Author: Momo Chan

My daughter Zoey Meyer made a wish in German over her birthday candles: “I hope Lucia can be my mom this Christmas.” My husband Liam Meyer laughed and ruffled her hair: “You’ll get your wish soon enough.” I, Eloise Griffin, stood frozen in place as the cake slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. Liam looked concerned: “What’s wrong?” I shook my head repeatedly, forcing a smile: “I just lost my grip.” Only I knew that I’d panicked because I understood the German, and that’s why I dropped the cake. ***** Liam seemed to have forgotten that I grew up in Germany and only returned to the States for college. Back then, when he learned about my German upbringing, he studied German just to get closer to me. Even Zoey’s German was something I taught her bit by bit. Now, Liam was wiping up the mess on the floor with a towel. Then he cut another slice of cake and held it up to feed me. He said: “It’s okay, I’ll feed you.” This time, I didn’t take it. Instead, I stepped back. I said: “I don’t want any now.” Zoey stuffed a big bite of cake in her mouth and pouted: “I’m still here, you know! You two are being so sweet it’s making me sick!” Zoey just turned seven this Christmas, still had baby fat on her cheeks, and looked just like Liam with the same delicate, beautiful features. Right in front of Zoey, Liam pulled me into his arms and raised an eyebrow: “Being good to my wife is just what I do. Sweet daughter, you’d better get used to it.” Zoey put her cake down on the table and ran over to snuggle into my arms. She said: “No way, it’s my birthday today, so Mommy belongs to me.” Zoey hugged me tight, but I didn’t smile and pat her head like I usually would. Sensing something was off, Zoey looked up with a pitiful expression: “Mommy, why aren’t you hugging me back? Are you going to team up with Daddy to pick on me now?” Liam chuckled. I looked at Zoey and said flatly: “I’m wondering if my daughter and husband, who seem to love me so much, have found someone else they like better on the outside.” Zoey froze instantly: “Mommy, what are you talking about?” Liam’s smile disappeared immediately. When he looked up, his eyes were full of tender affection as he took my hand and caressed it. He said: “Of course, Zoey and I both love you most. Why would you think otherwise?” I quietly pulled my hand away. Even now, they still wanted to lie to me. They’d clearly forgotten that what I hated most was deception. When I married Liam, I told him that if I ever discovered he was hiding anything from me, I would leave him forever. And he had sworn in front of everyone that he would be faithful to me for life. If he really had betrayed me, I would choose to return to Germany and never see him again. But now I didn’t know how long he’d been cheating, and even my beloved daughter was taking the side of his other woman! Five years of guidance and devotion had turned to nothing in an instant. I thought I would break down crying, that I’d fight and scream at them. Surprisingly, I felt calm—so calm that I could think about what to do next. I roughly pushed Zoey away from me: “I’m tired. You two eat without me.”

When I pulled Zoey away, her eyes were filled with disbelief. I had no intention of comforting her and simply listened quietly as she began crying behind me. Liam gently consoled Zoey: “Don’t cry, Mommy might not be feeling well. I’ll go check on her. Zoey, you need to be good, okay?” Liam gently consoled Zoey: “Don’t cry, Mommy might not be feeling well. I’ll go check on her. Zoey, you need to be good, okay?” Zoey sniffled and softly responded. Just as I was about to close the bedroom door, Liam forced his way in. I saw a message suddenly pop up on his phone: [Do you want to come over to my place tonight?] Liam didn’t notice anything, frowning with concern as he approached me: “Eloise, what’s wrong?” I lowered my eyes, avoiding his gaze, and spoke flatly: “I saw the message that popped up on your phone.” With that, I snatched his phone, unlocked it, and placed it in front of him: “Go ahead and reply. Don’t keep her waiting – you still need to go comfort her.” A flash of panic crossed Liam’s face, but he immediately tossed the phone aside and assured me: “Right now, the most important thing to me is making you happy. Other people? I don’t know them.” As he spoke, his lips slowly moved closer to mine, desire flickering in his eyes: “Eloise…” I was trapped in his embrace, unable to move. He smiled slightly, leaning close to my ear and whispering: “I knew it – you can’t bear to push me away.” He buried his head in my neck, and just then, there was sudden banging on the door. Zoey called out: “Daddy, Mommy, I don’t feel well.” Liam immediately snapped back to reality, hurriedly opening the door with urgency in his voice: “Zoey, what’s wrong?” Zoey clutched her stomach, curled up and crouching on the ground, speaking in German: “Daddy, I’m pretending to have a stomachache on purpose because I want us to leave early. You promised to take me to see Ms. Rose today.” She didn’t lower her voice, and tears were about to spill from her eyes. This was the first time I’d seen Zoey display such remarkable acting skills. If I couldn’t understand German, I probably would have panicked. Liam immediately caught on, saying anxiously: “Don’t be scared, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He picked up Zoey and turned to me: “You stay home and wait for us to come back.” Zoey nestled in Liam’s arms, crying as she looked at me: “Mommy.” I walked over to her, gently stroking her cheek with a tender voice: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be home waiting for you.” Zoey’s eyes instantly brightened, and she softly hummed in response before being carried out by Liam. After a while, I looked through the window and saw a lively Zoey being led by an equally spirited Liam, walking down the street hand in hand. Zoey didn’t look sick at all. I withdrew my gaze, biting my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. Deep down, I knew they wouldn’t be coming back tonight. Forcing myself to stay rational, I contacted the visa department and began processing the paperwork for traveling to Germany. Since I’d made multiple trips before, the visa office responded quickly. As long as I brought all the required documents for processing, I could leave this place in about two weeks. After confirming everything, I closed my laptop and looked up at myself in the mirror. I consoled myself: “Just two more weeks until I can go home. I should be happy.” I consoled myself: “Just two more weeks until I can go home. I should be happy.”

By the next morning, I still hadn’t seen them come home. The only message on my phone was from Liam: [Eloise, Zoey’s stomach is still hurting badly. The doctor recommended she stay for observation. We’ll come home tomorrow.] He also sent me a photo of him and Zoey sitting on hospital chairs. In the photo, there were still traces of cream around Zoey’s mouth. I distinctly remembered her mouth being clean when they left. She wasn’t even trying to make her act convincing. I didn’t reply and left to handle the visa procedures. As I was leaving, the bracelet on my wrist caught my attention. This was from my latest favorite brand. When this bracelet was released in Germany, it was only available in limited quantities at physical stores, and you had to wait in line to buy it. When Liam found out, he specifically flew to Germany and waited in line for eight hours to get it for me. Back then, I truly felt like I was the happiest woman in the world. Now… I shook my head, took off the bracelet, and threw it in the trash. When I finished at the visa office, I happened to run into Zoey and Liam passing by. The three of us locked eyes instantly, and Liam and Zoey froze in place. Liam asked, “Eloise, what are you doing here?” I tucked away the documents in my hand and replied calmly, “I came to handle some paperwork. I’m going to Germany on a business trip.” A flash of panic crossed Liam’s eyes, but he still tried to stay composed as he asked, “But isn’t your German not that good?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled as I lied, “That’s exactly why I need you to teach me.” He visibly relaxed and quickly jogged over to take my hand, “Perfect, let’s go home together then.” Zoey, carrying a bag, took my other hand with a bright smile, “That’s wonderful! I know a little German too, I want to teach Mommy as well!” They smiled happily, holding my hands on either side. But I couldn’t smile. The chill in my heart kept spreading. This place was far from our home, and even farther from the hospital near our house. The only possibility was that this Lucia they mentioned lived nearby. The perfume scent on both of them was overwhelming. I couldn’t stand it and couldn’t help coughing a few times. Liam immediately asked nervously what was wrong. I took out a mask from my bag and put it on, saying calmly, “The perfume smell on you two is irritating my nose.” I have rhinitis, and they never use perfume at home to avoid triggering it. Instantly, both their faces turned panicked. Liam hurriedly explained, “It might be the scent from the family of the patient in the bed next to Zoey’s room.” Zoey immediately let go of my hand and ran to Liam’s side, “Since I’m making Mommy uncomfortable, I’ll stay away from her.” She was still young after all, and couldn’t quite hide the smile on her face. I didn’t understand why she disliked me so much, always seeming so happy whenever she had a chance to get away from me. I didn’t coax her like I usually would, just gave a soft acknowledgment. Zoey froze for a moment. In my peripheral vision, Liam and Zoey exchanged a glance, their eyes full of confusion. After we got home, Zoey pulled out a Hermès bag from behind her and held it in front of me, her eyes sparkling, “Mommy, look! Daddy and I spent so long picking out this style!” It used to be like this before too. Whenever Liam sensed I was unhappy, he’d always find ways to cheer me up. This time, his method was giving me a bag I’d been wanting for a long time. They both looked at me with the same nervous anticipation. I sighed softly, took the bag, and smiled, “I really like it.” Maybe I was just overthinking everything. Liam’s eyes immediately lit up, “I’m glad you like it. So what do you want for lunch?” Zoey chimed in from the side, “I want steak today!” Liam scooped up Zoey and came over to me, “Well, we need to ask if Mommy wants that too. Eloise, do you want steak?” I hugged the bag and nodded with a smile, “Whatever Zoey likes, I’ll eat.” “That’s awesome, thank you Mommy!” Zoey grabbed Liam’s hand and ran toward the kitchen, “Daddy, hurry up and cook!” Watching their retreating figures, the gloom in my heart lifted slightly. I sat back down on the sofa and opened my laptop to handle some work. Soon, a friend request popped up on my phone. The profile picture was a cute little animal, and I accepted it almost without hesitation. The person immediately sent a message: [So, how do you like the bag I picked out?] I immediately understood that this was Lucia—the woman they’d been talking about—deliberately adding me to provoke me. In that moment, I wanted to slap myself. I had actually softened toward them just now, even entertaining the thought of staying and continuing to live with them. They had deceived me after all, just with an extra layer of disguise. I didn’t respond, but Lucia didn’t seem to mind and sent another photo. It was a real-time photo of her and Liam drinking from the same glass. Through the reflection in the glass, I recognized that Zoey had taken this photo. Zoey said, “Lucia, you and my daddy are perfect together!” Lucia sent a message asking: [How do you like it? Don’t we look great as a couple?] [Of course, this isn’t all—there are plenty more photos like this.] I slammed my phone face-down on the table and began dry heaving uncontrollably. I felt utterly disgusted. I gripped the table and retched into the trash can repeatedly. Soon, hurried footsteps approached, and Liam anxiously came up behind me, gently patting my back. He asked, “Eloise, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.” After dry heaving for a while without bringing anything up, I stood up shakily. I said, “Maybe it was something too greasy I ate this morning.” Zoey brought me a glass of water: “Mommy, drink some water.” I glanced up at the glass, but the image from that photo flashed through my mind again. I violently pushed the glass away and rushed to the trash can, vomiting violently once more. Zoey’s dress got splashed and soaked. She pouted pitifully and cried out loudly, “Mommy, I hate you. You always make me comfort you, not like Lucia who spoils me. You’re not even half as good as her!” She cried louder and louder. She was just a child after all, completely unaware of what she shouldn’t say when her emotions spiraled out of control. Liam’s expression changed instantly: “Zoey!” “What did you say? Who’s Lucia?” I grabbed Zoey’s hand and asked softly. She sobbed, and I crouched down, quietly looking at her. Looking at this Zoey—the child I had carried for ten months and fought to bring into this world—I suddenly felt she was so foreign to me. When she was ten months old, I discovered she loved drawing and spent half my Christmas bonus creating a dedicated art studio for her at home. She loved bedtime stories, and no matter how exhausted I was during the day, I would find new stories to tell her every night—a tradition I’d never broken. She had stomach problems since childhood, so I spent countless hours researching recipes to create customized meals for her. I had always thought my parenting was successful, which was why Zoey knew to comfort me when I was upset. I asked, “So in your heart, have I been forcing you all along?” Liam quickly interrupted: “No, Zoey’s just talking nonsense. Lucia is just a character she encountered during a kindergarten performance. Zoey, explain to Mommy properly.” But Zoey had completely broken down emotionally and couldn’t hear anything. She shook off my hand and shouted, “Everything I said is true—I do hate Mommy. Daddy, didn’t you promise me you’d get me a new mommy after my birthday? I don’t want to wait anymore.” Liam immediately covered her mouth: “Don’t talk nonsense.” He scooped up Zoey and hurried toward the bedroom. He said, “Zoey’s probably just tired.” I slowly stood up and grabbed the corner of Liam’s shirt: “Since Zoey wants a new mommy, let’s make it happen.” Liam froze, clearly panicked: “Eloise, don’t say that. I really can’t bear the pain of losing you. Let me take her to her room first—wait for me.” With that, Liam rushed into the room with Zoey, keeping his hand over her mouth the entire way to prevent her from saying anything more. I collapsed onto the floor beside the couch, completely drained. My earlier determination to fight with him to the bitter end quietly faded away. I even thought that maybe I should use this opportunity to divorce Liam and return to Germany. But I worried that Liam would never let me leave. Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I didn’t notice when Liam had sat down beside me. He gently took my hand: “Eloise, don’t be angry anymore. You know Zoey’s only five—she’s probably heard some things she shouldn’t have lately, which is why she said such hurtful things. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely educate her properly after she wakes up.” “So…” Liam suddenly gripped my hand tightly: “You were just speaking out of anger just now, right?” His eyes revealed an almost obsessive possessiveness. I got goosebumps immediately. I knew clearly that if I truly insisted on leaving, he would never let me go. Even though deep down, both he and Zoey preferred Lucia. I took a deep breath, nodded slightly, and forced a smile: “Yes, I was just too angry.” Liam visibly relaxed. Over the next few days, Liam became extremely sensitive, staying by my side almost constantly. Zoey seemed sullen, but whatever Liam had said to her, she would force a smile whenever she was around me. I maintained my composure, pretending not to notice her insincerity. Before, they used to go out frequently. Now, even when working, Liam tried to stay by my side as much as possible. I often heard his phone ring, and Zoey’s eyes would light up accordingly. That must have been Lucia’s special ringtone. But each time, Liam would just glance at it and hang up directly, making sure to explain to me: “It’s harassment calls from a competitor company, not anyone else.” But with him acting this way, I could never find an opportunity to pack my bags and leave. There was only one week left until my planned departure date.

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After missing her period for three consecutive months, Celeste Waverly harbored secret hopes and went to the hospital for an ultrasound. The doctor stared at the test results for a long time before looking up with shock written all over his face. “Ms. Waverly, you don’t have a uterus at all!” Celeste’s first reaction was denial: “How is that possible? My periods were always regular before—it’s just that they suddenly stopped these past three months.” The doctor checked her medical records on the computer again, then told her: “Three months ago, you underwent a hysterectomy.” Celeste shook her head on the spot, her face full of confusion: “That’s not right. Three months ago I only had an appendectomy!” “The surgical records are very clear—it was a hysterectomy, and your husband’s name is signed on the consent form.” Unwilling to accept this, Celeste asked the doctor to retrieve that consent form. [Patient: Celeste Waverly, Surgery Type: Hysterectomy] [Patient: Celeste Waverly, Surgery Type: Hysterectomy] In the family member signature section, Dominic’s messy signature was instantly recognizable. This was definitely his handwriting. While Celeste was still reeling from the shock, the doctor suddenly discovered something else on the computer. “Your husband is Dominic Finch, right?” “Yes.” “He was just here earlier accompanying another young woman for a prenatal checkup. The pregnant woman is named Lilian Galloway—do you know her?” “He was just here earlier accompanying another young woman for a prenatal checkup. The pregnant woman is named Lilian Galloway—do you know her?” Of course she knew her. A year before Christmas, Dominic had been in a car accident, and Lilian had saved him. ***** Celeste couldn’t say how she managed to leave the hospital. While crossing the street, she nearly got hit by a car, startling the driver into slamming on the brakes. She was stunned for a moment too. But her mind was in complete chaos—she couldn’t make sense of anything. She and Dominic had been together since high school, from their student days to the wedding altar—fifteen whole years by each other’s side. Everyone around them knew that Dominic spoiled Celeste beyond measure. Even the second before that car accident happened, he had instinctively pushed Celeste away, while he himself tumbled down the mountainside with his car. And Lilian was the person who had saved him at the bottom of the mountain. After the accident, Dominic lost his memory, and Lilian took him in and cared for him for six whole months. After six months, his memory returned, and he rushed back to Celeste’s side immediately. He still loved her just like before. The first time he saw her again, he couldn’t wait to pull her into his arms, his eyes reddening: “Celeste, I thought I’d never see you again in this lifetime.” Celeste had always been grateful and nearly knelt down to thank Lilian for taking care of him during that time. She decided to have Dominic give Lilian five million dollars as repayment, and she even bought several apartments in downtown New York for Lilian’s family. She had once asked Dominic: “During the time you lost your memory, were you with Lilian?” Dominic had only held her gently, kissing her softly: “That’s all in the past. Now you’re the only one in my heart.” Celeste had been skeptical at first. Until one day, Dominic sent Lilian’s entire family abroad. After that, he even went to a tattoo parlor and had “Celeste’s Only” tattooed over his heart. He was severely allergic to tattoo ink and ran a high fever that wouldn’t break that night. Even while unconscious, he held Celeste’s hand tightly, comforting her in a hoarse whisper: “I’m fine. I just wanted to give you a sense of security. If I ever lose my memory again, I’ll know I have a wife just by seeing this tattoo. My wife’s name is Celeste, and I truly love her.” Celeste cried uncontrollably and finally chose to believe him. At every gathering or business dinner, Dominic would bring Celeste along. His buddies always teased him: “Dominic, you’re way too clingy with your wife. You can’t even go a day without seeing her—you have to bring her everywhere.” Dominic would always look proud: “That’s because you’re all jealous that I married such a wonderful wife.” Three months ago, they started trying for a baby. One night, Celeste suddenly had stomach pain, and Dominic rushed her to the hospital in a panic, saying she had acute appendicitis and needed an appendectomy. Celeste didn’t suspect anything. After watching Dominic sign the surgical consent form, she was wheeled into the operating room. Who would have known that what they removed wasn’t her appendix, but her uterus… By the time she got home, it was already dark. As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard Dominic on the phone. “Alright, I’ll come stay with you and the baby tonight. Don’t worry, Celeste’s uterus has been removed—she can never get pregnant again. No one can threaten our child’s position. I’ve already given her my love and the status of Mrs. Finch, so you’ll just have to be patient for now. Once the baby is born, I’ll handle the adoption paperwork and bring the child home. Don’t worry, Celeste is kind-hearted—she’ll definitely take good care of the child. She’ll never know the truth.” Celeste stood frozen at the doorway, feeling like she’d fallen into an ice cellar. So he had never forgotten Lilian at all. He wanted to make it up to Lilian, so he got her pregnant; and to put his own mind at ease, he actually schemed to make Celeste lose her uterus. Celeste still fantasized that maybe the doctor had made a mistake, or perhaps there were just people in the world who happened to share the same names—Dominic Finch and Lilian Galloway. But all fantasies ultimately crumble under reality’s hammer. Since their past love had been completely exhausted, she didn’t want to continue this charade with Dominic anymore. Celeste turned around and hailed a cab to leave home… The staff member at the police station’s records department carefully verified her documents. The clerk asked seriously, “Ms. Celeste Waverly, are you certain you want to change your name to Hazel Sherwood?” Celeste nodded in confirmation: “Yes.” The staff member asked again, “What’s your reason for changing your name?” Celeste replied nonchalantly, “I just don’t like how my original name sounds. I want to change it, that’s all.” In America, adults don’t need family consent to change their names. The staff member worked quickly, and within moments had completed the paperwork, telling her: “Your new name will officially take effect in seven business days.” Celeste thanked him politely: “Thank you.” As soon as Celeste stepped out of the records department, she ran straight into Dominic, who was rushing toward her. Dominic grabbed her in his arms, his face full of panic as he demanded: “Celeste, where did you go? I couldn’t reach you on your phone! I was going crazy!” Several police officers followed behind him. One of the officers laughed and teased Dominic: “Alright, you finally found your wife. Now you can relax, right?” Another officer said directly to Celeste: “Your husband was really worried about you. The moment you disappeared, he went crazy. Our entire police force was out looking for you. Thank goodness the surveillance cameras caught you going to the records office.” Dominic asked her nervously: “Celeste, what were you doing at the records office?” Celeste replied calmly: “Nothing much, just updating some of my information.” The officer added: “When we were checking the surveillance footage, we also saw you went to the hospital. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” Celeste looked up at this man who always treated her like his lifeline. Why could Dominic be so worried about her, yet still have an affair with Lilian behind her back? Was it because of that life-saving grace, so he had to repay it with his body? Or perhaps, during that time, Dominic truly fell in love with Lilian, and even though his memory had returned, those feelings still remained? Seeing her silence, Dominic asked anxiously: “Celeste, why aren’t you saying anything?” Celeste gently pushed him away, her tone calm and distant: “I’m not unwell. I just went to check my blood type.” Dominic asked in confusion: “Why did you check your blood type?” Celeste explained flatly: “To make blood donation easier. If someone needs my blood, I can donate anytime.” Dominic finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing some smile: “You came to the records office to update your blood type information too, right?” Celeste nodded: “Mm-hmm.” The weight finally lifted from Dominic’s heart as he praised her with a smile: “Our Celeste is so kind, always thinking of helping others.” After returning home, Dominic’s dependence on her intensified. While driving, he gripped the steering wheel with his left hand but insisted on holding her hand with his right. Even during meals, he’d rather awkwardly use his knife and fork with his left hand than let go of her hand. Celeste reminded him helplessly: “Let go, it’s very inconvenient to eat like this.” But Dominic gripped even tighter: “I won’t let go. I’m afraid if I do, you’ll disappear again.” Celeste sighed. He was just trying to comfort her, and probably even Dominic himself didn’t realize this statement would soon become reality. In seven more days, Celeste would completely shed her old identity and officially start a new life with her new name. And she would be completely separated from him. After dinner, Dominic sat with her on the sofa watching variety shows. He peeled all the grapes and placed them on a crystal plate, feeding them to her one by one. Suddenly, Dominic’s phone rang. He pulled out several tissues to wipe his hands clean, then casually walked to the balcony to take the call. When he returned, he gently kissed her cheek and said: “Honey, something urgent came up at the company. I need to go out for a bit.” Celeste knew in her heart that Lilian had called. He was going to spend time with her and the child again. Although she was mentally prepared, when Dominic lied to her face, Celeste’s heart still felt like it was being pricked by a needle. She nodded indifferently: “Go ahead.” Dominic hugged her and whispered: “Stay home tonight like a good girl. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” Dominic grabbed his jacket and practically ran out the door, driving away from home. On impulse, Celeste opened the tablet at home and launched an app. This app could sync in real-time with Dominic’s car dashcam, allowing her to hear sounds from inside the car. As soon as Dominic’s car left the house, the conversation from inside came through clearly. “I’m already on my way, just wait a little longer.” Lilian’s voice asked coquettishly: “Celeste didn’t find out, did she?” Dominic reassured her: “Don’t worry, she’ll never know.” Lilian’s voice carried a seductive tone: “Then tonight… shall we try something new?” Dominic’s breathing became rapid, his voice revealing desire: “You’re still pregnant.” Lilian said playfully: “Didn’t the doctor say during today’s checkup that the baby is perfectly healthy? And it’s been three months now, the baby is stable. Honey, we haven’t been intimate for so long since I got pregnant. I really miss you…” Dominic said in a low voice: “You little temptress, just wait. Tonight I’m definitely going to take care of you properly!” Dominic’s car drove all the way to his company building. It turned out that his previous claim about sending Lilian abroad was nothing but a lie. Lilian had actually been placed by Dominic in his company all along, where he could see her every day at work. Watching all this, Celeste suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. When someone reaches complete disappointment beyond words, they really do laugh. Dominic had woven a perfect yet false dream for Celeste, trapping her in this bubble and making her believe she was the happiest woman in the world. But outside this bubble, Dominic had long had another home, and would soon have a child too. Celeste felt that none of this mattered anymore—it was utterly meaningless. After Dominic’s car engine turned off, the dashcam should have shut down as well. But within minutes, Celeste’s phone buzzed with another notification—the dashcam had started recording again. Celeste opened the app and saw a scene that made her eyes burn. Dominic and Lilian were embracing directly in the car, completely forgetting the outside world in their passion. Lilian’s belly was already slightly rounded, and Dominic had one hand protectively over her stomach while the other pulled her forcefully into his arms. Seeing Lilian’s intoxicated expression and Dominic’s face twisted with desire, Celeste immediately turned her head and dry-heaved. She felt utterly disgusted. They went at it in the car for several rounds—Celeste didn’t want to count. By dawn the next day, she had copied all the footage from last night’s dashcam recording onto a USB drive. Five full hours of video with explosive content. Perfect as a breakup gift to put a sarcastic end to her decade-plus relationship with Dominic. At nine in the morning, Dominic returned home. He was carrying breakfast in his hands. Seeing Celeste standing on the balcony, Dominic asked gently, “Celeste, why are you up so early? Why didn’t you sleep in a bit more?” Celeste was watering the flowers on the balcony at that moment. These flowers were ones she had carefully nurtured over seven years—rare night-blooming cereus that had bloomed for the first time just this year. But she picked up scissors and cut off the flower that had just bloomed, then casually tossed it into the trash. Seeing this, Dominic looked surprised. “That plant was so hard to grow—how could you bear to cut it?” Celeste said flatly, “Night-blooming cereus only blooms for an instant. It bloomed last night, so there’s no point keeping it now.” Dominic laughed with some regret. “Looks like I missed its most beautiful moment. It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have gone to the company last night. I should have stayed by your side.” Celeste just smiled lightly. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Dominic wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and suggestive as he whispered in her ear, “Since you’re already awake, how about we… continue trying for a baby?” His hint was completely undisguised. Celeste really wanted to ask him coldly how he still had the energy to keep acting after battling with Lilian for hours last night. But when the words reached her lips, she found them pointless. Since she had already decided to leave, there was no need to fight. Celeste said calmly, “No need. I got my period.” Dominic’s expression instantly froze. “How is that possible? How could you get your period…” He quickly realized there was something wrong with his words and hurriedly corrected himself. “No, I mean, it shouldn’t be time yet, right?” Celeste looked at him and replied softly, “Maybe it came early.” Dominic said nothing more, but his face turned frighteningly pale. “Celeste, I need to make a phone call.” Dominic turned and went back to the bedroom. He picked up his phone and immediately dialed a doctor friend. “Doctor, wasn’t Celeste’s uterus already removed? How can she still have periods? Did you guys not do the surgery properly?” The doctor on the other end sounded very certain. “The surgery was absolutely fine. I can guarantee that.” Dominic lowered his voice. “Then why is she still bleeding?” The doctor explained patiently, “It could be inflammation, or it might be that your marital activities were too intense, causing mucosal tears.” Hearing this, Dominic’s tone immediately relaxed, even carrying some lighthearted laughter. “If that’s the case, then it makes sense. Last time Celeste and I… *cough cough*, I was indeed a bit rough.” The doctor laughed and advised him, “Calculate her cycle, and when it’s close to her period time, be more cooperative with the intensity. If there’s a small amount of bleeding each time, she’ll never discover the truth.” Dominic let out a cold laugh. “Good, I’ll do as you say.” After hanging up, when Dominic returned to the balcony, Celeste was still tending to her flowers. Only this time, instead of carefully pruning and caring for them, she was cutting down all the flowers one by one, pulling them up by the roots, and carelessly piling them together. Dominic watched her, somewhat puzzled. “Celeste, you usually treasure these flowers so much. Why are you pulling them all up now?” Celeste didn’t look up, her tone indifferent. “I don’t like them anymore.” Dominic stepped closer, probing, “I feel like you’ve been in a strange mood these past couple of days?” Celeste replied flatly, “I’m on my period. Emotional instability is normal.” Just then, the household maid passed by the balcony, and Celeste waved her over. “Maria, please dispose of all these flowers.” Maria approached and asked, “Mrs. Finch, should I throw away all these uprooted plants?” Celeste nodded. “Yes, throw away the flower pots too. Don’t keep any of it.”

The next morning, Dominic looked at Celeste’s condition and said, “Celeste, you haven’t been in a good mood these past few days. I’ve signed you up for a tour group so you can get out and lift your spirits.” Celeste calculated the time—there were still five days before her new name would officially take effect. “How many days?” Celeste asked him. “Three days, just to a nearby city, very close to New York. I don’t feel comfortable with you going too far alone,” Dominic replied. Celeste nodded. “Alright.” That afternoon, Dominic sent a driver to pick up Celeste. The driver said, “Mrs. Finch, I’ll take you to the airport.” Celeste said nothing and got into the car. At the airport, the driver personally watched her go through security, confirming she had entered the departure lounge before calling Dominic: “Mr. Finch, she’s boarded the plane.” Dominic gave a casual “Mm,” then instructed, “Stay there. Mr. Oscar Galloway and Mrs. Clara Galloway’s flight is about to land. Go pick them up and bring them home, and be polite.” “Yes, sir,” the driver responded. After the driver left, Celeste found an excuse to slip back out from the boarding gate. Celeste stood in an inconspicuous corner and watched with her own eyes as Lilian’s parents emerged from the exit. She watched the driver walk over to help with their luggage, respectfully inviting Oscar and Clara into the car, then busily loading their bags into the trunk. Celeste turned and hailed a taxi, telling the driver, “Follow that car up ahead.” After Dominic sent Celeste off on the plane, he personally brought Lilian back home. When the driver brought Oscar and Clara back, Lilian immediately ran excitedly toward them upon seeing her parents, throwing herself into Clara’s arms: “Mom, Dad, I finally get to see you!” Dominic immediately opened the doors very respectfully for Oscar Galloway and Clara Galloway, personally pouring them water, his attitude completely that of a future son-in-law. Dominic smiled as he apologized to them: “Mr. Galloway, Mrs. Galloway, I’m sorry that because of Celeste’s situation, you had to stay abroad for a while. Thank you for your patience.” Oscar waved his hand dismissively, chuckling, “No problem at all. You arranged for people to take us sightseeing everywhere—we both had a great time.” Dominic smiled too. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves.” Clara looked at Lilian’s belly and sighed, “Lilian’s already pregnant, and you’re still addressing us so formally?” Dominic immediately corrected himself, his tone perfectly natural: “Oscar, Clara.” “Now that’s more like it!” Clara beamed with joy. The living room was suddenly filled with a warm, harmonious atmosphere. Throughout it all, Lilian kept her arm tightly linked with Dominic’s, playing the perfect wife. She turned to instruct Maria: “Maria, prepare the guest rooms. Mom and Dad are staying here tonight.” Maria nodded in agreement: “Yes, Mrs. Finch.” Celeste stood quietly in the shadows, seeing everything clearly. She had long known about Dominic’s betrayal. But Maria’s attitude was the final straw that broke Celeste. It turned out even the household staff knew all about Dominic and Lilian’s affair, even addressing Lilian as “Mrs. Finch.” What was even more ridiculous was that Maria wasn’t the least bit unfamiliar with Oscar and Clara, showing no surprise at all—clearly she had known they would be coming back. Celeste suddenly remembered that it was she herself who had invited Maria to work as their housekeeper at Christmas. At Christmas, Maria had a disabled son at home. Celeste, feeling sympathetic, had given her triple the salary and treated Maria like family. During meals and trips, she always included Maria, never treating her poorly. Now even Maria was keeping her in the dark, deceiving her behind her back. Celeste felt as if her chest was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife, the pain making her double over, unable to even stand steady. Nausea suddenly surged up. She covered her mouth, breathing rapidly, tears streaming down like a broken dam, blurring her vision. Accidentally, her hand knocked against the wind chime decoration hanging by the door. The wind chime rang out. Dominic immediately heard the sound, his expression changing instantly as he shouted loudly, “Who’s out there?!” Dominic yanked the door open and rushed out, but the hallway was completely empty—not a soul in sight. Lilian walked to the doorway, tilting her head curiously. “What’s wrong, Dominic?” Dominic frowned as he explained, “I just heard the wind chimes ring, like someone was eavesdropping at the door.” Lilian glanced around and chuckled softly. “You’re being too paranoid. Those wind chimes ring whenever there’s a breeze—it’s not that dramatic.” Dominic furrowed his brow. “Maybe I’m overthinking it.” The driver quickly chimed in, “Don’t worry, Mr. Finch. I personally watched Celeste go through the boarding gate. She’s definitely on the plane by now.” Dominic still felt uneasy and pulled out his phone to call Celeste. A cold, mechanical voice answered: “Hello, the number you have dialed is currently turned off.” Hearing this, Dominic finally relaxed. He chuckled to himself, “Guess I really am being too paranoid.” Dominic turned around, pulled Lilian close, and led her back to the sofa as the door automatically closed behind them. Just behind that tightly shut door, Celeste pressed herself against the wall, her phone trembling slightly in her hand. She covered her mouth tightly, suppressing her sobs, and slowly backed away from the door. Celeste walked to the street and hailed a taxi, giving the driver a hotel address. The driver glanced at her red-rimmed eyes through the rearview mirror and asked curiously, “Miss, why are you crying like that? Did you have a fight with your husband?” Celeste wiped away her tears and said softly, “We didn’t fight.” There really was no need to fight anymore. Lilian was already pregnant, Dominic had brought over her parents, and Maria had accepted Lilian as the lady of the house. They were already a family. Celeste was just a pitiful joke in their eyes. At the hotel, Celeste collapsed on the bed and slept. She waited until she estimated the plane would be landing before turning her phone back on. Within minutes, Dominic’s call came through: “Baby, did the plane land safely?” Celeste replied calmly, “Yes, I’m already at the hotel.” Dominic laughed on the other end, “Have fun. When you come back, I’ll pick you up at the airport.” Celeste took a deep breath. “Okay.” After hanging up, Celeste went to the nearest bank. She withdrew all the cash from every account she had, then went to the nearest department store to buy a new suitcase and several changes of clothes. Celeste brought these back to the hotel and hid them as backup, ready to grab and go at any moment. After organizing everything, she suddenly remembered the kitten that had been sent to the veterinary hospital for ringworm. That little kitten was a witness to her meeting with Dominic. When they first got together, they had discovered this kitten lying dying in a street corner. They took the kitten to the vet for treatment and cared for it for three whole months before nursing it back to health. The day they brought it home, Dominic wrapped his arm around Celeste’s shoulder and said, “Celeste, from now on we’ll be its mom and dad. Why don’t you give it a name?” Celeste was only 18 then, and somehow became this kitten’s “mom” in a daze. Later, Celeste learned that Dominic had deliberately placed that kitten on her daily route to school, just so she would find it. When Celeste exposed him, Dominic just smiled helplessly and said, “I kept trying to run into you every day, but you treated me like I was invisible. I was out of options, so I had to pull this trick. Who told me to love you so much that I can’t live without you?” But could he really not live without her? No, he couldn’t. Besides her, there was also Lilian. He loved both Celeste and Lilian at the same time. Dominic gave Celeste his affection and attention, but gave Lilian his child—in his mind, this seemed perfectly fair. But Celeste wasn’t a fool. She wanted pure, clean love, not this kind of arrangement where he played both sides. He wouldn’t have to keep up his paranoid act anymore. Celeste just wanted to leave with her dignity intact. Celeste went to the veterinary hospital to see the kitten. The vet smiled and asked, “Didn’t the kitten’s dad come with you today? Usually you both come together.” Celeste replied flatly, “He’s busy.” The doctor nodded. “The kitten’s ringworm has completely healed. You can take it home today.” Celeste shook her head and said softly, “No need to take it. Please help find a reliable person to adopt it.” The veterinarian looked at Celeste Waverly with confusion, tentatively asking, “Are you two planning to have children?” Celeste didn’t respond directly, instead asking back, “Why do you ask?” The veterinarian sighed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: “Because we see a lot of cats and dogs in similar situations here. Their owners are preparing to have children and don’t plan to keep them anymore, so they leave them with us to find new homes.” Indeed, someone was about to have a child. But that person wasn’t her. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste took a deep breath and said earnestly to the doctor, “Please help me find a reliable person to adopt it as soon as possible.” The veterinarian nodded: “Actually, a young lady came to see this cat today. She played with it for a long time and seemed to really like it. Let me contact her and ask.” Before long, the veterinarian returned and told Celeste: “That lady has agreed. She said she’ll come pick up the cat right now.” Celeste waited at the veterinary clinic for a while and met the girl who would adopt the cat. She looked innocent and sweet, and when she held the cat in her arms, her eyes were full of affection. Celeste waited at the veterinary clinic for a while and met the girl who would adopt the cat. She looked innocent and sweet, and when she held the cat in her arms, her eyes were full of affection. Celeste nodded, agreeing to give the cat to her, and also slipped the girl a stack of cash. The girl was startled and quickly shook her head: “This isn’t right. I’m here to adopt, how can I take your money? Please take it back.” But Celeste insisted on giving her the money: “This cat is getting older and has a genetic condition, so it’ll inevitably need frequent vet visits. Consider this medical expenses I’m leaving for it, so you’ll feel more at ease taking care of it.” The girl’s eyes welled up with tears. She finally accepted the money, thanked Celeste profusely, and left with the cat. Just after Celeste saw the girl off, her phone buzzed with a message from Dominic. Dominic: [Baby, did you have fun today? I miss you so much.] Celeste stared at the screen and let out a cold laugh. Without hesitation, she replied: [Then I’ll catch a flight back to you right now. Pick me up at the airport in three hours.] Dominic replied quickly: [No, don’t cut your trip short because of me. Enjoy yourself, I can wait.] Celeste almost laughed out loud. Men’s devotion was more fragile than plastic. He couldn’t even handle this little test, yet still pretended to be lovesick. Dominic: [Did you take any beautiful photos? Send me a few, I want to see how gorgeous my wife is.] Celeste randomly searched for some tourist attraction photos online, removed the watermarks, and sent them over. Dominic still wouldn’t give up: [Why only scenery? Where’s my baby?] Celeste just threw back one line: [I’m tired, going to sleep.] Dominic: [Okay, get some rest early. Love you.] Celeste slept peacefully in the hotel for three days, fully resting and even making travel plans. She decided that after leaving here, she’d first go to the four Nordic countries to see the northern lights, then fly to Africa to see the grasslands and wildlife. Finally, she rented a deserted island in a small country. Since the island couldn’t be purchased, she signed a hundred-year lease in one go. That was the new home she chose for herself. In the future, she would face the ocean alone, welcoming spring blossoms, with no one to disturb her. On the morning of the fifth day, Celeste didn’t check out but extended her stay for two more days, leaving her luggage in the room so she could take it anytime. She composed herself and called a car to the airport. Soon, the driver arrived. The driver said cheerfully, “Mrs. Finch, you’re finally back! Mr. Finch has been talking about you non-stop these past two days—he’s practically worn our ears out.” Celeste ignored him and directly opened the car door to get in. She’d heard enough of these fake sweet words and was too lazy to keep up the act. When the car reached home, everything looked the same as when she’d left. Dominic opened his arms and hugged her: “Celeste, welcome home.” Maria also smiled and poked her head out from the kitchen: “Mrs. Finch, he told me early this morning to buy all your favorite dishes. I’ve prepared them all for tonight.” Dominic whispered in her ear: “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now that you’re back from your trip, your period should be over too, right? Tonight… shall we rest early?” Celeste pushed him away expressionlessly: “I’m tired.” Dominic tried to move closer: “You sleep, I’ll do my thing…” Before he could finish, the front door was suddenly pushed open. Lilian stood in the doorway, looking somewhat awkward: “Oh, Celeste, you’re back?” Celeste noticed Dominic’s arm around her waist suddenly stiffen. Celeste turned her head, her lips curved in a smile, but her tone was bone-chillingly cold: “Lilian, long time no see. Why did you suddenly come back? Couldn’t get used to living abroad?” Lilian held her waist, her smile looking a bit forced: “I… just left my purse at home. I’ll grab it and leave.” Just as she finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderous crash from overhead: “BOOM!” The massive crystal chandelier in the villa’s living room suddenly came loose, crashing down with countless crystal fragments and metal pieces. In that critical moment, Dominic suddenly pushed Celeste away, turned and rushed toward Lilian, throwing himself over her: “Watch out!”

When Celeste woke up in the hospital, her entire body was wrapped in white gauze, and the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through her. When Celeste woke up in the hospital, her entire body was wrapped in white gauze, and the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through her. A nurse stood beside her bed, speaking cautiously: “You have three fractures and seventeen hairline cracks. The crystal shards and metal pieces from the chandelier also left numerous small cuts. You’ll need to rest and recover properly.” Celeste asked weakly, “What’s today’s date?” The nurse glanced down at the calendar: “The 13th.” Celeste felt a wave of relief. Good—tomorrow would be the day her new identity took effect. She still had one last day and night. The sound of delicate high heels echoed from the doorway. Lilian walked in, her pregnant belly prominent as she pushed open the door. Celeste let out a cold laugh and spoke first: “What, here to see if I’m dead yet?” Lilian made no attempt to hide her smugness, deliberately placing her hand on her belly and arching her back: “Celeste, you’re tougher than I thought. I had Dad loosen all the chandelier screws, but even that thing crashing down couldn’t kill you.” Celeste asked coldly, “You’re that confident Dominic would save you?” Lilian lifted her chin with complete confidence: “Of course, because I’m carrying his child. If I died, he’d be left without an heir.” Celeste sneered, staring at her belly: “So you know all about my hysterectomy too?” Lilian suddenly burst into laughter, her voice venomous as a blade: “Ha! That was my idea! How else could I make Dominic willingly keep me around? He listens to everything I say now, obedient as a dog. Thanks for training him so well, Celeste. I really should enjoy the fruits of your labor.” Listening to her made Celeste feel sick. She raised her hand and pointed toward the hospital room door: “Get out.” But Lilian didn’t leave, her voice deliberately saccharine: “Don’t rush me away, Celeste. This show isn’t over yet.” Celeste became alert: “What show?” “Since you didn’t die from the chandelier, I can’t become Mrs. Finch. This scene is a special encore performance just for you.” As soon as she finished speaking, Lilian lunged forward, grabbed Celeste’s hand, and pressed it hard against her own belly. “Ah! Help me!” Lilian screamed while deliberately falling to the floor, crying pitifully: “Celeste, I know I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, but please don’t hurt my child…” The hospital room door burst open. Dominic rushed in, his face instantly turning pale when he saw Lilian on the floor: “Lilian! Are you okay?” Lilian trembled as she cried: “Dominic, it hurts so much…” Dominic turned and shouted: “Doctor! Nurse!” Medical staff rushed over quickly. Dominic lifted Lilian onto the bed, comforting her as he escorted her out, never once glancing at Celeste. Two hours later, Dominic finally returned. His expression was frighteningly dark, his voice low and controlled: “Celeste, why did you push her?” Celeste looked up at him and countered: “Shouldn’t you first tell me what’s going on with the child she’s carrying?” Dominic frowned, his voice even lower: “Yes, I got her pregnant, but that’s no reason for you to try to kill her! She’s carrying a child—if something happened, that would be two lives!” Celeste closed her eyes, her voice cold as ice: “She told you I pushed her?” Dominic said through gritted teeth: “Could she have fallen on her own? She’s pregnant—she wouldn’t be that reckless.” Celeste sneered: “The baby didn’t miscarry, did it?” Dominic’s tone wavered slightly: “No, it didn’t. But she was terrified. She looked so pitiful.” Celeste turned her head away: “Go take care of Lilian and her child. Don’t stay here bothering me.” Dominic sighed quietly: “Celeste, I know this is hard for you. But I promise you, you’ll always be Mrs. Finch. Even if Lilian has my child, she can never replace your place in my heart.” Celeste asked coldly: “Then what is she to you?” Dominic pressed his lips together: “I admit, when I had amnesia, I fell in love with her. After my memory returned, of course I love you more, but Lilian… I can’t let her go either.” Yet he still chose to believe Lilian’s suggestion and had Celeste’s uterus removed. This was his idea of fairness. “Celeste, she won’t compete with you. You’ll always be the one I love most, always Mrs. Finch.” Outside, a nurse poked her head in: “Is Lilian Galloway’s husband here?” Dominic immediately responded nervously: “I’m Lilian’s husband. What’s wrong with her?” The nurse smiled: “Don’t worry, she just woke up and didn’t see you. She wanted us to help find you.” Dominic nodded and said to Celeste with guilt in his voice: “Celeste, I need to go check on her first.” “Go ahead.” “Get some rest. Lilian needs someone with her, so I’ll stay with her tonight and come see you tomorrow during the day.” Celeste closed her eyes, her voice barely audible: “Okay.” Dominic hurried out of the room. Celeste looked at the empty space and smiled bitterly. She thought to herself: “Dominic Finch, in this lifetime, we’ll never see each other again.” After Dominic left, Celeste called her most trusted friend, Regina Harrison. When Regina arrived at the hospital and saw Celeste wrapped in bandages, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. “How did that crystal chandelier in your house suddenly fall? That worker was so irresponsible!” Celeste reached up to wipe away Regina’s tears, her voice calm. “Regina, I need you to do me a favor.” Regina nodded immediately. “Whatever you need, just tell me.” Celeste looked at her and said each word deliberately: “Tomorrow morning, take me away from here.” Celeste told Regina everything that had happened during this time. After hearing it all, Regina was so angry she jumped right out of her chair. “Just wait, I’m going to call Dominic over right now. He owes you an explanation!” Celeste held her back, her voice cold as ice. “A man whose heart has already changed is just a pile of trash. I don’t want him anymore.” Celeste arranged everything. “Tomorrow morning at seven, that’s when the nurses change shifts and hospital security is at its loosest. Come get me then.” That night, Regina stayed at the hospital with Celeste, keeping watch over her until dawn. At seven in the morning, Celeste changed into the clothes Regina had brought, got into a wheelchair, and Regina wheeled her out of the hospital. The moment she got in the car, Celeste felt completely relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She had Regina drive to the hotel first to retrieve the luggage she had prepared long ago. In the car, Celeste used her new identity as Hazel Sherwood to book all the flights for her upcoming trips to Northern Europe, Africa, and that island. At nine in the morning when the registry office opened, Celeste immediately went to pick up her new ID and passport. Then, without hesitation, she headed straight to the airport. Since Celeste had limited mobility, Regina found airport ground staff to escort her all the way to the plane. Regina looked at her curiously. “Why did you change your name?” Celeste smiled calmly. “I don’t want Dominic to find me. Whatever feelings I had left for him died long ago.” At the boarding gate, Regina gripped her hand tightly. “Don’t worry, don’t be afraid. I won’t say a word to anyone. Hazel, go find the new life that belongs to you.” Just as she was about to board, Celeste’s phone rang. It was Dominic calling. Dominic’s voice was still anxious. “Celeste, where did you go? You’re still injured, how could you just run off? I’m going crazy with worry!” Celeste spoke calmly into the phone: “The morning air is nice, so I had a nurse wheel me downstairs to get some fresh air.” Dominic sighed on the other end: “Celeste, last night when the chandelier fell, it really was an accident. I rushed to save Lilian only because she’s pregnant. My first instinct was to protect the child, I really…” Celeste cut him off: “Stop talking. I don’t want to hear it.” Dominic lowered his voice. “What would you like for breakfast? I’ll go buy it and bring it to you.” Celeste looked at the boarding pass in her hand and smiled gently. “Help me get something from home.” Dominic didn’t suspect anything. “Sure, what do you need? Tell me.” Celeste’s voice carried a hint of casual amusement. “In the living room drawer, there’s an envelope with a USB drive inside. That’s a gift I left for you.” Dominic immediately brightened: “You prepared a gift for me? Is it a souvenir from your travels? Celeste, you really make me so happy.” Celeste closed her eyes gently. “You’ll know when you go look.” Dominic’s voice carried a touch of eagerness. “Alright, I’ll go look right now. Celeste, I promise I’ll treat you better from now on. The fact that you prepared a gift for me really touches me…” Celeste’s tone was light and distant. “Dominic Finch.” “Yes? I’m listening.” Celeste’s voice seemed to float from far away. “Goodbye forever.” Dominic didn’t hear clearly and was stunned. “Celeste? What did you say? Hello?” All that remained on the phone was the roar of airplane engines and a gentle flight attendant’s voice: “Ma’am, please turn off your phone. The plane is about to take off. Thank you for your cooperation.” The call was disconnected. Celeste turned off her phone, removed the SIM card, snapped it in half, then handed the phone to the flight attendant. “Please throw this away for me, thank you.” The flight attendant nodded and smiled: “Of course, ma’am.” Meanwhile, Dominic stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning. He hadn’t misheard—that was a flight attendant’s voice just now, wasn’t it? Celeste was on a plane? How was that possible? She had prepared a gift for him, so how could she suddenly fly away? Panic rising in his chest, Dominic immediately turned and rushed home, following Celeste’s directions to find that USB drive…

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After my rebirth, the first thing I did was grab a baseball bat and swing it at my fake paralyzed adoptive parents, Julian and Mary Thornton. In my previous life, after Julian and Mary suddenly became “paralyzed,” the responsibility of caring for my younger brother Jacob Thornton fell entirely on my shoulders. To support them, I was forced to drop out of school. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. I returned to my hometown to share this good news with Julian and Mary. But the moment I walked through the door, I saw the “paralyzed” Julian and Mary standing perfectly fine, embracing a girl who looked exactly like me, calling her “my daughter” with faces full of affection. I couldn’t believe it. I approached them to demand an explanation, only to be pushed to the ground with disgust written all over their faces. They mocked me without any attempt to hide their contempt, and that’s when I finally understood—I was the switched daughter of a wealthy family, having had my identity swapped with their biological daughter since childhood. “If we hadn’t needed you to support Jacob, we would’ve thrown you out on the streets long ago. Now that Jacob’s gotten into college, you’re worthless. Get lost.” At Mary’s command, bodyguards swarmed me, pinning me to the ground. And my brother, whom I had protected since childhood, just stood there coldly, watching me get beaten to death without a trace of pity in his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. ***** “Oh, Julian, you two are so unfortunate. Your youngest son is still so small, and now you’ve both collapsed. Trudy, you need to be more sensible from now on. Your family’s Jacob still needs your care. This household depends entirely on you now.” The neighbors offered their concerns—some genuine, others just watching the drama unfold—giving me these instructions. I looked at Julian and Mary in their wheelchairs again, my heart filled with indescribable complexity. For a moment, I felt dazed—I really had been given a second chance at life. In my previous life, when I came home from school, the house was already packed with people. The mayor stood among the crowd, his face grave as he told me that Julian and Mary had been in an accident at the construction site, struck by falling steel beams and both completely paralyzed. I fainted on the spot from crying. When I woke up, Julian and Mary had already been wheeled into the house, sitting in wheelchairs. Jacob was still young and too frightened to say a word. I tried to balance school with caring for three people, but it was impossible to keep up, so I eventually had to drop out. Later, when Jacob grew older, he needed to attend high school in the city center. I worked during the day and stayed with Jacob in a small apartment in the city at night, cooking and doing laundry for him daily, while also hiring caregivers for Julian and Mary. My efforts weren’t in vain—Jacob eventually got into MIT. That Christmas, as soon as I received the notification, I immediately bought a ticket home, wanting to tell Julian and Mary the news in person. But the moment I walked through the front door, I saw Julian and Mary, who had been paralyzed for over a decade, standing there full of life, holding a girl who looked exactly like me. Where was even a trace of illness on their faces? Meanwhile, I looked like an old woman, haggard from years of malnutrition. I couldn’t help but tremble as I approached them for an explanation, but they coldly pushed me to the ground. “You were born a pitiful wretch. Lucky for you that you somewhat resemble Emma. Might as well tell you now—your real father is the New York tycoon Cassian Winslow, but now he’s Emma’s father. If we hadn’t needed you to put Jacob through school, we would’ve left you on the streets long ago. Now that you’re useless, it’s time for you to leave so Emma can enjoy life.” That’s when I finally understood—I wasn’t their child. They had faked their paralysis because they didn’t want to raise me, this burden, while still having me raise Jacob. And Jacob just stood there expressionlessly, watching me get beaten to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. Watching Julian and Mary still pretending to be unconscious in their wheelchairs, I suppressed my rage until all the neighbors had left, then grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and walked toward them. They wanted to fake paralysis? Well, let’s see if they could keep up the act! The hatred in my heart blazed like wildfire. Why should they get to live comfortably while I had to fight tooth and nail to support this family? I gritted my teeth, rolled up their pant legs, and brought the bat down hard.

Seeing the solid muscles on their calves, I suddenly burst out laughing. My laughter drew back the villagers who hadn’t gone far yet. Everyone crowded closer, and when they saw Julian and Mary’s legs, several uncles were also stunned. The caregiver had been watching the commotion outside, but now came in and saw this mess, her face twisted with anger. My head was buzzing, my heart filled with shock. It seemed Julian and Mary had really gone all out to fake their paralysis. When I struck them with that stick, they didn’t make a sound, but their leg muscles couldn’t stop trembling. I sneered coldly – they must have nearly bitten through their teeth. The caregiver came up and shoved me. “Trudy, you actually hit your own parents? You’re so ungrateful! If it weren’t for them trying to get more compensation to make your lives better, would they suffer like this? And you hit them so hard!” Once the caregiver said this, the villagers’ gazes shifted from Julian and Mary’s legs to me, studying me meaningfully. But I just sat down on the ground and cried my heart out. “Ma’am, I just couldn’t accept it for a moment, so I wanted to test if they still had any feeling. I couldn’t believe they were really paralyzed, and Jacob is still so young. Also, I heard Mom and Dad got hurt at a construction site, but when I just looked at their legs, how come there’s not a single injury?” “That’s right, Julian’s legs look healthier than mine, and that muscle was still twitching just now,” a relative said. The caregiver was left speechless by my questions, and after a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. “Would your parents lie to you about being paralyzed? You hit them so hard, and they didn’t even react. Their legs just look fine on the surface, but they actually can’t stand up anymore.” “Really?” I stared at the caregiver with a face full of doubt. She thought she had fooled me and quickly urged me to go take care of Jacob. But I stood in front of her without moving, deliberately acting naive. “Since Mom and Dad got hurt at the construction site, shouldn’t the site pay compensation?” The caregiver froze – Julian and Mary hadn’t taught her how to cover this lie. Actually, I knew perfectly well they were all faking it. I just couldn’t swallow this injustice. Did they think they could live comfortably for the rest of their lives by faking paralysis, dumping all the trouble on me? Just take a few beatings and enjoy the final victory? I stared coldly at this caregiver who knew the truth. “It’s not that the construction site doesn’t want to pay, is it? Tell me where the site is, I’ll go find them tomorrow. If they try to dodge payment, I’ll livestream and expose them online.” The caregiver broke out in a sweat. She probably never expected that the “good girl” Julian and Mary described could stay so calm in the face of crisis and keep pressing about money. She had no choice but to push me back to my room to sleep while repeatedly promising to take me to the construction site the next day. Once the door closed, I could still hear Julian and Mary cursing in low voices. I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking: “Think you can dump everything on me without paying up? No way! No money, no deal – don’t expect me to clean up this mess.” The next day, before dawn, the caregiver knocked on my door. She handed me a stack of cash – the so-called compensation. “Ten thousand dollars. The site supervisor already ran off, this is what I fought tooth and nail to get.” I “gratefully” accepted the money. I could tell they were eager to get rid of Jacob and me – they even gave the money readily. After all, they’d soon reunite with Emma Winslow and enjoy their real daughter’s good fortune. Emma was now the daughter of a top billionaire. Just her casual handouts would be enough for them to live comfortably for life. To work in the city, I had opened my own independent bank account. The caregiver didn’t suspect a thing. With my own account, I started packing up everything valuable in the house. In my previous life, when I went to the city for Jacob’s education, I couldn’t bear to let that vegetable plot go to waste, always feeling it was Julian and Mary’s hard work. This time I rented it out directly, and all the rental income went into my pocket. Mary’s jewelry – I sold it all for cash. After all, she was stuck in a wheelchair now, no matter how much jewelry she had, she couldn’t wear it. The house got emptier as I cleaned it out, while my wallet got fatter and fatter. When I’d pretty much cleared out everything valuable, I took Jacob, still in swaddling clothes, into the city. Looking at Jacob in my arms, who knew nothing, I laughed coldly. Julian and Mary had schemed for so many years, dumping Jacob on me to raise. How could I disappoint them? I would definitely send them a big gift.

Sixteen years had passed since that Christmas, gone in what felt like the blink of an eye. Throughout those sixteen years, I’d poured everything I had into raising my brother. Since I never hesitated to spend money on him, he consistently ranked first in his grade at school. When the college admission results came out, just as I’d expected, his performance was even better than in his previous life—he claimed the top spot in the entire city. The day the results were announced, reporters swarmed our front door. Watching my brother’s confident demeanor on the news filled my face with smiles and pride. All my sacrifices had been for this moment—to make those deadbeat parents Julian and Mary so restless they’d have to come crawling back themselves. I was certain that people like them, who only wanted to freeload, would never pass up an opportunity to bask in the spotlight. Sure enough, at my brother’s graduation celebration, while everyone was showering me with praise, the hotel doors suddenly burst open. I stood up at the commotion, only to see Julian and Mary—who should have been completely paralyzed—strutting in bold as brass. “How could we, as parents, miss such an important moment in our Jacob’s life?” I suppressed my laughter and frowned at the caregiver who’d been looking after them. The caregiver withered under my stare, keeping her head down in silence. Seeing the two of them stride in with such vigor, many villagers were stunned. After all, for the past sixteen years, they’d been pretending to be paralyzed in wheelchairs. Ignoring everyone’s stares, they walked up to me, shoved me aside, and pulled my brother into their arms. Julian looked deeply moved, his eyes welling up as he patted my brother’s head. “Jacob, I’m your father!” My brother frowned in disgust, quickly dodging away and grabbing my arm instead. His eyes were full of revulsion. “Trudy, who is this guy? How can he just walk up and claim to be my dad? I don’t know him!” Watching Julian and Mary’s embarrassed expressions, I couldn’t help but serve my brother some food. Seeing my brother’s cold reception, Julian couldn’t save face. He angrily shouted at me, “Trudy! Did you teach him this? You’re the one who taught Jacob not to recognize his parents! He was so well-behaved as a child—how did he turn out like this?” Mary also looked ready to cry, starting to beat her own chest. “You little vixen! You’ve been jealous that your brother’s a boy since childhood, and now you’re turning Jacob against us!” Their shamelessness made me laugh with anger. After all these years of never raising my brother for even a single day, what right did they have to expect his recognition? I said nothing, but Julian felt challenged and charged at me, ready to kick. He’d barely taken a step when a man much taller than him blocked his path. Julian looked up dismissively, but his expression changed the moment he saw who it was. “Mr. Winslow, what brings you here?” Cassian Winslow spoke calmly, “I don’t recall inviting you.” His voice carried an intimidating weight. Julian immediately deflated. The reporters who’d been interviewing my brother instantly swarmed toward Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, you’ve topped the wealth rankings again this month. Could we get an interview?” Cassian coldly toyed with the ring on his finger, ignoring everyone until the crowd gradually quieted down. Only then did he turn to look at us, his tone becoming much gentler. Having lost face in public, Julian forgot about his job and directly confronted Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, even if I’m your driver now, surely my son’s graduation celebration isn’t your business to manage?” Julian smiled smugly. “Mr. Winslow, my Jacob ranked first in the entire city!” Cassian chuckled at this, his tone unreadable. “Your Jacob?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Julian still naively believed that my brother standing beside me was his son. In my previous life, he’d refused to acknowledge me even unto death—how could I possibly continue being his cash cow? They’d always assumed I’d work like a pack mule for Jacob’s sake. How naive! I’d waited sixteen years just to watch them make fools of themselves today! Looking at Julian’s chubby, smiling face, I seized the moment to explain, “Actually… he’s not your Jacob. He’s just my brother.” Julian snorted coldly, “Jacob is my only son—what’s wrong with that? You’re not even his real sister.”

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When I was nine months pregnant, my water suddenly broke in my husband Lawrence’s office. His secretary Elizabeth Bennett pushed me away with a look of disgust. “How disgusting! A grown woman wetting herself like that—how embarrassing!” Lawrence appeared just in time and angrily slapped Elizabeth across the face. “This is my company. Even if my wife actually peed on your head, you’d just have to deal with it! You’re fired—get out now!” I passed out and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the nurse told me the baby didn’t survive. In my despair, I wanted to see my child one last time, but instead I saw Lawrence and Elizabeth secretly making out in the hallway outside my room. Lawrence gently kissed the red mark on her face. “Sorry, baby. I had to hit you or that crazy woman Olivia would never let you off the hook. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of that kid. Are you feeling better now? Once everything settles down, I’ll bring our daughter back and have her take care of it, so she can be a nanny for life.” My hands trembling, I turned on my phone’s recording function as tears streamed down my face. So ten years of love and five years of marriage had all been nothing but my own delusion. ***** Elizabeth pouted unhappily. “What if Jeanette doesn’t warm up to me when she grows up, and Olivia uses that against me? I don’t want that!” Lawrence affectionately tapped her forehead. “You’re being silly. With Olivia being such a strict mother, she’ll definitely micromanage everything about Jeanette. Once you say a few sweet words and take her out to play, how could she not like you? Besides, Jeanette is your daughter—how could she not be close to you?” “But Jeanette is our child after all. What if Olivia wants a paternity test in the future?” Lawrence pulled Elizabeth into his arms, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. Olivia has been completely obedient to me all these years. I’ve never even touched her, and she’s never suspected anything. That night I just found some random guy to sleep with her. If she makes a big fuss, I’ll release that video!” Elizabeth laughed admiringly and continued acting coy. “You can’t just avoid touching her—I also want you to damage her uterus so she can never be a mother. That’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied.” “Of course, baby,” Lawrence said, kissing her hand while comforting her. He used to do the same thing with me, but now it just made me sick. They continued whispering, but toward the end Elizabeth seemed a bit scared. “Maybe we should just drug her instead. Doing surgery out of nowhere might make people suspicious.” Lawrence smiled and ruffled her hair. “Didn’t you say drugging her wouldn’t be satisfying enough? Alright, just watch my performance when the time comes. She should be waking up soon—let me hold you a bit longer before I go upstairs.” Amid Elizabeth’s exaggerated laughter, I quietly slipped away. The wound in my abdomen felt like it was about to tear open, causing excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Lawrence, what exactly did he think I was? His enemy? I curled up in bed with my eyes closed, recalling all the memories from the past, unable to tell what was real and what was fake. “Honey, I’m here.” I opened my eyes to see Lawrence smiling tenderly. He was carrying a thermos, and his other hand was tightly holding mine where it lay on the bed. “I’ve been watching over you for hours. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Come on, eat up, little foodie. I made your favorite pan-seared bass and asparagus myself.” Lawrence speared a piece of asparagus with his fork, blew on it, and fed it to me. To outsiders, he seemed like the most dependable man, and for ten years I had believed the same thing. I pushed away the fork Lawrence offered me, my voice shaking. “Where’s my baby?” Lawrence put on a sorrowful expression. “Honey, you were carrying a stillborn baby—it wasn’t breathing when it was born. Not only that, but your uterus got infected too. I’ve already had them dispose of the baby. I won’t let anything that hurts you stick around!” These sweet words only made me feel cold all over. Tears streaming down my face, I grabbed Lawrence’s shoulder. “Please, let me see him one last time. After all, I carried him for nine months.” Lawrence calmly brushed my hand away, his tone becoming impatient. “I told you it’s been disposed of. Don’t you understand? Your uterus is infected too and needs immediate surgery. I’ve already adopted a child, so we’ll be a happy family of three.” Hearing him say “happy,” I laughed bitterly. I was about to argue back when I met Lawrence’s disgusted expression. He stood up and looked down at me. “Olivia, you just lost a child, so I don’t want to fight with you. But for your own good, you need to have your uterus removed immediately.” I tried to grab his sleeve, wanting to beg him to let me see the baby one last time. But Lawrence shook me off disdainfully and shouted toward the door: “Nurse, why aren’t you coming in? The patient is emotionally unstable—give her a sedative right away!” I could only watch helplessly as the nurses rushed in, my struggles useless. Finally, I was wheeled into the operating room for that so-called “treatment” surgery. Lawrence was truly heartless. Aside from that initial sedative injection, the doctors didn’t give me anything else. I remained conscious throughout almost the entire surgery. As the scalpel cut through my skin, waves of excruciating pain washed over me, but I gritted my teeth and didn’t make a sound. By the time I came out, sweat had completely soaked through my hospital gown. Lawrence had transformed back into that caring husband, looking at me tenderly as if nothing had happened. “You’ve been through so much, Olivia. Don’t be afraid—I’ll treat you even better from now on.” He seemed like he wanted to kiss my forehead, but I turned away and gave him only my cold, indifferent back. Lawrence, there was no future left between us.

I dragged my weakened body home with great effort. The study wasn’t locked because Lawrence wasn’t worried about me going in at all. He thought I would always respect him like before, so I easily found that safe. The box was stuffed with photos of him and Elizabeth. The top one was a family portrait of them with their child, with a line written on the back: Thank God for blessing me with this treasure. Below that, every single photo was a monthly pregnancy shot Lawrence had taken of Elizabeth. Each photo was marked with dates in black marker, along with his wishes for this child. If it was a boy, he hoped he’d be responsible and successful in life and career. If it was a girl, he wished her to be wise and kind. Boy or girl, this child should be healthy and safe, happy for life. I thought again of that child who never had the chance to open his eyes, and the hatred in my heart nearly consumed me. Maybe getting pregnant was a mistake from the start. I gently caressed my abdomen, where my child once lived. But he was taken away forever before he could even see this world. I wiped away my tears, otherwise I couldn’t see the photos clearly. Until I found Elizabeth’s prenatal checkup report, on the back of which was an apology letter Lawrence had written to me. I know I’m sorry to Olivia, but isn’t she at fault too? She can’t give birth to another man’s child. Removing her uterus is just right, I think she’s dirty anyway. To be honest, I’ve been very good to Olivia. I won’t let her know about Elizabeth either, I’ve been consistent with her. There was also a newly added line, the ink still wet, smudging at the slightest touch. Lawrence’s final words: Olivia and I are even now. Is this how he deceived me? His so-called kindness was just an excuse for his betrayal in the end. I wondered, Lawrence, when exactly did you change? I remember when I first took over Hawthorne Group, I was young and hot-headed, offending quite a few people. Everyone was waiting to see me fail, but Lawrence came to me voluntarily, saying he wanted to marry me and become part of my family. Lawrence was the only son of the Winters family, whose business empire was no smaller than ours. So I slapped everyone in the face hard. His eyes back then were as bright as stars in the night sky, gripping my hand tightly as he said he loved me. As long as he could be with me, he didn’t mind anything. Over the years, he even cured my insomnia, stomach problems, and headaches. Lawrence and I – it wasn’t congratulations during success, but a helping hand during hardship. I was once willing to give everything for him, but now he made me understand that everything comes with a price. Young me never thought about the bill behind all this. I tremblingly photographed these pictures one by one and sent them all to my lawyer Andy Jones. I wanted him to be utterly ruined and left with nothing, all within a week.

I only slept for a few hours before groggily getting out of bed. Today was the monthly visit to Winters Villa. To avoid suspicion, I forced myself to suppress my nausea and got in the car. Andy reminded me that I had to collect evidence at all costs. Only then could I bring Lawrence down completely when he was at his most vulnerable. But I never expected Lawrence to be so brazen—he sat openly with Elizabeth right in front of all the relatives. Lawrence kept brushing strands of hair from Elizabeth’s temples behind her ears. The moment I arrived, Lawrence’s sister Anne sneered and rolled her eyes. “Here comes the hen that laid a rotten egg. Late as usual, and with that sour face—absolutely disgusting.” Anne’s eyes were full of hostility. “I heard you even wet yourself in my brother’s office? Don’t you dare call yourself family anymore—it’s too embarrassing.” Anne had always hated me. Lawrence being a live-in son-in-law was something the entire family found shameful. After marriage, I’d tried hard to repair my relationship with her, but it was useless. I still remembered when Lawrence was away on business, Anne suddenly came to me with a dirty bracelet. She said it was a Winters family heirloom, only given to the true Mrs. Winters, and told me to wear it every day, no matter the occasion. I found it strange but did as she asked. Until the day Lawrence returned from his trip, saw the bracelet on my wrist, and frowned, saying, “Isn’t that the collar my sister puts on her dog?” Back then, Lawrence must have loved me. He was genuinely angry, and it was the first time I’d seen that arrogant girl Anne cry while apologizing to me. From then on, Anne gave me respect in front of others. But this time, Lawrence looked at me with nothing but annoyance, as if I embarrassed him. His tone was cold and impatient. “You shouldn’t have come today at all. If people find out I have a wife who’s incontinent, what will they think of me?” I stood there stunned. I knew he’d changed, but I never imagined he could be this shameless. He knew perfectly well that it was my water breaking, not the humiliating thing others claimed. Tears silently streamed down my face. The room fell quiet for half a minute. Everyone seemed unable to believe that the man who once cherished his wife beyond measure would now publicly humiliate me like this. Anne broke the silence, linking arms with Elizabeth and smiling. “Since my brother put it that way, Elizabeth will be your new wife from now on. Lawrence, you can’t refuse.” Under my gaze filled with pain, grievance, and a trace of hope, Lawrence nodded. Anne seized the moment to stir things up: “Lawrence, you have to kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” The relatives joined in the chanting, and Lawrence casually kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. He glanced back at me as if explaining he was forced into it, but I only felt disgusted. “Since you’ve called her wife and kissed her, Lawrence, shouldn’t you show something? You can’t just marry such a beautiful wife for nothing!” Lawrence smiled with feigned helplessness, but his movements were quick as he pulled an exquisite bracelet from his pocket and solemnly placed it on Elizabeth’s wrist. Anne gasped: “Lawrence, isn’t that our family’s ancestral bracelet?” Lawrence nodded, pulling Elizabeth closer. “You just told me to show something, and now you’re reluctant? Don’t you think this bracelet suits Elizabeth perfectly?” It really did suit her. Elizabeth held the child in her arms while Lawrence held her tightly. No matter how you looked at it, they were a warm family of three. My eyes stung red, tears falling drop by drop. Anne mocked loudly again: “How can someone be so clueless about the occasion, making such a scene here? What a troublemaker.” Seeing me cry, Lawrence smugly pulled Elizabeth even closer. “My sister’s just joking around. Why are you being so petty? You’re ruining the whole atmosphere—can’t you stop being such a killjoy?” “Olivia, don’t be angry. It’s my fault.” The moment Elizabeth touched me, she suddenly pretended to be startled and cried out, falling to the side. Lawrence immediately caught her. Before I could react, Anne pretended to be concerned and shoved me to the ground. My body was already weak, held up only by sheer willpower. I felt warmth flowing beneath me, and looking down, I saw blood had already stained the floor. But the physical pain couldn’t compare to the ache in my heart. Lawrence held Elizabeth with concern written all over his face. But when he looked at me, he immediately switched to a cold expression. “Olivia, why do you always ruin the mood? You sat down on the ground yourself—how could you be bleeding? Stop making a scene, will you? If you’re going to act, at least make it believable. Can’t you have some common sense?” My nails dug deep into my palms, sending sharp pain through me. Only this way could I block out his cruel words. Maybe because I remained silent, or Lawrence got tired of talking, or perhaps Elizabeth really needed his comfort—Lawrence picked Elizabeth up in his arms in front of everyone. He said, “Elizabeth, does it hurt? Let me take you upstairs to rest.” The last thing I saw was Elizabeth’s triumphant and contemptuous smile as she looked back at me. After getting the bleeding treated at the hospital, I returned home. I stumbled into the villa’s courtyard, where dirty clothes were scattered all over the flower beds, and not a single servant was in sight. Elizabeth was leaning against the fountain, speaking smugly: “Babe, have you ever gotten oral from that old hag Olivia?” I froze. Elizabeth’s moans grew louder and louder—that was Lawrence’s best answer. Thinking about our pathetically few intimate encounters made the irony even more bitter. Once, on a whim, I had a makeup artist come to the house to do my makeup. I timed it perfectly for Lawrence’s return, deliberately posing in the most seductive position. Under the sultry purple lighting, the lace on my body revealed tantalizing glimpses of my figure. But the moment Lawrence walked in, he flicked on the lights. His face showed no expression, yet his lips suddenly curved into a cold sneer. “Olivia, stop wasting your energy. I know you want a child, and I’ll give you one.” So that’s how it was! That’s actually how it was! My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers. No wonder I got pregnant shortly after that night. Lawrence didn’t want to touch me, so he found someone else to take his place, while I foolishly dreamed of sharing a life with him! I stood there numbly, finally realizing all the clues had been right in front of me—I just hadn’t seen them. I don’t know how much time passed before a baby’s crying brought me back to reality. Elizabeth stood in front of me with her phone, looking triumphant. She tilted her neck back, showing off the large hickeys on her throat. “They say mothers and children are connected at heart, and it’s so true. Look, just a phone recording and you’re reacting this strongly. If you saw the actual child, would you cry yourself to death?” I thought: “The child? My child is still alive?” I lunged forward and grabbed Elizabeth, my strength so intense she struggled desperately. I didn’t care about anything else—I just knew my child wasn’t dead! “Tell me! Where are you hiding him? Tell me! Say it!” I shook Elizabeth with all my might, the fury in my eyes almost burning through her. “Cough, cough, let go of me. I can’t, cough, cough, cough, breathe.” Elizabeth finally managed to gasp out a few words. I released my grip, and she didn’t even bother coughing anymore. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she slowly approached me, leaning close to my ear and speaking word by word: “Your child was beaten to death by Lawrence.” “Such a pity.” Elizabeth pretended to be shocked, covering her mouth. “He didn’t die after the first blow—he was still writhing like a worm. If Lawrence hadn’t been so strong and beaten him three times, that bastard might have survived.” “You crazy b*tch, I’m going to kill you!” Rage made me completely lose control. My eyes turned red as I raised my hand to strike Elizabeth. The next second, someone shoved me hard to the ground. My leg hit the stone pavement with a crisp sound of bone cracking. But Lawrence, who had pushed me, immediately shielded Elizabeth, his face full of disgust. “Olivia, what’s gotten into you? You used to act so fragile, falling over with the slightest push. Now you can actually hit people—it’s a miracle!” He backed away with Elizabeth in his arms, as if I were something filthy. “I really don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish! Elizabeth gave us a child. Instead of being grateful for her sacrifice, you treat her like this? She can never be a mother again, and you have the heart to hit her? Olivia, how did you become like this?” I said nothing, and Lawrence didn’t want to argue with me anymore. “Fine, I’m taking Elizabeth away. She won’t appear in front of you again—are you satisfied now? Get up, there’s been no one home these past few days, so stop pretending!” With that, Lawrence left with Elizabeth in his arms. My phone had already shattered in half when I fell, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for me to move even slightly. I could only collapse on the ground. From day to night, then to the next morning, I felt like my whole body was burning with fever. It wasn’t until Lawrence came home to get a coat for Elizabeth that he discovered me lying on the ground. “Olivia, is this really necessary?” Lawrence’s tone grew increasingly impatient as he looked down at me from above. “Still playing the victim? I barely pushed you, and you’re bleeding and haven’t gotten up all night. No wonder I don’t want to deal with you—you’re exhausting.” He rubbed his forehead, looking troubled. “Olivia, stop making a scene. I’m really tired.” I nodded, my attitude calm. Lawrence seemed to have forgotten that I was never the type of woman who liked to cause drama. “Good,” he sighed, as if granting me some great favor: “I know you love me too much and feel insecure. Our wedding anniversary is coming up, and I’ll make it spectacular for you.” He reached out to embrace me, but I dodged away. Lawrence was truly shameless. At my insistence, Lawrence reluctantly called an ambulance for me. The paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher to take me to the hospital. On the way, I received an OK emoji from Andy. Domestic violence, adultery, asset transfer, abandonment and harm to a newborn. All the evidence had finally been collected. I no longer had to pretend to be Lawrence’s wife.

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On my tenth Christmas since returning to my biological parents, my eyes were blinded by the fake heir Nicholas Ray, leaving me nearly completely sightless. Devastated, I took the initiative to break off my engagement, but my fiancée firmly refused. “I love you. Let me be your eyes.” My parents, Darian and Jessica Ray, also stood firmly by me and immediately called the police. Unexpectedly, during the police investigation, the fake heir accidentally fell from a building and died. With my family’s love and support, my fiancée and I successfully got married. On our fifth Christmas together, my child Soren Ray had just come home from school when I accidentally overheard that fake heir’s voice at the door. “That blind man sure has nine lives. After all these years, the poison still hasn’t killed him.” My wife Mia Lynn’s voice was sweet and cheerful. “Soon enough. In a few more days, all his inheritance will be ours. He’s been taking such good care of our child all these years! Mom and Dad said once he transfers all of Grandpa’s inheritance to our names, we won’t need to worry about him anymore.” In that moment, I finally understood—everything was a web of lies woven by those closest to me. If that’s what they wanted, then so be it. ***** Heartbroken, I prepared to leave but accidentally knocked over a flower pot by the door. The sound of it hitting the ground caught their attention. “Who’s there!” Mia reacted quickly, immediately pulling the door open. When she saw me, her voice instinctively became sharp. “Jack, how long have you been standing here?” At the same time, I felt a hostile gaze filled with feminine energy boring into my face. I understood—this was Nicholas staring at me, trying to read something from my expression. He had studied micro-expression analysis, and ever since I returned to this family, he’d always used my expressions to frame me. I was still just a blind man for now—I couldn’t afford to tear off the mask yet. “I just came upstairs. I heard you talking just now? Is someone visiting?” The room fell into brief silence. Though I couldn’t see, I could guess the current situation. Nicholas must be observing my reaction. I tried to keep my expression calm and natural. After a moment, Mia Lynn relaxed. “I just invited your attending physician over to understand your recovery progress. By the way, this month’s physical therapy is about to start again. Jack, let me take you there.” I didn’t refuse and nodded gently. The therapy room was on the thirteenth floor of the hospital. Mia escorted me to the room. The doctor quickly gave me an injection. My eyes began to sting, and I became drowsy. But the next moment, I suddenly became alert. “If we continue using this medication, Jack’s optic nerves and brain nerves will be completely damaged. He’ll only be able to become a vegetable then. If we stop the medication immediately and provide proper care, there’s still hope for recovery.” The speaker was my attending physician. My heart instantly turned ice cold. What did this mean? I’d always thought he was injecting me with medication to treat my eyes, but it was actually chronic poison? And this doctor was a specialist that Darian and Jessica had specifically hired. I held my breath, not daring to let Mia notice anything unusual. Mia’s voice carried irritation. “This is also his parents’ intention. If you don’t believe me, go ask them yourself.” I waited patiently for the call to connect. Soon, I heard Darian and Jessica’s voices echoing in the therapy room. “The medication for Jack? Keep using it. It doesn’t matter if he becomes a vegetable in the end anyway. It’s fine—when that happens, we can have Nicholas get plastic surgery to swap faces with him, and no one will suspect anything.” Those few short sentences completely chilled my heart, and I almost couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I thought that during the ten Christmases since returning home, showing filial piety to Darian and Jessica every day would make them truly accept me. But now it seemed that nothing could compare to Nicholas, whom they’d raised since childhood, even without a drop of shared blood. The call ended, and Mia impatiently waved her hand. “Hurry up and finish today’s treatment session. I’m leaving first. If he asks, just tell him I had something at the company.” The sound of her high heels gradually faded away. Hearing the sound of the medication being prepared, I suddenly opened my eyes. I turned toward where the sound came from and said in a low voice, “Doctor, have you ever considered switching employers?”

When Mia returned, the doctor had already helped me sit up properly. “Honey, how are you feeling today? Better than yesterday?” Her tone was still so gentle and caring, but now it only made me feel sick. I calmly pulled my arm from her embrace and smiled casually: “Much better. Maybe after a few more treatments, I’ll be completely recovered.” I could feel Mia’s breathing suddenly become rapid. She smiled and congratulated me, then said she needed to discuss something privately with the doctor and asked me to step out. I walked out of the room but didn’t actually leave. Instead, I sat outside the door, quietly listening to Mia aggressively berating the doctor. I discreetly turned on my phone’s recording function. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are his eyes getting better and better?” The doctor’s explanation chilled me to the bone. “Jack’s blindness after Christmas was actually just a stress response. Theoretically, it would gradually recover on its own without treatment. After using medication for so many months, his body has developed resistance. Stronger drugs would damage his liver and could even be life-threatening.” Mia impatiently interrupted him: “So what? I don’t care about anything else. Just make sure you prepare the medication properly.” After the conversation ended, I stopped recording and walked out step by step with my white cane. Suddenly someone bumped into me. The person didn’t apologize, just slipped a piece of paper into my palm. The note felt somewhat rough and uneven – like a message meant for me. Before I could examine it carefully, Mia called out to me from behind. “Honey, what are you doing here?” I instinctively hid the note and turned toward her. “Nothing, just waiting for you here.” Mia said nothing more and directly led me to the car to go home and see Darian and Jessica. After getting out of the car, Darian and Jessica enthusiastically came over to link arms with me. “Jack, Mia told us you’ll be able to see again soon. When that happens, I’ll definitely throw you a party. Let everyone know that the Ray family heir is healthy and well. It’s just that the company’s been a bit tight on funds lately…” Every time Mia brought me back, Darian and Jessica would chat for just a few minutes before starting to complain about the company’s difficulties. And because I’d been carrying guilt over Nicholas’s death, I would always use income from the fund my grandfather left me to help them out. But what I got in return was them wanting my life for Nicholas’s sake. I quietly distanced myself from them. “The fund returns haven’t been great lately, and I still need money for my eye treatment. I really can’t spare any.” Saying this made me feel even worse. All these months, Darian and Jessica had used the excuse of not wanting to pressure me to make me pay for my own treatment costs, but in reality, they were using my money to harm me. “How could you not have the money?” Jessica’s voice became sharp, but she quickly realized her slip and hurried to cover: “Jack, I didn’t mean anything by that. I just think with all the assets your grandfather left you, how could you not have a few hundred thousand dollars? Maybe those fund managers are deceiving you. How about this – let us manage the fund for you. We’re all family, how could we possibly cheat you?” It was precisely my parents and wife who had deceived me the most deeply. I suppressed a cold laugh and refused Jessica, citing that the contract hadn’t expired yet. When she saw I wouldn’t give her money, her expression immediately turned cold. She instructed the servants to take me upstairs while she and Darian went into the kitchen, saying they wanted to personally cook me a good meal. After the servant left, I quietly made my way to the kitchen door and turned on my phone’s recording function.

“What an ungrateful bastard, making excuses every time we ask him for money.” The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was particularly grating, and Jessica’s cursing felt like she was chopping up my heart. Darian chimed in from the side. “I think all the kindness he showed us before was just an act. If Nicholas hadn’t blinded him, he’d probably be getting too big for his britches by now.” I felt nothing but cold inside. Back when Darian and Jessica’s company was struggling financially, I was the one who went to countless business dinners, drinking until I had stomach bleeding, just to save their company. When my father developed kidney failure, both Nicholas and I were compatible donors, but I was the one who volunteered to give up a kidney. Yet all my sacrifices had somehow become my fault in their mouths. “Darian, Jessica, it’s okay. Once Jack dies, Nicholas can come back.” “Back when Darian was sick, if it wasn’t for Nicholas…” I couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what followed, and left in a daze. I returned to my room and pulled out the Braille note hidden in my pocket, slowly feeling my way through it. [Jack, you actually heard me talking to Mia that day, didn’t you? Too bad you’re just a useless blind man who doesn’t have the guts to confront Mia.] [Forgot to tell you, all that money Mom and Dad took from you this Christmas, I spent every penny of it. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had to fake my death.] [Oh, and the evidence of me blinding you has long been destroyed by Mom, Dad, and Mia. They personally closed the case too.] I could clearly feel the wailing in my heart. The parents and wife I had always given everything to had never considered me family. But before I could even process my grief, a message from the doctor interrupted my thoughts. “Mr. Ray, according to protocol, if you use the medication one more time, you’ll likely go permanently blind and suffer nerve damage. But if you stop the medication, you should recover in about half a month.” The doctor’s words helped calm my emotions somewhat. Mia knocked on the door, and I followed her downstairs for dinner. At the dinner table, I tried to speak up. “My health has been poor lately, and I’m just dragging Mia down. Maybe we should get divorced.” As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the sound of dishes shattering next to Mia, followed by her ice-cold voice. “Jack, what do you mean by that?” “I will never divorce you. If I thought you were a burden, I wouldn’t have married you in the first place.” She reached around from behind me with a smile, her body temperature warm, yet I felt cold all over. Mia said gently. “After all, the doctor said your eyes are recovering. Just a few more treatments and you’ll be fine.” Mia knew full well that continuing the medication would turn me into a vegetable or leave me completely blind, but she still wanted me dead. I forced a smile and took her hand. “I was just joking. I don’t really want a divorce. Don’t worry.” Everyone at the table was laughing when Mia’s phone suddenly rang. She said it was work and left. Soon after, Darian and Jessica also got up and left the table. Ever since going blind, my hearing had become particularly sharp. I heard the front door open and people deliberately lowering their voices in conversation. “Why won’t this blind fool just get lost? I get annoyed just looking at him.” Nicholas’s voice was full of impatience, while Darian and Jessica carefully tried to appease him. “Don’t rush, he’s still useful. We haven’t gotten our hands on the money your grandfather left him yet…” Nicholas said nothing more but started walking toward me step by step. Hearing the footsteps, I quickly spoke up, “Dad, Mom, do we have guests?” Darian and Jessica hurriedly made excuses, when Mia suddenly let out a gasp. What followed was the disgusting sound of kissing and hushed flirting. “Baby, how about you keep me company tonight? Right here next to this blind fool.” “I’ll be careful. I promise to make you happy tonight.”

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I’m Amelia Gilbert, and both Bradley Wilson, my secret crush, and his father Vincent Wilson have been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Without hesitation, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. In my past life, I was forced to become Bradley’s antidote and ended up pregnant. But he was always deeply in love with his first love, Lainey Wood, and rarely came home after we married. On our fifth Christmas together, he killed my son and me, burying us in Lainey’s pomegranate orchard as fertilizer. He firmly believed I had maliciously drugged him to force a relationship, preventing him from being with Lainey. He could only watch helplessly as Lainey left for distant lands and eventually died of illness. When I woke up, I found myself back at the moment they were poisoned. In this life, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. ***** “Ms. Gilbert, please think of something! Mr. Wilson is about to pass out!” The housekeeper Sydney Fuller paced back and forth anxiously. I broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly. The excruciating pain of being hit by a car and collapsing to the ground hadn’t faded yet. My child’s bloodied and mangled face still lingered before my eyes. Sydney’s voice suddenly rang out, leaving me somewhat dazed. In my past life, Sydney was dismissed after I married Bradley. We never saw each other again. Sydney said, “Today is the family dinner. Mr. Wilson has had a bit too much to drink. Would you go check on him?” Upon hearing this, I instinctively stepped back two paces. I thought in shock, “I’m alive again?” “Sydney, have the driver pick up Lainey. Bradley has been drugged with an aphrodisiac.” I suppressed my inner excitement and looked at Sydney beside me. She paused, a hint of confusion crossing her face. “Sydney, hurry!” I stepped back again, distancing myself from Bradley’s door. “If we delay any longer, it’ll cause permanent damage.” Watching Sydney’s hurried figure as she contacted people, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In my past life, I entered the room to check on Bradley’s condition, but he roughly pulled me onto the bed, while Sydney mistakenly thought we were mutually attracted and left. Then came my pregnancy, marriage—everything went smoothly. I thought we were deeply in love, not knowing it was just the beginning of hell. He despised me, believing I had schemed to marry him and caused his separation from his beloved. He was cold to me, sarcastically suggesting my child might not even be his, and wouldn’t even allow the child to appear at his dinner table. On our fifth Christmas, he drove drunk and killed my two children and me. When the car came speeding toward us, the children were still clinging tightly to my legs, only to be consumed by blood the next second. Suppressing the hatred in my heart, I slowly walked toward another bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. I remembered clearly that Bradley’s father Vincent had also been drugged with an aphrodisiac. It was rumored that his health was poor, which was why he only had one son. So naturally, the Wilson family inheritance fell to Bradley. But what if Vincent had a few more children this time? I pushed open the door, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom. Vincent’s eyes burned with desire, his black shirt clinging to his abdominal muscles. When our eyes met, his Adam’s apple bobbed suddenly, and he pulled me into his arms.

The next afternoon, I walked out of my room wrapped in my torn clothes. I ran right into Lainey carrying lunch toward Bradley’s room, a faint red mark visible on her neck. She looked up at me, her gaze scanning me from head to toe before a knowing smile curved her lips. “Ms. Gilbert, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?” she asked. Standing in front of me, she tilted her chin up slightly. “You haven’t done something shameful, have you? Though I suppose it makes sense—for wealth and status, you’d seduce a man old enough to be your father. How embarrassing if word got out.” I looked up at her. “Are you talking about yourself?” Lainey snorted coldly. “Don’t try to be clever with me. I’m nothing like you. I’m the one who’s going to marry Bradley, while you’re just his plaything for entertainment.” I pulled my clothes tighter around me, thinking: “Plaything for entertainment?” In my past life, Vincent had indeed paid someone for services, giving the woman money afterward to settle things. But this life would be different. I would get pregnant soon. If I could carry Bradley’s child in my past life, I could certainly carry Vincent’s child in this one. My gaze swept over the hot milk in her hands. “Ms. Wood, please go serve Mr. Wilson.” I was about to leave when I caught sight of Bradley approaching from the corner of my eye. He wrapped his arm around Lainey and leaned down to kiss her, their lips and tongues intertwining. “Lainey, after such an exhausting night, why didn’t you stay and sleep with me longer?” he said. Lainey pouted her red lips. “I still have to work my part-time job. I can’t always stay here with you.” Then she looked at me. “I see Ms. Gilbert seems quite leisurely. How enviable.” Bradley spoke with contempt in his voice. “What is she worth? Baby, forget about those part-time jobs. You’re mine now.” After speaking, he turned his gaze to me, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. “Did you have the driver pick up Lainey last night? You’re smarter than I thought! But you’d better remember your place. Don’t even think about touching what doesn’t belong to you!” His icy words pierced my heart like needles, making me feel like a complete joke. It turns out that loving someone really can’t be hidden. In my past life, Bradley had saved me from bullies, and from that moment, I secretly fell for him, always trying to stay close to him. After graduation, I even came to work as the acting housekeeper at the Wilson Manor, just to be closer to the man I loved. I had asked him if he truly wanted to marry me. He had clearly nodded in agreement and comforted me: “Of course I do. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.” But once he truly gained control of the Wilson family, he lost patience with me. The word “hypocrite” was made to describe Bradley. I nodded calmly. “I understand.” In this life, with Lainey in the picture, I wondered if the two of them could stay together. I was about to leave when Bradley suddenly blocked my path, completely cutting off my escape route. His gaze fixed intently on my forearm, where red marks from last night’s restraints still remained. “Who did this?” He grabbed my arm roughly. “Can’t you live without a man? Can’t you hold back for even a moment?” He gripped me tightly, and my torn sleeve slipped down. I quickly used my other hand to pull my clothes back up. Fighting through the pain in my arm, I looked at him with disgust. “Mr. Wilson, let go of me!” His face flushed slightly, and his grip tightened even more. “Did you sleep with one of the security guards? Are you that desperate?” he said. His eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to throw me out the door immediately. Just as I was about to tell him to get lost, Lainey’s voice suddenly rang out: “It’s so hot!” Bradley immediately released me and rushed to her side. She was crouched on the ground, the cup of hot milk spilled everywhere. She covered her arm with one hand, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s so hot, it hurts!” Bradley immediately helped her up and pulled her into his arms. Lainey rested her chin on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, her eyes meeting mine with pure smugness. In my past life, besides seducing Bradley, Lainey had affairs with several other men, including older ones, all in pursuit of marrying someone wealthy. Later, when she saw Bradley marry me, she turned to an elderly rich man, even going abroad to bear his child. In the end, she was abused by the old man and couldn’t escape. She finally killed him and then took her own life. Yet Bradley firmly believed that Lainey had chosen to end her life because of her love for him. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a strange flutter in my abdomen. I was probably going to be a mother soon. And the Wilson family heir would no longer have to be Bradley’s. I smiled softly, though there was no warmth in my eyes.

After the incident, Vincent got up to pack his bags and head to the branch office. Before leaving, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Wait for me. I’ll give you an explanation when I get back.” I didn’t ask what kind of explanation that would be. Once he found out I was carrying his child, he would definitely marry me. Though it was only a few days, the wait felt unbearably long. The conversation between Lainey and me that day had been overheard by quite a few servants. They mistakenly thought I had seduced Bradley. However, Bradley made it clear that his future wife could only be Lainey, and demanded that everyone treat Lainey with the same respect they showed him. “Hey, did you guys hear? What’s the deal with Ms. Gilbert?” “I heard she’s been with that security guard. As the head housekeeper, she was doing that kind of thing during work hours!” “Exactly. And she’s a college graduate too. I think she’s worse than someone who didn’t even finish elementary school.” These people hadn’t even seen me enter Vincent’s room, yet they gathered together to gossip about it. After hearing these rumors, Bradley’s face turned ashen, and he left without saying a word. To curry favor with the future lady of the house, the maids began disobeying my instructions. My meals were sprinkled with dirt and pebbles, making them inedible. Even my bedding was often doused with water, leaving it soaking wet and impossible to sleep on. “Ms. Gilbert, your bedding is wet again.” Lainey stood nearby with her arms crossed, smiling as she said, “They’re really going too far, bullying you like this.” I turned my head away, unwilling to look at her fake smile, and continued hanging my bedding on the clothesline. More and more nasty comments reached my ears, with some people saying them right to my face. They said I had slept my way through college, that I came to work at the Wilson Manor just to seduce men. Some even knocked on my door at night to check if I was sleeping alone. “She wasn’t here last night. Do you think she snuck into some security guard’s room?” “I bet it was Justin—he was alone in his room last night!” I just gave them a cold glance, not wanting to get into a direct confrontation with them for now. They were clearly following Lainey’s instigation, trying to make me so miserable that I’d leave on my own. Just as I was about to return to my room, I suddenly encountered Bradley in the hallway, who had just returned from outside. He slammed me against the wall and grabbed my throat with his other hand. “Are you that desperate? Can’t go a moment without a man?” His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of contempt. Terror shot through me as I tried to break free from his grip, but I was too weak to overpower him. “You actually believe that kind of talk? That says more about what kind of person you are.” I looked directly into his eyes, speaking each word clearly. A flash of anger crossed his gaze. “Bitch! Someone like you is capable of anything.” He continued staring at my face, maintaining eye contact. Perhaps my struggling annoyed him, because he spoke again: “Amelia, I can make you my woman, but my wife can only be Lainey.” Everything went black before my eyes. I felt that all my past feelings for him had been completely wasted. I snorted coldly. “Disgusting!” He suddenly reached out and grabbed my face roughly. He threatened, “What? You still want to sleep with other men? Amelia, don’t be ungrateful. You can only be mine. Otherwise…” My jaw ached from his grip, and the flesh on my cheeks felt like it was about to tear. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly released his grip and gently caressed my cheek. With an ambiguous expression, he said, “You just need to be obedient. I simply can’t marry you, but you can name any other conditions you want.” I frowned. “Bradley! I don’t agree.” He suddenly flew into a rage and slammed my head hard against the wall. He roared, “You came to my house just to seduce men? If that’s the case, then get out now! We don’t need a disgusting housekeeper like you here!” I took the opportunity to turn and leave. Leaving the Wilson Manor would actually be good—I could quietly focus on my pregnancy. Just as I turned the corner, Lainey blocked my path. She said, “Amelia, why are you trying to seduce my man?” I was somewhat speechless and prepared to walk around her. “Ms. Gilbert, don’t be like this,” Lainey suddenly shouted loudly. I turned back just in time to see her open the window and fall from the second floor. I froze in place, unable to understand what she was trying to do. The servants downstairs suddenly rushed out, and Bradley immediately followed. “Lainey!” He swept Lainey into his arms and carried her inside, calling for the family doctor at the same time. Lainey nestled in his embrace, saying softly, “Bradley, I was careless. Ms. Gilbert didn’t push me. I just don’t want you to be taken away from me!” “Amelia!” Bradley’s gaze turned cold as he looked at me. “You’ve gone too far! Bring her to me!” Several security guards immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged me in front of Bradley. My head hit the steps hard, making me dizzy. “How dare you lay a hand on Lainey?” Bradley stared at me intently. “It wasn’t me!” I protested urgently. “There are real-time security cameras in all the hallways. You can check the footage!” Lainey gently tugged at Bradley’s sleeve, saying quietly, “Just let it go. She probably didn’t mean it.” “You’re still defending her?” Bradley frowned at me. “Lainey, you’re still so naive.” He held Lainey tightly. “I’ll make sure you get justice!” I forced a bitter smile, feeling a chill in my heart. He never wanted to listen to my explanations. Bradley said, “Then scar her face!” I shook my head frantically. If my face was injured, I’d face discrimination when looking for jobs in the future. “No!” I looked up at them. “I didn’t do it. You can’t treat me like this!” Bradley sneered, “Too late. Go get the fruit knife!” A faint smile played at the corners of Lainey’s mouth. I was furious. I hadn’t done anything, yet I was being dragged into this charade. Bradley picked up the fruit knife and slashed it across my face without hesitation. Blood trickled down my cheek as I trembled from the pain. A small pool of blood quickly formed on the floor. “This is the price of making mistakes!” He leaned down close to me, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make me angry, or I won’t hesitate to kill you!” My whole body went cold. So Bradley had been reborn too, just like me. Thinking of everything from my past life, rage boiled up inside me. He raised the fruit knife again, waving it in front of me. “Do you know you were wrong? Just admit your mistake, and I’ll stop.” “I did nothing wrong!” I glared at him fiercely. “Bradley, why won’t you just die!” He immediately flew into a rage and raised the knife again. Just then, urgent footsteps could be heard approaching. Vincent called out urgently, “What do you think you’re doing?”

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I, Adelyn Schmidt, received news that my husband Dylan Wright had been hospitalized for poisoning. Despite my sprained ankle, I endured the pain and limped my way to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the hospital room door, he walked right past me and excitedly pulled the young woman who had followed me in—Juliet Fowler—into his arms. He said, “Honey, you’re finally here. I missed you so much!” Juliet shot me a provocative glance, then hooked her arms around Dylan’s neck and kissed him, her cheeks flushed. The two of them were intimate as if no one else existed. After a moment, he seemed to notice my presence for the first time. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking as shy as a young boy. He said, “Your mom looks amazing for her age—doesn’t look fifty at all.” ***** Dylan’s unexpected comment plunged the entire hospital room into an eerie silence. I stared at him in disbelief. Do I really look that old? Juliet quickly pushed him. “You’ve got the wrong person—she’s not my mom!” Dylan paused, confused. “Then who is she?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but my voice still trembled. “Dylan, I’m your wife! What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you recognize me?” He responded as if he’d heard something utterly ridiculous, laughing coldly. “Could you have some shame? My wife’s name is Juliet. She’s beautiful. You’re just some ugly freak with a scar on your face—how dare you claim to be my wife?” “Dylan, stop it!” Dylan’s friend Nathan Fields rushed forward to cut him off. Looking embarrassed, Nathan scratched his head and avoided eye contact as he explained to me, “Adelyn, please don’t take this the wrong way. Dylan’s just talking nonsense. He accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms at lunch, just woke up from being unconscious, and his mind isn’t clear yet. “This is Juliet Fowler, a new intern at our company. “You know Dylan has always loved you most—how could he possibly not remember you?” The scar at the corner of my eye, long since healed, suddenly throbbed with pain, making my eyes well up with tears. I got that scar during a college camping trip when I grabbed Dylan to stop him from falling into a pit, getting scratched by a tree branch in the process. Now he was using that very scar to call me ugly. I suddenly remembered the days I used to curl up on the couch watching dramas. The male lead would lose his memory in a car accident and mistake another woman for his beloved, and the female lead’s suffering would make me cry my eyes out. Back then, Dylan would hold me in his arms and whisper softly, “Baby, I would never mistake you for anyone else. Even if I got Alzheimer’s someday, I’d recognize you instantly, because you’re my one and only.” Everyone said Dylan loved me deeply, and I’d always believed it. But what was this now? He didn’t remember me, yet he clearly called out the name of an intern who’d just started working. Was he really confused from eating poisonous mushrooms? Or had he quietly erased me from his heart without me noticing? I looked at Nathan. “I made Dylan’s lunch myself and delivered it personally. I know exactly what was in it—there weren’t any strange mushrooms. How could he have been poisoned?” Nathan said, “Dylan wanted to try something different, so he ordered takeout.” I cut him off directly. “Dylan never eats takeout.” Nathan touched his nose, stammering without being able to explain anything clearly. Some things really don’t need to be spelled out. Seeing this, what didn’t I understand? “Dylan ate food that Juliet brought him, didn’t he?” As I said this, a chill ran down my spine. I suddenly realized how ridiculous and foolish it was for me to go to the supermarket every day to pick the freshest ingredients, spend hours making his lunch, and then deliver it to his company. Dylan frowned impatiently. “Nathan, what’s the point of talking to this ugly freak? Just get rid of her.” Nathan looked at me awkwardly. “Adelyn, maybe you should go home for now. I’ll call you when Dylan recovers.” Juliet chimed in from the side, “That’s right. Dylan doesn’t even recognize you right now. You being here isn’t helping his recovery.” “Shut up! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to say these things to me!” Looking at Juliet’s smug expression, I couldn’t hold back and shouted. “Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at my wife—do you know what the consequences will be?” Dylan comfortingly rubbed Juliet’s head, carefully protecting her behind him, and looked at me with cold hostility.

I stared silently at the scene before me, an indescribable pain spreading through my heart. The person standing in front of me was the one I loved most, the one who had made my heart flutter since our school days, the one whose face I could clearly picture even with my eyes closed. This person who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, who once opened his arms only for me, who let me act spoiled and willful, who always treasured me like a precious gem—now held another woman in his embrace, kissing her intimately. In that moment, his image suddenly became blurred in my eyes. My eyes stung with tears, but I straightened my spine, struggling to maintain my dignified composure, unwilling to show even a hint of distress in front of that pathetic homewrecker. Nathan said softly, “Adelyn, don’t be too upset. Once Dylan comes to his senses, this misunderstanding will be cleared up.” Misunderstanding? I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave that suffocating hospital room. “That ugly woman finally left. She’s completely crazy. Nathan, next time she comes, don’t let her in.” Dylan’s cold, disgusted voice drifted through the barely closed door crack into my ears. The hallway bustled with people coming and going, filled with constant noise. I walked through it alone, the tears I’d been holding back finally breaking free, rushing out all at once. Under the strange stares of passersby, I quickened my pace to escape, not allowing myself to break down completely until I was sitting in my car. Slumped over the steering wheel, my face was streaked with tears. How could I not be heartbroken? All those countless days and nights I’d spent with Dylan over the years had been so blissfully sweet, deeply etched in my memory. Whenever I closed my eyes, those scenes would flash before me one by one. I never imagined that Dylan, who had held me in the palm of his hand and cherished me so dearly, would one day betray me, seeking the thrill of an affair. How I wished this was all just a nightmare! When I woke up, everything would return to how it used to be. Back home, I dumped all of Dylan’s favorite dishes I’d prepared straight into the trash, then went directly to the bedroom and lay down. Outside the window, it had started raining at some point, with large raindrops pelting the glass, making a steady drumming sound. Cold wind carrying a chill crept in through the half-open window. My face pressed against the tear-soaked pillowcase, the cold making me pull the blanket tighter around myself. I felt as if this sudden heartbreak had drained all my strength, leaving me without even the energy to get up and close the window. When I woke in the morning, I touched my slightly feverish forehead and was about to look for some cold medicine. But as I prepared to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me had somehow been closed. While I was still puzzled, I heard approaching footsteps outside the door. Dylan said, “You’re awake? Come sit over here, I made you breakfast.” He affectionately put his arm around my shoulder, leading me to sit at the dining table, and pushed the sandwich he’d made in front of me. “Try it and see how I did.” I looked at his smiling face and remained silent. The smile on his face gradually faded under my cold stare. “Adelyn, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have mistaken you for someone else yesterday. You’re my most beloved treasure—how could I mistake my own wife?” He blamed himself remorsefully. “It’s all my fault, I’m such a bastard, I deserve to die. “But you have to believe me, I have absolutely nothing going on with that new intern at the company.”

Dylan crouched down, gently cupping my face with both hands. “My heart is small—there’s no room for anyone but you.” His eyes were devout as he gazed at me tenderly, as if he wanted to drown me in his gaze. But this time, I didn’t have the courage to trust him so easily again. “Yesterday at lunch, why didn’t you eat the meal I brought you, and ate Juliet’s instead?” I asked calmly. A flash of anger crossed Dylan’s face. “I get mad just thinking about it. It’s all Juliet’s fault—she accidentally knocked over the food you made for me yesterday, then insisted on forcing her lunch on me. That’s how I got poisoned and ended up in the hospital, mistaking you for someone else and breaking your heart.” “Are you telling the truth?” I asked. “When have I ever lied to you?” He kissed my forehead gently. “After all these years of devotion to you, isn’t that enough to prove my sincerity?” He nuzzled my face pitifully. “Didn’t you say that trust is the most important thing between husband and wife? Are you really going to stop believing in me over this little misunderstanding?” We’d known each other for nearly ten years—that bond had seeped into my very bones. How could I easily let it go? I rubbed my reddened eyes and let out a long sigh. After all, who could go through life without making mistakes? Dylan was successful and handsome—naturally people would gravitate toward him. Maybe Juliet had been the one pursuing him. Even if he’d been momentarily tempted by her, it was just the kind of mistake many men might make. That’s how I comforted myself. Since I couldn’t let go, I chose to forgive him. But this would be the last time. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist, and Dylan’s eyes reddened with emotion. “You’ve finally forgiven me. You don’t know how scared I was this morning when I woke up and remembered how I treated you yesterday. I was terrified you’d leave me over this.” I said, “Dylan, whether you’re lying to me this time or not, I hope this is the last time.” Dylan promised, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare make such a stupid mistake again.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I don’t like that woman named Juliet. Fire her from the company.” I deliberately ignored Dylan’s momentary stiffness, only hearing him promise in my ear, “Alright, I’ll do as you say. When I get back to the office, I’ll have HR terminate her.” From then on, Juliet completely disappeared from Dylan’s and my world. Our life seemed to return to those sweet early days. During my free time, I still went into the kitchen to cook meals for Dylan. And he was more considerate than before, with an added sense of compensation born from guilt. The wounds in my heart seemed to slowly heal with the passage of time. Everything was moving in a positive direction. For a while, I thought choosing to forgive Dylan had been the right decision. Until one day, I accidentally saw a record of a large money transfer on his phone. That’s when I suddenly realized that those days when we seemed to have reconciled were nothing more than a rainbow bubble I’d woven for myself, wrapped in a layer of false, colorful illusion. With just a gentle poke, it shattered. Dylan had labeled this transfer recipient as “Sunshine” – an ordinary name that seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet I felt an inexplicable intuition that this person was Juliet. I suppressed the sharp pain welling up in my chest and quietly scrolled through the chat records between Dylan and “Sunshine,” reading every word carefully. Sunshine: I don’t want your money. I just want to see you. Dylan, I miss you. Dylan: I miss you too. Your birthday’s coming up soon, so to ease your longing, just take the money. Spend it however you want – buy whatever you like. If it’s not enough, let me know. Sunshine: You’re the best to me. I love you! I’ll take it then. I’ll wait for you tonight – remember to come see me! If you go home to your wife tonight and leave me alone, I’ll be mad. Dylan: How could she compare to how adorable you are? Just wait – I won’t go easy on you tonight. Their conversation went on and on, lengthy and explicit, with nearly every message being blatant flirtation. So Dylan had this disgusting side to him too! Thank goodness he left in such a hurry today and forgot his phone at home, otherwise I probably would have continued being fooled like an idiot. My face turned pale, but my heart gradually settled from the initial shock into calm. Even I found it strange – how could I accept all this so quickly? I found “Sunshine’s” phone number in Dylan’s contacts and called it without hesitation using my own phone. I said directly: “Juliet.” There was a pause on the other end, then her voice came through with a hint of laughter: “You finally figured it out. I thought I’d have to wait much longer! Now you should believe that your husband and I really do have something going on, right?” Juliet continued: “Dylan and I have been together for over a year now. He lost interest in you long ago. If you’re smart, you’ll leave quickly and spare yourself further embarrassment.” I asked: “Where do you live?” Juliet said: “What, are you planning to come settle the score with me? Well, I might as well tell you – Dylan bought me a luxury apartment right near his office. Every time he tells you he’s working late and can’t come home, he’s actually here with me.”

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On the day I returned from the International Anesthesiology Conference, I, Hannah Walker, learned at the airport that my boyfriend Apollo Stephens had gotten a marriage license with my twin sister Bailey Walker. Desperate to verify the truth, I was drugged by Bailey and forced into labor. As the fetus slipped from my body, still writhing, she crushed it under her foot. She said, “A substitute’s child wouldn’t be loved even if born. I’m just putting it out of its misery.” Then she picked up a scalpel, cut open my abdomen, and brutally carved out my uterus, leaving me to bleed to death. Apollo believed her lies, convinced that the child I carried wasn’t his. He ignored my desperate pleas for help, spread rumors that I had eloped with another man, and even erased all traces of my existence. He said, “She and I shall never meet again, in life or death.” It wasn’t until five years later that surveillance footage of Bailey’s brutal murder of me was exposed. ***** My soul floated in mid-air, staring at the paused frame on the computer screen. I gazed blankly at myself lying on the bed, a gaping hole in my abdomen, the white sheets long since soaked in blood, and a mosaic-blurred mass of flesh lying quietly on the floor. Even my face was pixelated. “Don’t know who could be so vicious. The victim had almost no ability to fight back—looks like she was drugged,” said Apollo’s colleague Cooper Olson, watching the footage with regret. “But this video the tipster provided is from five years ago. Is there still any point in reporting it now?” Apollo leaned forward: “No matter when, we should always speak for the vulnerable. Let’s watch it from the beginning.” I stared at his righteous silhouette, the nameplate on his desk clearly reading “Chief News Anchor Apollo Stephens.” In the five years since my death, he seemed to be doing quite well. Back then, Bailey had spread rumors that I was with Jeremia Harper, and apparently Apollo had easily believed it. My ashes were probably taken by Jeremia, which is why no one ever buried me properly. I became a wandering soul with nowhere to rest. Until a few days ago, when my urn was discovered. My ashes, along with this video, were sent to Vision News. Now, Apollo clicked play on the video. I nervously clenched my fists. The video began with the fetus falling from my body. He frowned and said, “A baby this size is at least five months along. She was definitely drugged.” He sighed softly: “It’s really not easy for a woman to carry a child. Bailey also tried for five years before getting pregnant.” Hearing about Bailey’s pregnancy, my heart felt like it was bleeding. That twin sister of mine, more gentle and considerate than I ever was, could actually conceive peacefully after committing such atrocities. While my child would never come back. Cooper patted Apollo’s shoulder: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t easy for you and Bailey, especially after Hannah hurt Bailey when she ran off with that man, leaving her health compromised ever since.” At the mention of my name, Apollo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression clearly reluctant to discuss it. Cooper also sensed the awkwardness and coughed uncomfortably. Next, the pixelated Bailey in the video raised the scalpel and stabbed it viciously into me. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike the woman who usually couldn’t even open a bottle cap. She roared and screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable. In the video, my head turned to the side, as if I felt no pain, only gazing at the bloody mass on the floor. My child would have been born in just a few more months. It was still moving, still struggling, crying out to me for help. But I hadn’t even thought of a name for it yet. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only crying silently. Tears kept streaming down my face. Bailey leaned close to my ear, speaking in an almost inaudible voice: “What if he knew this child was yours and Jeremia’s?” I used my last bit of strength to grab her, shaking my head frantically, my voice still weak: “No! How could I possibly…” Apollo didn’t recognize my voice. If Bailey and I didn’t look identical, he probably would have forgotten what I looked like long ago. He stood up with a serious expression and walked straight toward the broadcast studio. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked: “Has this video been turned over to the police?” Cooper nodded quickly: “Before sending it here, the anonymous tipster had already contacted the local Westchester County police.” “Westchester County?” Apollo’s brow furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Cooper noticed his reaction: “Apollo, are you okay?” Apollo didn’t say much more, only instructing: “Make sure to ask the police to decode the pixelation in the video.” Then he added: “Such a brutal killer can’t be allowed to remain at large.” I smiled bitterly in the air. Apollo, if you knew that the gentle wife you cherish so much is the real killer, would you still say that?

I was forced to follow Apollo, witnessing him deliver the entire news broadcast. Everything I had experienced before my death was now being made public. But no one knew, nor could anyone possibly believe, that the victim was the very international young anesthesiologist who had dominated the headlines five years ago on Christmas, accused of abandoning her career and having an affair. After Apollo finished work, he hurried to drive to the high-rise revolving restaurant in the city center. At the luxurious VIP table, a woman in elegant attire was already seated with her back turned. I recognized her immediately as Bailey. Apollo walked over, first kissing her cheek affectionately, then handing her the gift he was carrying. He said, “This is just for the baby. The little one will look adorable in this outfit.” Bailey’s eyes flashed with delight as she responded coquettishly, “Why are you in such a rush? I’m only two months pregnant. We don’t even know if this one will make it.” Apollo gently took Bailey’s hand and placed it on his chest, his gaze filled with adoration. He promised, “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure this child is born safely.” I never expected Apollo to care so much about his child with Bailey. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I went to him full of joy. But he only said indifferently that his job was unstable, that he couldn’t afford it, and told me to get rid of the baby. He didn’t even glance at the ultrasound report in my hands. I once thought he didn’t like children. Now I see he simply didn’t want to have children with me. Bailey’s grip on her glass gradually tightened, her brow furrowing slightly. She said, “It’s all my fault for being useless. Five years and I still haven’t been able to make you a father.” Apollo quickly took the glass from her hand and grasped her hands tightly. He comforted her softly, “How can you say that? It’s clearly Hannah who caused all this. How many times have you miscarried these past few years? How much suffering have you endured!” “I was just trying to be kind and reason with her…” Bailey seemed triggered, covering her head as her shoulders trembled with grief. “She’s not my sister! She doesn’t deserve to be!” Apollo pulled her into his arms with heartache. He said, “If I ever run into that bitch again, I’ll punish her severely and make her apologize to you! Come on now, don’t cry. It’s not good for your health.” I remembered that Bailey had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital uterine malformation. This condition made her prone to miscarriages, with extremely low chances of successful pregnancy. She had been insecure about it, even hiding it from her family. I never expected that to cover up the truth later, she would deceive everyone into believing it was caused by my assault. I finally understood—she had my healthy uterus removed out of jealousy. I shook my head frantically in mid-air, desperately trying to expose her true motives. But no one could hear me, no one responded. Apollo then pulled out his phone and made a brief call. He said, “I told Gianna you weren’t feeling well and couldn’t attend her sixtieth birthday party tomorrow. See? She loves you so much, when has she ever said no?” My mother Gianna Walker’s birthday parties used to be mandatory for me to attend, while Bailey could come and go as she pleased. Because I was once her most beloved and proudest daughter. But things were different now. For Bailey’s smooth pregnancy, Gianna readily agreed to her missing the birthday party. Bailey said softly, “Mom loves me the most. Even if she agrees on the surface, she must be disappointed inside. Hannah has already disappointed her enough, so I should still go tomorrow.” My heart was instantly pierced with pain. She had taken away my marriage, taken away my life, and also taken away Gianna, who loved me most. No one knew the truth. As I watched in heartbroken anguish, Apollo gently wiped away the tears on Bailey’s face. “Bailey, you’re just too kind.”

This was less of a birthday party and more like they were throwing another wedding reception. From the moment Bailey walked into the venue arm-in-arm with Apollo, the two became the center of attention. Gianna sat quietly beside them, watching them with loving eyes. I unexpectedly spotted my closest colleague, Malia Owens, in the crowd. I instinctively raised my hand to wave at her, but watched as she walked straight toward Bailey instead. She embraced Bailey warmly, affectionately calling her “sweetheart.” She used to only call me that. She said, “Bailey, did you see the news? That incident your husband reported yesterday—it happened at our hospital!” For a moment, I actually looked forward to seeing panic flash across Bailey’s face. But quite the opposite happened—her expression remained calm. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” Malia frowned and shook her head. “I wonder if it’ll affect our hospital’s reputation. The last PR crisis we had was five Christmases ago when Hannah suddenly quit and left, causing the hospital to face massive complaints.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Malia speak my name with such disgust. Before, she would always defend me, standing firmly by my side and shielding me from gossip. Bailey lowered her head to take a sip of water and said casually, “Hannah must have had her reasons.” Malia slammed the table angrily. “Reasons? She cheated and ran off with someone else! How could she abandon all those patients?” Her voice suddenly rose, drawing stares from people around us. That’s when Apollo finally spoke up. “So many people were waiting for her that day. Someone with a critical condition nearly had their treatment delayed. Others missed their optimal examination window, which led to complications. Even Mr. Wallace got so upset he fell ill. Thank God Bailey was there. Despite her own injuries, she completed that emergency surgery.” Hearing how he referred to me, my heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. He wouldn’t even say my name anymore. Dean Henry Wallace also walked over and gently patted Bailey’s back. He said, “That’s right. Even though it was against protocol, you stepped in just in time. You later proved with your skills that my decision to promote you to Hannah’s position was the right call!” Colleagues around us applauded, showering Bailey with praise. Even Gianna stood up and said, “Even though they’re twins, Bailey is so much better than Hannah. Hannah might as well be dead.” Looking at the undisguised hatred on Gianna’s face, my heart ached. I thought, “But Mom, do you know? I am dead. If you knew I was dead, would you be sad?” At that moment, a flash of smugness crossed Bailey’s eyes before she casually looked toward Apollo. She asked, “Apollo, if Hannah died, would you be sad?” “No.” Apollo answered without hesitation, his tone so decisive it seemed like he’d rehearsed it countless times. He said, “Someone as shameless as her—even if she had given birth to that child, she deserved to be trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and hurt so many people. She should have died on the operating table, cut open and gutted. Her death would be a blessing to humanity.” I stared at Apollo in shock, listening to him speak words that seemed to prophesy my death, my mind flooding with memories of that despair and agony. I thought, “But Apollo, you were the biological father of that child!” Tears of blood fell as I smiled bitterly and whispered, “Apollo, congratulations. You got your wish.” The moment Henry mentioned me, his expression changed instantly. “Someone like Hannah—I was completely blind back then. If I’d known what she was really like, I never would have recommended her to the hospital!” Malia immediately chimed in: “You weren’t the only one who misjudged her! I trusted her for so many years, and it turns out she was just putting on an act in front of me the whole time!” I covered my mouth, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought that even if Bailey deceived her family, my colleagues wouldn’t erase all my past efforts and achievements. I thought they would at least believe in my commitment to professional ethics. I never imagined that eight years of working together couldn’t withstand a few malicious lies. Just then, Apollo’s phone buzzed with a message. Someone had sent him a video. Worried about upsetting Bailey, he excused himself to his colleagues, saying he needed to step away for a moment. I followed him into the restroom. He opened the message. [Mr. Stephens, this surveillance footage isn’t very clear to begin with, but we’ve managed to restore the victim’s image.] [The victim appears to be connected to you somehow. You should take a look yourself.] My breath caught as I thought: “Can they really decode that pixelated footage?” The video began playing, the image gradually becoming clearer. I saw my own face appear in the frame. Apollo watched it over and over again, at least a dozen times. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly punched the bathroom door. Then he immediately called the officer: “Is there any possibility this video was fabricated?” The voice on the other end replied: “We haven’t found any evidence of tampering so far.” Apollo’s face was filled with disbelief. He said: “As a journalist, I have to maintain a rigorous attitude toward the authenticity of evidence. And given my relationship with her, I have every reason to suspect someone deliberately created this for me to see.” I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Bailey could win his trust with just a sentence or two. But now, even seeing me in the video with his own eyes, he still firmly believed the footage was fabricated. He was even convinced that I had faked my death to escape and be with someone else. He pressed further: “Please give me information about whoever provided this video.” But of course, the police couldn’t reveal such information. So he contacted his assistant instead, demanding they investigate everything related to Westchester County and me. With his mind heavy with thoughts, he returned to his seat. His gaze toward Bailey became complicated. Noticing this, Bailey immediately asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Do you have work to handle?” Apollo brushed it off with a few words, saying it was work-related. After a few drinks, he casually asked: “By the way, where did you say Jeremia was from?” Bailey’s expression faltered slightly. She said: “They mentioned going to Westchester County, but I don’t know where they went after that.” I saw Apollo let out a cold laugh. He was probably even more convinced now that I had orchestrated the entire video. He didn’t trust me, and he didn’t even trust the police. Seeing his frown deepen, Bailey asked softly: “Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Did something happen at work that made you think of her?” She put on an act of being hurt and jealous. Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Apollo softened his tone: “There’s a news story involving Westchester County, and I suddenly remembered that man seemed to be from that area too, so I was just asking.” Bailey paused briefly, then asked nonchalantly: “Are you planning to investigate this case?” Apollo shook his head naturally: “No need. I’ve already turned it over to the police.” A flash of panic crossed Bailey’s eyes. Just then, Apollo received a message about Jeremia’s hometown address. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, preparing to leave, but Bailey stopped him. Bailey said: “Today is Mom’s sixtieth birthday. Where else could you possibly want to go?” The others nearby heard this and joined in trying to stop him: “Exactly! It’s rare for everyone to be together like this. Are you really going to abandon Bailey and Gianna to go find someone else?” Malia looked particularly displeased: “Don’t talk about work. I heard you already cleared your schedule for Bailey. You’re not leaving!” Apollo was getting impatient. He simply said a friend had an emergency and needed his help. Then he politely apologized to Gianna and walked straight out, ignoring everyone’s attempts to make him stay. Bailey remained seated, motionless, watching his retreating figure with eyes full of unease.

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While setting up our wedding room, I, Maya Geller, discovered an unidentified stain on the bed sheets. Someone had already been in our new home where I was about to hold my wedding! My mind went blank, and I immediately video-called my fiancé Griffin Johnston. For once he answered instantly, but it was Griffin’s assistant Wren Parker who appeared on the screen. “The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” She smiled seductively and brazenly. I thought coldly to myself: “Perfect. I’m not marrying this man.” ***** When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” Instead, she deliberately looked around at my surroundings and said softly, “Oh, you’re in the new room. The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” I felt dizzy and my head was buzzing. Staring at the woman on the screen, I was momentarily speechless. Wren’s gaze swept over the bed sheets behind me, her tone becoming increasingly smug: “The groom’s not bad either—I tested him for you too.” Only then did I notice her surroundings—a hotel room. Suppressing my surging anger, I struggled to stay calm and spoke again: “Where’s Griffin?” Wren’s eyes deliberately glanced in a certain direction as she said with feigned difficulty, “Mr. Johnston is working overtime, of course. He’s very busy.” Then a familiar voice came through: “Wren, come help me scrub my back.” I froze completely, opening my mouth but unable to make a sound. “You just want to trick me into joining you in the shower, you bad boy.” As Wren spoke, she winked at me and then hung up the video call. I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength, consumed by anger and pain. I don’t know how much time passed before I bitterly smiled and threw those bed sheets into the trash. Tomorrow was supposed to be Griffin’s and my wedding day. I was busy setting up our wedding room while he was busy getting a hotel room with his female assistant. I knew Wren had deliberately sabotaged my wedding. She succeeded. I sent Griffin a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t want to marry you anymore.] I didn’t want this defiled new home, let alone that contaminated man. Looking at the wedding figurine on the table—a couple in wedding attire embracing and smiling—I violently threw it into the trash. I smashed our wedding photo on the wall and tore up all the wedding decorations I had personally arranged. After sending a group message to friends and family canceling the wedding, I turned off my phone and went home. In the quiet, I unconsciously began recalling all the moments Griffin and I had shared over the years. I got myself completely drunk, just to fall asleep with alcohol’s help. The next morning, violent pounding on my door woke me up. Griffin stood at my doorstep with his groomsmen, all dressed in suits. The roses in his hands were scattered and crushed. Seeing my obviously hungover state, he roared furiously: “Maya! Are you out of your mind?!” His twisted, contorted face was truly ugly—I actually found it somewhat amusing. This smile further provoked Griffin. He violently threw the broken bouquet to the ground and bellowed: “Do you know today is our wedding day?!”

I rubbed my eyes, the fatigue from my hangover making me even more irritated. My tone unconsciously turned sharp: “Didn’t I make myself crystal clear? I’m not getting married! We’ve broken up—don’t you get it?” Griffin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he was desperately trying to suppress his rage. He squeezed his eyes shut hard and said through gritted teeth: “Get changed right now and come with me. I’ll pretend nothing happened—I can forgive you this once.” What on earth made him think I was some lovesick fool? I just took my relationships seriously. What gave him the right to think I couldn’t survive without him? My gaze swept over the groomsmen behind him, all wearing expressions of someone watching a good show. I said: “Griffin! You’re the one who screwed up. Do you want to discuss your little affair with Wren right here? Get out! We’re done—understand?” He froze for a moment, his face changing dramatically. That arrogant attitude vanished instantly, his eyes began darting around, but he didn’t leave. His tone softened. He said: “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s my fault—I didn’t have time to explain everything to you beforehand. You can hit me or yell at me all you want later. Today is our wedding, the most important day of our lives. All our friends and family are waiting for us. Stop making a scene and come back with me, okay?” He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes so sincere it was as if I was the one being unreasonable. Griffin’s mood swings were really something. Seeing the groomsmen shooting disapproving looks my way, his best friend even stepped forward to persuade me: “Maya, this really isn’t the time to throw a tantrum. After the wedding, you can do whatever you want.” Perfect. Griffin wanted to embarrass me in public, so I’d play along. But whatever happened next would be entirely his own doing. I nodded: “Fine, just give me a minute.” After washing up, I threw on a random dress and came back out. Griffin asked if I wanted to do my makeup and change into my wedding dress, but I refused both. His face darkened, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The hotel was filled with guests from his family. Although my friends and relatives didn’t know what had happened, they already knew I’d canceled the wedding. But when they saw me walk in dressed like this, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Several guests immediately started criticizing me: “How can you be so selfish about something as important as a wedding? Saying you won’t come and then not showing up? Only Griffin would put up with you.” “Exactly! All these relatives and friends waiting here. If you didn’t want to get married, why didn’t you say so earlier!” “Alright, alright, Maya did show up after all.” Griffin’s mother, Hayley Johnston, took my arm and led me to sit beside her. Her face showed no sign of displeasure, and she even asked gently: “We couldn’t reach you anywhere—we were so worried. Did Griffin make you angry? Tell me, and we’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Griffin’s father, Michael Johnston, also chimed in with a smile: “That’s right, we’re all on your side.” Griffin’s parents had always been wonderful to me. Marrying into their family, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting along with them at all. Hayley was a thoughtful and tolerant elder, and Michael was gentle and generous. But Griffin’s infidelity was something I could never forgive, no matter what. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Hayley assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and said earnestly: “Maya, go get your makeup done and change clothes. I’ll make sure Griffin apologizes to you later.” “Right, don’t let such an important day go to waste,” Michael added his persuasion. I let out a long sigh, ready to explain the situation to them properly and resolve this peacefully. Just then, someone’s arrival interrupted me. Wren clicked in on high heels, wearing a flowing red dress, walking in with light, defiant steps. She smiled slightly, her gaze challenging as she looked at me, her exquisite makeup forming a stark contrast to my bare face. Her footsteps had a distinct rhythm that drew everyone’s attention. She said: “I’m not late, am I? Ms. Geller, congratulations on your wedding.”

I smiled back. Wren looked absolutely stunning, almost like she was the star of the wedding. Wren walked straight to the main table and sat down beside me in what should have been Griffin’s seat. As she bent down to sit, a glimmer of light at her neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but look closer. My heart, which I thought had already gone cold, somehow managed to drop a few more degrees. It was a diamond ring, identical to my wedding ring—a design I had created myself, the only one of its kind in the world. And now, it was hanging around the neck of Wren, the other woman. If my wedding had gone as planned, I had no idea what kind of ring Griffin would have given me. But whether it was some random substitute or something taken from his assistant’s neck, it all made me sick. I still couldn’t help but feel angry, digging my nails into my palms, trying hard not to lose my composure. Just then, Griffin walked into the banquet hall with the minister. “Isn’t the bride wearing a wedding dress? The red dress works too—it’s beautiful.” The minister clearly mistook Wren, dressed in her red gown with perfect makeup, for today’s bride and nodded approvingly. Wren glanced at me, then put on an embarrassed expression, quickly waving her hands. “No, I’m not today’s bride. Ms. Geller, please don’t misunderstand.” Griffin strode over with a dark expression, demanding, “Why haven’t you gone to do your makeup and change clothes? Do you even care about this wedding at all!” He reached out to grab me. Hayley quickly stepped forward to block him, scolding, “Griffin, can’t you speak nicely? Why are you being so harsh?” Wren jumped in at just the right moment, chiming in, “Exactly, Ms. Geller is just being a little stubborn. Mr. Johnston, just humor her a bit—don’t let it delay the wedding.” Griffin became even more furious, looking completely frazzled in front of all the guests. He pointed at me and shouted, “Maya, your stubbornness needs to have limits! Go change your clothes right now!” Wren stood up, gently patting Griffin’s arm to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. Just let Ms. Geller go change. I’ll help you greet the guests.” I said, “Since you’re so eager to greet the guests, why don’t you just go ahead and marry him too?” I didn’t want to keep enduring this anymore. It was clear that today wasn’t going to end peacefully. I raised my voice and announced, “Sorry for the spectacle, everyone. Please enjoy the food and drinks, but Griffin and I’s wedding ends here. We’re breaking up—consider yourselves witnesses.” “How long are you going to keep this up!” Griffin glared at me furiously. Wren immediately put on an anxious act, stamping her foot so her high heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Ms. Geller, you really have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you greet your friends and family—nothing more.” What a performance. I crossed my arms and stared at her coldly. “Helping me greet guests is one thing, but did you help me sleep with Griffin too?” Wren was pleased with my reaction, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes. In an instant, she put on the look of someone deeply wronged. “Ms. Geller, you really have such a deep misunderstanding about me.” I couldn’t help myself—I slapped her. She was quite the actress, but I was done wasting time with her games.

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I, Khloe Edwards, received two “ultimatums” from my boyfriend Paul Howell—whom I’d been dating for eight years—on my birthday. First, get rid of the baby in my belly. Second, donate a kidney to Evelyn Scott, the woman he’s infatuated with. I was so furious I nearly lost control, but suddenly a strange voice echoed in my mind. [Detected disappointment level with target subject has reached 90%.] [Would you like to abandon the mission and return to the real world?] A flood of information rushed in, awakening memories I’d buried long ago. It turned out I had transmigrated into this book. Looking at Paul and Evelyn’s sweet Instagram posts on my phone, I gently blew out the candles on my cake and whispered, “When can I leave?” The system replied: [For transmigrators like you, we prioritize expedited processing.] [Approximately 30 days remaining.] I fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Then let’s go.” On my twenty-sixth birthday, I sat alone amidst the wreckage, eyes swollen and red, face full of despair. For twenty-six years since birth, no matter how terribly Paul treated me, no matter how deeply he disappointed me, as long as he softly called my name, I would forgive him. Because I was a transmigrator, and my purpose in this world was to accompany Paul. He was the entire meaning of my existence. The candlelight died out, and the smoke stung my eyes. An hour ago, I had been waiting expectantly in this carefully decorated birthday room, hoping Paul would propose to me. Half a month ago, I’d accidentally seen a diamond ring in his shopping app. Two months ago, I got pregnant. I waited from evening until nightfall, watching the cream cake melt and lose its shape. Finally, Paul came home, reeking of hospital disinfectant. He paused when he saw the room full of flowers, balloons, and cake, then said wearily, “Sorry, I was with Evelyn at her checkup today. I forgot to buy you a gift.” Evelyn—the woman Paul loved but couldn’t have. Now she was seriously ill with kidney failure. She’d once been a homewrecker for love, even cutting ties with her family, but now the rich guy had dumped her, and Paul accompanied her to all her medical appointments. On my phone was Evelyn’s latest Instagram post. She was reaching toward the moon, wearing that ring on her finger—the same one from Paul’s shopping cart. [Who plucked the moon from the sky and placed it on my finger] I remained silent, clearly dejected, but Paul ignored it as always. He sat across from me, pointing at the photos covering the wall. “Take those down. It wouldn’t look good if Evelyn saw them.” He said Evelyn was now helpless and sick, so he wanted to bring her home to live with us for easier care. My nose tingled with tears as I looked up at him. “In my own home, I hang photos of me and my boyfriend, and I have to consider someone else’s feelings?” Paul frowned, looking exhausted. “Khloe, I’m already tired today! I really don’t have the energy to fight with you.” His exhaustion was for Evelyn, but his bad temper was all for me. He impatiently pushed away the heart-shaped plate I’d carefully prepared. He said, “All you do is mess around with this useless stuff. Can any of this cure Evelyn’s illness?” The plate knocked over the already melting cake, which slowly collapsed like a pile of nauseating fat. He shouted, “What’s so great about cake! Are you really that greedy?” I remembered last week when we were shopping, Evelyn saw me buy two small cakes and pouted pitifully, “They must be so sweet. Too bad I can’t eat them anymore. Paul, taste the sweetness for me.” Paul immediately threw both cakes in the trash, his voice gentle: “When you get better, I’ll buy you a hundred cakes and let you eat until you’re sick of them.” They stood side by side, looking like a perfect match to passersby. I held my plastic fork, feeling superfluous. Facing Paul’s rage, I shed scalding tears: “Today is my birthday. What’s wrong with me eating cake? I didn’t make Evelyn sick—it’s her own fate!” Paul violently flipped the table, splashing soup all over me. I instinctively protected my belly. He said, “Khloe! You’re so vicious!” That was the most piercing thing I heard on my twenty-sixth birthday. That night, Paul didn’t come home. At dawn, Evelyn called, her voice full of feigned concern: “Khloe, did you and Paul fight? He’s at my place, chain-smoking on the balcony.” I knew Paul smoked. After I got pregnant, I’d asked him not to smoke at home, but every time he came back, the smell of cigarettes still clung to him. I thought it was just a hard habit to break, but if he truly cared, would I need to remind him? I said nothing, so Evelyn continued: “Khloe, as Paul’s friend, it really breaks my heart to see him like this. Could you please, for my sake, stop fighting with him? When people are healthy, they’re always greedy for more; only when they’re sick do they realize how precious those ordinary days were…” I cut her off: “Evelyn, you don’t need to call just to disgust me.” I heard the subtle sound of her turning on speakerphone, but I no longer cared. I was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, desperately struggling for something that was never meant to be mine, only to put on a show for others’ entertainment. Sure enough, the phone was snatched away. Paul angrily demanded: “Khloe! You’ve gone too far! Evelyn is sick! Are you deliberately calling to upset her? Do you want her dead?”

Every argument that ended without resolution, tangled together over the years, had turned the red thread between us into a mass of dead knots. Evelyn pleaded through her tears, her voice utterly pitiful: “Paul, I’m someone with no future left. Please don’t fight with Khloe over me anymore! I’m begging you! I don’t want you two arguing because of me! Khloe, it’s all my fault. I’m the one who kept clinging to Paul, asking him to accompany me to the doctor. I apologize to you. I’m sorry!” Chaos erupted on the other end of the line, followed by Evelyn collapsing again. Paul’s roar nearly pierced through the receiver: “Khloe! Are you satisfied now?!” I hung up directly. Twenty-six years old, utterly defeated—what was there to be satisfied about? By dawn, I had nearly finished packing up the house. Only the wall full of memories remained. In the book, Evelyn was a supporting female character abandoned by fate, now heading toward the tragic ending of being kicked out by the male lead. Paul didn’t even qualify as a third male lead. In the story, he was just Evelyn’s college admirer, a minor character mentioned in passing. But I remembered this boy who had always silently protected Evelyn. The book described how Paul was left behind after his parents’ divorce, raised by his elderly grandfather, growing up like roadside weeds—resilient and strong, forever guarding the goddess in his heart. Even when everyone said she deserved her fate, he only remembered the senior who had smiled at him when he first entered college. Paul was supposed to live a lonely life. It was out of pity for him that I chose to cross over here, to keep him company. In narrow alleyways, I followed Paul’s footsteps, accompanying him through his originally solitary childhood in a world the author never described, growing up together. In corners unknown to anyone, Paul and I fell in love. But now the plot had progressed to Evelyn reaping what she sowed, being driven back to the small town, falling ill and seeking out Paul. She had effortlessly destroyed everything I had carefully maintained for twenty-six years. I tore the photos into pieces, one by one. This world never truly belonged to me after all. My stomach churned violently. Oh right, I was pregnant in this world. I had asked the system if I could take the child with me when I left. The system replied: [Everything from the book can only exist briefly in the real world before quickly perishing.] Before I could make a decision, my phone suddenly vibrated. The hospital sent a report—Evelyn and I were a five-point kidney match, highly compatible. When Paul learned of Evelyn’s illness, he had secretly arranged for me to be tested for compatibility. That was the first time he had ever pleaded with me: “Khloe, please. One kidney won’t affect much—you have me anyway, and you don’t need to do any physical labor. But without a kidney, Evelyn will die.” Paul had obviously received the hospital’s notification too. For the first time since our fight two years ago, he actually spoke to me first. Perhaps feeling it was too abrupt to bring it up directly, he rarely asked me: “What are you packing?” I replied calmly: “Packing my things.” He continued on his own: “Right, you always buy all sorts of random stuff. It’s good to organize properly. After the surgery, Evelyn can move in too.” My hand froze, and I threw the item I was holding hard into the box. “What surgery?” I stared into Paul’s eyes, my gaze burning. He avoided my gaze, walked over to take my hand, his tone gentle: “I asked the doctor—it won’t have much impact on your life. Haven’t you always wanted to travel? Once you’ve recovered, I’ll take a long vacation and properly accompany you to relax. How about we travel and get married?” I had harbored feelings for Paul for twenty-six years, and we had been officially together for eight years. After he ruined my birthday, when he wanted me to donate a kidney to Evelyn, he finally proposed to me. I gently took his hand and placed it on my lower abdomen: “Paul, there’s our child here. It’s already two months along. It will grow bigger, be born, and call you daddy!” As if burned by my scorching gaze, Paul’s hand trembled slightly. He had once said the family he most envied was one with loving parents and happy children. During those lonely summer nights, we watched stars on the rooftop, back when we hadn’t yet entered college, when he hadn’t yet met Evelyn. Back then, Paul only had me, who had grown up alongside him. We entered elementary school together on the first day, giving each other courage. In middle school, I was class president, introducing outstanding graduate representative Paul to take the stage. Under everyone’s gaze, our youth shone together. At high school orientation, when I was forced to sing, Paul, who never liked performing, held a guitar and gently accompanied me. At our eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, on the eve of the oppressive college entrance exams, Paul threw away his speech and spoke clearly to all the teachers and students: “Khloe, we’ve grown up together. For the rest of our lives, we’ll walk together. Thank you for appearing in my barren life.” His kiss then, turning his head toward me, was clean and pure. The warmth of his palm had once been just as warm. We gazed at each other for a long time, tears welling up in both our eyes. He had once truly cared for me. I said: “Paul, you’re touching our child right now. Look into my eyes and tell me—do you really not want us anymore?” His throat moved, as if gripped by an invisible hand. In that moment, he wavered. But the next second, his phone rang, and Evelyn’s broken sobs came through: “Paul, it really is kidney failure. Paul! Save me! I don’t want to die!” That gentle hand instantly turned ice-cold. Paul’s eyes shook violently, like a piece of glass about to shatter. “Khloe, we can have children later.” The system notification immediately sounded in my mind. [System detected: Target’s disappointment value has reached 100%.] [Return condition changed to: death equals return.]

I agreed to donate my kidney. The system told me that to return to the real world, I had to die in this one. Then let me die on the operating table during Evelyn’s kidney transplant. Perhaps I agreed too readily—even Paul felt uneasy about it. These past few days, he’d done something unprecedented: leaving Evelyn alone at the hospital to accompany me through various medical tests. “Are you sure you want to terminate the pregnancy? The baby is developing well,” the doctor frowned, looking completely puzzled. Paul stared at the screen showing the already-formed little life, listening to the amplified heartbeat. As if struck by lightning, he lowered his head. That morning, I overheard him making a secretive phone call by the bathroom door. “Can Evelyn wait a few more months?” “Can’t wait any longer…” Of course she couldn’t wait—after all, the system had told me last night that it couldn’t bear to watch anymore and had taken the liberty of modifying the parameters, accelerating Evelyn’s condition. I told the doctor I was certain about terminating the pregnancy because I was about to donate my kidney. The doctor sighed, “This patient must be incredibly important to you. Many biological parents and siblings wouldn’t make the sacrifice you’re making.” I looked at Paul and replied softly, “I suppose she’s important. She’s a very important friend of my boyfriend’s.” The doctor looked confused: “What kind of friend could be more important than your wife and child?” She asked if we wanted to take a photo as a keepsake. Paul’s hand trembled as he reached for his phone, but I had already stood up. “No need.” My voice was as cold and hard as an operating table. Although the system had blocked the pain, when the instruments entered my abdomen, I still felt an emptiness in my heart. As if even the heart I’d grown in this world had been removed along with everything else. The blood clot lay quietly in the tray. Evelyn walked in carrying a bowl of cold soup, saying casually, “Khloe, two months doesn’t even count as life. Lots of people act like nothing happened afterward, though you’re more delicate than most. Don’t feel guilty about it—think of it as cleaning out bodily waste. Paul hasn’t even quit smoking, so your kid probably wouldn’t have grown up healthy anyway.” I threw the soup all over her, just as Paul walked through the door. Evelyn’s eyes reddened as she said, “It’s okay. It’s normal for Khloe to resent me when she’s upset. I owe her this—whatever she does to me is justified.” Paul instinctively frowned, opened his mouth but said nothing. Only after the soup on Evelyn’s clothes had dried did he speak: “Khloe, are you selling your studio? Someone called me about it. You don’t need to worry about the surgery costs.” A flash of smugness crossed Evelyn’s face: “Right, don’t worry about the surgery costs. Paul says he has enough money. Thanks, Khloe, but I’m not used to owing people. It’s only because of my years-long relationship with Paul that things have come to this point, otherwise I wouldn’t…” I looked up and cut her off: “I’ve known him for twenty-six years. What credentials are you flaunting in front of me?” Paul finally couldn’t hold back: “Evelyn didn’t mean anything by it, Khloe. Don’t be so sensitive. Everyone knows we grew up together. I know you’re worried about the pressure on me, but the studio represents years of your hard work. We’re not at the point where we need to sell it for money.” I said, “Don’t flatter yourself.” I didn’t even glance at them. Selling the studio was to buy two items from the system. One of them was to erase my parents’ memories of me in this world. Before the surgery, Paul unusually offered to accompany me home to see my parents. In this world, my family was the most ordinary yet most precious—loving parents in a harmonious home. They welcomed us warmly, preparing a table full of our favorite dishes. My mother carefully picked out fish meat for me: “Now that you’re pregnant, you need to eat more. Don’t diet. If you don’t want to cook, come home to eat, or I can bring food to you—just don’t keep eating takeout. Don’t worry about the baby. Once it’s born, your father and I will help take care of it. We’re here for you, don’t be afraid.” I held back tears for a long time. Twenty-six years—they were such real parents. My father kept raising his glass, toasting with Paul: “I don’t know what my silly daughter owes you from a past life, but her heart and eyes are full of only you! Your mother and I may be ordinary people without much ability, but we’ve cherished Khloe since she was little. Paul, I’m begging you—please don’t hurt Khloe!” I had only ever spoken well of Paul in front of my parents, so they firmly believed we’d end up together. Paul kept his head down, drinking. His glass seemed to sink into the dust. He said, “Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, don’t worry. I’ll definitely treat Khloe well from now on.” Before entering the operating room, he said solemnly again: “I know I’ve been unfair to you before. Let this surgery be the end of things between Evelyn and me. We’ll be good together from now on.” I pulled my hand from his grip, my voice calm: “Paul, we don’t have a future.” He looked completely stunned as I was wheeled into the operating room. Half an hour later, the doctors cried out in panic: “Why did the patient’s blood pressure suddenly drop? Her heart stopped too!” When I was wheeled out of the operating room, Paul collapsed like a madman. At the same time, in the ward where a doctor was conducting routine checks on Evelyn, he roared: “What kind of joke is this? She doesn’t have any illness at all!”

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