up!” Alex snapped. Freya jumped in fright, then ran away crying. In the past, I would have chased after her to comfort her, telling her Alex didn’t mean to yell and that he loved her. But now, I remained unmoved, coldly watching as she tripped over the doorstep and cried even louder. I would not keep an ungrateful child.

Three days later, I’ll be heading to California with my study permit, boarding a flight to my dream school. I ignored both of them and took all the necessary documents to my supervisor Caleb’s office to submit the divorce paperwork. Alex’s special status meant that a normal divorce procedure wouldn’t work. I wrote several pages of applications, documenting Alex and Molly’s inappropriate relationship in meticulous detail. Caleb had long noticed their unusual relationship and just sighed. “Ms. Welch, your studies abroad are also for work purposes. Don’t worry, we’ll definitely approve your divorce.” When I returned home to pack my things after completing the paperwork, Alex came back with Freya. Freya had stopped crying and was carrying a pretty transparent bag filled with various candies. I remembered Molly had bought her these candies several times before. She deliberately criticized me in front of Freya, “Leila, you’re too strict with Freya. It’s normal for children to like candy. Having a few occasionally won’t hurt.” At the time, I didn’t want to create an awkward situation, so I said nothing in front of Molly. After she left, I took away all the candy and advised Freya to eat less sweets to prevent cavities. But Molly had influenced her too deeply, and she became increasingly resistant to my restrictions. When Freya saw me, she seemed to remember all the candy I had confiscated and quickly hid the bag behind her back. I frowned instinctively. “You already have so many bad teeth. Why are you still eating so much candy?” Alex said, “Freya was crying earlier, so we bought some candy to cheer her up.” I regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth. No wonder Freya wasn’t close to me since she was little. Alex always compromised. Moreover, Molly indulged her completely. Children can’t distinguish right from wrong, so naturally they think whoever spoils them is the good person. Sure enough, after meeting my eyes, Freya boldly shouted, “You’re a bad mom! Don’t try to take my candy! Molly is better! Molly is my real mom! I hate you!” People say children’s words are childish and funny, but sometimes a child’s words can be the most hurtful. I calmly said, “Then you can go to Molly from now on. I’m going abroad, and no one will take care of you. Let Molly be your mother from now on.” Freya pouted and threw herself into Alex’s arms, crying loudly. “Daddy, she’s a bad mom! She doesn’t want me anymore!” “Leila, stop talking nonsense!” Alex frowned and scolded me angrily. “Freya is only six years old. She doesn’t understand anything! How can you say such harsh things to her?” Looking coldly at their deep affection, I suddenly pictured my past life where Alex held Freya in one arm and embraced Molly with the other. That was truly a harmonious family of three. I sneered, “Without your indulgence, how could Freya possibly be so dependent on Molly? Alex, isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for? Don’t you want Molly to replace me as Freya’s mother and your wife?” Alex instantly became furious and shouted, “Do you have to fight with me over something so trivial? Do you have to be so harsh to a six-year-old child? “And you absolutely must study abroad, right? You don’t care at all that I might have a terminal illness, do you? “Yes, now that you have great prospects, you want to abandon me, our daughter, and this family, is that it? “Leila, you’re so selfish!” Watching him yell and judge me, trying to make me feel guilty, I found it ridiculous. “Alex, do you really have a terminal illness?” I asked. Alex opened and closed his mouth, not answering immediately. I sneered, “Why don’t we go to California together and get a re-examination at a major hospital to see if you really have a terminal illness?”

Alex was clearly flustered, but the composure he’d developed over the years quickly helped him regain his calm. “Leila, you don’t believe what I’m saying? I’m so disappointed in you!” I couldn’t tell if he was guilty or genuinely angry as he picked up Freya and left the room. I had no interest in dealing with them and continued packing my things. During our five-year marriage, I had accumulated many items, most of which were gifts from Alex, including letters he wrote before we married, overflowing with his admiration and affection for me. I kept these letters in a candy box. Now as I flipped through them one by one, looking at his familiar handwriting and the declarations of love I had memorized long ago, I still felt heartbroken. There was also a pair of dolls he brought back for me from his business trip to California, one male and one female, both incredibly cute. That night, he kissed me for the first time and promised in my ear, “Leila, I’ll love you for a lifetime, no, for lifetimes to come, I will always love you.” Yet in just five short years, his promises had already turned to nothing. His love had an expiration date of barely a thousand days. Alex used to be so good to me. When we were dating, he often took me cycling along small paths. The wind would blow his white shirt until it billowed out, the very picture of youthful freedom. When I was sick and had no appetite, he would specially go to the largest candy store in California to buy me sweets. He’d return after dark, yet still come to my doorstep that same night, offering those sweet candies to me. But all his kindness toward me completely vanished after Molly appeared. Molly was beautiful and came from a good family. A country girl like me couldn’t compare to her. Alex no longer prioritized me, no longer saw me as his only one, and no longer loved only me. These past few days, I had been slowly sorting through my belongings, packing everything related to him into a large box, which I then dragged out to the yard and threw directly into the garbage dump. On my way back, I passed a low flower wall and suddenly overheard Alex and Molly’s conversation. Molly’s voice was tearful: “Alex, can’t Leila really give up her spot for me? She doesn’t even speak German. What could she possibly do abroad? Why won’t she give up her place? Besides, doesn’t she care about your health at all? Are you that unimportant to her?” She was clearly trying to drive a wedge between us, but Alex couldn’t hear it at all. He embraced the sobbing Molly, tenderly stroking her head to comfort her: “Molly, don’t worry, I’ll figure out the study abroad situation. Leila always listens to me; she won’t go against my wishes.” Molly looked up at him with tear-filled eyes: “Really?” Alex nodded solemnly. Immediately, Molly’s eyes lit up. She wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck and kissed him on the cheek: “Alex, you’re so good to me!” Alex smiled somewhat shyly. I took a deep breath, no longer interested in watching the two of them, and walked away. That night, as I lay in bed with the lights off, nearly asleep, Alex slipped under the covers. He was shirtless as he embraced me from behind, his voice husky in my ear: “Leila, are you asleep? We haven’t made love in a long time. Tonight…”

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On Christmas Eve, my grandfather Paul Walsh’s experimental field suddenly suffered a severe pest infestation. We booked last-minute flights to handle the situation, but at the airport, we encountered celebrity Chloe Michell who had chartered the entire plane for herself. She completely ignored our requests and even had her bodyguards roughly force us off the aircraft. Not only that, but she also sneered mockingly: “Sorry, but I need to rush to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony where many fans are waiting to see me! Who do you think you are? If you died in some corner, nobody would even notice!” The airport staff actually took her side, urging us to back down: “She’s a big star with appointments to keep. Why are you making trouble? Just apologize and get out of here! Otherwise, she could crush you with one finger!” I felt both angry and incredulous. Paul was the director of a national laboratory, officially appointed to lead a major rice improvement project, yet he was being treated as insignificant by some entertainer. At that moment, a bodyguard picked up Paul’s suitcase and slammed it down violently, hitting him hard on the shoulder. He fell to the ground but still clutched tightly to the research papers that had fallen out of his suitcase. Those were the scientific proposals he had written during sleepless nights at his desk, skipping meals—the crystallization of multiple Christmases worth of hard work. I remember Paul telling me with an empty stomach but a smile on his face: “With this proposal, improved rice can yield over two hundred more pounds per acre. I want to help more people have enough to eat!” However, Chloe looked at Paul with contempt and mocked: “Look at the junk in your suitcase! Reading glasses, patched-up clothes, and some crumpled papers! Is this the standard of a so-called laboratory director? “If you’re so capable, why don’t you charter a plane like me? Why are you flying economy? Don’t lie if you can’t afford it, you shameless old man!” I was furious. Paul chose to fly economy to save money for the national scientific research fund, yet he was being slandered like this. I couldn’t help rushing forward to defend him: “This is my grandfather’s work ID. He’s in charge of a key project at a national laboratory! If you don’t believe me, you can call to verify. “We need this flight because our experimental field is suffering from a pest infestation! “If we can’t get back in time to save it, the rice will die on a massive scale, and our team’s work of over three Christmases will be destroyed, along with wasted government funding.” However, Chloe didn’t even glance at the ID and ordered her bodyguards to push me aside. She said: “Don’t come near me! I’m wearing a custom-made dress worth millions of dollars. You people can’t even afford to charter a plane—if you stain my clothes, could you pay for it? “You want to fly on the same plane as me? I bet you’re just paparazzi! Faking identities to intimidate me? No way!” Paul and I were desperate. Almost all Christmas Eve flights had already departed, with everyone returning home to reunite with their families. Yet we were forcibly removed from the last flight because Chloe had chartered it at the last minute! Paul, clutching his injured shoulder and sweating profusely, still humbly pleaded: “Young lady, you’re a big star, certainly more successful than me, able to earn big money. “But could you please show some mercy to this old man? “Please, let us board the plane! My granddaughter and I promise we won’t disturb you!” To save the rice crop and the national research results, Paul was willing to set aside his personal dignity. But Chloe remained unmoved: “No! Playing the victim won’t work. If you weren’t trying to secretly photograph me, why would you be so desperate? Can’t you just fly tomorrow?” She wouldn’t listen to any reason. With no other option, I dialed my superior’s number, hoping to request official transportation arrangements to catch up with our schedule. But as soon as I took out my phone, Chloe immediately shrieked: “She’s taking pictures of me! Smash her phone! And check if that old man is hiding a camera! “Absolutely don’t let them take photos to share online, and don’t let them contact anyone!”

My phone was slapped out of my hand by a security guard, crashing to the ground with its screen instantly cracking. The call I had just connected was abruptly cut off. Paul’s old, paint-chipped phone was stomped on even more viciously, completely destroyed beyond use. We had lost our means of contacting our superiors. Every second of delay increased the risk of the rice in the experimental field withering away. Realizing this, Paul’s voice began to tremble. “What are we going to do? The country is waiting for our results—this is the hope for so many impoverished people to have enough to eat! If we have to restart the experiment, it will take another three years. “I’m already in my seventies. How many more three-year periods do I have left in my life? I just wanted to contribute one more time to our country while I still can move around. Why is that so difficult?” Paul was in tears. Meanwhile, the airport staff around us were mocking him. Some of them had even grown up eating the rice he had helped improve. “Look at this old man, looking so shabby, actually thinking he’s some big shot? Probably just delusional. How embarrassing!” they whispered among themselves, laughing continuously. At that moment, General Manager Allan Barnes was drawn over by the commotion. He asked, “What’s going on? Why are you all gathered here?” I quickly called out, “Mr. Allan, please help us. My grandfather and I are rushing to participate in a national project. Could you possibly make an exception and arrange another flight?” But in the next second, Allan started yelling at me, “What the hell is wrong with you people? Weren’t you supposed to get Ms. Michell off the plane and escort her away? Why is she still hanging around here?” I was stunned, anger rising within me. I slammed my ID badge into Allan’s chest and furiously demanded, “Are you trying to obstruct national scientific research too? “Look carefully—my grandfather is the director of a national-level laboratory! Are you illiterate? Why don’t you make a phone call to verify?” My voice was hoarse and urgent. Allan was momentarily taken aback by my emotion and hesitantly pulled out his phone. But Chloe casually remarked, “Just forged credentials, what’s there to look at? Do you really need to verify?” Allan immediately stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sneered, “Hmph, I almost fell for your trick.” I was nearly livid with rage. Just because Chloe was a celebrity, people blindly worshipped her, even willing to turn right and wrong upside down for her! “Ms. Michell, don’t worry, I’ll drive these scammers away right now. Since she refuses to leave, the airport just got some new police dogs—big and fierce ones.” Allan picked up his walkie-talkie to call for someone to bring the dogs over. Chloe smiled with satisfaction. “Very good, Mr. Barnes. I’ll send your daughter an autographed photo of mine later. “But make absolutely sure this damn paparazzi doesn’t take any photos of me and create more negative publicity for me.” Allan bowed and scraped with even more enthusiasm. He pointed at Paul and me, saying, “Both of you, take off your clothes! I suspect you’re carrying dangerous items and need to conduct a body search!” This was utterly absurd! I hugged my arms in horror, while Paul’s eyes were filled with despair. He had dedicated his entire life to serving his country and people, pouring his heart into scientific research. Now, this professor who deserved respect was being humiliated like this. In the cold wind, Paul couldn’t help but start coughing. He was thinly dressed, having only focused on rushing to the experimental field to save the rice, forgetting even to grab a coat on his way out. Paul was old now, suffering from rheumatism developed during years of harsh rural scientific work, which caused him excruciating pain in winter. If the airport staff forced him to remove his clothes, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. “You’re going to kill my grandfather!” I cried out in anguish, standing protectively in front of Paul. But Allan impatiently urged, “Hurry up! My wife and daughter are waiting for me to come home for dinner.” He smacked his lips smugly and said, “Hey, my wife tells me the new rice we bought makes especially fragrant meals.” What he didn’t know was that the rice he was using had been developed by Paul himself. Other staff members joined in, hurling insults at us. “Damn paparazzi, hurry up and strip! I need to go see the Christmas tree lighting ceremony with my family. I’m especially looking forward to Ms. Michell’s performance…” As they cursed, they eagerly unleashed the dogs. The vicious dogs lunged wildly toward Paul and me.

I felt an excruciating pain shooting through my calf, which was now a bloody mess. The sound of gnawing teeth mingled with Paul’s desperate cries for help, but no one came to our rescue. In desperation, I had a flash of inspiration and shouted, “Murder! You’re really ruthless! Let the dogs bite harder—that’ll make the video more explosive when it gets out. By tomorrow, Chloe’s scandal will be everywhere, and you’ll all be blacklisted!” Since Chloe feared paparazzi and scandals, I decided to hit her where it hurt. Sure enough, she ordered her men to stop and pull the dogs back. She snarled through gritted teeth, “So you were taking secret photos of me! How much do you want to keep quiet? Consider it money for your coffin.” I continued my act: “Listen carefully—let me and my grandfather leave safely, and I’ll contact you later about the money. Otherwise, the video goes public immediately! “Do you think the show directors will still let you participate in the Christmas tree lighting ceremony when a scandal breaks about you bullying people? “If the event goes wrong, will your career survive?” Chloe’s face instantly turned pale. Reluctantly, she waved her hand, signaling her men to let us through. Limping with blood streaming from my feet, I roughly pushed past Allan who stood in front of us. I said, “Get out of my way! Just because you run a private airport in this small town and can close the gates doesn’t mean you’re above the law!” Paul supported me as I could barely stand, and we made our way out of the airport step by step. His eyes filled with tears, looking increasingly desperate. He said, “It’s Christmas Eve—everyone’s gone home. We can’t even flag down a car to take you to the hospital! And we can’t borrow a phone to contact headquarters for help. “Everything is ruined! It’s all ruined!” Suddenly, a car came speeding toward us, stopping right in front of us! “Lucas, what are you doing here?” Paul exclaimed. Research scientist Lucas Perkins helped Paul and me into the car while explaining. Apparently, Paul had planned to return by plane, but when his phone call suddenly disconnected and couldn’t be reached again, headquarters worried something had happened and sent Lucas, who was in a nearby county, to check on the situation at the airport. If the plane was delayed, they would arrange to requisition a courier plane, and this car would take us directly to board it. Paul, filled with guilt, said, “I’ve caused trouble for both the country and you. You probably haven’t even had time to eat.” Lucas laughed heartily, “A quick bite was enough. As researchers, we need to be ready whenever the country needs us!” Paul nodded in agreement, but as he described our experience at the airport, Lucas gripped the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. He solemnly said, “Mr. Walsh, don’t worry. My phone has been on the whole time, and headquarters has heard about your situation. They will definitely get justice for you. “Someone like Chloe who doesn’t deserve her position—and she calls herself a star? She dares to appear at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony? She’ll only pollute everyone’s eyes!” I refused Lucas’s suggestion to take me to the hospital first. The experimental field’s treatment couldn’t be delayed because of me, which would cause losses to the country. As a rice researcher, at this critical moment, the country needed my contribution more. Afterward, Lucas accompanied us onto the plane, saying official personnel would escort us upon arrival. However, two hours later when we disembarked, we happened to encounter Chloe also arriving at the airport. She spotted us immediately and shrieked, “It’s you paparazzi again! First you blackmailed me with photos, and now you’re still following me around, taking secret pictures and fabricating scandals!” Her outburst instantly drew a crowd of fans who rushed toward Paul and me. Chloe’s fans who had come to pick her up began shouting angrily. “How dare you paparazzi harass Chloe! Don’t you know she’s performing at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony tonight? Her career is about to take off!” “That’s right, no one can interfere with Chloe’s career! Let’s grab these people, search them, strip them naked, and throw them out! We absolutely cannot let those scandalous photos get leaked.” I felt utterly miserable. On a night that should be about family reunions, these people had abandoned their loved ones to blindly worship a celebrity, even becoming manipulated accomplices. I stepped forward, trying to stop them. “Back off! Or I’ll release all the dirt I have on Chloe and ruin her reputation!” But this tactic no longer worked. Chloe’s manager, Elaina Walker, attacked from behind with her bodyguards, pinning me down. Elaina coldly whispered in my ear, “Chloe wanted me to tell you that she’s already taken care of the media. Even if you gave them your footage for free, no one would report it. She was looking for someone to teach you a lesson, and here you are, delivering yourself right to us. Perfect timing—she specifically called these fans to deal with you, strip you naked, and take some photos to post online. How does that sound?” I trembled with rage, and as I struggled, the wound on my leg reopened, bleeding profusely. Paul stumbled and fell in the crowd, then got up again, desperately crawling toward me, trying to save me. Elaina snorted, “Chloe specifically instructed that if you don’t cooperate with the photos, we should beat you severely, break your limbs!” I quickly begged, “But my grandfather is an old man! He can’t withstand this kind of violence. Beat me if you must, beat me to death if you want, but please don’t hurt him!” Paul had always dreamed of seeing his improved rice varieties yield a bountiful harvest. If he couldn’t save his rice fields because of this incident, he would die with regrets. However, Chloe walked over and sneered in my ear, “So what if he’s old? I have plenty of money. I can afford a few lives.” Then she further incited her fans to attack us. “My darlings, I’ve worked so hard for many Christmases, and finally have the chance to perform at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, but my competitors hired people to take photos to smear me! But I can’t personally teach these bastards a lesson, or I’ll be accused of bullying! What should I do?” As long as Chloe didn’t act personally, everything could be blamed on her fans. And there were always some fools who acted impulsively, immediately punching and kicking Paul. Lucas tried desperately to stop them but was violently pushed down and trampled. I watched in horror as Paul was kicked to the ground, coughing continuously, while someone prepared to deliver a heavy kick to his head. I frantically broke free from the bodyguards and threw myself over Paul to protect him. In that instant, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, as if my skull was about to split open. My consciousness began to fade, but the blows continued to rain down on us like a storm, and Paul’s cries grew more agonizing. Just then, Chloe smugly announced, “Alright, I’m off to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony now.” However, the next moment, a familiar voice interrupted her—it was Sheriff Elijah Martin. He said, “Ms. Michell, you won’t be going. As a criminal, the Christmas tree lighting ceremony committee has decided to cancel your performance. You’ve harmed national scientific talent, and now you need to come with us to the police station!”

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My academically averse sister, Alayna James, suddenly decided to apply for college and convinced our parents to marry me, Sienna James, off to Colonel Dylan Webber’s son, Austin Webber, planning to use the wedding gifts to fund her education. I knew it then—she had been reborn too. In my previous life, Alayna thought education was useless and married Austin right after high school graduation, enticed by the generous gifts he offered. Later, when Austin was reassigned to Adak, Alayna refused to follow him, complaining about the harsh environment. Meanwhile, I worked my way through college, secured a stable job, and moved into the city. Alayna began accepting bribes in the military district using Dylan’s name, which led to Dylan being investigated and ultimately punished by his superiors, resulting in Ella Webber, Austin’s mother, throwing her out. After the divorce, Alayna was tricked into stock trading in Los Angeles, and when the market crashed, she lost all the money our parents, Gavin James and Natalia James, had saved. Desperate, she came after me, threatening me with a knife to hand over my savings and house, hoping to use that money to recover. In the chaos, I was stabbed twelve times and died from blood loss. When I opened my eyes again, Alayna was convincing our parents to marry me off to Austin. I gladly accepted and immediately dropped out of school. “He’s the colonel’s son! What a great opportunity. If Sienna hadn’t brought them food back then, do you think you’d have this marriage prospect?” “So what if his father is a colonel? Austin is just a recruit now. If I hurry and get into college, I can work in the city later. Finding a rich boyfriend will be much easier then.” Gavin and Natalia kept trying to persuade her, but Alayna wouldn’t listen. Ten Christmases ago, when Austin and Ella first arrived at our farm, they were emaciated and nearly dying. No one dared approach them except me, who secretly brought them food and cotton clothes in the middle of the night. Because of this, the first thing Austin and Ella did after returning to the city was to propose to my family. In my previous life, Alayna took credit for my good deed. Since it was dark, Ella couldn’t see my face clearly and only asked which family’s child I was. Gavin and Natalia insisted that it was Alayna, their favorite daughter, who had delivered the supplies. I watched helplessly as Alayna married Austin and enjoyed her moment of glory. Gavin said, “College costs money. We’re poor—how are we supposed to pay for your education?” He slammed the table in anger, making it shake. Alayna replied, “Then let Sienna marry Austin. Ask his family for more money, and that’ll cover my college tuition.” Alayna knew that marrying Austin meant following him to Adak, likely never to return, yet she deliberately pushed me into it. She walked over to my spaghetti, snatched the book from my hands, the edges of the pages painfully scraping my palm. She said, “I’ve already told the teacher to cancel your enrollment. Give me your textbooks and workbooks—you won’t need school anymore.” She was informing me, not asking for my opinion. I looked up to meet Alayna’s gaze and smiled, “Sure.” Natalia, seeing Alayna’s determination, sighed. “You really won’t listen to reason. You’ll regret this later!” Then she turned to me. “You’re getting a great deal! When you marry into the Webber family, remember to introduce boyfriends to your sister. Forget about recruits like Austin—your sister will go to college, she should marry a lieutenant at least!” Gavin and Natalia were always like this, thinking of Alayna first whenever something good happened. They felt I didn’t deserve anything. Just because when I was born, Natalia was in pain for three whole days and nearly died in childbirth. Since I was little, Gavin and Natalia called me a disaster. So whenever Alayna bullied me, Gavin and Natalia thought she was avenging them. This time, sending away the “disaster” while earning tuition money for Alayna seemed like a good deal to Gavin and Natalia. They quickly responded to the matchmaker, saying they would double the originally agreed wedding gift amount, and the marriage was settled. The matchmaker agreed while rolling her eyes. As she left, I overheard her muttering, “All this fuss over the kindness of one meal—this family has no shame!”

The Austin family received word from the matchmaker, and although reluctant, they grudgingly agreed. That evening, gifts arrived at my home. Alayna paraded around the village wearing her expensive watch, head held high with pride. Gavin and Natalia counted the $1,200 over and over again. Yet their gift to me was merely a piece of old fabric. I stayed up all night using the sewing machine the Webber family sent to quickly make a shirt and a dress. Alayna mocked me from the side: “Is this for you? You’re about to get married and won’t be part of our family anymore. If you break this sewing machine, what will my mom use to make new clothes for me?” I cut the last thread and silently returned to my room. Seeing her blank test papers spread out, a cold smile appeared on my lips. I thought, “Alayna, you have no idea how much effort it takes to study in the city.” In my previous life, because of the village’s poor education, there were no teachers who understood the SAT. Gavin and Natalia wanted me to come home and farm, but I refused to accept that fate. I persistently sought help from visiting teachers in the village. After the teachers returned to the city, no one could teach me anymore. I relied on a pair of worn-out shoes to walk four miles to town to borrow study materials. During my free time, I sat under trees, buried in books. I either worked or studied, which is how I got accepted into the city’s top university. Gavin and Natalia loved to brag, never mentioning my hard work, only claiming I got into university after barely glancing at the textbooks. Alayna actually believed them, thinking she was a genius who could easily get into college with minimal effort. She clutched my workbooks thinking they were some kind of cheat code, not realizing that without determination to endure hardship, no one could escape this dream-devouring family. Soon, the day of my wedding to Austin arrived. Austin’s parents booked a restaurant in the city. My parents had never been to the city before, and Alayna looked at their timid demeanor with disgust. She said, “This is just a small restaurant. I’ve seen much more luxurious places.” Indeed, compared to the lavish lifestyle she had lived in her previous life through bribery, this was nothing. Though modest, the wedding was properly arranged. Ella held my hand apologetically and said, “Sienna, we originally wanted to make it more elaborate, but we gathered the wedding gifts in a hurry and couldn’t afford more. Please understand.” I smiled and said it was fine, but Alayna looked dissatisfied. “People would throw money at you with just a casual request. Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be poor?” As Ella was about to retort, a commotion erupted outside the private room. Someone shouted, “Austin, don’t be stubborn! The bride’s family is all here. You can’t just call off the wedding. Where will your father put his face?” Austin wanted to back out of the marriage? Ella’s expression changed dramatically as she went to check the situation. I didn’t remember much about Austin, but he was a man of integrity. In my previous life, even when he was transferred to Adak with its harsh environment, and Alayna refused to go with him, he never complained. Later, when Alayna got into trouble for embezzling money using Dylan’s name, Austin, out of gratitude and consideration for their marriage, gave her a settlement during their divorce. He had always valued relationships and loyalty; he would never call off a wedding like this. I stared at the door of the private room as it kept opening and closing, with Austin’s friends rushing out one by one to persuade him. Through the gap in the door, I vaguely saw his face, more rugged and determined than when he was young. Austin said, “No matter what, I cannot marry this harbinger of disaster! I can repay the debt of gratitude, but this bride—I absolutely cannot marry her today!” He actually called me a “harbinger of disaster”? My heart ached sharply as a cold feeling spread through me.

Alayna burst into laughter when she heard this. “Sienna, I can’t believe your reputation as a jinx has already reached your husband’s ears!” she said. After a brief pause, she lowered her voice with a hint of mockery, “A jinx and a loser—truly a match made in heaven.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles making a slight cracking sound. Austin was pushed through the door by several friends, looking reluctant. Alayna stood up straight with her arms crossed when she saw him enter. With her tall figure, she always stood out in a crowd. However, Austin ignored everyone else, his eyes fixed only on me. I stared at his chiseled features, momentarily stunned. Up close, his handsome, stern face was even more striking than the movie stars on posters. No wonder Alayna never failed to mention how good-looking Austin was whenever she brought him up. Austin noticed the corsage on my chest that matched his boutonniere exactly, immediately realizing the bride had been switched. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he blurted out, “Why is it you? Wasn’t I supposed to marry Alayna?” Alayna, already displeased about being upstaged, didn’t hesitate to strike back. “Who would want to marry a rookie like you? You should know your place—you’re not good enough for me!” she snapped. She then smoothed her two braids, lifted her chin, and turned her face away. Austin’s expression changed slightly, clearly realizing he had said the wrong thing. I spoke calmly, “You said you wanted to marry the girl who saved you back then. That was me.” Austin’s gaze froze, his chest visibly rising and falling as he stared at me with unusual intensity, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. “I know,” he said. I widened my eyes in shock, a bold guess flashing through my mind. He continued, “I’m sorry. Let’s continue with the wedding. I want to marry her!” Everyone was confused by Austin’s reaction. Ella quickly said, “Look how excited he is! He’s completely disoriented! What a softie!” Austin suddenly shed his rebellious attitude, a blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks. Alayna muttered something and returned to her seat with a cold snort. The rest of the wedding proceeded smoothly. However, near the end, Alayna mentioned that the study environment in the village wasn’t good and asked Austin to find her a tutor in the city. At this request, Austin visibly showed his reluctance to deal with her and remained silent. Ella, however, readily agreed, “Since you’ve asked, we’ll definitely help.” She then arranged for Alayna to stay at a test prep center. Before Gavin and Natalia left, they repeatedly instructed me, “Now that you’re married, don’t forget about our family. Make sure to bring back plenty of good things from Austin’s home for your sister, and don’t let her get too tired.” “Prepare three meals a day and deliver them to her, and come back to wash her clothes.” “Your sister’s exam is important—taking care of her is your real duty!” Alayna lounged on the bed, eating snacks with a smug expression. “Did you hear that? Don’t think you’re special just because you married into the Dylan family. No matter where you go, you’re destined to be my servant!” Gavin and Natalia nodded in agreement, saying Alayna was right and that I shouldn’t forget my roots. I swallowed my anger without arguing back. For the next two weeks, I shuttled back and forth between the test prep center and the Dylan house. Seeing how hard I was working, Austin arranged for the family’s housekeeper to deliver meals instead. But Alayna threw a plate in front of the housekeeper. “Go back and tell Sienna not to act high and mighty with me! If I hadn’t given her the opportunity to marry Austin, she’d still be doing chores at home.” When Austin heard about this, he was furious and wanted to send her back to the village to defend me. But Alayna mocked him to his face, “Austin, don’t be so smug. Be careful or you might get deployed to some wasteland in Adak and never return.” “Tsk, you might even die there.” In my previous life, I had heard stories about Austin while living in the city. Adak was where he met his end, and they never even brought his remains back. Austin glared at Alayna, his whole body trembling, seemingly with a thousand words he wanted to say. I dragged him home, and it was the first time he lost his temper in front of me. “Why are you taking her side instead of mine?” I was speechless, a strange atmosphere spreading between us. It wasn’t the right time yet; I needed to wait a little longer. On the last day of the SAT, I was more nervous than Alayna. It was also the day Austin’s transfer orders would be issued. Alayna walked into the exam room confidently, saying to me, “Sienna, after today, let’s see what you have to be so proud of!” Gavin and Natalia watched her go with high expectations, as if Alayna would be accepted into college just hours later. I was so nervous that my palms were sweating. When I turned around, Austin was calling my name from across the street, waving a folder with a bright red seal clearly visible. My heart skipped a beat.

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When my good friend Layla Parker found out that I had switched the condom used by my husband Matthew Miller with the one used by her husband Carter Johnson’s father, Nathan Johnson, she broke down in fury right on the spot. In my previous life, Layla was abused by Carter and asked to stay at my place. Feeling sorry for her, I agreed to let her stay for a while. But I never expected that half a month later, Layla would “accidentally” discover she was pregnant. Just as I was about to ask Layla what happened, Carter came and broke Matthew’s legs, and even took us to court. In court, Layla tearfully accused Matthew of having ill intentions toward her, raping her while she stayed at our house, and claimed that not only did I fail to stop Matthew, but I even helped him harm her. Matthew and I denied everything, but Layla produced an amniocentesis report showing that the baby in her womb was indeed Matthew’s. We were condemned by the public, and the court sentenced both Matthew and me to prison and ordered us to pay Layla ten million dollars in emotional damages. In the end, Matthew and I went to prison, while Layla used the ten million dollars we paid her to get an abortion, then lived happily ever after with Carter. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Layla asked to stay at my house. My head was throbbing, but looking around at my familiar home, I realized I wasn’t on the streets being beaten and cursed at, nor in a damp prison cell despised by everyone—I was home. “Naomi Brooks, you’re so kind. If it weren’t for you, Carter would have beaten me to death,” came Layla’s familiar voice. I turned around immediately and saw Layla standing before me in tears. That’s when I knew for certain I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Layla begged me to rescue her from domestic violence, and I, soft-hearted, brought her back to my home. “Naomi, your house is so spacious. It must be worth at least a few million dollars, right?” Before I could speak, Layla walked right in, her eyes filled with greed and envy. Just then, Matthew came home from work. Seeing him, Layla quickly fixed her hair and even touched up her makeup before approaching him softly, “This must be Matthew, right? I’ve only seen him once at your wedding. He’s so handsome.” As she spoke, she deliberately took a step forward, her posture extremely flirtatious. Matthew frowned slightly, then stepped back, saying, “Thank you for the compliment.” I knew he was uncomfortable with Layla. Matthew’s family were businesspeople, so he was quite wealthy and often targeted by women with ulterior motives. Because of this, he could easily see through people’s intentions. In my previous life, he had awkwardly warned me that Layla wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. At the time, I thought he was looking down on my friend. Now, I realized how stupid I had been. Just like in my previous life, seeing that Matthew didn’t say much, Layla suddenly burst into tears, “Naomi, you’re so lucky to have found such a good husband, unlike me. I have to earn money every day and still get abused.” As she spoke, she kept glancing at Matthew, deliberately acting pitiful, waiting for his reaction. Sure enough, hearing this, Matthew frowned and said, “Domestic abuse? My company has professional lawyers. If you need help, you can talk to Naomi about it.” Layla exclaimed excitedly, “Really, Matthew? Then I really need to thank you properly.” I interrupted Layla, saying, “Matthew, don’t mention lawyers. They just had an argument.” I no longer advised her to get divorced, but deliberately said, “Layla, have you considered that maybe you’re being abused because you’re the problem? You’d better listen to me. Go back and apologize to Carter, then beg for his forgiveness. You might make up tomorrow.” Hearing my words, Matthew seemed surprised, as I was never one to advise people to reconcile. Layla was equally surprised and asked confusedly, “Naomi, how can you say that? I’m the victim.” “Victim?” I raised an eyebrow at her and said, “If you put it that way, it’s a different matter. If you’re a victim, then Carter is deliberately causing harm. In that case, he would go to prison. Are you sure you want Carter to go to prison?” “I…” Layla didn’t know what to say. I laughed coldly inside, because of course she wouldn’t want that. After all, if Carter went to prison, who would help her act out the grand finale of her scheme?

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Matthew made an excuse and went to the study for a meeting, leaving only Layla and me in the living room. Seeing this, Layla immediately became impatient. “Naomi, why did you say those things in front of Matthew earlier? Are you trying to stop your husband from helping me?” I struggled to control the hatred inside me and chuckled lightly, “How could that be? I’m just afraid you might lose a man who loves you. After all, I know your husband loves you very much. If he beat you like this, it must be because he doesn’t know how to express his love for you.” Layla was stunned by my words. “You…” After a long pause, she said, “I’m going to take a shower first.” Then she hurriedly left. Watching her walk away, I smirked coldly, memories of my previous life flooding back. Layla was my college classmate. Because of her beauty, she had many suitors. In the end, for money, she chose Carter. However, just a few months after their marriage, Carter went bankrupt due to an accident. The once loving couple immediately began fighting, and their Instagram was filled with insults and complaints about each other. Initially, Layla and I weren’t close. After I married Matthew, she became very interested in Matthew’s family background and began contacting me frequently, becoming my “good friend.” When she was abused by Carter, she came to me crying in the middle of the night. Feeling sorry for her, I didn’t refuse and let her stay at my house for a while. But after moving in, she deliberately showed off her figure in front of Matthew, repeatedly pretended to be pitiful, and even pretended to enter the wrong room in the middle of the night, walking into Matthew’s study. Realizing something was wrong, Matthew used business trips as an excuse to stay away until he returned half a month later. What I didn’t expect was that Layla would discover she was pregnant at that time. Just as I was about to ask Layla what had happened, Carter came and broke Matthew’s leg, and even took us to court. In court, Layla tearfully accused Matthew of having bad intentions toward her, raping her while she was staying at our house, and accused me of not only failing to stop Matthew but even helping him hurt her. Matthew and I strongly denied it, but Layla produced an amniocentesis report showing that the child in her womb was indeed Matthew’s. In front of the media cameras, she cried and said, “I always considered Naomi my best friend. But I never thought she would be the devil who pushed me into hell, and Matthew is even more of a bastard.” Because of this statement, Matthew and I were cursed by netizens. After Layla reported us to the police, we were thrown in prison and even required to pay Layla one million dollars in emotional damages. In the end, Matthew and I died miserably in prison, while Layla used the million dollars we paid her to get an abortion, then lived happily ever after with Carter. Thinking about all this, I gritted my teeth in hatred. In this life, I would definitely expose Layla’s true intentions!

The next day, I secretly installed surveillance cameras at home. After Matthew left, I also made up an excuse to go out. Then, from a nearby café, I opened my phone to monitor everything Layla was doing in my house. She walked into my bedroom, wearing my luxurious pajamas and spraying my perfume. She snorted coldly, then muttered to herself, “How could such a wealthy man like a boring woman like Naomi? How could her figure ever compare to mine?” As she spoke, she took out my limited-edition Hermès handbag and wore it, her expression filled with vanity. Just then, Carter called Layla. She answered impatiently, “What is it?” “Any progress? Did Matthew sleep with you last night?” Carter’s anxious voice came through the phone. Layla sneered, “No. He’s incredibly stupid. I tried to seduce him, but he didn’t respond at all. He might be gay.” Carter became more anxious, “You’re useless! You’re usually so good at seducing other men. Why are you failing now?” “Psh!” Layla immediately cursed, “Carter, how dare you question me? If you hadn’t almost been killed by debt collectors, would I need to seduce other men? Besides, he’s the one who refuses to sleep with me. What can I do about it?” Carter retorted, “You’re so stupid! If you don’t sleep with him, you can’t get pregnant.” Hearing Carter’s words, Layla suddenly thought of something and excitedly said, “Technology is so advanced nowadays. As long as I get Matthew’s condom, I can get pregnant with his child.” Then, she lowered her voice and started plotting with Carter. Due to the limited audio quality of the surveillance, I couldn’t hear the details of their plan. However, by now, I had a pretty good idea of what they were trying to do. That evening, I returned home. As soon as I walked in, I saw Matthew hurriedly coming out of the bedroom, followed by a disheveled Layla. Seeing me return, Matthew immediately hugged me and nervously said, “Naomi, don’t misunderstand. She said her clothes were damaged and asked me to check. I was about to refuse when she suddenly started undressing.” Worried that Matthew might say something he shouldn’t, I quickly interrupted him: “Matthew, how could I misunderstand you?” Then, I directly took Matthew’s arm and pretended to casually look at Layla: “Layla, are you okay?” “I… I’ll go to the guest room first.” Layla suddenly covered her mouth and ran back to the guest room. In my previous life, Layla had also made this gesture. The reason she acted so pitiful was that she had already turned on her phone to record and fabricate “evidence” that Matthew had harmed her. It was because of this “evidence” being spread that Matthew and I couldn’t defend ourselves in court and were directly sent to prison. In this life, I want to see what tricks she can play under surveillance. Matthew wanted to explain what had just happened, but I hugged him and deliberately said softly, “Matthew, I’ve missed you so much. Don’t worry about Layla. Go take a shower.” Understanding my hint, Matthew smiled and said, “Wait for me.” Then he quickly went to shower. I took the opportunity to leave our bedroom door slightly ajar. Though not obvious, it was enough for Layla to hear our voices and know what we were doing. Matthew soon came out of the bathroom. Then, we didn’t finish until late into the night. He kissed me contentedly before casually tossing the condom into the trash can. I looked toward the door and noticed a silhouette in the gap. Then, I smiled coldly. Layla was indeed outside our bedroom. Just then, Matthew received a call from his company about a business error. He had to return to the office, and I volunteered to walk him downstairs. Matthew hurriedly drove away. At that moment, I took out my phone and checked the home security camera. Layla was rummaging through the trash can in our bedroom. She was truly disgusting! The next morning, Layla messaged me on WhatsApp saying she had reconciled with Carter and moved out of my house. I had anticipated this, so I ignored her and waited for her next move. Sure enough, less than two weeks later, just like in my previous life, Matthew and I received court summons. A police officer came directly to our home and said with contempt, “Matthew, Naomi, you’re suspected of illegal detention and rape. You need to come with us to the police station immediately.” Just like in my previous life, the police gave us no chance to explain, ignored our protests, and took us straight to the station. The media and reporters had already surrounded the police station entrance, with Layla, Carter, and their friends and family standing in the center. Seeing us brought in by the police, she looked extremely pleased, though pretending to be upset. She cried, “Naomi, you’re a monster. To please your husband, you tricked me into your home so he could rape me. You even helped him imprison me!” Carter’s acting was even better than Layla’s. “Naomi, my wife genuinely considered you a friend. How could you do something so horrible? I should kill you.” The police quickly stepped in to stop him, while the reporters around us were furious. One man said, “They’re such bastards to do something like this!” A woman agreed, “Naomi is inhuman, hurting even her own friend. She’s shameless!” Another man angrily added, “They’re a pair of scumbags. That poor girl.” Just like in my previous life, Matthew’s face turned red with anger. “You’re all insane! I didn’t rape her—she’s been constantly trying to seduce me. Her face is surgically altered. I find her repulsive.” Hearing his words, Layla cried, “Matthew, I knew you wouldn’t admit it. But I have crucial evidence—I’m pregnant. All I need is an amniocentesis to test the baby’s DNA, and we’ll know who the father is.” Her statement excited the crowd even more. They praised her for being brave and clever, knowing how to fight for herself. The police agreed and immediately contacted a medical team for DNA testing. Within two hours, the results were ready. At this moment, Carter and Layla were extremely smug, barely able to contain their smiles. But after opening the test results, the officer responsible for announcing them froze in place. “The DNA comparison shows that the father of this child is…” he said in shock, his voice cracking. “Nathan Johnson?”

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When I found out that my brother Andrew Howard, who was spoiled by my father Wyatt Howard and my mother Charlotte Howard, insisted on staying at the farm with our grandmother Adeline Howard instead of going to the big city with them, I knew he had been reborn too. In my previous life, Wyatt and Charlotte took Andrew with them to New York, while I stayed behind with Adeline, struggling to survive on the farm. But later, Wyatt and Charlotte’s business failed, and the three of them ended up homeless. After I got into college, Adeline’s old house was demolished by the government, and I received a large sum of money, which allowed me to study abroad. Under the policy of economic openness, I quickly returned to the country and eventually became a successful businessman. Andrew, however, continued to do nothing and just enjoyed life at home. After draining Wyatt and Charlotte’s last bit of money, he came to me demanding Christmas’s savings. When I refused, he didn’t hesitate to stab me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Wyatt and Charlotte were leaving for New York. Now, Andrew was holding Adeline’s hand tightly, saying, “Grandma Christmas is getting old. I’m a boy, I have strength, I can help her.” I tried hard to hold back my laughter. After all, I’d had enough of the hard life on the farm. Seeing that Andrew had chosen her, Adeline was both happy and concerned. “I know you’re filial. But you are the future of the Howard family, you can’t stay on the farm forever. You need to go to the big city and make something of yourself.” Wyatt nodded eagerly. “Andrew, you should listen to your grandmother. Your sister Penelope will marry someone else in the future. You are the future of our family. You need to come with us.” Charlotte chimed in, “Andrew, staying on the farm is very hard work. Penelope has been helping your grandmother since she was little, she’s used to it. But you’re different. I can’t bear to let you stay on the farm. Don’t you like those trendy jeans in New York? Once we get to New York, I promise to buy you a pair. No, ten pairs.” I looked at them coldly. We were supposed to be a family, yet no one had asked if I wanted to stay or leave. Even though my clothes were washed so many times you couldn’t tell their original color, Charlotte never offered to buy me new ones. Only when I couldn’t wear those clothes anymore would she impatiently toss me something she didn’t like. But one pair of Andrew’s favorite jeans cost as much as ten of my outfits, and she promised without hesitation. However, Andrew still refused to listen to Wyatt and Charlotte, hugging Adeline instead. “No, I want to stay on the farm. Grandma Christmas is getting old. I don’t want her to overwork herself. I’ll help Grandma while studying hard. I’ll make you all proud of me.” Adeline was deeply moved, patting Andrew’s hand. “I haven’t spoiled you for nothing. Since Andrew insists on staying here, you can take Penelope with you, consider her free labor.” Charlotte’s eyes were full of reluctance as she looked at Andrew, but she had no choice but to nod and say, “Fine. Penelope is so lucky.” Then she turned to me with a serious expression. “Penelope, you must always remember that it’s because Andrew is staying on the farm that you have the opportunity to go to the big city. You should be grateful to him for the rest of your life and remember his kindness.” I smiled. They really thought taking me to New York was some great favor. Seeing that the decision was final, Andrew smiled at me and said, “Penelope, enjoy yourself in New York.” Looking at his smug face, I didn’t take his words to heart at all. Anyway, I’d had enough of the hard labor on the farm. If he thought Adeline would pity him and not make him work on the farm, he was wrong. In my previous life, resources on the farm were distributed according to labor. The more he worked, the more grain, necessities, and cash he would receive. Adeline was getting old and her health wasn’t good, so I had to do the work. It would be the same for Andrew. If he refused to work, they would just starve. As soon as I boarded the train to New York with Wyatt and Charlotte, Wyatt handed me a bottle of water and said, “The trip to New York takes two days and two nights. If you get hungry, just drink more water.” Then he and Charlotte each bought a boxed meal and sat across from me, happily eating. I wasn’t surprised at all. But compared to the hardship of working on the farm, going hungry was nothing.

After arriving in New York, they were busy with business and barely had time for me. Fortunately, I was already accustomed to being independent and could take good care of myself. I knew Wyatt and Charlotte wouldn’t spend money on my education, so I had to give my all to be first in everything, keeping them happy enough to reluctantly allow me to continue my studies. However, I was well aware that after high school, my educational journey would likely come to an end. At that time, everything in New York was full of opportunity and change. Notably, New York became one of the first regions in America to promote economic openness. Foreign trade remained the most dynamic field and the industry with the highest demand for talent. Against this backdrop, Spanish, as a key language connecting American markets, naturally became an essential skill in business. Since I couldn’t pursue university education for the time being, I decided to focus on developing my Spanish skills to build a foundation for future business with Latin American merchants. So, I helped Wyatt and Charlotte with their business during the day and diligently memorized vocabulary and practiced conversations at night. Luckily, my memories from my previous life were still intact. I only needed to pick up that knowledge again, so it wasn’t too difficult. My efforts gradually paid off. I became a regular presence at school Spanish club activities and New York Spanish speech competitions. I won awards more and more frequently, and my reputation at school began to grow. I knew I needed the support of teachers and the principal because only with their backing, even if Wyatt and Charlotte tried to hinder my studies, their intervention would give me a fighting chance. Yet, even when I returned home with trophies, Wyatt would sarcastically say, “What good are awards? Besides marrying and having children, you’re useless. Do you think your future husband will think highly of you just because you’re holding a trophy?” Charlotte would jab her finger against my forehead, saying viciously, “Let me tell you, if you ever want to marry a foreigner, I absolutely won’t agree. They won’t even give you an engagement gift.” On the eve of my high school graduation, I once again led my classmates to win first place in the national Spanish speech competition. My teacher, Lydia Perez, happily embraced me. “Penelope, you’ll definitely become an outstanding translator someday.” “Really?” I looked at Lydia hopefully. “But my parents don’t really want me to continue my education. They want me to help with their business.” “What?” Lydia was shocked. “That’s such a shame. I’ll talk to your parents.” After returning to New York, she immediately came to my home. “Mr. Wyatt Howard, Mrs. Charlotte Howard, you must nurture your daughter’s talents. She’s the pride of our school and will certainly become an exceptional translator.” Seeing Lydia’s excitement, Wyatt and Charlotte remained very calm. Wyatt said, “You know our family’s situation. We don’t have money, and her brother also needs tuition for college.” Lydia smiled and said, “That’s not a problem. I’ve discussed Penelope’s situation with the principal. Our school is willing to cover these expenses.” Standing outside the door, I widened my eyes, never expecting that Lydia would secure financial support from the school for me. I happily thought that after resolving the tuition issue, Wyatt and Charlotte would no longer obstruct my education. But Wyatt coldly replied, “I’m sorry. We’ve already chosen a man for her. After high school graduation, she’ll have to go back and get married.”

No matter how much Lydia tried to persuade them, Wyatt and Charlotte remained adamant. In the end, Lydia could only leave with an apologetic and disappointed expression. As soon as Lydia left, Charlotte immediately slapped me across the face and said spitefully, “Did you think you could control us through your teacher? How naive of you.” Wyatt shoved me to the ground. “Andrew is the future of the Howard family. Your engagement gift will be his future education expenses. Whether you want to get married or not, it’s not up to you—you must marry that man.” Despite the pain throughout my body, I let out a cold laugh as I lay on the floor. Seeing my smirk, Wyatt found it infuriating and kicked me without hesitation. “You bitch! Once we’ve established ourselves successfully with Andrew in New York, you won’t be laughing anymore.” After that day, I dropped out of school. I wanted to leave home, but without money, I couldn’t possibly live independently. So I approached Lydia again, asking her to introduce me to people in the import-export business. I worked as a translator for them. Besides earning translation fees, I secretly followed these merchants in their trade deals, gradually accumulating some money. I was grateful that I hadn’t yet reached the legal marriage age. Otherwise, Wyatt and Charlotte would have already dragged me back home to exchange me for the engagement gift. Less than a year later, Adeline passed away, and Andrew was brought to New York by Wyatt and Charlotte. Since his arrival, he not only added many extra household chores for me but also constantly mocked me. He spent his days just having fun, never reading books. He always assumed that because I got into college in my previous life, he would automatically get into college in this life too. How ridiculous! In my previous life, I used every spare moment to read books. Whenever I encountered something I didn’t understand, I would take notes and then use opportunities when selling farm produce to run to schools in the county town to ask questions. But Adeline always thought my studying was useless and a waste of money, so she tried every way to squeeze my time. She either sent me to work on the farm or directed me to do housework. At night, when I could finally rest a bit, she wouldn’t let me turn on the lights to read and even hid the candles. With no other choice, I used the money I saved to secretly buy candles. Only when she fell asleep did I dare to light a candle and continue studying. It wasn’t until the day I secretly took the SAT behind Adeline’s back and received my acceptance letter that I felt I had the courage to stand up to them. Today, Andrew started provoking me again. Seeing that I didn’t want to engage with him, he angrily grabbed me and said, “I just hate how you look down on everyone. But what good does that do you? In the future, I’ll be the one going to college. And the demolition compensation for Adeline’s house will also be mine. You’ll have nothing.” I glanced at him. “Andrew, go back to bed and keep sleeping. In your dreams, you can have everything.” Did he really think the demolition compensation I received in my previous life was just due to luck? At that time, I heard the village chief was worried about his promotion. So I bribed a fortune teller to say that our old house could bring good fortune, helping students get into college and officials get promoted. The village chief believed it completely, so he demolished our old house and gave me a sum of compensation money. Just then, Wyatt and Charlotte entered the room. Hearing what I said to Andrew, they immediately became displeased. Wyatt said, “Andrew has the right to dream. Do you? Just focus on doing your chores and serving Andrew well.” Hearing his words, Andrew looked at me with immense satisfaction, but I said nothing. I was working on a big business deal recently and needed to stay calm. After all, I had endured for so many years already—this short period was nothing. On the day of the SAT, Andrew smugly said, “Penelope, the turning point of our lives is about to happen. From now on, I’ll be a member of high society, while you’ll be left on the streets.” Watching him walk into the exam room, Wyatt’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “Charlotte, we can enjoy life with Andrew after this, and we won’t have to struggle so much anymore.” Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears. “Yes. We’ve persevered for so long, and finally the Howard family is about to rise.” Hearing their words, I let out a cold laugh, thinking: “That’s absolutely impossible.” Ten days later, Andrew came to me furiously with his score report. “Didn’t you easily get into college in your previous life? Why did I score so poorly? Is it because you’re a jinx affecting my luck?” I felt completely speechless. “If someone like you who doesn’t study properly and just lies in bed all day could get into college, wouldn’t that be terribly unfair?” “Fair?” an angry voice suddenly rang out. My head was suddenly struck hard from behind. Looking back, I saw Charlotte holding a wooden stick, ready to strike again. She said angrily, “Since we brought you to New York, our business has gotten worse day by day. You’re a jinx. We gave birth to you, raised you, but you not only made our business worse, you also made Andrew lose his chance to get into college. Is that fair? Get out now!” I knew Wyatt and Charlotte’s business had deteriorated, but I never expected them to take out their anger on me instead of actively looking for solutions. Wyatt added unpleasantly, “You’re already eighteen, old enough to get married. We’ve already arranged it. Next month, you’ll go back and marry.” I hadn’t expected the day of marriage to come so suddenly. “No, I’m not going back,” I planned to escape, but Andrew quickly blocked the doorway. “Penelope, working in New York would be very hard for you. Shouldn’t you be happy that someone will take care of you?” Charlotte slapped me across the face. “You’re so stupid. Everything we do is for your own good. But instead of being grateful, you think we’re the bad guys. You’re so ungrateful!” Realizing they were trying to force me, I knew that if I continued to resist, I would be the one to suffer. I quickly said, “You want money, right? I can give you some.” “Do you have money?” Charlotte looked me up and down. “If you’re lying to us, you know what will happen.” I calmly replied, “If you don’t trust me, you can come with me to the bank.” They followed me, confused. After I withdrew ten thousand dollars, Charlotte and Andrew immediately burst into laughter. Then Wyatt said, “Penelope, where did your money come from? How do you have so much? Did you…” His tone carried obvious insinuation and suggestion. Hearing his words, Charlotte immediately became furious and prepared to hit me again. I quickly dodged to the side. Although she missed, she still cursed at me: “You slut, you actually slept with men for money. How shameless are you?” I frowned and said, “If you think the money is dirty, you can give it back to me.” Charlotte clutched the money tightly to her chest. “Wyatt, we need to cut ties with her. This shameless daughter cannot tarnish the Howard family name.” Wyatt agreed, “That’s right. It would be bad if she wanted the money back someday. Come on, Penelope, write a statement. From now on, we’ll sever our family ties. You’ll have nothing to do with us anymore.” “Are you sure?” I widened my eyes, pretending to be deeply hurt and in disbelief. Seeing my expression, Andrew feared I might change my mind. He immediately wrote up a statement severing ties with me, and Wyatt and Charlotte signed it without hesitation. After leaving the bank, they started discussing what nice clothes to buy and what delicious food to eat. Charlotte linked arms with Andrew and coldly said, “Penelope, we’re going back to our hometown. From now on, you’ll stay in New York by yourself. Even if something happens to you, don’t come looking for us.” Andrew added, “I’m really worried you’ll die on the streets.” Just then, a brand-new Mercedes pulled up in front of the bank. The driver, Mason Adams, got out of the car, walked up to me, and respectfully asked, “Are you Miss Howard?”

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After getting engaged to my boyfriend Daniel West, we went to his family home for Christmas. Since I couldn’t understand the dialect from his region, we agreed beforehand to communicate in English when visiting his hometown. But as soon as we arrived, his mother Abby West cursed at me in dialect, “You ugly monster. You’re just a cheap whore who seduces men to spend money on you.” I turned to ask Daniel what his mother said, and he patted my head and replied, “She says you’re beautiful and virtuous.” I smiled coldly. He didn’t know that my college thesis was on researching regional dialects. I removed Daniel’s hand from my head. “Is that so? Then please tell your mother I appreciate her compliments.” Daniel smiled brightly and responded to his mother in dialect, “Mom, once I get her pregnant, I’ll make her stay here and serve you for the rest of her life.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but shudder. I never imagined that for the past two Christmases, Daniel’s gentleness and attentiveness had all been an act! Realizing this, my heart felt cold and painful. My first instinct was to leave immediately. But it was already dark, and this place was ten miles from town. Even if I reached town, there would be no transportation available. I stared at the worn wooden doorframe, which looked like a beast’s bloody jaws wide open—once swallowed, not even my bones would remain. “Joy Mooney? Joy?” Seeing no response from me, Daniel pushed me. Only then did I snap back to reality. “Why are you standing there? Come in. My mom specially lit the fire, worried you might get cold.” While I hesitated, Daniel pulled me inside. I handed the gifts I’d bought with my own salary to Abby—a selection of fruits. However, Abby grabbed them and started complaining while unwrapping the package with her back to me. “Didn’t you say this slut comes from money? Why is she just giving me this stuff? Why didn’t she buy me an expensive bracelet?” Not only did Daniel fail to defend me after hearing this, but he also agreed with Abby, saying, “She’s such a cheapskate. You expect her to buy you jewelry? She might even ask you for something in return!” Hearing this, I felt a pang of heartache. The brand-new designer clothes Daniel was wearing right now were personally bought by me, yet he called me stingy. Staring at Daniel’s disgusting face, I grew increasingly angry. Finally, I couldn’t help but confront him, “Daniel! Didn’t we agree to speak English when we came back? You and your mom keep speaking dialect—are you deliberately trying to keep me from understanding?” Exposed, Daniel’s face immediately darkened. “My mom never went to school, so she only speaks dialect. Do you expect her to speak English? You’re just making things difficult for her!” I thought he was going to get angry, but suddenly he continued with a smirk, “Come on, don’t be upset. I’ll translate everything my mom and I say. Just now, my mom was saying that after Christmas, she definitely wants to meet your parents. Having such a wonderful girl like you marry into our family is our good fortune.” Hearing Daniel’s completely twisted explanation, I could only suppress my rage. But at the same time, I became more aware of how terrifying this man I’d loved for two Christmases truly was. For these past two Christmases, except for his family, my family and friends all thought he was perfect. Who would have thought that today, because of a dialect, he’d finally shown his true colors. While I was frightened, I also felt fortunate. If I had waited until after marriage to regret, it would have been too late. Now I still had a chance to correct this mistake.

At the dinner table, a dark pot contained food that was difficult to describe. “Joy, my mom didn’t know what you like to eat, so she specially prepared a whole table of dishes. I don’t even get this treatment at home!” I looked at the food in front of me, with no appetite. I just wanted to leave this place as soon as dawn broke. If this place had cell reception, I would definitely have called my parents to pick me up tonight. Perhaps sensing my reluctance to eat these dishes, Abby directly cursed in dialect, “She won’t even look at the food I specially made for her! Who does she think she is?” Daniel’s face immediately darkened. “Joy Mooney! My mom worked hard to prepare all these dishes. You should at least respect her and try some of the food, right?” I looked at the dish Abby mentioned and saw that the pig hair hadn’t even been properly removed. Fighting back my nausea, I finally ate some salad and then handed the pork chop to Abby. “Your mom worked hard cooking, so she needs to eat this pork chop.” Daniel suddenly slammed his fork on the ground. “Joy, aren’t you going too far? “What do you mean ‘your mom’? Aren’t we family? Have you forgotten we’re engaged?” Daniel couldn’t even bother to maintain his facade anymore. Although I was somewhat mentally prepared for his true intentions, his sudden outburst still frightened me. Nervously, I quickly corrected myself, “Abby.” Only then did his expression soften somewhat. “That’s better.” After dinner, to gain their trust, I voluntarily started washing the dishes. You should know that in the past, this was always Daniel’s job. Now he pulled Abby away. “Mom, don’t wash up. For the past two years, I’ve been this bitch’s servant. I did housework every day, so now it’s time she gets a taste of hardship.” Abby snorted coldly, “Look at how she washes the dishes. Even a three-year-old would do a better job.” If it weren’t for avoiding their suspicion, I would never wash these dishes. Listening to their conversation, I wanted nothing more than to throw the plates at them. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Daniel and Abby exchanged glances, then Daniel immediately went to answer it. When the door opened, a man in his forties or fifties stood there. As soon as he entered, he grinned at me with his yellow teeth. Then his gaze roamed freely over my body. “Can this woman understand the local dialect?” Daniel laughed, “John Bell, don’t worry. She couldn’t possibly understand. When I sell her later, she won’t even know if I’m counting the money correctly.” The man called John Bell gave a lewd smile and pulled out three stacks of bills from his bag, stuffing them into Daniel’s hand. I was confused about why he suddenly gave Daniel money, but his next words plunged me into an abyss. “As we agreed. Here’s thirty thousand dollars.” Daniel counted the money and replied, “Then this bitch is yours to use for a year. Once she gives you a child, you return her to me.” In that instant, my brain stopped functioning, and the plate in my hand fell to the ground, shattering.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel looked at me suspiciously. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand. Even though fear was about to consume me completely, I knew I had to stay calm. I forced an awkward smile. “The water’s too cold. My hands are getting numb…” Abby stared at the broken plate and cursed from the side, “What a wasteful money pit.” Daniel gave me a massive eye roll. “I think you’re just too pampered. Hurry up and finish washing the dishes.” “This is John Bell from the end of the village. We haven’t seen each other in ages. Make us something to eat. We want to drink.” He was actually asking me to cook for this human trafficker. I felt both frustrated and furious inside, but I didn’t dare show it on my face. I could only force another smile and say, “Okay.” The two men sat down at the small table nearby. John asked, “Is she really a virgin?” Daniel gave a sleazy smile. “If I’m lying to you, I’ll be your son.” “John, I haven’t even touched this woman. You’re only paying me thirty thousand dollars! You’re getting an absolute steal!” Every word Daniel spat out felt like a nail driving deep into my heart. I was in so much pain I could barely breathe. For two Christmases, we indeed hadn’t had sex. Daniel always said that sort of thing should wait until after marriage. I always thought he was a responsible, respectful man, but I never imagined he wasn’t sleeping with me so he could sell me for a better price. Seeing Daniel’s impatient glances, I quickly finished washing the dishes and made them something to eat. When the hot food was served, Daniel finally showed me a hint of a smile. “Baby, thank you for your hard work.” John’s piercing gaze continued to examine me. My whole body was covered in goosebumps. And his next sentence completely shattered my last hope. “So we have a deal. I’ll come pick her up tomorrow night, and then I’ll have sex with her.” Daniel nodded, and as I was about to leave, he suddenly called me back. “Baby, come join John for a drink.” Hearing this, John’s smile stretched almost to his ears, revealing all his yellow teeth. I turned around and, suppressing my fear, said coldly, “Don’t you know I can’t drink?” Seeing my reluctance, John’s face immediately fell. “Daniel, this woman doesn’t seem very obedient?” Hearing this, Daniel seemed to feel like he’d lost face. Fueled by alcohol, he jumped up, grabbed my hair, and said, “Joy! Do you look down on me and John? You just look down on us country folk!” He brought the cheap liquor close to my face. “You must finish this drink.” Before he finished speaking, he grabbed my throat and poured the entire glass down. I started coughing violently. The cheap alcohol burned through my throat like fire. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and tears of frustration burst forth. Suddenly, my stomach cramped, and a wave of nausea hit me. I quickly covered my mouth, about to throw up. Daniel looked disgusted. “Go outside to puke!” I covered my mouth and rushed out of the house. The filth immediately poured out. I held my stomach and vomited for nearly a minute before stopping. I wiped my tears with my sleeve. The cold wind blew past, but I couldn’t feel any chill. Nothing could be colder than my heart right now. I looked up and saw scattered lights in the distance. Now I had only one thought in my mind: run! But just as I took a step, the door opened. Daniel came out with a glass of water, swaying unsteadily. He handed me the water and then hugged me from behind. “I’m sorry, Joy. I was drunk, so I was too rough with you.” This demon in human skin was so close to me that my body trembled uncontrollably. “It’s okay… I understand… I need to use the bathroom.” Daniel let go of me and pointed to a wooden shed not far away. “The bathroom’s over there. Want me to go with you?” I shook my head repeatedly and pretended to be considerate. “John is still inside, so you should go back and drink with him.” Daniel nodded and turned to walk back inside. I took a deep breath. If I had actually tried to escape just now, he might have discovered the truth. I really couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as he went inside, I would run! Suddenly my heart tightened because Daniel, who was supposed to be leaving, grabbed my hand. His voice was as terrifying as a ghost’s: “Can you understand what we’re saying?” I instinctively wanted to deny it. Just as I was about to answer, I quickly bit down hard on my tongue. Because Daniel had asked me that question in their dialect! With no time to adjust my emotions, I could only turn my head away, ignoring his question. “Daniel, do you have any paper?” Daniel’s face stiffened as he stared at me intently, seemingly trying to find a flaw in my act. “By the way, what did that phrase you just said mean? Is that also a dialect from your area? When we get back, you should teach me properly, otherwise I won’t be able to communicate with your mom.” At the mention of “getting back,” a hint of mockery flashed in Daniel’s eyes. “Just use those leaves on the ground.” After saying this, he staggered back toward the house. Watching his retreating figure, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the boulder in my heart remained heavy. I suspected his drunken state was just an act put on for my benefit. After that close call, my urge to urinate was completely gone, but I still pretended to use the bathroom. Although every fiber of my body wanted to escape, my reason told me that now wasn’t the best time. To maximize my chances of rescue, I had to overcome my inner fear and continue playing this dangerous game with the demon inside the house. I stood at the doorway, took a deep breath, and forced myself to walk in. Except for Daniel and John, everyone had gone to rest. Seeing me enter, they exchanged smiles, as if they had reached some agreement. Both stood up and said goodbye to each other. As John passed by me, he actually had the nerve to touch me. I endured the disgust and anger, watching John leave. After John left, I closed the door myself, then helped Daniel back to the bedroom. He fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed. I pretended to call him to wash up, but he gave no response. I didn’t dare lower my guard, so I just quickly washed my face and pretended to lie down beside him. Soon, Daniel’s snores filled the room, each one striking my heart. Unsure if he was truly asleep, I could only count the passing minutes in terror and helplessness. My heart felt like it was being fried in hot oil. I knew I couldn’t delay any longer. I tiptoed out of bed. I had deliberately left the bedroom door open, but when I reached the front door, I faced a dilemma. This old wooden door would creak loudly when opened. I could only pull it upward with force to reduce the friction of the door panel. Finally, I managed to open the door with minimal noise. A cold wind blew in, but to me it felt incredibly warm. Just as I was about to get up and flee, a dark shadow covered me from behind, like a dagger piercing through me. I turned back in terror. It was Abby! With her disheveled hair, she looked even more sinister in the moonlight. She rolled her eyes back, resembling a man-eating demon. At that moment, I felt completely doomed.

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