Author: Momo Chan

In my previous life, my boyfriend Allan Curtis’s friend Freya Murphy claimed to be blessed by divine protection and wanted to distribute sachets to ensure our team’s safety during the mountain climbing trip. I detected that the herbs in the sachets carried the scent that mountain wolves were most attracted to, so I immediately stepped forward to stop her, which saved our teammates from a wolf attack. However, Freya thought I was deliberately targeting her because I despised her sachets. As the team leader, she angrily broke away from the group in a fit of rage. We searched for her in the pouring rain. Someone broke their leg, someone got strangled by poisonous vines around their neck, and I got my shoulder cut open. It wasn’t until dawn that we found her body at the bottom of the valley. But Freya’s funeral became the place of my suffering. While everyone mourned her, their eyes unanimously glared at me with hatred. Allan was the first to attack, tearing off the bandage from his waist to reveal his still-unhealed wound. He said, “If you hadn’t stopped Freya from putting those sachets on us back then, none of this would have happened. How dare you show up at Freya’s funeral?” Everyone’s knife-like stares pierced through me. Suddenly someone shouted, “It’s all because of you that we ended up like this! Go die!” The next second, scalding hot water splashed toward me, and I was burned alive in that private room. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the mountain climb. ***** “I heard there might be wolf packs along this mountain trail, so I specially prepared little gifts for everyone.” Freya pulled out a large stack of exquisitely embroidered fabric pouches from her backpack, her face wearing a shy smile. “These are sachets I hand-stitched myself. With these, the wolf packs will stay far away from everyone, guaranteeing everyone’s safety.” Allan’s eyes lit up as he immediately picked up the conversation: “You guys might not know this, but Freya is a famous lucky charm. Last Christmas when our village had that big flood, her house was the only one that didn’t get damaged at all.” “Really?” someone in the group immediately exclaimed in amazement. “Of course it’s true.” Allan said with conviction, “Since childhood, wherever Freya is, things always go smoothly. These sachets she made will definitely bless us with safety.” Everyone cheered and scrambled to grab the sachets. “What’s inside these sachets?” a girl asked curiously. “It’s my special spice formula,” Freya explained gently. “I added herbs that ward off evil and disasters – all methods my grandmother taught me.” Allan proudly added, “Freya’s grandmother is the village’s famous witch. These are all real, effective secret recipes.” Everyone exclaimed in admiration again. Suddenly someone shoved me hard, and I stumbled, nearly falling. I turned around to see Allan’s disgusted expression. He said with disdain, “Lydia, what are you spacing out for? Come over here and help tie on the sachets.” I snapped back to reality, my fingertips trembling. I had actually been reborn! In my previous life, it was also on such a blindingly bright morning that Freya held those exquisitely embroidered sachets, smiling as gently as water. And I had exposed on the spot that those sachets contained herbs that attracted wolf packs, scaring everyone into throwing the sachets back at her. “Lydia, do you really enjoy targeting me this much?” Freya had glared at me with reddened eyes. After saying that, she turned and ran. By the time we found her, there was only a cold corpse at the bottom of the cliff. Ten days later at our group dinner, everyone bore more or less some scars left from the mountain climb. Allan said coldly, “If Freya’s sachets had been with us, we wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all.” Everyone looked in unison at me, who was completely unharmed, their eyes like poisoned daggers. I don’t know who made the first move, but in a fit of rage, someone splashed the hot pot oil from the table onto me. Someone said, “It’s all your fault! You were jealous of Allan and Freya’s good relationship, so you insisted on saying there was something wrong with Freya’s sachets. Not only did you cause us all these injuries, but you also got Freya killed!” Amid their curses, I died alive in that private room from severe burns. Recalling the tragedy of my previous life, I couldn’t help but shiver. Before I could fully come back to my senses, Allan had already roughly grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me over to help tie on the sachets. I reflexively struggled violently, trying to break free. Suddenly, my palm landed squarely across Allan’s face with a solid slap. The surroundings instantly fell silent. I steadied myself and sneered, “You’re so enthusiastic – why don’t you go help? Don’t even think about making me touch such cursed things.” Allan’s eyes widened as he grabbed my collar, “I’m having you distribute the sachets to let you absorb some good luck and save your life. Don’t be so ungrateful.”

I jerked away from Allan and sneered, “Keep that blessing for yourself—I don’t want it!” With that, I bent down to pick up my backpack that had fallen to the ground, ready to leave, but he grabbed me again. Allan said through gritted teeth, “You’re being way too petty. Do you really have to throw a tantrum right now? You’re completely wasting Freya’s good intentions.” Freya stepped forward at just the right moment, linking her arm intimately with mine. “Lydia, I know you have issues with me. But we’re in the middle of these deep mountains—if something happens to everyone without the sachets, I’d never forgive myself.” Someone in the group immediately chimed in: “Exactly! Stop being so unreasonable. We need to distribute the sachets and get moving.” Seeing my silence as I stared her down, Freya’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Since Lydia finds them so disgusting, I won’t let these crude, shoddy things offend everyone anymore. I guess we’re all on our own.” Freya’s words undoubtedly stirred up everyone’s emotions, and the people around me immediately shot me disapproving looks. “Lydia, if you don’t want to survive, fine, but why drag the rest of us down with you?” “Yeah, Lydia, how can you be so selfish? Freya’s always been helpful, and you say things like that—do you have no conscience?” They forced me to back up several steps until my back hit the cold, hard bark of a tree. Now they all believed that having Freya’s life-saving sachets would help them avoid wolf attacks, completely ignoring what ingredients might be in those sachets. I didn’t want to argue and said flatly, “I just refused to help distribute the sachets—I never stopped you from taking them. Whoever wants to help her can go ahead. Why are you trying to guilt-trip me?” I pointed at my backpack scattered on the ground. “But since you knocked my stuff over, you need to pick it up. Otherwise, if I’m missing anything, I’ll just sneak into your tents at midnight to steal it back. Then none of us will survive!” Everyone was startled by my sudden fierce attitude. They muttered under their breath, calling me crazy, but obediently crouched down to gather my scattered gear. I picked up my backpack and left the group. In my previous life, it was because I desperately tried to stop them that they finally threw away the sachets and safely avoided the wolf pack—only to kill me, their savior, in the end. This time, I wanted to see just how lucky these idiots would be surviving a wolf pack without my warnings. I’d barely walked any distance when a full-grown wolf suddenly burst out of the bushes. I couldn’t dodge in time, and its claws raked three bloody gashes across my arm. Acting on pure instinct and the experience I’d gained from years of mountain climbing, I quickly drew a knife from my waist and slashed the throat of the wolf as it prepared to pounce. Blood splattered everywhere. Something was wrong. I’d walked this path three times before and never encountered a wolf attack. A sense of dread washed over me. Ignoring the searing pain, I quickly bandaged my wound and immediately checked my backpack. Sure enough, I felt a hard object in the side pocket—that damned sachet! Furious, I turned around to confront them. The group was still resting in the same spot, and when they saw me return, they started making mocking comments again. “Well, well, Lydia, why are you back? Don’t tell me you got scared after walking just a little way?” “What do you think this is, a hotel? Coming and going as you please.” “Seriously, what’s with the attitude?” I ignored their chatter and walked straight to Freya, throwing the sachet right in her face. “What the hell did you stuff in my bag? I told you I didn’t want it.” Allan immediately pulled Freya protectively behind him. “Lydia, what’s gotten into you? Freya was worried about you traveling alone and specially—” “Specially? What a special gesture!” I thrust my injured arm in front of Allan. “This is her special kindness!” Allan froze for a moment, then exploded, “You left the group on your own and got hurt—how can you blame Freya for that?” Others joined in: “Exactly! You completely wasted Freya’s good intentions.” “You’re incompetent, got yourself hurt, and now you’re blaming Freya. How vicious.” I was about to lose my mind with rage and kicked Allan to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone quickly pulled me away. “Lydia, you’ve gone too far. Freya worked all night making these for us, even pricking her hands.” “And you still want to frame her? Allan was just speaking fairly, and you attacked him out of jealousy. How can someone be so heartless?” I realized that no matter what I said, these people would never take my side. Even with my bloody wounds right before their eyes, continuing to explain would just be a waste of breath. I looked at the sachets hanging from their bags, and my heart suddenly tightened. The sky had already darkened considerably. If I kept following them, I’d probably encounter the wolf pack attack too, and by then it would be too late to escape. Staying alive was what mattered most. I didn’t want to argue anymore and turned to leave. But Allan had somehow gotten to his feet and grabbed me by the collar. He said, “Lydia, you think you can just walk away after framing Freya?” I struggled desperately, trying to break free from his grip, but Allan was taller and stronger than me—a solid, muscular man—and I couldn’t get away. I gave up, saying quietly, “I already warned her this morning not to give me her sachet, but she did it anyway. I got seriously injured because of it. The fact that I’m not calling the police to pursue her for intentional harm is already giving her face.” Allan was furious: “Freya gave you the sachet out of kindness, and you’re framing her. Mountain climbing is tough enough without you bullying and provoking her repeatedly.” I suppressed my anger, not wanting to continue the argument. But Allan somehow produced a wooden stick from nowhere and pointed it at me. He said, “You’d better apologize to Freya right now, or when this stick comes down, you’ll face the consequences.” I looked at him in disbelief: “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize to her?” Allan’s expression grew even darker as he stepped closer: “If you don’t apologize to her, I won’t be so polite. You’d better think carefully about the consequences.” With daylight about to disappear completely, I was getting desperate. I could only swallow my grievances, look toward Freya, and reluctantly say, “I’m sorry.” Freya looked at me with a half-smile, her eyes full of mockery: “Your voice is so quiet, you must still be resentful. How about I apologize for you instead?” Allan quickly comforted her: “Freya, it’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize to someone so heartless.” He turned back to glare at me, saying viciously, “Apologize properly and kowtow to Freya for forgiveness.” I endured the humiliation and knelt down, staring hard at Freya: “I’m sorry, Freya. I was wrong. Please forgive me.” As soon as I finished speaking, distant wolf howls echoed faintly from the mountains. My heart rate spiked, and I just wanted to escape immediately. At that moment, Allan finally released my collar and said smugly, “If you dare do this again, I won’t let you off so easily.” I didn’t dare argue back. I grabbed my backpack and ran, following the route I remembered, climbing over mountains and ridges without daring to stop for a moment. Meanwhile, the ground began to tremble slightly. I knew the wolf pack had sharpened their claws and were racing toward the hiking team at full speed.

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After graduating high school, my parents Everett Welch and Maggie Welch abandoned me, Vivian Welch, and took their adopted daughter Camille Welch on a seaside vacation. Unfortunately, they encountered a typhoon, and all three perished. When the news reached me, I neither cried nor panicked. I quickly canceled their identity information, withdrew the death insurance I had purchased in advance, and successfully obtained a hundred million dollars in compensation. My fiancé Aiden Curtis cursed me out, saying I only cared about money. But he didn’t know—I had been reborn. In my previous life, the moment I learned of Everett’s, Maggie’s, and Camille’s deaths, I cried until I fainted multiple times. Not only did I voluntarily take on the massive debts they left behind, but I also gave up my chance to attend college, working multiple jobs to pay off their debts, all to keep the house that creditors were eyeing. During that time, Aiden stayed by my side, encouraging me and cheering me up when I returned from late-night delivery runs, yet he never actually spent a dime to help me. On Christmas when I was thirty-five, I had paid off all debts at the cost of destroying my health. I was completely exhausted, prematurely aged. On my birthday, I only bought myself a cheap little cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to light the candle, the door was pushed open. Everett, Maggie, and Camille, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in wearing haute couture suits and gowns, looking down at me with arrogant smiles. “You did well. Now we believe you’re not someone who only cares about money. You passed the test and are qualified to become the true eldest daughter of the Welch family.” “Camille, thank goodness you came up with such a brilliant idea.” Camille smiled faintly, approaching with poise and nobility, and gently blew out my candle with one breath. The only bit of light in my twenty Christmases was extinguished. The heart disease caused by years of overwork suddenly struck, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment when they were about to head to the seaside despite the typhoon. Without a word, I quietly purchased massive accidental death insurance policies for them. In this life, I only wanted them to disappear from this world completely. “Vivian, if you had been more ruthless back then, you could have convinced them to stay. Why wouldn’t you cut your wrists or go on a hunger strike to force them to stay?” “In the end, you’re just too selfish. You never truly considered your family’s safety. This mess is entirely your own doing!” Listening to Aiden’s scolding, I opened my eyes in the darkness. The day when Everett and Maggie would fake their deaths with Camille, forcing me to abandon my studies and shoulder massive debt, had finally arrived! The corners of my mouth lifted uncontrollably. Seeing me smile instead of cry, Aiden was momentarily stunned. “Are you scared senseless? Your parents are dead, how can you still smile!” Without even glancing at him, I rolled over and pulled out the massive commercial insurance policies I had purchased for the three of them yesterday from under my pillow, clutching them tightly to my chest as I laughed until tears came. In my previous life, Aiden had ranted and cursed at me just like this. He said that as Everett and Maggie’s daughter, I should have anticipated the risks and risked my life to stop them from taking Camille to the seaside. He also said I was too vicious, knowing that Camille’s grades weren’t as good as mine, yet I still fought tooth and nail to get high scores. If I had scored lower, Camille wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum, and Everett and Maggie wouldn’t have insisted on leaving me behind for her sake. In short, everything was my fault. I was only eighteen then, living in the ivory tower of campus life. His words filled me with such guilt that I resolutely gave up my studies and shouldered ten million dollars in debt. I sold breakfast at dawn, delivered food during the day, and drove a taxi at night. My skin peeled from sun exposure, my hair turned yellow from malnutrition, and my palms were covered with calluses from constant labor. I cried countless times in the dead of night from exhaustion, but I didn’t dare stop, afraid of ruining the Welch family’s honor, afraid of seeing Everett’s and Maggie’s disappointed faces when I met them in heaven after death. But I never imagined that this entire absurd situation was just a “test” they had set for me. I was sick of this game of competing with Camille for their favor. Since you insist on faking your deaths, this time, I’ll personally send you to hell.

Opening the insurance policy, my fingers trembled as I traced over that astronomical figure. I said, “Hello, my parents’ and sister’s deaths have made headlines across all major news outlets. The total compensation is one hundred million dollars. Please transfer it to my account as soon as possible.” Across the table, the insurance company president’s face turned ashen, breathing heavily in rapid gasps. He said indignantly, “Damn it, you got so lucky, girl. You bought the insurance one day and Mr. Welch actually died the next. What rotten luck for me!” Though he cursed under his breath, he knew I had spent a fortune consulting professionals before purchasing the insurance. This policy perfectly matched the way all three died—swept away by the typhoon—airtight without any loopholes, so the insurance company had to pay out. Soon enough, one hundred million dollars was actually deposited into my personal account. I silently counted that string of zeros, nearly moved to tears. In my previous life, to save money, I went hungry and cold every day. To save on utilities, I couldn’t bear to turn on lights at night and used public restrooms in shopping malls to wash up, enduring countless dirty looks. As the eldest daughter of the Welch family, I was hit by a car while delivering food. Without health insurance and too reluctant to go to the hospital, I could only buy a roll of tape from a roadside store, wrapping it around my torn wound and praying it would heal. The wound got infected, and until my death, I walked with a limp. Aiden seized the opportunity to call off our engagement, leaving me completely alone, yet I still felt guilty, thinking I had dragged him down. A tear fell onto my phone screen, and I couldn’t tell if it was from hatred or from relief. Sniffling, I strode out of the insurance company, only to run straight into Aiden, who had been following me. His eyes showed surprise as he stepped closer, reaching out to grab my phone. He said, “Vivian, your parents just died, and instead of arranging their funeral, you’re here at the insurance company. Don’t you have an ounce of conscience? I remember your parents never bought insurance from this company. Let me see how much they paid out.” I immediately turned off my phone screen, ducked into a taxi, and slammed the door shut. I said, “Hello, to the Civil Affairs Bureau, please.” The driver sped off, leaving Aiden behind. I walked upstairs with light steps, went straight to hand over all the documents, and said with tears in my eyes, “My parents and adopted sister have all passed away. I’m here to handle the paperwork.” The staff member immediately understood: “Oh, you’re from that family in the newspaper headlines these past few days, right? Oh my, poor child, you finally got into a good college and then this happens. Your parents really shouldn’t have done that, leaving behind such a wonderful child like you to rush into a typhoon with their adopted daughter. Weren’t they just gambling with their lives?” Her eyes full of pity, she muttered while quickly processing my paperwork. As all the information was entered into the system, Everett, Maggie, and Camille completely lost their legal identities in this world. I kept my head down, desperately trying to control the corners of my mouth from turning upward. Just as I received the certificate, a furious shout came from behind me: “Vivian, what are you doing?” Aiden stepped forward and snatched the certificate from my hands. After just one glance, he trembled with rage. He said, “Who gave you the nerve to file death certificates for them? How is Camille supposed to go to college now?”

The tears on my cheeks hadn’t dried yet when the staff member, who already sympathized with me for losing my parents, immediately stepped in front of me. She said, “What are you yelling about? Vivian’s parents and adopted sister all died in the natural disaster. She’s here to handle the death certificates, and she’s in more pain than anyone. As her friend, instead of comforting her, you dare to make a scene here. If you keep this up, we’ll have you escorted out immediately!” Aiden’s curses got stuck in his throat. His face turned red with anger as he pointed his finger straight at me: “I never thought you could be so cold-blooded and heartless. The funeral hasn’t even been held yet, and you’re already rushing to get death certificates. I was so wrong about you!” I leaned against the staff member and flashed Aiden a provocative smile: “So what are you going to do about it?” Aiden’s expression instantly froze, panic flashing across his face. He glared at me fiercely, then turned and hurried away, obviously going to make a phone call. I didn’t need to guess who he was calling—Camille. Camille was Everett and Maggie’s most beloved daughter, the one who took everything from me in my previous life. Too lazy to care about whatever they were plotting behind the scenes, I hummed a little tune as I contacted the funeral home, opened the doors of Welch Villa, and held a lively funeral without any bodies. Just as the funeral began, several burly men with tattooed arms and menacing expressions barged in. The leader grabbed me by the collar, lifted me up, glared at me viciously, and threw out a stack of IOUs. He said, “You’re lucky you didn’t die in that typhoon, but if you don’t pay back what the Welch family owes, you won’t be so lucky next time.” In my previous life, I was intimidated by these men, and with Aiden’s manipulation, I tearfully acknowledged this ten-million-dollar debt. But this time, I didn’t hesitate to bite down hard on the hand gripping my collar. I said, “This is my parents’ funeral. Please leave if you’re not involved. We can discuss business later.” The man yelped in pain from my bite, flew into a rage, and slapped me hard across the face. He roared, “You really are as shameless as Mr. Welch said. Look clearly—I’m your family’s creditor!” I covered my stinging cheek and glanced coolly at the IOU: “Ten million dollars? Do you think I’m an idiot?” Seeing my fearless attitude, their intimidating presence immediately weakened by half: “What do you mean? It’s written clearly on this IOU!” Indeed, the IOU had everything—date, amount, signatures, even Everett and Maggie’s handwritten signatures. But I simply refused to acknowledge it. I said, “If you can produce bank records showing ten million dollars in transactions, I’ll naturally pay up after reviewing them.” Hearing this, they gasped. Of course they couldn’t produce any records, because this IOU was completely fake. Everett and Maggie had already conspired with them to put on this act, planning to split the money fifty-fifty once it was paid! My hard-earned money from years of work had all turned into jewelry and handbags for Camille, becoming her bragging rights in overseas social circles. After a moment of silence, the leader spoke again: “What records? We gave them cash.” I laughed mockingly: “Really? Then please show me the withdrawal records for ten million dollars in cash. Don’t think I don’t know how much ten million dollars in cash weighs. Are you crazy, carrying that much money around to lend to people?” These men were instantly stumped. I coldly raised the corner of my mouth and gestured for them to leave. Just then, an angry roar came from the doorway: “Vivian, you unfilial daughter!” The person rushed over quickly, reaching me almost instantly, and delivered two harsh slaps that left blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I narrowed my eyes and looked coldly at the newcomer. The people who arrived were none other than my parents. I said, “Mom, Dad, I’m dealing with these opportunistic debt collectors here. Why are you angry? Wait, how are you still alive? Aiden personally brought back news of your deaths and published your obituaries through both newspapers and online channels. What’s going on here?” This barrage of questions left them frozen mid-swing, their raised hands suspended in the air. Everett stammered, “We… this…” “Vivian, shouldn’t you be happy that Mom and Dad are safe? Why are you interrogating them the moment you see them?” Camille gracefully stepped forward, her casual remark instantly getting them off the hook. Everett and Maggie quickly nodded in agreement. Everett said, “That’s right, we did encounter a typhoon. Fortunately, Camille kept her cool and saved us during the storm.” I remained silent, quietly observing the three of them. They truly were a family – even staging their own deaths to test me was orchestrated so meticulously. They lied without batting an eye, their expressions never changing. Maggie looked around and covered her nose in disgust. “Clean up all this mess right now, then apologize to Camille. This is absolutely revolting!” Everett also looked displeased. “Vivian, your behavior has disappointed us greatly. Go to the civil affairs bureau and restore our identities. How can I manage the company without proper identification?” Camille smiled as she helped them sit down, then turned to me. “Go on, Vivian. Are you unhappy that we’ve come back from the dead?” I stood my ground, motionless. “Sorry, but legally speaking, none of your three identities exist in the domestic system anymore. And Dad, you don’t need to worry about the company because after your ‘death,’ I became the primary heir and officially became the company’s new shareholder.” The moment I finished speaking, the entire memorial hall fell into deathly silence. Everett took a deep breath and clutched his chest. Maggie’s face contorted with rage, her eyes practically shooting flames, as if she wanted to tear me apart immediately. Camille let out a shriek and quickly pulled out some medication. She said, “Mom, Dad, are you okay? Vivian, you b*tch, are you that eager? Everything in the Welch family belongs to me. Once Dad recovers, you’ll have to give back everything!” I crossed my arms and stepped back, coldly watching this family of three. “We’ll see if you have what it takes.” With that, I felt incredibly satisfied and happily took a sip of water. I felt this water tasted much better than the tap water I’d drunk from scavenged bottles in my previous life. Watching Camille and Maggie frantically help Everett to his feet, I reminded them before leaving, “Remember to go to a clinic. Hospitals won’t be able to treat you without identity information in the system.” Camille cursed angrily several times. My mind was focused on the house, car, and shares I’d just inherited, thinking about quickly transferring the assets. I had just gone upstairs when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Aiden’s menacing face. The next second, everything went black! When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight. My head was splitting with pain. As I struggled to get up, I discovered my hands and feet were tightly bound! On the sofa not far away, four people were having a loud discussion, not noticing I had awakened. “Camille, your idea was brilliant – it immediately exposed Vivian’s true nature!” “How dare she covet my property – she’s dreaming! Camille, don’t worry, I’ll force her to sign and return everything to you!” “Mom, Dad, you’re so good to me, but even if I have everything, I still can’t compare to Vivian getting into a good university.” “Don’t worry, we’ve already decided. After we deal with Vivian, we’ll give you her identity. Then you’ll not only be able to attend a top university, but you’ll also rightfully become the biological daughter of the Welch family!” Endless despair spread through my heart. I didn’t dare make a sound and could only quietly twist my body, crawling toward the kitchen, hoping to find scissors to cut my restraints. Carelessly, I knocked over a vase at the corner, making a loud “thud.” Everett and Maggie immediately became alert and came looking with Camille. Everett said, “Vivian, you thought you were clever, trying to take over everything in the Welch family. Since you failed the test, don’t blame us for being ruthless.” With that, his fists and feet rained down like hail, while Maggie’s high heels kicked directly at my abdomen. I desperately turned my head away, and my ear immediately felt searing pain. Camille still wore that noble smile, looking down at my miserable state with satisfaction. “Vivian, you can only blame yourself for being too greedy.” She handed the boning knife in her hand to Everett. “Dad, you’re not in good health. Use this, and be careful not to hurt your hand.” Everett, burning with rage, took the knife and raised it high. Just then, there was suddenly a series of violent knocks at the door. “Excuse me, is this Vivian Welch’s residence?”

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I, Gardenia Wilson, had harbored a secret crush on Carlos Harper for ten years, and he had been fed up with me for just as long. Finally, one day, we slept together, and I left two hundred dollars behind. He was humiliated and furious, searching everywhere for me. But I had already vanished without a trace. I avoided him for three whole years until my father passed away, leaving me an orphan. Carlos’s parents told me, “From now on, our home is your home, and Carlos is your brother.” I looked at Carlos, whose face twisted with rage the moment he saw me, and called out sweetly, “Brother!”

On a scorching 104-degree day, my husband Finley Reed took our daughter Elise Reed on an outing to the countryside, where both died from heat stroke. Right after Finley’s funeral, Rafael Meyer, a creditor who had long lusted after me, came knocking at my door. Unable to repay the debt, I had no choice but to submit to Rafael to protect my family, becoming his secret mistress. Soon after, Rafael grew tired of me and threw me out like trash. Left with nothing, I wandered the streets, only to unexpectedly see Finley—who should have been dead for years—embracing his lover Lily Nelson. I rushed forward excitedly, desperate for answers, but was struck and killed by the drunk Finley’s car. As I lay dying, I heard Lily’s triumphant mockery: “How pathetic! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Finley took Elise on that fatal outing. ***** The phone rang shrilly. From the other end came the trembling voice of Finley’s friend Jared Miller: “Vivian, something terrible has happened! Finley and Elise have heat stroke—their condition is critical!” The exact same scenario as my previous life. Finley, who never particularly enjoyed caring for children, had suddenly seemed inspired that day, volunteering to take Elise to pick peaches at his friend’s Jared Family Farm. Despite my repeated warnings that the consecutive days of 104-degree heat made it unsuitable for outdoor activities, he wouldn’t listen, assuring me nothing would go wrong. Helplessly watching Elise’s excitement, I had no choice but to agree. But before lunchtime even arrived, I received this devastating call. When I reached the scene, Jared told me Elise had been rushed to the hospital, while Finley… I could only see from a distance a figure lying quietly there, covered with a white sheet. As I tried to approach, Jared stopped me, saying Finley’s body was too horrific to look at and he feared it would traumatize me. Later, they told me Elise couldn’t be saved and had passed away. I was devastated and fainted on the spot. When I came to, Finley’s mother Fiona Reed told me she had already handled their funeral arrangements. She held me as we both wept, saying that from now on I would be the pillar of the family and must never collapse. I was moved by Fiona’s thoughtfulness. However, right after Finley’s funeral, the debt collector Rafael couldn’t wait to show up at my door. I had no idea when Finley had accumulated such massive debts, and his accounts were already completely empty. When I tried to sell our house and car to pay the debts, the bank informed me they had long been mortgaged by Finley and would soon be repossessed. Rafael leered at me: “Vivian, you’re all alone now, so I won’t make things too hard for you. If you can’t pay back the money, use yourself to settle the debt. But if you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me for doing something to Fiona!” To protect Fiona’s safety, I had no choice but to submit to him in desperation. Later, as depression took its toll and I grew increasingly haggard, Rafael became more and more displeased with me. He finally turned on me and threw me out. With nothing left, I could only wander the streets. One night, I saw Finley—who should have been dead for years—laughing and chatting as he got into a luxury car with the jewel-adorned Lily. Shocked beyond belief, I hurried after them, desperate for answers. Finley’s face darkened as he cursed me for being a vengeful spirit that wouldn’t leave him alone. Emboldened by alcohol, he floored the gas pedal and ran me down. As I lay dying, I saw Lily sneer: “How pathetic you are! Your husband is mine now, your daughter has been sold, and your death is probably a relief!” ***** After being deceived for nearly ten years, I finally realized it had all been a premeditated murder! Hearing Jared’s familiar phone call again, I smiled coldly to myself. In this life, I will make him pay with his life for what he did to Elise and me!

“Vivian? Are you listening? If you come now, you might still be able to see Finley one last time.” Seeing that I hadn’t responded for a while, Jared asked tentatively again. “Okay, I’m coming right now.” I put on a devastated expression, gave a few perfunctory responses, and hung up the phone. There was no time to hesitate. I checked my phone. Elise’s smartwatch was still on, and the GPS showed she was near Jared Family Farm and moving at high speed. I immediately called 911. “I suspect someone is trying to kidnap my daughter, Elise Reed. She was most likely taken from Jared Family Farm in the western suburbs. Please help intercept them.” The operator became alert immediately and asked for some personal information about Elise and me. She told me that nearby patrol cars had already been dispatched. Thinking of poor Elise, my heart couldn’t help but ache violently again. I never would have imagined that her biological father and grandmother would sell her for money. This time, I would do everything in my power to save her! I had no time to wallow in grief. I immediately requested leave from work and drove to Jared Family Farm. ***** “Jared, where’s my daughter?” I asked urgently as soon as I saw him. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a pained expression, “Vivian, don’t panic. Elise has been taken to the hospital. As for Finley, he’s already gone. I left him here, thinking you’d want to see him one last time.” Following the direction of his finger, I saw a person lying quietly in the small courtyard. With the consecutive days of 104-degree Fahrenheit heat, and Jared Family Farm being mostly low walls and small courtyards with hardly any shade, Finley had really risked his life to deceive me. It was high noon, and the scorching ground could probably cook an egg. I asked, “Are you sure he’s dead?” “When the doctor came to pick up Elise, he checked on Finley too and confirmed he was dead. We’re just waiting for the death certificate.” Jared made up lies as he spoke, but his eyes kept watching my every move. “Just take a quick look at Finley from a distance. Don’t get too close—it’s really disturbing, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.” Sure enough, exactly like in my previous life, Jared only let me take a quick glance before hurriedly blocking me, afraid I might actually examine Finley’s “corpse.” But this time, I was no longer that grief-stricken, powerless woman. I suddenly pushed Jared aside and rushed to Finley’s “corpse” in a few steps. I’d been practicing boxing and had strong arms. This push caught the frail Jared off guard for a moment, then he panicked and rushed over to pull me back. I immediately pulled out a fruit knife I’d prepared from my bag. I shouted loudly, “Is there something fishy about Finley’s death? Otherwise, why would you stop me from getting close to his body?” Jared clearly hadn’t expected this reaction from me and was so frightened that he immediately stopped in his tracks. He stammered, “Vivian, calm down! Finley and I have been friends for years—how could I possibly harm him?” I asked, “Then why didn’t you take him to the hospital, and why won’t you let me near his body?” I sneered coldly, putting on an act of being driven mad by grief, standing guard by Finley’s body and not letting Jared approach. At the same time, I gently lifted a corner of the white sheet with my other hand. Finley’s eyes were tightly closed, motionless, but his face was covered in sweat. After confirming it was really him, I felt slightly relieved and thoughtfully covered him back up with the sheet. While pretending to cry in anguish, I waved the knife and shouted, “I’ve already called the police! Until the police and relevant personnel arrive, I won’t allow anyone to get near Finley!”

This 104-degree weather was absolutely sweltering. After standing outside for just a while, I was already struggling with the heat. But compared to me, Finley lying on the scorching ground covered with a white cloth was obviously having a much harder time. Jared said anxiously, “Vivian, this weather is just too hot. Don’t get heatstroke. Come inside and sit down, I’ll get you some water.” He kept wiping sweat, his brow furrowed, his eyes occasionally glancing at Finley on the ground, looking like he was about to cry from distress. I said, “No need, I brought my own water.” While staying alert, I pulled out my own ice water from my bag and took a couple of gulps. I was afraid Jared might drug the water. I wouldn’t dare consume anything from this place. I could feel Finley beside me move slightly—he was probably struggling with the high temperature of the ground. But he didn’t dare make any sudden moves. If he exposed himself now, all his subsequent plans would fall apart, and even the matter of kidnapping Elise couldn’t be resolved. Finley wanted to play dead? Then I’d let him die completely! Jared said, “I swear on my life! I’m just a small shop owner running a family farm—how could I possibly harm anyone? In this hot weather, Finley just unfortunately got heat stroke.” I sneered, “You know it’s hot? Then why did you let him take the child to pick peaches? You’re the owner—when customers get hurt, you’re responsible.” I gripped the knife in my hand tightly, continuing to press the issue relentlessly. Jared was both anxious and hot, his clothes already soaked with sweat. Seeing my firm attitude, he finally dropped his facade and began threatening me: “Vivian, I advise you to stop making trouble! I was able to get this land to open this family farm because I have some connections. If you don’t back down, watch out—I’ll make you pay.” In my previous life, Rafael’s threats were far more terrifying than this. This Jared in front of me really couldn’t scare me. “Where’s the deceased? Let me see him right now!” Just as we were at a standstill, an urgent female voice suddenly came from the courtyard gate. My expression changed instantly. I knew this voice all too well. It was Lily, the one who had mocked me coldly even as I was dying. She was wearing a white coat, carrying a medical bag as she hurried in. I looked carefully—it was definitely her. But she looked much younger now. It seemed Finley hadn’t met her later on—she had been part of all this from the beginning. She frowned and scolded me: “Are you a family member? Move aside right now. If you keep making trouble like this, your husband really will be beyond help.” It looked like Jared couldn’t handle me, so he called her to pose as a doctor. I sneered coldly, still pointing the knife at her: “Didn’t a doctor already come? I think you’re all in this together, trying to destroy the scene and cover up evidence.” Seeing that I still wouldn’t leave Finley’s side, Jared and Lily exchanged glances. I immediately became alert. Lily suddenly opened her medical bag and pulled out a gun-like device. I recognized it—that was a veterinary tranquilizer gun! Jared’s family farm often had wild animals, and I’d heard wild boars had even broken in before. This tranquilizer gun must be what he prepared to defend against wild beasts. It seemed Lily had come prepared. She said, “Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me!” With that, she aimed the tranquilizer gun at me and fired a dart. But this little move was nothing to someone like me who regularly practiced boxing. I dodged to the side, and the dart flew past me, hitting Finley lying on the ground instead. I seemed to hear Finley let out an extremely faint groan. “Finley!” Lily cried out, her face instantly turning pale. “See! You do know each other! And you lied about being a doctor. I think you’re all conspiring together to commit murder for money!” I shouted while holding Finley, taking the opportunity to push the tranquilizer dart deeper. “They’re here!” Suddenly, Jared, who had been standing nearby, brightened up and rushed to the door to help someone in. “Where’s my poor son? Let me see him!” Fiona shouted.

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On my fourth birthday with Nigel, I received two envelopes. One was his wedding invitation, and the other was my cancer diagnosis notification. I sat on the floor in silence for a long time, the two pieces of paper placed on my left and right, like two diverging paths, both leading to death.

In the second Christmas after marrying Kaleb Burton, I, Adelyn Larson, wanted a child. Kaleb agreed with a smile. But despite taking countless medications and seeing countless doctors, I still couldn’t get pregnant. Just when I decided to try IVF, I accidentally overheard him on the phone with another woman. He said, “She’ll never be able to get pregnant, don’t worry. In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” That’s when I discovered that my daily milk had been laced with birth control pills. He married me solely to get his hands on the Larson family wealth. Since he didn’t want this child, I didn’t want him either. With tears in my eyes, I dialed home: “Mom, Dad, I agree to the arranged marriage.” ***** The moment my parents heard me say “I agree to the arranged marriage,” their first reaction was that I’d been wronged. My father, Thomas Larson, immediately exploded on the other end of the line: “Adelyn, did Kaleb hurt you? I’m coming over right now to kill him!” I laughed and interrupted him: “Dad, I can handle my own affairs. Just help me arrange the blind date.” As soon as I hung up, Kaleb walked in carrying a glass of milk: “Honey, who were you talking to so early in the morning?” He handed me the milk as he spoke. I took it but simply set it on the table. Seeing I didn’t drink it, Kaleb forced a smile: “Why aren’t you drinking your milk? Isn’t this your favorite?” I watched the flash of panic in his eyes and said softly, “My stomach’s a bit upset today. I don’t feel like eating anything.” Kaleb seemed slightly nervous but quickly relaxed, his face full of concern: “I see. I’ll take you to the hospital after work then.” Looking at the “worried” expression on his face, my mind flashed back to that night when I heard his gentle voice coaxing another woman. “Don’t worry, she’ll never be able to get pregnant.” “In a while, I’ll suggest we adopt a child, and then our child will be the sole heir to the Larson family fortune.” Back then, I was still taking bitter, astringent medications trying to conceive, while he already had his child. At this thought, I fought back my nausea and shook my head: “No need. It’s just an old problem. I can go myself. You should get to work so you won’t be late.” Reminded by me, he finally snapped back to reality, quickly grabbed his coat, and left. After Kaleb left, I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time. I’d always thought we were in love, never imagining it was all an elaborate deception orchestrated by Kaleb. He accompanied me to concerts he had no interest in, went shopping with me, and tirelessly cooked various delicious meals for me every day. I once thought that was love. Now I understand he only loved my family’s wealth. The thought made me sick. What’s even more despicable is that he not only perfectly deceived me but also had a child with another woman behind my back. Perhaps while I was suffering trying to get pregnant, he was already by another woman’s side, caring for their child. He knew exactly how much I wanted a child of our own. I contacted a private investigator and arranged for 24-hour surveillance of Kaleb. I had to know who this woman and child were that he was hiding on the side. That night, when Kaleb wanted to be intimate, I instinctively felt disgusted and pushed him away. I said, “I’m not feeling well today.” In the past, every time we were intimate, Kaleb would use “having a child” as an excuse. And I would always compromise and accommodate for the sake of having a child. But now, I only felt sick and disgusted. Kaleb hugged me from behind: “Adelyn, our child will definitely be as beautiful as you.” I faced away from him, saying nothing. Thinking I was asleep, Kaleb carefully got out of bed, picked up his phone, and quietly left the room. Soon after, I heard the study door close. I stood barefoot at the door, listening to the sounds inside. Kaleb was making a phone call. After the call connected, the other person said something that made him laugh happily: “I’ll come over to be with you both once I’m done here. Sweetheart, you and our child are the only ones I love.” After he hung up, I quickly ran back to the bedroom and pulled the covers over myself. Soon, Kaleb returned. He carefully slipped under the covers and lay down beside me.

The private investigator was incredibly efficient—within just two days, he had tracked down Kaleb’s wife and child on the side. He even thoroughly investigated the doctors who had been treating me. Without exception, they had all accepted bribes from Kaleb, helping him forge medical records to deceive me. And those medications I’d been taking? They were nothing more than ordinary vitamins. When all the evidence and photographs were laid out before me, I finally gave up hope completely. Their child was already over a year old. In the photo, Kaleb stood in the middle with another woman, holding their child’s hands. He was beaming with joy, gazing at the child with such tenderness—a gentleness I had never seen from him. I had always thought he was naturally cold, never imagining he had this side to him. I quietly put away the photos, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day, Kaleb said he wanted to take me to the hospital for another check-up. He said, “Adelyn, if there’s still no progress this time, should we try a different hospital?” On the surface, he appeared deeply concerned about me, but I knew that doctor had been bought off by him too. His suggestion to switch hospitals was just another ploy to dispel my doubts and make me more convinced that I couldn’t conceive. I didn’t expose his performance—I simply went to the hospital with him calmly. The doctor’s spiel was identical to before: “Ms. Larson, you need to maintain a positive mindset and not be too anxious.” I was sick of hearing these words. In the past, I would have been consumed with anxiety. But now, I just nodded and sighed softly, “Maybe I’m destined never to have children.” Kaleb immediately comforted me and picked up another batch of useless medication. As soon as we stepped out of the hospital, Kaleb’s phone rang. The caller ID read “Customer.” He answered the call, his expression instantly tense: “Adelyn, there’s an urgent matter with a client. You head home first—I’ll come back to keep you company once I’m done.” With that, he hurried away. But I heard the voice on the other end—it was a woman’s. She said, “Kaleb! Our child is sick. You need to come check on him right away.” Watching his retreating figure, I found it almost laughable. Running back and forth between two lives—he must be exhausted. But that was fine. Soon he wouldn’t have to work so hard anymore. I had already drafted the divorce papers and was just waiting to gather a bit more evidence before he could get the hell out of my life for good. Kaleb didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he had to work late and wouldn’t be back tonight. Then he reminded me to eat well, take my medication on time, not to wait up for him, and that he’d bring me donuts. Looking at these cookie-cutter words of concern, I wondered if he just copy-pasted them. Of course I didn’t take the medication—I threw it straight into the trash. As for waiting for him? Impossible. I had more important things to do—continuing to collect evidence of his affair. Kaleb didn’t return home until noon the next day. He wearily loosened his tie and collapsed on the couch. The donuts he’d brought me sat on the table. I remembered when we first got together that winter—I had become obsessed with donuts, and Kaleb ran all over the city to buy them for me. Back then, holding donuts in his hands, he’d look at me with such adoration: “Adelyn, look, I bought from so many different places. Try them all and tell me which one you like—I’ll only buy from that shop from now on.” That day I tasted donuts from all over the city and randomly picked one shop. From then on, the donuts I received only came from that place in the south part of town. Kaleb thought I was just picky about taste, but in reality, that shop was closest to his office. I had only chosen it to save him from running around so much. I never realized that even back then, Kaleb was already cheating. Looking at the donuts on the table, I asked him casually, “Kaleb, why do you smell like baby formula?” He froze for a moment, panic flashing across his face: “Huh? I don’t think I do?” I pretended to be upset, and he immediately came over to placate me: “Oh, my client’s son was sick. I saw she was struggling to handle the child alone, and since I was there, I went to the hospital with her. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d overthink it. I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please don’t be mad, okay?” As he spoke, he moved to embrace me. I frowned and pushed him away: “Fine, I’m not mad anymore. Just go take a shower—you stink.” Seeing that I had let my guard down, Kaleb happily went to shower. While he was in the bathroom, I grabbed his phone. After failing to unlock it twice, I tried the child’s birthday on the third attempt—and it worked. Clearly, this child meant everything to him. I opened WhatsApp and carefully searched for any traces of evidence. Finally, I found the chat history between Kaleb and his mistress, Winona Collins, in a conversation labeled “Customer.” I quickly took photos to save the evidence, then exited the app. After Kaleb finished his shower, a WhatsApp message popped up from Customer: [The baby is crying for you. Can you come spend some time with him?] Kaleb opened WhatsApp behind my back and replied: [On my way.] Then he grabbed his clothes and headed for the door. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to say, “Honey, something came up with a client. I’ve got to go.” He had no idea I’d seen that message as he rushed out. I watched his retreating figure, placed the divorce papers I’d already prepared on the table, packed my bags, and went back to my parents’ house. I was curious to see what Kaleb’s reaction would be when he found those divorce papers.

As soon as I got home, my parents pulled me into their arms with heartbroken expressions, constantly murmuring “my poor daughter.” When they learned about Kaleb’s affair, they were furious, threatening to break his legs. I quickly reassured them: “Mom, Dad, I can handle this myself.” Only after I repeatedly promised them did they decide not to interfere. The next day after I got home, Kaleb showed up at our door as expected. Clutching the divorce papers, he put on a heartbroken act and begged me to stay: “Adelyn, if I did something wrong, you can hit me or yell at me—anything—just please don’t divorce me, okay?” I watched his performance coldly, then told Winona that Kaleb had come by. Winona immediately rushed over with her child, claiming the child wasn’t Kaleb’s and that they were just ordinary friends, terrified that Kaleb and I might divorce. Watching their masterful acting, I couldn’t help but applaud: “Alright then, I guess I misunderstood you two.” I lowered my head and gently touched my belly, “I don’t want my baby to be born without a father’s love either.” Upon hearing this, Winona’s face instantly changed, turning pale as paper, her lips trembling: “What? You’re pregnant? How is that possible?” I silently enjoyed her expression and asked with feigned confusion: “Ms. Collins, why do you seem so shocked to hear I’m pregnant? Don’t you want me to be pregnant?” Kaleb quickly jumped in to help: “No, she’s just so happy that she needs a moment to process it.” Then he shot Winona a slightly disapproving look, “Look at you, what if you scare Adelyn?” Then he turned to me with an incredulous expression: “When did you get pregnant? How come I didn’t know?” I looked at Kaleb shyly: “That night when you said you missed me.” Upon hearing this, Kaleb’s face turned even paler. He had been drunk that night and couldn’t remember what happened, only that he was called away by Winona’s phone call the next morning before he could even prepare milk. “Could it have been that night…” Kaleb mumbled, then looked at my belly in disbelief, “Then you’ve been pregnant for two weeks already. No wonder you said your stomach felt uncomfortable—that explains it. But why didn’t the examination detect it last time?” I gave him a reproachful look: “The baby is so tiny, and we didn’t do a gynecological exam. It’s perfectly normal that the doctor didn’t notice.” I handed Kaleb the forged prenatal report, “Look, here’s the prenatal report.” If he could bribe doctors to deceive me, I could naturally bribe doctors to deceive him too. Kaleb seemed convinced by my explanation and looked at my belly with pure joy: “We’re having a baby! Adelyn, we’re having a baby!” Meanwhile, Winona’s expression wasn’t nearly as pleasant. If I was truly pregnant, her child would never be able to become the heir to the Larson family fortune and would remain nothing but an illegitimate child living in the shadows. Winona gritted her teeth secretly—she absolutely couldn’t let this happen! I watched Winona’s darkening expression and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t believe she would give up so easily. It would be best if they started fighting over this—the more vicious their fights, the better it would be for me. Sure enough, after my pregnancy, Kaleb and Winona began arguing frequently. Initially, Kaleb still tried to appease Winona, but she had completely lost her sense of security and could only prove Kaleb’s love by constantly stirring up trouble. Over time, Kaleb grew tired of it and became increasingly impatient with her, which only intensified Winona’s sense of crisis. She even managed to add me on social media and sent me ambiguous, suggestive messages. I ignored them all. Thinking I didn’t believe her, she actually sent me numerous intimate photos of them together, even videos. I took screenshots of everything and told her I didn’t believe it. “Videos can be faked. Unless you can prove the child is Kaleb’s, I won’t believe you.” Seeing my firm disbelief, Winona began arranging for a paternity test. Little did she know, this was exactly what I wanted. Poor Kaleb, playing the perfect husband in front of me every day, yet unable to let go of Winona and the child—he was even plotting to kill me. I quietly watched as these two handed me the evidence on a silver platter, curious to see their expressions when they learned the truth. Within a few days, Winona strutted to my door with the paternity test results. She smugly displayed the report: “See that? John is Kaleb’s biological son. You didn’t actually think he loved you, did you? Let me tell you, we’ve been together all along.” I feigned disbelief and snatched the report: “Impossible! How could Kaleb betray me? This has to be fake, right?” Seeing my reaction, Winona became even more smug: “You know what you don’t know? The reason you never got pregnant before was because Kaleb was putting birth control pills in your milk! Did you really think he cared about you? Idiot!” I clutched my stomach, pretending her words made me sick: “My stomach… it hurts so much…” Winona said, “Yes, exactly like that. Once your baby is gone, my child will be Kaleb’s only child. Everything in the Larson family will belong to John!” Before she could finish, I called security. Winona thought I was actually having a miscarriage—she had no idea I called security because I couldn’t keep up the act any longer, afraid I’d burst out laughing. There really are women this stupid in the world. I saved the recording and video, then handed them over to my lawyer. Right after Winona left, Kaleb rushed home in a panic. The moment he walked in, he looked at me with nervous concern: “Adelyn, are you okay? Did that crazy woman Winona say anything ridiculous?” Seeing his panic, I sneered inwardly. So he could feel guilty after all. I deliberately asked, “Kaleb, Winona said her child is yours. Is that true?” The moment I finished speaking, Kaleb’s face went pale with panic. I looked at him, feigning hurt and surprise: “What Winona said is true?” Kaleb quickly raised his voice, his neck stiff with denial: “How could that be possible? How could that child be mine!” Then he grabbed me tightly: “Adelyn, Winona is just a crazy woman. I only helped her a few times, and now she’s claiming her child is mine. She’s lost her mind. Adelyn, you absolutely cannot believe her. If she dares spout nonsense in front of you again, just have the butler and security throw her out, understand?” I quickly nodded to reassure him, saying I understood and would never believe Winona’s attempts to drive a wedge between us. Kaleb let out a long sigh of relief: “Good, as long as you didn’t believe her.”

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With just one month left until my wedding, I, Emma Wilson, began questioning whether this wedding should even happen. The reason was simple—my fiancé Aaron Gibson insisted on having a child with Jane Gardner, the widow of his best friend Caleb Gardner. Aaron told me, “Caleb was my best friend. He passed away suddenly, leaving Jane all alone. She’s attempted suicide multiple times. If she had a child to keep her company, it might help her get through this difficult time.” I couldn’t understand it at all. I asked Aaron, “If she wants a child, she could choose adoption, remarry, or even go to a sperm bank. Why does she have to have a child with you specifically?” Aaron replied, “Caleb entrusted Jane to my care before he died. Besides, Jane has no other family in New York. Who else can she turn to besides me?” “But don’t you think this is completely absurd?” I couldn’t help but question. However, Aaron responded dismissively, “It’s just IVF—nothing’s actually going to happen. I’m still going to marry you.” We’d known each other for fifteen years and been together for thirteen. I’d finally reached the day when I could marry him. I never expected fate to play such a cruel joke on me at this moment. I asked Aaron, “So what will this child call you in the future? Dad?” A flash of discomfort crossed Aaron’s face, his tone becoming slightly irritated. “Whatever he wants to call me—I don’t care.” There was no way I could agree to this. Because of this, Aaron had been arguing with me for months. Aaron continued, “Think it over again. Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately, and I’m worried she might do something extreme again. I need to go take care of her for the next few days, but I’ll be back for the wedding.” With that, he turned and left. He dragged two enormous suitcases behind him, packed with clothes and daily necessities. I stood in our empty wedding suite, looking at the decorations, my heart filled with irony. The phone rang—it was the bridal shop calling. I answered. The staff member asked, “Hello, Ms. Wilson. The wedding dress and suits have arrived. When would you and Mr. Gibson be available to come in for fittings?” So I called Aaron. He picked up quickly. “Have you come to your senses?” At the same time, I could hear a woman’s voice faintly in the background, sultry and coquettish: “Who is it?” I recognized that voice. That’s right—it was Caleb’s widow, Jane. Aaron said, “Nobody.” Jane said, “The movie just got to the good part. Who calls at a time like this? Such a buzzkill.” I spoke with forced calm, “Didn’t you say Jane was heartbroken and might commit suicide at any moment? How does she have the mood to watch movies with you?” Aaron was clearly annoyed. “I’m just taking Jane out to clear her head. How can she move on from Caleb’s death if she stays cooped up at home all the time?” What a noble excuse—just as ridiculous as his insistence on having a child with Jane. I said, “Fine, you two keep watching your movie. I’m hanging up.” Aaron was baffled. “Emma, what’s wrong with you? You call me just to say nothing and give me attitude?” I asked directly, “Aaron, do you actually plan to go through with this wedding or not?” Aaron said firmly, “Whether we get married or not won’t change the fact that I’m having a child with Jane. This is my responsibility to Caleb, and I have to fulfill it.” I replied, “Fine.” Aaron asked, “You’re agreeing?” I said, “Yes.” Aaron’s mood clearly improved. “That’s more like it. Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time for the wedding…” Before he could finish, I hung up decisively. Since getting married or not wouldn’t change his decision to have a child with Jane, I decided to make things fair. The wedding would proceed as planned, but I’d be getting a different groom.

I posted on Instagram: [Looking for a marriage partner, please introduce me to reliable single men.] Soon, the comment section was flooded with curious netizens. Some asked if Aaron and I had fought, advising me that men being unfaithful is normal and I shouldn’t take it too seriously, or I’d lose such a good partner. Others questioned whether what I was doing was fair to Aaron. I just laughed when I saw those comments. I chose Aaron when he had nothing, stayed with him through his startup journey, and weathered all the hardships together. I can proudly say I’ve been absolutely fair to him! It was Aaron who made unreasonable demands first, treating our relationship of over ten years like it meant nothing. I felt it was time to let go completely and start fresh. My phone buzzed, and I thought it was another one of Aaron’s friends coming to criticize me. But I never expected it to be a private message from my boss. This person I had saved as “Evil Capitalist” was none other than my boss, Marcus Stephens. Evil Capitalist: [You’re looking for someone to marry?] Evil Capitalist: [Then let it be me.] I was stunned, regretting that I’d forgotten to block him. Evil Capitalist: [When should we get married?] Clutching my phone, I nervously replied: [In a month?] Evil Capitalist: [Fine.] Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, are you serious?] Evil Capitalist: [Or we could register for marriage right now? Wait for me, I’ll pick you up in half an hour.] I quickly stopped him. Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, I still have some things to handle. Let’s register for marriage in a month. You can also think it over.] Evil Capitalist: [No need to think. In a month, we’ll get married directly.] I stared at Marcus’s messages, unable to process what was happening. The sound of keys unlocking came from the front door. Aaron came in, looking upset. “Emma, let’s cancel our wedding for now. Jane’s condition still isn’t great, and I don’t want to have a wedding celebration right now—it might upset her.” I nodded calmly. “Okay.” Aaron seemed somewhat surprised. “You’re not angry?” I asked, “Why would I be angry?” Aaron said, “After all, we’ve been dating for over ten years.” I sneered inwardly. Yes, we’ve been dating for over ten years, and the result is you casually canceling our wedding for some unrelated person named Jane. Over these ten years, he seemed to have gotten used to making all the decisions himself. Whenever he made a choice, I could only comply, only obey, never argue back. I didn’t want to fight with him, so for matters that didn’t involve principles, I was always the one backing down. But this time, I didn’t want to give in anymore. I asked, “Is she feeling better?” Aaron said, “She still needs someone to keep her company. When she’s alone, she tends to overthink. We really need to have a child as soon as possible.” I said, “Then you should spend more time with her lately.” Aaron smiled and praised me, “Looks like this fight was effective after all—you’ve become more understanding.” I wasn’t more understanding. I had become clear-headed. Suddenly, Aaron’s phone rang. I was somewhat surprised—given Aaron’s personality, he would never use that kind of ringtone. He answered, his voice tender in a way I’d never heard before. “Jane?” So it was a special ringtone he’d set for Jane. Aaron’s expression grew serious. “What? Okay, I’ll bring it over right now.” He hung up and immediately stood to grab his car keys, rushing to leave. Only when he reached the door did he remember to say something to me. “Jane left some clothes in my car. I’m going to take them to her.” I asked, “What clothes?” Aaron’s expression suddenly became strange, and he stammered, “Just some regular clothes. Anyway, I have to go now.” This weekend was our homeroom teacher Joanna Geller’s birthday. Early in the morning, I received a call from our class president Taylor Holmes. “Come with Aaron.” When I arrived, the private room was already filled with quite a few classmates, but Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Taylor glanced behind me and asked, “Where’s your husband? Parking the car?” I shook my head and replied calmly, “He’s not my husband yet.” Taylor laughed and teased, “He’s not now, but he will be in a month, right? You two have been together for so many years—it wasn’t easy! You’re getting married soon, so stop fighting and cherish each other.” Joanna still wore that gentle smile of hers, though time had been unkind, adding streaks of gray to her hair. She smiled and said, “That’s right, Emma. I’ve watched you two grow together all these years. I heard you’ve been having some trouble lately over Jane? I think you might be misunderstanding the situation. Aaron and Caleb were always close friends. After Caleb passed away, Aaron is just helping take care of Jane as a friend. You need to trust the feelings you’ve built over all these years.” Joanna had always been kind and caring, and she genuinely liked me. However, times had changed. Teachers could impart knowledge, but they couldn’t teach me how to navigate marriage. I said, “Mrs. Geller, I know what I need to do.” Joanna thought I’d been convinced and looked even more pleased. “You’ve always been a smart girl. I knew you’d understand.” Just as she finished speaking, Aaron pushed through the door. “Mrs. Geller, happy birthday.” Joanna beamed with joy. “Thank you! You and Emma are getting married soon too. Congratulations to both of you!” However, the next second, my smile froze on my face. Jane followed right behind him, wearing Aaron’s jacket and holding onto his arm. She smiled as she handed her gift to Joanna. “Mrs. Geller, hello, I’m Jane Gardner. I’m so sorry we’re late. We should have been here earlier, but it’s my fault—I suddenly got my period, and Aaron had to go buy me some pads, which delayed us.” Her intimate tone said everything. Taylor was stunned. He patted Aaron’s shoulder and whispered a reminder, “Emma’s right here. Why did you bring her too?” Aaron replied matter-of-factly, “Jane’s been in a really bad emotional state lately. I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone.” Taylor asked, “Then what about Emma?” Aaron glanced at me with an indifferent tone. “It’s fine, don’t worry about her.” He then thoughtfully helped Jane sit down on the sofa and placed various fruits and snacks in front of her. “Don’t be nervous. Everyone here today is my friend, and they’ll all take care of you.” Jane obediently leaned against his shoulder and said coquettishly, “Mm-hmm, I only feel safe when you’re here.” Everyone at Joanna’s birthday party was a classmate. Everyone knew Aaron and I were a couple. Faced with this scene, everyone seemed at a loss. Especially Taylor, who had been hoping to help Aaron and me reconcile. I knew Taylor was a good-hearted person, but right now, even his good intentions seemed to have nowhere to go. Joanna’s birthday party passed in this awkward atmosphere. When it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—everyone except Aaron and Jane. As Aaron walked past me holding Jane’s hand, he coldly dropped a line: “I need to take Jane home. I probably won’t be back tonight, so take a cab home yourself.” Jane, however, playfully swatted at Aaron with feigned reproach. “How can you say that? Emma is your fiancée—how can you make her take a cab just to drive me home? Emma, don’t listen to him. Get in the car, I’ll have him drop you off first.” Her words made it sound as if she were the lady of the house, while I had become the outsider. I pulled away from Jane’s attempt to link arms with me and said coldly, “No need. My ride is already here.” A black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of me.

Right in front of Aaron and Jane, I got into that car. Several classmates gathered around, teasing: “Since when does Maybach do rideshare now?” Aaron’s face immediately darkened. He drove a Honda, which looked small and old compared to the Maybach. I hadn’t been home long when Aaron returned. I was somewhat surprised: “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?” Aaron’s expression grew even darker: “Are you hoping I wouldn’t come back?” I replied coldly: “If you’re sick, go get treatment.” Aaron asked: “Who was that man who picked you up today?” I said: “He’s my husband.” Aaron burst out laughing: “Just as I thought.” I didn’t understand what exactly he was thinking. Aaron sat down on the sofa with a confident smile: “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous, trying to get my attention? Renting a Maybach isn’t cheap! I was wondering why you’ve been acting like a different person lately, not fighting or making a fuss. Turns out you were setting this up for me.” I just felt speechless: “If that’s what you want to think, I can’t stop you.” Aaron said with some disgust: “Don’t play these childish games anymore. It’s really boring.” I responded: “Think whatever you want.” Aaron said: “I know you’re upset about the wedding being suddenly canceled. You’ve always wanted to marry me, I know that. But everything has its priorities. Jane is still grieving her husband’s death, we need to take care of her first.” I couldn’t help asking: “If Jane never recovers, are you planning to never get married?” Aaron snapped: “How can you be so vicious? Can’t you hope for Jane to get better? She never did anything to you. Do you really need to curse her like this?” Although I’d long known about Aaron’s favoritism toward Jane, being accused of being “vicious” by him was a first. Especially coming from a man I’d loved for over ten years, devoted myself to for over ten years, who had almost become my husband. My heart grew even colder: “Give me your car keys.” Aaron asked warily: “What do you need my car keys for?” I answered: “To get back the things I left in your car.” I had once hand-woven a car ornament for Aaron, hanging it in front of the windshield, blessing him with safety and smooth travels. But the Aaron of today was no longer worth my wholehearted love. Aaron said: “Jane has things in my car too. Don’t mess them up. I’ll come with you.” I said: “Whatever.” With that, I headed toward the underground garage. After Aaron unlocked the car, I opened the driver’s side door and reached for the ornament. However, to prevent it from falling at the time, I had tied it extra tight. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the entire ornament down, leaving only a long red string in my hand. Aaron asked in surprise: “Why did you tear it apart?” I said indifferently: “If it’s broken, it’s broken. Won’t need it anymore anyway.” As I was stepping out of the car, I caught a glimpse of something black sticking out from the gap in the passenger seat. I gently pinched it with my fingers, only to discover it was a pair of women’s black stockings. No need to guess—these must be Jane’s “ordinary clothes” left in Aaron’s car. Aaron urged anxiously: “Are you done? Stop rummaging around.” I expressionlessly pushed the black stockings back into place: “Done.” As soon as I stepped out of the car, Aaron immediately shut the door and quickly locked it. I didn’t care, just clutched the tangled red string and casually tossed it into the trash can. My phone rang, and I answered: “Hello?” “When are you free? We can have the wedding in a month, but let’s get the marriage certificate first.” It was Marcus’s voice. “There’s no rush for that, is there?” I replied. “Getting the certificate is convenient now. We can even do it on the wedding day.” Aaron suddenly caught the key words: “Certificate? What certificate?” On the phone, Marcus asked, “Is your ex-boyfriend there with you?” He had already automatically started calling Aaron my “ex-boyfriend.” I responded with a simple “Mm-hmm.” Marcus said, “You should move out as soon as possible.” I said, “Okay.” Marcus continued, “About getting the marriage license, just let me know when you’ve figured out the timing. I’ll work around your schedule.” After hanging up, Aaron looked at me suspiciously. “Who was calling this late?” I said, “Someone asking me to get a marriage license.” After hearing this, Aaron let out a cold laugh. “Emma, playing this game once was enough. Doing it again is just boring.” I took a deep breath and responded, “Oh.” Aaron said impatiently, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me or not?” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll never bring this up again.” Aaron seemed satisfied and nodded. “It’s getting late. I need to go back and keep Jane company.” I said, “Go ahead.” As he was leaving, Aaron turned back to look at me and said, “Just wait a little longer, until Jane’s in a better state. After all, you’ve been with me for so many years. I’ll still marry you.” This time, I said nothing. The next day, I started packing. I didn’t have many clothes. The only important thing was my computer. As a programmer, all my project code from these years was stored on my computer. When Marcus came to pick me up and saw me carrying only a laptop bag, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “That’s all you have?” I nodded. “Yeah, just this.” Marcus said, “I thought all girls liked buying lots of pretty clothes and bags.” Yeah, who doesn’t like pretty clothes and bags? But ever since Aaron started his business, our financial situation had gradually become tight. I sold my jewelry and hadn’t bought new clothes in years. This time, I simply packed some underwear and donated everything else to charity. Looking at my meager bag, Marcus said softly, “This weekend, let me take you shopping for some things.” I said, “That’s not necessary.” Marcus asked, “Why not?” I said embarrassedly, “I haven’t gotten my paycheck for this month yet.” Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll advance it to you.” I licked my lips, still hesitating. “Mr. Stephens, are you really willing to marry me?” Marcus looked puzzled. “Why are you asking that?” I guessed, “Is your family pressuring you to get married really urgently?” Marcus replied, “They are indeed pressuring me, and being married would help boost shareholders’ confidence in me, which is good for the company too.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “No wonder. I was thinking, how could a capitalist like you make a losing deal…” Marcus moved closer to me. “What did you just call me?” I quickly waved my hands. “Nothing!” Marcus smiled. “You should change my contact name sometime.” I quickly said, “I’ll change it right now! Immediately!” I hurriedly changed “Evil Capitalist” in my phone to “The Most Handsome Man in the World,” then held my phone up to Marcus and said, “Look, I changed it.” Marcus glanced at it, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. I asked, “What’s wrong?” He took my phone directly from my hands, fiddled with it for a while, then handed it back to me. When the car merged back into traffic, I saw that “The Most Handsome Man in the World” on my WhatsApp interface had been changed to “Hubby.” I said in surprise, “Mr. Stephens, we’re not even married yet. Isn’t this a bit too bold?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “How about we go to City Hall right now then?” As he spoke, he made a gesture to turn around. I quickly stopped him. “No, Mr. Stephens, today won’t work.” Marcus teased, “Alright, what’s your excuse today?” I mumbled, “My ID is still at Aaron’s place.” Meanwhile, when Aaron received my call, he was shopping with Jane. Jane had changed into a strapless mini dress and was twisting her body in front of the mirror, deliberately showing off her sex appeal. Seeing Aaron staring mesmerized, she secretly took a photo, then took a selfie and posted both on Instagram. The caption read: [Maybe Cupid blessed me by sending you to my side.] Two photos – one of her sexy pose, another of Aaron gazing at her adoringly. She enjoyed the feeling of having Aaron under her control, her vanity greatly satisfied. However, before long, Aaron stopped looking at her and frowned as he answered his phone. He said impatiently, “Emma, didn’t I tell you I’d be spending these days with Jane? Why are you calling again?” I asked directly, “Where’s my ID?” Aaron asked curiously, “What do you need your ID for?” I said, “I need to get some documents done.” He continued asking, “What documents?” Jane, not allowing Aaron’s attention to leave her, deliberately raised her voice: “Aaron, does this dress look good on me?” Aaron’s attention was drawn back to her. Watching Jane strike cute and sexy poses for him, Aaron just wanted to end this phone call quickly. He said hurriedly, “It’s in the third drawer of the cabinet in the living room. I’ve been really busy lately, so don’t call me unless it’s important. That’s it, I’m hanging up.”

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In my previous life, I, Juliet Wilson, was the company’s top sales performer, but when competing with intern Aubrey Fowler for a project proposal, she publicly accused me of plagiarism. I immediately refuted her claims and argued my case. However, my father Zachary Gordon, who was the CEO, said that Aubrey had already submitted her proposal to him the night before. With just one sentence, he determined that I had plagiarized. At the same time, another proposal of mine had major flaws that caused the client millions of dollars in losses. I couldn’t believe it. After careful investigation, I discovered that version wasn’t even created by me. Yet it was sent from my email account and bore my fingerprints. In the end, I was killed by the emotionally unstable client. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before submitting the proposal. ***** “Juliet, what are you daydreaming about? Is your proposal ready? Aubrey’s been talking tough, saying this client is definitely hers.” My colleague Emily Sanders nodded toward the front right, and I caught sight of Aubrey, dressed to the nines. In my previous life, she was just an intern who had been at the company for only a month, yet she boldly claimed she would steal away my three consecutive Christmas sales championships. Initially, I didn’t take her seriously. After all, this company belonged to Zachary anyway, so regardless of who won the sales title, we would ultimately benefit. But that stubborn streak in my bones started acting up again. Having been the sales champion for so long, how could I willingly hand it over to someone else? Especially to a newcomer. That’s how this project proposal competition came about—Aubrey and I competing fairly. Zachary even specifically emphasized that to ensure fairness, transparency, and openness, he would personally oversee the entire process. In my previous life, although Aubrey was flamboyant, she was always well-behaved in front of Zachary and didn’t seem skilled at dealing with leadership, so no one detected the hidden relationship between them. I never imagined she was actually Zachary’s illegitimate daughter, hidden away for years! Lost in thought, Emily mistook my silence for stress and continued cheering me on. “How could a newcomer possibly compete with you? Your resume stacked up would be thicker than her high heels. What kind of decent proposal could she possibly come up with?” My other colleague Faith Miller chimed in: “Mr. Gordon thinks so highly of you, this project is definitely yours. He’s probably just trying to give this arrogant intern a reality check. Don’t worry, just don’t forget to plan the celebration party.” In my previous life, I was confident about having a fair competition with her and stayed up all night completing my proposal. But the next day during the presentation, Aubrey publicly accused me of plagiarism. And Zachary stepped forward to testify for her, claiming she had already submitted an identical proposal the day before. In our industry, plagiarism is the most despicable behavior. I tried to defend myself, but Zachary didn’t hesitate to brand me as the plagiarist. The proposal I had repeatedly checked and ensured was flawless had also been tampered with, causing irreparable losses. I became the target of everyone’s criticism, bearing the client’s fury alone, and was ultimately stabbed to death by the emotionally unstable client.

After my death, my soul drifted in mid-air. I watched my mother Sydney Wilson receive news of my murder while overseas, tears streaming down her face as she rushed back home. I witnessed Zachary and Aubrey working together, tampering with Sydney’s route on her way back to the villa. Caught off guard in her desperation, Sydney met her end in a fatal car crash. In the end, Zachary brazenly brought Aubrey home. Sydney and I had barely been dead long before Zachary and Aubrey were living it up, even seizing all of Sydney’s assets. My nails dug deep into my palms—the sharp pain told me this wasn’t a dream. I had been reborn. Aubrey wasn’t highly educated, but she had a sweet tongue and knew how to work people, making her well-liked at the company. Her abilities were mediocre, but she was smart enough never to actively compete for anything. This was the first time she’d dared to challenge me so boldly. Back then, I naively thought Zachary had her participate in the competition just to put her in her place. I never imagined it was a trap they’d set for me. Pulling myself from the pain of my past life, I glanced at the cameras behind me and the company’s real-time monitoring system, lost in thought. This time I’d plugged every possible loophole for plagiarism—it should be foolproof. I was eager to see how Aubrey would manage to steal my proposal this time! I had a score to settle with Zachary too. Though I couldn’t remember exactly how Aubrey had plagiarized me in my previous life, this time I was fully prepared and would surely be safe. In my past life, Zachary had covered for her, but this time I knew what to expect—I was guarding against all of them. I didn’t use the company computer or network. Instead, I opened my personal laptop, installed anti-surveillance software, disconnected all communication devices, avoided all cameras, and didn’t even use company power. With extreme caution, I began crafting my new proposal. Creating marketing plans had long been second nature to me. Sydney had praised my intelligence more than once, even hoping I’d inherit her business empire. Unfortunately, I was passionate about and focused solely on my current job, with little interest in anything else. The strong-willed Sydney was disappointed in me and simply left Zachary and me in this small city while she went abroad to build her career. Sadly, in my previous life, everything happened so suddenly that I never got to see Sydney one last time. Now, living again, I couldn’t wait to see her once more. This time I was prepared, eliminating any possibility of Aubrey stealing from me. This project, these clients—they should have been mine all along. This time I would definitely strike back hard! I threw myself completely into the proposal, and before I knew it, I’d completed a third of it. This approach was from an angle I’d never tried before, distilled from years of experience as a top Christmas sales performer. There was no way Aubrey could guess it. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretched lazily to take a short break, and picked up my cup to get some coffee. In the break room, Aubrey was chatting with other colleagues. Seeing me enter, she didn’t avoid the topic at all—in fact, she openly shared her new ideas and progress with me. “Why are you telling her everything?” A colleague beside her nudged her with an elbow. “With those little tricks of yours, you’ll just embarrass yourself in front of Juliet.” Aubrey replied, “Juliet would never laugh at me. As a newcomer, I definitely still have a lot to learn. I wonder what direction her proposal is taking—I’ll definitely have to study it carefully when the time comes.”

Aubrey gave me a playful wink. To everyone else, she appeared to be a charming girl, but I felt a chill run straight up my spine to the back of my neck, nearly causing me to drop my coffee. The proposal she’d presented was identical to the concept I’d just jotted down in my moment of inspiration. Not only that, but she’d even continued along my line of thinking, progressing even faster than I had. What the hell was going wrong? I felt ice-cold all over, as if Christian was surrounded by countless watching eyes. In my panic, I instinctively reached for the necklace at my throat, taking several deep breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t go on like this. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t let Aubrey lead me around by the nose again. I could take it or leave it—it was just a proposal, after all. I didn’t want it anymore! So without hesitation, I threw that proposal—once again “borrowed” by Aubrey—straight into the paper shredder. This time I was even more cautious. I drove two hours out to my grandmother’s house in the countryside and locked myself in a small room. I disconnected all network devices and handwrote a new proposal under nothing but the dim glow of a desk lamp. Even Zachary didn’t know my grandmother’s exact address. I refused to believe that Aubrey could still eavesdrop on me or steal my ideas under these conditions! Handwriting was inefficient, so I worked through the night, finally completing the basic framework of the proposal just before dawn. I carefully sealed these pages in my bag, confirming that no one else besides me had seen the content. Only then did I turn my phone back on. The moment it powered up, messages nearly exploded my phone—the screen was filled with Zachary’s missed calls and unread messages. He’d posted in the company group chat asking: “Juliet! Where the hell did you disappear to without a word? “At such a critical moment, what’s with the attitude? Even Aubrey knows to stay put at the company like she should. What about you? “I won’t give you any special treatment. If you don’t come back, you can expect to be fired!” While Zachary had often “fairly and sternly” scolded me in front of my colleagues before, this was the first time he’d publicly criticized and belittled me like this. I figured he was starting to pave the way for Aubrey—their little scheme was becoming harder to hide. Thinking of all the despicable things Zachary had done in my past life made me even angrier. His sanctimonious act was absolutely disgusting! I wanted nothing more than to rush back to the company immediately and have the client give him a good thrashing too! The resentment from both my past and present lives erupted like a volcano in my heart. Without bothering to rest, I immediately rushed back to the company to confront him. During our argument, my handwritten third version of the proposal fell out of my bag. Emily, sharp-eyed as always, exclaimed: “Isn’t this Aubrey’s proposal?” Immediately, chatter broke out all around, and I looked completely bewildered. Aubrey put on a pitiful act: “Juliet, I uploaded the electronic version of this proposal half an hour ago. Even if you like it, you can’t just copy it outright!” I couldn’t believe it and angrily retorted: “You’re lying! I handwrote this myself—what does it have to do with you?” However, Aubrey’s publication time was earlier, and the other colleagues had all witnessed it, so doubts immediately arose. “Oh my God, could all her previous proposals have been copied too?” “She’s so shameless! Someone else worked so hard on that proposal, and she just copies it like that—how disgusting!” “Who knows how she became the top salesperson before? Last time I even saw her get into Mr. Gordon’s car.”

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This Christmas marks the seventh year since I, Camila Jones, married Jonah Bradley. After his thirty-second mistress showed up at my door, I finally decided to let go. I decided to dedicate myself to serving my country and disappear completely from his world. But he broke down and frantically searched for any trace of me. He said, “Camila, I was wrong. Please come back.” In the past, just one soft word from him would make me turn around. Unfortunately, this time, he’s destined to be disappointed. ***** When Jonah’s thirty-second mistress came to my door, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for him. The girl before me was barely twenty, young and beautiful, with a smug smile plastered across her face. She looked at me with contempt and said proudly, “Mrs. Bradley, I’m Lainey Wallace, Jonah’s girlfriend—his lover.” She glanced at the apron I was wearing and sneered, “Can’t the Bradley family even afford a maid? I guess this is the difference between being loved and not being loved. Jonah never lets me go into the kitchen—he says the cooking fumes damage your skin.” My gaze fell on Lainey’s delicate hands, and hearing her words, I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. A sharp pain shot through my fingertips. When I came back to my senses, I realized my finger had been cut by the knife, blood streaming down. Seeing my dazed state, Lainey laughed even more gleefully. She said softly, “Mrs. Bradley, they say the one who isn’t loved is the real third party. Jonah and I love each other, while to him, you’re nothing more than an obligation.” After saying this, she gently placed her hand over her stomach, her eyes sparkling with light. I suddenly felt like laughing. When Jonah’s previous thirty-one mistresses came to my door, they all claimed to be his “true love” too. But in the end, without exception, Jonah sent them all away. I thought this time would be no different, but looking at Lainey, an inexplicable uneasiness stirred in my heart, as if something was spiraling out of control. Seeing my lack of reaction, Lainey became frustrated: “Camila! You old woman, what gives you the right to cling to Jonah? You’re nothing but a burden to him! You’re incompetent and can’t even give him a child!” She pulled up her chat history with Jonah and held it in front of my face. Looking at their sweet conversations on the phone, my mind went completely blank. So Jonah could be this gentle with someone else—reminding her to eat breakfast on time and go to bed early. He would share many interesting stories with Lainey, even about a stray cat he encountered on the street. Lainey put away her phone and left, her high heels clicking. Ignoring the wound on my fingertip, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my chat history with Jonah. As always, I was the one doing all the talking, with Jonah’s replies few and far between. I smiled silently, then dialed his number. The call connected quickly. Jonah’s cold voice came through: “What is it?” Hearing his voice, my heart still ached with a sharp pain, tinged with grievance. I told him about Lainey’s visit. There was silence on the other end, then his breathing suddenly became rapid. Then Jonah said urgently, “Lainey’s still just a kid. I’ll have a proper talk with her later.” Hearing those words, my heart slowly sank. After knowing each other for so many years and loving him for so many years, how could I not understand that his heart had already fallen for Lainey? I looked at the burnt food in the pot and smiled bitterly. I should have realized long ago that my marriage with Jonah had already reached its end.

“Camila, you need to think this through carefully. Once you join the Sailing Plan, you’ll be heading to a research facility in the Mojave Desert, and you won’t be allowed to disclose your location to anyone. Your communications will be strictly monitored. You might not be able to return home, even if a loved one passes away.” As he spoke, the white-haired researcher Titus Owens’s eyes began to well up with tears, and he gently wiped the corner of his eye. Seeing him like this made my heart ache. I poured him a glass of water and said firmly, “You know my parents were military. Being able to contribute to our country—I’m sure they would be proud of me.” My words moved Titus, but he still urged me to reconsider: “Precisely because you come from a military family, we don’t want anything to happen to you. You have to understand, the research facility involves national secrets, and the mission is extremely dangerous. You’re still so young. If you can’t handle it and regret your decision, it’ll be too late.” I knew that in their eyes, I was still too young. They believed I should have a better, brighter future ahead of me. This path was too harsh, too dangerous. They worried I couldn’t handle such pressure. But looking at Titus’s frail figure, my heart filled with bittersweet emotion. If they could dedicate themselves completely to their country, how could I back down? I gently but firmly interrupted Titus: “I’ve already considered everything you’re worried about. Right now, I have no parents, no children, no friends, no attachments whatsoever.” As I said those words, Jonah’s image flashed through my mind, and my heart still couldn’t help but ache. Perhaps because we were about to part ways, those beautiful memories kept surfacing. But whenever I wanted to forgive him, the images of his thirty-two lovers would flood my mind. My eyes grew warm as I struggled to suppress the pain in my heart: “I’m also getting divorced from my husband. We haven’t had feelings for each other for a long time. Rather than wallowing in self-pity here, I’d rather pour all my energy into scientific research.” Seeing my unwavering determination, Titus sighed and pulled out a classified document from his worn briefcase. As he watched me sign the confidentiality agreement, tears filled his eyes: “Camila, welcome to the Sailing Plan. This is the settlement fund the country is providing you. We won’t shortchange anyone who serves their nation.” I had originally planned to leave with Titus immediately, but he gave me two months to properly say goodbye to the loved ones I wanted to bid farewell to. I quietly watched his shuffling figure disappear into the distance, a bitter smile crossing my lips. The truth was, in this city, I had always been alone. During my seven years of marriage to Jonah, I had devoted all my energy to him, and those friends had gradually drifted away from me. Two months might be too long. “What are you doing?” A familiar voice sounded beside my ear. It was Jonah. Seeing him appear at my doorstep surprised me. I couldn’t remember when he had stopped coming home regularly. It was always me asking hopefully when he’d return, and only then would he reluctantly come home. Looking at that familiar yet strange handsome face, I felt a sense of distance growing in my heart. After a moment’s thought, I decided not to tell him about my departure. After all, I only had two months before I’d be leaving. By then, we’d be strangers, and I wouldn’t need to explain anything to him. Besides, he wouldn’t care anyway. When Jonah didn’t get a response from me, his tone carried a hint of displeasure: “What did you say to Lainey today?” I was slightly taken aback. Then he growled in a low voice: “Lainey is just a kid—she’s innocent! Can’t you stop being so harsh with her!” Hearing Jonah’s accusation, I smiled weakly. After all these years of marriage, this was the first time he had gotten angry at me over one of his mistresses. The concern in his voice was unmistakable. I glanced at our wedding photo on the wall. In it, we were smiling so happily, our eyes full of love for each other. Back then, we had truly been in love. It’s just that this relationship had slowly worn away through day after day of arguments. During our courtship, I used to worry and ask him: “Do you think we’ll have a seven-year itch?” He would always hold me tight and say: “No way. We grew up together—we’ve already been through countless seven-year periods.” I was intoxicated in his embrace, but I forgot that marriage and dating are ultimately different things. “Camila!” Jonah’s angry voice thundered in my ears like lightning. I snapped back to reality. Looking at his darkened expression, I smiled faintly: “I didn’t say anything. It was actually your girlfriend who came to my house to flaunt your relationship, mocking me for being nothing but a burden, worse than a servant. She also told me that the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel…” Before I could finish, Jonah frowned and cut me off. He looked at me coldly: “Enough. Lainey just has a childish temper. She doesn’t mean any harm—you’re being too sensitive. Stop picking fights with her for no reason. Can’t you be more mature!” Looking at Jonah’s impatient expression, a wave of grievance suddenly washed over me. Just then, his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression instantly softened. He answered the call, and hearing that sweet voice on the other end, his smile deepened. Watching his retreating figure, I collapsed weakly to the floor. On the table, the words “Confidentiality Agreement” stood out in bold black letters on the document envelope. And he hadn’t asked a single question. He hadn’t always been like this.

Jonah and I grew up together. Both of my parents were military officers. When I was very young, I was kidnapped by terrorists. They took me to force my parents to betray their country and surrender to them. I was locked in a small, dark room, listening to the sounds of the terrorists confronting my parents outside. I pressed my ear against the cold door, desperately trying to make out what they were saying. In the end, all I heard were a few gunshots. The outside fell into deathly silence. No matter how much I screamed, there was no response. In that moment, I was terrified. I don’t know how much time passed before the door was opened. Jonah’s anxious and horrified face appeared before me, followed by a large group of police officers. I frantically searched among those familiar faces for my parents. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find them. That’s when I realized that to save me and completely eliminate the terrorists, they had chosen to perish together with the enemy. I became an orphan. I lost my home. The Bradley family took me in. From then on, I lived in the Bradley mansion. But that experience of witnessing terrorists up close and living through my parents’ death left me with deep psychological trauma. I became afraid of the dark and scared of being alone. I couldn’t truly trust anyone. The only person who gave me peace was Jonah. On the day I was rescued, when the blinding light poured in, I saw Jonah standing before me with tears streaming down his face. During those days when I withdrew into myself, Jonah stayed by my side. He held my hand and softly sang lullabies to me. Whenever I woke up from nightmares, the first thing I saw was always his worried expression. Under the careful care of the Bradley family and Jonah, I slowly emerged from the shadows. Even though I was still afraid of the dark and being alone, as long as I could hear Jonah’s voice, I could fall asleep peacefully. So he would call me every day to help me fall asleep. Even when I woke up from nightmares again, I could immediately hear his gentle voice. When I was fifteen, a boy from a neighboring school stopped me and handed me a pink envelope with a blushing face. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Jonah suddenly appeared beside me, returned the envelope to the boy, and rejected him on my behalf. The boy asked with some displeasure: “Who are you to decide for her? Just because she lives in your house, you get to make decisions for Camila?” Jonah had a faint smile on his face. He stood beside me, took my hand, and said gently but firmly: “I’m Camila’s family, and I’m also her boyfriend. Tell me, don’t I have the right to decide for her?” I used to think about how sweet the memories between Jonah and me were. But now, seeing the understanding and love between him and Lainey, my heart aches just as much. I treated Jonah as my salvation. But now he’s my poison. I calmly deleted our photos together one by one, and packed up the gifts he had given me piece by piece. Jonah often gave me gifts, some expensive, some cheap. The cheapest was a flower crown that had long since withered. It was something he wove for me by hand on the day we decided to get married. I had treasured it for these seven years. Looking at its dried and withered state now, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. While I was packing, Jonah’s parents appeared at the door. Seeing them, I felt a wave of shame. They had always been good to me, treating me like their own daughter. Yet I had left without a word, not even thinking about how sad they would be when they found out. Seeing me packing, Jonah’s mother Dianna Bradley looked surprised: “Camila, what are you packing? Did Jonah make you angry again?” Her kind eyes almost made me want to throw myself into her arms and cry about all the grievances of these past days. But I held back. I said calmly: “I was just worried about things getting moldy, so I took them out to check.” Seeing them carrying large bags, I asked curiously: “Why did you come so suddenly? You should have told us in advance so I could pick you up.” They exchanged glances, their expressions complex. Dianna was about to speak when Jonah’s father Peter Bradley grabbed her hand and shook his head. She sighed helplessly and forced a smile: “We haven’t visited you two in a long time, so we came to see you. We just got off the plane and we’re a bit tired, so we’ll go rest first.” With that, they hurried upstairs. I washed a plate of cherries and, carrying their forgotten suitcase, went upstairs to find them. But at their door, I heard Dianna’s complaining voice: “Why didn’t you let me tell her just now?” Peter replied helplessly: “Camila loves Jonah so much, how could you bear to make her divorce him?” Dianna’s tone became sharp: “But Lainey is already pregnant with Jonah’s child. You can’t let this child be born illegitimate! Haven’t we been good enough to Camila these twenty-plus years? She can’t have children, but plenty of people can give Jonah children! Jonah likes Lainey, so she should be sensible and let go!” I stood at the door, feeling as if I’d been nailed to the spot. After a long time, I realized tears were already streaming down my face. I quickly dragged the suitcase away, but accidentally bumped the lock while turning around. Inside was a whole case of baby supplies.

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After the real daughter of the wealthy family returned, I, the fake daughter, consciously dragged my suitcase and went back to the house in the countryside. I thought I would face a family of old, weak, sick, and disabled, with a few sheep in the sheepfold. However, my big brother is a big shot in the legal world, my second brother is a rising star in the medical field, and my third brother is a crazy and arrogant school bully. Wait, the sheep on those hills, and those hills as well, do they all belong to my family?