Author: Momo Chan

Ethan Reynolds’ childhood friend Chloe Bennett was in a car accident. He protected her with his hands worth two billion dollars, leaving them covered in blood. Everyone was shocked by this. Because I am the girlfriend who has always supported him to where he is today. In the past, even if his hands got a splinter, I would be extremely anxious. But now, seeing his hands covered in blood, I remain completely indifferent. Ethan explained to me, “The situation was critical, I couldn’t just watch her get hurt.” He added, “Chloe and I grew up together. If something happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” He continued, “I know what you’re thinking, but my relationship with Chloe isn’t as inappropriate as you imagine. I was just acting on instinct, protecting a kind and vulnerable girl in a moment of crisis.” As a violinist, he certainly knew how precious his hands were. This man who didn’t even care about himself for a childhood friend—I no longer want him. ***** My boyfriend Ethan hadn’t come home for five consecutive days, staying by Chloe’s hospital bed without leaving her side. I sat alone in our empty house, quietly watching the sunset. When the phone rang, I was still picturing how anxiously he had protected Chloe during the accident. Ethan said on the phone, “Emily, Chloe has a slight fever, so I won’t be coming home tonight. Get some sleep early.” After telling me this, he hung up immediately without waiting for my response. Just then, Chloe sent me a voice message. Her soft, sweet voice said, “Bestie, are you coming to the Golden Abyss Club? Ethan is here too.” A second later, she quickly recalled the voice message and texted, “Emily, I’m sorry, I sent that to the wrong person.” She included a playful emoji. I laughed coldly, thinking, “She has a fever but can go to a club?” I looked up at our photo in the living room, unconsciously biting my lip, still unwilling to believe that my boyfriend of many years would betray me. However, an uneasy feeling was gradually rising within me. Without another word, I grabbed my car keys, went downstairs, and drove straight to the Golden Abyss Club. I searched each private room for Ethan. In the deepest room, I pushed the door open slightly and saw the man I had been waiting for five days. Ethan was sitting on the couch, with Chloe practically glued to his side. Under the dim lights, men and women filled the room in an intimate atmosphere. Suddenly, someone stopped the music, took the microphone and shouted, “Ethan is a famous violinist whose hands are reportedly worth two billion dollars! Would Ethan be willing to peel a pineapple with his bare hands for Chloe?” Ethan responded loudly, “I’m willing!” The entire place erupted in excitement. I thought to myself, Ethan seems to have forgotten that to protect his hands from the slightest injury, I had taken care of all the housework. Even if he got a tiny cut on his finger, I would be terrified. But now, he first let his hands bleed to protect Chloe, and now he’s willing to peel a pineapple with his bare hands for her. I gently closed the door of the private room at the Golden Abyss Club, shutting out the noisy sounds from inside. Walking out of the club, I called my mother, Margaret Carson, back. “Mom, I agree to be with Julian Wells, the man you arranged for me when I was young.” On the other end of the phone, Margaret wept with joy, “That’s wonderful! Emily, we’ll come pick you up right away.” I immediately interrupted her, “Mom, give me some time. I want to say proper goodbyes to my friends here.” Margaret readily agreed. Ethan isn’t the only one with childhood friends; I have mine too. That man I loved for five years—I’ve decided I don’t want him anymore.

I returned home and took down all the photos from the wall, forcefully tearing the picture of Ethan and me in half. At that moment, my heart felt like it had been struck hard, even the slightest breath causing me unbearable pain. Looking up, I noticed that the calendar marked today as the fifth Christmas anniversary of Ethan’s and my relationship. However, he had completely forgotten about it. I gently tore off that page of the calendar, threw it in the trash, and patted my face, comforting myself: “It’s okay, I’m about to leave anyway, none of this matters anymore.” Then, I saw the next page of the calendar, marking tomorrow as the finals of the city violin competition. My heart sank. Right now, Ethan was drunk at the bar, clearly having forgotten that tomorrow was the most important day of his life. In the past, I would always remind him the day before important events about what was coming up and what he should do. But now, looking back, I only felt emptiness. So I turned off my phone and went back to my room. The next day, I was awakened by a splash of water and opened my eyes to see a furious Ethan. He yanked me out of bed and demanded, “Emily Carson, why didn’t you tell me earlier about such an important day?” It was the first time I’d seen him so angry. The man standing in front of me seemed somewhat unfamiliar. Fighting back the sadness in my heart, I replied calmly, “I called you.” Ethan checked his call history and fell silent when he saw I had called him over twenty times. He covered his face with both hands, showing an expression of deep regret. Suddenly, with reddened eyes, he said to me in an innocent tone, “Emily, what should I do? I can’t participate in the competition now, and I can’t win the championship to propose to you.” Hearing this, I froze. I remembered Ethan’s promise: “Emily, once I win the championship, I’ll definitely marry you.” That was because I had once said I would only marry a champion. But at this moment, I suddenly realized that perhaps he didn’t truly want to marry me—he just wanted to win the championship. Just then, the doorbell rang. Ethan went to answer it, and when I walked out, I saw Chloe nestled in his arms. This sight made me feel like I didn’t matter to him at all. When Ethan saw me come out of the room, he immediately pushed Chloe away, his face showing some guilt, but more excitement. He rushed over, grabbed my shoulders, and exclaimed, “Emily, Chloe says she has a solution! The organizer is her relative, and I can compete now!” Chloe, standing behind Ethan, gave me a challenging look, as if declaring war. She raised an eyebrow and said, “But Ethan, I really like your villa. Can I move in?” At these words, Ethan’s excited face instantly turned pale, and he looked at me tentatively. His eyes were full of hesitation. I smiled with resignation and said calmly, “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Ethan’s face lit up with joy again. He pinched my cheek affectionately and said, “I knew my Emily is the softest-hearted and would always think of my career.” Seeing this, Chloe immediately interrupted Ethan’s gesture and whined, “Ethan, my luggage is so heavy.” As they turned to leave, I vigorously wiped the cheek he had pinched, a wave of bitterness rising in my heart. For his career, I had given up my own. I was tired and didn’t want to give anymore.

The relationship between the three of us was naturally very tense. I quietly packed my belongings, planning to move out in several trips. That day, Ethan came home looking confused. He snatched the clothes from my hands and demanded, “What are you packing for?” I had already prepared my excuse and replied calmly, “I’m making room for Chloe’s things. She seems to have quite a lot of luggage.” I continued, “Besides, she’s your benefactor now. She can help your career reach new heights. We can’t mistreat her.” Ethan, who had been half-suspicious, immediately changed his expression upon hearing the second part. He personally threw the remaining clothes from the closet into my suitcase. With an undisguised smile on his face, he said, “Right, these useless clothes of yours are just in the way.” As soon as he said this, my hands noticeably paused mid-fold. I still remembered when Ethan and I first got together, he had specially built me a spacious closet, declaring, “Fill it up! I love seeing you in new clothes.” But now, those same clothes he once praised as beautiful had become “useless things” in his words. At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes, nearly spilling over. After Chloe moved in, she often ordered me around like the lady of the house, commanding me to bring her coffee and water. Not wanting to waste energy arguing with her before I left, I complied with everything. But I forgot that someone looking for faults would never be satisfied no matter what I did. The coffee I brought her was either too cold or too hot in her hands. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and poured the lukewarm coffee—that she had been complaining about—all over her. Chloe screamed, “Ahhhhh!” In that instant, I felt like my eardrums would burst. Ethan, who had just returned home, rushed in after hearing the noise. Seeing Chloe with her hair soaked and screaming, he immediately understood what had happened. Without a word, he violently pushed me to the ground. As I fell, my waist hit the sharp corner of the coffee table, making me grimace in pain. Intense pain instantly swept through my body. My face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. However, Ethan patiently comforted Chloe, completely ignoring me lying on the floor. At that moment, my determination to leave grew even stronger. Ethan helped Chloe dry her wet hair with a towel, repeatedly saying, “You’ve suffered here.” He had no idea that I was the one being tormented. Chloe, speaking in a high-pitched voice and with a tearful tone, hid in his arms and complained, “Ethan, I know Emily doesn’t like me and wants me gone, but she shouldn’t pour water on me!” She continued, “Thank goodness you came back, or I would have been done for today!” Ethan, already angry, completely lost it after hearing this. He shouted, “Done for? How would you be done for? I’d like to see who dares to make you leave!” His gaze intentionally flickered toward me, and I knew exactly what he meant. Seeing me still on the floor, Ethan threw the towel at me and scolded, “Emily, I never thought you could be so inconsiderate. She’s an honored guest in our home. How could you do this?” Each of his rebukes and insults stabbed at my heart. I looked at them coldly, forcing myself to stand despite the severe pain in my waist. Before leaving, I said one last thing: “Ethan, I never thought you’d be this kind of man.” After the car accident, I never shared a bed with Ethan again. In the guest room, I lifted my shirt in front of the mirror to check the bruise on my waist, which had swollen significantly. Just then, the door opened and Ethan walked in, wrapping his arm around my waist. His distinctive scent washed over me, making my stomach churn. He whispered in my ear, “Emily, I didn’t mean to push you. It’s just that Chloe is very important to me right now.” I didn’t want to hear any more. I pushed him away and said dismissively, “I know. I understand.” After showing him out, I immediately contacted a moving company and bought a plane ticket to Portland. Early the next morning, I dug out a box I had kept hidden away. Inside was my prize-winning design from college—a crystal silk dress. I had spent a week designing it from scratch, from the fabric to the style. It was my most precious possession. The next second, the door swung open. Chloe leaned against the doorframe, eyeing the dress with narrowed eyes. “Well, that’s a nice dress. Give it to me,” she said softly. She reached out to grab it, but I quickly moved away. I warned her coldly, “Don’t push your luck.” Chloe remained unfazed, moving closer to taunt me. “Ethan is mine. Don’t get too comfortable.” Her words made me laugh. With an eerily calm voice, I said, “Don’t worry, I’m leaving him.” I thought she would leave it at that, but my laughter seemed to infuriate her. She snatched the dress from my hands and ran out the door. I chased after her. She stopped by the swimming pool, and as she turned around, she used her momentum to slap me hard across the face. Caught off guard, I stumbled backward toward the pool. I quickly tried to stop myself—I couldn’t swim. Chloe said coldly, “When are you leaving? I’m getting impatient.” Then she asked, “Tell me, if we both fell in the water, who would he save?” The next moment, she grabbed my throat, giving me no chance to react. Terrified, I grabbed her hands, but it was useless. Her blood-red eyes were filled with murderous intent. I finally understood—she truly wanted to kill me. I couldn’t breathe. My face turned red, veins bulging in my neck and forehead. My lungs felt like they were about to burst. My oxygen-deprived brain was in chaos, but I had only one thought: I can’t die! My survival instinct kicked in, and I struggled violently. With one strong pull, we both fell into the pool behind me. As we fell, I thought I heard Ethan’s voice. I hit the bottom of the pool hard, water rushing painfully into my nose. I desperately thrashed around trying to surface, finally gasping for fresh air, only to sink again a second later. This happened repeatedly until my strength began to fade. Later, I saw Ethan jump into the water, immediately swimming toward Chloe. He rescued the unconscious Chloe, carried her without hesitation, and rushed her to the hospital in his car. In that moment, I realized I was no longer Ethan’s priority. I was drowning, and no one came to save me. Finally, my strength completely gave out. I stopped struggling and let myself sink to the bottom. Just as I was about to close my eyes, a rope with a rock tied to it dropped into the water. Instinctively, I grabbed it. My neighbor, sweating profusely, pulled me out of the pool and asked worriedly, “Emily, do you need to go to the hospital?” I had no strength to speak. I glanced at the parking space nearby—it was empty. I waved my hand and forced a smile, saying, “I’ll be fine after some rest.” I fished my ruined dress out of the pool. For the first time, I felt utterly helpless. I knelt on the ground clutching the dress and broke down in tears. By evening, I had changed into clean clothes. Before leaving, I blocked and deleted all contact information for Ethan and Chloe, snapped my SIM card in half, threw it in the trash, and replaced it with a new one. Finally, carrying my suitcase, I walked out of the villa that had held five years of happy memories and headed to the airport without looking back.

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I called Diana Jones, who works as a medical examiner, after her parents and sister were in a car accident. It took eighty calls before she finally answered. “What’s wrong with me celebrating Asher’s birthday? Can’t you stop being so petty?” I told her about her family’s accident, hoping she would come immediately to handle the aftermath. She just laughed coldly, “What does your family’s death have to do with me?” Not only did she refuse to come, but as a medical examiner, she even provided false testimony in court for her first love who had killed her entire family. When I finally filed for divorce, she became furious. “Eric, it’s just a few people who died. Asher didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, it was your parents and sister who weren’t paying attention to the road. You’re being so aggressive, threatening divorce over this—I’m really disappointed in you.” Looking at her angry expression, I finally understood. She never realized that it was actually her family who had died. ***** Diana’s parents and sister were violently thrown from the impact. The next second, flames shot into the sky as the car exploded with a deafening blast that nearly pierced my eardrums. I stood frozen in place, a chill instantly spreading throughout my body. It took me a long while to regain my senses. My fingers trembled uncontrollably as I called emergency services. After calming down slightly, I immediately dialed Diana’s number, but she wouldn’t pick up. It wasn’t until my eightieth call that she finally answered. Before I could speak, Diana’s impatient tone came through. “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me today? This is Asher’s first birthday since he returned to the country, and I want to spend it with him properly. Can’t you avoid causing problems at a time like this?” Hearing the name “Asher,” my fingers instinctively tightened their grip. Looking back at Diana’s family lying in pools of blood behind me, I swallowed the accusations I wanted to make. My voice shook with urgency. “Your parents and sister have been in a car accident. They’re seriously injured and being rushed to the hospital. You need to come quickly. I’ll send you the address.” Before I could finish, Diana let out a light laugh, her tone dismissive. “What does your family’s accident have to do with me? I’m not their daughter. Their lives aren’t my concern. Don’t bother me with this.” The call ended abruptly, leaving me breathless at the harsh dial tone, making Diana seem like a stranger for the first time. The police who arrived saw my dazed expression and gently patted my shoulder, suggesting I follow the ambulance to the hospital. Watching Diana’s family being loaded onto stretchers, my hands continued to shake, my heart filled with dread. Just minutes before the accident, Diana’s father had mentioned being thirsty, so I’d gone to a nearby convenience store for water. I never imagined that upon my return, I would witness them being hit, their faces completely unrecognizable from the impact. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved about my narrow escape or devastated by their tragic fate. As I recalled the accident, my phone received a notification for a thirty-thousand-dollar purchase. It was from a store where I often bought ties. Diana shopping there certainly wasn’t to buy something for me. She rarely showed any concern for me on normal days. This morning, to celebrate Asher Owens’ return to the country, she had carefully applied elaborate makeup and worn a dress she’d previously been too precious about to wear. Even during our dating days, she had never put in such effort with her appearance. Instead, she often mocked me, saying, “We’ve been married for so many years. Seeing your face every day is annoying enough—putting on makeup would be a complete waste of time.” Another purchase notification popped up, this time from an upscale restaurant we occasionally visited. I tried calling her again, only to find her phone was now turned off. I opened her Instagram and saw she had just posted an update: “Birthday celebrations with someone you love make even the cake taste sweeter.” Seeing the intimate photo of Diana feeding Asher cake, anger surged through my entire body. Just then, the operating room light went out. The doctor emerged, shaking his head and simply saying, “My condolences.” My heart sank into an abyss. Although I had mentally prepared myself, they had been family to me for many years, and I felt profound grief. I looked at my phone again, thinking of their daughter who was still out enjoying herself. With a cold laugh, I immediately contacted the bank to freeze Diana’s credit cards.

After completing the statement, the police informed me that they had found surveillance footage of the accident scene. I followed the police car to the station. When I saw the footage, I couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. I frantically rewound the video a few seconds, pausing on the vehicle responsible for the accident. Despite the blurry footage, I could recognize that it was Asher, who had just returned to the country. At that moment, all my suppressed emotions exploded. From beginning to end, I felt like a complete joke. It turned out that the person who killed Diana’s family was her first love. I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “If Diana knew about this, would she still happily celebrate her first love’s birthday?” The police thought I was having an emotional breakdown due to the shock and patted my shoulder to comfort me. I wiped my face and calmly said, “I know this person.” “Officer, I request an autopsy.” I spoke rapidly, appearing to others as someone unable to accept the death of family members. The officers exchanged glances but didn’t refuse my request. As a family member, I did have the right to request an autopsy. The officer said, “Mr. Greene, we understand how you feel. However, the surveillance footage is incomplete and doesn’t prove that Asher deliberately killed anyone. This case requires further investigation. You can initiate the autopsy process now.” I nodded, indicating my willingness to cooperate with the police investigation. After leaving the police station, I opened my phone and immediately received a call from Diana. As soon as I answered, her cold voice came through. “You froze my card? Eric, how dare you! What right do you have to freeze my card?” I calmly replied, “The right that it’s my salary card. Diana, do I need to remind you? Every penny you’re spending now is my money.” Diana fell silent, and when she spoke again, her tone was somewhat softer. “We’re husband and wife, why distinguish between yours and mine? Today is Asher’s birthday, and I finally see him after so long. If he ends up paying for his own birthday celebration, do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?” She continued complaining, making me increasingly irritated. Unable to bear it any longer, I shouted, “Are you done yet?” Clearly not expecting me to raise my voice, Diana paused, then said, “Eric, you’re actually yelling at me?” Her voice carried a hint of grievance, and she soon began to cry. Diana had always been like this—pampered since childhood, crying and making a scene whenever anyone said anything against her. In the past, whenever she put on this act, I would immediately comfort her and spare no expense buying her designer bags. But now, whenever I thought about her celebrating the birthday of the person who killed her family, I felt that all my sincere feelings had been trampled into worthlessness. “Your parents are dead. Remember to come back for the funeral,” I told her coldly. However, she responded with something that shocked me. “Everyone dies eventually. The three of them dying together is a kind of reunion. You can handle the funeral. I have many bodies to dissect these days.” With that, she hung up. I was stunned, realizing that she apparently didn’t know the deceased were her parents. Pressing my lips together, I asked the police again, “Can I request a specific medical examiner for the autopsy? Consider it my final request.”

After leaving the police station and returning home, I had my lawyer draft a lawsuit. Just as I sent out the lawsuit, Diana unexpectedly returned home early, despite supposedly being busy with autopsies. She burst through the door furiously and immediately grabbed a water glass from the table, hurling it at me. Glass shards exploded against the wall, scattering everywhere. Her chest heaved violently as she pointed at my nose and shouted, “Eric, have you no shame? “Asher didn’t intentionally kill your family! How could you take out your anger on an innocent person?” “Asher told you?” I coldly asked. Diana let out a bitter laugh. “I had just finished celebrating his birthday when he was summoned by the police. He told me everything on the way. It wasn’t intentional—he was just in a hurry to see me. “Besides, if your elderly parents had paid attention to the road, would this have happened? And your sister got caught up in it too!” Noticing something off about my expression, her tone softened slightly. “Eric, don’t be so upset. What’s done is done, so let it go. Don’t make this more embarrassing than it needs to be. Asher and I have agreed to compensate you with $300,000 to settle this privately.” I couldn’t help but laugh, staring directly at Diana. “So their three lives are worth just $100,000 each?” Hearing this, Diana’s face darkened again. She shoved me, her voice low and warning. “You’d better be reasonable! $100,000 is already a lot! Your parents were old anyway—even if they hadn’t died, you’d have had to take care of them regularly. Now that they’re gone, you’ve been spared that burden. You’re essentially getting $300,000 for nothing!” Diana’s attitude made it clear that no matter what, she would stand by Asher and believe everything he said. My heart stung slightly, but I smiled at Diana. “I trust the law will prove everything.” Seeing my determination, Diana bit her lip and snorted coldly: “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t listen! Don’t blame others when you lose this case!” With a loud bang, she slammed the door on her way out. Her words carried an air of absolute certainty, as if she was convinced I would lose this lawsuit. It wasn’t until the day of the trial that I finally understood why she was so confident. ***** On the day of the hearing, the solemn courtroom was packed with people. Without hesitation, I presented the surveillance footage of Asher running over the victims. When questioned by the judge, Asher stammered, unable to form a coherent response. “I… I…” Seeing Asher at a loss for words, Diana immediately stood up to testify. “As a forensic pathologist, I can provide evidence proving these three people died from their own medical conditions, not from injuries sustained in the accident. “What can a single surveillance video prove? Either provide compelling evidence, or this is just slander!” Diana appeared extremely confident. She then produced an autopsy report. To help Asher escape punishment, she had clearly gone to great lengths. Seeing my silence, Diana’s eyes flashed with challenge and triumph. “I told you we should have settled this privately. With the little evidence you have, what did you expect to accomplish? Now you have no proof and you’re making a fool of yourself.” Asher, standing beside her, quickly tried to mediate: “Don’t be so angry, Diana. Don’t let me ruin your marriage. “Eric, I also want to apologize to you. About your parents—it wasn’t intentional. Diana said $300,000 would resolve this, but personally, I don’t think $300,000 is enough.” Asher was openly apologizing to me in court, seeking reconciliation. I responded with indifference: “It’s fine, I’ve thought it through. I’ve sent you my account number. Just transfer the money there. I’m not asking for much—$600,000 will do. My parents’ and sister’s lives should be worth $200,000 each, not so cheap.” Both Diana and Asher were surprised by my sudden change, and when Asher heard I wanted $600,000, his expression soured, but he eventually agreed reluctantly. Seeing the $600,000 transferred to my account, I smiled with satisfaction, then said to Diana: “I’ve prepared divorce papers. While the court is still open, let’s get divorced.” Diana froze for a moment, then snatched the divorce agreement and laughed coldly. “You want to divorce me over something this trivial? You’re not much of a man!” She threw the documents on the ground, stomped on them several times, and then left with Asher without even looking at me. Before leaving, she couldn’t resist one last taunt: “Be grateful you got any money at all. That’s all your parents’ and sister’s lives were worth.” I raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She still thought it was my parents who had died. I said, “Still, after all our years of marriage, as my wife, shouldn’t you at least see my parents and sister one last time? Just to pay your respects.” “You’re insane!” Diana cursed, but still followed me to the morgue. She had already autopsied these three unrecognizable bodies countless times, so there was nothing new to see. Upon entering the morgue, her face showed complete impatience. However, at that moment, I took out three death certificates and said sadly, “Mom, Dad, Sis, Diana has come to see you.” Seeing the death certificates in my hand, Diana froze instantly, her eyes bulging wide, bloodshot with shock!

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On my thirtieth birthday, Nathan Brewer asked me to meet him at City Hall. He specifically instructed me to wear a wedding dress and bring my ID, saying he wanted to give me a special birthday gift. However, when I stood at the entrance of City Hall, he turned to his friends behind him and laughed, “See? She really came in a wedding dress with her ID! You all lost. One hundred dollars from each of you!” Then, he turned to me, raising his eyebrows with a flippant tone, “Winnie, this was just a joke. You didn’t actually take it seriously, did you?” Seeing my silence, he added with a smirk, “If you’re that desperate to get married, why don’t you go inside and find some random guy to get a marriage certificate with?” Everyone around burst into laughter. They mocked me for being Nathan’s most loyal backup, saying no one would ever want to marry me. But when my new husband and I walked arm in arm out of City Hall with our fresh marriage certificate, Nathan stood frozen, his face instantly turning pale. ***** When I witnessed Nathan collecting money from each of his friends, I realized that today was just another spectacle where my humiliation was the betting stake. Those who lost the bet, after mocking me, continued with nasty remarks and eye-rolling. “Winnie, do you know how much money I lost? Please, use your brain for once!” “I’ve warned you so many times that Nathan is out of your league. You didn’t actually think he’d marry you, did you?” “He’s played you at least ten times already! The fact that you still fall for it shows how incredibly stupid you are!” I bit my lower lip hard, my nails nearly digging into my palms. Nathan, after collecting his money, walked over to me and asked in a fake concerned tone, “What’s wrong, Winnie? Aren’t you happy?” He turned back to his friends and said, “Hey, you jerks, it’s Winnie’s birthday today. How could you bully her like that?” Just when I thought he had found his conscience, Nathan pulled a bill from his pocket and handed it to me with a grin. “Thanks for helping me earn two thousand dollars. Here’s ten bucks—go buy yourself a small cake. Consider it my birthday gift to you.” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again. “Nathan, you’re too kind! Be careful, Winnie might fall even more desperately in love with you!” “Didn’t you see she came in a wedding dress? She’s dying to marry you!” In the past, I might have broken down crying, begging Nathan to stop hurting me. But this time, I calmly took the ten dollars from his hand and said quietly, “Thanks. This will cover the marriage license fee. I didn’t bring cash, so I’ll consider this your wedding gift to me.” Nathan paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Winnie, have you lost your mind? Are you still thinking about marrying me? “Can’t you see I’m messing with you? “I’ve never met anyone as pathetic as you.” He frowned, his face full of disgust. Even though I was prepared, each of his words pierced my heart like arrows, leaving it riddled with wounds. Actually, I had known about Nathan using me for a bet since yesterday. Last night, I received his call. On the other end, he was uncharacteristically gentle. “Winnie, meet me at City Hall tomorrow at nine. I want to give you a special birthday gift. “Oh, and make sure you look nice. Wear that new wedding dress you bought and bring your ID. See you tomorrow on time!” After hanging up, my heart was racing. Indeed, I had just posted a photo of myself trying on and buying a wedding dress on Instagram. I thought, “Could he be deciding to marry me because of that post?” However, not long after, someone sent me a video. In the video, Nathan was showing my Instagram to others. “What does Winnie mean by this?” he asked. Someone immediately responded, “She wants to get married! Women approaching thirty get desperate and can only express themselves this way. “I think Winnie is jealous that Nathan has a new girlfriend and is deliberately posting this kind of content for attention.” Nathan’s new girlfriend was Emilia Wells, a girl from an intellectual family, whom he cherished deeply. Nathan shook his head. “It’s such a hassle being pursued by this kind of woman.” Then he said, “How about this—I’ll make a bet with you all. With just one phone call, she’ll obediently show up at City Hall tomorrow wearing a wedding dress. Want to see this clown perform?” Someone laughed, “Nathan, what if you lose? Have Emilia dance for us!” Before the person could finish laughing, Nathan had already punched him in the face. His expression turned terrifyingly dark. “If you want to die, just say so. Who are you to even speak Emilia’s name?” Emilia was his life—not even a joke about her was tolerated. While I was just a clown he used for betting, someone who could be mistreated without consequence. After watching the video, my heart ached in waves. My tears fell uncontrollably, dropping onto my phone screen, blurring his smug smile in the video. I wiped away my tears, cleaned the screen, and stared hard at Nathan’s face. This was the man I had loved for eight years. He knew better than anyone how much I liked him, so he also knew exactly how to hurt me the deepest. He had forgotten the promises he made years ago. “Winnie, if you’re still not married by thirty, let’s be together.” Today, I turned thirty. And I was getting married. But I hadn’t told Nathan that the person I was marrying wasn’t him.

The wedding dress I chose reaches my ankles. My fiancé and I picked it out together. I lifted the hem of my dress, walked around Nathan, and headed toward City Hall. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Stop pretending, Winnie. Who are you putting on this show for? “If you’re so desperate to get married, why don’t you go in and find someone random to get a marriage license with? Do me a favor and stop bothering me after that.” I looked up at his face, unable to summon the energy to explain or even feel angry. I just felt disappointed and sad. The Nathan who once defended me, who would chase down people who spoke ill of me and force them to apologize, was long gone. I shook my head and tried to pull my hand away. But just then, Emilia appeared, shouting, “Nathan!” Nathan instinctively let go of me. To demonstrate his loyalty, he even pulled an alcohol wipe from his bag and meticulously cleaned the hand that had just grabbed me, as if I were something utterly filthy. Emilia asked curiously, “Nathan, what are you doing here? “Winnie, are you getting married today? You’re even wearing a wedding dress.” Nathan looked around nervously, not daring to admit he had organized a betting pool because of me. In his panic, he randomly pulled one of his friends next to me and laughed loudly, “Emilia, you’re so smart! You figured it out! Today is Winnie and Harold’s wedding day. “We’re all here to congratulate them.” His friends immediately chimed in. “That’s right, Emilia. Today is Winnie and Harold’s wedding day. We’re celebrating with them!” I glanced at the short Harold beside me, whose idiotic grin made me feel sick. Seeing that Emilia still seemed doubtful, Nathan hurriedly pushed Harold and me forward. “Hurry up, go get your license! Emilia is still watching!” I stumbled a few steps from his push, while Harold boldly took the opportunity to grab my hand. He whispered to me, “Winnie, Nathan will never marry you. I think you look pretty good, nice figure too. We could work out.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I violently yanked my hand away from his greasy grip and leaned against the wall, starting to retch. Nathan immediately said, “Oh my, Winnie, could you be pregnant? “Harold, congratulations!” Emilia’s face lit up with joy as she congratulated me, “Winnie, I used to worry about your love life, but I never expected you’d have a husband and baby so quickly! Congratulations!” I coldly stared at Nathan, who was still laughing exaggeratedly, and said in a detached tone, “Yes, I am getting married, but not to him. My fiancé is waiting for me inside. Save your congratulations for later.” The smile on Nathan’s face instantly froze.

Just then, my phone rang. After answering, I responded briefly. “Second floor, right? Should I go in and wait in line? Okay, that works.” I turned to look at Nathan, who was standing frozen in place, and said, “I’m wearing a wedding dress because my fiancé hired a photographer to document the day we get our marriage license. “This gown is the lightest of my seven wedding outfits, making it suitable for going out. “Since you’re all here, I might as well give you the wedding invitations directly. My wedding is on the tenth of next month, and you’re all welcome to attend.” I took out the invitations from my purse and handed them out one by one. When it was Nathan’s turn, he didn’t reach out to take it. Those who received invitations began whispering, “Marriott Hotel! That’s the best hotel in the city. Did Winnie snag a rich guy?” Nathan let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of disdain. “Winnie, you really love putting on a show, don’t you? “You even prepared wedding invitations and booked the Marriott Hotel? Your tactics just seem ridiculous to me.” As he spoke, he pinched the invitation between two fingers and carelessly tossed it aside. Emilia glanced at the invitation and sighed, “Sorry Winnie, but I’m with Nathan on this one. This invitation doesn’t even have photos of the bride and groom. It doesn’t look genuine.” I explained quietly, “Because we haven’t had time to take photos yet…” But Emilia continued, holding my hand and advising, “Actually, I’ve always known about your feelings for Nathan…” Nathan immediately tensed up. “Emilia, let me explain…” Emilia shook her head. “Nathan, you don’t need to explain anything. I know you two grew up together, so naturally your relationship is special.” She turned to me. “Winnie, as a woman, I completely understand how you feel. But you can’t force someone to love you. Nathan has said before that he only sees you as a sister. “And now, as something of a sister to you myself, let me give you some advice: stop doing these foolish things. The more you do, the more people will laugh at you.” People around us chimed in. “Emilia is so kind and gracious!” “Emilia truly lives up to her prestigious background—kind-hearted and good-natured. The way she’s advising Winnie shows what an exceptional woman she is!” Emilia looked at me with pitying eyes. “Come on, Winnie, let me help you change out of this wedding dress.” It was always like this. Whenever Nathan teased or humiliated me, Emilia would step forward to “comfort” me. Over time, Nathan became more convinced that his girlfriend was both beautiful and kind, while my “pettiness” only highlighted her goodness. Just as I was about to refuse, Emilia suddenly noticed the tag on the back of my dress. She grabbed the tag and read it aloud, “How are you wearing this brand of wedding dress, and it’s this season’s new design? “Winnie, I really feel sorry for you. Did you rent this dress? The tag isn’t even removed. You really don’t need to go to such lengths…” Hearing this, Nathan’s expression grew even more mocking. He pulled Emilia into his arms, kissed her hair, and said in an indulgent tone, “Emilia, you’re just too kind-hearted. Why bother talking to someone as shameless and pathetic as Winnie?” Emilia continued her act. She clutched Nathan’s clothes and said earnestly, “Nathan, I believe Winnie doesn’t mean any harm. It’s just a young girl’s vanity, which can be corrected.” My face flushed with anger as I clenched my fists and explained, “My fiancé bought the dress for me yesterday. I just forgot to remove the tag, that’s why—” “Enough. Tell a lie often enough and it starts to sound like the truth,” Nathan said dismissively, tilting his chin at me. “Winnie, if you really have a fiancé, then call him out here so we can see him.” The people behind him immediately joined in, “Yeah, call him out so we can see!” “Let us meet this rich guy who can afford designer clothes and book the Marriott Hotel!” “Aren’t you getting married today? Where’s the groom?” I stood at the entrance of city hall, with many passersby stopping to stare at us. Harold, whom I had pushed away earlier, immediately pointed at me and shouted, “Everyone, look at this woman! She wanted to be someone’s mistress, and when she was exposed, she claimed she’s here to get married. “Let’s all see who her groom really is!” The crowd of onlookers grew larger, with some pointing and whispering about me, while others took out their phones to take photos and videos. The early autumn wind carried a hint of chill, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around myself for warmth. Emilia also rubbed her arms, and Nathan immediately took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He shouted angrily, “Winnie, hurry up and call your husband! If Emilia catches a cold, you’ll pay for it!” I lowered my head, feeling cold from the inside out. The truth was, I wasn’t sure when my fiancé would arrive. After all, we had only met once for dinner. As time passed, still no one appeared, while more and more people gathered around me. Their cameras were almost pressed against my face. I could only keep backing away, avoiding those lenses, until I bumped into someone and stopped. I quickly said, “I’m sorry, I—” Before I could finish, a pair of strong hands rested on my shoulders. He said, “I’m the one who should apologize. “Sorry, wife. I got stuck in traffic and arrived late.”

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In this second chance at life, I vowed to stay far away from Noah Everett. When he suddenly started working at my company, I handed in my resignation that very day. When he bought an apartment in my complex, I quickly moved out. When he decided to take over his family business and stay in the country, I immediately applied for a transfer to an overseas branch. In my previous life, I had forced him to marry me by using my pregnancy as leverage. But on our wedding day, his first love, Coco Ellis, returned. Seeing him and me in the middle of our wedding ceremony, she turned and jumped off the rooftop. Noah pretended nothing happened and carried on with our wedding as if everything was normal. On our wedding anniversary, he suggested taking me and our daughter bungee jumping to celebrate. However, he cut our safety ropes with his own hands, causing our immediate deaths. After we died, I heard him sneer at my corpse. “If it weren’t for you, would Coco have committed suicide?” “Now, you should go to hell and apologize to her!” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the night I forced him to marry me with my pregnancy. “I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson, but without an invitation, you cannot enter,” the security guard blocked me, his eyes filled with coldness. This launch event had been meticulously arranged for Noah by my parents, who had exhausted their connections and finances, yet I wasn’t invited. But at this moment, a wave of wild joy surged through me, because just seconds ago, I had been reborn, returning to this night that changed my destiny. In terms of both status and wealth, the Johnson family far surpassed the Everett family. In my previous life, I was like someone under a spell—even knowing his heart belonged only to Coco, I never gave up. Noah’s parents naturally welcomed our relationship. As soon as Coco went abroad, they eagerly arranged our engagement. But Noah was always ice-cold toward me. The security guard, long accustomed to seeing me rejected, showed no respect and sarcastically remarked, “Ms. Johnson, why subject yourself to this humiliation?” Guests with invitations, dressed in their finest, entered the venue one by one. They recognized me and whispered among themselves. In my previous life, I was also blocked at the door like this. Wearing a haute couture dress, I shivered in the cold wind, enduring contemptuous looks and mockery. Finally, I fainted from exhaustion and was taken to the hospital, where they discovered I was pregnant. Noah appeared furious on the spot. In contrast, his mother, Patricia Everett, was overjoyed and immediately announced our wedding would take place in a month. Unexpectedly, on our wedding day, Coco suddenly returned to the country. Witnessing Noah marrying me, she jumped from the rooftop in tears. But Noah carried on with our wedding as if nothing had happened. After we married, our child was born, and we seemed like a happy family. I naively thought everything was behind us and that we would be the happiest family until our wedding anniversary, when he excitedly took us bungee jumping to celebrate. At that time, I was overjoyed and completely off guard. However, the moment my daughter and I jumped, Noah cut our safety ropes from behind. As I was dying, I heard him say through gritted teeth, “If it weren’t for you forcing me to marry you with your pregnancy, would Coco have died?” “Do you deserve to bear my child? Every Christmas these past years, seeing you two made me sick!” “Go to hell and apologize to Coco!” Only then did I understand that everything that happened during those Christmases was fake, and Noah had always blamed me and our daughter for Coco’s death. Even after my death, he didn’t spare my parents. After using up their resources, Noah betrayed them, causing my family’s downfall. In this life, I only want to stay away from Noah and protect myself and my family.

As I turned to leave, the security guard’s face was filled with disbelief. He muttered under his breath behind me, “This woman is just leaving like that?” I sat in my car with a helpless smile. Everyone in Atlanta’s high society knew about my obsession with Noah. I stayed up late helping him develop his products. For promotion and marketing, I even found all the models for him. All Noah had to do was reap the benefits. He had told me more than once that his family’s roots in Atlanta were still shallow and needed more support. So I used all my family’s resources to help Noah, but at the celebration party, he didn’t even mention my name. Instead, he thanked some unknown internet celebrity, Coco Ellis, with tears in his eyes. He even replaced all his product spokespersons with her without consulting me. When I asked Noah about it, he just smiled carelessly and said, “Coco is hardworking and ambitious. Why can’t we give her a chance?” I found it ridiculous and thought, “Could she really rise to prominence just through hard work and ambition?” It wasn’t until their interactions became more frequent that I had someone investigate. It turned out Coco was the girl Noah had loved but couldn’t have during Christmas in his youth. When Coco suffered from cyberbullying, Noah didn’t hesitate to use all company resources to back her up. I raised questions, but he slapped me hard across the face in front of everyone at the spaghetti dinner. “Coco is an employee of our company. Who are you to tell me what to do? “She’s so pure and kind. Would you heartlessly watch her being bullied?” In reality, however, Coco had privately met with men who spent money on her, but one man’s wife discovered it and took revenge on her. I really didn’t want to go through another life wrapped in lies. I had just arrived at the hospital to schedule surgery when I looked up to see Noah carefully helping Coco walk in. They exchanged smiles, clearly a perfect couple. The moment my eyes met Noah’s, I couldn’t help but tremble. The excruciating pain of my fatal fall in my previous life came rushing back like a tidal wave. Seeing me, the smile in Noah’s eyes instantly vanished, replaced by malice. Coco timidly said, with a flash of cunning in her eyes, “Vivian, don’t misunderstand. The stage suddenly collapsed today, and I accidentally fell, so Mr. Everett brought me to the hospital.” She deliberately lifted her skirt, revealing a moderate bruise on her ankle. Then, she tugged at Noah’s sleeve pitifully, adding, “Please don’t blame Vivian. I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” Sure enough, Noah instantly flew into a rage, rushing over to grab my throat. “If it weren’t for you, how would Coco have gotten hurt?” He hadn’t invited me to the launch event, but I had personally arranged all the decorations. Now that there was an accident, even though I wasn’t present, he wanted to hold me responsible. Seeing my face turn red, Noah smiled smugly. When he caught sight of the obstetrics and gynecology sign, he sneered, “Vivian, are you trying to use pregnancy as a despicable means to force me to marry you?” He immediately let go, and I fell heavily to the ground. “If you really are pregnant, just give it up. Don’t force me to do something.” “Are you even worthy of bearing my child?” With that, he left, tightly holding Coco’s hand. I trembled all over, suddenly feeling a warm flow of blood between my legs. A passing nurse caught sight of me and shouted in panic, “Someone help! Come help me!”

When I woke up, I saw my mother’s face filled with anxiety. Touching my abdomen, I found it flat as before, as if Christian’s little baby had never existed. Memories came flooding back like a tide. In my previous life, my daughter was born weak and sickly, spending a full three months in an incubator. During the most critical time, doctors even issued a critical condition notice. I spared no expense bringing in top specialists from abroad and kept vigil outside the hospital room day and night. In contrast, the only time Noah came to the hospital, he just frowned and said, “Why don’t we give up? Both we and the baby are suffering.” Ironically, I was naive enough to believe he was thinking of me. But if he didn’t love me, why should I bring my child into this world to suffer? “Vivian, the doctor just said…” my mother hesitated, afraid of upsetting me in my weakened state. “Mom, I’m fine,” I gently squeezed her hand. “I want to break off my engagement with Noah.” During my days in the hospital, Noah hadn’t visited me once, so my mother naturally understood everything. She said through gritted teeth, “Does the Everett family no longer want to develop in Atlanta? How dare they treat you like this?” With that, my mother pulled out her phone. “Remember all those projects we gave to the Everett family? Put them all up for rebidding!” After hanging up, my mother stroked my face tenderly. “Sweetheart, I’ll never arrange such an unreliable marriage for you again. From now on, you can do whatever you want!” On the day of my discharge, Noah suddenly appeared at the hospital entrance. He leaned against his car, his face dark with anger. “Vivian, you’re really something. You made a mistake, but you shamelessly had your family rebid all our projects. “Do you think I can’t survive without the Johnson family or you?” Just then, an elegantly made-up middle-aged woman stepped out of the car. Seeing the situation, she angrily tapped Noah’s shoulder. “Vivian, don’t listen to his nonsense! He’s still angry with you. I apologize on his behalf.” She gracefully walked to my side and warmly took my hand. “We’re about to become family. You don’t need to be so distant. “In the future, both the Johnson and Everett families will belong to you and Noah!” However, my mother stepped in front of me and said, “Mrs. Patricia Everett, I don’t think that’s necessary. Vivian isn’t good enough for your son. “When Vivian was hospitalized, I never saw him visit. Now that I’ve withdrawn all your projects, you’re rushing over in a panic. “My daughter even…” “Mom, there’s no need to waste words on them,” I quickly interrupted before she could mention my pregnancy. Noah looked even more furious and had the audacity to mock me in front of my mother, “Fine. Vivian, since you’re so heartless, don’t come begging me later!” Patricia was so anxious she stamped her foot, but Noah forcibly pulled her back into the car. My mother was shaking with anger. “I must have been blind to think he was a good man!” I quickly moved to comfort her. Noah had always thought highly of himself, believing my family invested in him and gave him projects because of his abilities. Now, we would let this pampered young man, who had never truly experienced business competition, feel the harsh reality. I had just turned on the TV when Noah’s familiar face appeared on screen, flashing under the bright lights. “Mr. Everett, is Ms. Ellis your newly signed spokesperson? I’ve heard she’s just an unknown internet celebrity, yet she’s receiving strong support from the Everett Group. Is there any special reason for this?” Since our unpleasant parting at the hospital, Noah had been making high-profile appearances with Coco everywhere. He gave the camera a meaningful smile. “Although Coco is relatively inexperienced, I hope everyone will pay attention to her efforts and potential. She’s worked hard on her own, unlike certain girls who were born into nobility.” As he finished, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. I clearly understood the hidden meaning in his words. As soon as their program ended, Noah’s friend eagerly updated his Instagram: [Noah and Coco are such a perfect match! He finally dumped that woman!] Since our families’ arranged marriage, my parents had poured resources into supporting Noah. Now that the Everett family was gradually growing, his friends immediately began exaggeratedly sucking up to him. My phone suddenly rang—it was security calling. “Ms. Johnson, there’s a woman claiming to be an internet celebrity who wants to use your apartment for a photoshoot, and she has a key card.” The downtown penthouse was the wedding home my parents had prepared for us, so I had given Noah a key card. “Kick her out.” Just as I finished speaking, a shrill scream came from the other end of the line. “This is my boyfriend’s apartment. What right do you have to stop me? You’ll regret this!” Not long after, Noah called me. He angrily said, “Coco just wanted to borrow our apartment for an ad shoot. Why did you have security block her? Tell them to back off before I lose my temper!” I coldly laughed, “This is my apartment. What does it have to do with you? It’s perfectly normal for security to keep strangers out. If she doesn’t leave, I’ll call the police!” Without waiting for his response, I hung up. Then, I immediately handed my apartment over to a real estate agent. Units in that building were scarce, and within days I sold it at a premium. Later, the agent quietly told me someone had bought an apartment in the building next to mine. Without prying further, he simply said, “I heard the buyer’s last name is Everett…” I knew very well that apartment was stigmatized property, with an incident occurring right after I sold mine. It sold for only a third of what my apartment went for. Even so, Noah had to sell several smaller properties to barely scrape together enough money. Coco couldn’t wait to show off during her livestream, displaying the river view from every angle. “This is the luxury riverside apartment my boyfriend bought. Everyone’s welcome to visit!” Comments flooded the screen. [Isn’t this the apartment where that incident happened a few days ago?] [That’s right! I saw on the news that a man stabbed his wife to death there! So scary!] Coco’s face instantly turned pale as she frantically shut down the livestream. The day I went to the company to process my resignation, Noah cornered me in the break room. Back then, to be closer to him, I had concealed my identity and joined his company, starting from the most basic position. He never appreciated me, only assigning me the most tedious tasks. “I heard from HR that you’re resigning.” I put down my files and responded without looking up, “I want a change of jobs.” He clearly hadn’t expected this attitude from me, and there was underlying anger in his voice. “Vivian, when will you stop? When I went to our wedding apartment, a stranger opened the door! You sold the penthouse without telling me?” I looked up and calmly said, “Didn’t you say you were sick of me? Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m staying away from you now?” He sneered, “I didn’t make an issue when you unilaterally pulled all our collaborative projects. Now you’re quietly resigning? Have you forgotten how you used to follow me around like a dog? What trick are you trying to pull now? Listen, Vivian, playing hard to get won’t work on me!” Ignoring him, I picked up my box and walked straight out. Then, a paper suddenly slipped from the box. Noah bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and his voice began to shake. “Vivian, are you pregnant?”

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During the five years my grandfather Patrick Landon and I spent abroad on archaeological expeditions, Sarah Edwards—a scholarship student funded by my father—somehow transformed herself into Serena Landon, the wealthy heiress of the Landon family. Even more ridiculous, she had the audacity to assume my identity and host a grand engagement party with Charlie Anderson, the wealthy heir to the Anderson family. At the party, she glided through the guests with ease, dressed in haute couture and adorned with priceless jewelry. When she spotted me, she mocked, “The Landon family never mistreated you, so why do you look so miserable? Are you trying to play the victim again to get my father to fund you?” With that, she had me thrown out. “Why are you letting just anyone in? Even the cheapest tile on this floor is worth more than her entire outfit!” In my previous life, I might have foolishly argued with her about who was real and who was fake, only to be ridiculed by all the guests. But this time, I walked right up to her and slapped her across the face. “Stop dreaming! Let’s see who gets kicked out of this house tonight!” ***** All the guests gasped in shock. Serena clutched her cheek, staring at me in disbelief, and screamed, “How dare you slap me?” In an instant, several black-suited security guards surrounded me, awaiting Serena’s orders. I couldn’t believe that after only five years away, I had become a stranger in my own home. Charlie positioned himself protectively in front of Serena, his brows furrowed and eyes blazing with anger. “Who is this country bumpkin? Do you realize this is my engagement party with Serena? Do you understand the consequences of causing a scene here?” Serena nestled into Charlie’s arms, feigning distress. “She’s that scholarship student I told you about. She claimed she wanted to study archaeology and tricked my father into funding her. “I never imagined she’d show up in rags to ruin our engagement party! I should have convinced my father not to be so generous!” In my previous life, she used the same excuse, pretending I had come to congratulate her while criticizing my shabby appearance. Back then, I earnestly reflected on my actions, thinking I should have first inquired about the family situation. However, my polite explanations only led to her slandering me, ultimately causing me to die unjustly at the bottom of a freezing lake. Now, I looked at her coldly and sneered, “You think changing your name gets you into high society? Sarah!” The surrounding guests immediately began whispering, casting contemptuous glances my way. “Who’s Sarah? For the past five years, Mr. Ethan Landon has been bringing Miss Serena Landon to all major social events. How could she be fake?” “Perhaps she went mad during her archaeological work and actually believes she’s the heiress. How ungrateful!” Serena pretended to be magnanimous, sighing, “I was too angry earlier. On such an important day, you showed up dressed like this, and I lost my temper. “But with your current attitude, I’ll have to ask my father to stop funding you and expel you from the Landon family!” I laughed coldly, pointing at myself. “You’re saying he should kick me out of the Landon family?” Charlie looked at me as if I were insane and mocked, “What else? Should he kick Serena out instead? How can you be so shameless? “Mr. Landon is very busy today, so he’ll be arriving a bit late. I suggest you leave now before you lose any chance of future funding!” I raised an eyebrow, found a chair, and sat down casually, even leisurely tasting a cherry. “Fine. I’ll wait right here. I want to see who exactly will be kicked out.” Serena trembled with rage and lunged forward to slap me. During these years, I had lived a rugged life with Patrick, frequently moving equipment and tools—completely unlike this girl who spent her days at balls. I caught her wrist and twisted it slightly, causing her to burst into tears from the pain. “You hurt my hand! Jasmine! Do you have a death wish?” Having died once already, her threats had absolutely no effect on me. Instead, my smile grew even brighter. “So you do remember who I am. Did you enjoy impersonating me?” Charlie rushed forward to shield Serena in his arms, glaring at me. “You crazy woman! Should I have you committed to a mental institution right now?”

When our family initially arranged the marriage alliance with the Anderson family, my father did mention it to me, but I was busy exploring newly discovered ruins with Patrick, so I refused without giving it much thought. Seeing my firm stance, he thought it would be better to give this opportunity to Sarah instead. It was then that my father suggested changing Sarah’s name and officially adopting her as his daughter. He said she came from a poor background and that we should help her more. Yet here was Charlie, truly believing he was with a rich girl, playing out some hero-saves-damsel scenario. I glanced at him like he was an idiot and asked, “Are you blind? Haven’t you noticed how similar Mr. Landon and I look?” Charlie sneered, “I’m not blind. Serena resembles him more than you do. Who knows if you got plastic surgery to look like her?” Serena sighed, feigning pity as she said, “Jasmine, weren’t you always jealous of my beauty, wanting to share the same face as me? Did you use the money my father gave you for plastic surgery, trying to replace me?” Seeing Serena’s shamelessness, I was about to slap her other cheek, but before I could move, the crowd suddenly stirred. “Mr. Landon is here!” I thought, “Finally, the truth will come out.” But as I turned around, before I could see who had arrived, I unexpectedly received a slap across my face. “Did you bully my daughter Serena? How dare you?” I frowned at the man before me—it was my father, Ethan Landon, but he seemed not to recognize me at all. Ethan stood protectively in front of Serena, glaring at me impatiently: “Why are you back again? Have you already spent all the money I gave you?” With just two simple sentences, he had cast me as the greedy scholarship student. “I’m late because work was hectic today, but I never expected to arrive and find my daughter being mistreated. I apologize for the scene everyone has witnessed!” At that moment, a man stepped forward from the crowd. “Mr. Landon, I spoke with the elder Mr. Landon just a few days ago. He mentioned that his granddaughter—the true heiress of the Landon family—is currently exploring ruins in the great desert with him.” This man must be Henry Clinton, the antique dealer Patrick had mentioned before, who had been closely following the excavation work. “Miss Jasmine Landon looks exhausted, more like someone who has just returned from an archaeological site. What exactly is going on here?” Ethan had changed his surname after marrying into the Landon family. After my mother passed away, although he managed company affairs, Patrick was the one who actually held power. However, Patrick had temporarily gone to oversee the archaeological team at his friend’s request. Cold sweat formed on Ethan’s forehead, but he still pretended to be calm as he defended himself: “Elder Mr. Landon is very kind. Since this girl was willing to follow him on archaeological expeditions, it’s not surprising that he casually referred to her as his granddaughter, is it? “Perhaps she’s just putting on an act to gain sympathy. Not only is she ungrateful, but now she’s also bullying my daughter while I’m away!” My gaze shifted between Ethan and Serena, and I suddenly understood why he was so protective of her. In my previous life, I hadn’t waited for him to arrive before Serena incited everyone to verbally abuse and bully me, ultimately driving me to drown myself in the lake. Now, however, I was prepared and had specifically waited for him to appear, but I never expected he harbored such intentions. Actually, I should have seen it coming long ago.

Ethan adopted Serena specifically to arrange her marriage with the Anderson family. Once Patrick dies, even if his will puts me in charge, Ethan could team up with the Anderson family to remove me. He’s truly cunning and devious. No wonder I always felt Ethan’s smile was extremely fake when I was young—he’d been planning to replace me all along. His words pinned me to a pillar of shame like a sharp knife. Some guests even started hurling insults directly at me: “How can there be such a shameless woman in this world! They kindly supported her, but she repaid their kindness with betrayal, delusional enough to think she could replace Miss Landon!” “Miss Landon is just too kind-hearted. If I were her, I wouldn’t waste charity on this tramp!” A flash of satisfaction crossed Serena’s eyes, but she feigned pity and said, “I felt sorry for her when she first came begging at our house in rags, but I never imagined she would be delusional enough to try replacing me!” Ethan waved his hand, and several security guards immediately stepped forward to grab me, ready to throw me out. I remained completely calm, looking coldly at the man so eager to get rid of me. “Why such a hurry? Do you think after kicking me out, Sarah can legitimately become the Landon family heiress?” Cold sweat broke out on Ethan’s forehead, but he still pretended to be composed, harshly ordering the guards: “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and throw out this ungrateful liar of a charity case!” “Something’s not right!” Henry, who had spoken up for me earlier, frowned and eyed Ethan suspiciously. “With Mr. Landon’s discerning character, how could he casually adopt a girl as his granddaughter? “Besides, when I wanted my son to meet Miss Landon before, Mr. Landon said he would personally oversee his granddaughter’s marriage. Why is he absent from the engagement party today?” Henry’s words made Ethan even more flustered. Ethan glared at Henry. “Mr. Clinton, what are you implying? Are you suggesting I can’t recognize my own daughter? Or do you have some secret arrangement with this girl?” Charlie immediately chimed in: “How dare you question a father’s ability to recognize his own daughter? I think you must be conspiring to ruin my engagement party with Serena!” Now even Henry, who had spoken up for justice, was being baselessly accused by everyone. Seeing everyone taking his side, Ethan visibly relaxed, looking at me with disgust. In truth, I’d always known he disliked me since childhood, but I never depended on him. Now I see he probably never loved my mother, though he pretended to love her deeply, swearing never to marry another woman. “Will you leave on your own, or should I have someone throw you out? I was too kind-hearted before, but today I finally see your true intentions!” I laughed coldly and retorted, “I also see your true intentions! “Who are you to tell me to leave? You’re the one who should get out!” Ethan trembled with rage, stepped forward and slapped me again. “You’re telling ME to leave? I supported you to achieve your dreams, and you dare speak to me like this?” He hit me so hard my ears rang and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. I spat out the blood and stared at this man I’d called “Dad” for over twenty years, saying, “Shouldn’t a man with no blood relation to my family get out?” My words seemed to infuriate them. Serena leaned against Charlie, pouting, “Charlie, is it because you’re so amazing that she fell in love with you and wants to steal you from me?” Ethan rubbed his furrowed brow and said, “Sir Landon took you in out of pity, yet you dare to act so presumptuously!” “Security! Drag her out of here!” If I were truly taken away by his men, I might have died here today. He was determined to have Serena replace my identity. Once I was dead, he could legitimately propose to Patrick that Serena become the Landon family heir. I thought, “Hmph, he’s dreaming!” So I shouted, “Who dares to touch me? Don’t all of you know who truly holds power in the Landon family now?” The security guards froze in place, and the surrounding guests began whispering among themselves. “She seems so confident. Could she really be the Landon family’s daughter?” “Mr. Landon appears to be in charge on the surface, but everyone knows Sir Landon is the one who truly makes decisions behind the scenes. Both Mr. Clinton and Mr. Landon have mentioned keeping her by his side, so perhaps what she’s saying is the truth.” A flash of panic crossed Serena’s face. She tugged at Ethan’s sleeve, feigning distress: “Dad, look at her! She’s threatening me with my grandfather again! Everyone knows my grandfather is obsessed with his academic pursuits and has no time for these trivial matters!” Ethan immediately caught on and sneered, “Indeed, she’s full of lies! Now she even dares to use Patrick as her backing!” “If Patrick knew you were bullying his own granddaughter here, do you think he would still favor you?” I calmly watched them twist the truth as I slowly raised my phone and scoffed, “Why do you think I’m so certain my grandfather will return?” Ethan pretended to remain composed, but his hands trembled slightly beyond his control. Patrick had always been dissatisfied with Ethan, and Ethan both respected and feared him. Ethan immediately ordered his men to grab my phone. “Today is my daughter’s engagement party. How can I let an outsider cause trouble here?” “If anyone grabs her and throws her out, I’ll triple their salary!” Charlie also nodded to his security guards. “Help the Landon family remove this troublemaker! No one can ruin the union of our two families today!” As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty black-suited security guards surrounded me. Several of them roughly seized my phone and smashed it violently on the floor. Then, a few more restrained my arms with such force that I could barely breathe. Finally, they even pulled out a black bag, preparing to stuff me inside and throw me out of the banquet hall. “How dare you impersonate Miss Landon? We won’t let you off easily today!” I heard Ethan snort coldly, “How could someone like her possibly be my daughter? Charlie, don’t you know what Serena is really like?” Charlie immediately agreed, “Exactly! Serena is gentle and considerate, unlike her in those ragged clothes, nothing like a wealthy young lady.” Henry was still trying to speak up for me. “Of course she looks like this after returning from an archaeological expedition. Even if she’s lying, you shouldn’t treat a girl this way.” Serena mockingly said, “Mr. Clinton, I am Sir Landon’s granddaughter. Why are you so stubborn about this? If my grandfather knew someone was bullying me, he wouldn’t just throw her out!” “Is that so?” “Then I want to see who’s bullying my granddaughter!” Just as I was about to suffocate, I finally heard Patrick’s authoritative voice.

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After being reborn, the first thing my cousin Amanda Brown and I did was break up with our current fiancés. In our previous life, Amanda and I both got married. With her gentle and quiet personality, she married the cold and distant Navy Colonel Kevin Sinclair. Because Kevin missed their wedding anniversary to attend a friend’s birthday party, Amanda wanted an explanation, but he didn’t care. They ended up in a cold war for fifty Christmases. Meanwhile, I had a fiery temper yet married Tom Smith, an accountant at a car factory. Tom was refined and proper, but he complained that I talked too loudly and had no fashion sense. We argued constantly, and eventually, he preferred sleeping at his office rather than coming home. Our marriage didn’t even last one Christmas before we divorced. When I opened my eyes again, Amanda and I had returned to our wedding day… “Get down here now! Tom is such a good man, yet you insist on running off to that distant island. You’re so stubborn!” Seeing my mother’s disappointed face as she chased after the bus made me sad. But thinking about how Amanda and I each ended up in our previous lives, I told myself my decision wasn’t wrong. Hawaii might be far away, and Kevin might be difficult to get along with, but that didn’t matter. Even if I divorced him, I could live independently. But Amanda couldn’t. In her previous life, after marrying Kevin, they lived in a cold war due to misunderstandings. Such a gentle person as Amanda was ruined by Kevin. So in this rebirth, looking at the melancholic Amanda, I decisively started packing my bags. I said, “Amanda, I’ll go marry Kevin. Tom may not seem ambitious, but he has a good temperament. You two should get along well.” Amanda stood up excitedly, but then firmly said, “Kevin isn’t easy to get along with. I can’t let you bear my misfortune.” I replied, “Amanda, it’s okay. Christmas Grandpa didn’t specifically designate who had to be Kevin’s fiancée. Although Kevin is difficult, I’m confident. If life becomes unbearable in Hawaii, I’m not afraid!” I demonstrated a set of freestyle fighting moves right there. Amanda broke into laughter through her tears and reluctantly agreed. Unlike Amanda’s gentleness, I’ve practiced combat since childhood and am used to solving problems with force. That’s why Tom, who considered himself an intellectual, and I never saw eye to eye. I found him tedious; he thought I was violent. Our marriage was unhappy, and we parted ways before one Christmas had passed. So this time around, I decided to let Amanda marry him. Tom lived close to home. Having family nearby would be better than Amanda being lonely and depressed on Hawaii Island like in her previous life. I held Amanda’s hand and pleaded until she finally nodded helplessly. “Fine, I agree!” And so, I took my luggage and boarded the flight to Hawaii. I just didn’t expect my mother to catch up so quickly. I thought, “I left a letter explaining everything clearly, what else is she worried about?” “I’m going to Hawaii! If I can’t make it, I’ll come back on my own!” I shouted to my mother as she ran after the car. After a long journey, I finally arrived in Honolulu. I then boarded a military jeep heading to the base, hoping to get some sleep, but suffered from severe motion sickness. When I got off, my face was pale. I sat at the military post waiting for Kevin to pick me up. Thinking about how disheveled I looked, I felt relieved, believing that someone as delicate as Amanda would never have endured this hardship. “Kevin, why is there a strange smell in here? I feel so uncomfortable.” Just as I was lost in thought, a sugary voice rang out. I looked up.

A girl with her hair tied back, looking rather frail, was covering her nose and complaining to the man beside her. I glanced at the tall, straight-backed man next to her and felt somewhat helpless. “You’re Kevin, right? I’m your fiancée, Audrey Carter. Take a look at this marriage agreement, and if there’s no problem, hurry up and arrange a place for me to rest.” With that, I pushed my suitcase toward his feet, completely ignoring the girl’s hurt expression, then stood up and headed for the exit. “Kevin, does she hate me?” Lily Thompson asked, looking dejected. Already exhausted, I immediately lost my temper. “Are we that close? This is literally the first time I’ve met you.” “Kevin, can you hurry up?” After saying this, I ignored them completely and stormed off. I hadn’t gone far when I sensed someone following me—it was Kevin. He was carrying my luggage, his expression cold. And he had absolutely no intention of explaining himself. I thought to myself, “No wonder Amanda was so miserable in her past life. With Kevin being so cold and Amanda so proud, they were bound to be unhappy. But I don’t have such a good temper. If I’m not happy, I’ll make sure they aren’t either.” Since our engagement had been arranged long ago, Kevin had already received a call from my family and knew I was coming. He had already submitted our marriage application. So, within a couple of days, Kevin and I were married with the blessings of his military colleagues. Kevin’s parents had died early, and my family lived far away, so the wedding was attended by his fellow soldiers. The atmosphere was lively, with the military community in high spirits. “I’m so envious of Audrey for marrying Kevin. She’s so lucky, unlike me…” Lily lowered her head and began sobbing quietly. The previously joyful scene was suddenly filled with nothing but sniffles. The guests exchanged awkward glances, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. Watching Lily’s slightly trembling back, I smiled and stood on my tiptoes to kiss Kevin. Then I turned to Lily with a smug look and said, “Yes, I am lucky! Kevin is successful, handsome, and has a great body… Only someone as fortunate as me could marry him.” After saying this, I wrapped my arms tightly around Kevin’s waist. Then, with a threatening smile, I said to him, “Isn’t that right, Kevin?” Kevin’s expression remained cold, but his ears suddenly turned red. Before Kevin could speak, Lily looked at him pitifully and said, “Kevin, Audrey, please don’t misunderstand. I truly came to congratulate you. If Audrey doesn’t like me, I’ll leave the wedding right now. But…” As she spoke, she started crying again. “Kevin, remember to pick me up tomorrow. We’ve spent Christmas together for so many years.” Kevin nodded and said, “I’ll be ready to pick you up tomorrow. Don’t worry.” Hearing his words, I—who had just been holding Kevin’s waist—suddenly threw him to the ground.

Everyone looked at me in disbelief. Making plans before the wedding was even over was too much. In their past life, those two had sweetly celebrated their anniversary together, returning without giving Amanda any explanation. But I’m not Amanda—she could tolerate it, I can’t. I thought, “If Kevin dares to go tomorrow, I’ll fight him and then leave this island. If my elders weren’t so insistent on keeping that promise, my life in Texas would be incredibly carefree.” Lily said, “Kevin, are you hurt? Audrey, how could you treat Kevin like this?” Lily’s face turned red with anger, her gaze toward Kevin full of concern. Kevin quickly straightened up, gave me a meaningful look, and awkwardly replied, “I’m fine.” Then he came over to hold my hand and said, “You’ll come with me tomorrow.” I looked at Kevin in surprise. Lily was even more incredulous, saying, “Kevin, how could you? I’m never speaking to you again.” With that, she covered her face and ran out crying. At that moment, Kevin whispered in my ear, “Let’s finish the wedding first, and I’ll explain everything to you later.” The guests didn’t dare cause any more trouble. The rest of the wedding proceeded smoothly. Soon after, I sat in our room, pounding the bed in frustration. I thought, “What did Kevin mean? Was he trying to trick me just now? That won’t work on me!” When Kevin pushed open the door and entered, I let out a cold snort. I said, “I hate men who can’t set clear boundaries. If you want to cheat, we might as well get divorced now.” Hearing my words, Kevin frowned and said, “We were already engaged. Now that I’ve married you, I’ll take responsibility for you.” I sighed helplessly, “Kevin, what era are we living in? When we got engaged, I never agreed to stay by your side forever.” Kevin seemed irritated by my words, pacing back and forth across the room. Eventually, he sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and tried to take my hand. “Audrey, there’s nothing inappropriate between Lily and me. I genuinely want to be with you.” Despite my resistance, he held my hand firmly and said, “I’m not good with words. If there’s anything you’re unhappy about, just tell me, and I’ll definitely change.” Kevin’s expression was serious. Seeing him like this, I felt a bit shy. I nodded and pretended to be nonchalant, saying, “Fine, I have a bad temper, so as long as you can handle it.” After I spoke, seeing Kevin’s smile, I became flustered with embarrassment. I leaned forward and kissed him. Our breathing grew increasingly rapid. Kevin truly lived up to his reputation as a Navy elite. Before long, he placed his hand on the buttons of my clothes, his gaze intense as he asked, “May I?” Embarrassed, I gave him a light slap. Seeing my shy expression, Kevin smiled and buried his face in my neck. “I’m sorry…” I slowly closed my eyes. “Kevin, Lily left a letter and has disappeared!” A knock at the door. Kevin quickly stood up straight. He said, “Audrey, you go to sleep first. I need to go out for a bit.” I glared at Kevin angrily and said, “With so many people on the base, why does it have to be you who goes looking for her? We just got married today!” Kevin got dressed and walked over to me, picking up my coat to help me put it on. “We’ll go together.” “The Thompson family saved my life. I can’t ignore Lily’s situation. So will you come with me? When we return, you can punish me.” I paused for a moment, pushed him away, and put on my coat myself. “Let’s go.” I walked out the door without looking at Kevin, clearly displeased. Soon, I felt him grip my hand tightly. I couldn’t shake his hand off and glared at him angrily. “Walk slowly, visibility isn’t good at night.” Kevin completely ignored my anger, holding my hand firmly. We arrived at Lily’s house shortly after. Since Lily’s parents had passed away early, the naval base had always taken care of her, arranging a small detached cottage for her. Now, people were gathered all around the cottage. The neighbor who first discovered Lily was missing anxiously pushed to the front with a note. [Kevin, I don’t want to burden everyone anymore. I’m going to join my mom and dad.] Looking at this brief message, Kevin frowned and immediately arranged for everyone to spread out to search for Lily. Soon, the entire island where the naval base was located echoed with voices calling for Lily, especially along the coastline where most of the searchers were concentrated. Worried that she might actually harm herself, I also joined the search across this unfamiliar island. However, seeing how many people were already searching the shoreline, I began looking in more secluded areas. I didn’t expect to make an unexpected discovery. “Why are you here? Where’s Kevin?” Hearing my footsteps, Lily turned around excitedly from her position on the rocks, but her face immediately fell when she saw it was me. Seeing her standing resentfully on the rocks, I smiled mockingly. “Is a man who doesn’t even care about you worth risking your life for?” I said. Lily stubbornly replied, “Kevin and I grew up together, and my parents saved his life. If it weren’t for you, I would be his wife!” I scoffed, “If he truly loved you, he wouldn’t have married me. My marriage to Kevin was arranged by our families long ago. You never had a chance! And you never will. Kevin will only be my husband. But if he dares to cheat, I’ll make him taste what it’s like to face a military tribunal. I doubt either of you could handle that!” With that, I turned to leave. Lily clearly had no intention of killing herself—she was just throwing a tantrum. I couldn’t be bothered to engage with her any further. I didn’t expect Lily to suddenly grab me and whisper in my ear, “If we both fell into the sea, would Kevin save you or me?” Before I could react, she violently pulled me into the ocean. Completely unprepared, I swallowed several mouthfuls of salty, bitter seawater. “Help! Kevin! Save me!”

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After Harry Murphy’s parents passed away, his sister Amanda Murphy moved into our home—mine and Harry’s—bringing a miniature pig with her. But I always felt this miniature pig had it out for me. Whenever Harry and I showed any affection toward each other, the pig would forcefully nudge me with its snout. There were even several times when it bit my arms while I was asleep. I couldn’t take it anymore and suggested giving the pig away, but Amanda threw a fit, crying and threatening suicide. “You want to get rid of the pig? You clearly just want to kick me out!” Harry also mocked me for being heartless, saying, “My sister only has me to rely on now. It’s just a miniature pig—it barely eats anything. Be more generous!” But that wasn’t the case at all! This miniature pig didn’t just eat regular food—it especially loved pork ribs dripping with fat! And recently, I noticed it was getting fatter and fatter, weighing up to 154 pounds, with a shadow that looked like a person when it stood up. Even more disturbing, this miniature pig kept trying to wear my clothes. When I refused, it would knock me to the ground and bite my scalp. After being bitten by the miniature pig yet again, I decided to call my relative Jack Thompson, who runs a slaughterhouse in the countryside, to come over with his butcher knife. But unexpectedly, I overheard a conversation between Harry and Amanda that made me completely lose control! Harry’s father died in a car accident, and his mother, Carol Roberts, subsequently committed suicide at home. Now he only has his high school freshman sister, Amanda. After discussing it with Harry, we decided to have Amanda come live with us in our city. A week later, Amanda arrived carrying a miniature pig. I was shocked and instinctively stepped back. “What… what is that?” Hearing my question, Amanda looked at me defensively, afraid I might take her miniature pig away. “This is the only thing my mom left me.” The atmosphere grew heavy with her words. Harry quickly tried to ease the tension by pulling me aside to explain, “You know Amanda witnessed my mom’s suicide firsthand, so psychologically she’s a bit… “She says this miniature pig is her emotional support now.” Harry sighed heavily, “Honey, if we separate her from that miniature pig now… “If something bad happens again, I wouldn’t want to live either!” Looking at Harry’s newly grown white hair, I couldn’t help but feel for him. I glanced back at Amanda and finally chose to agree. I thought, “Harry makes a good point. What if I insist on not accepting this pig and end up hurting Amanda again?” Besides, Harry had promised me that the pig wouldn’t grow too big or take up much space. When Amanda saw that I agreed, her attitude toward me softened considerably. The next day, I skipped work and took Amanda to complete her school enrollment. Everything went smoothly. After paying her tuition, I headed home. On my way back, the delivery station called to inform me that the twenty-two pounds of pig feed I’d ordered had arrived. I said, “Great, please deliver it to my home. I’m there now.” Although I initially couldn’t accept this miniature pig, now that I’d decided to keep it, I couldn’t neglect it. After the pig feed was delivered, I quickly poured it into a newly purchased bowl. But just as I put down the bag of feed, the miniature pig charged right at me. Caught off guard, I fell straight to the floor. My butt hurt. After knocking me down, the pig snorted a few times, gave me a disdainful look, then turned and left. It looked exactly like someone who had just won a battle! I was angry, but then I remembered hearing that pigs are among the smartest animals. I thought, “Maybe it’s acting this way because it knows I was reluctant to accept it yesterday?” Thinking this, I smiled and got up. I shouldn’t hold a grudge against a pig. After dealing with the remaining pig feed, I went to bed. There had been issues with a contract at work these past few days, and I was exhausted. All I wanted was to lie down and get some good sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I was awakened by a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, I discovered the miniature pig chewing on my hair! I screamed and pushed the pig away, but it was useless! No matter how hard I pushed, it just stared at me arrogantly. My scalp was in serious pain. I quickly grabbed scissors and cut off that section of hair. Once the hair was cut, the pig lost its balance and rolled quite a distance away. Breathing heavily, I looked at my ruined hair with dismay as the miniature pig snorted a couple of times and spat out the remaining hair in its mouth. Finally, it bared its teeth at me challengingly before leaving the bedroom. I felt bewildered because once again I sensed this miniature pig’s malice toward me. Its expressions seemed almost human. Frightened by my own thoughts, I cautiously peeked out toward the pig’s bed. To my surprise, it was staring right back at me, smiling. The scene made me break out in a cold sweat. The next moment, the door opened, and I rushed toward Harry as he entered, seeking safety in his presence. Harry asked in confusion, “Babe, what happened to your hair?” I nervously told him the whole story about the miniature pig eating my hair, but to my surprise, Harry angrily pushed me away. He said, “Karen, I know you look down on the miniature pig Amanda brought. “But saying it ate your hair is ridiculous.” With that, Harry walked straight to the pig’s bed and incredulously pointed at the bowl of spaghetti-like pig feed. “This is what you’re feeding my sister’s miniature pig?”

I stopped abruptly behind Harry. “What’s wrong with feeding it this? Isn’t this pig feed? Isn’t this what pigs are supposed to eat?” I didn’t expect Harry to completely ignore me this time, picking up the mini pig and heading straight to the kitchen. Then I heard the sound of the gas stove igniting. I asked, “What are you doing?” “I’m cooking some pasta for it. It doesn’t eat pig feed at all, only human food. When Mrs. Wilson comes to clean tomorrow, remind her to prepare an extra portion of food from now on.” I stood there dumbfounded, finding it utterly ridiculous. I said, “Harry, have you lost your mind? This is a pig, an animal! It should eat specialized pig feed!” Harry suddenly snapped, “But this pig is different! Amanda’s pig just won’t eat the feed you bought! You’re a city girl, a pampered princess! When we country folks keep pets, we feed them the same food we eat. There, are you happy now?” With that, Harry pushed me out of the kitchen and slammed the door shut. In that split second before the door closed, I caught the smug look in the mini pig’s eyes, piercing my heart like a sharp blade. My heart raced, and my head began to throb. This was the first heated argument since Harry and I got married. I had imagined our first fight countless times, but never thought it would be over a pig! A few minutes later, Harry emerged from the kitchen with the mini pig in one arm and a plate in the other. He carefully placed the pig on a chair, then used a fork to cut the pasta into small pieces, feeding it spoonful by spoonful. He was treating it like a child. The mini pig made satisfied noises while eating. Then Harry gently apologized to me, “Baby, I’m sorry for losing my temper. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and couldn’t control my emotions. I’m sorry.” Looking at his slightly hunched back, my heart softened again. Harry had lost both his parents, and on top of that, he’d been laid off from his job. I said, “I’m going to get a haircut. We’ll talk when I get back.” I grabbed my purse and went downstairs, only to run into Amanda who was heading home. “Karen…” Amanda greeted me while nervously hiding something behind her back. But I still caught a glimpse of three packaged honey-glazed ribs. Thinking she was afraid I’d scold her, I smiled and transferred her a thousand dollars. I said, “Buy whatever you want to eat, don’t be shy.” Amanda nodded and went upstairs. Watching her hurry away, I suddenly had an uneasy feeling, so I abandoned my haircut plans and followed her. Just as I reached the door, I heard Harry and Amanda talking. “Did you get it?” “Yes. Karen almost caught me.” “Quick, take it out…” After a moment’s hesitation, I pushed open the door to find Harry and Amanda both kneeling in front of the sofa, feeding those honey-glazed ribs to the mini pig with their hands!

I covered my mouth in shock and said, “What are you doing?” Harry looked panicked. Amanda quickly grabbed the mini pig and ran back to her room. I said, “Harry, it’s eating barbecue ribs? Isn’t that like its own kind?” Harry closed the door and began explaining, “Amanda said she wanted to give the pig something nice, so I… honey, if I had told you beforehand, you wouldn’t have been so shocked.” I thought the scene I just witnessed was extremely disturbing. But I remembered pigs are omnivores. It seemed reasonable that it would eat these things. Seeing that I wasn’t questioning further, Harry took the opportunity to kiss me. “Honey, weren’t you going to get a haircut? Let’s go, I’ll come with you.” After my haircut, Harry accompanied me to the mall. It was late when we got home. Thinking Amanda would be asleep, we both moved quietly. To my surprise, I tripped as soon as I entered the door. When I turned on the light, I saw it was the mini pig! At that moment, it was glaring at me fiercely, making low growling sounds. Harry quickly helped me up. But as soon as I steadied myself, the mini pig charged and bit my ankle. I jumped up in pain. Harry helplessly pulled me behind him. He said, “Honey, go rest in our room. I’ll handle this.” After being tormented by this pig so many times in one day, I was terrified. Without thinking twice, I ran back to the bedroom. About fifteen minutes later, Harry came to bed looking exhausted. I asked, “Is everything taken care of?” “Yes, it is.” Hearing this, I felt somewhat relieved. I thought I would sleep peacefully tonight, but I woke up again in excruciating pain. “Ah! It’s biting my finger! It hurts so much!” Harry turned on the light. The mini pig was clamped down hard on my index finger. No matter how much I hit it, it wouldn’t let go! And the more I struggled, the harder it bit down. Harry panicked too. Amanda rushed into the bedroom after hearing the commotion. Thankfully, the mini pig finally released my finger when Amanda told it to. A chunk of flesh had been bitten off my index finger, with blood dripping onto the bedsheets and floor. “We need to go to the hospital!” It was already four in the morning when we returned from the hospital, and I was wide awake. Amanda held the mini pig and apologized to me, “Karen, I’m so sorry. I’ll keep it under control from now on, I won’t let it hurt you again.” I could see my blood still on the corners of the mini pig’s mouth as it half-closed its eyes and shook its head. Seeing this, I was furious. I said, “Get rid of it! This pig must leave my house!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Harry, look at my hair, my finger! Haven’t I been good enough to this pig? I worried about it being hungry and bought the best feed! But how does it treat me? You’ve both seen its malice toward me with your own eyes!” After my outburst, Amanda unexpectedly burst into tears. “Karen, I get it now. You don’t hate the pig, you hate me! I have no parents, I’m just a burden. I’ll leave right now!” Harry grabbed Amanda with one hand and my arm with the other. He said, “Karen! What are you saying? Aren’t you usually the one who loves animals the most? How can you not even tolerate one pig?” Their accusations left me feeling helpless. I didn’t expect that in the next moment, Harry would pull Amanda toward me and apologize, “Honey, don’t be angry. If it ever hurts you again, I’ll send it away immediately without you having to say a word!” Amanda also kept begging me, “Karen, please don’t send it away.” Backed into a corner, I said, “Both of you, get up! I promise not to send it away, but it absolutely cannot hurt me again. And it’s not allowed in our bedroom!” With that, I turned and walked toward the bedroom. I didn’t dare look back because I could feel the pig staring at me with hateful eyes. In the days that followed, although the mini pig still gnawed on my arm, at least it didn’t cause any substantial damage. Occasionally, it would glare at me viciously. As time passed, it ate more and more. And I was shocked to discover its weight was constantly increasing. This wasn’t a mini pig that would stay small at all! Whenever I complained to Harry, he would dismissively say, “We’ve raised it for so long now, we can’t just abandon it. Besides, our house has plenty of space. There’s still an empty room—it can live there from now on.” I felt conflicted, but then Amanda chimed in flatteringly, “Karen, thank you. This pig has grown so big because of your tolerance. We can’t just throw it away now just because it’s gotten bigger.” While eating dinner, I glanced at the pig not far away. Its size now approached that of a grown man. Though its limbs were chunky, its face remained the same size as when it was a mini pig. I even joked about it: “If only it were human—all that fat on the body, none on the face.” At Harry and Amanda’s insistence, the pig was moved to the bedroom next to mine and Harry’s. That night, I had just fallen asleep when I felt my nose itching and a sense of suffocation. I snapped my eyes open to find the pig sitting with half its butt on my chest. Its tail was swishing back and forth, making me want to sneeze. By the moonlight, I watched as it carefully shifted its butt off the bed. It moved cautiously, making almost no sound. I thought to myself, “This pig is really smart.” But suddenly I sensed something was wrong. I wanted to call for Harry, but couldn’t make a sound. I also noticed the pig wasn’t heading toward the door, meaning it didn’t want to leave. Curious about what it was up to, I kept my eyes half-open to observe. It walked to the closet and nudged the door open with its snout. I was dumbfounded, but what it did next sent chills down my spine. It suddenly stood upright, used its front hooves to pull out one of my jackets, and draped it over itself. In the dim room, it excitedly wiggled its ears like a human. I was stunned. “What are you doing?” My voice was barely audible, but the pig heard me. Instead of fleeing, it glared at me ferociously, then charged. I screamed and tried to dodge, but it grabbed my hair. Harry quickly turned on the light and angrily scolded it, only then did the pig let go. I lost quite a bit of hair, my scalp throbbed with pain, and my forehead was bleeding from a cut from its tusks. Harry timidly cleaned up the scene and apologized to me. But this time I said nothing, just opened my phone and texted Jack: [Jack, come to my house tomorrow. Bring your butcher knife.] I thought to myself, “No matter what, this pig has to go!”

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“Ms. Nelson, when do you plan to reveal your identity?” After a brief contemplation, Evelyn Nelson responded calmly, “Perhaps in five days.” Five days from now would be Christopher’s grandmother Katherine Duncan’s birthday. By then, she would present Katherine with a lavish gift as the sole daughter of the Nelson family. “Have you prepared the birthday gift I mentioned earlier?” Hearing Evelyn’s words, Clare Anderson immediately responded respectfully, “Ms. Nelson, everything has been arranged. The rare pearl necklace has been acquired by Nelson Group at auction for twenty million dollars, and the authentic painting lost for hundreds of years has been added to the gift list. Additionally, there’s a diamond ring personally crafted by a top jewelry designer…” Clare listed numerous items in one breath, each priceless, some even impossible to obtain regardless of money. After listening, Evelyn remained perfectly calm, merely nodding slightly. In fact, besides this gift list, she had prepared a special surprise for her husband Christopher Duncan. Their fifth wedding anniversary was approaching, and she believed he would both like and need this gift. On that day, she would reveal her true identity, telling Christopher that she wasn’t the ordinary woman he thought she was, but the sole heir to the Nelson Group, with assets worth hundreds of billions of dollars. Twenty-five years ago, Evelyn was born into the Nelson family, the wealthiest in the country, a genuine carefree heiress. From childhood, she lived in luxury and was adored. Everyone addressed her respectfully as “Little Princess.” However, starting from when she was five years old, she frequently encountered accidents and often fell ill. Evelyn’s parents were extremely worried. They eventually learned the truth from a fortune teller—her destiny was quite unusual. The only solution was to send Evelyn to be raised in an ordinary family until she turned twenty-five. By then, her misfortune would naturally dissipate, and she could return to her originally wealthy life. Despite their reluctance, for Evelyn’s safety, they had to make the painful decision to part with her. So for all these years, Evelyn had been living a modest life with her adoptive parents under an ordinary identity. During college, Evelyn and Christopher were classmates. Unlike the ordinary Evelyn, Christopher was the campus heartthrob pursued by all the female students. He excelled academically, came from a prestigious family, had handsome features, and possessed a cool demeanor that attracted admiration yet kept people at a distance. Countless girls dreamed of becoming his girlfriend, but only one truly entered his heart. However, this relationship lasted only a year before the girl resolutely went abroad and broke up with him. After the breakup, Christopher fell into despair, drowning his sorrows in alcohol daily, even being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment after excessive drinking caused a gastric hemorrhage. Evelyn had always had feelings for him. Seeing him so self-destructive, she couldn’t stand by and do nothing, so she accompanied and cared for him during his darkest days. At that time, Christopher’s mother’s condition worsened, and her only dying wish was to see her son married before she passed away, so he would have someone to rely on for the rest of his life. To fulfill his mother’s last wish, Christopher approached Evelyn and proposed marriage. Evelyn, already in love with him, accepted almost without hesitation. After marriage, Evelyn and Christopher respected each other greatly. However, rather than being partners, they were more like polite roommates living under the same roof. Evelyn knew clearly that Christopher had not let go of his first love. But she felt it was okay. She believed true love could overcome all obstacles. When she revealed her identity, Christopher would surely put the past behind him and recommit to their family life.

After parting with Clare, Evelyn returned home alone. She had just walked through the door when she ran into Christopher. Christopher was wearing a suit, clearly having just returned from the office. He was holding an elegant gift box in his hand. Evelyn instinctively started to head to the bathroom to draw him a bath as usual, but Christopher stopped her. He casually tossed the gift box to her. “My grandmother’s 80th birthday is in five days, and I’ve already prepared a gift for you to give her. When the time comes, just hand this to her. I don’t want you embarrassing me at such an important occasion,” he said coolly. His words pierced Evelyn’s heart like a sharp thorn. Due to the constraints of fate, she not only lived a poor life with her adoptive parents but also couldn’t reveal her true identity to others. After so many years, her husband didn’t even know that she was actually the heir to the Nelson family fortune. After a long pause, Evelyn finally said, “Don’t worry. I’ve already prepared a birthday gift, and it won’t be inferior to this one.” She handed the gift box back to him. Christopher laughed as if he’d heard some ridiculous joke. “What kind of decent gift could you possibly prepare? Since we got married, you’ve just been a stay-at-home wife.” He rubbed his temples impatiently and continued, “The company issues have been stressful enough these past few days. Please don’t make trouble, okay?” “I don’t expect you to help with my career. After all, you come from an ordinary family. But at least don’t cause problems that make people mock me.” Evelyn was so shocked she almost blurted out her true identity. How she wanted to tell him right then that she wasn’t ordinary, that she was fully capable of helping his career, and would never bring him shame. But remembering that in five days she would reveal her identity, Evelyn ultimately suppressed the impulse. She took a deep breath, looked Christopher straight in the eyes, and said seriously, “I’m not making trouble. I really have prepared a better gift than yours. And I won’t embarrass you.” After all, Christopher was her husband. She had always been considerate of his feelings and taken meticulous care of him—how could she ever humiliate him? The birthday gift she had prepared—whether it was the $20 million pearl necklace, the original oil painting lost for hundreds of years, or any of the other rare treasures on her list—would be enough to stun everyone present, certainly far surpassing the gift box in Christopher’s hand. However, Christopher obviously didn’t believe her, thinking she was just putting on a brave face. He pushed the gift box back into her hands and said with finality, “Come on. Don’t I know exactly how much money you have? This gift was chosen according to my grandmother’s preferences. Just give it to her when the time comes.” Seeing that he completely dismissed her words, Evelyn sighed helplessly. She was about to explain further when Christopher’s phone suddenly rang. Glimpsing the caller ID, Christopher’s exhaustion instantly vanished, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his usually cold face. He unconsciously smiled before walking away to answer the call.

The caller was Selena Murphy, Christopher’s first love. Back then, Selena and Christopher’s relationship lasted less than one Christmas before she hastily broke things off. She said she didn’t want to bother him and promptly left for abroad. Christopher desperately tried to keep her, but ultimately failed to win her heart. After Selena left, Christopher was devastated. Although Evelyn gradually helped him out of despair, after so many Christmases had passed, he still longed for Selena in his heart. Just yesterday, Selena returned to the country. The first thing she did upon her return was to contact Christopher. When Evelyn learned they had reconnected, she couldn’t help feeling displeased, but she chose to respect Christopher’s decision. She would always remember how Christopher had firmly stood in front of her when she was mocked for her foster parents’ poverty during Christmas as a child. He defended her like a hero, leaving an unforgettable impression in her heart. Since then, she had willingly devoted herself to the man she loved. She always believed that Christopher would someday understand her feelings. Lost in thought, she noticed the housemaid walking toward her. Since Evelyn was now a full-time housewife of ordinary background, she had been expected to handle various household chores after joining the Duncan family. Of course, she had suggested getting a job outside the home, but her proposal was immediately rejected. However, besides not being allowed to work outside, Evelyn had another reason for choosing to be a homemaker. Christopher worked hard, often staying at the office until late at night, frequently forgetting to eat. For the sake of business development, he couldn’t avoid drinking at social gatherings. Soon, his digestive system became fragile and sensitive. Because of this, Evelyn learned to cook, just to take better care of his health. She was happy to devote herself to her beloved and never felt any shame in it. Unfortunately, others didn’t see it that way. The Duncan family’s maids had always looked down on her and frequently ridiculed her. They were even bold enough to order her around directly. When Evelyn snapped back to reality, the maid had approached her and glared at her, saying, “All the plates in the kitchen are piled up. Why aren’t you washing them?” “Hurry up! Are you deaf?” Evelyn had long grown accustomed to such imperious scolding. In the past, she would have silently endured it and complied. But now, as she was about to reclaim her true identity, there was no need to swallow her pride anymore. “We don’t employ you just to pay you for nothing. Am I the only one who can wash plates around here?” Evelyn’s retort stunned the maid. She hadn’t expected this typically submissive woman to suddenly transform like this. As the maid was about to lose her temper, Evelyn had already turned and walked away. Even though she hadn’t yet reclaimed her identity, she was still Christopher’s legitimate wife. The Duncan family had many servants, and these household chores shouldn’t have been her responsibility in the first place.

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“Ms. Edwards, are you sure you want to immigrate?” “Yes,” Stella Edwards consistently answered the staff member’s repeated inquiries. After receiving Stella’s confirmation, the staff member said, “Very well, Ms. Edwards. The process should be completed in about ten days. We’ll notify you of the results via text message at that time.” After leaving, Stella hailed a taxi to return home. The taxi’s radio was broadcasting news about the upcoming wedding between Bryce Kingsley, president of the Kingsley Group, and his fiancée, Stella. Rumor had it that Bryce loved his fiancée deeply and had spent an entire year preparing for this wedding. He had hired the country’s top wedding planning team at great expense to create the most magnificent ceremony to marry Stella. This enviable wedding of the century was just ten days away, but neither Bryce nor anyone else knew that the wedding was destined to fall through because Stella was planning to run away. Stella’s father had cheated when she was very young. Her parents later divorced, and she lived with her mother. When Stella was in eighth grade, her mother passed away after a serious illness that Christmas. It was also that Christmas when Stella met Bryce. He was like a sudden beam of light in Stella’s life. When she lost her loved one, he warmed her cold heart. However, having witnessed her mother’s unhappy marriage since childhood, Stella instinctively resisted when Bryce approached her, only agreeing to be with him after he confessed his love many times. To make her his wife, Bryce even climbed the Himalayas, kneeling at the highest peak to swear to the heavens that he, Bryce Kingsley, loved Stella deeply and would marry no one but her. Stella still remembered the day he proposed to her on the mountaintop. She cried uncontrollably, believing her life would be complete from then on. But Stella never expected to be disappointed so soon. Two weeks ago, Stella discovered Bryce was cheating. He had bought another luxury home in the same community where they lived together. He had long forgotten his vows, but Stella hadn’t. When he proposed, Stella had said, “I cannot accept betrayal. So if one day you no longer love me, I will disappear from your world.” At that time, Bryce held her tenderly in his arms and said, “I will never betray you, nor will my feelings change. Stella, I won’t become a man like your father. I will love only you for the rest of my life.” Looking back now, she felt vows couldn’t be trusted. The taxi arrived at the residential area, and Stella paid and got out. She had just had a glass of water after returning home when Bryce arrived. He placed a gift bag on the dining table, then embraced Stella from behind, saying, “Stella, are you feeling better? There was a sudden situation at the company today, so I couldn’t take you to the hospital.” Seeing no response from Stella, he kissed her cheek and then released her. Stella nearly threw up when she smelled the alcohol and perfume on him. Bryce frowned and suggested taking Stella to the hospital. Stella refused because she no longer needed to go. Earlier today, she had sudden stomach pain and was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis. She had called Bryce more than a dozen times, but he never answered. Stella went to the hospital alone, only to spot him with his assistant, Isabella Thompson, outside the obstetrics clinic. Isabella was happily caressing her slightly protruding belly, while Bryce lovingly had his arm around her. Bryce seemed to love her deeply, and Isabella’s small bump told Stella they had probably been together longer than she had discovered. So after leaving the hospital, Stella went to the immigration agency. She intended to keep her promise and completely disappear from his world. Seeing Stella lost in thought, Bryce quickly asked what was wrong. Stella shook her head, wanting to return to the bedroom, but he held her back. He opened the gift bag on the table, revealing a designer handbag—the exact style she had wanted before. “Stella, in ten days it will be your birthday and also our wedding. I specially ordered this for you from overseas. Try it out.” Bryce looked at Stella expectantly, but she only gave the bag a brief glance. Half an hour earlier, Isabella had updated her Instagram with a photo of an identical limited-edition bag. [Someone who loves you will always find ways to give you the best!] Before Stella could speak, her phone rang. Isabella had updated Instagram again. [The bag has a damaged corner, and I don’t like it anymore. Someone promised to buy me a new one. I’m waiting.] Stella instinctively looked at the corner of the bag. Sure enough, there were some scratches. So the gift Bryce gave her was something someone else had rejected. Seeing that Stella wasn’t as excited as she usually was when receiving gifts, Bryce patiently asked, “Don’t you like this style? I can get you the newest model instead!” When Stella remained silent, he continued, “Today I received a payment notification from an immigration agency. Did you go there?” He paused, then added, “I remember you had a classmate who wanted to immigrate and asked for your help. Did you go with her? Why did you have to pay the processing fee for her immigration application?” Stella nodded, not denying it. After getting together with Bryce, he had solemnly promised to support her for life, leading her to quit her job. Their bank cards were linked. Whenever she spent money, he would receive a payment notification. Perhaps because Bryce was only concerned about the pregnant Isabella, he hadn’t noticed Stella’s unusual behavior. Stella thought this was for the best; she wouldn’t need to find excuses to explain. Bryce sighed with relief, and seeing Stella somewhat distracted, he quickly promised, “I’m sorry I let you go to the hospital alone when you weren’t feeling well. I swear it won’t happen again…” The next day, Stella began packing her things. She had many possessions and wanted to organize them early to ship to New Zealand. Bryce was surprised to see Stella packing so early in the morning. “Stella, are you going somewhere? Our wedding is in nine days. Where are you planning to go at a time like this?” Stella calmly replied, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just sorting through some old items to donate to the mountain communities.” Bryce nodded, not suspecting a thing. Just then, the doorbell rang. Bryce opened the door to receive the delivery and called Stella over for breakfast. “Stella, this soup was specially prepared by a Michelin-star chef. You’ve been having digestive issues lately, so I’ve ordered breakfast deliveries for the next two weeks to help you recover.” Bryce served the soup and placed it in front of Stella. He said, “I remember you used to love this restaurant’s food. Try some.” Bryce insisted on feeding Stella the soup, and she didn’t refuse despite her frown. As he fed her, he said, “Every time you’re unwell, I have to force you to eat. What would you do without me?” “Stella, marrying me is the best decision you’ve ever made in your life.” Stella wanted to laugh inside. She had once thought the same, until she discovered Bryce had fallen for someone else. Only then did she realize her mistake. After breakfast, Bryce wanted to take her to see the wedding venue. “Stella, our wedding is just around the corner. Aren’t you curious to see how the venue is being decorated?” Not wanting to appear too cold and raise his suspicions, Stella reluctantly agreed to go with him. To publicly demonstrate their love, Bryce had personally designed a commercial building for Stella, naming it “Stella’s Star.” Their wedding reception would be held in this building. As soon as they arrived at the building entrance, a large crowd gathered around them. “Are you Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Edwards?” “I admire your love story so much! I hope you stay together forever!” Standing beside Bryce, Stella felt uncomfortable hearing all the well-wishes. Bryce, however, appeared much more at ease. He put his arm around Stella’s shoulders, gently kissed her forehead, and declared, “I will never leave Stella’s side!” The crowd erupted in cheers. When Bryce and Stella’s wedding date was first announced, the media had praised him as a devoted man, earning him many fans. He played his part so well that no one knew he had already been unfaithful, engaging in all manner of deception. The crowd grew larger. Stella felt a pain in her stomach and turned pale. Stella groaned in pain, but Bryce didn’t notice. His phone rang. He frowned as he answered. Stella could faintly hear a woman sobbing on the other end. After hanging up, he reluctantly said to Stella, “Stella, there’s an urgent document at the company that needs my signature. I’ll have the wedding coordinator show you around.” Though his eyes were filled with anxiety, he spoke softly, “Darling, this signature is really important! Be good, I’ll be back soon.” He tried to touch Stella’s forehead reassuringly. Stella avoided his hand and said through her pain, “Go ahead with your work. I’ll wait for you to return.” Bryce gave some instructions to the wedding coordinator and left. After he departed, Stella didn’t enter the building but instead dismissed the coordinator and followed Bryce. Stella tracked Bryce to a building across the street. At the entrance, Isabella was surrounded by several people. “She’s so shameless, daring to claim she’s Bryce’s true love!” “Bryce only loves his fiancée. She’s just humiliating herself!” “Someone as devoted as Bryce would never fall for someone else.” Isabella was trapped in the middle of these hostile people. Though terrified, she kept defending herself, “I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth…” One of them pointed to the building across the street and said, “That building across the way was built by Bryce to prove his love for Stella. How can you claim you’re not lying?” “You have no shame!” Emotionally unstable due to her pregnancy, Isabella cried in frustration, “I really am not lying…” “Liar!” Someone angrily stepped forward, about to slap Isabella. Bryce arrived just in time and shouted, “Stop!” He blocked the person who was about to hit Isabella, shielding her behind him, his expression dark. “Mr. Kingsley, this woman is spreading rumors, claiming she’s your true love. I was just about to teach her a lesson for you…” The speaker looked smug, but Bryce was furious. Isabella timidly tugged at Bryce’s sleeve and said, “They all say I’m lying, but I’m not. Bryce, please tell them I’m not lying.” Bryce kicked the person who had spoken and demanded, “What gives you the right to question her?” Everyone around them was stunned, unable to believe that Bryce, who supposedly loved Stella deeply, would lose his temper over another woman. A silence fell over the crowd; no one dared to speak. Standing at a distance and witnessing everything, Stella gave a self-mocking smile and thought, “So Isabella is Bryce’s true love. What does that make me in Bryce’s heart?” “If any of you dare to hurt my woman again, you’ll face the consequences!” Bryce possessively held Isabella in his arms and said fiercely. If Stella hadn’t known the truth, she might have been moved by the scene. It was precisely because she was Bryce’s fiancée that Stella found the current situation so absurd. Stella’s stomach and heart twisted simultaneously. She couldn’t bear to watch anymore and turned to leave. Shortly after returning to the building, Stella heard hurried footsteps. Turning around, she saw Bryce’s anxious expression. “Stella, I’m sorry. I came back as soon as I finished signing. Is your stomach hurting again? Why are you so pale?” he asked. He habitually placed his right hand on Stella’s forehead. She clearly felt his hand trembling and his genuine concern for her. Bryce had just been extremely protective of another woman, and now he was showing such care for her. Stella suddenly couldn’t tell if his acting skills were exceptional or if she was hallucinating. “I’m fine…” she said softly. Bryce kept his hand on Stella’s forehead and exclaimed, “You have a fever! I’m taking you to the hospital right now!” He lifted Stella into his arms. She struggled to get down, saying, “I just didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll be fine after resting at home.” But he refused to put her down. “Then I’ll take you home to rest now.” Ignoring the stares of people around them, Bryce carried Stella toward the exit. “Stella, I told you I’m your support. Whether you’re feeling unwell or unhappy, just tell me, and I’ll always be by your side!” he said firmly. Hearing his words, Stella felt a pang in her heart. He had indeed said this to her before, but he had already broken his promise and betrayed her. “Stella, what’s wrong? Why does your expression seem off?” Bryce asked. After spending so many Christmases with Stella, Bryce could detect changes in her mood when he paid attention. Stella shook her head and said, “I was just wondering if you remember what you told me when you proposed…” “Of course I remember!” Bryce set Stella down and said earnestly, “Stella, I will only love you in this lifetime, and I will never betray you!” Stella stared at Bryce, thinking: “He only loves me and won’t betray me? Then what about Isabella?” Her gaze made Bryce uncomfortable, and he averted his eyes slightly. He didn’t understand why Stella would suddenly ask him this, but he was confident that he had hidden his affair well, and Stella couldn’t possibly know about his infidelity. Bryce took a deep breath and was about to say something when Stella fainted. She felt like she had a very long dream. When she woke up again, Stella found herself lying in a hospital bed. As soon as she opened her eyes, Stella heard a nurse shout, “Quick, tell Mr. Kingsley that Ms. Edwards is awake!” While others went to notify Bryce, the nurse said to Stella, “Ms. Edwards, you’re finally awake. If you hadn’t woken up soon, we would all be in trouble…” The nurse described how Bryce had brought her to the hospital after she fainted: “He angrily said he would teach us a lesson if anything happened to you! Ms. Edwards, just like the rumors say, Mr. Kingsley loves you so much. You’ve been unconscious for days, and he’s been by your side the whole time, not eating or drinking. He was forced to go rest just an hour ago. In all my years working at this hospital, I’ve never seen a man care so much for his fiancée!” Stella listened to the nurse’s praise of Bryce while maintaining a cold expression. She simply said, “Thank you for taking care of me these past few days.” The nurse replied, “You should thank Mr. Kingsley. He’s been more attentive than any of us medical staff…” Just then, Bryce arrived. Stella didn’t know how many days she had been unconscious, but when Bryce entered, he looked exhausted and had lost weight. “Stella, you’re finally awake. I was so worried about you,” Bryce said in a hoarse voice. Stella said, “I’m fine.” “You scared me to death.” Bryce pulled Stella into his embrace. Being so close to him, Stella noticed the pungent perfume smell on Bryce was unusually strong. Stella recalled what the nurse had just told her. She had been unconscious for days, and supposedly he had stayed by her side without eating or drinking. Yet the perfume smell on him was clearly telling her otherwise. Bryce released Stella. His phone rang. He took it out, glanced at it but didn’t answer. He said to Stella, “Stella, you’ve been unconscious for days, and I’ve been at the hospital watching over you. I haven’t had time for company matters. Now that you’re awake, my assistant immediately called to update me on work.” Stella nodded. Bryce casually took out his phone and sent a voice message: “Isabella, Stella hasn’t fully recovered yet, so I need to stay at the hospital for a few more days. Bring the documents to the hospital. I’ll work from here.”

After sending the voice message, Bryce put down his phone and said to Stella, “Stella, I’m going to take a shower. You get some rest, and if you need anything, just ask the nurse to call me.” She replied, “Okay.” Bryce turned and left the hospital room. Not long after, Stella saw Isabella through the partially open door, carrying a stack of documents, coming to find Bryce. There was nothing wrong with that, except Isabella’s outfit clearly wasn’t appropriate for discussing business. She was wearing an extremely short skirt and a revealing top. Stella thought Bryce and Isabella wouldn’t do anything inappropriate in the hospital in broad daylight, but she underestimated her judgment and overestimated Bryce’s self-control. An hour later, Stella made an excuse to get out of bed to stretch her legs. She walked down the long corridor to the most secluded hospital room in the corner. Through the glass window, she saw Bryce pinning Isabella beneath him. From inside came the sound of urgent breathing from both man and woman. Stella clearly heard Bryce’s voice. He said, “I just satisfied you last night, and now you want more! Don’t you realize you’re pregnant right now!” This was followed by the sounds of kissing, and Isabella moaned, “I just want to make sure you don’t have any energy left for other women! Do you like my new sexy lingerie? Do you like it?” Stella couldn’t bear to listen to what came next. This room was only a hundred yards from hers. Just a hundred yards away, Bryce was in bed with another woman behind her back, like a wild beast out of control. Bryce had always been a disciplined man. Even when he and Stella were deeply in love, he never easily lost control. They had never done that; at most, they had only kissed. He always said that good men like him were rare, and that his friends were all womanizers. Bryce had sworn he would never indulge in physical relationships, and that he and Stella would save their first time for the most important moment. He said he wanted to be responsible for Stella and for himself. Stella thought she had found the best man in the world. But now, seeing him with Isabella in bed made all his previous words seem ridiculous. Heartbroken, Stella returned to her room and found herself in tears. The nurse, seeing her crying, asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?” “I’m just so happy,” Stella said. “What’s making you so happy?” the nurse asked suspiciously. “In seven days I’ll be starting a new life, of course I’m happy.” The nurse remembered that Bryce and Stella’s wedding was in seven days and was genuinely happy for her. “Marrying the one you love is definitely worth celebrating. Ms. Edwards, I wish you and Mr. Kingsley happiness!” Stella neither nodded nor shook her head. From the moment Bryce betrayed her, she and Bryce had been growing further apart… The next day, Stella’s condition improved, and she was discharged from the hospital. After eating breakfast delivered from the restaurant, Stella shipped her last batch of belongings overseas, then pulled out dozens of wedding invitation designs that Bryce had brought back. He had promised to give Stella a perfect wedding, even having different styles of invitations designed for her to choose from. But his so-called perfect wedding had a major flaw. One version of the invitation didn’t use Stella and Bryce’s photo, but instead featured a cartoon wedding picture. And on this version, Isabella’s name was printed in the bride’s position. Stella brought this invitation to Bryce and asked, “What’s this about?” Seeing the invitation with the wrong name in Stella’s hand, Bryce frowned and said, “How could the staff print the wrong name!” Bryce immediately took out his phone to call Isabella. Fifteen minutes later, Isabella appeared before Stella. Bryce threw the invitation in front of Isabella and angrily said, “You’ve been my assistant for so long, how could you make this kind of mistake?” Isabella’s face turned pale as she apologized to Stella, “I’m sorry, Ms. Edwards. I handle many documents every day and accidentally typed the wrong name on the invitation…” Stella calmly asked, “Is that so?” “Really, Ms. Edwards. I didn’t do it on purpose, it was just a mistake…” Isabella was on the verge of tears. This was the first time Stella carefully observed Isabella. Isabella had delicate features and golden long hair, just like Stella when she was younger. “How should we handle this?” Stella asked. Bryce interjected, “Darling, she didn’t do it intentionally…” Stella said, “Then dock her three months’ salary. What do you think, Bryce?” Bryce nodded with a frown. “Whatever you say.” Then he sternly told Isabella, “Don’t make this mistake again! Otherwise, don’t bother coming to work!” Isabella nodded tearfully. “Understood, Mr. Kingsley…” With that, she turned and left. After Isabella left, Bryce was noticeably distracted. He didn’t even notice when his phone rang until Stella reminded him. After checking the message, Bryce said, “Some old friends want to get together to celebrate our upcoming wedding.” Stella pretended to feel unwell and said, “You go ahead. I have a bit of a headache and want to rest.” Bryce immediately responded, “You definitely need rest. These are friends I’ve grown up with. I can’t really turn them down.” “I understand.” Bryce grabbed his phone and left. After he was gone, Stella began packing her things. She had lived in this house for over a decade, and there was too much to pack. She felt that since she couldn’t take many things with her, she might as well burn them all. Stella lit the fireplace and threw in items related to Bryce one by one. In the roaring flames, her love for Bryce also turned to ashes. Stella’s phone rang. Isabella had updated her social media again. The video was clearly from some high-end club, with Isabella sitting on Bryce’s lap. Bryce was looking at her lovingly and kissing her. People around them said, “Bryce is amazing!” “Never thought such a good man would be so wild in private!” “Bryce, teach us how you hide this from your fiancée!” Bryce laughed and said, “As long as I want to, she’ll never know…” Stella turned off the video, feeling sick. But Bryce would never know that she had discovered this long ago. She decided to let them be together by removing herself from the relationship. Late that night, Bryce returned reeking of alcohol and embraced Stella from behind. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with perfume made Stella frown. He said, “Talked with friends a bit late. Sorry, Stella.” Stella asked, “You just talked?” Bryce said, “Yes. I had some drinks, you don’t mind, do you?” Stella turned around, looking at the marks on his neck, and asked, “What’s this?” Bryce solemnly explained, “I’m allergic to alcohol. I’ll take some medicine soon…” “Is it really just an allergy?” Stella asked. Thinking she was concerned about him, Bryce hugged her and asked, “Are you worried about me? Just this once, I won’t drink anymore. Those guys said after we’re married, you’ll be strict and definitely won’t let me drink…”

“I see.” After hearing his explanation, Stella nodded without pressing further. Bryce, relieved she hadn’t grown suspicious, kissed her forehead before heading to shower. The next day, Bryce unusually stayed home with Stella instead of going to the office. “The wedding is just days away. I want to spend this time with you,” he said. Stella questioned, “Won’t we have even more time together after we’re married?” “It’s different.” Though Bryce couldn’t exactly explain how. He’d been spending too much time with Isabella lately, and Stella’s recent disinterest in everything made him uneasy. Five days before the wedding, Bryce began staying by Stella’s side constantly. When she wanted fruit, he peeled and cut it himself. When her stomach hurt, he made corn chowder for her. During meals, he even fed her by hand. The servants whispered that Bryce truly adored Stella, and she would surely live happily ever after. Whether she was happy or not, Stella didn’t know. She only knew Isabella had updated her social media again. While he was cutting fruit, he was sending flirtatious messages to Isabella. When Bryce was making corn chowder for Stella, he was transferring money to Isabella. When he was feeding Stella, he was voice messaging Isabella, coaxing her to send intimate photos. Stella couldn’t understand how he managed this. Perhaps she had never truly known Bryce. So she quietly booked her flight and completed her immigration paperwork. After everything was prepared, the much-anticipated wedding day finally arrived. The night before the wedding, Bryce took her to the riverside and set off fireworks. Under the brilliant lights, he held her and asked, “Do you like it? I prepared this especially for you. Tomorrow at our wedding, I want the whole city to witness my love for you.” His words were tender, the fireworks casting a passionate glow on his face. If she hadn’t just seen Isabella’s post, Stella might have believed him. [Feeling down. Someone promised to cheer me up with fireworks. Hope he keeps his word.] So these fireworks were never meant for Stella at all. Gazing at the display, Stella coldly asked, “We’re getting married tomorrow. Is there anything you want to tell me?” “Of course!” Bryce nodded emphatically. He cupped her face and said earnestly, “Stella, you’re the best woman I’ve ever met, the one I must marry. I love you. We’ll be together forever.” Even now, he was still deceiving her with clumsy lies. Stella’s eyes welled up. Bryce anxiously asked, “What’s wrong, Stella?” “Nothing, I’m just so happy,” Stella forced a smile. Bryce pulled her into his arms and said, “Marrying you is my greatest fortune. After tomorrow, we’ll belong to each other forever.” Stella leaned on his shoulder, thinking of the immigration approval notification on her phone. Stella thought, “I’m sorry, Bryce. We’re not destined to be husband and wife. This time, I’m leaving you forever…” October 10th was destined to be an extraordinary day. Bryce was up and busy at the crack of dawn. His complexion was rosy, his face beaming with joy. He kept making phone calls to confirm every detail of the wedding. “Stella, just thinking that in a few hours you’ll be my wife makes me crazy with happiness!” Bryce’s joy seemed so genuine. He kept repeating this phrase. Stella felt not a hint of happiness, only anticipation for the freedom she would soon gain. When the clock struck twelve noon, the car arrived at the villa’s entrance as planned, ready to take them to the church for the ceremony. Their phones suddenly rang simultaneously. They both answered their calls and hung up at the same time. The smile vanished from Bryce’s face. He said, “Stella, there’s a massive security breach in the company’s financial system. I need to rush back immediately.” Stella asked, “Is it serious?” “Very serious.” But she clearly heard Isabella’s voice coming through the receiver. This was the countless time he had lied. Stella said, “Go ahead, don’t let work wait.” Bryce hugged her guiltily and said, “Give me thirty minutes, I promise I’ll make it to the wedding on time. Wait for me, okay?” “Okay.” As Bryce turned to leave, he suddenly remembered Stella’s phone call and asked, “Who called you just now?” Stella answered, “My college roommate. She’s on a business trip out of state and called specially to congratulate us.” Bryce said, “We should invite her for dinner sometime.” Stella nodded. With that, Bryce left with peace of mind. Bryce would never know that call was from the airline’s VIP customer service, reminding Stella her flight was about to depart. In one hour, she would be boarding. Watching Bryce’s retreating figure, Stella picked up her packed carry-on. She had compiled screenshots of all Isabella’s social media activities into a compressed file, set to be sent automatically. Once she was on the plane and gone, that evidence would automatically appear in Bryce’s inbox. Standing at the villa’s entrance, Stella took one last look at the mansion where she had spent twelve Christmases. At thirty thousand feet, Stella gazed at the sea of clouds outside her window. From now on, she had nothing to do with Bryce. In her heart, she whispered, “Goodbye, Bryce.”

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“Haven, are you sure you want to marry me on the seventh?” “I’m sure.” “Good. On the seventh, I’ll come to marry you as soon as I finish my business in New Zealand.” After hanging up the phone, Haven Edwards tugged slightly at the corner of her mouth, a complex emotion washing over her as if from another lifetime. If someone had told her before that she would choose to marry a person she’d known for less than half a year, she would have thought it an utterly ridiculous joke. Because everyone knew that her greatest wish in life was to marry her best friend, Wyatt Taylor, whom she had loved for twelve years. Yet now, she was about to let go of these feelings she had held onto for twelve years and marry another man instead. After hanging up, Haven collapsed onto the sofa. At the same time, the TV was broadcasting an interview with Wyatt, the CEO of Taylor Group. On screen, Wyatt wore a tailored suit, handsome and dignified. His charismatic eyes always made people mistake him for being deeply affectionate. The reporter teasingly said, “Mr. Taylor, we’ve finished our questions about Taylor Group’s business plans. May I ask a few personal questions? You’re not only handsome and wealthy, but also the perfect boyfriend in many women’s eyes. I’d like to ask a question on their behalf.” Wyatt nodded politely. “Please go ahead.” The reporter asked, “I heard that you recently purchased a villa at Gold Waterfront and bought a ten-carat blue diamond that symbolizes ‘love you forever.’ Does this mean your wedding is approaching?” As soon as the words were spoken, the entire audience held their breath waiting for Wyatt’s answer. Without any hesitation, Wyatt replied, “Yes, there’s a girl who has dedicated her youth to me. I promised her I would marry her before she turned thirty. Seven days from now is her thirtieth birthday, and I don’t want to make her wait any longer.” His firm statement immediately caused a sensation, quickly climbing to the top of trending searches. Topics related to Wyatt’s marriage like “Wyatt’s public confession on the show” and “Wyatt getting married in seven days” ranked high on the trending list. When news of Wyatt’s upcoming marriage spread, Haven’s former friends sent messages congratulating her on finally getting her wish. After all, she had once half-jokingly told Wyatt, “I’ll only wait for you until I’m thirty. If you still haven’t married me by then, I won’t wait anymore.” However, what no one knew was that Haven wasn’t the person Wyatt intended to marry. Haven’s parents and Wyatt’s parents were neighbors. They had grown up together, and she had loved him for exactly twelve years. How deep was Haven’s love for Wyatt? After high school graduation, because of one comment from Wyatt, she gave up her scholarship to Columbia University to accompany him to his preferred New York University. After graduation, to support Wyatt’s startup, she again sacrificed a job offering an annual salary of $300,000 to help him build his business from scratch. She had invested twelve years of her youth in Wyatt, always believing that true love could overcome all difficulties. However, just half a month ago, she discovered that the villa Wyatt had purchased and the blue diamond he had bought at auction were all given to a woman named “Kylie Porter.” At that moment, she realized how ridiculous her twelve-year devotion had been. Seven days from now would be her thirtieth birthday. And the person Wyatt was about to marry wasn’t her. So, she no longer intended to waste any more time on Wyatt. It was late at night when Wyatt returned home. As his assistant who had been with him since the beginning of his business, Haven took care of everything from daily chores to work documents. The two were inseparable, and for convenience, Haven had even moved in to live with him. At this moment, Haven was sitting on the couch, browsing through wedding dress styles on her tablet for the wedding she would attend in seven days while discussing details on the phone. Wyatt, who had just returned from a business dinner, was surprised to see that Haven didn’t come to greet him or take his coat as usual. Instead, she remained on the couch, focused on her call. He vaguely heard words like “wedding dress” and “ceremony.” Standing in the entryway, Wyatt rubbed his temples, visibly impatient, and couldn’t help but remind her, “What are you doing? Didn’t you see I’m back?” Haven put down her phone, glanced up at Wyatt, and replied calmly, “Nothing much. I know you’re back.” Hearing this, Wyatt’s expression darkened with displeasure as he naturally took off his coat and held it out to her. He had grown accustomed to Haven’s care. Previously, whenever he came home, she would take his clothes and send them for cleaning. But this time, Haven calmly refused. “The washing machine is right there. If you want it washed, you can put it in yourself.” Haven had always been obedient, never refusing any of his requests. Her sudden change in attitude made Wyatt’s slightly intoxicated eyes narrow as he studied her curiously. Though he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, he definitely sensed something had changed. Yet Haven’s expression remained normal, showing no unusual emotions. Wyatt clicked his tongue in irritation, his tone growing cold. “Designer clothes need to be hand-washed.” Haven replied, “Then send them to the dry cleaners.” After being repeatedly challenged, Wyatt’s anger rose quickly. He tugged at his tie impatiently, his voice hardening. “What’s wrong with you today?” Haven opened her mouth, then decided arguing with him was pointless and there was nothing worth discussing. She simply turned and went to her room. Once inside, Haven could vaguely hear Wyatt making a phone call outside her door. She didn’t want to listen, but the room’s poor soundproofing meant that even with the door barely cracked, Wyatt’s voice came through clearly. Wyatt’s smooth voice carried an arrogant superiority. “I just got home and found Haven already picking out wedding dresses. Did she watch the live interview and think I’m going to marry her when I turn thirty? “I only said those things to appease the reporters. But I did promise Kylie I’d marry her in seven days.” The person on the other end seemed to ask why he didn’t tell Haven the truth. Wyatt gave a cold laugh, his handsome face looking increasingly callous with mockery. “After using a free housekeeper for over a dozen years, would you be willing to let her go so easily? If I have to let her go, it’ll be after I marry Kylie in seven days.” The person asked, “What if Haven finds out?” Wyatt snorted, “I’ve hidden it well; she’ll never discover it. Besides, even if she did, what could she do? She’s so in love with me that I could win her back with just a crook of my finger. What kind of scene could she possibly make? “I’m warning you, don’t let anything slip…” Haven didn’t want to hear any more. She returned to her room, feeling her heart sink into an icy pool, cold and piercing. So in Wyatt’s heart, she was nothing more than a free housekeeper who could be placated with the slightest gesture. She could only blame herself for not seeing it sooner. Knowing he would never marry her, she had still foolishly chased him for twelve years. During those twelve years, she had confessed her love to him nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times. In truth, each time he rejected her with various excuses, she should have understood that he didn’t love her and would never marry her. Fortunately, she had finally awakened. In seven days, she would leave him completely and marry someone else. The next day, Haven decided to submit her resignation to the company. When Wyatt graduated, he expressed his desire to start a business, but no one believed in him. So he asked Haven to help him. He promised her that once he achieved success, he would compensate her generously. At that time, trusting his earnest promises, Haven gave up a high-paying job at Christmas with a salary of $300,000. When he started his business without startup capital, she helped him raise funds. When no one was willing to give his projects a chance, she helped him find resources. From having nothing to becoming worth billions of dollars, she accompanied him every step of the way. Yet until now, she remained just his assistant with a monthly salary of $8,000. Once, she liked him, so she was willing to be his assistant. Now, she had decided to give up on him and marry someone else, so naturally, she no longer needed to continue in this position. Arriving at the CEO’s office, Haven printed out her resignation letter, ready to have Wyatt sign it. Before signing, Wyatt, perhaps realizing his attitude toward her had been too cold yesterday, suddenly tossed her a small gift box. “Your birthday is coming up in a few days. This is an early gift for you.” Taking the box, Haven opened it to find a gold necklace inside. In the past, she would have been overjoyed, but now, she felt nothing. She knew this necklace was merely a complimentary item that came with the blue diamond Wyatt had purchased for $50 million. In his eyes, she only deserved such freebies, like a dog that would be happy with any bone thrown its way. Wyatt expected Haven to be speechless with excitement over the gift, but was surprised to see no emotional reaction on her face. Haven’s unusual behavior over the past two days made Wyatt furrow his brow. Just as he was about to ask her about it, Haven handed him a document. “There’s a document that needs your signature.” Perhaps due to his excessive trust in Haven, Wyatt assumed it was some important contract and signed his name without even looking at it. However, as Haven was about to leave with the agreement, Wyatt suddenly felt something was off and couldn’t help asking, “What did I just sign?” Not wanting to explain further, Haven casually waved her hand. “Nothing special, just some routine agreements. Oh, by the way, I’ll be taking a few days off and won’t be coming to the office.” After all, once she resigned, she wouldn’t need to come here anymore. “Alright,” Wyatt nodded without giving it a thought. He didn’t want Haven to keep running into his fiancée at the company and cause trouble. Then he added, “Make sure you come back after your vacation. The company has many big projects waiting for you to help me negotiate.” Haven responded with a soft acknowledgment. Wyatt had no idea that this resignation meant she would never return to this company. After being his assistant for so many Christmases, she was completely exhausted. After turning to leave, Haven walked to the reception area and happened to run into Wyatt’s fiancée and company receptionist, Kylie. Kylie was surrounded by a group of colleagues. She was showing off her right hand: “This is the ring my fiancé bought at an auction for $50 million. Beautiful, isn’t it? You’ve probably never seen jewelry this expensive before. Now’s your chance to admire it!” The diamond ring was indeed dazzling, but Kylie was just a receptionist with an ordinary background. She couldn’t possibly have access to wealthy people, let alone own such a valuable ring. Everyone looked skeptical. “Are you sure it’s not fake?” “Yeah, $50 million is a lot. Don’t lie to us, Kylie.” Hearing these comments, Kylie’s face turned bright red. She tilted her head back defensively: “It’s not fake! Don’t talk nonsense!” Stung by everyone’s suspicious looks, Kylie seemed to remember something and quickly pulled out a property deed from her bag, slapping it on the table. “Besides this $50 million diamond ring, my fiancé also bought me a house at Gold Waterfront. Don’t believe me? Look at this!” Her colleagues gathered around, curiously flipping through the property deed. Discovering that it was indeed for a house at Gold Waterfront, with Kylie listed as the owner, everyone’s faces showed envy. They asked curiously: “Impressive, Kylie! You really married a rich man! Who’s your husband? Someone who can afford such an expensive house at Gold Waterfront like Mr. Taylor?”

Kylie just smiled mysteriously without saying a word, telling everyone they would soon find out who she was marrying. Others might not know, but Haven did—Kylie was going to marry Wyatt. If she remembered correctly, Kylie was Wyatt’s college classmate and the person who had been exceptionally hired into the company during Taylor Group’s first Christmas. At that time, Wyatt had intended to groom Kylie as his new assistant. However, no matter how Haven tried to teach her, Kylie couldn’t handle even the simplest tasks like stamping documents, let alone being like Haven who could both negotiate project partnerships for him and take care of his mundane household matters. So before long, Wyatt abandoned the idea of making Kylie his assistant and transferred her to the reception desk instead. The irony was that this incompetent person had ultimately defeated Haven and won Wyatt’s heart. For twelve Christmases, Haven had devoted herself to him, while Kylie didn’t have to do anything—just stand there and effortlessly obtain what Haven had strived for but could never reach. A chill ran through Haven’s heart. She had given her all to the company and cared deeply for Wyatt, only to discover in the end that it was all just a joke. As everyone continued pressing for answers, Wyatt suddenly appeared. “What are you all gathered here for? Don’t you have work to do?” Hearing Wyatt’s voice, the crowd immediately dispersed, each returning to their posts. Wyatt turned to Haven. “Weren’t you supposed to be on vacation? Why are you still at the company?” Haven said, “Oh, I just heard from reception that she’s getting married soon, and I was about to go congratulate her.” Wyatt frowned at her words. “She didn’t mention who she’s marrying, did she?” Haven shook her head. “No, why?” “Nothing, just asking.” When he learned that Haven didn’t know, Wyatt instantly relaxed. Then, Wyatt continued with his instructions: “Don’t wait for me for dinner tonight. A friend invited me out for drinks, and I might be back very late. Since you don’t need to cook, hurry up and organize the bidding documents for the new project. I don’t trust anyone else with it.” Even knowing she was about to go on vacation, he still demanded she work. Wyatt was such a good actor—even while hiding his plans to marry someone else, he still wanted to squeeze every last bit of value from her. But this time, she wouldn’t comply with his wishes. Haven didn’t respond. Seeing her silence, Wyatt furrowed his brow and pressed, “Did you hear me?” Haven still didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked away under his gaze. Wyatt stared at Haven’s retreating figure, frowning. He thought to himself, “Is it just my imagination? Why does Haven seem increasingly strange lately? But she’s been in love with me for twelve Christmases and has tried to please me for twelve Christmases. As long as I show her a smile and sweet-talk her a little, things should blow over.” With this thought, Wyatt felt inexplicably reassured. Haven returned to the apartment. Looking around at this place that had long become her second home, after a moment’s reflection, she decided to pack up all her belongings and leave. Since she had already decided to leave, she should leave this house that didn’t belong to her for its future mistress. Haven packed from noon until late into the night, filling several suitcases with her miscellaneous possessions. The night was deep, and her stomach growled with hunger. Just as she was about to get up to eat something, her phone began to vibrate. When the call connected, Wyatt’s friend commanded in a self-righteous tone, “Haven, Wyatt’s drunk. Bring some sobering medicine right away! We’re in private room number 5 at Night Bar.” Without waiting for her response, he hung up, as if completely certain she would show up. Haven didn’t want to go, but then she remembered she still had some belongings in the apartment storage unit, and the key was with Wyatt. If she wanted to get rid of those things for good, she needed that key back. After a moment’s consideration, she dragged her tired body out the door. The moment she pushed open the door to the private room, Haven heard Wyatt’s friend’s mocking laughter. “She actually came! I told you she would! After all, how could she stay away when Wyatt’s involved?” Wyatt, sitting in the main seat, lazily took a sip of his drink and pointed at someone on the sofa, laughing, “I win this round. Remember to pay for tonight’s drinks. I can’t believe you guys bet against me on something so obvious.” Hearing this, Haven immediately understood what was going on. Wyatt wasn’t drunk at all. The “drunkenness” was just a bet they’d made at her expense. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Last time, they’d used the excuse that Wyatt had been injured in a car accident, causing her to rush over in a panic, only to find him standing there completely unharmed. His friends had laughed hysterically at her trembling with anger. Since then, Haven had become their regular betting subject. She had fallen for their tricks several times before, so they probably hadn’t expected her to come this time. The person who lost the bet was now lying on the sofa, wailing while accusing Haven, “Why are you such a doormat? Coming whenever we call, even at midnight! Are you a dog or something? You do whatever we tell you to do, without any self-respect!” Another man stepped forward with a mocking smile, “Hey, that’s a bit harsh. How can you talk to a woman like that? But everyone knows how Haven feels about Wyatt. She’s been following him around for over ten years. Calling her a dog isn’t appropriate. I think ‘nanny’ would be more fitting.” Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of contempt and mockery. Wyatt simply observed the scene quietly, making no attempt to stop it. He had expected Haven to get angry as usual and had prepared some comforting words. However, to his surprise, Haven just took a deep breath and calmly asked Wyatt, “I can’t find the storage key. If you have it, please give it to me.” Wyatt frowned, not immediately taking out the key, but trying to change the subject. He moved closer to Haven and asked, “Are you angry? Why do you look so cold?” After a pause, he added, “Michael was just joking with you. Don’t take it to heart—they don’t mean any harm. How about they apologize to you? It’s not a big deal anyway.” Haven responded with a flat “Oh,” showing no emotional reaction. Wyatt was stunned, then waved his friends over. “See? Haven’s upset. Come apologize to her.” The group approached with smirks on their faces. “Haven, please forgive us. We’re sorry.” Their apologies were clearly insincere, merely going through the motions. Haven remained expressionless, looking coldly at Wyatt. “Where’s the key?” Wyatt was surprised by Haven’s calmness tonight, feeling as if she had become a different person. But after thinking it through, he convinced himself that since Haven liked him so much, her nature wouldn’t change. So he took the storage key from his pocket and handed it to her. Haven took the key and turned to leave. Just as she was about to exit the room, she heard Wyatt’s friends teasing him from behind, “Wyatt, why did you make us apologize to Haven?” Another person chimed in, “You just don’t get it. Haven has liked Wyatt for so long. If Wyatt always gave her the cold shoulder, wouldn’t that hurt her confidence? So by occasionally defending her, Wyatt ensures she’ll keep liking him longer. Isn’t that right, Wyatt?” Wyatt nodded. “Yes.” Hearing Wyatt’s “yes,” Haven found it laughable. She thought, “No wonder whenever I was furious, Wyatt always had a way to calm me down.” Sometimes he would give gifts, other times he’d say sweet nothings. But after each reconciliation, he would revert to his usual cold demeanor. Before, she had been completely in the dark, thinking he couldn’t fully accept her because she wasn’t good enough. Looking back now, the problem was never with her, but with Wyatt wanting her to willingly sacrifice for him longer. Now she was actually grateful that choosing to marry someone else had been such a wise decision. Just as she was heading downstairs with her keys, ready to take a taxi home, she spotted a familiar figure through the car window. It was Kylie. She watched as Kylie made a phone call, and a minute later, Wyatt personally came down to greet her. He wrapped his arms around Kylie and tenderly asked, “Why did you come out in this cold weather?” “I missed you. Can’t I come see you?” Kylie said playfully. “Of course you can,” Wyatt replied affectionately, holding her tighter as he escorted her upstairs. After a few steps, Kylie’s shoelace came undone. Wyatt immediately knelt down and tied her shoelace, his eyes full of tenderness. Haven stared at this scene through the taxi window. In the past, these submissive, pleasing gestures were always her doing. She never imagined that the normally arrogant Wyatt would tie someone else’s shoelaces. Wyatt’s friend happened to come out for a smoke and was shocked by the sight. “My God, who would have thought the CEO of Taylor Group would tie someone’s shoelaces?” Hearing this, Wyatt frowned and coldly ordered, “Kylie can’t stand the smell of smoke. If you want to smoke, go somewhere else. And don’t use foul language around Kylie, or you’ll have me to deal with!” His friend, frightened by the warning, quickly scurried away. Sitting in the taxi, Haven watched as Wyatt wholeheartedly protected Kylie in front of his friend, and by comparison, found herself increasingly pathetic. During so many Christmases, no matter how his friends joked at her expense, Wyatt always remained a bystander, paying no attention. But with Kylie, just smoking a cigarette or saying a curse word was enough for him to nearly tear his friend apart. So Haven was now completely awake to the truth. When she got home, it was already two in the morning. Haven tossed and turned, unable to sleep. By the time Wyatt returned, the sun was already up. Wyatt noticed the house felt particularly empty, as many of Haven’s belongings had disappeared. He couldn’t help but ask, “Where are your things?” Haven casually made up an excuse. “A lot of stuff was old, so I threw it away.” There was nothing wrong with her answer, but Wyatt still felt something was off. However, he was about to marry Kylie, so it was indeed inappropriate for Haven to continue living here. If Kylie found out, she would definitely cry. She had always been fragile, nowhere near as strong as Haven. After thinking for a moment, Wyatt said coolly, “Since you’re cleaning up, make sure you do a thorough job.” Haven nodded without saying much. Seeing she didn’t object, Wyatt swallowed the words he had intended to say. He thought, “It doesn’t matter if Haven has really changed. With her feelings for me, a little sweet talk and she’ll come around. At worst, I’ll make some empty promises like I did when we were starting the business. After all, among all the women around me, none is easier to appease than Haven.” Snapping back to reality, Wyatt immediately instructed, “I drank too much last night. Go make me some lemon water.” “I’m heading out. Make it yourself,” Haven replied and turned to leave. But before she could take a step, Wyatt grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” “What?” Haven asked back, her tone calm. “Did you finish the bid proposal I asked you to do last night?” Wyatt pressed. “No,” Haven answered bluntly, then shook off Wyatt’s hand and walked straight out of the apartment. Wyatt stood there, his expression darkening. He thought, “Haven is getting stranger and stranger. Isn’t she afraid I’ll really get angry and leave her for good?”

Haven went out to order a wedding dress. With just a few days until the wedding, she had promised him she would wait at the city hall entrance wearing her wedding dress, so they could get their marriage certificate together. So, she needed to order her wedding dress in advance. Upon arriving at the high-end bridal boutique, Haven asked the manager to bring out the wedding dress she had already reserved, but the manager hesitated, seemingly hiding something. She asked, “Is something wrong? Is there a problem with my dress?” The manager said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Edwards, but your wedding dress has been ordered by someone else.” Haven said, “I already paid a deposit. How could someone else order it?” The manager hesitantly explained, “Well, the other party offered a higher deposit, so…” Haven interrupted the manager, “Who ordered my dress?” Just as the manager was about to answer, a sweet voice accompanied the sound of the door opening. “Is my wedding dress ready? I want to try it on.” Haven looked up to see Kylie again. At the company, Haven and Kylie weren’t particularly close, but on a personal level, Haven knew Kylie all too well. Seeing Haven, Kylie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Haven, what a coincidence! Are you ordering a wedding dress too?” Haven replied, “Yes, I am.” Kylie asked, “Are you getting married too?” Haven nodded. “Yes.” From the beginning, Haven’s public identity at Taylor Group was simply Wyatt’s assistant. Apart from a few friends in the know, no one at the company was aware of her relationship with Wyatt. Clearly, Wyatt hadn’t told Kylie about their relationship either. After all this time at the company, Kylie still thought Haven was just Wyatt’s ordinary assistant. She asked, “When are you getting married?” Haven answered, “On the seventh.” Kylie exclaimed excitedly, “What a coincidence! I’m getting married on the seventh too.” Then, she curiously asked Haven, “Which wedding dress did you choose?” Haven pointed to a dress displayed in the window with an open back and heart-shaped design, saying, “That one.” Kylie said in surprise, “What a coincidence! Not only are we getting married on the same day, but we’ve chosen the same dress. Now I’m curious who your husband is!” Haven gave a slight smile and simply said, “Take a guess.” Kylie paused momentarily at Haven’s words, as if something had occurred to her, but she quickly changed the subject. After all, Haven had ordered the dress first, and even though Kylie had paid a higher deposit, the manager had no right to give the dress to Kylie. So, the manager refunded Kylie’s deposit, and Haven successfully reclaimed her wedding dress. As Kylie left, she was furious. “Just wait! I’ll have my husband shut down your store!” After Kylie left, Haven returned to her apartment with her packaged wedding dress. At home, Wyatt was sitting on the living room sofa waiting for her. Wyatt didn’t notice the wedding dress in her hands and frowned as he asked, “Why are you only getting back now?” Haven answered, “Oh, I got held up with something.” Wyatt didn’t press further about where Haven had been. After a pause, he said with suppressed anger, “Our partners are already asking for the bid proposal. When are you going to finish it?” His tone carried an undercurrent of accusation and anger, as if Haven had committed a grave error. Not wanting to argue with Wyatt, Haven calmly responded, “I’m on vacation.” “So what? Does being on vacation mean you can’t work? This bid proposal is crucial for Taylor Group’s future development. Do you have any idea how important it is to me and the company?” Wyatt angrily slapped the table as he spoke. Haven stared at the irritated Wyatt, finding his behavior strange. The bid proposal was indeed important for Taylor Group and Wyatt, but it meant nothing to her, especially since she was no longer an employee of Taylor Group. Even if she were still with the company, he could have assigned the task to someone else. Haven just silently watched Wyatt’s outburst without saying a word. Her silence alone was enough to make Wyatt uneasy. Wyatt suppressed his anger, realizing his behavior had been somewhat excessive. So he softened his tone, walked over to Haven, and placing his hands on her shoulders, said, “Haven, I know it hasn’t been easy for you these years, following me and enduring so much. Once you finish this bid proposal, I’ll announce to all Taylor Group employees that you’re being promoted to Vice President. After me, you’ll be the most powerful person at Taylor Group. How does that sound?” In the past, Haven would have been moved to tears by such words. But now, having seen through Wyatt’s tactics, she was no longer the Haven who would be moved to tears by his promises. Once, for his words, she had given up a good job with a $300,000 annual salary. But after all these years, she had received nothing but empty promises. Seeing no reaction from Haven, Wyatt thought she didn’t like the proposal and asked, “Aren’t you happy with what I’m saying?” Haven gave a faint “hmm” and, not wanting Wyatt to notice her change, casually replied, “I am.” “Good. Now be a good girl and write that bid proposal for me.” Wyatt felt reassured. But he failed to notice the look in Haven’s eyes—one of profound indifference. At that moment, Wyatt’s phone rang. Haven could hear a tearful female voice on the other end. After hanging up, without explaining what had happened, Wyatt hurriedly left. Haven knew the caller was Kylie. She was curious about what Kylie had said to Wyatt on the phone that made him so anxious. Haven had no intention of prying, but when she went downstairs to take out the trash, she happened to see Wyatt sitting with his arm around Kylie in the coffee shop below their apartment. In the coffee shop, Kylie was crying as she confronted Wyatt, “I met Haven at the bridal shop today. She chose the exact same wedding dress as mine, and even set her wedding date on the same day as ours. I understand without you telling me—you and Haven grew up together, and your relationship is special. I just need to ask you one thing: are you marrying me or Haven?” Seeing Kylie cry, Wyatt felt his heart ache. He gently pulled her into his arms. Even as Kylie struggled and pounded his chest with her fists, he didn’t let go, explaining softly, “Haven did grow up with me, but she has this almost obsessive one-sided crush on me. I just want you to know that you’re the only one I want to marry. “Kylie, I’m sorry I didn’t explain this clearly to you sooner. That’s my fault.” Wyatt’s expression turned troubled. “She also has delusional disorder—when she can’t have me, she fantasizes about being my fiancée. But Kylie, please believe me, you’re the only one I love.” Wyatt’s heartfelt confession and explanation quickly dried Kylie’s tears. Ignoring the fact that they were in a coffee shop, they embraced tightly and kissed as if no one else was there. Standing outside the window, Haven heard everything and felt increasingly that this version of Wyatt wasn’t worth her affection. Unfortunately, it had taken her twelve whole years to see this clearly, but at least it wasn’t too late. When she returned home, Haven found several messages from Kylie on her phone. These messages were full of malice and warnings, with biting hostility in every line. [Wyatt told me everything. If I catch you chasing after him again, I’ll expose you at your company and ruin your reputation!] [You shameless slut! Don’t you fear karma for interfering in someone else’s relationship?] [We’re very happy together and about to get married. He would never be interested in someone as low-class as you. No matter how much you want him, it’s useless, understand?] Haven glanced at the messages expressionlessly, then put down her phone without replying. However, as soon as Wyatt got home, he anxiously asked, “Haven, you didn’t receive any strange messages, did you?” Haven answered, “No.” Hearing her response, Wyatt sighed with relief, but didn’t forget to remind Haven, “Remember to finish the bid proposal soon, don’t drag it out too long.” Unfortunately, Haven was destined to disappoint Wyatt. Despite Wyatt urging her almost daily about the bid proposal, Haven never started working on it. This delay continued until the day before Haven’s thirtieth birthday. During this time, Haven hadn’t appeared at the company, forcing Wyatt to hire a temporary new assistant. However, this new assistant frequently made mistakes, and Wyatt’s low growls could often be heard around the office, “How can you not know how to do this? Either do it right or get out!” The assistant defended herself with frustration, “Haven used to handle all of this. I’m just learning and don’t really understand it yet.” Wyatt tossed down the documents and irritably rubbed his temples. “When is Haven coming back?” The assistant asked confusedly, “Isn’t Haven…” About to quit? Before she could finish her sentence, a figure in a floral dress had already thrown herself into Wyatt’s arms. Kylie exclaimed excitedly, “Wyatt, tomorrow is our wedding day! I want to have a special wedding, so can we go to city hall tomorrow to get our marriage license first?” Upon seeing Kylie, Wyatt made an effort to suppress the irritation caused by work and affectionately tapped her nose as usual. “Of course, whatever makes you happy.” Kylie smiled sweetly and planted a light kiss on Wyatt’s cheek. “Wyatt, you’re so good to me.” When Wyatt returned home that evening, after a moment of contemplation, he said to Haven, “Your vacation should be ending tomorrow, right? And the tender documents are ready? If everything’s in order, go to the office tomorrow and send the files to our partners. Also, no matter what happens, don’t come looking for me tomorrow. I have some matters to attend to.” He had already anticipated Haven’s possible reactions and prepared his responses accordingly. However, to his surprise, Haven neither questioned him nor showed any objection—she simply agreed. This left Wyatt somewhat puzzled. “Aren’t you even a little curious about where I’m going tomorrow?” Haven smiled faintly but didn’t answer. Once, because she liked Wyatt, she would always follow closely behind him, wherever he went. But now, she no longer had feelings for him, and his whereabouts were no longer her concern. “You really don’t have anything to ask?” Wyatt looked at her with a hint of suspicion. Haven nodded gently. “I do.” “What is it?” Wyatt asked. Haven said, “Tomorrow I turn thirty. Do you remember what I said? After thirty, if you still haven’t married me, I won’t want you anymore.” “I know, but that was just a joke. Who would take something like that seriously? Besides, the company is just getting started, and I haven’t even thought about those things,” Wyatt replied dismissively. In his mind, Haven loved him so deeply that she couldn’t possibly let go of her feelings for him because of a casual remark. Looking at Wyatt’s nonchalant expression, Haven simply nodded calmly. “I understand.” The next morning, Wyatt hurriedly left home dressed in a crisp suit. Haven watched him go, silently thinking, “It’s finally coming to an end.” She changed into her own wedding dress, left a wedding invitation, and then turned to leave the apartment. She thought, “Wyatt, from now on, we have no connection, and I won’t disturb your life anymore.” After leaving the apartment, Haven hailed a taxi and headed straight for City Hall. She knew her future was still long ahead, and she was going to seek the happiness that truly belonged to her.

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