Author: Momo Chan

After my husband Frankie Anderson’s brother died, his wife Amelia Anderson brought back two birds from the mountains—a large bird and a small one. Amelia said she wanted to give these two birds to my daughter Phoebe Anderson as pets. I looked up information and discovered these two birds were vultures—birds of prey. I told Amelia to release them immediately before they could hurt anyone. But I never expected that mother vulture to be so intelligent. It stared at me with its sharp eyes and made harsh, guttural calls. From that day on, this mother vulture held a grudge against me. Every day it would drop bloody chicken bones into my plate and even took the opportunity to peck out my eye. I called in people from the forestry department to capture the vulture. But Amelia secretly damaged the cage and let the vulture escape. Later, Amelia said it was inconvenient for me with my injured eye, so she offered to take Phoebe out to play. They happened to encounter a flock of vultures. Phoebe’s neck was pecked by the mother vulture, her artery was damaged, and blood wouldn’t stop flowing. The smell of blood attracted more and more vultures. I threw myself forward desperately trying to protect Phoebe, but both Phoebe and I were torn to pieces by the swarm of vultures. We died without even having intact bodies left. When I opened my eyes again, Amelia was showing me the cage in her hands. This time, I’m going to make her taste the same pain. ***** The flock of vultures loomed over Phoebe and me. Their calls seemed to carry triumphant boasting. I lay dying in a pool of blood, my one good eye helplessly watching them carry away Phoebe’s severed head. “Amelia, what kind of birds are you carrying?” Frankie asked. He curiously bent down and leaned closer to the cage to look. The mother vulture immediately positioned itself in front of the young bird, glaring at Frankie with its feathers standing on end. Its beak was razor-sharp with barbs, capable of effortlessly tearing flesh from a person. That bone-deep pain seemed to linger in my body, making me shudder involuntarily. I pulled my toddling Phoebe behind me, cold sweat unconsciously soaking my clothes. Amelia said, “I found these in the mountains. The big bird was with the little one—so pitiful. When I saw this big bird, it reminded me of myself. Your brother died too young.” Amelia wiped at nonexistent tears in the corners of her eyes and handed the cage to me. Then she said to me, “Charlotte, you’re a mother too. Could you really bear to watch this big bird wander around alone with her child? Besides, I heard that when wild birds voluntarily come to someone’s home, they bring good fortune to that family.” Charlotte James is my real name. That mother vulture, like Amelia, looked at me with expectant eyes. I knew it was intelligent. In my previous life, I firmly refused to let Amelia keep such fierce birds in our home. As a result, it held a grudge against me, ultimately leading to tragedy. This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish. As if afraid I wouldn’t agree, Amelia stuck her finger into the cage and touched the mother vulture’s tail feathers. She said, “Look how well-behaved this bird is. They’d be perfect companions for Phoebe to play with.” The mother vulture wanted to stay, so it gently flapped its wings, its feathers softly brushing against Amelia’s hand. I calmly pushed Phoebe further back, then looked down at the mother vulture. At this moment, its eyes didn’t yet hold the hatred they had when it killed me in my previous life. I forced myself to smile. I said, “Amelia, you’re right. We’re both mothers. Even with animals, who could bear to watch one struggle with her child?” Amelia was startled by my words, and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. She said, “Charlotte, aren’t you the one who loves cleanliness the most? These birds will spread bacteria when they flap their wings.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to touch the mother vulture’s feathers with my finger. I said, “Amelia, you don’t understand. Appropriate contact with small animals helps improve children’s immunity. Hasn’t your son Ethan Anderson been clamoring to have a pet?” Amelia threw down the cage, and the young bird inside cried out from being jostled. The mother vulture immediately shielded the young bird with its wing. Amelia said, “What good can come from boys playing with birds?” After saying this, she even yanked out one of the mother vulture’s feathers and stuck it in Phoebe’s hair. She said, “I think Phoebe is better suited to play with birds. She looks like a little bird herself.” Amelia went into the house without looking back, naturally missing the malicious stares both the mother vulture and I directed at her retreating figure. I knew Amelia wasn’t feeling sorry for the bird—she was feeling sorry for herself. She became a widow at such a young age, raising Ethan alone in the city without a job, inevitably facing people’s scorn. Frankie, out of family loyalty, used the excuse that his lumber mill needed workers and personally went to the city to bring Amelia and Ethan here. He said this would not only give Amelia an income but also provide extra help caring for Phoebe and me. But seeing our harmonious marriage made Amelia uncomfortable, and she constantly caused trouble for me. I thought since we were all family, I should be patient. But I never expected that in the end, I couldn’t even save my own life and Phoebe’s. I gripped Phoebe’s small hand tightly. Since I could start over, I was going to make Amelia pay an equal price for her actions.

In my previous life, I insisted on giving the birds away. But every time I brought it up, Amelia would sit on the floor crying while clutching the bird. Whenever she cried, Frankie would come out to mediate. He’d say, “Charlotte, Amelia has no one to rely on. Just be patient with her. They’re just two birds—we can afford to keep them.” Eventually, under Frankie’s persuasion, we each made concessions. I stopped talking about giving the birds away, and Amelia promised to keep both birds caged. But that was only when Frankie was home. The mother vulture acted docile, completely putting Frankie at ease. Once Frankie left for the forest station, Amelia would secretly let the bird out. I was constantly scratched and bloodied by it. Yet Amelia would just hold it protectively in her arms, blaming everything on me. She’d say, “Charlotte, why does it only scratch you and not others? You must have scared it. Did you touch its baby? I never realized you were so vicious—you won’t even spare little birds.” Then she’d go crying to Frankie, telling him I was heartless and took my anger out on the birds, which was why I got hurt. Frankie was fed up with this and would come home scolding me for being cruel enough to pick fights with two birds. I was furious and would argue with Frankie. Whenever this happened, Amelia would reward the mother vulture by feeding it live chickens. Having received this benefit, the mother vulture would scratch me even more viciously the next time. It even spat bloody bones and flesh into my plate. It wasn’t until it pecked out one of my eyes and I was screaming that I’d kill it that Frankie finally agreed to hand the bird over to the forestry department. Before the mother vulture was taken away, I saw Amelia feeding it raw meat again. Amelia said, “It’s not that I don’t want to keep you—it’s just that woman is too vicious and doesn’t like you. She’s too stingy to feed you meat, wanting to save it all for her man so he’ll have energy in bed. That woman not only got my husband killed, but now she wants to drive you out too. She said that as long as she’s alive, she’ll kill your baby first, then kill you.” The mother vulture stared at me through the window with its sharp eyes, my face wrapped in bandages. It opened its beak wide, letting out a harsh, grating cry. With tears in her eyes, Amelia put both birds into a cage she had tampered with beforehand. The workers hadn’t gotten far before the mother vulture broke out of the cage and flew into the mountains with its young. Soon after, it gathered a large flock of vultures and flew back to seek revenge on me. Seeing the birds circling overhead, Amelia carried Phoebe outside. Then she deliberately left Phoebe alone by the roadside. The isolated Phoebe was discovered and injured by the mother vulture, and her pitiful cries drew me running outside. By the time I rushed over to protect Phoebe, Amelia had already run far away. I was torn apart by the flock of vultures until I was a bloody mess, collapsing beside her, too weak to struggle anymore, and died in agony. They believed Amelia’s words that I wanted to harm the little bird, so they used Phoebe to get revenge on me, even tearing her apart and carrying off the pieces to intimidate me. I suppressed the hatred in my heart, took a deep breath, and walked over to pick up the birdcage. I said helplessly, “What is Amelia doing? She brought them back but doesn’t want to keep them anymore. This mother bird even has a baby with her—they’re so thin it breaks your heart to see them.” Frankie frowned and glanced at me, asking, “Charlotte, haven’t you always been uninterested in animals?” I found a thick cardboard box and lined it with cotton. Then I said, “I think they’re too pitiful.” Frankie didn’t think much of it. After a quick look, he found an excuse to knock on Amelia’s door and went in to comfort her softly. I placed the cardboard box under a tree in the yard, then opened the birdcage. My whole body was trembling slightly, but I still forced myself to reach my hand inside. The mother vulture flinched and looked at me warily. I cut a few pieces of fresh meat from the refrigerator and placed them in the cardboard box. I smiled and said, “Go ahead and eat, don’t be afraid. The cage is too small, but this cardboard box has good ventilation. You can fly whenever you want.” The mother vulture observed me for a long time before cautiously poking its head out, picking up a piece of meat to feed the baby vulture. Seeing that I truly had no intention of harming them, it finally brought the baby bird into the cardboard box.

Amelia shouted, “Charlotte, what are you feeding those birds?” She rushed over and pushed me aside. When she saw the meat in the box, she flew into a rage and kicked the cardboard box over. Then she roared, “This meat is what I bought for Ethan’s beef pot roast. How could you use it to feed these two beasts? Isn’t corn enough for two birds? How can you be so stupid? I paid for this meat.” In my past life, the more I resisted the vultures, the more Amelia rewarded them. Forget meat—she’d even feed them freshly killed chickens. Now that her plan wasn’t working, she was showing her true colors. I smiled and said, “Amelia, didn’t you know? These birds are vultures, and they’re protected animals. Besides, vultures are carnivores—they’ll starve to death without meat. Amelia, you’re so kind to have brought them home. You wouldn’t begrudge them just these two pieces of meat, would you?” Amelia was so angry she was panting, glaring at me. Naturally, she didn’t notice the mother vulture staring at her face with hateful eyes. I pulled out two hundred dollars and stuffed them into Amelia’s pocket. Then I said, “Amelia, I’ll pay to buy more meat for Ethan and bring back a few pieces for the vultures too. Since they’ve come to our home, we’re meant to be together. I certainly can’t let them go hungry.” Amelia took the money, rolled her eyes at me, then turned and walked away. She muttered under her breath, “Idiot!” I pretended not to hear, put the cardboard box back in place, then filled a small dish with water for them. The mother vulture completely let down her guard around me. After eating and drinking her fill, she even nuzzled my fingers with her head. Over the next few days, I fed the vultures meat on schedule every day and personally went to buy live chickens. I placed the chopped chicken meat in Phoebe’s hands and guided her hand to the mother vulture’s beak. I looked at the two vultures with loving eyes, though my heart was pounding nervously. But to spare Phoebe from experiencing that heart-wrenching pain again, I had to take this step. The mother vulture looked at Phoebe, then at me, and opened her mouth to eat the chicken meat. I held Phoebe and whispered to her, “Phoebe, these two birds are just like you and me. I love you very much, and the big bird loves the little bird too. They’re your friends. You need to give them a warm home, okay?” Phoebe nodded vigorously and gently stroked the mother vulture’s back. The mother vulture showed no resistance at all. She said, “I want to protect them well.” The mother vulture raised her head to look at us, her eyes seeming to glisten with tears. Every day I patiently taught Phoebe how to care for them, and Phoebe learned earnestly. Within a few days, she was playing happily with the vultures. The young vulture would hop onto Phoebe’s hand, and the mother vulture would wrap her wings around Phoebe’s small hands. We were getting along harmoniously when Ethan came running over with a bucket and soaked the cardboard box completely. Steam was still rising from the water in the bucket. I immediately lifted both vultures out, but my hands got blistered from the heat. I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan wasn’t afraid of me and made a face at me. He said, “My mom said she found these two birds, so they belong to our family. I can do whatever I want with them.” Ethan’s commotion drew Amelia outside. She said, “I thought it was something serious. They’re just two beasts, aren’t they? If they die, it’s no big deal. Charlotte, you can treat them like treasures if you want. But how can you involve the child in this nonsense? Your hands are all red from the burns. Never mind. I’ll get revenge for you. I’ll kill these two birds right now and roast them to nourish your body.” With that, Amelia headed for the kitchen to get a knife. I roared, “Don’t you dare!” I clutched both vultures tightly to my chest, not letting Amelia get close. Amelia laughed and said, “Charlotte, have you lost your mind? You’re protecting these two beasts like they’re your children?” She grabbed the knife and slashed toward the young vulture in my arms.                         I screamed in terror, “No!” I raised my hand to shield the baby vulture, but Amelia showed no mercy and slashed my arm directly. The baby vulture let out a mournful cry as it fell to the ground, and Amelia immediately chopped off its head with her knife. I stared at her intently, wondering: “What grudge could possibly drive her to go to such lengths to kill me?” My desperate attempt to protect the baby vulture made the mother vulture completely accept me as her master. Amelia, who had killed its child, was destined to face punishment. The mother vulture broke free from my arms and bared her talons at Amelia. The mother vulture clawed Amelia’s arm until it was bloody, forcing her to drop the knife and flee with her head covered. Ethan was terrified and stood frozen in place. After attacking Amelia, the mother vulture charged at Ethan and scratched his head directly. Ethan burst into tears. Amelia wanted to save Ethan but was afraid of being clawed by the mother vulture. She sat on the ground sobbing, her cries drawing neighbors out to watch the commotion. Living a second life, I had learned to strike first and seize the initiative. While Amelia was still crying, I started crying first and said, “Amelia, how exactly have I offended you? You actually tried to hack me to death! You’re the one who brought these two birds back. You said you felt sorry for them and insisted on keeping them at home. But you never took care of them once – I’ve been looking after them for you this whole time. What did I do wrong?” I had always been well-mannered and constantly yielded to Amelia. This was the first time I had argued with her in front of so many people. Amelia was so shocked her mouth fell open and she froze in place, even forgetting to cry. Then she cursed, “Charlotte, you’re talking nonsense! That beast was clearly trying to hurt Ethan.” I kicked over the water bucket. Then I shouted, “Then tell me, why would Ethan get attacked by the bird? Phoebe is so small, yet the bird didn’t hurt her. How did Ethan get scratched?” Amelia hesitated and said, “Ethan was just trying to give them a bath.” Hearing her words, the surrounding neighbors all laughed. It was the first time they’d heard of someone wanting to bathe birds. I held up my scalded hand and said, “With freshly boiled hot water? These are protected animals. If I hadn’t blocked it, Ethan would probably be going to jail. And now you’ve killed a protected animal and even came after me. You better prepare for prison.” This time, Amelia completely dropped her act and crawled up to lunge at me. She roared, “What are you saying, you b*tch? How dare you curse me! I’m going to tear your mouth apart! I’m going to scratch up your face and see how you seduce Frankie then.” I snorted coldly, forming a bold suspicion in my mind. But before Amelia could reach me, Frankie pushed open the courtyard gate and stopped her: “What’s all this commotion about?” The neighbors enthusiastically filled Frankie in. Amelia had always been aggressive and had quarreled with all the surrounding neighbors, so naturally they wouldn’t side with her now. One woman said, “Amelia kept calling your wife a b*tch. How can she say such things?” Another woman said, “Yes. She also said Charlotte was seducing Frankie. They’re husband and wife – that’s not seduction.” A man said, “I think she’s man-crazy, so she can’t stand seeing them as a loving couple. Frankie takes care of them for his brother’s sake, and she’s truly ungrateful.” The darker Frankie’s expression became as he listened, the more he picked up the knife from the ground and threw it against the courtyard wall. The neighbors fell silent and sheepishly returned home. He said, “I’ll send the birds away tomorrow.” Frankie was afraid that if things escalated, Amelia would really go to prison, so he gave gifts to every household, asking them not to spread the word. Amelia shot me a triumphant look, then followed Frankie inside with Ethan. I crouched on the ground to carefully examine the mother vulture’s condition. Using the pain in my arm, I forced out tears. I said, “I don’t blame you for hurting people. We’re both mothers – protecting our children isn’t wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t take good care of you both. You should fly away and forget these sad things. If you stay here any longer, they’ll kill you too.” I sobbed audibly, my tears dripping onto the mother vulture’s feathers. The mother vulture flew to my shoulder and nuzzled away my tears with her head. Before flying away, she stared at Amelia’s bedroom window for a long time. After that, she never appeared again. But I knew she would definitely return. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint me.

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The moment my SAT scores came out, I, Anna Barnes, took the bottled water my mom Ella Barnes handed me and the beaded bracelet my friend Lionel Murphy gave me, and passed them both to Ryder Carter—the guy who’d been bullying me for ages, someone with AIDS and terrible grades. Because in my past life, I drank that water, and my SAT score ended up becoming my adopted sister Aubrey Barnes’, while her score became mine. Within days, my body began deteriorating rapidly for no apparent reason. I started coughing up blood, running fevers, and eventually the pain was so intense I could barely get out of bed. Meanwhile, Aubrey, who had been suffering from stomach cancer, miraculously recovered. I begged Ella to take me to the hospital, but she not only refused—she mocked me, saying I was faking it, cursing at me before locking me in the basement. While I endured the agony of illness, they were outside throwing a lively celebration party for Aubrey. In the end, I died alone in that basement. After my death, Aubrey used my scores to shine at a prestigious university and even got together with Lionel. Only then did I realize that the water Ella had given me was a swap potion—once I drank it, my grades would be stolen. And the beaded bracelet Lionel gave me would transfer Aubrey’s illness to me if I wore it for three days, completely draining my life away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we checked our scores. ***** “What are you spacing out for? Take it!” The familiar voice snapped me back to reality. Realizing I’d truly been reborn, I stared intensely at the water and beaded bracelet before me, a chill rising in my heart. In my past life, it was because I accepted these two items from Ella and Lionel. Three days later, my grades had swapped with Aubrey’s. Not only that, but my body began rapidly deteriorating—constant high fevers and frequent coughing up blood. At the same time, Aubrey, who had been tormented by stomach cancer, suddenly regained her health. Her complexion was rosy, her condition excellent—nothing like someone who’d been ill. I was in agony, grabbing Ella’s hand and begging her to take me to the hospital. She shook me off and coldly scolded, “You’re just being dramatic! Aubrey got better, so now you’re pretending to be sick? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to!” Then they dragged me into the basement. After that, they threw a celebration party for Aubrey, completely ignoring whether I lived or died. Eventually, I was tortured to death from prolonged lack of water and food. After my death, I watched helplessly as Aubrey took the acceptance letter that should have been mine, got together with Lionel, and enjoyed the life that should have been mine. Only then did I finally understand—the water Ella gave me that day was a swap potion, and the beaded bracelet Lionel gave me was a luck transfer charm. My scores, my health—they had all conspired to transfer everything to Aubrey. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we checked our scores. Looking at Ella and Lionel with their hypocritical faces, I remained expressionless, smiled as I accepted what they handed me, then turned and gave everything to Ryder. Poor grades plus AIDS—double debuff maxed out. They love swapping so much? This time, I’ll let them swap to their heart’s content!

After handing everything to Ryder, confirming he drank the water, and watching him smugly put on the bracelet, I finally felt at ease leaving the house. I bought a bottle of real water and an ordinary bracelet similar to the beaded one Lionel had given me, then returned home. Seeing me wearing the bracelet with the water bottle half-empty in my hand, Ella and Lionel visibly relaxed. A few days passed, and Aubrey truly seemed like a different person. Her previous sickly appearance had completely vanished, replaced by a rosy glow on her face. Even her steps were much lighter, and she radiated unprecedented vitality. I huddled in the corner of the sofa, pretending to cover my mouth and cough a couple of times. Seeing this, Aubrey immediately swayed over to me, her face full of smugness and mockery. “Anna, feeling unwell again? You look so pale—don’t tell me you’ve got some serious illness? How pitiful.” She then flaunted the diagnosis report in her hand. “Oh, by the way, you probably don’t know yet—I went to the hospital today, and the doctor said I’m completely recovered. Tell me, isn’t that fate? Looks like all your good fortune has transferred to me.” Watching her gloating expression, hatred surged within me. But I still suppressed my anger and forced a smile. “Congratulations, Aubrey. Though you know, good fortune has a way of… going back where it came from.” Ella, who had just walked in and heard about Aubrey’s recovery, immediately broke into a brilliant smile. She grabbed Aubrey’s hand, her eyes full of affection. “My precious daughter, your illness is finally gone!” she said excitedly, her eyes even welling up with tears. When she turned to look at me, her expression instantly turned cold, her tone filled with disgust. “Some people are always sickly and pathetic—nothing but a burden!” Hearing those words, my eyes couldn’t help but redden. In my previous life, this was exactly how Ella treated me. She would either hit or scold me, and after I got sick, she became even worse, wishing I would drop dead right in front of her. Yet I was her biological daughter, while Aubrey was merely her adopted one. Soon, the day came to apply for schools. Aubrey seemed so confident that she had successfully switched our grades that she didn’t even bother checking her scores before starting her applications. I coughed violently a few times, then asked with feigned curiosity, “Aren’t you going to check what score you actually got?” She responded impatiently, “Mind your own business. I know what I got. As for you, what’s the point of high scores anyway? With your poor health, you’ll die of illness sooner or later. When that happens, won’t it all benefit me in the end?” She spoke smugly, her face twisted with perverse pleasure. Looking at her disgusting expression, I felt a wave of intense nausea. I said, “Oh really? Well, you’d better be careful that all that good fortune doesn’t crush you.” My words made her face flush with anger, and she was about to retort when Lionel pushed the door open and walked in. “Lionel!” The moment she saw him, Aubrey immediately threw herself at him, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Anna’s coughing so badly—I’m afraid her illness might be contagious.” She deliberately snuggled closer into his arms. Lionel steadied her and frowned at me, his tone as gentle as always. “Anna, if you’re not feeling well, go rest in your room. Don’t push yourself.” In my previous life, I was fooled by his gentle facade, thinking he truly cared for me. Only after death did I realize he had been secretly conspiring with Aubrey all along. In the end, they even plotted together to take my life! Now that I’ve been given a second chance, I swear I’ll make them pay the price they deserve!

At this thought, I let out a soft laugh, a flash of sarcasm crossing my eyes. “I just coughed a few times—what’s there to be afraid of? “But Lionel, you’d better be careful. If you catch something else because of your lifestyle choices, that would really be a loss.” Lionel’s expression shifted slightly. He couldn’t grasp the deeper meaning in my words and assumed I was just being jealous, making snide remarks. Though annoyed, he maintained his composure and said quietly, “Anna, don’t overthink things. I’m just worried about you.” I didn’t want to hear any more of his nonsense, so I cut him off. “College applications are due in the next couple of days. Have you guys decided which schools you’re applying to?” Aubrey’s eyes gleamed with smugness as she said coquettishly, “Of course. I’m applying to New York University. “I want to go to college with you—after all, only a place like that is worthy of me.” “As for certain losers,” she shot me a sideways glance and snorted, “even if she applies to the best schools, it won’t matter. She probably won’t even get into a regular college.” I gently traced the ordinary bracelet on my wrist, the corners of my mouth lifting in a serene smile. “New York University?” I said. “That’s certainly a good choice. “But Aubrey, are you sure you’ll get accepted? NYU’s admission standards are pretty high.” Aubrey’s face darkened, and she was about to explode when Ella suddenly interrupted, “Don’t spout nonsense. Aubrey has recovered, and she did great on the exams. She’ll definitely get into New York University. “You’re not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as her! Get lost—I can’t stand looking at you!” Without waiting for my response, she pulled Aubrey to her side, saying with concern, “Aubrey, don’t pay attention to her. Once you get into a good college, I’ll throw you a celebration party. When that acceptance letter arrives, let’s see what she has to say then.” I stood to the side, listening quietly, a wave of desolation washing over my heart. In my previous life, Ella had acted exactly like this. Once she successfully switched our scores, she couldn’t wait to show off Aubrey’s grades, completely disregarding whether I lived or died. I pretended to nod obediently and returned to my room. Over the next few days, I continued to put on a sickly appearance on the surface while secretly keeping close tabs on their movements. Sure enough, Aubrey really did apply to New York University. That very day, Ella began organizing a celebration party for Aubrey, spending an entire day just calling to invite friends and relatives. She even dipped into her personal savings to buy Aubrey a dress worth over ten thousand dollars. Learning that Aubrey had gotten into a prestigious school, relatives flocked over to congratulate her. My second aunt, Violet Barnes, sidled up to Ella, eyes full of envy. “Ella, you’re so blessed! Aubrey is so capable—getting into New York University!” Ella beamed with joy, nodding enthusiastically. “Aubrey really is amazing!” My third aunt, Mary Barnes, went so far as to directly hand Aubrey a gift. Aubrey smiled sweetly, graciously accepting all the gifts and flattery. Amid all the praise, I received a text from my good friend Paige Lynch. [Anna, Ryder seems to be sick. I saw him coughing up blood yesterday.] I gripped my phone tightly, my gaze sweeping over the smug Aubrey and Ella, a cold smile playing at my lips. Compared to my previous life, Ryder’s condition had manifested a full week earlier. It seemed the backlash from the bead bracelet was already accelerating. Now I couldn’t wait to see what expressions Ella and Lionel would wear when they discovered that the health and test scores they had schemed so hard to steal would ultimately amount to nothing. As the celebration party drew closer each day, I intensified my act of being sick. I coughed violently every day, as if I were about to hack up my internal organs. I walked with an unsteady gait, applied special makeup to create a sickly complexion, and looked utterly frail and weak. Whenever I put on this performance, Aubrey and Lionel would show expressions of disgust, as if I were something filthy. Ella, in particular, would constantly mock me with cold sarcasm, calling me a burden and a sickly weakling. Finally, under my carefully orchestrated performance, the celebration party proceeded as scheduled. The party was held at the largest hotel in town, with a luxurious and grand setting. A huge backdrop read: Congratulations to Aubrey Barnes on her acceptance to New York University. Ella wore an elegant dress, linking arms with Aubrey and beaming with joy. Lionel stood nearby, his gaze frequently falling on Aubrey with tender eyes. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner dressed plainly with a pale complexion, like an outsider. Guests arrived one after another, offering their congratulations to Aubrey. Aubrey basked in everyone’s compliments, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. Just then, the mail carrier delivering acceptance letters arrived. “Aubrey, quick! Your acceptance letter is here!” Ella excitedly nudged Aubrey. Aubrey’s face lit up with joy as she hurried forward. The guests all raised their phones, ready to capture this joyful moment. The next second, the mail carrier called out loudly: “Is Anna Barnes here? Please sign for your New York University acceptance letter!” The air instantly froze. Aubrey’s smile froze on her face, and Ella’s complexion turned deathly pale. Lionel also looked at me in disbelief, his hand that had been supporting Aubrey recoiling as if he’d been electrocuted. All the raised phones hung suspended in mid-air, and the crowd fell into stunned silence. From the corner, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, I slowly stood up, walked forward, took the envelope, and said clearly: “Thank you, I’m Anna.” “No! That’s mine!” Aubrey suddenly snapped back to reality, screaming as she rushed over, trying to snatch the acceptance letter from my hands. Ella also glared with furious eyes, shouting sternly: “Anna, what are you making a fuss about? Give the acceptance letter back to Aubrey right now!” I chuckled softly, gripping the acceptance letter firmly in my hands, and spoke slowly: “Mom, you’ve got it wrong. This has my name written on it.” Someone whispered: “Could it be that both Anna and Aubrey got into New York University?” But the next second, the mail carrier denied this: “Impossible. New York University is very hard to get into. Only one person from this entire area was accepted.” With these words, everyone present showed curious expressions, their gazes turning in unison toward Ella and Aubrey. Aubrey still refused to believe it, trembling as she opened the score-checking website. When she saw the score displayed on the screen, she instantly froze. She mumbled: “Impossible! Where’s my score? My health has recovered, so my score should also be…” Violet sneered: “I knew it! Aubrey’s grades have always been terrible. There’s no way she could get into New York University!” Mary loudly chimed in: “She acted like it was real! Turns out she only scored that little!” The scene immediately erupted in whispered conversations. Ryder, who had been eating fruit by the buffet table, seemed to find this interesting and craned his neck to join the commotion. Aubrey’s gaze inadvertently swept over him, and when she saw the beaded bracelet on his wrist, her face instantly became even more ashen. She asked: “Ryder, where did you get that bracelet?”

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I’ve returned to Christmas 1980. On this day, my general husband Edward Allan was supposed to return to the army. I lied about being pregnant and had someone rush to the train station to bring Edward back. In my previous life, right after Edward left, Daniel Stewart broke into my room that night. I didn’t want to be violated by him and fought desperately, eventually waking up Edward’s parents, Caleb Allan and Esme Allan, in the next room. But they immediately assumed we were having an affair, stuffed us into sacks, and beat us mercilessly. Caleb cursed: “Daisy, how long has Edward been gone to the army? You shameless woman can’t even wait and are already having an affair with someone.” Daisy Smith is my real name. Esme cursed: “I’m going to beat you two adulterers to death.” Covered in blood, I sat on the ground begging for mercy, insisting I was innocent. But to escape responsibility, Daniel insisted that I had seduced him. Even Edward, who received the news, refused to believe me. To kill me, he rushed back overnight. Edward cursed: “You whore, I’m going to kill you right now so you can’t seduce any other men.” In the end, I was drowned alive in the river, while Daniel was also sentenced to prison for adultery. Only after my death did I learn that Edward and his family had long set their sights on the village chief Jacob Hunter’s daughter, which is why they conspired to frame me and used me to eliminate the Allan family’s creditor, Daniel. In this new life, I smiled as I looked at Edward sleeping soundly under the covers. ***** “Stop sitting around daydreaming all day without doing any work. Esme is cooking, so hurry up and help her.” Caleb urged me with a tone of disgust. I looked up in confusion, glancing around. Seeing this familiar room, the cabinets, and the calendar on the wall showing Christmas 1980, I immediately realized I had been reborn. I rolled my eyes at Caleb, then lifted the curtain and walked toward the kitchen. As soon as I reached the doorway, I heard Esme and Edward’s sister Mia Allan whispering quietly. Mia said: “Mom, Edward has already taken his luggage and left for the train station. Daniel will come tonight. As long as this goes smoothly, we can not only get rid of that barren woman but also develop a marriage alliance with Jacob’s family, and we can kill Daniel under legitimate pretenses. This way, my creditor will be gone too. We can achieve three goals with one action.” Seeing Mia’s confident expression, Esme also revealed a sinister smile. She said: “Daisy takes up the position without doing what she should. Now that Edward has become a general, she’s even less worthy of him. We should get rid of her early with that old bachelor, then find Edward a woman with better connections.” Standing outside the courtyard, I shook my head, thinking: “She’s truly vicious.” Hearing them mention Daniel, I recalled my previous life’s ordeal and clutched my chest, feeling a sharp pain. In my previous life, Edward had just returned to the army, and I was exhausted from spending several days with him, so I went to bed early that night. But I never expected that in the middle of the night, Daniel, that old pervert from our village, would enter my bedroom. He was very strong, and I couldn’t resist at all, only able to beg him to spare me. Just as we were struggling, Caleb and Esme burst in. Seeing me and Daniel disheveled, they were furious and immediately stuffed both of us into a sack and beat us severely. They cursed while beating us. Caleb roared: “You shameless whore! I’m going to beat you to death today. Do you think the Allan family is easy to bully?” Esme cursed: “How long has Edward been gone? You shameless woman couldn’t wait and seduced another man, sleeping with him.” I begged through tears, but they just wouldn’t listen or believe me. They immediately sent a telegram to Edward, who had just returned to the army, telling him to come back quickly and divorce me. Under the accusations of Caleb, Esme, and Mia, and with Daniel’s persistent claim that I had seduced him, Edward was convinced I had done wrong and pushed me into the pond to drown. Right after I died, he married Jacob’s daughter. Only then did I realize that this was all a conspiracy by the Allan family against me. Remembering the despair and suffocation of my tragic death in the previous life, I gritted my teeth in hatred. In this life, I won’t let any of them escape punishment. After hearing their conversation, I quickly found a familiar villager and asked him to help me go to the train station to bring Edward back.

As soon as Edward returned from the train station, he pulled me close and asked excitedly, “You’re pregnant? That’s wonderful! The Allan family finally has an heir! I’m about to get promoted too—this is truly a double blessing! “Do my parents know about this? I need to tell them right away.” I quickly grabbed his arm. “Everyone says the first three months of pregnancy are unstable. Let’s wait until my condition stabilizes before telling them. If something goes wrong, wouldn’t we just be getting their hopes up for nothing?” After hearing my words, Edward nodded repeatedly. “You’re very thoughtful. I’ll listen to you.” Just then, I heard movement outside. Looking up, I saw Daniel hiding by the window, angrily spitting on the ground before turning and disappearing into the night. I figured he left in anger because he saw Edward inside the house. Edward was very happy after returning, and I made sure to encourage him to drink. Before long, he was drunk and fast asleep. Looking at Edward sleeping soundly under the covers, I smiled. I had just turned off the lights when I heard commotion in the courtyard. The show was finally about to begin. In less than two minutes, Esme and Caleb burst through the door. As soon as Esme entered, she started shouting at the top of her lungs, as if afraid the neighbors wouldn’t hear: “Daisy, you shameless woman! Edward just returned to the army, and you’re already fooling around with another man! We’re still living in this house—do you think we’re all dead? I’m going to make sure everyone sees what kind of person you really are!” I clutched the blanket, refusing to show my face. Esme jumped onto the bed and started hitting us wildly through the covers. She cursed, “You shameless slut, how dare you betray Edward! Get out from under that blanket right now! I’m going to make sure everyone sees what a disgraceful woman you are!” Seeing that I didn’t dare show my face or make a sound, Esme became even more pleased, thinking her scheme was working. Her shouting grew louder, and she even ran out to the street yelling, “Come quickly! Daisy is fooling around with another man! I’m too ashamed to live!” Soon, neighbors from nearby came rushing over. Esme pinched herself hard, and tears immediately began flowing. She pitifully grabbed the people who had come and said, “What sins has the Allan family committed to end up with such a shameless woman? We’re truly cursed.” Seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, everyone rushed to comfort her. A few people who loved drama even rushed into the bedroom, saw the mess on the floor, and immediately retreated with red faces, embarrassed. A crowd gathered at our front door, sympathizing with Esme. One man said, “I never would have imagined that Daisy, who always seemed so proper, could do something like this.” A woman said, “Esme, Edward has brought such great honor to the Allan family. How could his wife be this kind of woman? He’s truly unlucky.” Mia also stood with her arms crossed, looking like she was enjoying the show. She said mockingly, “Society’s moral standards are getting worse and worse. Daisy, you should at least have some conscience, right? We’ve been so good to you, felt sorry for you as a woman, didn’t make you do the heavy housework, and this is how you repay our kindness—by being so ungrateful. “Edward is the only general within dozens of miles. We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy the good life yet, and we can’t let a woman like you ruin Edward’s future. I need to send Edward a telegram right away and have him come back to divorce you.” Hearing their gossip, Esme became even more furious. She grabbed the carrying pole from the courtyard and charged into the bedroom again, but I had already gotten dressed and was standing by the door. Seeing Esme charging at me angrily, I patted my belly and said, “You want to hit me, right? Go ahead and hit my stomach! I’m carrying the Allan family’s grandson right now—just try hitting me once!” The carrying pole Esme held in mid-air suddenly stopped.

Seeing my confident demeanor, Esme froze. She asked, “You’re not lying to me, are you?” Caleb followed her into the room. He sneered, “Esme, don’t believe a word she says. Even if she really is pregnant, who knows which man’s child she’s carrying?” Hearing this, I said angrily, “What are you talking about? Get out of here right now and stop disturbing Edward’s rest.” As I spoke, I moved to push them out. Hearing my words, Esme became even more confident. She roared, “Bah! You shameless slut. Mia saw Edward drag his suitcase to the car with her own eyes. He left this city long ago. How could he possibly be sleeping at home?” Mia chimed in from the side, “That’s right, I personally saw Edward off to the car. How could he still be home? I could tell long ago that this woman was no good, dressing like a seductress. “Oh, and Mom, I’ve seen her getting cozy with Daniel several times. The man in bed is probably Daniel.” After hearing Mia’s words, Esme tried to push further inside. She said, “Caleb, the person sleeping in that bed must be that Daniel she seduced. We have to stand up for Edward and not let him be betrayed like this. “Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on Edward’s behalf.” Hearing Esme’s inflammatory words, Caleb flew into a rage, snatched the carrying pole from Esme’s hands, and rushed into the inner room to strike hard at the figure under the covers. I threw myself protectively over Edward, shouting, “Caleb, stop hitting him! He’s…” Before I could finish, Caleb angrily interrupted, “I don’t care who he is, no one can betray Edward!” On the surface, I was protecting Edward. But in reality, all my weight and force landed squarely on Edward’s body, and that weight was no lighter than the carrying pole. Because he was drunk, Edward couldn’t wake up immediately and only let out a few pained groans under the heavy blows. Seeing me desperately protecting my “lover,” Esme became even more furious, thinking I was utterly shameless. The more I protected Edward, the harder they hit. The harder they hit, the happier I felt inside. Caleb panted heavily as he struck. He said, “Don’t I know Edward’s voice? That groan just now wasn’t his at all! If you keep lying, I’ll beat you too. “I’m going to beat this bastard to death today. He’s really asking for it.” To make sure everyone outside could hear, I deliberately shouted loudly, “Caleb, Esme, stop this! He really is Edward, your own son! Please stop hitting him, I’m begging you. If this continues, he’ll really be seriously hurt.” Seeing me clutching the covers tightly, refusing to let them pull them back, Esme became even more convinced I was guilty and that there really was someone hidden under the blanket. She reached out to grab my hair, but I was prepared and dodged to the side. Her head smashed directly into the wall, immediately swelling into a large bump. Having missed me, Esme said furiously, “Caleb, quick! Let’s stuff this man into a sack together.” In the dim light, the two of them were so focused on getting the person into the sack that they didn’t bother to look closely at the man’s face under the covers. Edward was thus efficiently stuffed into a sack by his own parents and dragged out to the courtyard. When the onlookers saw the “adulterer” being dragged out, they immediately swarmed around him, beating him savagely. Blood seeped through the sack, staining the courtyard ground red. I threw myself on the sack, crying and shouting loudly. But in reality, I wasn’t using any real force—just putting on a show. I shouted, “Stop hitting him! He really is Edward! If you don’t believe me, you can open the sack and see for yourselves!” I knew the more I protected that sack, the angrier they would become. Sure enough, just beating him wasn’t enough to satisfy them anymore. Caleb grabbed the entire sack and threw it into the courtyard pool. Caleb had incredible strength from years of farm work. He seized the sack and kept pushing it down into the water. He said, “You’re Daniel, right? You can’t control your lower half, so today I’ll let you really enjoy yourself.” Once, twice… Edward inside the sack was soaked by the cold water and slowly regained consciousness. He began twisting his body frantically inside the sack, trying to break free. Edward shouted Caleb and Esme’s names loudly, but his hoarse, alcohol-roughened voice didn’t get their attention—instead, it made them even angrier. I pretended to pace anxiously by the pool: “Caleb, please spare him. If this continues, he’ll die.” Hearing my words, Caleb suddenly turned vicious. He roared, “I only have one son this accomplished. I must avenge him. I’m going to destroy this man right now.” Caleb went into the house and came out with a knife, then said, “I’ve been a veterinarian my whole life. Today, I won’t castrate cattle—only men.” My face went pale with terror: “Caleb, you can’t do this. No man could bear such a blow. Leave him some dignity.” Esme’s eyes blazed with fury as she cursed, “Have you no shame? You keep pleading for Daniel. He really must have satisfied you in bed.” Then she urged Caleb on: “Hurry up, Caleb. This is what adulterers deserve. If he wants to be a man again, he’ll have to wait for his next life.” With a cruel smile on his face, Caleb walked toward the sack containing Edward without hesitation. I rushed to stop him, then pretended to trip over a stone, and could only keep shouting: “Caleb, I’m begging you, don’t hurt him. You’ll regret this.” Caleb spat a thick glob of phlegm at me: “If I don’t teach him a lesson today, that’s when I’ll regret it.” With that, he aimed at the sack and stabbed down with steady, precise, and vicious force. As he stabbed, he cursed angrily: “You’ll never be able to harm another man’s woman again. I’ll make sure you can never be a man for the rest of your life.” After Caleb stabbed several times, Edward’s struggling inside the sack noticeably weakened. Soon, Edward stopped moving altogether. Watching Edward’s blood splatter everywhere, I sat on the ground, overjoyed inside but wearing deep sorrow on my face, as if I’d lost all strength. Just then, I suddenly spotted Daniel in the crowd. Our eyes met, and he immediately turned to run. I rushed into the crowd and grabbed him: “Why are you running? Do you have a guilty conscience?” Seeing me grab Daniel, Mia asked, “What are you doing here?” Daniel looked at her strangely: “If I’m not here, where should I be?” Esme pointed in confusion at the sack now stained bright red with blood and asked in horror, “Then who’s in that sack?”

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After the plane crash, I refused the last life jacket that my husband Anthony Peterson’s brother Nicholas Peterson, who was the captain, handed to me, and then plummeted straight down from 330 feet. This was because in my previous life, I had accepted the life jacket Nicholas offered me and survived, but Nicholas died tragically in the crash. After Nicholas’s tragic death, I felt extremely guilty. Anthony proposed taking care of Nicholas’s wife Zoey Peterson and their son Jack Peterson, and I was forced to agree due to my guilt. Even my only chance to be promoted to department head at the hospital, I gave up to Zoey at Anthony’s request. Until my seventieth Christmas, I actually saw Nicholas, who was supposed to be dead, appear before me. He said to Anthony: “Anthony, thank goodness you came up with this fake death plan back then. Otherwise, after the plane crash, as the captain who caused the death of a whole plane full of people because of drinking, I would definitely face serious consequences and spend my whole life in prison. “It’s just that we’ve wronged Cora. She’s been deceived by us her entire life.” Cora Kelly is my real name. After hearing Nicholas’s words, I, who had endured everything my whole life, was so angry that I coughed up blood. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the plane crash. Nicholas said: “Cora, this is the last life jacket on the plane. Put it on quickly.” Looking at the life jacket Nicholas handed me, I felt terrified. Seeing that I didn’t take it, he showed an anxious expression. Then he urged again: “Cora, the plane is about to crash. Put on the life jacket quickly. “If something happens to you, how am I going to explain this to Anthony?” In my previous life, it was because I accepted his life jacket that I lived my entire life in guilt, and finally died of anger after learning the truth. In this life, I didn’t make the same mistake and firmly refused his offer. After I pushed Nicholas away, the plane plummeted rapidly. Amid screams and piercing wind, the plane crashed into the sea, and I lost consciousness from the tremendous impact. When I woke up again, I was already in a hospital room, wrapped in bandages all over my body, with only one arm able to move. Only then did I realize I had broken many bones, but fortunately, I had survived. Seeing me awake, Anthony excitedly shouted: “Cora, you’ve been unconscious for three days and nights. You’re finally awake. You nearly scared me to death.” Then, tears poured from his red, swollen eyes as he cried in great sorrow: “But Nicholas wasn’t so lucky. We still haven’t found any trace of him. I guess he must be dead.” I was stunned, thinking: “Nicholas is dead? I clearly didn’t accept his life jacket. How could he die in this life?” However, whether he was dead or alive this time, his family couldn’t blame me anymore, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about this for decades. Just as I was thinking this, I saw Anthony suddenly sit by my hospital bed, crying as he said: “Cora, Nicholas probably won’t be coming back this time. “But Zoey is so young to lose her husband, and she still has to raise two-year-old Jack. “So, Cora, considering that Nicholas gave you the last life jacket during the plane crash, please let Zoey bring Jack to live with us from now on.” I was stunned for a moment and raised an eyebrow. I asked: “How do you know about him giving me the life jacket on the plane?” In my previous life, Anthony used my guilt to force me to give in again and again. Hearing my words, Anthony froze for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural as he hesitantly said: “I heard it from the surviving passengers on the plane. “Besides, I know Nicholas very well. In a life-or-death situation, he definitely wouldn’t abandon you. “So we can’t abandon them either. Right?”

We’ve been married for eight years, so I saw right through his lie, but I didn’t call him out on it. Thinking about my tragic past life, I let out a bitter laugh. Anthony thought I was unwilling, and his expression darkened. He said with displeasure, “Cora, don’t you have any conscience? Even though Nicholas’s death isn’t directly related to you, considering he gave you his last life jacket, you shouldn’t be so heartless.” I laughed until tears came, then looked at him coldly. I said, “Anthony, Nicholas’s body still hasn’t been found. How can you be so certain he’s already dead? “You’re so eager to declare him dead—are you trying to fake his death so he can escape responsibility for the dozens of lives lost in that plane crash caused by his drinking?” The moment I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain across my face. Anthony stood up and slapped me hard. He cursed viciously, “Cora, what are you talking about? Nicholas is the pilot. How could he possibly drink? If you dare spout such nonsense again, I’ll teach you a lesson.” I bit my lower lip hard and endured it. If it weren’t for my multiple fractures preventing me from moving, I would have fought back already. I coughed and cleared my throat, then said gently, “Anthony, it’s not that I don’t want to help Zoey, but Nicholas’s body hasn’t been found yet. We need to give Zoey an explanation. “Nicholas is very lucky. I have a feeling he’s still alive.” Anthony’s whole body stiffened, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. He said, “Cora, three days have passed, and we haven’t heard anything about Nicholas. He must be dead. “While you were unconscious, Zoey and I already discussed it. We’ve decided to go to his company tomorrow to process the death certificate. “From now on, I’ll have Zoey and Jack move into our house. We’re going to…” I urgently interrupted him, “Anthony, what do you mean? How can you give up searching for Nicholas so easily? He’s your own brother. “Don’t worry. I have several friends who work in professional search and rescue teams. I’ll have them search for Nicholas with everything they’ve got. “Besides, we must report this to the police and find some influential social media bloggers to help. The more people involved, the better our chances of finding him.” Anthony’s expression kept changing. Then he said with some difficulty, “Cora, this is also Zoey’s opinion. Since she doesn’t want to keep looking for Nicholas, there’s no need for us to waste more manpower and resources, right?” I gently grasped Anthony’s hand with my only movable hand. Then, with red-rimmed eyes, I choked out, “Anthony, you’ve always cared about Nicholas the most. Don’t you hope he’s still alive?” “Of course not. I just…” He became anxious and pulled his hand back, trying to explain. I pretended to comfort him with concern, “Anthony, let’s not rush to conclusions. Let’s wait until the search team and police give us their results, okay? “After all, Nicholas is the pilot. To avoid unnecessary controversy, the airline won’t be so quick to declare him dead.” Hearing this, Anthony had no choice but to agree. He said, “Fine. But we absolutely cannot report this to the police, and we can’t contact social media bloggers either. “We don’t need to find a search team either. That would be too troublesome. Let’s just wait for the police to give us their final search results.”

After Anthony stayed with me in the hospital room until my IV drip was finished, he left. In this life, I didn’t immediately agree to let Zoey and Jack move into our house like I had in my previous life. I knew Anthony must have gone to notify Nicholas and discuss countermeasures with his family. After he left, I made two phone calls. Regarding Nicholas’s situation, I wasn’t just going to call the police—I was also going to contact social media influencers with large followings to help increase exposure. As soon as those influencers posted their videos, the story became a hot local topic. Nicholas’s act of giving his life jacket to a passenger as a pilot during a critical moment quickly gained significant attention. Actually, finding Nicholas wouldn’t take three days—three hours would be enough. Before I died in my previous life, I already knew where he was hiding. In this life, he was definitely still hiding in the same place. Upon receiving the news, Anthony rushed back to the hospital. However, as soon as he walked in, he angrily accused me: “Cora, can’t you understand what people are saying? Who told you to take it upon yourself to contact social media influencers? Your thinking is truly malicious—you’re deliberately trying to get Nicholas killed.” His chest heaved with anger, and his entire body trembled with rage. I felt immensely satisfied inside, but I didn’t show it on my face. I pretended not to understand and asked: “Anthony, what are you talking about? I did this to get more people to join the search for Nicholas. I had good intentions. Why do I get the feeling you’re particularly afraid of Nicholas being found? Do you want Zoey to lose her husband and their child to lose his father? Or do you have inappropriate feelings for Zoey and want to use this opportunity to actually take care of both of us women at the same time?” Anthony’s face turned terrible, and in extreme anger, he cursed: “Cora, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll really divorce you!” For the past eight years, whenever he got angry, he would threaten divorce to force me to apologize and submit to him. But this time I wouldn’t compromise anymore—I already planned to divorce him anyway. I dropped the expression from my face and looked at him calmly, saying: “Fine, then let’s get divorced.” Anthony hadn’t expected me to say that. He opened his mouth in surprise, staring at me in disbelief. Before he could say anything, my phone rang. I answered with one hand and put it on speaker. The person on the other end said: “Ms. Kelly, I have good news for you. We’ve located Mr. Peterson. We’re about to go find him right now.” I replied: “That’s wonderful news. I’ll have our family members meet up with you right away.” After hanging up, I sent the location to Anthony. I said: “What are you standing there for? Are you so happy you’re stunned? Hurry up and go bring Nicholas back.” Anthony’s face darkened, and he pressed his lips tightly together. Without saying a word, he turned and left anxiously. I sneered inwardly. He was so rushed because he had to reach Nicholas’s hiding place before the search and rescue team. Sure enough, when Anthony returned to the hospital that evening, he looked heavy-hearted and said sadly: “We found Nicholas, but he’s already…” He shed a few tears at just the right moment, his eyes reddening as he continued: “Cora, I won’t be able to stay at the hospital with you for the next few days. I’ve already hired a caregiver for you. I’m going back to our hometown first thing tomorrow morning to bury Nicholas.” I frowned and forced a trace of sadness into my expression, saying: “But our country now advocates cremation. Especially for families like yours with public positions—how can you set an example by doing something that goes against the country’s wishes?” However, Anthony insisted on burial, saying it was the hometown custom. Anthony said: “Cora, as long as no one reports it, we won’t have any problems. Besides, would anyone really deliberately cause trouble for a dead person? No one could do something so shameless.” Anthony set out before dawn the next day. But before he could bury Nicholas, the police arrived. He had no choice but to angrily drag the death-faking Nicholas to the funeral home. On the day of cremation, I insisted on being there to see Nicholas one last time. Anthony wouldn’t let me come along, saying sternly, “Cora, you’re still hospitalized. Why do you have to go? Even if you want to make a scene, there’s a time and place for everything.” Just like in my previous life, I used the same moral argument to constrain Anthony. I said, “Nicholas gave me his life jacket at that critical moment between life and death. Can’t I at least see him one last time?” Anthony was left speechless and had to agree. In the funeral home lobby, all the Peterson family members had gathered. They exchanged glances with each other, then Anthony tried to send me back. Anthony said, “Cora, Nicholas has already felt your sentiment. You’re still injured, so you should head back early.” I frowned, unhappy, and said, “How can that be? I haven’t seen Nicholas one last time yet. Which refrigerated casket is he in now?” As soon as I finished speaking, Anthony’s expression changed. He said, “I told you he’s already received your sentiment. You need to get back to the hospital right now. Once I get busy, I won’t have time to look after a patient like you.” I got anxious too and said loudly, “Anthony, what do you mean by that? Why are you stopping me from seeing Nicholas one last time? Don’t tell me he’s not even in a refrigerated casket? Are you still planning to secretly transport him away for a burial?” People around us all looked over, and even the funeral home staff heard the commotion. Anthony stared at me with fierce eyes, and after a while, he said coldly, “Fine, I’ll take you to see him.” He waited for quite a while, and only after receiving a phone call did he wheel me to the innermost refrigerated casket. Looking at Nicholas in the casket with his lips frozen purple, I almost burst out laughing. Anthony said, “Cora, now that you’ve seen him, can we go?” I nodded, and Anthony couldn’t wait to get me out of there. At that moment, several police officers walked over and stood in front of the Peterson family members, saying, “We received a report that someone was planning to secretly remove a body. So please cooperate with our work and complete the cremation process properly under our supervision.” Anthony’s face went pale, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call someone. But it was already too late. Before he could finish his call, I saw the display board showing that Nicholas was next to be cremated. The Peterson family members standing in the glass observation area were all extremely anxious, and Anthony was so frantic he wanted to rush in directly. He shouted, “Wait! You can’t cremate him.” But there was no time left. The next second, Nicholas was pushed into the cremation furnace. At the same time, a scene appeared in the cremation furnace that shocked everyone present.

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My boyfriend and his so-called “sister” checked into a hotel and got caught during a prostitution sting operation. When I went to bail him out, he had hickeys all over his neck and was busy comforting her while she sobbed into her hands. “Her apartment’s lock broke, and she was so scared, so I stayed with her,” he said. If this had been before, I would’ve flipped out and demanded answers. But this time, I didn’t want to play the jealous, crazy girlfriend anymore. I calmly signed the release papers and didn’t say a word. My friend from the operation team asked, “Family?” I shook my head. “Just neighbors.” Then I looked down and texted my mom. [That arranged marriage you mentioned? Fine, I’ll do it. Give me three days, and I’ll come home.] —— When we left the station, Gwyneth Averill, still sniffling, climbed into the passenger seat of my car. I didn’t feel like arguing, so I started the car. Just as I put my hand on the wheel, she grabbed my arm. Except, she wasn’t looking at me. She turned to my boyfriend Gerard Morgenthal instead. “I’m scared. I don’t like riding in someone else’s car,” she said, her eyes filled with tears, her nose red. She looked like the very definition of helpless. I pulled her hand off me. “Then get out.” The air in the car instantly froze until Gwyneth’s tears spilled over, and she started crying. From the backseat, Gerard’s voice came sharp. “Yvaine, do you always have to be so harsh? You know she’s traumatized because of her brother’s situation. Can’t you just be a little considerate?” he snapped. “Get out. I’ll drive.” Before I could respond, he got out, yanked open my door so hard that it rattled, and let the freezing wind rush in. I shivered but didn’t move, just sat there and stared at him. The always-calm Gerard was suddenly rough and impatient. He actually unbuckled my seatbelt and dragged me out of the car. I stumbled, nearly falling to my knees, but managed to catch myself. Without looking at me, he slid into the driver’s seat and leaned over to gently touch Gwyneth’s hair. “Hush now. I’ll take you home first.” “Oh, Gerard, you’re so good to me!” Gwyneth said, throwing me a smug little look. Before he drove off, Gerard left me with one sentence. “You’re an adult. Figure out your own way home. I’ll be back after I drop her off.” I stood there, frozen, as their car sped away. Before they turned the corner, I saw that bitch lean over and kiss his cheek. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up with my fingers still stiff. “Sweetheart, did you see Glenn’s photo?” Glenn London—the guy my mom wanted me to marry. Tall and good-looking. On the other end, my mom sounded relieved. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re finally growing up. Your dad’s getting old. Over the years, he’s been furious about you running away from home. It’s good that you’re coming back.” I looked up at the insects buzzing around the streetlight, my thoughts scattered. I ran away all those years ago because I didn’t want this kind of life. Then I met Gerard, and for a while, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Seven years. I stood by him through everything from nothing to something. But every time I brought up the future, he’d just say, “It’s too soon.” I had quietly terminated my pregnancies because of that. More than once. I was so naive, thinking his love alone would be enough. But now, I can’t take it anymore. In the end, I took a cab home. Gerard must’ve felt guilty because he came home not long after. He walked in just as I was packing my things. Clothes were out of my wardrobe—most of them stuffed into bags already. “Why are you packing your clothes?” he asked, looking uncertain. “Decluttering,” I said flatly, hoping he’d just take a shower. The cloying scent of perfume on him made me feel nauseous. He hesitated for a moment, not sensing anything amiss, and continued talking to himself.   “Well, losing it might not be the worst thing. When we get married, we can just buy another one. Or maybe even upgrade to a bigger place. What do you think?” Gerard sounded like he was seriously picturing our future. He kept sneaking glances at me, watching for a reaction. I noticed, of course, but I pretended I didn’t. Normally, I’d be over the moon—probably crying happy tears. But now? I didn’t feel like shedding even a single tear for him. My coldness killed his vibe. He could tell I was upset, but he wasn’t about to try and fix things. The fact he’d even made an effort tonight was rare enough. When he went to shower, his phone started buzzing nonstop. The noise was driving me crazy, so I picked it up and glanced at the screen. Gwyneth had sent him a bunch of photos—wedding photos of the two of them. Some in classic outfits, some in modern style. My chest tightened, the pain dull but heavy. So, this is how it was. His impatience was reserved just for me. I thought back to the time I’d excitedly dragged him to look at wedding outfits with me. But he bailed on me every single time. “It’s all the same. Just pick something,” he’d said. That frown of his is still burned into my memory. His impatience with me? That was real. And the tenderness in those dozens of photos? That was real, too. “What the hell are you doing?” Suddenly, steam rolled in as Gerard stormed out of the bathroom, snatching the phone out of my hand. He yanked it so hard that I fell onto the bed. “Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” His face was flushed from the hot shower, but his voice was ice cold, sending a chill down my spine.

I glanced down at my hand. His grip had left a scratch, and now it was bleeding. Honestly, even if he hadn’t caught me, I wouldn’t have scrolled any further. I’d already seen it all before—the thousands of flirty messages. I’d read them all one sleepless night, from midnight to sunrise. By the time I was done, my eyes were swollen, but I still had to fake being fine, pretending I’d just woken up. Who would’ve guessed? Seven years of being together, and our conversations were always just me—nagging, pleading, trying to spark something. Once in a while, if he was in the mood, he’d toss me an emoji as a reply. I was nothing but a clown. “Sorry,” I muttered, lowering my eyes. “I won’t touch your phone again.” He froze, caught off guard by my reaction. “Those photos… Gwyneth said trying on wedding dresses is exhausting, so I… I just helped her try some on. That’s all,” he stammered. “You know her brother passed away. I was just doing this for him. Don’t get the wrong idea.” I stayed quiet, letting him stumble through his pathetic excuses. Kurt, Gwyneth’s brother, had been Gerard’s friend. Back when Gerard was struggling to get his business off the ground, Kurt rushed to deliver a flashdrive to him but ended up in a car accident. He was rushed to the ER but didn’t make it. Before he died, he made Gerard promise to look after his sister. And Gerard kept that promise. He took care of her really well. What started as a distant concern turned into him involving himself in every little detail of her life. I sniffled. There were only a few days left before I left for good. I didn’t see the point in holding anything back anymore. “Don’t worry about me getting the wrong idea,” I said softly. “Honestly, if you and Gwyneth got married, I think it’d be a good match…” Before I could finish, his hand struck my face, the slap ringing out sharp and clear. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Gwyneth only sees me as her brother! Do you think she’s as cheap as you?” The sting on my cheek burned hot like fire. Yeah, Gwyneth isn’t like me. She didn’t throw herself at him like some cheap fling. Tears welled up in my eyes, but before they could fall, I caught the flicker of panic on his face. His tone softened. “I… I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.” For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. “Gerard, I’m getting…” But his ringtone cut me off. He answered, and a woman’s voice echoed through the cold quiet bedroom. “G-Gerard! I had a nightmare! I dreamed about my brother… I’m… I’m so scared…”   “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way now.” Gerard’s voice was anxious as he threw on some clothes he could find, ready to leave. Just as he reached the door, he paused like he’d remembered something. “What were you about to say earlier?” But I’d already tucked my emotions away. “Nothing. We’ll talk when you’re back.” The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, his side untouched. With just a few days left before I was planning to leave, I went ahead and quit my job. Most of the clothes I packed last night were meant for donation anyway. I carried the bags outside to meet the delivery guy, but the noise across the hall stopped me in my tracks. The place was buzzing with workers hauling in brand-new furniture. Even in the crowd, my eyes landed on Gerard instantly. He had his arm around Gwyneth’s shoulder, directing the workers as they arranged the furniture. That attention to detail? Classic Gerard. When we moved in together, he did the same—took time off work to oversee everything personally. “Home should feel just right,” he’d said back then. But now, the home we shared barely had any trace of him left.

“Miss? Hey, Miss? Your shipping code?” The delivery guy’s voice snapped me out of it. The noise must’ve caught their attention too because before I knew it, as soon as the delivery guy left, Gwyneth came bouncing out. “Hey,” she began. “I’ve been having too many nightmares, so Gerard bought this place for me. We’re neighbors now!” She leaned in close, playing up the wide-eyed, innocent act. Her exaggerated blinking was almost comical. But I couldn’t bring myself to like her, no matter how hard I tried. I turned to leave, but before I could get far, she suddenly stumbled backward, as if some invisible force had shoved her. She crashed into a worker moving a cabinet and hit the edge with her lower back. “Ahhh!” Her cry of pain was laced with tears, and Gerard came rushing out at the sound. He immediately pulled her up, his hands gently massaging the spot where she’d hit. Concern poured out of him in waves. “Yvaine, can you stop acting like a jealous little girl?” His disbelief stung almost as much as his words. Gwyneth looked pale and started waving her hands weakly. “Gerard, don’t… don’t be mad at her. This… This is my fault,” she said. “I shouldn’t have moved in and caused trouble. I’m just… not supposed to be here.” “Don’t say that,” Gerard replied. “You’re my sister!” A headache pounded at my temples. Watching their little “family bond” unfold for the hundredth time was nauseating. Before I could close my door, Gerard blocked it with his hand. “Yvaine, apologize to Gwyneth!” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Why the hell should I apologize for something I didn’t do?” “You’ve done worse plenty of times!” he shot back. I let out a bitter laugh. He always believed what he wanted to believe. Gwyneth, meanwhile, shook her head like a martyr. “Please don’t fight because of me. I’m sorry—it’s my fault I didn’t stand properly…” Gerard held her hand and glared at me like I was the villain. “I can’t believe I never saw you for what you are,” he said. “So petty, so vicious—you can’t tolerate even the smallest things.” His words cut deeper like a knife than I’d like to admit. But I still didn’t apologize. Gwyneth kept whining about the pain, so Gerard scooped her up and carried her downstairs. Watching his back as he walked away, I suddenly remembered I had to visit the hospital myself. My sleep had been a mess for ages. I couldn’t even pinpoint when the insomnia started. After going through bottles of melatonin, I finally decided to get some actual help. The hospital wasn’t too crowded today, and I got my prescription quickly. But on my way out, I saw them again. It wasn’t surprising, really—this was the closest hospital to our place. Gwyneth was in Gerard’s arms, cradled like a princess, while he carried her meds in one hand. People couldn’t help but stare as they passed, envy written all over their faces. “Look at her boyfriend,” I heard a pregnant woman say, elbowing her own man.   Gwyneth looked shy, but Gerard didn’t seem to care. We bumped into each other right at the elevator. I didn’t say much, but Gwyneth started fidgeting in his arms. Her face was bright red. “Gerard, put me down already.” Gerard frowned. “You’re hurt. Stop moving.” Then, out of nowhere, he turned to me. “What are you doing here? Are you sick?” I held up the bottle of medicine in my hand. “Just some insomnia.” He paused like he was thinking. “I’ll have my assistant pick up some lavender. Put it in the bedroom; it might help.” He was about to say something else, but the girl in his arms cut him off. Gwyneth let out a soft whimper like a kitten. The elevator kept going down—until suddenly, there was a loud bang, and it came to a dead stop. The lights went out. In the pitch black, I crouched down. My whole body started shaking. I’m terrified of the dark. Gerard didn’t forget. He called out to me. “Yvaine? Yvaine, are you okay?” I choked out a shaky reply. “M-Mm-mm.” “Gwyneth, get down for a second,” he said. “Yvaine’s scared of the dark…” But Gwyneth started sniffling softly in the corner. “But I’m scared too, Gerard! Don’t let me down…” Gerard didn’t say anything to me after that. His attention was all on her, soothing her in that gentle voice of his. Meanwhile, my palms were clammy, and my body wouldn’t stop shaking. This wasn’t the first time. Years ago, Gerard and I had been stuck in an elevator together. The lights had gone out, and we were stuck between floors. I was so scared I couldn’t even cry, just shook and broke into a cold sweat. Back then, Gerard had held me. He’s a neat freak and hates any kind of mess, but that day, he hugged me so gently. No complaints, no disgust. Just like how he was now—comforting Gwyneth. “G-Gerard…” I whispered. The darkness made me feel fragile; tears slipped down my cheeks. I found myself craving the warmth of his arms again. But then he shattered that small, stupid hope. He replied, “Gwyneth’s hurt…” I didn’t say another word. Just buried my head in my arms and stayed quiet. After what felt like forever, the lights flickered back on, and the elevator started moving again. As soon as we hit the first floor, I staggered to my feet and rushed out. When I got home, I was still in a state of shock. Mom had sent me pictures of wedding dresses to pick from, but I couldn’t focus on them. I just sat there, quietly watching the clock tick. I don’t know how long it was before Gerard came back. He walked in with a bouquet of lavender and a bag of takeout. I opened it. A container of lobster bisque. Gerard had forgotten I was allergic to shellfish. He didn’t even notice. He just muttered an apology. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? Eat this while it’s hot.” I opened the lid and drank every last spoonful. The hives broke out almost instantly, but I didn’t care. “Come back for dinner tomorrow,” I said. “It’s your birthday.” He froze, surprised, but then nodded quickly. I got up and went to take some antihistamines. Making a dish had never been my thing. The only thing I’m halfway decent at making is birthday spaghetti. But tonight, no matter what I did, it kept turning out wrong. I didn’t want to waste it, so I forced myself to eat the failures. I kept an eye on the time. Once Gerard came home and had his birthday dinner, I’d leave. For good this time. But he never showed up. Instead, he called. “Gwyneth burned her fingers while cooking. I need to take her to the hospital,” he said. “You go ahead and eat without me.” His lies have always been terrible. My main Facebook account couldn’t see his updates anymore. But my alternate account? It showed everything—a photo of him and Gwyneth standing by a cake, streamers floating in the background and frozen mid-air, and two of them smiling and holding hands. “Hello? Hello?” Gerard’s voice brought me back. He was still on the phone. I just let out a slow, shaky breath. “It’s… It’s okay. No rush.” Then, from my alternate account, I liked his post. I tossed the spaghetti straight into the trash. Gerard doesn’t love me anymore. Letting him go would probably make him happier anyway, so I dragged my suitcase out of the house. On the way, I put together all the evidence of Gwyneth and Gerard’s years of flirting and posted it on my main Facebook account. Plenty of our mutual friends would see it. If I’m leaving, well, I’m not leaving quietly. Before the plane took off, I sent Gerard one last message. [Happy birthday. Goodbye.] I didn’t even bother saying it was over. Seven years of being together with no commitment—there wasn’t much to break up in the first place. Even the abortions didn’t mean anything to him—just collateral damage in his mess of a life. Right before I turned my phone off, the calls started flooding in, and I accidentally picked up one.

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I had been in an intimate relationship with Henry for eight long years, but he still told others he treated me like his sister when introducing me. Just a few days ago, he married a woman he barely knew for a week. And he proudly posted their wedding photos on Instagram. The woman even left a comment, saying, “Love knows no limits, not even time.” *** We messed around in Henry’s bedroom all night long the day before he went on a business trip. “Aren’t you tired at all?” I bit my lip, looking at the man I had loved for eight years with fascination, hoping he would finish having sex with me soon. Or, at least, he should be a little more gentle. “I have a business trip tomorrow,” He said. Then Henry kissed my sweaty forehead and added with a smile, “Once I’m gone for the business trip, I won’t be able to be with you for a whole month. I just want to spend more time with you before leaving.” I was about to argue back, but he shut me up with a kiss, whispering, “My parents are back. Shh, be quiet.” However, he didn’t stop what he was doing.

When Cyrus and I were preparing to file for divorce, he had an accident and lost his memory. His memory stopped at eight years ago. Eight years ago. That was the time that he loved me the most. *** Cyrus looked at me with a heavy gaze and asked, “Irene, tell me honestly, do you want a divorce because you’ve fallen in love with someone else?” My tired sigh could only be met his questioning with silence. He forgot. The one who had been constantly trying to initiate a divorce was not me.

Darren Frazier, the heir of the Frazier family, had always hated me since we were young, but he couldn’t change the fact that we were destined to get married. As a protest, he left me at our wedding to go play racing. After getting married, he spared no effort to do ridiculous things. As a result, I became a joke in the circle, and Darren enjoyed it. He said to me, “You brought this trouble upon yourself. Deal with it.” Everyone, even Darren himself, thought that I would always be tied to him. On our fifth anniversary, I gave him a divorce agreement. I laughed with relief. “Finally, I can get rid of you.” That night, Darren lost it and smashed our house with his bare hands.

On the day I, Sofia Jackson, received my acceptance letter from New York University, my best friend George Stewart came to me with a wooden box, saying he wanted to give me a family heirloom. He asked me to open the box and put on the silver bracelet that had been passed down through his family for generations. Just as I was about to reach for it, a stream of bullet comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Don’t touch that silver bracelet! It’s bound to a soul-swapping system by George. Once you put it on, your life is over.] [All the opportunities that belong to you will be swapped to Riley Foster. She’ll take your NYU acceptance letter and go to college in your place.] [Even the person you risked your life to save will be married off to her under the guise of being a lifesaver, letting her enjoy wealth and luxury.] [Poor your parents – when they discover something’s wrong and find evidence to expose their true purpose, they’ll be persecuted to death by George, dying with their eyes wide open.] George in front of me forcefully grabbed my hand, and just as the silver bracelet was about to slip onto my wrist, I suddenly stepped back. George said, “Sofia, this is our family’s ancestral bracelet, meant for my future wife. You got into college – I’m so happy for you.” George, who had grown up with me since childhood, held up the bracelet with a shy smile on his face, trying to slip it onto my hand. I hid my hands behind my back, hesitating in my heart. The bullet comments continued their frantic warnings. [Sofia, listen to us – don’t put on that silver bracelet!] [Stay away from him! Don’t let George fool you, or your family of three won’t have a good ending!] My heart was pounding, and I clutched the corner of my clothes tightly. George brought up the engagement our families had arranged since childhood. Seeing that I didn’t respond, he reached out and grabbed my arm. He said, “Sofia, I’ve been looking forward to the day you become part of the Stewart family!” I forced myself to calm down and managed a smile. “George, haven’t you always liked Riley and only considered me a good friend? How did you suddenly start liking me?” He fell silent for a few seconds, then quickly regained his composure, lowering his head to hide his expression. “I’ve always liked you. I was just afraid of interfering with your studies, so I kept hiding my feelings for you. Now that you’ve gotten into college, I can boldly pursue you.” As he spoke, he raised his head, his ears slightly flushed. I took the opportunity to retreat behind the desk, forcing myself to stay calm. “Look, I still have the letter where you rejected me last Christmas.” He snatched the letter and tore it up, throwing the pieces on the floor. “Those were just harsh words I said to help you focus on preparing for your exams. Don’t take them to heart.” George spoke urgently, reaching out to grab my hand again. I turned around, opened the drawer, and pulled out a full ten letters. Those were letters he and Riley had written to me. I used to love George deeply, but ever since that incident, his attitude toward me had grown increasingly cold. He had even told me multiple times not to bother him, saying he found me annoying. Yet today he was acting completely out of character, claiming everything was for my own good – it was hard to believe. I pulled out the letters one by one, pointing to the handwriting on them. “You also wrote that you only liked Riley.” George’s eyes darted away, his tone strained. “I told you, that was to make you focus and put your energy into studying. Why won’t you believe me? Just put on the bracelet, and I’ll discuss our wedding with my parents.” Looking at his shifty eyes, I became even more convinced he was lying. My heart suddenly sank, as if a huge hole had been torn open and cold wind was howling through it. George and I had grown up together, and our parents were close friends too. They had arranged our engagement early on. When he was almost kidnapped last Christmas, I bit the trafficker’s hand to save him, and I nearly got beaten to death for it. For many years, we were practically inseparable. George would take me to buy delicious food and take me out to play. When the neighborhood kids made fun of the pimples on my skin, he didn’t hesitate to pour a bottle of ink on them, willing to embarrass himself in front of everyone just to stand up for me. I had always thought our bond was unbreakable, that we would never do anything to hurt each other. But the scrolling bullet comments reminded me that this was all part of his carefully planned deception, just to give Riley a good life. I looked into his eyes and asked unwillingly, “George, do you really want to marry me and have a wedding with me?” George said, “Of course. As soon as you put on the silver bracelet, I’ll marry you immediately.” [Hypocrite! George doesn’t even care about your whole family’s lives, yet he dares to lie to you!] Disappointment surged through me, making it hard to breathe. Riley had only moved here a year ago, yet she had easily stolen his heart. She wore pristine white dresses and delicate hair clips, looking like a doll that made George unable to look away. Thinking back on their increasingly intimate behavior, there had been signs all along. Now they even had such a vicious plan involving soul swapping. No, I absolutely wouldn’t agree to this! My life must be controlled by me alone! I said, “My mom forgot something. I need to take it to her.” I quickly ran outside, but unexpectedly bumped into a familiar person.

Riley was standing by the wall, pressed close to the window, peering into the room. Hearing footsteps, she turned around in panic, her body trembling slightly as she quickly glanced to the side and hastily covered her mouth with a light cough. George had already followed behind her. I tried to walk around her to leave, but she stretched out her hand to stop me. She asked, “Where are you going? Why aren’t you wearing what George gave you?” She was dressed in the latest style dress, wearing a pair of delicate lambskin low heels, and her usually loose hair was braided and draped over her shoulder. She said, “Don’t you like George the most? Do you know this is the Stewart family heirloom? How can you disappoint his good intentions? I’ve seen how much effort he’s put into you all this time. If you miss such a good man, you’ll never get another chance. Just say yes!” George likes me? Even I found this hard to believe. [Riley is so scheming. She’s clearly been secretly involved with George all along, yet she’s still pretending and lying.] [Ever since she appeared, she’s been mocking Sofia openly and secretly, deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them!] [She’s still lying to Sofia now. She’s only doing this because she’s afraid Sofia will get suspicious and won’t take the bait.] My heart suddenly clenched. Ever since she appeared this Christmas, George’s gaze had been unconsciously following her, while he grew increasingly impatient with me. I had argued and fought with him before, but he just looked at me coldly: “Sofia, don’t project your dirty thoughts onto us. Riley isn’t like you—she’s gracious and proper, focused only on her studies.” Riley had also reddened her eyes, her voice choked with emotion: “Please don’t misunderstand because of me. I only think of George as a brother.” So they had already developed feelings for each other behind my back, just waiting for me to get my acceptance letter before stealing my life away. Looking at the anxious Riley, I tried to run around her. But suddenly a hand reached out from behind me, gripping my arm tightly with such force that I couldn’t break free. Riley said, “Sofia, your mother clearly brought candy when she came to my house. Be good and put on this silver bracelet.” [Damn George, he and Riley were practically kissing, and now he wants to steal Sofia’s soul!] I was dragged back into the room again. Riley looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I shouted, “What are you doing? My parents will be back soon!” I gritted my chattering teeth and tried to move my heavy steps. George and Riley exchanged glances, then approached me step by step with malicious intent. [This is terrible! George and Riley are actually planning to force Sofia to comply.] Seeing Riley holding the silver bracelet, I suddenly stomped hard on George’s foot. He cried out in pain and immediately released his grip on my arm. I said, “I don’t want to wear it. Why are you forcing me? Are you hiding something from me?” [Sofia, no matter what, don’t put on that silver bracelet!] Watching the constantly scrolling comments, I finally cleared my confused thoughts. If I put on the silver bracelet George handed me, Riley and I would swap souls. Not only could she use my body to go to college, but she could also successfully join the dance troupe. She would eventually marry the only wealthy man in the village and live an enviable life. And I would be sold by them to a mountain village, married off to an old widower. When I finally limped my way out and found my parents, thinking I could finally expose their true nature, I discovered that even my parents had been murdered. When they died, they didn’t even have time to close their eyes! My ending shouldn’t be so tragic, and my parents were completely innocent. I absolutely cannot resign myself to fate again. Just then, I heard the sound of a door opening outside. I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Help!” George’s face darkened as he quickly covered my mouth, leaving me only able to make muffled sounds. But the urgent footsteps outside reminded me that this was my only chance to escape. I bit down hard on the hand covering my mouth until my mouth was filled with the taste of blood before letting go. Taking advantage of the moment he bent down to check his wound, I used all my strength to rush out of the room.

I ran straight to the front gate in one breath, only to crash headfirst into someone’s back. My head throbbed with sharp pain. Clutching my forehead, I waited for my vision to clear, and when I saw who it was, my eyes widened involuntarily. The man said, “Sofia, what are you doing? Where do you think you’re going?” He looked at me with furrowed brows, his tone laced with impatience. My heart lurched. It was actually Riley’s father, Alan Foster. “Is there anyone—” I started to shout. Before I could finish, he grabbed my collar and roughly dragged me back inside. His usually stern face was now even more forbidding. He said, “Sofia, don’t waste your energy. Just listen to George obediently, or you’ll be the only one who suffers.” “Dad, you’re finally here. She pushed me down earlier.” Riley walked over to his side, raising her arm with tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing the small scratch on her arm, Alan tenderly took her hand and coaxed softly, “She actually dared to hurt you! I’ll make sure she pays for this.” Sure enough, without another word, he shoved me hard into the house and found rope to tie my hands tightly. I knew there was no escaping today. “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the silver bracelet, put it right on her!” Alan shouted at George, who stood there looking confused. My wrists were already red and raw from the rope. Just as the silver bracelet was about to slip onto my wrist, I suddenly lowered my head and rammed into his stomach. Alan roared, “You’re asking for death!” As soon as the words left his mouth, a sharp slap landed across my face, stinging fiercely. I covered my face but still said defiantly in a trembling voice, “Even if she and I swap souls, my parents will definitely notice. What parents wouldn’t recognize their own child?” Hearing my feeble questioning, Alan revealed a meaningful smile. Riley stepped forward and explained gently, “Haven’t you noticed we’re becoming more and more alike? We should thank George for telling me about your childhood, otherwise we wouldn’t have dared take this risk.” No wonder she’d been acting strange lately. Her hairstyle changed from loose shoulder-length hair to braids, she ate less than usual, and she even mimicked my shrimp allergy perfectly. It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed her behavior becoming more like mine, but I just thought I was overthinking it. Turns out, they had quietly prepared everything long ago. George peeked through the door crack at the outside, then exchanged a glance with Alan. He said, “Sofia, it’s just wearing a silver bracelet. Your body will still stay with your parents. Stop struggling, okay? You alone can’t fight all of us.” The coldness emanating from him made me shiver involuntarily. Large tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes as I pleaded, “I don’t want to, George. For the sake of us growing up together, please don’t be so cruel to me. I can teach her to study, help her get into a good college too.” George walked over to Alan and took a red cord, holding it in front of me. He said, “Stop stalling. Look at this. If you still want them to stay alive, you’ll have to willingly put it on.” My ears buzzed as I stared blankly at the red cord, biting my lip until it bled. That was the red cord my mother Melody Jackson and I had worked so hard to buy, meant to ensure his lifelong prosperity. [Sofia, George is truly vicious, actually threatening you with your parents’ lives.] A thunderclap exploded, and my sanity instantly shattered to pieces. I looked at George in disbelief, my mind completely blank. Looking at his familiar face, I couldn’t understand how he had become so terrifying. My heart turned to ash as I slowly, voluntarily, extended my hand. “Sofia, are you home? Look who’s here.” The deafening shout made George’s hand jerk violently, and the silver bracelet fell to the floor in his panic, breaking in half. [Sofia, you’re safe now. The system in the silver bracelet has been disabled. Don’t be afraid.] The door was pushed open, and my teacher Nathan Ward entered, followed by many others. At the same time, George quickly untied the rope around my wrist and hid under the bed. “Why are there so many people here? Sofia, look, Cyrus Meyer from New York University leadership has come to see you.” Nathan beckoned me forward to greet everyone. I invited everyone to sit down and poured coffee for them. After everything was arranged, I stood beside Nathan. Nathan said, “This girl is really excellent—good grades and very sensible.” Cyrus took a sip of coffee and smiled kindly, “Yes, our school needs exactly this kind of talent.” George stepped forward and stood in front of Cyrus: “I want to report Sofia for cheating on her exams. Her grades are fake.” He pointed at me with confidence: “To ensure fairness and justice, we believe New York University should revoke her admission.” I stared at him in shock, my heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. Seeing his soul-swapping plan fall through, he was now trying to destroy me. Nathan set his cup on the table, his expression serious: “Don’t talk nonsense. Sofia’s grades have always been excellent. How could she possibly cheat on exams?” Cyrus was also skeptical: “Making such accusations without evidence is slander—it can ruin someone.” George said, “If I weren’t absolutely certain, how could I stand up and say this? I originally wanted to keep this secret for her, but she’s gone too far. When Riley had a bad day during the exam, Sofia actually mocked her. Someone like her doesn’t deserve to go to college.” Riley pitifully grabbed George’s hand: “Forget it, don’t say anymore. Just consider it as me taking the exam for Sofia. I’m happy if she can go to college.” George comforted Riley, but his eyes harbored anger: “You’re so kind, but Sofia is truly vicious—she doesn’t deserve your kindness. Ever since you moved here, she’s thrown stones at you on the street and written curse words on your clothes. Which of these things did we wrongly accuse her of? Even during the SAT, she threatened your father’s life to force you to write her name on the test paper.” My heart raced violently, and tears streamed down uncontrollably: “You’re lying! You were the ones who threatened me to take the exam for Riley, and I refused. My grades have always been good since childhood—why would I have her take the exam for me?” George’s face turned menacing as he glared at me viciously: “I knew you wouldn’t admit it. I’ve kept all the letters you asked me to give to Riley. You never thought you’d be exposed one day, did you?” He left for a moment and returned with a stack of letters, handing them to Nathan and Cyrus. He pointed to the handwriting: “Mr. Ward, you must be able to recognize Sofia’s handwriting. Whether she’s lying or not, you’ll know at a glance.” Every word in the letters contained my threats against Riley. The last letter expressed my gratitude to Riley for taking the SAT for me. Nathan’s expression toward me changed. [George is so disgusting. That handwriting was clearly Riley’s imitation.] [Don’t panic. Get out the homework that Riley and George wrote.] I rushed into the bedroom and searched every corner, but couldn’t find the homework we’d done together. Yesterday, George had borrowed those notebooks under the pretense of studying them carefully. Now only my notebooks remained on the desk, even the paper matching exactly what was used in the letters. Seeing me standing there in a daze, they instantly understood—what George said was probably true. Cyrus slammed the table so hard that the cups jumped. His eyes widened as he roared, “You’ve gone too far!” Then, in his fury, he moved to tear up my acceptance letter on the spot. Riley choked back tears: “Don’t blame Sofia, everyone. She was just confused for a moment. I’m satisfied that the truth has come to light.” Cyrus angrily held my acceptance letter, about to set it on fire. [It’s over. Sofia really won’t have school this time!] Just as the flame was about to reach the acceptance letter, I spoke up to stop him: “I have evidence that can prove they’re lying!”

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When I returned to the seventies, the first thing I, Nathalia Evans, did was find a pig and marry it. In my previous life, just as Myles Fisher and I were about to get engaged after ten years of love, my cousin Allison Evans specially gave me a bracelet to congratulate me. Since it was Allison’s thoughtful gesture, I wore it with me at all times. However, on our engagement day, Myles not only refused to get engaged to me but also publicly berated me as a homewrecker, saying I had destroyed his relationship with Allison. Just as I was about to explain, Allison stepped forward in tears: “Nathalia, I know my family background and education are better than yours, but you can’t destroy my relationship with Myles out of jealousy. Myles and I have long agreed to be together—just give up!” Myles immediately left with Allison and soon got engaged to her. Meanwhile, I became the target of relatives’ gossip, with everyone convinced I was a shameless woman. My biological parents were so humiliated by the public scorn that they couldn’t bear the pressure and took their own lives in despair. Devastated by losing my loved ones, I followed my parents to the grave. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Allison gave me the bracelet. She said: “Nathalia, I went through so much trouble to get this bracelet. You must wear it at all times—it will bless your marriage and ensure harmony between you and your husband.” She rolled up her pant leg, revealing red, swollen wounds on her knee. Her expression was utterly sincere, as if she had truly made great sacrifices for my happiness. The familiar scene played out once more, and I finally confirmed it—I had been reborn. Watching Allison ignore my refusal and insist on slipping the bracelet onto my wrist, I wanted nothing more than to immediately smash this cursed thing that had destroyed my family. But I held back. Even if I was going to destroy this bracelet, now wasn’t the time. Suppressing my rage, I put on an act of pleasant surprise: “Allison, I never imagined you cared about me so much. Don’t worry, I’ll wear it constantly—I won’t even take it off when I bathe.” Satisfied with my response, Allison left with a bright smile. After she left, I stared at the bracelet on my wrist, lost in thought. In my previous life, Allison had also given me a bracelet before my engagement, instructing me that if I wanted a happy, fulfilling life, I must wear it daily without ever taking it off. I believed her words and indeed never removed it. But on our engagement day, Myles, who had been so compatible with me, publicly denounced me as a homewrecker. I couldn’t understand how the man who had been so tender and loving just the day before could suddenly turn so cold and heartless. That’s when Allison jumped out to accuse me, claiming I was jealous of her and had seduced her man. I was immediately cursed by everyone and branded a shameless harlot. My parents, who had lived honest, hardworking lives, couldn’t bear the gossip and rumors. To “prove their innocence,” they committed suicide. Under the double blow of learning about Myles and Allison’s engagement and my parents’ tragic deaths, I ultimately threw myself into the river. Only after death did I realize that the bracelet Allison gave me was actually what had destroyed me. Not only did it fail to bless my marriage, it actually ruined it. Fortunately, fate had arranged for my rebirth. Since Allison coveted my marriage so much, in this life, it would be my turn to give her a matrimonial gift.

After nightfall, I dug out the fabric my family had prepared for the engagement and quietly slipped into my wedding dress under cover of darkness, then crept into the pigpen. The overwhelming stench that hit me didn’t scare me off—instead, it stirred an indescribable excitement within me. Clutching the red flower in my hand, I began carefully surveying the pigpen. Most of the pigs had already settled down for the night, but one pig kept its round, beady eyes wide open, staring intently at this strange woman who had suddenly appeared. I immediately recognized it as the big fat pig our family had been raising for several years—it was massive. Covered in mud and filth, it reeked with a pungent odor. Without hesitation, I made my decision—this was the one. After placing the red flower on the big fat pig, I immediately married it. Allison loves stealing my romantic prospects, doesn’t she? Well, I’ll give her plenty to steal. After completing this task, I shut myself away at home. Even when Myles came looking for me, I deliberately avoided seeing him. Meanwhile, just like in my previous life, Allison kept finding excuses to visit my house. She claimed she wanted to strengthen our friendship, but she was actually trying to gather information about Myles and me. Watching Allison’s smile—seemingly caring but with ulterior motives—I suppressed my inner rage and deliberately put on a troubled expression, confiding in her: “Allison, you have no idea—Myles and I had a fight recently.” Allison’s eyes immediately lit up, and she eagerly asked, “How could that be? Haven’t you two always had such a good relationship? Why did you suddenly fight?” I let out a fake troubled sigh: “I don’t know what’s gotten into him these past few days—it’s like Myles has become a completely different person. He acts like he doesn’t even know me. Yesterday when we ran into each other on the road, he actually pretended not to see me! Don’t you think that’s too much? And just because we had a little argument, he said he wants to call off the engagement!” Hearing my complaint, Allison’s eyebrows lifted slightly. While she continued comforting me with her words, her eyes couldn’t hide her satisfaction. She said, “You’re just being too sensitive. Everyone in the village knows how good Myles is to you. I heard from people who came from the city that this is called pre-wedding anxiety. Don’t worry too much—you and Myles have such a good relationship, everything will be fine.” “I hope so,” I sighed with feigned worry. Seeing my dejected expression, Allison didn’t say much more. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she spoke up: “Actually, I came here today to tell you some good news.” “What good news?” I asked, feigning confusion while looking puzzled. “The good news is that I’m getting engaged tomorrow.” A smug smile spread across Allison’s lips. I asked in surprise, “You’re getting engaged? Who’s the guy? How come you haven’t mentioned anything about it?” She said, “You’ll find out tomorrow. I guarantee it’ll be a huge surprise.” Her words certainly piqued my curiosity. If I hadn’t already known who she was planning to steal, I probably would have foolishly congratulated her right then and there. As soon as Allison left, I spread the news about her engagement. How could I let her have tomorrow’s scene all to herself?

The next morning, as soon as I stepped into Allison’s house, I could hear the lively commotion coming from the courtyard. I pushed open the door and saw Allison dressed fashionably, wearing the latest designer watch on her wrist. She was radiant with joy, completely different from her usual dowdy appearance. Today was her engagement day, and all the neighbors who had any connection to Allison’s family had come to congratulate her. Everyone was curiously asking about her fiancé’s identity, but Allison just smiled mysteriously: “It’s nothing special. My fiancé is just like Nathalia’s fiancé—he’s also a regiment commander.” As soon as she said this, the entire crowd erupted in amazement. After all, in this era, for a woman to marry a regiment commander was truly an honor. “Oh my, the women in our village are so lucky—two girls marrying regiment commanders!” “Allison, where’s your fiancé? Everyone’s been waiting so long. Bring him out so we can all meet him!” Everyone craned their necks, curiously peering toward the house. But Allison remained silent, just staring intently at me. Only when everyone grew impatient did she slowly speak: “You don’t need to guess. My fiancé is Myles.” At these words, the crowd erupted again. After all, everyone knew Myles was my fiancé, but now he had suddenly become Allison’s fiancé. Just as everyone was confused, Allison spoke again: “Nathalia, I know you’ve always been jealous that my family background and education are better than yours, but you can’t destroy my relationship with Myles just because of jealousy. Everyone says you shouldn’t break up other people’s marriages, but how could you be so heartless as to seduce my fiancé out of jealousy?” The people present looked at each other in bewilderment, casting puzzled glances my way. “Didn’t they say Myles was going to get engaged to Nathalia? How is Allison now saying Myles is hers?” “Yeah, Myles and Nathalia have been together for several years.” Seeing everyone speaking up for me, Allison proudly raised her wrist, showing off that brand-new watch. She said: “See this? This watch is a gift Myles gave me. Let me tell you the truth—I knew Myles long before Nathalia did. She was jealous of me, so she deliberately seduced Myles and pretended to be with him. But a few days ago, Myles finally came to his senses. He realized I’m the one he truly loves, so he decided to break off his engagement with Nathalia and get engaged to me instead.” No wonder that watch had disappeared from my house—she had stolen it. I was about to speak when Allison glared at me fiercely: “Nathalia, I used to consider that you’re my cousin and didn’t want to expose you publicly. But now I have no choice but to tell the truth. You knew perfectly well that Myles and I are true love, yet you held onto him and wouldn’t let go. You did this knowingly.” As soon as she finished speaking, whispers began spreading through the crowd. “That watch isn’t cheap—only Myles in the whole village could afford one.” “Right, just a few days ago I heard Myles saying he wanted to buy a watch as a wedding gift.” With this “evidence,” many people’s attitudes toward me had already changed. “I never thought Nathalia was this kind of person—stealing even her cousin’s fiancé. How shameless!” “She usually seemed so well-behaved, but now she’s done something like this!” Just like in my previous life, Allison had turned public opinion around with just a few words. But no matter how carefully she calculated, she hadn’t counted on my rebirth. Watching her smug expression, I spoke calmly: “Your word alone doesn’t count. Why don’t we call Myles out for a face-to-face confrontation? Let’s see whether I’m the one destroying relationships or you’re the one making things up.” Allison snorted coldly: “The evidence is right here in front of everyone, and you still won’t admit it. You insist on having Myles come out before you’ll give up, is that it? I was trying to save you some face since you’re my cousin, but since you won’t admit it, I’ll have Myles come out and tell you himself.” “I’d welcome that,” I said firmly. Allison sneered: “In that case, I’ll grant your wish.” With that, she shouted toward the house: “Myles! Myles…” I looked at her with a worried expression: “Allison, are you sure you can get Myles to come out?” She shot me a cold glance and roughly shoved me aside: “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re just jealous that I found a good husband, so you’re deliberately stalling for time.” As she spoke, she continued shouting toward the house: “Myles, come out quickly! Today is our engagement day—we can’t afford any delays.” As her words faded, a portly figure wearing red flowers emerged from the house, chest puffed out with pride.

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