Five years before Christmas, my fiancé Patrick Burton died in the line of duty, his body never recovered. But tonight, August 20th at 8:17 PM, his captain Zayden Perry personally called me to say: “We found Patrick.” Patrick wasn’t dead. He was alive and well, and about to get married.
After chasing Jaxon Scott for ten whole years, I, Mary Elliott, finally felt that everything had become utterly meaningless. I gave up on him and chose Asher Ford, who genuinely cared for me. Asher had once lit up the entire city with fireworks for me all night long, and even bought an island to propose to me. But on the eve of our wedding, he suddenly disappeared. When I finally found him, I heard him say coldly to others: “I only went after Mary to get back at Jaxon. After I got her, I actually found her boring. But I wasn’t satisfied, so I ran away from the wedding to humiliate her. Don’t you think that’s amusing?” So I beat him to it and ran away from the wedding first, making him the laughingstock of the entire city. Later I heard that Asher searched all over New York but couldn’t find his missing bride.
Before our engagement, I, Natalia Garrett, received a gift from my boyfriend’s first love, Bella Oliver. It was a video recording. In the footage, Dylan Scott, who was always gentle and refined, seemed like a completely different person—his expression cold yet excited, his behavior deliberately flamboyant. She looked at me smugly: “Do you really think he loves you? He told me long ago that you’re utterly boring. Throughout all these years you’ve been together, he comes to see me every week.”
After my first love passed away, I developed severe depression and attempted suicide, only to be saved by New York’s most rebellious rich heir. He reined in all his bad temper for me, stayed by my side through five Christmases, and helped me emerge from the darkness. However, just before our one-year anniversary, I discovered his terminal cancer diagnosis. When I went to find him, I overheard him telling a friend: “Adeline has always kept me at arm’s length. I feel like I’m just a stand-in. If she would kill herself for me, then I’d believe she’s truly moved on from the past. So I’m planning to fake my death to test her—that’s not crossing the line, is it?” So I beat him to it and staged my own death, “dying” right in front of him. Later, I heard that the Maxwell family heir had completely lost his mind. He jumped into the ocean and nearly drowned, but never found the girlfriend who had died for him.
I’m Clara Lewis, and I’ve been happily married to my husband Easton Wallace for ten years. The only regret is that Easton suffers from azoospermia, so we’ve never been able to have children. However, on our tenth wedding anniversary, our housekeeper Dianne Ward suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Easton’s child. At first, I thought she was joking. But two days later, Dianne presented us with paternity test results. The report showed that the fetus in her womb was indeed Easton’s biological child. Subsequently, Dianne took us to court. On the day of the trial, she faced the media outside the courthouse, tearfully recounting how Easton had sexually assaulted her, and accused us of being a perverted couple who had kept her confined at home as a breeding tool. Easton and I were left speechless, instantly labeled as “demon employers” by netizens. The school fired Easton under pressure, and students were ashamed of him. I was also fired from my company that same day. Eventually, unable to bear the pressure, Easton committed suicide in prison. I became a despised existence, stalked, insulted, and even attacked by online users. On the verge of a mental breakdown, I wandered into traffic and died on the street. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why Dianne would be pregnant with the child of Easton, who suffered from azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn to the day before Dianne claimed to be pregnant. ***** “Mrs. Wallace, tomorrow is your tenth wedding anniversary with Mr. Wallace. Are you planning to celebrate at home or go out?” A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes! Before me was a plain face I knew all too well. Dianne was bending over, looking at me with a smile. My heart raced violently, as if someone was pounding my chest with drumsticks. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement, and forced the corners of my mouth into a strained smile. “Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow. You won’t need to worry about anything.” Dianne seemed quite satisfied with this response. “Mrs. Wallace, then I’ll go organize the walk-in closet.” I nodded, watching her figure leave, lost in thought. Only now did I truly confirm that I had been reborn! Recalling Dianne’s words and checking the date on my phone – May 17th. This was the last peaceful day of my previous life. I immediately logged into my social media account. I only had a few dozen followers and barely any comments. It looked like just an ordinary account. But I knew that if things followed the same trajectory as my previous life, by this time tomorrow, my social media account would become a battlefield of cyberbullying. [Demon employer! How can such a person be a professor? She should be dragged out and shot!] [The man’s a rapist, and the woman’s no good either – trash! Go die!] [You damn thing, disgrace to women, if I were you I’d commit suicide right now to atone!] [Are you really that despicable? You can’t have children yourself, so you harm other women – are you even human?] These words cut through me like sharp knives, leaving me wounded all over. Thinking of this, I immediately deleted all content from my account and deactivated it. But then I thought again – what could this change? What was meant to come would still come. Even though I’d been reborn, tomorrow Dianne would still publicly accuse Easton of rape online. And the child in her belly – whose was it really?
No matter what, since fate has given me a chance to live again, I absolutely cannot let the tragedy of my previous life repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering home micro-surveillance equipment online. In my past life, when Dianne came to our house as a tutor, I had suggested installing cameras, but Easton always felt that would be disrespectful. Looking back now, it was precisely because of our kindness and trust that we fell step by step into Dianne’s carefully designed trap. After I had arranged everything that needed to be prepared, that question which had puzzled me until my death in my previous life surfaced in my mind again: How could the child in Dianne’s womb possibly be Easton’s? After Easton and I got married, we had been actively trying to conceive, but never succeeded. Only after going to the hospital for tests did we learn that Easton suffered from azoospermia. The doctor was very clear – Easton simply could not conceive naturally, and even the success rate of IVF was extremely slim. Easton felt deeply guilty about this and even proposed divorcing me. But our relationship over the years had always been stable – we had never even had a fight – so I refused his proposal for divorce. After all, life is long, and it’s our spouse who accompanies us, not children. So when Dianne initially made her accusations online, I didn’t take it to heart. Easton felt the same way – he considered himself upright and even comforted me not to be angry. We both thought Dianne was just trying to extort money. Who knew she would swear that the child in her belly was Easton’s, and even had a paternity test done. When the results came out, we were stunned. The report showed that the child’s biological father was indeed Easton! With such concrete evidence before us, the police came directly to our door and took Easton away in full view of everyone. Subsequently, Dianne took Easton to court. On the day of the trial, Dianne brought dozens of media reporters and influencer bloggers to the scene. The judge ultimately ruled that Easton was guilty of rape and sentenced him to seven years in prison. After the verdict, Dianne stood at the courthouse entrance and wept bitterly in front of the cameras: “I’ve always believed that bad people can’t escape the law’s punishment. Thank you all for your support – I will definitely live on strong!” Not only that, she also played the victim extensively in front of the media, tearfully telling reporters that we were a perverted couple who not only used her as a breeding tool but also beat her and kept her confined at home. Easton was speechless and sentenced to prison. And I, as his supposed “accomplice,” couldn’t escape the online harassment either. I received death threats every day. Easton was expelled from the school and overnight became a scumbag despised by everyone. Students were even ashamed to have been his students. And I was fired by my company on the day of the court verdict, and the house we had lived in for ten years was also forced to be compensated to Dianne. In the end, I met my tragic end – dying on the street with no one to save me. Now, recalling the pain and despair of my final moments in my previous life, I still tremble all over, as if falling into an ice cellar. Sometimes I even wondered if Dianne had stolen condoms that Easton had used to do IVF? But that couldn’t possibly succeed either! Because even the doctor said that Easton had azoospermia, and even attempting IVF was almost impossible. Moreover, over these years, it wasn’t like we hadn’t tried, but we failed every time. At dinner, Dianne was busy in the kitchen. I carefully observed this middle-aged woman who had gained weight. Even if she was pregnant, there were no visible signs. Today Easton was away on a business trip attending an academic conference and didn’t come home. Taking advantage of no one being home, I contacted a highly reputable private investigator online and commissioned him to thoroughly investigate Dianne’s background. For the upcoming battle, I need to gather all evidence that would be favorable to me.
The cameras were installed overnight, providing complete coverage of the entire house except for the bathroom and my bedroom. The private investigator was highly efficient, promising to uncover Dianne’s background within a week. And so, I lay in bed restlessly, anxiously awaiting the arrival of May 18th—the day that had brought me to complete ruin in my previous life. I didn’t sleep a wink. When I got up in the morning, my reflection showed deep dark circles under my eyes. Dianne wasn’t a live-in housekeeper; she usually arrived at the house around nine in the morning. In my previous life, I had left early that morning to pick up Easton from the airport. This time, I still followed the same trajectory, but made sure to call Dianne before leaving. I said, “Dianne, we won’t be home all day today. You don’t need to prepare lunch or dinner—just clean the house.” Her voice on the other end was gentle and polite, completely different from the cold woman I’d seen outside the courthouse. I had Easton go straight to school after getting off the plane instead of coming home. I didn’t go to the airport to pick him up either, but walked straight into a coffee shop instead. After settling into a corner seat, I pulled out my tablet and connected to the home surveillance system. Today was my only chance to catch Dianne in the act, and I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for even a second. Dianne arrived home punctually at nine o’clock and began cleaning as usual. Everything seemed normal until noon. Just as I was beginning to feel disappointed, Dianne in the surveillance footage suddenly strutted boldly into my bedroom. When she emerged again, she was wearing my silk nightgown, with my jewelry adorning her neck and hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a wine glass, looking every bit like the lady of the house. Then the doorbell rang! Dianne calmly got up and went to answer the door. A young girl walked in. When I saw her face clearly, I nearly dropped my coffee cup. It was Emily Adams—the student Easton was most proud of. At this moment, Emily, whom Easton described as hardworking and reliable, was intimately embracing Dianne. She said, “Mom, dressed like this, you really do look like a wealthy lady.” Dianne pulled Emily down to sit on the sofa with her. Emily noticed the wine and frowned. “Mom, why are you still drinking wine? If someone finds out, they’ll question your pregnancy.” “What are you worried about? The baby won’t be born anyway. Once we do the paternity test, our mission will be complete.” With that, Dianne took another sip of wine and poured a glass for Emily as well. She said, “Emily, after today, we’ll have nothing but good days ahead. This house will be ours sooner or later.” Emily looked around, a flash of greed in her eyes. “Hmph, we’ve been planning this for so long, weren’t we just waiting for this day? Mom, post online this afternoon as planned. I’ve already bought the accounts—I guarantee that by tomorrow, they’ll both be completely ruined!” Dianne smiled even more happily, gently stroking her belly. “You’re really something, coming up with such a brilliant plan. Now, no matter how Mr. Wallace tries to explain, no one will believe him.” “Mom, you still need to be careful. Remember, after the paternity test, you must immediately go and get rid of this… otherwise, we’ll both…” Emily leaned close to Dianne’s ear, lowering her voice. Could this be the truth behind Dianne’s pregnancy? I quickly turned up the volume on my earphones, trying to catch more details. Dianne patted Emily’s shoulder, looking confident. “Don’t worry, I’m being very careful and won’t leave any traces. As soon as the test results come out, I’ll go and get rid of what I planted…”
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When I was 5 years old that Christmas, I, Sarah Morris, and my sister Alivia Morris got lost together and ended up depending on each other in an orphanage. Later, to pay for Alivia’s education, I dropped out of school and worked as a waitress at a bar to earn money. But thirteen years later, when I brought Alivia home with me, she turned around and stabbed me in the back, claiming I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking, studious good girl who worked her way through school. I couldn’t defend myself and was ultimately abandoned by my family, dying in some unknown corner. And she became the beloved daughter of the Morris family. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day before I dropped out for Alivia’s sake. ***** Alivia said, “Sarah, maybe you shouldn’t drop out of school. If I just tighten my belt and we both take on more part-time jobs, we can grit our teeth and get through this together.” Hearing that familiar voice, I realized I had been reborn to the day before I dropped out for Alivia. At this moment, Alivia was pretending to comfort me while wiping away tears. In my past life, I fell for this act completely, unable to see through her disguise. Hearing her say this only strengthened my resolve to drop out and work. I delivered food during the day and worked as a waitress at a bar at night, exhausting myself to the point of illness. But after she found our parents, she claimed I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking college student who wasn’t afraid of suffering. Under her manipulation, the whole family grew to despise me. My mother Arya Morris, who once loved me dearly, now looked at me with disgust, as if I were something filthy. My father Derek Morris, who once treasured me, repeatedly ordered security to throw me out. My brother Luke Morris, who promised to protect me, wouldn’t even look at me because he heard I might have some disease. But when it came to Alivia, they gathered around her with concern, carefully holding her hands, their eyes red with tears as they felt sorry for her suffering, wanting to give her everything to make up for it. Just like that, Alivia, who had grown up with me, became the Morris family’s only daughter, receiving love I had never imagined possible. And I was ruthlessly abandoned. Alivia wore beautiful dresses, looking down at me like a little princess from her high perch, her eyes hiding a barely detectable smugness as she clung to Arya and whined, “Mom, it’s my fault for not stopping Sarah from going astray. Please don’t make her leave, okay? How about letting her stay in the maid’s quarters?” And my mother, whom I had missed for so many years, said coldly, “Giving her a place to stay is already more than generous. The Morris family doesn’t have such a lowly daughter.” I cried and shook my head, explaining desperately, “Dad, Mom, I really didn’t! I was just working to pay for Alivia’s education!” But Alivia produced so-called “hostess” photos that left me speechless. Later, to get closer to Derek and Arya, I foolishly believed Alivia’s suggestion and willingly moved into the dark, sunless maid’s quarters. When Alivia wore designer dresses and enjoyed premium coffee with her friends at upscale restaurants, I wore tattered servant clothes, buried in endless dirty work. When Alivia dined at Michelin-starred restaurants, I dragged my exhausted body to crouch in corners, eating their leftover food from the day before. When Alivia slept in the princess room our parents had carefully decorated, I squeezed into the cold, damp basement maid’s quarters with other servants, never getting a peaceful night’s sleep. Even so, I still hoped every day that my parents would have a change of heart and love me the way they loved Alivia. Until the day I had a high fever, when the four of them were laughing and chatting happily in the villa’s living room while I lay in the cold, cramped room, burning with fever and trembling. “Dad, Mom, Luke, I feel terrible!” I squeezed out a cry for help with my last bit of strength, but they acted as if they couldn’t hear me. Only Alivia heard, glanced at me from the doorway, muttered “how unlucky,” and walked away. In the end, I died silently in the corner of the maid’s quarters. After death, I became a wandering spirit. I watched my parents coldly arrange for servants to take my body away without even a final glance. I also saw Alivia marry Dylan Walsh, who was supposed to be engaged to me. The two of them were blissfully happy, my parents cried tears of joy, and their grand wedding was like a fairy tale. Only then did I understand that when Alivia was first brought back home, she had already seduced Dylan, the youngest son of the wealthy Walsh family. Dylan had been arranged by his grandfather Robert Walsh to be engaged to me early on, and I became their biggest obstacle. So Dylan and Alivia worked together, using photos of me working at the bar to have people spread rumors about me everywhere. After I struggled to return home, everyone labeled me a “bar hostess”! Fortunately, I was reborn. Alivia, this time, you need to pay back what you owe me. You should taste despair too. I looked at the hypocritical Alivia and gave her a relieved smile. “Alivia, you’ve really grown up and learned to share my burdens. It’s settled then—we’ll work together, and I’m sure we can earn enough for living expenses.” As soon as I finished speaking, Alivia’s expression changed, and she quickly added, “Sarah, but this… I’ll be so exhausted having to go to school and work at the same time, and this little money won’t be nearly enough!” I sneered inwardly but maintained a gentle expression on my face, saying softly, “It’s okay. If I study hard now, I’ll be able to earn more money to support you in the future.” I added jokingly, “You wouldn’t really want me to drop out of school and work to support you, would you? I’m sure you couldn’t bear that.” Sure enough, Alivia’s face turned bright red, and she was momentarily speechless, unable to find a rebuttal. She could only reluctantly agree. And so, I threw myself back into my sophomore studies, working hard and preparing for the SAT. In this life, without my constant financial support, let’s see how long she can last. As expected, three days later, Alivia came looking for me. “Sarah, I’m really too tired. I didn’t go to work today. You’ve been working at that beverage shop and must have earned quite a bit, right? Could you give me some living expenses?” Alivia said with a pitiful expression. This scenario was completely within my expectations. After all, how could my pampered little sister possibly endure such hardship? You have to understand that in my previous life, even without any financial pressure, I had to coax and plead with her every day just to get her to go to school, and she barely managed to get into college. “Alivia, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that the money I earn from my part-time job is only enough for my three meals a day. It’s all my fault for being so useless.” I also teared up, mimicking her behavior and started crying. Alivia bit her lip as she looked at me, believing every word. In her eyes, how could her foolish sister, who had always given her everything, possibly lie to her? Later, she tried asking me for money several more times, but I cleverly deflected each attempt. What I didn’t expect was that she actually went to work cleaning the cafeteria. Had she really changed? I was skeptical. For several consecutive days, she behaved herself, which actually made me suspicious. Until one day after school, I saw her crouching in a corner of the cafeteria crying, with one of our school’s wealthy students—Daniel Stewart—patiently comforting her. Only then did it dawn on me that she had ulterior motives. Putting on an act of working to pay for school and looking pitiful to gain others’ sympathy and affection—this was exactly Alivia’s specialty.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Alivia successfully became Daniel’s girlfriend. The pocket money Daniel casually gave her was enough to keep Alivia living comfortably without any worries. I watched as her clothing, food, and lifestyle became increasingly luxurious, yet I continued to act as if I knew nothing about it. Naturally, this couple had no interest in studying and spent their days living it up. They frequented various clubs and nightspots every evening. Alivia gradually started staying out all night, always appearing drowsy during daytime classes. I observed coldly from the sidelines, too lazy to care, focusing solely on studying with desperate intensity. While they squandered their youth in the glittering nightlife, I buried myself in books day and night on a shoestring budget, sleeping less than five hours each day. Every day I wore my faded school uniform, either working part-time jobs to earn money or studying with my head buried in books. Finally, through my relentless efforts, I achieved second place citywide on the exams. At this point, Alivia began deliberately showing off her boyfriend to me. She said, “Sarah, the money you earn from your part-time jobs definitely isn’t enough, right? Want me to have Daniel lend you some money? I think all this studying you do every day is pretty useless anyway—college graduates are everywhere these days!” I sneered inwardly: “She’s truly foolish, only knowing how to depend on men. What good ending could she possibly expect?” Probably emboldened by having Daniel’s backing, Alivia gradually revealed her true nature. She became a complete campus bully. Her followers locked several classmates who had gossiped about her in the bathroom for an entire night, forbidding anyone from letting them out. They even stripped a girl who had merely spoken a few words to Daniel, tied her up on the playground for everyone to gawk at, and labeled her a “homewrecker.” Meanwhile, Alivia herself stood at a distance, laughing as she said, “Why are you guys playing pranks on classmates again?” Finally, after several such vicious incidents occurred in succession, with my covert encouragement, several victim classmates anonymously reported to the school and contacted the media. Ultimately, the school expelled the now-notorious Alivia. From then on, she completely let herself go, indulging in a life of debauchery and luxury. And there were less than ten days left until the date when Alivia and I would be reunited with the Morris family in my previous life.
The SAT exam was over. Walking out of the testing center, the post-rain sunlight bathed my face, and I felt an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction from deep within. Just like in my previous life, within a few days, we received the paternity test results delivered by the Morris family’s representatives and were brought back to the Morris estate. The moment I saw my parents, I perfectly feigned an expression of surprise and excitement. “Dad, Mom! I…” I choked up, unable to speak, tears streaming down uncontrollably as I threw myself into their embrace. However, when they learned that Alivia had become a rebellious dropout who spent her days hanging around nightclubs and living aimlessly, the smiles gradually faded from their faces. “Mom, Dad, Alivia has a bad reputation at school. She used to bully others and even made the news. If you reveal her identity now, wouldn’t that just subject her to more criticism?” I whispered softly in their ears. “Why don’t we wait until this whole thing blows over and let Alivia reflect on her mistakes and reform herself before bringing her back home?” I added gently. My parents and Luke fell into a brief silence. After a moment, they exchanged glances and said, “Alivia, you should stay outside for now. We don’t think you’re ready to come home yet.” Alivia, who had been basking in the joy of being acknowledged by her family, was instantly stunned by these words. She looked exactly like me in my previous life, desperately pleading with them to take her home too, only to be met with their impatient rejection and mockery. “Alivia, the way you are now, what could you possibly do at home? Make the Morris family the laughingstock of our social circle?” Luke said coldly, his eyes filled with disgust. Alivia stood to the side, clenching her fists tightly, tears falling continuously. And where they couldn’t see, I revealed a meaningful smile. I thought to myself: “Alivia, in this lifetime, let’s switch roles. This time, you’re the one not accepted by the family. How does it feel?”
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The college student tutor I hired, Amelia, claims she’s the female protagonist of a redemption novel. She’s forcing my husband Lucas to divorce me and marry her instead. She says only by marrying her can Lucas achieve great success and become like the male lead, inheriting billions in assets. After I discovered their affair, I threatened to expose Lucas’s reputation to make them break up. I thought I had saved my marriage, but that was just the beginning of my nightmare. I had stood by him through thick and thin, from having nothing to reaching the peak of his career. Together, we built our own business empire. I thought our hardships were finally over, but in the end, they conspired to lure me abroad where I died without even a complete corpse. Before I died, Lucas gritted his teeth and hissed viciously in my ear: “If you hadn’t stopped me from marrying Amelia, making me waste twenty years, I would’ve become a business tycoon long ago. You cost me so many years, and you still want to enjoy the good life with me? Go to hell!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amelia first told Lucas about “defying fate.” This time, Lucas chose to divorce me without hesitation, and even wanted my son Raymond, whom I raised single-handedly, to accept Amelia as his mother. I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore. They don’t know that I’m actually the real “redemption heroine.” Only those chosen by me can be the true male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is nothing. “Trust me, only I can help you change your fate. I’m the heroine of this redemption story! Marrying me now will save you twenty years of detours.” Amelia looked at Lucas with complete seriousness, gripping his sleeve tightly and refusing to let go. Seeing this familiar scene before me, I realized I had been reborn. Lucas quickly glanced at me, his face showing hesitation. “Dad, I want Amelia to be my mom. She says only by becoming her son can I reach the pinnacle like the male lead in novels. I don’t want to be this ordinary woman’s son and live a mediocre life.” Raymond looked at me with pure hatred, as if I were his greatest enemy. Raymond’s words seemed to convince Lucas, and he stopped pushing Amelia’s hand away. “Lucas, you better think this through. Miss this chance, and you won’t have me anymore.” Amelia winked at him, flashing a triumphant smile. Hearing this, Lucas immediately gripped her hand tightly, then turned to me and said: “Anne, let’s get divorced. A man should prioritize his career. I believe you’ll understand.” I watched the three of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family. I let out a cold laugh: “Fine, we can divorce. But this house and the car you’re driving now are mine. Pack your things and move out tonight, then I’ll sign the papers.” “You’ve got some nerve!” Lucas frowned and shouted at me: “You’re just a woman – you can live anywhere! If you take the house, where will my son and I live?” Afraid he might change his mind, Amelia quickly coaxed him in a low voice. “Lucas, what’s a house and car compared to what’s coming? With me by your side, are you worried about not making money? Don’t let small gains ruin the big picture.” After a moment of silence, Lucas snatched the agreement from Amelia’s hands and threw it in front of me. “Sign it now. We’ll get the divorce certificate tomorrow.” I signed the papers efficiently. Suddenly, Raymond rushed over and grabbed the agreement, flipping through it several times before looking at me with complete disbelief. “You’re not fighting for custody of me?” I was puzzled: “Didn’t you insist on having Amelia as your mom? Why would I fight for you?” “No! That’s not right!” Raymond suddenly screamed like he’d gone mad: “I absolutely refuse to live with an ordinary woman like you, but you can’t just abandon me!” What kind of logic is that? He can insult and humiliate me, but I can’t reject him? When you’re truly speechless, you really do laugh out loud. I burst into laughter, and my son looked terrified, asking frantically: “What… what are you laughing at?” “I’m laughing at how stupid and awful you are, with a brain like a donkey that’s been kicked by other donkeys.”
Lucas and I were both swamped with work and couldn’t keep up with Raymond’s studies, so I hired a tutor named Amelia to help out. Everything seemed normal at first, but one day Amelia mysteriously approached Lucas, claiming she had awakened her memories and insisting she was the female protagonist of a redemption novel who had come to save us. Initially, neither Lucas nor Raymond believed her. After all, Lucas was a straight-laced engineer who knew nothing about romance novels or redemption literature. But Amelia confidently told him that the next day he would get into a car accident due to drunk driving, miss delivering documents to his boss, and end up getting targeted at work. Lucas actually laughed out loud: “Drunk driving? That’s pretty far-fetched. I’m allergic to alcohol and haven’t touched a drop in over ten years. Besides, I’m an excellent driver—never had an accident.” Amelia wasn’t fazed and smiled, saying, “The plot has already been written. None of you can escape fate.” That very night, the hospital called me, saying Lucas had been in a car accident and needed surgery, asking me to rush over and sign the consent forms. It turned out that day, a cafeteria worker at his company had accidentally used brandy instead of cooking wine in the food. Lucas was in a hurry to leave and wolfed down a couple bites without noticing the taste. The alcohol hit him while driving, and he crashed straight into a roadside barrier. After the surgery, Lucas’s attitude toward Amelia completely changed. He stopped arguing against her “script theory” and became utterly devoted to believing every word she said. At first, Raymond would still defend me and make a fuss about kicking Amelia out. But Amelia wasn’t worried—she just used her old tricks again. Within days, Raymond had become her devoted follower, believing in her even more than his father did. Once Amelia had climbed into Lucas’s bed, she started demanding a divorce, declaring that she absolutely had to be the “female protagonist.” The double betrayal by Lucas and Raymond left me completely heartbroken. But I had invested too much in this family to give up easily, so I threatened Lucas with his reputation to make him break up with Amelia. I thought I could save my marriage, but that was just the beginning of the nightmare. I had stood by Lucas through his rise from obscurity to the peak of his career. We built our business empire together, and I thought we could finally enjoy the fruits of our labor. Who knew they would conspire to trick me into going abroad, drain my body of everything valuable, and leave me to die in a mass grave in a foreign land? That’s how my life ended so pathetically. Maybe heaven took pity on me and felt I didn’t deserve to die, giving me a chance to start over. Since Amelia was determined to save this family, I’d let her have her wish. Besides, I wanted to see for myself whether this father and son would completely fall apart once they learned the truth. The divorce went through quickly—I got the divorce certificate the next day. Amelia was overjoyed, turning the little green booklet over and over in her hands, unable to hide the smile on her face. Lucas looked at her with complete adoration, gently stroking her head as he said tenderly, “Are you really that happy? Does having me all to yourself make you this giddy?” Before Lucas could pull his hand back, I heard a sharp crack. Immediately, the smile froze on Lucas’s face as he clutched his arm, grimacing in pain. “Dad, what’s wrong with your hand?” Raymond was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat as he ran over, only to trip and fall flat on his face. I watched coldly as he lay there with his bruised and swollen face, silently taking a step back. Raymond burst into tears, reaching out his hand toward me, but I turned my head away, pretending not to see anything.
“Lucas, what happened to you? How did you dislocate your arm out of nowhere?” Amelia looked at Lucas with concern as he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The moment she reached out to touch his arm, he let out another agonizing scream. “CRACK!” The loud sound of bones shifting echoed through the lobby. Lucas’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot. Terrified, Amelia quickly called for an ambulance. Only then did she remember Raymond, who was still sprawled on the floor. She lifted her dress and rushed over, pulling Raymond to his feet. Just as Raymond stood up, a man nearby who had been watching the commotion accidentally spilled his coffee on the floor. Raymond slipped and fell headfirst onto the tile, leaving a pool of blood behind. In the end, the ambulance took both father and son away together. I walked out of the civil affairs office with a smile. The real show was just beginning. During Lucas’s hospital stay, he was constantly getting hurt—cut by a fruit knife, scalded by hot water, and occasionally bonked on the head by mischievous kids who wandered into his room. What should have been a one-week recovery after surgery turned into a month-long hospital stay due to all these random accidents. One time, when Amelia accidentally bumped his wound again and blood seeped through the bandages, Lucas finally lost his patience and kicked her out. Then he called me. “I’ve sent Amelia away. When you come, remember to bring some fruits—buy plenty of fruit. Don’t forget to get a urinal; my injured hand makes it hard to use the bathroom… Also, bring me some clean clothes. The doctor says I need to stay at least another week.” His casual, demanding tone on the other end made me roll my eyes. “We’ve been divorced for a month now.” “I knew you still cared about titles and status.” Lucas let out a cold laugh. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You definitely can’t bear to get divorced—this is all just your delaying tactic. You’re waiting for me to regret it and come back to you.” He even lowered his voice, pretending to be affectionate. “Now you’re getting what you wanted. Take good care of me, and I’ll naturally give you the ‘status’ you’re after.” I understood all too well—I’d spent the first half of my life doing all kinds of menial work under this so-called “wife status.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and simply replied seriously, “It’s not impossible for me to come over, but this counts as an urgent job, so you’ll need to pay me double the market rate. Transfer the money first.” “What wages?” Lucas was stunned for a moment, then seemed to catch on after a few seconds. “Oh, I get it—you’re testing me again. Women are all like this.” I hung up without wasting any more words on him. Soon enough, I received Lucas’s money transfer. I immediately called a housekeeping company. I specifically requested someone with great strength, a tough attitude, and the most customer complaints—preferably an older woman. The agency was incredibly efficient. Two hours later, they sent me a photo: Vicky, the elderly woman, was already in Lucas’s hospital room. I could see the five-foot-six woman roughly tearing at Lucas’s hospital gown, stripping him completely bare with her hands while scrubbing him harshly with a washcloth. She then grabbed Lucas’s head and forced him to eat durian, his least favorite fruit, scolding him while feeding him: “Didn’t you say to bring plenty of fruit? It’s right at your mouth and you’re still being picky? Acting like a three-year-old! At your age, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Lucas was tormented until his face turned bright red, hunched over the bedside vomiting violently, his breathing accompanied by whimpering sounds. “Hurry up and finish eating, then go to the bathroom. Don’t expect me to serve you if you wake me up in the middle of the night.” Vicky dragged out the bedpan I had asked her to buy from under the bed and yanked down Lucas’s pants. With Lucas naked and surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, he quickly covered his private parts, furious enough to curse. “It’s so small, what’s there to cover? I don’t even want to look. My grandson’s is bigger than yours!” Lucas’s face turned purple with rage as he hastily pulled his pants back up and screamed, “I’m not going! I’d rather die holding it in. Get away from me!” “Can’t pee? Got an infection?” Vicky put on an “I get it” expression and handed him a bottle of medicine. “Drink this medicine. It’s a diuretic, won’t hurt you.” Lucas touched his cracked lips and, not caring about anything else, gulped it down. Before he could take more than two sips, he immediately vomited it all out. “You… what does this medicine taste like? Why does it have a bloody smell?” “That can’t be right.” Vicky took back the medicine and said matter-of-factly, “I specially caught fresh toads and made this with their blood. Patients recover faster drinking this!” Lucas immediately started frantically sticking his fingers down his throat to induce vomiting. “You… ugh… what did you just say? Ugh…” Vicky looked completely indifferent: “Isn’t it just like the bullfrogs you city folks love to eat? What’s there to be disgusted about? Afraid you’ll scam me?” Lucas couldn’t maintain his tough act anymore. He foamed at the mouth and passed out directly, getting wheeled into the gastric lavage room by nurses. After all this commotion, Lucas was like a kite with a broken string, completely sent to the ICU. Vicky performed exceptionally well this time. Besides her salary, I gave her a bonus. Looking at the commission that hit my account, I suddenly felt that being a middleman was incredibly easy money. I was lying in a spa enjoying a massage when the system’s voice, which had been missing for most of Christmas, suddenly rang in my head. “Boss, how can you still be in the mood for this? I woke up and the sky is falling! ” The system shouted in my mind: “This world has collapsed into such a mess, and you can still get massages?” “Oh.” I lazily responded, “What else then? You weren’t there when I was tortured and left to die in the wilderness, but now you show up?” The system, knowing it was in the wrong, softened its voice a bit. “You can’t blame me entirely, right? Last time after you finished your mission, you insisted on staying and wouldn’t leave. I finally got a vacation, who knew a fake would pop up halfway through?” Hearing its slightly aggrieved voice, I almost wanted to laugh. I closed my eyes and recalled everything from my past life. Actually, I was the true female protagonist of this redemption novel. In the original story, I accompanied Lucas from a poor boy to a top-tier CEO, and upon completing the mission, I could claim rewards and return to the system world. But I happened to fall in love with Lucas, becoming one of those most worthless love-brained women. To stay in this world, I gave up all my points and rewards. In the end, my sincere feelings were misplaced, and it took losing my life to see him clearly. As for Amelia, she was just a passerby with bad luck attributes who accidentally awakened to the plot, and even then it was an incomplete “half-finished product” with missing pages. She thought that by kicking me out, she could leech off the protagonist’s luck and become the legitimate female lead. She would never imagine that I was actually the true master of this world. Whoever I choose becomes the male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is destined to have nothing.
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After my mom saw news online about socialites marrying into wealthy families, she immediately signed up for a free training program online. My sister Maria thought those classes were all for show and insisted on continuing her studies. But since my grades weren’t great, Mom forced me to attend that training program anyway. A few years later, I became an internet socialite with a stunning figure and married a divorced movie star, achieving a complete class transformation. Meanwhile, my sister failed in her advanced studies and couldn’t find a good job. Our parents constantly mocked her, saying she wasn’t as capable as me. She had a complete emotional breakdown and stabbed me to death at my wedding of the century, then killed herself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom excitedly asking me and my sister, “Which one of you wants to drop out and go to finishing school?” Maria beside me quickly stepped in front of me protectively, her voice full of excitement: “Me! I want to join the socialite program!” Looking at Maria’s excitement, I immediately knew she had been reborn just like me. I instinctively shrank back and didn’t dare speak up. Mom’s gaze swept over Maria, then turned to me. I quickly lowered my head and stayed silent. After a while, Mom asked me, “Rhett, do you want to give it a try?” Since my grades weren’t as good as my sister’s and I could barely make the top ten in my class, Mom was just asking casually. She already knew not to put all the family’s hopes on one person – you had to spread your eggs across different baskets and let us sisters take different paths. Hearing Mom ask this, Maria immediately turned to look at me, her eyes full of wariness and anger. I quickly shook my head with a sincere attitude: “How could I be as pretty as my sister? My figure isn’t as good as hers either. This kind of opportunity should go to her.” As soon as I finished speaking, Maria’s expression finally softened. She hugged Mom’s arm and shook it vigorously: “Mom, trust me, I’ll definitely become a top socialite and marry a rich man!” Mom finally nodded. Seeing Mom agree, Maria turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness and superiority. But she didn’t know yet that this training program was actually pure hell. It turned an ordinary girl into a puppet who only knew how to please men. In my previous life, I didn’t marry for love or money – I was dragged into living hell. Maria dragged her suitcase and, just like I had in my previous life, was sent by Mom to the training facility in the neighboring city. I didn’t dare relax at all and quickly grabbed my books to dive into studying. There was still a month before school started – this was my most crucial period. In my last life, my grades were poor, so even when I went to the training program, I could only study secretly, hoping to turn things around someday through specialized entrance exams. Unfortunately, everything spiraled out of control later, and death completely took away my chance. But this time, I was living again. This time, I seized the opportunity to study. Although my talent wasn’t as good as Maria’s and I had to rely on rote memorization, the recitation from my previous life actually made my foundation more solid. When I reopened the books to study this time, it wasn’t as difficult as before. I studied desperately for a month and finally looked forward to the first day of school. The day before school started, Maria suddenly made a video call home. She chatted enthusiastically with Mom about life at the facility and happily showed off her newly done double eyelids. She caught sight of me eating in the corner and immediately mocked: “Some people don’t have great grades and can’t seize opportunities like I can. They’ll probably end up working in a factory later, right?” Mom glanced at me and added insult to injury: “Our Maria is still smart and hardworking. The teacher specifically praised her a few days ago, saying she learns everything quickly and will definitely marry a capable man in the future.” I kept my head down, eating my rice without saying anything. Seeing me stay silent, Maria looked even more smug. “Mom, Dr. Joel Fairfax who did my double eyelids is also really good at noses, but you have to pay out of pocket. He said our class gets a 20% discount. My nose bridge is a bit flat – if I could raise it a little, I’d definitely look better on camera. Could you give me twenty thousand dollars first?” As soon as she said this, I immediately remembered the scene from my previous life. The training facility had three types of classes in total, each with independent instructors. This Joel was the cousin of our instructor Sally Domont, a third-rate plastic surgeon.
In my previous life, Joel had also visited our class, specifically targeting girls with single eyelids for double eyelid surgery. Later, he expanded to nose jobs, with Sally helping him promote his services everywhere. Whenever someone was willing to pay for surgery, Sally would greet them with smiles and endless encouragement. At the time, I felt twenty thousand dollars was too much of a burden for my family, and more importantly, I had no interest in going under the knife on my face, so I didn’t sign up. From then on, Sally’s attitude toward me turned cold. She spoke to me with passive-aggressive remarks and got other classmates to isolate me behind my back. Right then, when Dad heard my sister Maria asking for money, his face immediately darkened. “Twenty thousand dollars for a nose job? How long would it take me to earn that back? Absolutely not!” But Maria’s eyes welled up with tears as she immediately started acting cute. “But everyone else in class is getting it done! Sally even praised us!” Maria lowered her head and continued coaxing our parents in her soft voice, “Sally said wealthy men all prefer women with high, prominent noses—it brings good fortune to their husbands. Once I marry a rich husband, Dad, you’ll be able to just sit back and count money!” Hearing this, Mom immediately made the decision. “Do it! We absolutely have to do it!” I kept my head down and said nothing. Go ahead, I hope she can handle the consequences. After school started, I didn’t dare slack off for a single day. I knew the gap between me and other students was huge, so I forced myself to study relentlessly, staying after class to pester teachers with questions. My only entertainment was listening to Maria report her successes to the family every few days. Her nose was indeed done beautifully—high and perky—but that was just the initial glamour. Joel was ruthless, using cheap materials for his surgeries. They looked good at first, but over time they would become inflamed, ulcerated, and prone to collapse. Maria later asked the family for money two more times—once for bone shaving to slim her face, and once for cheek fillers. Mom seemed to have made up her mind completely, determined to cultivate my sister into a socialite. No matter how much Maria asked for, Mom would grit her teeth and scrape the money together. Now Maria’s face was indeed more refined than before—pointed chin, prominent nose bridge, and large double eyelids that made her eyes look round and big. Sally treasured her even more as a prized student, calling her sister and teaching her every trick to please men. Maria would show off to Mom every time. Mom’s attitude toward her had completely changed too. Before, she was cold to both of us sisters, since she and Dad had always wanted a son. Unfortunately, Dad’s health problems ten years ago had ended their hopes of having more children. Now Maria had become her precious darling, while I became the unwanted burden. My parents treated me like I was invisible, which suited me fine—it saved me from having to put on an act around them. That Christmas break, Maria finally came home, and Mom dragged me along to pick her up. The moment she stepped out of the rideshare, she looked like a completely different person. Only seventeen, but she’d styled herself in a mature yet youthfully innocent mix—a designer Chanel-style jacket, a new limited-edition handbag, big wavy curls sprayed with expensive perfume, a curvaceous figure, and makeup so precise that every eyelash was perfect. She casually tossed her luggage to Mom, who immediately passed it to me without looking back. As soon as we entered the neighborhood, all the neighbors out for their evening walks stared at her, with compliments flowing one after another. “That girl clearly has good fortune—she’s a real little princess.” “So beautiful! She’s definitely going places. I wish my daughter was half as pretty.” “If my son ever looks for a girlfriend, he should find someone like her!” These were all longtime neighbors, and their envious praise made Mom beam with joy. Maria wore that gentle, soft smile of hers, politely responding to each compliment. But when she glanced at me, the mockery in her eyes was completely unconcealed. I just kept my head down and stayed silent, following behind her and Mom, and once we got home, I dumped the luggage in the room and immediately retreated to my bedroom to study. Before long, Maria followed me in. Seeing the test papers spread across my desk, she grabbed them without a word and tore them all to shreds. Her long nails waved in front of my face, the nude-colored fake nails nearly poking into my eyes. “With your pig brain, studying is useless. You’ll end up working for others anyway, maybe even screwing bolts in a factory.” She plopped down on my desk, crossing her legs and resting them on my chair back, her lips curled in mockery, her eyes filled with malice and madness. She was completely different from the soft, adorable version of herself she showed outside. I said nothing and just kept my head down. She suddenly kicked my chair hard, then grabbed my chin with a grip so tight it felt like she wanted to crush me. “Let me tell you something—everything you had in your past life, I’m going to take in this one! And I’m going to live a hundred times better than you! Don’t put on that high-and-mighty act in front of me! I’m disgusted by your fake innocent look! The suffering you endured in your past life, you’ll go through it all again! Got it?” She shoved me away, snorted coldly, and walked out in her expensive high heels. I watched her retreating figure, the corner of my mouth lifting in a silent smile. To completely destroy a venomous snake, you first have to lure it out and let it bite itself. Did Maria really think I would easily let go of the person who had killed me with her own hands this time?
In my previous life, I was forced to undergo plastic surgery, liposuction, breast augmentation, and even had two ribs removed from my waist. What suffocated me most was that genital reconstruction surgery. The pain wasn’t just physical—it felt like they were carving away pieces of my dignity. Not to mention those mandatory shame classes every night—teaching us how to please men, how to make them dependent on you, how to serve them like a perfect sex toy. This so-called socialite training academy claimed to teach us how to package ourselves as refined ladies, but in reality, it was just grooming girls to become playthings for wealthy men. I gritted my teeth and secretly called home, only to receive not rescue, but a torrent of curses from my mother. I spent little money and earned them little profit, so naturally I became the most useless one. After enduring several Christmases in that hellhole, I was nearly drained into an empty shell. Then, a turning point appeared. When the training academy was selecting a target for me, they chose a twice-divorced movie star—the same man who almost married me in my previous life, Evren Wynn. Actually, the academy didn’t want to waste much effort on me initially, but at a drinking party, he set his sights on me. He sent me jewelry and money, but the academy confiscated everything, claiming it was payment for the tuition I owed them. This training academy was never free—the bill just came later. The girls who weren’t picked by tycoons or old men met even worse fates. The contracts were filled with clauses designed to squeeze people dry—if you couldn’t climb up, you could only sink down. When Evren chose me, I found it absurd myself, but soon Sally had mapped out a “transformation” plan for me. From his ex-wife’s habits to his preferred lipstick shades, they helped me replicate everything one-to-one until I became his ideal type. I wasn’t without suspicions about his motives, thinking he just wanted a new plaything, but I never expected him to propose to me in front of so many people. My parents went crazy with excitement, and Sally felt she had produced an ace. That night, staring at the engagement ring, my heart was in turmoil. I thought I could finally escape the cage through this marriage, but deep down I knew this was just trading one hell for another hell dressed in flowers. While I hesitated, my phone received two strange messages. 【Run. Don’t say yes to him.】 【He’s a pervert, and his family is even worse.】 I sent back a question mark. Soon after, a pitifully clean burner account added me. 【Believe it or not, but if you really marry into that family, you won’t just be serving him alone. His father, his son, and himself—they’ll take turns. They’ll also film that stuff to blackmail you. Think it through!】 I felt like someone had slammed my heart with an iron hammer, and I nearly suffocated. 【Who are you?】 【A victim.】 At that time, Maria happened to be home for Christmas. With relatives visiting, she appeared poised and articulate, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She could cook wonderfully, and besides that, everything she said and did was flawless. The relatives looked at her like she was the family’s pride. Uncle Leo, after drinking, pointed at her and praised loudly: “You Lancasters have raised a wonderful daughter! Look at Maria’s appearance, her temperament—she’ll definitely marry into a good family.” My mother beamed with joy, waving her hand with false modesty: “She can marry whoever she wants, we won’t interfere!” Aunt Jane laughed even more enthusiastically: “Well, she should find a wealthy man to match our Maria. Maria, tell us what kind of person you’re looking for?” Maria blinked, smiled sweetly, and shyly pointed at the man singing on the living room TV, like a proper bashful young lady. “I already have a target—it’s him.” The man on TV was the same one who had driven me to desperation in my previous life—Evren Wynn.
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My name is Camila Schmidt. My fiancé Anton Reeds keeps a woman named Nora Richards in his private estate. She bears a striking resemblance to how I looked in my younger days. He buys her the most expensive jewelry, takes her on private jet trips around the world, yet never allows her to step within my sight. Everyone in our circle knows I’m his bottom line. He even assigned four bodyguards to my cat simply because I once casually mentioned being “afraid it might get lost.” But this time, emboldened by Anton’s affection, Nora began openly provoking me. She inserted a video of her and Anton in bed into our wedding presentation. She said, “Ms. Schmidt, I know I’m just a kept woman, but Mr. Reeds has been replacing your daily vitamins with sleeping pills just to see me. During these days of preparing for your wedding, he’s been increasing the dosage to make you take them, all so he could be intimate with me.” That moment, I finally understood that the young man who once would have done anything for me had long since changed. I wiped away my tears, turned off the video, and dialed a number that had been gathering dust. I said, “In seven days, I want to turn my wedding into a funeral, so he’ll never find me again.” ***** The call had barely ended when Anton burst through the door in a panic. He said, “Camila, did I do something wrong? Why did you sell the wedding dress I designed for you myself?” His voice trembled as he pulled out several gowns he’d bought back, his expression complex. I didn’t respond, just watched him quietly. Every time Anton cheated, he would personally design a new dress for me. Including the one he’d just started sketching three days ago on our anniversary—still unfinished—there were twelve in total. I smiled softly. Once, I considered these dresses symbols of love. I thought they were how he, as a top designer, expressed his affection. Now I knew they were just his way of compensating for betrayal with guilt. “I just felt they were getting outdated,” I said calmly, leaving no trace of suspicion. Anton frowned slightly but still pulled me into his embrace. He asked, “Camila, is everything really okay?” Seeing me shake my head, he finally relaxed, his voice tender as he declared his love: “Camila, don’t worry. No matter how this world changes, I’ll always love you the same way.” Hearing this ridiculous sweet talk, I merely curved my lips slightly without responding. He tactfully ended the topic, turning to tie on an apron and playing the role of the devoted homebody lover as usual. However, before the first dish even hit the pan, his phone started ringing. I watched the busy figure in the kitchen and deliberately raised my voice: “Anton, someone’s calling you.” “Could you answer it for me?” he replied instinctively. I raised an eyebrow at the caller ID showing “Customer” and pressed accept. “Mr. Reeds, when are you coming to see me?” A sickeningly sweet voice came through the moment the call connected. At the same time, Anton rushed out of the kitchen, spatula in hand. Seeming to realize his reaction was too intense, he smiled somewhat guiltily: “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a work issue.” He reached for the phone while speaking, his expression growing more panicked when he saw the caller ID. I handed him the phone with an indifferent expression: “The call just connected, but they haven’t said anything yet.” He quickly took back the phone, hung up, and avoided eye contact. He asked, “Camila, you really didn’t hear anything?” I nodded: “If you’re busy with work, I can just grab something simple to eat. You should handle it first.” This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Anton nodded, came over to hug me: “There really is something at the studio. I’ll come back after I handle it. You eat first.” I didn’t expose the dismissiveness in his words, just nodded again. The moment the door closed, rain began falling without warning. My phone also showed a new message. 【Ms. Schmidt, even though you’re about to get married, didn’t Mr. Reeds still abandon you in a storm and rush out to find me because of one word from me?】 In that moment, my heart turned completely cold. Anton’s choice had already revealed everything—the true answer in his heart. I stood up, opened my phone contacts, composed a message, and sent it. 【In seven days, please help me fake my death and escape. I’ve already figured out how I want to die.】 Seven days from now would be my wedding day, and also the day I decided to leave.
That night, Anton didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he’d be staying at the studio for the next few days to handle work. In the days that followed, I never received another message from Anton. But it didn’t matter—Nora always kept me updated on Anton’s whereabouts. They went mountain climbing together, embracing and kissing at sunrise. They watched the ocean side by side, whispering sweet nothings under the sunset. Anton even took her to Hawaii, the place I’d always wanted to visit, where they made love. Two days before the wedding, they went through an entire box of condoms. Only then did Anton finally come home. He brought me a pair of wedding rings he’d designed himself, gently pulling me into his arms. He said, “Camila, I’m sorry. There’s been so much going on at the company lately that I haven’t been able to spend proper time with you. These are the wedding rings I personally designed for you. After the wedding, I’ll take you to Hawaii for our honeymoon—the place you’ve always wanted to go.” I didn’t expose his lies, just looked up at him numbly. “I don’t want to go to Hawaii anymore.” Hearing this, Anton froze for a moment, then smiled and pulled me closer. “That’s fine, I’ll go along with whatever you want. We’ll go wherever you’d like.” His voice was gentle as he said, “Just thinking that in two days I’ll be able to marry you makes me so excited I can’t sleep. I never imagined that the promise I made at eighteen could actually be fulfilled now that I’m twenty-five.” His eyes still sparkled as brightly as they had when he was eighteen, but my heart no longer raced the way it used to. The heavy cologne he wore carried a faint hint of jasmine, making me feel dizzy. My eyes began to sting. Memories flashed through my mind one by one. At eighteen that winter, I lost both my parents, and my life suddenly plunged into darkness. That’s when Anton appeared. He burst into my world radiating light, pulling me out of the abyss. He told me, “Camila, don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side. If your world is nothing but darkness, then I’ll be your light.” From that moment on, someone named Anton became part of my life. To protect that last glimmer of light, I had once given everything for him without hesitation. Back then, the head of the Reeds family was a notorious womanizer who, besides Anton, had two other illegitimate sons. Anton’s path to inheritance wasn’t smooth. The day before he was to officially take over, those two illegitimate sons had him kidnapped. To save him, I desperately threw myself in front of him and was stabbed. As a result, I have a gruesome ten-centimeter scar across my chest. After that incident, those who had once looked down on me changed their tune, respectfully calling me Anton’s fiancée and truly accepting me. And every time we made love, Anton would look at the scar on my chest and cry from heartbreak. But I felt my heart overflow with sweetness, believing it was proof of my love for him. The happier I smiled, the more heartbroken he cried. But now, everything has changed. I raised my hand to gently touch the spot on my chest. This scar—I don’t want to keep it anymore. And Anton—I don’t want him anymore either.
That night, as soon as I lay down in bed, Anton moved closer to me. The moment his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, I caught it. “I’m a bit tired,” I said, turning away from him and fighting back nausea. I knew perfectly well that Anton had been with plenty of women over the years. Those women all bore some resemblance to who I used to be—whether in appearance, personality, or voice. I knew Anton didn’t love them, and he didn’t love me either. What he truly loved was the memory of that bright, radiant Camila who was willing to sacrifice everything for him. Anton withdrew his hand with obvious displeasure. “Well, you’ll be my wife in two days anyway. I’ll let you off the hook tonight.” “Mm,” I responded softly, my voice slightly muffled. The room fell quiet, and he still hadn’t noticed anything unusual about me. After a moment of silence, he sat up. “I just remembered I have some business to handle at the company. Tomorrow at 2 PM, my custom wedding dress and shoes will be delivered to the studio.” He paused, his tone softening slightly: “Just come straight to the studio to find me tomorrow.” His voice carried obvious displeasure, and like before, he was waiting for me to take the initiative to ask him to stay. But I didn’t want to do that anymore. People you can’t hold onto—no amount of pleading will make a difference. Anton got dressed, and just as his hand touched the door handle, I suddenly called out to him: “Anton, if I wanted to remove this scar, would you agree?” Anton froze for a moment, then nodded with obvious delight: “Of course I’d agree.” Perhaps realizing his emotions were too intense, he composed himself slightly, crouched down beside my bed, and his tone became gentle: “I just want you to look beautiful when you put on your wedding dress.” Looking at the deep affection in his eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh. Initially, Anton’s tears were genuine every time he saw that scar. But later, those tears gradually became mixed with irritation, impatience, and weariness. Every time he saw this scar, he was reminded of his own suppressed past, of the debt he owed me. He had repeatedly urged me to remove the scar, but I had never agreed. I never expected that my refusal would make me part of his suppressed past too. The moment the door closed, my tears finally broke free, sliding down my cheeks and soaking the pillow. Early the next morning, I went to the dermatology clinic. On my way to the clinic, I received a message from Nora: [Camila, I’m going to the studio today to help you try on the wedding dress. You don’t mind, do you?] My fingertips trembled slightly. I didn’t reply, just took a screenshot and saved it, planning to package it with other things as a gift for Anton when I left. Lying on the operating table, the cold sensation of the anesthetic needle piercing my skin made me shiver. I said, “Let’s begin.” I closed my eyes, and images of eighteen-year-old Anton and Camila floated through my mind. I thought to myself that if it were Anton from back then, he would surely feel heartbroken for me right now. The surgery went smoothly, though it was extremely painful. But when I saw my smooth skin restored, a slight smile curved my lips. From now on, neither my body nor my heart would bear any trace of Anton. After the surgery, I received another message from Nora, this time with a photo. In the photo, Anton and she were wearing a suit and wedding dress, looking so perfectly matched it was blinding. If you didn’t look carefully, I might have actually thought Anton had gotten his wish and found the “eighteen-year-old Camila” he preferred. I smirked mockingly. At 2:30 PM, I arrived at Anton’s studio right on time. He was focused on a PowerPoint presentation on his computer screen, his face glowing with anticipation for our future life together. Seeing me enter, he waved happily and casually picked up the wedding dress beside him to hand to me. He said, “Camila, try this one on! I spent over half a month designing this wedding dress and specially commissioned overseas master tailors to handcraft it. You’ll look absolutely stunning in it!” I took the wedding dress, and as I casually examined it, I noticed the lining had been torn open. I looked at Anton with a smile: “Anton, why is there a tear in this wedding dress? Someone else hasn’t worn it before, have they?” Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Anton’s eyes: “How could that be possible? This dress was specially designed by me for you—it’s one of a kind in the world. How could anyone else have worn it?” He unconsciously clenched his fists, betraying his guilty conscience. “Then I’ll just change to a different one,” I said casually, pointing to a strapless train gown nearby. Anton frowned slightly: “But Camila, didn’t you say you only wanted to wear a wedding dress I designed?” “But it’s already torn,” I said, looking at him with a calm tone: “You wouldn’t want me wearing a damaged wedding dress at our wedding, would you?” Knowing he was in the wrong, Anton could only nod in agreement. When I emerged wearing the strapless train wedding dress, a flash of amazement crossed Anton’s eyes. But quickly, his expression turned to regret. I don’t know when his so-called love had become a form of constraint. He wanted me to forever remain that eighteen-year-old Camila—obedient, compliant, moving forward according to his rhythm. But I was already twenty-five. Anton approached, about to offer praise, but his gaze inadvertently fell on my chest, and he froze completely: “You really had the scar removed?” His fingers trembled as he gently touched the area around my collarbone. I nodded, turned in a circle in front of the mirror, my tone indifferent: “Didn’t I ask you about it yesterday? You were very supportive of me doing this.” As my words fell, Anton’s eyes involuntarily reddened. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a single word. As I requested, the wedding was ultimately held on a luxury cruise ship. I sat quietly in the bridal suite, dressed in my wedding gown, waiting. Just then, Nora couldn’t help but send me another message. 【Camila, tell me, if I showed up at the wedding, would Mr. Reeds still choose you?】 【I’ll be honest with you—I’m on the ship right now. He spent the night in my room last night.】 【He doesn’t love you at all. What’s the point of taking up Mrs. Reeds’ position? Why don’t you just give it to me?】 Her words were brazen, making no attempt to hide her ambition and desire. I looked at Anton not far away, head down, staring at his phone. He frowned one moment, then broke into a tender smile the next. For the first time, I replied to her: 【As you wish.】 Just as I sent that message, Anton pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at me in my wedding dress through the mirror, his eyes filled with amazement. “Camila, you’re beautiful.” He sat down beside me, unconsciously rubbing his hands together like a nervous young man confessing to his crush for the first time. I took out a gift box I’d prepared earlier from my purse and handed it to him. Just as he was about to unwrap it, I gently pressed my hand over his. “This is my wedding gift to you. Wait until after the ceremony to open it.” He nodded in agreement, his eyes showing both anticipation and nervousness about the upcoming ceremony. Just as the makeup artist was about to touch up my eyebrows, he suddenly spoke up to stop her. He took the eyebrow pencil from the makeup artist’s hand and stood behind me. “Camila, let me draw your eyebrows for you,” he said with a smile. I nodded slightly. I suddenly remembered a story we’d read when we first met. The male protagonist had a wonderful relationship with his wife and often drew her eyebrows for her. Ever since then, to express his love, Anton had become obsessed with drawing my eyebrows too. Except he hadn’t done it in two years. I met his gaze through the mirror. “Anton, do you remember the promise you made to me when we were together?” This question made him pause in his eyebrow drawing. “I hate deception more than anything. If you ever lie to me, I’ll disappear forever, and you’ll never find me again.” His fingers trembled slightly, and the eyebrow line accidentally went beyond its outline. I looked at my slightly disheveled makeup in the mirror and calmly curved my lips. “What’s wrong?” “Camila, I would never lie to you. I truly love you.” I didn’t respond, only gestured for the makeup artist to take over and continue the work. After the wedding ceremony began, Anton nervously held my arm but kept glancing toward the entrance. I noticed his fidgeting, and the last trace of warmth in my heart quietly faded away. He hadn’t treasured my final day by his side. With his tacit approval, Nora had boldly replaced our wedding slideshow with a video of them in bed together. The moment the footage appeared, Anton panicked and shouted for someone to turn off the video. “Camila, let me explain!” He gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid I might run away. Only after the video was cut off did I slowly lift my head to look at him, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Seeing me smile made Anton even more nervous. He swallowed hard, seeming to sense that something was quietly slipping away. Under the gaze of all the guests, I shook off his hand, turned around, and rushed out of the wedding venue without hesitation. When he chased me to the edge of the deck, just one step away from me, I leaped into the vast ocean. Seeing me jump, Anton’s eyes widened as he lunged forward with a roar, but couldn’t even touch the hem of my dress. In the moment of falling, I smiled as I shed the last tear of my life. Anton, in this lifetime, we shall never meet again.
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After pretending to have amnesia, I, Stella Reid, deliberately asked my husband Ashton Sanders and son Nate Sanders: “Who are you?” After a moment of silence, Ashton told me: “My son and I are here to visit my wife. We got the wrong room.” Upon hearing this, Nate immediately pulled Ashton toward the next room: “Sorry, Dad and I are going to see Mom now.” The patient in the next room was Ashton’s first love, Audrey Collins. ***** After falling down the stairs, I was rushed to the hospital. Looking at Ashton and Nate standing at my door, I suddenly remembered Nate once complaining: “Mom, why are you so serious every day? You’re no fun.” Recalling that my fall was caused by Nate scattering glass marbles at the top of the stairs, I deliberately put on a confused expression and asked softly: “Who are you?” I expected to see panic or worry on their faces, but the result was completely unexpected. After a moment of silence, Ashton calmly said: “My son and I are here to visit my wife. Sorry, we got the wrong room.” I looked at Nate. Though he was young, despite his efforts to hide it, I caught a glimpse of barely concealed joy on his face. I was stunned. Nate tugged at Ashton’s sleeve, signaling him to lean down so he could whisper in his ear. Though his voice was low, I could read lips and clearly understood what he said: “Dad, since Mom has amnesia, can’t you trick her into signing divorce papers and then marry Ms. Collins? I really like Ms. Collins and want her to be my new mom.” My heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss, trembling with cold. I never imagined that the child I carried for ten months and nearly died giving birth to would encourage his father to divorce me. I knew his personality—this wasn’t a joke. He was serious! Before Ashton could respond, Nate was already eagerly pulling him toward the next room: “Sorry, Dad and I are going to see Mom now.” Enduring excruciating pain, I quietly moved to the door of the adjacent room and watched through the crack, silently observing everything happening inside. I saw Nate holding the woman’s hand while Ashton embraced both of them, their similar faces filled with adoration and tenderness. When I saw the woman’s face clearly, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, my entire body frozen in place. This woman was Ashton’s first love, Audrey. They circled around Audrey, coaxing her to be happy and take her medicine, looking so humble that no one would imagine they were a business tycoon and child prodigy who dominated the corporate world. Nate said sweetly: “Ms. Collins, you don’t know—my mom lying in bed looks like a limp piece of meat. It’s disgusting to look at. When can you become my mom? Then you could replace my mom at parent-teacher conferences.” He chattered on endlessly, but my heart felt like it was being sliced by knives, bleeding profusely. I truly never expected that the two people I treasured most would despise me so much. I couldn’t bear to watch this warm family of three any longer and numbly returned to my room. The nurse saw me return and came forward with concern to support me: “You need to rest well after just waking up. The doctor said you have a mild concussion.” While skillfully treating my wounds, she chatted: “That family of three next door is really making a big fuss. The woman just has a small cut on her finger, but those two act like the sky is falling, nearly turning the hospital upside down, as if that little wound might affect the baby in her belly.” Hearing the nurse’s words, I felt extremely shocked. After finishing with my wounds, she asked with concern: “Where’s your family? Your condition is quite serious—you really need someone to take care of you.” I forced a bitter smile and said weakly: “I don’t have any family. My husband and son are both dead.” That day, I lay in the hospital for a while before insisting on completing the discharge procedures. I firmly told the doctor that my husband and child had died, and that I didn’t know Ashton and Nate. As for everything else, I remembered it all clearly. The doctor explained to Ashton that I might be experiencing temporary amnesia caused by the concussion—I might never remember, or my memory could return the next day. Ashton and Nate visibly relaxed, looking almost pleased. After showing up briefly at my bedside, they spent almost all their time in Audrey’s room. On the day I was discharged, it was that kind little nurse who escorted me out of the hospital. She looked deeply concerned about me. She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up as I was getting into the car: “Ms. Reid, are Mr. Sanders and Nate your family? They’ve been staying with Ms. Collins these past few days. Maybe you should pay attention to that?” The nurse had overheard Ashton’s conversation with the doctor, and her expression was full of sympathy for my situation. I silently thanked her for her kindness, then said firmly: “That’s impossible. My husband and child died long ago—they perished in a fire. Ashton and Nate are nothing but strangers to me.” After saying this, I got into the car, but my thoughts drifted back to that nightmarish fire three years ago. I’ll never forget that day when I lost the child in my womb and my ability to ever become a mother again. That day, I had just discovered I was pregnant and was preparing to share the good news with Ashton. But he came home drunk and immediately started mocking me, saying I was nothing but a parasite clinging to him. Meanwhile, Nate was sick again. I was juggling caring for a patient and dealing with this drunk man, completely overwhelmed. I made Ashton some honey lemon tea and coaxed him into drinking it, then devoted all my attention to caring for Nate. After finally getting his condition to improve somewhat, exhausted from pregnancy, I couldn’t hold on any longer and dozed off beside the bed. That’s why I didn’t notice what was happening with Ashton. He had somehow found a lighter and set the living room on fire, then fell into a deep sleep. But he hadn’t completely extinguished the flame, and the embers ignited things around the house. By the time I discovered it, the fire had already spread. I carried Nate on my back and dragged the dead-drunk Ashton out of the burning house. I protected them both well, but my face was burned by the flames, and the shock caused me to miscarry. That miscarriage also took away my ability to conceive again. Afterward, Ashton blamed me for being careless. I loved him so deeply then that when he frowned and questioned me, I felt overwhelming guilt and took all the blame upon myself. If only I had stayed alert that night. From that day forward, they looked at me with disgust, their eyes filled with revulsion whenever they saw the hideous, incurable scars on my face.
I returned home to find Ashton and Nate already inside, along with Audrey. They were seated around the dining table, which was laden with an elaborate spread of food. The moment I stepped through the door, I saw Ashton peeling shrimp for Audrey while Nate eagerly competed with him, both men racing to shell the seafood. Audrey’s plate was piled high with the shrimp they’d prepared for her. I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Seeing me return, the smiles vanished from their faces instantly, and the atmosphere grew heavy, as if I were an unwelcome intruder. Ashton frowned, his tone sharp with displeasure: “Why are you back?” Hearing his accusatory question, I almost wanted to laugh. Instead of responding, I silently changed my shoes and walked up the stairs, looking down at them from above: “This is my house. Why shouldn’t I be able to come back?” Audrey spoke up, somewhat uneasily: “Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Sanders and Nate are just concerned about my pregnancy and want to take care of me. There’s nothing more to it.” Looking at Audrey, honestly, I didn’t hate her—I even had to thank her. She had shown me the true nature of these two men I loved so deeply. Audrey was Ashton’s first love. During college, they were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. I’d never seen Ashton love anyone so passionately, as if he’d willingly lay the entire world at her feet. But her family wasn’t well-off. Near graduation that year, the Sanders family business hit hard times. To weather the crisis, Ashton’s father Carson Sanders brought him to my family, hoping to arrange a marriage alliance. The Reid family’s enterprises spanned both political and business circles—far beyond what the Sanders family could reach. It was just that my father had once been saved by Carson in his youth, and when I returned from abroad and fell for Ashton at first sight, the engagement was settled. Looking back on all these years with Ashton, I was like someone under a spell, devoted to him wholeheartedly. Even when he often treated me coldly, even when he maintained contact with Audrey and always rushed to her side whenever she needed him—I endured it all. I kept believing that if I just treated him a little better, I could replace Audrey’s place in his heart. So when I was sick, he stayed by the seaside with a sleepless Audrey. He missed every one of my prenatal appointments because Audrey always had some trivial matter requiring his help. Even on the day I gave birth, when Audrey had a nightmare, he stayed by her side. Looking back now, I was utterly foolish. I actually believed I could replace his first love. Ashton was right—I truly couldn’t recognize my place. But what broke my heart most was that even my child chose to stand with Audrey. When he said those words—”I want Ms. Collins to be my new mommy”—my heart died completely. Nate said with displeasure, “Why didn’t you greet Ms. Collins?” Seeing the disgust in Nate’s eyes, even though my heart had long since died, I couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang of pain. This was the child I had loved for seven Christmases. Suddenly, Nate took Audrey’s hand and said, “Ms. Collins, why don’t you stay at our house? You’re carrying my little brother or sister, so we can’t be careless. Our house is spacious and luxurious – you’ll be very comfortable here. You need to rest well, and I’m looking forward to teaching them when they’re born.” He glanced at me and added loudly, “The bedroom on the third floor is perfect – you should stay there.” The third-floor bedroom was mine and Ashton’s room. Hearing this, Ashton looked at Nate with approval. Nate’s words were exactly what he wanted to hear. Actually, on the way home, I had already investigated everything. Three Christmases ago, when that fire happened, Audrey’s parents had just died in a car accident. At that time, the Sanders family had a project that needed the Reid family’s support. So under pressure from the Reid family, Ashton couldn’t accompany Audrey to handle her parents’ funeral arrangements – he couldn’t even be by her side. That’s why Ashton got completely drunk that night, because he didn’t want to face me. Under Ashton’s deliberate guidance, Nate gradually developed feelings for the gentle and considerate Audrey. While I only checked his homework every day, never joked around, and wore outdated clothes. Thinking about this, I unconsciously looked down at my clothes and smiled bitterly. After getting together with Ashton, I discovered he didn’t like luxury, so I gave up those expensive jewelry and handbags. Later, after Nate was born, because he didn’t like being cared for by nannies and would cry whenever he left me, I had to take care of him personally, naturally having no time to focus on my appearance. Now it seemed I really couldn’t compare to Audrey, who dressed elegantly and fashionably. Seeing my pale expression, Audrey hesitated and said somewhat dejectedly, “Nate, you and your family are the real family here. I’m just an outsider – it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay. Besides, if I just move in like this, Ms. Reid probably won’t be happy about it.” Nate held her hand and kept acting cute, pouting as he said, “She wouldn’t dare be unhappy! Don’t worry, she always listens to Dad and me. You don’t need to worry about these things – I really hope we can become a family. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. How wonderful it would be if you were my mother.” Nate was truly Ashton’s child – it seemed like from birth he knew I cared about him and his father, and also seemed to know I would never resist the two of them. Watching this performance they were putting on downstairs, I suddenly laughed out loud: “Did you forget that this is my house? The deed has my name on it. And who exactly are you two to dare put on this show in my own home?”
Hearing my words, Ashton shot me a cold glance. “Stella, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Audrey is pregnant, and she needs proper care as an expectant mother. Can’t you stop being so selfish?” Hearing my words, Ashton shot me a cold glance. “Stella, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Audrey is pregnant, and she needs proper care as an expectant mother. Can’t you stop being so selfish?” My gaze unconsciously fell on the spot where I had fallen. It had been cleaned spotless, and the harmful glass beads had been thrown away by the butler, Jaxon Sims. But the surveillance footage Jaxon had shown me kept flashing through my mind. I saw Nate clutching a handful of glass beads, secretly scattering them at the top of the stairs, then grinning maliciously as he shouted from downstairs: “Mommy, my head hurts so bad!” I also saw him standing there watching my unconscious body after I tumbled down, with no intention of calling for help. Only when Jaxon and the servants he had sent away returned did he put on an act of panic and rush toward me. These images were burned into my memory, making my whole body tremble. I couldn’t believe that the child I had fought so hard to bring into this world could have such a vicious heart. Before, when he favored Audrey, I always comforted myself that Nate was still young and didn’t understand. But now, I truly couldn’t deceive myself anymore. Hadn’t I been good enough to Ashton and Nate? Hadn’t I been humble enough for them? Why did they have to treat me this way? I let out a cold laugh and looked at Jaxon. “Since when do we allow strangers in this house? And they’re being so arrogant right in front of me. Throw them out. Oh, and that woman is pregnant, so be gentle—we don’t want her to miscarry and have them blame me for it.” Jaxon nodded and immediately called the security guards. Ashton’s face darkened. “What do you mean? Don’t you want to make this marriage work anymore?” I covered my mouth in mock surprise and asked sarcastically, “Who are you people? Your wife is pregnant—why are you living in my house? Is this some kind of refugee shelter?” Ashton roared, “Enough! Have you lost your mind? How dare you humiliate us like this!” I dropped the smile from my face and stared at Ashton quietly. Seven years ago, the first time I saw him at Reid Manor, I fell for him instantly. But now I realized he had become so foreign to me, so foreign that it filled me with dread. He continued, “If you hadn’t forced me to break up with Audrey back then, I would have married her and had children with her long ago.” Hearing this, I actually laughed. The security guards arrived quickly and politely escorted Audrey out. As for Ashton and Nate, they weren’t so courteous—they simply threw them out of the villa. I stood at the doorway, watching their pathetic retreat, and finally felt some of the resentment in my heart dissipate. Ashton said angrily, “Stella, after treating us like this, don’t expect me to make things easy for you.” While helping Nate up, he asked Audrey with concern if she was hurt. Audrey’s eyes darted around before she immediately clutched her belly and cried out in pain. Seeing this, Nate flew into a rage and charged at me. He moved too fast, and having just been discharged from the hospital, my body was still weak. He knocked me to the ground with one push. Sharp pain shot through me, but Nate wasn’t satisfied. He raised his fist and said viciously, “If anything happens to my little brother or sister, I’ll never forgive you.” Just as his fist was about to come down, the security guard reacted quickly and grabbed his hand. I stared at him coldly while Nate continued struggling, trying to lunge at me. I laughed bitterly in despair. “I really raised an ungrateful bastard.” After a pause, I spoke slowly, “Ashton, let’s get divorced.”
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