Author: Momo Chan

I’ve been married to my husband Riley Hudson for ten years, and after finally getting pregnant, my entire family wants me dead. When we went to the mountain chapel to pray, Riley’s mother Gina Hudson deliberately bought the wrong cable car tickets, forcing me to climb the mountain path for two hours and nearly causing a miscarriage. I cried to Riley at the hospital, telling him about Gina’s malicious behavior, but he kicked me in the stomach: “I had a vasectomy years ago. Whose bastard are you carrying?” Looking at the sterilization certificate Riley handed me, I was speechless and eventually ran home to my parents in tears. Not only did my parents hire a caregiver for me, but they even moved out of their new house to avoid disturbing my rest. When I was eight months pregnant, I overheard their conversation in the bathroom: “We absolutely cannot let Olivia give birth to this child, even if it kills her! Otherwise, we’re all finished!” “Don’t worry, the doctor said Olivia inhaled too much formaldehyde from the new house and has developed leukemia. Even the child is deformed!” I was shocked and rushed in to confront them, but I slipped on the wet floor and fell, bleeding everywhere. In the end, I died in agony in that bathroom, watching my parents’ cold smiles. I never knew why my family wanted me dead, especially when they had been hoping for this child for ten years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Gina wanted to take me up the mountain to fulfill a vow. “Olivia, the chapel on the mountain is very miraculous. You got pregnant after praying there!” she said. “To ensure the child is born safely, I plan to buy two tickets and take you up the mountain tomorrow to thank the gods.” Hearing Gina’s familiar voice, I touched my flat stomach and instantly realized I had been reborn. Riley and I had been married for ten years without being able to conceive. We had countless tests at the hospital, and the doctors clearly told us there was nothing wrong with our bodies—we just hadn’t gotten lucky yet. Three months ago, I went up the mountain with Gina to pray, and sure enough, I got pregnant the following month. In my previous life, Gina insisted on taking me up the mountain to thank the gods and bought two cable car tickets. But when we reached the foot of the mountain, Gina checked her phone and discovered she had forgotten to buy my cable car ticket. I immediately wanted to buy another ticket, but Gina snatched my phone away and scolded me: “What kind of person takes a cable car up the mountain to pray? I’m being generous by not making you bow to the gods with every step.” She said: “If you want to safely give birth to this child, you’ll climb up step by step.” Back then, I naively thought Gina made sense. Under the scorching summer sun, I climbed step by step until I finally collapsed on the stone steps, my vision going black from exhaustion. When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor scolded me for mountain climbing while pregnant. Fortunately, the child was strong, or I would have miscarried and never been able to conceive again. I immediately called Riley to the hospital in tears. But Gina acted as if it was perfectly reasonable: “When I was pregnant with Riley, I climbed mountains and did housework every day without getting tired. Only you would be so delicate about carrying a child.” I was shocked by her words. Before I got pregnant, she had gone everywhere praying and finding folk remedies to help me conceive. But once I was pregnant, she complained that I was too delicate to handle any hardship. What made me even angrier was that Riley not only didn’t defend me but threw a sterilization certificate in my face: “How dare you blame my mother? That bastard in your belly isn’t even mine! Either you get rid of this bastard, or I’ll do it myself!” Under my disbelieving gaze, he viciously rushed forward and kicked toward my stomach. Fortunately, the doctor stopped him in time, or my child would have suffered fatal harm. Riley had never told me about getting a vasectomy, and I had never done anything to betray him. Yet he insisted the child in my womb wasn’t his. I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but to protect this hard-won child, I could only return to my parents’ home.

I’m an only child, so my parents have always hoped I’d have several kids, preferably with the second one taking my last name. They even went to a major hospital to get fertility drugs and spent every day helping me regulate my body. When they found out I was pregnant, they were so excited they decorated a nursery at home. The day Riley kicked me out, they held me tight and encouraged me to stay strong for the baby in my belly. To help me have a peaceful pregnancy, they not only hired a professional nutritionist to manage my diet but also rented a separate place outside, worried their nighttime snoring might disturb my rest. If I hadn’t overheard their conversation during a midnight bathroom trip, I probably would’ve lived in this beautiful illusion forever. I still clearly remember the cold look in their eyes when they mentioned the child in my womb. Father Frank Sullivan said coldly, “We absolutely cannot let Olivia give birth to that child. I’d rather see Olivia die!” Mother Maddie Sullivan looked smugly confident: “Don’t worry. The doctor said Olivia inhaled too much formaldehyde and already has leukemia. Even the child in her belly has become deformed—it’ll never survive to birth.” She continued, “Riley and Gina can rest easy now. All that money we spent decorating this formaldehyde-contaminated house wasn’t wasted.” Only then did I realize that not one of my beloved family members wanted me to have this child—not even my biological parents who had doted on me for over twenty years wanted me dead. I couldn’t understand why. This was supposed to be the child they’d been hoping for during ten whole years. I rushed toward them, desperately wanting the truth. But my parents just watched as I collapsed on the floor, slowly bleeding to death. Until the moment I closed my eyes, I saw them breathe a sigh of relief, their lips curling into satisfied smiles. Given a second chance at life, I’ll protect my child no matter what. As for the truth behind all this, I’ll get to the bottom of it too. Pulling myself back to the present, I said nothing and handed my ID to Gina. After dinner, once everyone was asleep, I quietly slipped into Gina’s room and changed the ID information on her pre-booked cable car tickets to mine. Since she thought I was delicate, I’d let this old woman climb that mountain herself and see how long she could last. After finishing this, I put her phone back as if nothing had happened. The next day, Gina and I arrived at the foot of the mountain. Gina pulled out her ID to scan, but couldn’t get through the security gate no matter what. She said, “What’s wrong? This machine must be broken!” I took out my ID and scanned the machine, successfully passing through the security gate. Gina looked puzzled and was about to say something when a nearby staff member urged her to hurry up and show her purchase confirmation. Just as she pulled out her phone, I snatched it away and said, “You only bought a cable car ticket for me yesterday. You forgot to get one for yourself.” “Really?” She looked embarrassed. “Then hurry up and buy me another one.” I shook my head and refused directly: “Gina, you’re here to thank God, aren’t you? “Tell me, what pilgrim takes a cable car up the mountain? I’m being generous by not making you bow to God at every step. “If you want Riley’s child to be born safely, you’d better climb up there honestly.” After saying this, I got straight onto the cable car.

Gina didn’t want to climb the mountain, but without her phone, she had nowhere else to go and had to follow the crowd up the trail. The summer sun was brutal. Squeezed in the packed crowd, whenever she slowed down, people behind her urged her to keep moving. In just fifteen minutes, her legs were trembling from exhaustion. Someone suddenly pushed her, and she tumbled down the stone steps, fainting on the spot. By the time I got the news, Gina had already been rushed to the hospital. She wasn’t seriously hurt—just fainted from heat exhaustion. But the moment Gina saw me, she started yelling, “You bastard! Are you trying to kill me?” I rubbed my belly pitifully and said, “Gina, I had no idea you were in such poor shape. I’m pregnant and I climbed hundreds of steps. But don’t worry, heaven sees all the suffering you endured today—it’ll surely bless your grandson to be born healthy and safe.” Gina was momentarily speechless, just giving Riley a meaningful look as he rushed in. Riley frowned and was about to raise his hand to hit me when I quickly grabbed his wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” He seemed surprised by my quick reflexes, swallowing back the curse words that were on his lips. His momentum weakened, but he still pulled out a sterilization certificate from his bag and handed it to me. “Olivia, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You went through all this trouble trying to kill my mom because you’re afraid she’ll expose your affair! “Your good days are over. Look at this sterilization certificate—I had the procedure done long ago. The baby in your belly isn’t mine, it’s some other man’s! “If you want me to forgive you, get rid of this bastard child right now.” He thought he could threaten me, but I calmly pulled out an amniocentesis paternity test from my bag. “I just had a paternity test done. The baby is definitely yours. If you don’t believe it, we can get retested right now.” Riley seemed caught off guard that I had prepared this document in advance, showing a flash of panic. He tried to maintain his composure. “Anyway, this pregnancy is too suspicious. Olivia, if you want to stay married to me, get rid of this baby! We’re still young—if we lose this one, there’ll be another. If you don’t agree—” “Then let’s get divorced.” Before he could finish, I made the decision for him. “Whether you acknowledge this child or not, I won’t abort him.” Riley was shocked. “Olivia!” My response completely stunned him. All his prepared arguments suddenly became useless. Riley’s eyes showed complete devastation. Just then, Frank and Maddie rushed in. “Olivia, why are you talking about divorce out of nowhere!” Maddie quickly gave Riley a meaningful look and tried to persuade me. “Riley did have the sterilization procedure, so it’s normal for him to have doubts about you. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, it’s fine. But about this baby…” I looked at her calmly and asked, “I can see that none of you want me to have this baby, but you should at least tell me why. “I just had a prenatal checkup at the hospital. The doctor said the baby is very healthy with no problems at all. “She also told me that I’m 35 now, and if I lose this pregnancy, it’ll be very difficult to conceive again. Even knowing this, you still want me to abort this child?” Riley looked at Frank and Maddie with an ugly expression. Frank and Maddie hesitated for a long time before Frank finally spoke up. “Olivia, you’re right. This child is precious. How about this—come home with us. We’ll take care of you and make sure the baby is born safely.” Maddie chimed in with a smile, “That’s right, we’ve even prepared the nursery for you.” I laughed at their disgusting act. Even at this point, they still wouldn’t tell me the truth. They just wanted to trick me into going back so they could use the formaldehyde in the new house to kill me and my baby. “I’m not going back with you.” I wouldn’t give them a second chance to hurt me and turned to leave. But my parents each grabbed one of my arms. “Olivia, stop being difficult. You either choose to come home with us, or you abort this baby.” “What are you trying to do?” I struggled to speak, “Are you planning to force me to have an abortion?” Maddie’s expression suddenly changed, and she snapped angrily, “How can you be so selfish! Everything we’re doing is for your own good!” Riley nodded in agreement, “That’s right, you’re 35 years old. Getting pregnant at Christmas is too dangerous. Listen to me and get rid of the baby.” At this point, they stopped pretending and directly dragged me toward the doctor’s office. But I was prepared. I shouted loudly, “Anna! Come save me!” Urgent footsteps echoed, and I saw my best friend Anna Hubbert appear before us with over a dozen bodyguards. My parents’ and Riley’s faces instantly changed. Even Gina, who was still recovering in her hospital bed, scrambled up in terror. The group exchanged glances, and Riley suddenly raised his fist, striking viciously toward my belly. The pain nearly made me pass out, but fortunately the bodyguards intervened in time and quickly rescued me. “Anna, the baby, my baby!” Before losing consciousness, I gripped Anna’s hand tightly, begging her to save my child. When I woke up again, I looked at Anna beside me with tears in my eyes, “Anna, my baby…” She comforted me, saying, “He’s fine.” I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. But before I could fully relax, familiar shouting came from outside the window. “Olivia, you heartless woman! Let my son out right now!” I looked at Anna in confusion. She explained, “Riley nearly caused you to miscarry. I called the police. He’ll be detained for at least a week!” I asked, “He’d rather be detained than tell us why he wants to abort the baby?” Anna shook her head helplessly, “He seems to have some deep hatred for this child!” As soon as she finished speaking, more shouting came from outside, “Olivia, if you refuse to abort this baby, we’ll disown you!” Those were my parents’ voices. They were actually threatening me with such words. But they miscalculated. In my previous life, they had already killed me once. Even if they had raised me, I’d already repaid that debt with my life. They desperately wanted to prevent me from having this baby, so I was determined to have it. Anna comforted me, “Olivia, don’t worry. My home has tight security – they can’t get in. Rest here peacefully and focus on your pregnancy. When you’re full-term, I’ll have a doctor come to the house to personally deliver your baby.” I nodded gratefully. Thank goodness I still had this wonderful friend. The shouting outside never stopped. After Riley was released from jail, he joined my parents. On my due date, I saw that all four of them had lost a lot of weight. When they saw me appear on the balcony, they all knelt down in unison. “Olivia, we’re begging you, hurry up and abort the baby! It’s not too late!” When they looked at my heavily swollen belly, their eyes were filled with terror. But I was completely confused. They were willing to kneel and beg me to abort the baby, yet they stubbornly refused to tell me why. The four remained silent. Riley even stood up directly, furiously threw a brick at me, and roared, “If you really dare to give birth to this bastard, I’ll spend my whole life haunting you and Anna, and I’ll kill everyone you care about!” I was so angry that my water broke instantly, and I nearly collapsed. Fortunately, Anna caught me in time. She called for a doctor and rushed me to the delivery room. An hour later, I heard the baby’s cry, and at the same time, I heard two gunshots. “Olivia, your parents committed suicide!” “What? Why on earth would they do that?” I was stunned on the spot, never imagining they would kill themselves over this. Anna brought the baby to me with a strange expression and said, “You should look at the baby first!” The moment I saw the child, I suddenly understood why they had desperately tried to prevent me from giving birth to this baby.

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After I got pregnant, my boyfriend Paul Ortiz’s grandmother killed herself by running into a wall right in front of me, leaving behind a secret. Everyone who knew this secret died. First Paul’s father, then Paul’s mother, and finally Paul swallowed pills and committed suicide right in front of me. The media hounded me relentlessly, the police summoned me for questioning multiple times, and internet trolls cyberbullied me. Everyone wanted to know what this secret was. They said I had killed Paul and his entire family just to keep this secret to myself. I never defended myself, remaining silent throughout, until I saw someone at Paul’s funeral. At that moment, I calmly stroked my swollen belly. My child and I should die too. ***** After I got pregnant, Paul brought me home to meet his parents. Paul’s grandmother Jade Ortiz took one look at my swollen belly and wailed before smashing her head against the wall in the living room. Blood splattered all over the wall. Jade didn’t die immediately. What was terrifying was that Jade’s eyes were wide open, with bloody tears seeping from them. Her once gentle face was filled with terror, as if she had seen something horrifying. She looked absolutely ghastly. Paul’s mother Clara Ortiz fainted several times, while his father Owen Ortiz held Jade and sobbed uncontrollably. Neighbors who came running after hearing the commotion reminded us that Jade seemed to have some last words to say. So we all fell silent, trying to hear what Jade was saying. But in the end, only Owen heard her final words. After telling him a secret, Jade died completely. Owen’s face showed extreme terror, and his hands holding Jade’s body wouldn’t stop trembling. He broke down screaming: “How am I supposed to live?” Owen’s reaction filled us with panic. Clara stepped forward to support him, asking quietly: “What did Jade say?” Owen looked at us deeply, then pushed Clara away and, before anyone could react, slammed himself hard against the wall. Blood splattered everywhere as Owen collapsed onto Jade’s corpse. And Owen’s final expression was filled with the same terror as Jade’s. As Owen lay dying, Clara cried and begged him to hold on, saying the ambulance would arrive soon. But after hearing Owen’s last words clearly, Clara’s face turned deathly pale and she hung up the phone. After that, no matter who asked, Clara refused to reveal Jade’s final words. Even when the police interrogated her sternly, Clara remained silent. After finishing Jade and Owen’s funeral, Paul seemed to have aged dramatically overnight. He asked Clara wearily: “What secret did Grandma tell us in the end? Why did Dad also commit suicide after hearing it?” Clara stroked the family photo, tears flowing helplessly. “Don’t ask anymore. There’s no secret at all. Your grandmother’s and father’s deaths were just accidents. Don’t overthink it.” Paul cried until his voice was hoarse. He shouted: “That was my dad and the grandmother who raised me! I watched them commit suicide—how can I just do nothing? At the very least, you need to let me know why!” My heart ached for Paul, so I helped persuade Clara: “Clara, Jade and Owen died right in front of us. How could we remain indifferent? “Besides, they both died after learning that secret, and you heard those final words too. We’re worried about you…” I knew my words were impolite, but this was my greatest concern. But before I could finish speaking, Clara cut me off. She suddenly smashed the family photo, her eyes bloodshot, looking at me with pure hatred. “I told you, there’s no secret at all! “You two had a child before getting married—they died from the shock you caused them. Are you satisfied now?” Whenever Jade and Owen’s deaths were mentioned, Clara couldn’t stop crying. Clearly, she was more heartbroken than any of us. But soon, Clara composed herself, took a deep breath, and apologized to me: “I’m sorry. I was overcome with grief and said those things. “Jade and Owen both had chronic illnesses. The economy hasn’t been good these past few years, so they probably didn’t want to burden you two. “Anyway, suicide isn’t something to celebrate. Let’s never bring this up again.” Clara’s attitude was cold and hard. No matter how we asked, she refused to continue this topic. But my heart was filled with unease, and my hand stroking my belly wouldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to know why Jade, who had liked me so much, would kill herself by running into a wall after learning I was pregnant. I wanted to know what secret she had left behind.

Paul was even more desperate than I was to know that secret. At Owen’s funeral, Clara had been drinking heavily due to her overwhelming grief and kept mumbling to herself. Paul seized this opportunity and coaxed the secret out of her. Clara’s voice was so soft that Paul had to lean in close to hear her. But almost the moment he heard it, his face showed the exact same look of terror as Jade and Owen had. Watching this terrifying scene unfold, I asked anxiously, “What is this secret? Why are you and Clara both so scared?” Paul didn’t answer me. He seemed frozen in shock, standing there woodenly while supporting Clara. I was getting frantic and walked over, trying to get close to Clara to hear what she was saying, but Paul’s reaction shocked me even more. He broke down crying, both terrified and helpless. Then he actually pushed me away, forcing me to stay away from Clara. I got upset: “I’m pregnant, why are you pushing me? What did Clara say? Why are you hiding this from me?” No matter how much I pressed him, Paul refused to answer. He looked at me with eyes full of sorrow: “Anna, I really wish you would never have to know this secret.” I stood there stunned, unable to understand what kind of secret could plunge Paul and his entire family into such despair. Why were they all so terrified after hearing it? Owen had even chosen suicide immediately after learning it. At that moment, Clara sobered up and looked at us with hollow eyes. She gave a bitter smile, her face gaunt and pained. Slowly, Clara began laughing maniacally. She grabbed Paul’s hand, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face: “Son, you insisted on hearing it yourself. Now you’ll have to live in pain just like me.” I completely broke down, unable to understand how things had turned out this way. I had come to visit Paul’s family with gifts, happy and excited, thinking our days ahead would be even more blissful. Paul was a good man—gentle and emotionally stable. We’d been together for three years and had never fought. His family was just as gentle as he was. His grandmother was kind, his parents were loving, and they always spoke softly at home, never having any arguments. Paul often mentioned me to his family, saying they all liked me and looked forward to meeting me. Jade especially loved me, often giving Paul money to buy me gifts, telling him to treat me well, and frequently sending me local specialties and calling me. But everything changed after I announced my pregnancy. Jade killed herself on the spot, and Owen did too. Clara became despondent, and even Paul became withdrawn and troubled. I felt like the whole world was against us, not letting us be happy. When I was exhausted both physically and mentally, I often wondered what secret Jade had left behind. Many people shared the same curiosity, especially after the neighbors posted about this incident online. The next day, police came to our door again, pressured by public opinion.

Paul’s mom had returned to her hometown, and Paul was at work, so I was the only one home when the police came to ask me about the situation. The police inquiry was tactful. “Paul’s grandmother Christmas is getting on in years. Does she suffer from any brain disorders? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but she might have been ill for some time.” I carefully recalled every detail of my interactions with Jade over the past three Christmases, then shook my head firmly. “That’s impossible. Jade gets medical checkups twice a year. She just had one half a month ago, and she’s in perfect health. She doesn’t have dementia.” The officer seemed somewhat disappointed. He paused, then asked, “What about Paul’s father? I heard his work hasn’t been going well lately, and the company is planning to fire him. Maybe he felt ashamed and couldn’t accept that reality?” “He chose suicide as soon as he heard Jade’s last words. Maybe Jade told him she was killing herself so she wouldn’t be a burden to him, so Paul’s father committed suicide out of guilt?” Both Jade and Owen killed themselves right in front of me. I witnessed everything firsthand, so I understood better than anyone how resolute they were in their decision to die. They absolutely would not have committed suicide for such ridiculous reasons. The officer suggested several other possibilities, all of which I denied one by one. Seeing that he couldn’t get any useful information, the officer had to end the questioning. After all, the facts showed suicide, not murder. If it weren’t for public pressure, they wouldn’t have wasted police resources questioning me at all. But just minutes after they left, Deputy Chief Leo Hellman rushed back. Leo looked at me, scratching his head as he asked if I could contact Paul. “Paul’s mother jumped off a building,” he said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the floor, feeling like I was suffocating. The police couldn’t reach Paul, so they had to take me to the scene where Clara had jumped. Police tape had already been set up downstairs, and crowds of onlookers had gathered around. Seeing me being helped over by the police, they all raised their phones to take pictures. “That’s the girlfriend of the suicide woman’s son, right? I heard that the day she went to her boyfriend’s house, his father and grandmother killed themselves at home!” “She’s like a jinx. People are definitely going to think she caused their deaths!” “Now her husband and mother-in-law are dead too, leaving just her son and daughter-in-law. I heard the daughter-in-law is pregnant. What are they going to do now?” Listening to these comments, my heart had gone numb. I knew Paul’s mother was heartbroken, but I never imagined she would commit suicide. The officer pulled me aside with concern. “The building is too high. Her body was badly mangled in the fall—don’t look. Where is your boyfriend?” “Some witnesses said her mother seemed dazed before she jumped, constantly muttering the word ‘secret.’ We suspect it’s the same secret that drove his father and grandmother to suicide!” Despite the officer’s attempts to stop me, I pushed past the layers of white sheets and saw Clara’s broken body. Over thirty floors, more than a hundred meters high—jumping from there meant certain death, yet she still jumped. I couldn’t hold it together anymore and fell to my knees, sobbing. I had simply gone to visit Paul’s family like anyone else would, yet I witnessed their deaths. I couldn’t understand what secret could make them so determined to give up their lives. Leo looked at me with sympathy. “Anna, I know you’re devastated, but you need to pull yourself together. The situation is clear now—everyone who knew that secret is dead.” “What exactly is that secret? Do you know? Or does your boyfriend know?” My mind was too overwhelmed with grief to think clearly. All I could do was shake my head helplessly through my tears. I didn’t know—I knew nothing at all. I wanted to know that secret even more than the police did. What could have possibly driven Paul’s grandmother to immediately choose suicide after hearing about my pregnancy? Just then, Paul rushed over. Like a puppet, he calmly accepted the fact that his only remaining relative had also taken her own life. Staring at the shattered remains on the ground, he told the police matter-of-factly that he knew what the secret was. He said, “My grandmother and parents all committed suicide because of this secret. Now I’m the only one who knows it, but the time isn’t right yet. I won’t reveal the secret for now.” Paul calmly handled Clara’s funeral and brought me home. Though I didn’t know what the secret was, I had a vague sense it was connected to my pregnancy. I was terrified—afraid that Paul, the only one who knew the secret, would choose suicide like the rest of his family. I watched my belly grow day by day with mounting dread, praying in terror that Paul wouldn’t suddenly kill himself one day. But I was wrong. Paul remained remarkably calm. He went to work as usual, took care of me attentively, and arranged everything for me and the baby. Gradually, I began to relax, thinking he had moved past the grief of losing his loved ones. The only thing was that Paul started avoiding me after that, hiding in his room and typing on his computer, as if he were recording something. I had a premonition that he was documenting that secret, but Paul always denied it whenever I asked. I could only pretend I knew nothing. I thought our days could continue peacefully like this, but then suddenly one day, Paul started a livestream online and solemnly announced that the time had come—he was going to reveal the secret to the world. As I watched the viewer count surge to a hundred thousand, Paul gripped my hand tightly and looked at me tenderly. “Anna, I know you’ve always been curious about the secret Grandma left behind. The time has come now—I’ll tell you everything.” He pulled me into his arms with pity, gently stroking my slightly rounded belly, then leaned close to my ear and whispered the secret. By the time I realized what I had heard, it was too late. My tears reacted faster than my brain. I stared wide-eyed in horror, my body trembling violently. I frantically tried to question Paul, but he pushed me away through his tears, backing several steps to stand far away by the door, blood gushing from his mouth. I panicked instantly and rushed toward him. “Paul! Don’t die! Please don’t die! You can’t leave me and the baby!” But it was already too late. Paul kept spitting up blood and lost his life within seconds. Just like his parents and grandmother, he chose to commit suicide right in front of me, leaving me alone with despair. I held my belly and watched him die helplessly. I begged him, but he could no longer respond. I cried until I had no tears left, sitting on the ground like a puppet, my heart filled with unbearable grief and nothing but terror. The secret Paul told me was truly horrifying. No wonder they all chose suicide after learning it. Now that I knew the secret, my child and I should die too.

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The new lawyer at our firm, Chloe Hill, claims she’s been reborn. A publicly traded company wanted to sign a ten-million-dollar contract with us, but she told our boss Josh Green that the company had problems. If we took on this case, our firm wouldn’t just lose—we’d face massive compensation claims. Josh listened to her advice with some skepticism. The next day, the company’s scandal was indeed exposed, and the law firm that took their case faced millions in damages. Afterward, Josh wanted to celebrate our narrow escape and asked me to book a restaurant for the celebration. But Chloe told Josh not to go to that restaurant because there would be a gas explosion. Sure enough, within hours, the restaurant’s gas explosion made headline news. After these two incidents, Josh became a firm believer that Chloe was truly reborn. To keep Chloe at the firm, he gave her the executive position he had originally promised me. When I submitted my resignation, Chloe urged Josh to stop me. “If Leah switches firms, within a year she’ll use the resources she gained at our firm to crush us, and the whole company will have to shut down.” My boyfriend and colleague Martin Gomez sided with Chloe. “Chloe’s right. I’ve already seen the job offer from Verity Law Firm in Leah’s email. She holds grudges—if she goes to Verity Law Firm, our firm will definitely face her revenge.” Josh believed their words and refused my resignation request. My labor arbitration application was useless, and I eventually ended up as a janitor at the firm. Unable to accept this fate, I developed depression and hanged myself at the company entrance. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. ***** In the firm’s conference room, Josh was about to sign a ten-million-dollar contract with a major public company when Chloe rushed in to stop him. “Don’t sign! This company has problems!” Josh was startled by her sudden behavior. “Chloe, what are you talking about? This is a ten-million-dollar deal!” This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the firm. Chloe spoke with confidence and certainty: “Mr. Green, this company has falsified its performance records. A crisis will break out soon. If our firm takes this case, we won’t just lose—we’ll face massive compensation!” Josh was stunned. “Where did you hear this information?” The company representative immediately became flustered and defensively denied it: “That’s complete nonsense! Our company has no problems!” Chloe became even more confident. “I didn’t hear it from anywhere—I just know, because I’ve been reborn. Your company is deliberately offering us an astronomical legal fee because you want our firm to lose and help you pay breach-of-contract penalties!” Her words sounded convincing, and the representative’s face instantly went pale. Though Josh remained somewhat skeptical, he postponed the signing. The next day, the company was indeed exposed for having problems. Countless media outlets competed to report the story, various financial frauds were exposed, and the company directly declared bankruptcy. Chloe instantly became the firm’s hero, earning even Josh’s deep respect. It was then that I finally confirmed I had truly been reborn—reborn to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. In my previous life, Chloe had done exactly the same thing, predicting problems with the ten-million-dollar contract, successfully preventing the firm’s losses, and shocking everyone. Afterward, Josh wanted to celebrate our narrow escape and asked me to book a restaurant for the celebration. But Chloe told Josh not to go to that restaurant because there would be a gas explosion. Sure enough, within hours, the restaurant’s gas explosion made headline news. After these two incidents, Josh became a firm believer that Chloe was truly reborn. To keep Chloe at the firm, he gave her the executive position he had originally promised me. When I submitted my resignation, Chloe urged Josh to stop me. “If Leah switches firms, within a year she’ll use the resources she gained at our firm to crush us, and the whole company will have to shut down.” After hearing Chloe’s words, my boyfriend and colleague Martin also said: “Chloe’s right. I’ve already seen the job offer from Verity Law Firm in Leah’s email. She holds grudges—if she goes to Verity Law Firm, our firm will definitely face her revenge.” Josh believed their words and refused my resignation request. My labor arbitration application was useless, and I eventually ended up as a janitor at the firm. Unable to accept this fate, I developed depression and hanged myself at the company entrance. I never expected that I would be reborn to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. This time, I definitely won’t let the tragedy of my previous life happen again.

Sure enough, while my thoughts were in turmoil, Josh suggested going to a restaurant for dinner again. I paused and gave the exact same response as in my previous life: “Sure, we can go to Grill Garden like last time—” Before I could finish, Chloe interrupted me once again: “No! There’s going to be a gas explosion at Grill Garden tonight, and many people will die. If we go there, we’ll die too!” Everyone froze, looking at each other with skepticism. “How is that possible? How could that restaurant have a gas explosion?” “Yeah, that restaurant has high safety standards and gets fire inspections every month. Chloe, are you under too much work stress and having hallucinations?” “Rebirth is too ridiculous. Who actually gets reborn?” Facing everyone’s doubts, Chloe appeared arrogant and confident: “If you don’t believe me, then go ahead and have dinner at that restaurant tonight. But if there really is an explosion and you get hurt, don’t blame me for not warning you.” Just like in my previous life, she spoke with such conviction, her confident demeanor making everyone afraid to argue further. After all, no one wanted to risk their life. Martin, who had been silent, stepped forward: “I don’t think Chloe would lie about something like this. Let’s not go to Grill Garden today and just go to the pizza place downstairs instead.” After saying this, he deliberately looked at me: “Leah, what do you think?” I looked at him, sneering inwardly while maintaining a calm expression: “Sure.” Seeing Chloe’s calculating look, I became even more convinced that this whole thing wasn’t so simple. While everyone was heading downstairs, I went to the adjacent elevator area and anonymously called the owner of Grill Garden to remind them to check their gas lines. After that, I also called the fire department with a tip, claiming I suspected a gas leak at the restaurant and asking them to inspect it. An hour later, the fire department called me back: they had completed their inspection and replaced all the old equipment, so there would be no fire risk in the near future. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued eating at the pizza place downstairs. However, just then, piercing fire alarm sirens suddenly sounded outside the pizza place. Four or five fire trucks raced past the entrance one after another, heading toward Grill Garden. Everyone was stunned. Martin was the first to react, pulling out his phone: “Everyone, check the news! Grill Garden had a gas explosion ten minutes ago, and all the customers on the first floor were blown away! Chloe’s prediction actually came true!” I was completely stunned on the spot. How was this possible? I had clearly warned the restaurant and had the fire department inspect it, so how could there still be an explosion? Could Chloe actually be telling the truth? Had she really been reborn?

The restaurant fell silent instantly, with everyone turning to look at Chloe, completely convinced of her identity as someone reborn. Chloe put on a heavy expression and lowered her head, sighing, “Since things are already destined, what’s meant to happen will happen. All we can do is accept reality.” She deliberately looked my way: “Leah, I think you should understand this too.” I met her gaze: “What are you trying to say?” Chloe glanced at Josh with a troubled expression: “I know you’ve been waiting for Mr. Green to promote you to senior partner, but unfortunately, the person Mr. Green has in mind is me. I know you don’t want to accept it, but there’s nothing we can do—this is destined to happen.” Josh, still in shock, was stunned. I could tell that before Chloe said this, he hadn’t even considered the promotion, but after her two successful predictions earlier, he was completely convinced by her. He immediately said, “Yes, Chloe, you’re right. I was indeed planning to make you senior partner.” Then he looked at me: “Leah, this is destined. It can’t be changed.” I sneered inwardly and looked at Chloe: “Ms. Hill, what you want isn’t just the senior partner position, but also those cases I handle that make up almost half the firm’s business, right?” Chloe avoided my gaze, not expecting me to see through her intentions. She immediately retorted: “Don’t talk nonsense! How could someone reborn like me care about your measly cases? I’m just telling everyone what’s about to happen!” “Really?” I smiled slightly, staring at Chloe: “Then are you going to predict next that I’m planning to jump ship because you stole my position?” Chloe’s expression changed instantly, and she instinctively glanced at Martin nearby, clearly panicked. She quickly composed herself and looked at me again: “Looks like you’re feeling guilty, so you revealed your plan early? Since that’s the case, I won’t hide it from everyone anymore. Mr. Green, Leah wants to jump ship to our rival Verity Law Firm, and then she’ll use our firm’s resources to crush us. Eventually, the firm will go bankrupt and we’ll all have to disband!” “Is what she’s saying true?” Josh’s expression immediately turned cold, looking at me with hostility. Chloe glanced at Martin, who immediately put on a grave expression and stepped forward to “testify” for Chloe. “Leah, so that offer in your email was from Verity Law Firm! I thought it was spam and didn’t pay attention to it. Now I see you’ve been planning to betray our firm all along!” Martin is my boyfriend, so his words naturally made Chloe’s accusations even more credible. My colleagues immediately looked at me with strange expressions and began whispering among themselves. “Chloe is amazing! She actually knew in advance that Leah was going to betray us. She really saved us all—otherwise the firm would go bankrupt and we’d all lose our jobs.” “I’m getting goosebumps. I never imagined Leah could be such a scheming person, even hiding things from her own boyfriend!” “Exactly! If Chloe hadn’t been reborn and come back, we would’ve all become sacrificial pawns in Leah’s plan!” Just like in my previous life, everyone refused to give me any chance to explain. Josh’s face turned ashen as he slammed the table and stood up. “Leah, I’ve mentored and promoted you for so many years, and this is how you repay me?” Chloe watched everyone’s reactions with satisfaction, then walked up to Josh and looked directly at me. “Sorry, Leah, but for the sake of hundreds of jobs at this firm, I had to tell the truth. I can’t let the entire firm be destroyed just to protect one person—you understand, right?” I looked at her smug expression, at Martin standing on her side, at my boss and colleagues with their hostile stares, and felt my heart turn cold as ice. In my previous life, they caused my tragic death, and now they want to do it again. I absolutely won’t let them succeed! I clenched my fists and looked up at Martin. “I never sent my resume to Verity Law Firm—there’s no way I could have received an offer from them!” Chloe laughed softly. “Leah, stop denying it! Martin saw it with his own eyes. What’s the point of pretending? The legal profession despises betrayal above all else. If Josh makes your situation public, you’ll never work in this industry again! I suggest you apologize to Josh right now—maybe I can even put in a good word for you.” Martin immediately chimed in: “Exactly! When you’re blacklisted from the industry and living in poverty, it’ll be too late for regrets. No one will want anything to do with you then!” “Is that so?” I let out a cold laugh and slowly walked toward Chloe, stopping right in front of her. “Since you’ve been reborn, don’t your memories from your previous life tell you that my computer has hidden surveillance software?” Chloe’s smile vanished instantly. “What do you mean?” “It’s simple. Who actually used my computer to secretly send a resume to Verity Law Firm, and who’s really colluding with them behind the scenes—my computer surveillance recorded everything. I’m going to open it right now and let everyone see for themselves!” I opened my laptop with a cold smile, turned the screen toward Josh, and directly pulled up the surveillance footage. Soon, a clear figure appeared on the screen. Everyone present immediately changed color, turning their heads to look.

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When I returned to 1980, I quietly changed my heart’s desire from my original choice to the wealthy young man next door who always loved to flirt with me. My senator father, Tom Brown, was somewhat surprised by this but still respected my decision. In my previous life, Tom asked me which of the boys at the military base I fancied most. I wrote down Quentin Worthington’s name. Tom nodded and said, “Quentin earned his medal after just three years of service in the Marines. He’s definitely got a bright future ahead. He seems like he’d make a loyal and reliable husband.” Tom immediately arranged a date between Quentin and me. Both families thought we were a perfect match. Our wedding was grand, with nearly half the Pentagon in attendance. But six months after our marriage, Quentin was transferred to an Alaskan military base for a special mission. Not only did he leave me to care for his parents alone, but he also cut off contact with me when Tom fell seriously ill. After I finished arranging Tom’s funeral, I learned that Quentin had died in action. Under this double blow, I jumped from a building and killed myself, my soul lingering long after death. Forty years later, an elderly couple appeared at my grave. Quentin came to my grave with his arm around Lauren Phillips’ waist and said, “Lily, I’m sorry I deceived you back then. But Lauren was diagnosed with limited time left, so I could only ask for your forgiveness. If you want revenge, come find me.” So they had loved each other so deeply all along. Quentin had faked his death to deceive me for Lauren’s sake, thinking I resented them, which caused Lauren to fall terminally ill. Learning the truth, I finally found peace. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Tom asked me whom I wanted to marry. ***** “I heard you buried a time capsule in the park. Tell me, whose name did you write?” Tom looked at me with a gentle smile. I suddenly remembered how haggard he looked when he was seriously ill in my previous life. If it hadn’t been for Quentin’s mother, Sharon Foster, deliberately stalling, I could have seen Tom one last time. With tears streaming down my face, I couldn’t help but hug him and say, “Dad, I want to marry Nathaniel Beaumont.” Tom was stunned for a moment. “Nathaniel? I remember you liked Quentin, didn’t you?” Seeing me cry so sadly, he had to compromise. “Alright, Nathaniel is lucky indeed. When his father returns, I’ll go discuss this matter with him.” That would be in three days. I remembered that in my previous life, it was also three days later that Quentin and I officially got engaged. But this time, I wouldn’t go to Quentin’s house anymore. I wiped away my tears. My friends were still waiting for me in the living room. My friend Megan Smith ran over to urge me, saying, “The book club was your responsibility. How could you just agree when Lauren suggested burying a time capsule? She’s always targeting you—can’t you see that?” Thinking back, that was indeed true. When I was fifteen, I first experienced Lauren’s malice. She pointed at my dress and said loudly, “My God, don’t you even know how to use tampons?” That was the third year after my mother’s death. Because of this incident, my classmates all laughed at me behind my back. Worst of all, Quentin happened to be passing by our classroom. I was so ashamed that I didn’t go to school for a week. When I was eighteen, I secretly went to the shooting range to watch Quentin train, and Lauren followed. I felt someone push me from behind, and a bullet flew past my ear, nearly killing me. Tom was so angry he grounded me for a month. I now believe that must have been Lauren’s doing too. Yet in my previous life, I had completely failed to notice her hostility. This book club’s “time capsule burial” activity was also her idea. Lauren suggested writing down our crushes’ names and digging up the time capsule to celebrate once our wishes came true. I thought it was a romantic idea, so I adopted it. After being reborn and realizing the truth, I immediately changed Quentin’s name to Nathaniel’s. Megan was still defending me. I looked up to see Quentin running toward us. She thought Quentin was coming for me, but actually he had another purpose. “Lily, don’t let Mr. Brown contact my parents. I won’t marry you.” I was puzzled about how Quentin knew Tom planned to contact his parents. I instinctively tried to explain, “I didn’t…” “If you’re willing to help me and Lauren be together, I’ll consider you a good friend.” As he spoke, a hint of tenderness flashed in Quentin’s eyes, but it quickly turned cold again. “Otherwise, we can’t even be friends.” But in my previous life, he had clearly been willing to marry me. I didn’t know why he had suddenly changed his mind. Looking at Quentin’s determined expression, I wondered, “Could he have been reborn too?”

Quentin frowned, as if I were some thorny problem that needed solving. I couldn’t understand where the disgust in his eyes came from. I had never done anything to wrong their family. In my past life, if he hadn’t insisted on going to the Alaska military base, I wouldn’t have had to take care of his parents in his place, and Tom wouldn’t have gotten stomach ulcers from worrying about me without daring to tell me. Later, when Tom’s condition worsened, by the time I ran into Nathaniel accompanying him to the hospital, he was already in the late stages of stomach cancer. Sharon seemed easy to get along with, but she was actually a snob. When she saw Tom lose his power due to illness, she stopped pretending. I only went to the hospital a few times to bring Tom meals, and Sharon accused me of not caring about her. Left with no choice, I wrote to Quentin asking if he could take leave to come back, only to discover I couldn’t reach him at all. For a whole month, I watched Tom unable to eat even a bite, becoming nothing but skin and bones. Sharon spread rumors everywhere, saying she suspected I was dating doctors at the hospital, which was why I never came home. If it hadn’t been for Nathaniel taking care of Tom, I would have collapsed long ago. Later Tom died, and I resented Quentin for it. But then Quentin died too—though it was a fake death, I believed it at the time. Nathaniel begged me on the rooftop to keep living. My mind was in complete chaos then, and I decided not to cause him any more trouble. “What are you thinking about? You zone out the moment you see Quentin.” Nathaniel poked my forehead, pulling my thoughts back to reality. Only then did I realize I had been staring at Quentin for quite a while. Nathaniel continued, “You’re so ungrateful! I’m with you every day, but you don’t care about me.” The old me would have definitely scolded Nathaniel for being shameless by now. But I suddenly asked him, “If I cared about you, would you marry me?” Quentin beside us froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up. Nathaniel said in surprise, “Lily, you’ve gone too far! How dare you tease me?” He laughed helplessly, lacking confidence, “Sorry, I won’t joke around in front of Quentin anymore, okay?” “I…” I was about to explain when Nathaniel took the books from my arms and ran back to the living room, leaving Quentin and me staring at each other. Quentin’s gaze turned cold, “Give up. Lauren saved me, and I really can’t break her heart.” I touched the scar on the inside of my wrist, thinking how coincidental it was. I thought to myself, “I saved you too, and I can’t even play piano anymore because of you. Why aren’t you grateful to me? Since you’re so worried about me marrying you, I’ll let you worry for a few days.” “Instead of trying to convince me, you should convince your parents. After all, who wouldn’t like a senator’s daughter?” I said, feigning helplessness. Lauren’s father was just a minor clerk at a defense contractor, with an insignificant position, and her mother was a stepmother. Because of Sharon’s snobbery, it would be very difficult for Quentin to marry Lauren. Quentin glared at me, saying displeasedly, “Lily, stop pestering me! I’m not afraid of you anymore.” I was stunned, thinking, “So you only started being afraid of me after I died? Are you afraid that I’ll come back to seek revenge after being wronged by you?” Before I could voice my question, an urgent voice came from down the hallway: “Quentin! Lauren’s been hurt!”

So Quentin could worry about others after all. I remembered in my past life, when he received orders to transfer to the Alaska base, Sharon fainted from worry. I was anxious and restless, only able to think of going to church to light candles and pray for him. I knelt before the pews until my knees were bruised, and they never fully recovered after I got home. The day we saw Quentin off, he watched me struggle to walk properly. Not only did he show no sympathy, but he scolded me: “These religious rituals are useless. You’d be better off cooking a good meal for my parents. Lily, you’re not a little girl anymore. You need to learn how to be a proper military spouse.” Now Lauren had merely gotten a small cut on her hand—one that probably wouldn’t even leave a scar. Yet Quentin was extremely worried about her, cradling her finger as if afraid she might be in pain. “Lily Brown, you knew perfectly well that Lauren’s favorite book is ‘Gone with the Wind.’ What did you mean by hiding that razor blade in it?!” Quentin’s eyes were bloodshot as he carried Lauren toward the door. His footsteps made my heart ache. Lauren struggled shyly for a moment, then gripped Quentin’s hand tightly and shot me a provocative look. Before I could say anything, Quentin slammed the door shut. I stood there, my grip on the book suddenly tightening. “Lily! Your hand!” Blood gushed down. It turned out my beloved book had hidden an even sharper blade. Lauren was still treating me like a rival, as always. But there was no need. This time, I wouldn’t compete with her. Quentin’s outburst ended the book club meeting on the spot. Nathaniel carefully bandaged my wound. He said, “You really won’t go to the ER? Then I’ll have to use everything I learned to patch you up properly.” As Nathaniel spoke, he leaned closer, his breathing right by my ear. “Baby, what will you do without me in the future?” I turned my head and accidentally brushed his cheek with my nose. I said, “Then stick to me like gum. I’m not chasing you away…” Nathaniel looked at me in surprise, then shyly lowered his head. Then he laughed self-deprecatingly: “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your dates with Quentin.” After saying this, he shot me a petulant glare. I found it baffling. Early the next morning, I used my unbandaged hand to inventory the jewelry my mother had left me. That’s when Quentin angrily pounded on my door. “You had Lauren’s dance competition eligibility revoked, didn’t you?” His collar was slightly open, completely different from his usual proper appearance. I’d never seen him this angry over anyone. “I didn’t.” I pushed against Quentin’s shoulders, trying to get him to leave. Lauren ran over, pleading with me: “Lily, I know the chairman of the arts committee is your relative. Yesterday I accidentally cut my hand myself—it had nothing to do with you. I’ll testify to clear your name. Can you give me back my spot?” Lauren wiped away tears, as if I had really bullied her. “You didn’t have the ability to earn that spot yourself, so how is it my fault?” I couldn’t help but argue back. I heard a sharp crack and felt pain on my left cheek. Quentin’s hand trembled as he slapped me: “Lily, you’ve gone too far. How can you be so careless with other people’s futures? I only criticized you a little, and you went and framed Lauren. We all grew up together as friends—you’ve gone too far.” I looked at him coldly. Quentin was the last person in the world who had the right to say those words. It was too much when he abandoned me to go on dates with his lover at the military base. It was too much when he faked his death to trick me into supporting his parents. And forty Christmases after my death, when Quentin brought his mistress to visit my grave and asked me to let them go—that was the most excessive of all. Quentin noticed my bandaged hand and snorted coldly: “Lauren hurt her hand, so you bandaged yours too. Are you hoping I’ll pity you? Your acting is pathetic.” I shoved him hard and said, “Get out!” Blood seeped through the bandage on my hand. When Quentin saw it, he froze: “Lily, you…” I felt utterly powerless. I regretted not listening to Nathaniel yesterday and going straight to the ER for proper treatment. My hand wound must have gotten infected—otherwise, why would my head feel so dizzy and my consciousness so unclear? I passed out. “Lily!” “Lily!” When I opened my eyes again, I saw a mess of tousled hair. “Nathaniel?” “What’s wrong?” Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse, and he looked exhausted as he lifted his head to look at me. I checked my watch and realized I’d slept the entire day. Seeing me looking around, Nathaniel sighed. “Stop looking—that jerk isn’t here.” Megan walked in carrying a lunch box and said, “Quentin is such a bastard. He seemed so worried about you, but the moment Lauren said she felt dizzy, he ran off to her again. If Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to take you to the hospital to change your bandages, you would’ve burned to death right at your doorstep!” Nathaniel told Megan to stop talking. For a moment, I stared at that familiar back of his head. All my memories of Nathaniel came flooding back. I remembered Nathaniel taking off his jacket to cover my dirty dress, riding his bike to take me home. When I was grounded, Nathaniel would climb up to my window in the middle of the night, telling jokes to cheer me up. Nathaniel helped me organize Tom’s funeral. He once knelt by my gravestone all night before finally leaving in despair. Even after achieving success, Nathaniel still kept my photo on his nightstand. Someone secretly left nutritional supplements with my name on them at Quentin’s door. For forty Christmases after my death, Nathaniel still prepared birthday gifts for me every Christmas. I suddenly wanted to rush home and discuss marrying him with Nathaniel’s parents. The day felt incredibly long. By the time I was discharged and returned home, it was already midnight. Tom took two phone calls, and the next morning he was dressed and sitting properly in the living room. I didn’t expect Sharon to arrive first. She appeared at my door carrying gifts. “Lily, how’s your hand?” I was surprised. Behind her stood Quentin, looking guilty. He had gauze on his forehead, as if he’d been hit. Nathaniel, who had been coming to my house morning and evening, snorted coldly in displeasure. After exchanging pleasantries with Tom, Sharon said nervously, “Lily, don’t be angry. Once you two get married, I’ll make it up to you. Mr. Brown, Quentin and Lily are such a perfect match—what do you think about them being together?” As she spoke, she pulled out a jewelry box from her bag. Quentin frowned, but seeing Nathaniel looking dejected nearby, he inexplicably straightened his chest. I was stunned. The doorway suddenly became noisy. My friends had arrived. A complete set of Tiffany jewelry and a custom wedding dress were brought into the living room. “We want a bride as wonderful as Lily too!” Nathaniel’s parents came over from next door. “Nathaniel usually seems pretty carefree, but he really only cares about Lily. Lily, why don’t you consider dating Nathaniel?” Nathaniel changed from his previous nonchalant attitude and said seriously, “Mom, Dad, Lily actually doesn’t…” Before he could finish, Quentin let out a cold laugh. Quentin’s arrogant expression seemed to be waiting for his prize to voluntarily return to his hands. Suddenly, the room fell silent, with only the sound of my footsteps breaking the quiet. As I moved, Quentin’s expression changed from smug arrogance to disbelief. “Lily, you…” As I moved, Quentin’s expression changed from smug arrogance to disbelief. “Lily, you…” I said, “I’m willing to marry Nathaniel!” I said, “I’m willing to marry Nathaniel!”

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On Thanksgiving Day, my sister Taylor Reed drugged me unconscious, then secretly used a knife to slash my face. Actually, I had already woken up. Not only did I endure the pain without making a sound, but when I heard Taylor bragging about going to Dubai with our remarried father Dominick Reed to live like a princess, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my previous life, Dominick was an alcoholic who beat my mother to death before fleeing the United States overnight. He remarried a Dubai princess and returned in glory, taking me—the prettier-looking one—back to Dubai with him. He spent ten years cultivating my beauty and charm, then invested massive resources to make me a Hollywood A-list actress, adored by millions. Meanwhile, Taylor, who lived with Grandpa Harrison Montgomery, was required to study hard from a young age and lived frugally in all aspects. After learning of my fame, she became jealous and lured me onto a yacht. When I wasn’t paying attention, she dragged me overboard to our deaths. When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day Dominick came back to America from Dubai. This glamorous, dazzling life—I’ve decided to give it to Taylor! ***** Dominick wore a custom-tailored suit with the latest Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, sizing up Taylor and me. He sighed and said, “Although I married a princess in Dubai, I can’t take both of you there. Discuss it between yourselves—who’s coming with me to enjoy the royal life in Dubai!” After speaking, Dominick turned and left without hesitation. Harrison stood before us and said to Dominick, “You’re not taking either of these children!” Dominick had violent tendencies—three months ago, he beat my mother to death before fleeing America. Naturally, Harrison didn’t want us going with Dominick. I nodded obediently while noticing Taylor’s disdainful look. That evening, I saw Taylor slip sleeping pills into my milk, but I pretended not to notice and drank it anyway. When I woke up in the morning, I saw a terrible knife wound on my face. It hurt badly. Watching Taylor happily applying skincare products nearby, I knew she had been reborn too. I didn’t make a scene, just silently endured the pain, waiting for Dominick to come choose today. Harrison brought breakfast that morning, and seeing my disfigured face, he actually looked relieved, telling us to hurry up and finish eating. Taylor just glanced at the sandwich before tossing it to me. “Ugly girl! This sandwich is for you. Soon I’ll be in Dubai eating delicacies while you stay here living in poverty!” Seeing that I obediently picked up the sandwich, Taylor showed a triumphant expression of certain victory. Half an hour later, my face mysteriously broke out in red rashes, itching unbearably. The scar on my face extended from my cheekbone all the way to my chin. My formerly delicate features were completely gone, making Taylor look even more stunning by comparison. Harrison was first shocked to see Taylor’s beautiful face, then sighed with a complex expression. Dominick looked at me with disgust and reached out to pull Taylor over. “We’re not going to Dubai to be beggars. Look what you’ve done to yourself—what a waste!” Taylor was beside herself with excitement, stepping forward to link arms with me, pretending to be reluctant to leave me. She said, “The glamorous movie star life can only be mine. You just stay here and be a country bumpkin with the old man!” Of course I knew why she said that. In our previous life, we faced the same choice. After Dominick struck it rich in Dubai, he wanted to choose one pretty daughter from the two of us to please the princess. After learning from guests at our mother’s funeral that Harrison was a formidable antique collector, Taylor schemed to stay behind. Harrison thought Dominick was unreliable as always, so he added peanut butter that would cause temporary allergic reactions to both our breakfasts. After Taylor found out, she threw away my breakfast and devoured hers. After her allergic reaction, Dominick naturally chose me. Back then, Taylor had whispered mockingly in my ear just like this: “You go with the murderer! I’ll be living in a mansion soon!” But the reality was completely different from what she imagined. Harrison’s home wasn’t a luxury mansion at all—just a small cabin in the suburbs. The most valuable thing in Harrison’s house was probably that old tractor in the barn. That very night, Taylor’s emotions collapsed. Because Dominick’s latest social media post showed him boarding a private jet in first class with me. He said he would spoil me and make me happy for life. While I leisurely learned etiquette and enjoyed afternoon tea, Taylor was struggling through obscure textbooks. Ten years later, Taylor got into Harvard University. Clutching her acceptance letter, she threatened suicide to force Harrison to buy her a plane ticket to Dubai. But the scene she imagined—Dominick welcoming her with overwhelming joy—never materialized.

Taylor’s timing couldn’t have been worse—today was the momentous day when the Dubai royal family announced my debut. Along Palm Island Boulevard, an entire fleet of Rolls-Royces was promoting me. A-list Hollywood actresses publicly expressed their willingness to co-star with me, and Oscar-winning directors personally acknowledged me as their muse. Olivia Reed—this name instantly topped global news headlines. My debut at the pinnacle made everyone envious. Taylor glared at me with venomous eyes as I basked in the spotlight, while her precious Harvard acceptance letter was trampled underfoot by the crowd. When the crowd dispersed, she eagerly tried to approach Dominick, who was discussing business with film investors, only to be roughly shoved to the ground by security guards. Despite her appearance being nearly unchanged from childhood, Dominick didn’t recognize her at all. His cold gaze was sharp as a blade. “Where did this beggar come from? Don’t interrupt our business.” Taylor shook her head in disbelief, screaming hysterically, “Dad! I’m your daughter!” She held up the dirt-stained Harvard acceptance letter, desperately seeking Dominick’s recognition. People around us whispered among themselves. “Mr. Reed has another daughter? Impossible. Miss Olivia Reed is obviously so much more refined!” “Exactly. This woman looks so poor—how could she possibly compare to the royally-trained Miss Olivia Reed?” Taylor looked at Dominick with hopeful anticipation, convinced that if he just nodded, she could have this kind of life too. “Well.” Dominick merely gestured coldly for the guards to tear up the acceptance letter and escort her away. Turning around, he gently embraced me in my elegant gown and hundred-million-dollar jewelry, solemnly promising, “I want you to be born at the top of the world, to become the most dazzling person.” That evening, Harrison received a call from Dominick, demanding he come to Dubai immediately to take Taylor away. On the deck of the luxury yacht, I chatted and laughed with princes. One prince even presented me with a ten-carat diamond ring on the spot, proposing marriage. Taylor’s cold gaze followed me relentlessly. Her faded shirt formed a stark contrast against the yacht’s golden splendor, while guests’ mockery of her never ceased. “Mr. Reed actually let this country bumpkin board the yacht! She has no idea how to dress.” “She’s absolutely vulgar!” Suddenly, Taylor made up her mind. She approached me with a fake smile, saying she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk, but when we were alone, she suddenly grabbed me and jumped overboard. She bit down hard on my ear, blood staining the corners of her mouth as she looked completely deranged. “Why should you enjoy all the glory while I suffer on the farm? If I can’t have it, neither can you!” The pain of having my ear bitten off still haunts me today. Now, Taylor finally got her wish, leaving triumphantly with Dominick. Before departing, she maliciously shoved me as I weakened from blood loss, saying, “Country bumpkin, stay on your farm and suffer!”

Harrison brought me back to the farm in Texas. This place wasn’t barren and desolate like Taylor had described—it was actually quite scenic. The cabin had a bunk bed, clearly showing that Harrison had originally planned to bring both of us back. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “This really can’t compare to Dubai. It’s not too late if you want to change your mind.” Despite his reluctance to let me go, he couldn’t bring himself to ask me to stay. I chuckled softly and began unpacking my luggage. Harrison quietly left, returning at dusk covered in mud and carrying a shopping bag. I quickly took the bag from him and looked inside. He had gone all the way to the distant town to buy medicine for me. Late that night, a neighbor gently applied ointment to my wounds and told me Harrison had waited at her door for a full hour. I was deeply moved. Though Harrison was strict, the books he chose were all fascinating. I especially loved the ones about legendary stories behind antiques. Our life was simple, but Harrison never shortchanged me. Ten Christmases flew by, and on the same day I received my Harvard acceptance letter, Taylor’s name hit Twitter’s trending topics. She looked stunning in the video. Her perfect figure, delicate features, and outstanding presence made her an overnight sensation. Soon after, she returned to America. A stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of our little cabin. Taylor wore the latest Chanel, with a diamond bracelet sparkling on her wrist. Seeing me come out, she said contemptuously, “Country bumpkin, where’s my sister?” I replied calmly, “That would be me.” My attitude seemed to infuriate her. Taylor sneered, “Stop acting all high and mighty. You’re incredibly jealous of me, aren’t you?” She then signaled her bodyguard to open a briefcase and threw stacks of cash in my face. I couldn’t dodge in time, and the money left a bruise on my forehead. I didn’t pick up the money, just looked directly into her eyes and asked calmly, “Are you really happy?” Taylor burst into laughter as if she’d heard the world’s biggest joke. “I’m not happy? I live with princes and princesses, using things you could never afford in your lifetime. While you’re doing farm work, I’ve been traveling the world. How could I not be happy?” As someone who had experienced all of that myself, I could see the exhaustion beneath her glamorous exterior. Seeing that I remained unmoved, Taylor said as she turned to leave, “People raised by stuffy old men are boring as hell.” When Harrison returned from his card game and saw the injury on my forehead, he was so distressed that he immediately rushed to town to buy medicine. Watching his hunched figure, my tears finally fell. Dubai princess, international superstar—it was all a scam. They groomed beautiful girls just to decorate that hellhole. Glamorous stars only needed to do a little promotion, and fans would rush headlong toward so-called Dubai. In reality, they would transfer in Mexico and be sold to underground black markets. Compliant ones would be imprisoned and trained in fraud techniques, while the defiant would have their organs harvested and be thrown to feed fighting dogs. Beautiful girls were forced to become casino dealers or rich men’s mistresses, while plain-looking girls were sold to the lowest brothels. All of this was a nightmare for me. Dominick stripped away my freedom of thought, training me daily on how to please men. While I publicly claimed to be royalty, I was actually a high-end prostitute. To make me more perfect, Dominick required me to undergo ten plastic surgeries every month. My skull was injected with fillers to raise it, causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement. I also had to undergo breast augmentation and buttock enhancement surgeries. I was like a human doll then, with no dignity whatsoever. Taylor delivered an invitation to a jewelry appreciation event, claiming she wanted to let me, a country bumpkin, see the world. She threatened that if I didn’t agree to attend, she would keep harassing Harrison and me. Left with no choice, I had to go. Upon arriving at the venue, I presented my invitation, and the staff looked at me with disdain. Only then did I realize that these types of invitations were typically given by wealthy people to their mistresses. Taylor stood in the center of the dance floor, gracefully dancing with a male celebrity, drawing everyone’s attention. Based on my experience from my previous life, I knew this jewelry appreciation event was just a scam designed to deceive naive people into thinking they could make big money in Dubai. Sure enough, Dominick appeared the next second. When he saw me, his face twisted with disgust. “How did someone like this get in here?” After saying that, he walked over and pulled Taylor off the dance floor, then began chatting with several enthusiastic company executives. These men’s gazes kept drifting to Taylor’s chest, whether intentionally or not. Even so, Taylor maintained her graceful smile. To make the event look legitimate, they had invited some genuine buyers among their guests. A businessman named Zach Johnson showed satisfaction when he saw the centerpiece display. Noticing this, Dominick immediately nudged Taylor, and they walked toward Zach together. “Mr. Johnson, do you like this piece of jewelry? I happen to have a business deal I’d like to discuss with you. How about I have my daughter deliver the jewelry to your room tonight?” Not wanting to see more people get scammed, after Dominick walked away, I approached those businessmen and warned them: “Don’t believe any talk about making money abroad. There’s no such thing as a free lunch!” They looked at the radiant Taylor, then at me in my hoodie, and sneered. “You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Since you don’t have the opportunity, you want to stop us from making money!” Zach was different. After sensing Dominick’s intentions, he didn’t want to continue the conversation and turned his attention to me. “I think this lady is right. There’s no such thing as easy money in this world!” Dominick’s face darkened, and Taylor sighed helplessly: “Sister, you begged me to let you come to this party to broaden your horizons, and this is how you repay me by slandering me?” She was clearly lying. I remained calm and said: “The piece of jewelry Mr. Johnson was admiring earlier doesn’t have a long history—it’s probably an antique from the late 19th century. What kind of horizons could I possibly broaden at a jewelry appreciation event like this?” Seeing Zach look at me with approval, Dominick slapped me across the face. He hit me hard, and I fell to the ground with my entire face swelling up. Seeing Dominick and Taylor exchange glances, I had an ominous feeling. Taylor suddenly cried out: “My custom bracelet is missing! It was a birthday gift from the princess!” Everyone’s eyes focused on me. I, a poor woman jealous of her sister, was obviously the thief in everyone’s minds. Taylor waved her hand, signaling the security guards to take me away. They put a cloth bag over my head and interrogated me about the bracelet’s whereabouts. The suffocating sensation made me nearly faint, and tears of pain kept falling. Just when I was about to despair, I heard a familiar voice. “Don’t you dare bully my granddaughter!”

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To pay off our family’s debts, my sister Daisy James and I, Vanessa James, are about to marry the twin sons of New York’s wealthiest family, the Hoffmans. I’m supposed to marry the cold older brother, Colton Hoffman, while Daisy is set to marry the playboy younger brother, Marcus Hoffman. We thought this would be our fate for life, but unexpectedly, the day before our wedding, both of their first loves returned to the country. After we met to discuss it, our thoughts were surprisingly aligned. “Let’s run away!” “I want to run away too!” On the wedding day, we put on our wedding dresses and prepared to flee abroad, but we were caught red-handed. Colton grabbed my wrist and sneered, “Marcus went to find his first love, but I didn’t go anywhere. What are you running from?” ***** Everyone knows that the Hoffman family controls New York’s top-tier power and resources. Everyone also knows that both Hoffman sons have their own deeply beloved first loves. After Daisy and I from the James family were sent to the Hoffman estate, we unexpectedly ended up dating the two brothers for two years. The outside world was full of rumors that this was just the brothers’ momentary whim, using us for entertainment. Once the novelty wore off, they’d throw us out like trash. But just a week ago, the Hoffman family sent out wedding invitations to all of New York’s elite families. Daisy and I are getting married tomorrow, officially joining the Hoffman family. I’m marrying Colton, and Daisy is marrying Marcus. Suddenly, news headlines were everywhere, and everyone knew about it. My phone kept buzzing with related news notifications. These past few days, Daisy’s and my names have been appearing frequently in various news headlines. I heard Daisy let out a long sigh beside me. Right now, we’re sitting in a coffee shop, fully disguised with hats, sunglasses, and masks. Daisy said, “Vanessa, last night when Marcus was showering, I accidentally saw Dianne texting him, asking him to pick her up at the airport. She’s coming back today. I just called Marcus, but he didn’t answer. He’s probably already on his way to the airport.” I remember that Dianne Stewart is Marcus’s first love. They grew up together and have deep feelings for each other. Colton and Marcus have completely opposite personalities. Colton has always been aloof and uninterested in women. Even when we’re lying in the same bed, we don’t exchange more than five sentences. Marcus, on the other hand, is completely different—a total playboy with countless women around him. Although we were initially sent by the James family to pay off debts, I have to admit that in the eyes of outsiders, Colton treats me with more respect. Daisy’s voice grew quieter, and I knew she was hurting inside. Even though we both knew this relationship was just a transaction, after two years of being together day and night, it was impossible not to develop feelings. Even I wasn’t an exception. I said, “Actually, Rebecca is coming back too. I just saw her social media update.” According to rumors, Rebecca Lynch is Colton’s first love. When I was first sent to the Hoffman estate, Rebecca, who was abroad at the time, immediately added my contact information after learning the news and boldly challenged me. I could tell she had gotten my contact through a mutual friend’s referral. And that mutual friend could only be Colton. Thinking about this, my heart sank bit by bit. This was the sense of security he gave Rebecca. Daisy said, “Since both of their first loves are back, we’ll be kicked out soon anyway. Instead of being publicly rejected at tomorrow’s wedding, why don’t we run away first?” Hearing Daisy say something so bold, I couldn’t help but look around nervously, afraid someone might overhear. I quickly said, “Daisy, don’t talk nonsense. If we run away, what about the James family’s debts? Not only will the Hoffman family not let us go, but even Mom and Dad won’t help us.” I lowered my voice, reminding her of the possible consequences. Daisy said, “I’m really hurting. We clearly agreed from the beginning that we would never fall in love with anyone from the Hoffman family, but I still couldn’t control my feelings.” Growing up, Daisy and I have always depended on each other. We also have a younger brother, Wyatt James. Our parents have always favored Wyatt, while Daisy and I are nothing more than tools in their eyes. Hearing Daisy’s choked voice, my heart ached along with hers. Anyway, Colton never loved me. He’s always been decisive and efficient in everything he does, never dragging things out. Now that Rebecca is back, he probably hopes I’ll leave on my own. With this thought, I said, “Alright, I’ll take you away.”

The entire villa was empty except for the servants and me. Colton had bought this house specifically for me after we started dating. It was close to downtown, but he rarely came here himself. Tonight, he probably wouldn’t show up either. Daisy and I were plotting our escape route for tomorrow’s runaway plan. To completely avoid being tracked down, I’d need to leave New York at the very least. The Hoffman family had eyes and ears everywhere in this city. “Why don’t we just go abroad? Didn’t you always dream of traveling the world when you were little?” Daisy suggested excitedly. That had indeed been my lifelong dream, and now I could use this opportunity to make it happen. If I really went abroad, I wouldn’t even need to make plans. The travel routes for every country were already deeply etched in my memory. I quickly worked on my computer, using my passport to book a flight for tomorrow. Just as I was about to take a screenshot to send to Daisy, the bedroom door had somehow been opened. “Vanessa, what are you doing?” Colton’s icy voice came from behind me. “Nothing, just browsing around.” I instinctively snapped the laptop shut. Being caught red-handed made me tense up completely. Colton had always been suspicious and would never easily believe my excuse. He walked toward me step by step, leaning down close until he was almost touching my face. Just as he reached out to open my laptop, I suddenly threw my arms around his neck, stopping his movement. “What brings you here today?” I asked. I rarely took such bold initiative to get close to him. For a moment, the room seemed to fall into a brief stillness. “To see if my bride-to-be would run away tomorrow,” he said. What? He knew I was planning to escape? I jerked my head up, and my lips accidentally brushed against his. The next second, Colton kissed me forcefully, as if he wanted to devour me completely. At that moment, thoughts of running away had already vanished from my mind. All I knew was that Colton had always had incredible stamina, and when I woke up tomorrow, I’d probably be sore all over again. Though he was indeed cold, he wasn’t as uninterested in women as the rumors suggested. Fortunately, since we were getting married tomorrow, Colton didn’t demand more. After his shower, he lay down beside me without a word and didn’t say another thing. Before bed, I habitually picked up my phone to scroll through Instagram. After flipping through just a few pages, I saw Rebecca’s latest post: [Someone picked me up right after landing. So blessed.] The photo was a selfie of her in a car. From the understated luxury of the black interior, I immediately recognized it as Colton’s car. So he had gone to pick up Rebecca before coming here. The man beside me was already asleep, and he had never mentioned anything about Rebecca to me. I gazed at his profile, silently saying goodbye to him in my heart. A man like Colton was never meant to be mine. Now, it was time to return him to his rightful owner.

When I woke up the next morning, Colton was already gone. The butler came to wake me up, urging me to start getting my makeup done and change into my wedding dress for today’s ceremony. When I picked up my phone, I noticed it was flooded with messages from Daisy. To put Daisy’s mind at ease, I immediately called her. I said, “Colton suddenly came over last night, so I didn’t dare check my phone in case he found out. Everything goes according to plan today.” Daisy let out a heavy sigh of relief. “That’s good. Marcus spent the entire night with Dianne yesterday.” “How do you know that?” My voice carried a hint of agitation. The makeup artist working on my look was startled and quickly stopped what she was doing. I knew Marcus had always maintained connections with other women, causing Daisy countless heartaches. But I never expected that on the night before our wedding, he could be so inconsiderate of Daisy’s feelings, spending the entire night with another woman. Daisy said, “Dianne sent me a text in the middle of the night using Marcus’s phone. Vanessa, never mind about me. Are you really going through with this? Actually, even though Colton is cold, at least he’s not like Marcus.” Initially, I wondered if I was being too impulsive, but the photos Rebecca posted on Instagram had already made the decision for me. With so many people around, I didn’t say much more. When I opened my eyes again, even I was stunned by my reflection in the mirror. My hair and makeup were complete, and the haute couture wedding dress perfectly outlined my figure. Usually, I only liked wearing loose clothes for comfort and ease. This was the first time many people would see me so carefully dressed up. Soon, someone sent the photos to Colton. The next second, his text arrived. [Looking good. Seems like last night didn’t tire you out too much.] [Be a good girl and wait for me.] Those words gave me goosebumps all over. Colton almost never contacted me directly. Usually, he’d relay messages through his assistant or come straight to the villa to find me. Let alone hearing such intimate words from his mouth. But now, I didn’t have time to overthink it. I was already sitting in the wedding car heading to the ceremony venue. And this was the most crucial part of Daisy’s and my escape plan. I had already used the allowance Colton gave me over the past two years to bribe both drivers. When I made the transfers, I was grateful that Colton hadn’t shortchanged me these past years. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the money to buy off the people around him. Once we reached the next intersection, the driver would take us straight to the airport. The red light had started its ten-second countdown. Three, two, one. I had been so nervous that I hadn’t noticed the driver was in the straight lane. To get to the airport, we should have turned left, but the car continued straight ahead. “Asher, aren’t we supposed to go to the airport?” I called out in panic. Driver Asher Green apologized to me but couldn’t bring himself to look me in the eye. He said, “Ms. James—no, Mrs. Hoffman—I really can’t do this. If Mr. Hoffman finds out, I’m finished.” Now, the one who was finished was me. I didn’t blame Asher. After all, in New York, many people’s fates were in the hands of the Hoffman family. Let alone a mere driver. Since Asher had made his choice, it meant Colton had already caught wind of this. So was his earlier text a warning? Or was he trying to keep me? Watching my phone vibrate continuously, I knew Daisy must be in trouble too. [I’ve been exposed. We’ll have to play it by ear from here.] My heart was pounding, filled with anxiety and unease. As we got closer to the wedding venue, I could almost picture Colton’s face—cold enough to freeze over. After causing such a huge mess this time, the James family would definitely abandon Daisy and me to save themselves. After all this chaos, we were definitely done for. Arriving at the wedding venue, I stepped onto the red carpet in my diamond-studded heels. Nearly every reporter in New York was there, and the camera flashes were so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. In the distance, Colton was already standing at the entrance greeting guests. I slowly walked toward him, each step feeling like I was walking on cotton, ready to fall at any moment. Finally standing in front of Colton, I forced a smile and naturally linked my arm through his. I said, “Let’s go, let’s head inside.” I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but Colton’s lips seemed to curve up slightly. He said, “You’re not running away anymore?” I pressed my lips together and looked at him, deciding to put my plan on hold for now. I said, “I’m not running anymore. I was wrong. It’s all because your first love came back, and I…” Before I could finish, he suddenly stopped, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his arms. He said, “Marcus went to find his first love. I didn’t go anywhere, so why were you running?” This move immediately caught all the media’s attention—no one had ever seen Colton so intimate with a woman. Embarrassment made my cheeks flush red. How was this man getting more and more subtly flirtatious? After a busy night, the wedding ceremony finally ended. I quickly removed my makeup, changed into comfortable pajamas, and lay down on the bed. This was the riverside penthouse Colton had bought. Looking at the interior design, it was definitely Colton’s style—truly generous with his spending. As long as he could buy authentic, high-quality materials, he would never consider imitations. Only Colton and I were left in the room, and it was finally quiet. In front of me was a huge floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains left open, reflecting both Colton’s and my silhouettes. Through the window, I noticed he’d been staring at me the whole time. I said, “Everyone’s tired today. Let’s get some rest early.” To avoid discussing the runaway bride incident, I got up to head to the bathroom for a shower. Colton pulled me back, pressed me down on the bed, buried his face in my neck, and his warm breath made me shiver. He asked, “Tell me, why did you want to run away from the wedding? Just because Rebecca came back to the country?” Tonight, with a “whatever happens, happens” attitude, I had accepted every toast from the wedding guests. If Colton hadn’t quietly had the staff replace the alcohol with drinks, I would probably be drunk by now. It was precisely because I was a bit tipsy that, although I hadn’t wanted to bring this up, when he mentioned Rebecca, all my grievances instantly welled up. I said, “You’re still saying you didn’t go find her? But you clearly went to pick her up from the airport.” I deliberately turned my head away, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. Colton asked, “When did I go pick her up? Who told you that?” “You’re still denying it?” I pouted, huffily grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and showed him Rebecca’s Instagram. “Isn’t this the car you usually take to work? Besides you, who else would have the right to use it?” Colton frowned slightly and made a phone call right in front of me. “Explain what happened yesterday, or you can get lost and stop working for me.” The person answering was his assistant, Ivan Bishop. He’d been working for Colton for eight years and could immediately tell from his tone that he was angry. After all, no one would normally call their subordinates on their wedding night to demand explanations. The usually articulate Ivan was so scared he couldn’t even form complete sentences. He quickly said, “Mr. Hoffman, Miss Lynch recognized your aunt and insisted on getting in the car, saying she wanted us to give her a ride.” Hearing this, both Colton and I immediately understood what had happened. He raised an eyebrow at me. Realizing I had wrongly accused him, I quickly found an excuse. “Well, didn’t you give her my WhatsApp in the first place, letting her say all those weird things to me?” My phone was still in Colton’s hands, and he casually opened my chat history with Rebecca, finally seeing her provocative messages from two years ago. [You don’t really think you’re the ugly duckling from a fairy tale, do you?] [Everyone knows Colton only has me in his heart. When I come back, you should disappear on your own.] Just as Colton was about to look down and explain, a new message from Rebecca suddenly popped up on the long-inactive chat page. [Getting married doesn’t mean anything. I’m the only one who can be Mrs. Hoffman.] [You bitch, stay away from Colton.] I could clearly feel the temperature around Colton drop several degrees. He took my phone and sent Rebecca a voice message. “Get lost. My wife can only be Vanessa. What makes you think you’re worthy?” Then, without hesitation, he blocked her.

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Our breakup was ugly. The year he loved me most, I took $500,000 from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him. He knelt outside the operating room, crying and begging me not to be so cruel. He said he would hate me for the rest of his life. Six years later, when we met again, he had found a beautiful girlfriend from a similar background and was about to get married. I came to him in a desperate state, wanting to borrow some money. He forced me to attend his wedding, wanting me to witness him marrying another woman. He asked me if I regretted it. What he didn’t know was that I had raised our child alone. That child was sick and dying.

I had carefully prepared dinner for our seventh wedding anniversary, but my husband Alexander Sinclair still didn’t show up. On our first wedding anniversary, Alexander’s secretary Madison Blair said her relative had died. Alexander didn’t hesitate to change out of his suit and put on black funeral attire to attend the service. I waited for him on the observation deck in five-degree weather until dawn. On our second anniversary, Madison sprained her ankle. Alexander kicked me out of the car, leaving me to get soaked in the pouring rain as he drove off. I ended up running into Alexander at the hospital, kneeling in front of Madison helping her tie her shoes. Every anniversary after that, Madison always found a way to lure him away. I had hysterical breakdowns many times, but Alexander just scolded me for lacking empathy. “There are many anniversaries, but what if Madison gets hurt because of you?” On our seventh wedding anniversary, Alexander left again. I saw Madison’s Instagram update and learned she was pregnant and nearly had a miscarriage. Alexander was so worried his eyes were bloodshot. This time I didn’t lose my temper. I just sent Alexander a message: [I don’t want to celebrate our anniversary with you anymore. Let’s get divorced.] ***** After sending the message, Alexander never replied, but I didn’t care anymore. Looking at the candlelit dinner I’d carefully prepared in the restaurant’s private dining room, I picked up my purse and left. In the lobby, the restaurant manager smiled and handed me his business card: “Mrs. Sinclair, you can make reservations in advance for your next holiday celebration.” I shook my head: “No need. I won’t be celebrating anniversaries anymore.” When Alexander came to the private room for our date today, I thought he wouldn’t leave again. But then Madison called him, and Alexander left without hesitation. What I saw last was Madison’s pregnancy test photo on Instagram and a picture of Alexander cooking for her. My phone chimed. Madison taunted me: “Bitch, you can’t even keep your own husband. You’re nothing compared to me.” I tapped the screen with my finger: “Alexander is all yours. I don’t want him anymore.” Then I turned off my phone and went straight home. As soon as I walked in, I saw our little dog Buddy wagging his tail as he ran to greet me. Sensing my bad mood, he rubbed against my legs. I had just picked him up when Alexander came home. The moment he walked in, he questioned me with displeasure: “What do you mean by asking for a divorce? It’s just an anniversary. Is it really necessary to get this angry?” I looked at Alexander. The hickeys on his neck were obvious. My expression turned disappointed. He said dismissively: “I told you Madison is just my assistant. I should take care of her.” I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm. “Assistant? Your way of taking care of your assistant is getting her pregnant, caring for her, and abandoning your wife over and over again?” Alexander was momentarily speechless, seemingly not expecting me to confront him so directly. Embarrassed and angry, he simply admitted to the affair. “Yes, I cheated, but didn’t you also seduce other men behind my back in college?” I froze, looking at him in disbelief: “What did you say?” After college, to help Alexander expand his network, I attended business cocktail parties every day. I didn’t know someone had spiked my drink with an aphrodisiac. That nauseating smell and those rough hands gave me nightmares for a long time. Although the man ultimately didn’t succeed, I couldn’t accept what happened and asked Alexander to break up. Back then, Alexander cried and held me, swearing he would always protect me and never let me get hurt again. Now, the husband I’d loved for so many years was using that incident to attack me. Alexander was even saying it was all my fault! Alexander seemed to realize he’d said something wrong and quickly added: “Did I say anything wrong? Look at yourself now! Madison is young and beautiful, and she can help me in my career. Any man would choose her! I’ll make up the anniversary gift to you. Stop making a scene.” I didn’t respond. The smile in our wedding photo on the wall now seemed utterly ironic. I just felt heartbroken. Sinclair Group was founded by Alexander and me together. After the company grew, Alexander repeatedly persuaded me to quit and become a full-time housewife. He said: “I don’t want you to work so hard. You should enjoy life at home.” I believed him. But after I quit, Alexander started cutting back on the money he gave me, telling me to spend rationally. I didn’t need this kind of life. After Madison became his assistant, he started mentioning her name every day. When I went to the company to bring Alexander lunch, I discovered the whole office was gossiping about their affair. When I asked about his relationship with Madison, Alexander flew into a rage, accusing me of doubting his loyalty. He even threatened that if I slandered them again, he’d divorce me. Because I loved Alexander, I compromised again and again. Seeing that I wasn’t speaking, Alexander was about to say something when his phone rang. He glanced at it, and his expression immediately softened. “Alex, the baby and I are hungry. Can you come back and cook for us?” Madison cooed over the phone. Alexander agreed and left without looking back. The door slammed shut. I held back my tears, remembering in a daze that Alexander and I once had happy times too. We once had a child too…

Alexander and I actually had a child when we first got married. Back then, he was always out late for business dinners to grow the company, and I’d pick him up to bring him home. Alexander would always take my hand with such happiness on his face, talking about our future together. But on the way home one night, a drunk driver came speeding toward us. I instinctively pushed Alexander out of the way, but I got hit instead. I hemorrhaged and miscarried, spending two weeks in the ICU. Alexander knelt by my hospital bed, crying and apologizing over and over, promising he’d never let me get hurt again. But after the accident, I couldn’t get pregnant. I tried countless medications and saw specialists everywhere, but nothing worked. Alexander held me and swore, “It doesn’t matter. Having kids or not—I just want you to be happy.” But now that life’s gotten better, Alexander broke his promise and fell in love with someone else. I took a deep breath and stopped crying. I looked around. This huge mansion, no matter how warmly I decorated it, still felt cold and empty. Ever since Alexander started his affair with Madison, he’d been coming home less and less. I decided to contact a real estate agent to put the house on the market. He had money now anyway—plenty of places to live. I took down our wedding photo from the wall and picked up scissors, cutting it to pieces with determination. My heart ached. This wedding photo was actually one we’d taken later to replace the original. When I first noticed Alexander’s special treatment of Madison, my instincts drove me to meet with her. I revealed my identity as Alexander’s wife and tried to reason with her: “Miss Blair, you’re still young—don’t act impulsively.” But Madison looked at me with a cold laugh, saying dismissively, “You’re useless, old, and ugly—don’t blame me for stealing your husband. “You think I couldn’t get Mr. Sinclair to destroy your wedding photos with just one word?” I didn’t believe her. Back then, I was convinced Alexander still loved me. But when I got home, I found our bedroom wedding photo torn up and thrown on the floor. Alexander just casually explained, “I accidentally tore the wedding photo.” That’s when I knew he didn’t love me anymore. I waited seven years after that, but he never changed. I snapped back to reality and started cleaning up the mess on the floor. Suddenly the door opened—Alexander had come back. Seeing me kneeling on the ground, he frowned with disgust. “What are you doing?” He kicked the debris aside without even looking and grabbed my wrist hard. “Madison just collapsed. She’s been diagnosed with acute leukemia. You need to come with me to the hospital right now for bone marrow compatibility testing!” Alexander looked frantic. For a moment, I almost saw a glimpse of the Alexander who used to care about me. “I’m not going. Why should I get tested?” I pulled my hand away from Alexander’s grip. But his expression darkened, and he grabbed my collar, dragging me toward the door. “You don’t have a choice!” He dragged me so roughly that I stumbled and hit my waist against the table corner. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes, but Alexander didn’t care at all. Behind us, Buddy barked loudly, trying to follow, but Alexander kicked him away. “Buddy!” I struggled desperately with tears in my eyes, but Alexander still forced me into the car. As I fought back, the car door slammed shut on my hand. He drove at breakneck speed, even running several red lights. Watching Alexander’s desperate urgency, I felt nothing but heartbreak. At the hospital, Alexander dragged me along, completely ignoring the scrapes on my body and my bare, injured feet. He pushed me to the nurses’ station and said, “I found a compatible donor. Draw her bone marrow immediately! “Use every method available—you have to save my wife!” Hearing Alexander call Madison his wife, I stared at him in shock. I clenched my fists and said firmly, “I refuse! Why should I donate bone marrow to the woman who destroyed my marriage?” Alexander looked at me with a dark expression, as if I was being unreasonable. He said, “Emma, I gave you a home, but you can’t even have children! “Now I’m asking you to donate bone marrow to save Madison and my child. You have no right to refuse.”

I stood there, frozen in place. Alexander’s expression felt foreign and disgusting to me. Afraid he might exaggerate and expose my privacy, I reluctantly agreed: “Fine.” I have a phobia of hospitals. Before I could follow the nurse out, Alexander’s cold voice came from behind me: “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I didn’t turn around, feeling utterly miserable inside. An hour later, while I was resting, I heard Alexander’s urgent voice: “When will the compatibility results be ready? Will the amount of bone marrow you drew affect the test results? Draw more of her bone marrow!” The nurse tried to explain, but Alexander coldly told her: “If there are any problems with the test, your hospital can’t handle the responsibility.” The nurse had no choice but to draw more of my bone marrow. My consciousness grew increasingly blurry, and I felt completely hopeless about Alexander. When I woke up again, I was already lying in a hospital room. The door opened, and Alexander walked in saying: “Your bone marrow doesn’t match Madison’s. I’ll keep looking for suitable bone marrow. You should go home and rest first.” I didn’t say a word. Only then did he notice the bandaged wounds on my body. My feet were covered in wounds, and even after the doctor’s treatment, they looked terrible. Alexander seemed nervous and immediately crouched down to examine my injuries: “I’m sorry, Emma. I was too anxious at the time.” He held my hand apologetically. But his action hurt my hand that had been injured by the car door: “Let go!” Alexander looked somewhat surprised, gazing at me with what seemed like genuine concern. He said: “Emma, I do love you, but I can’t give up my right to have children for you. That puts too much pressure on me. Madison is innocent—don’t take your anger out on her. Here’s my bank card; consider this money as compensation for you.” As Alexander spoke, he pressed a card into my hand. Looking at his weary expression, I found it laughable, but I still took the bank card. Since I couldn’t get love, I might as well get the money. I said: “I won’t make things difficult for her. Once I’m discharged, we’ll get divorced.” Hearing my words, Alexander’s face changed dramatically. He suddenly stood up, looking down at me from above: “I told you I would never divorce. Don’t even think about—” He didn’t finish his sentence as a nurse came in saying Madison wanted to see him. Alexander glanced at me and said: “Think it over carefully!” With that, he strode out. Two days later, I was discharged. When I returned home, Buddy didn’t greet me as usual. I panicked. I searched the entire house but couldn’t find Buddy. Only after checking the security footage did I discover that Alexander had come back and taken him away. I immediately rushed back to the hospital, but outside Madison’s room, I heard her retching. “Alex, I wanted to eat dog meat, but this smell is too awful…” “Then forget it.” Alexander didn’t hesitate to throw the meat into the trash can. My whole body trembled, and I couldn’t control my tears. Buddy was the dog Alexander and I had adopted together last Christmas. We’d raised him like our own child all these Christmases. He could actually be so heartless as to kill him for Madison! With red eyes, I rushed into the room and slapped Madison hard across the face. “Why? Why steal my husband and then kill Buddy too?” The loud slap stunned them both. The next second, Alexander forcefully pushed me away, angrily saying: “Madison is pregnant and can eat whatever she wants. It’s just a dog, yet you’re being so unreasonable!” I couldn’t steady myself and my back hit the wall. Enduring the pain, I stood up and slapped Alexander across the face, crying and shouting: “Just for this woman, you killed Buddy. You bastard! I regret ever meeting you!” Alexander flew into a rage, scolding: “What did you say?” I said nothing more, bending down to pick up Buddy’s bones from the trash can. Then, I looked at him with determination and said: “Tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you at the law firm to handle the divorce papers.”

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As New York’s most notorious madwoman, I died. The entire city of New York celebrated my death with jubilation, even setting off fireworks for half a month straight. All of this was because I had squandered my husband Benjamin Kingsley’s Christmas savings, pushed him from a high-rise building, leaving him permanently disabled and requiring long-term treatment in Switzerland. My stepsister Olivia Parker miscarried three times because of me. I placed her only child under car wheels and crushed it repeatedly, then mailed the remains to her house, frightening her into a heart condition. American media condemned my extreme behavior, and millions of citizens took to the streets, begging the government to leave my corpse exposed in the wilderness. [This she-devil doesn’t deserve a proper burial. She should be devoured by wild wolves!] The incident shocked the entire nation, prompting the federal government to activate a classified policy—publicly reading my memories. Benjamin even returned to America specifically for this event. Having lost one leg, he sat in the victims’ section alongside Olivia. Reporters surrounded him, asking: “Mr. Kingsley, surely you no longer have feelings for her. Do you agree to the public reading of her memories?” To everyone’s surprise, Benjamin lowered his gaze and paused for a long moment before saying: “She committed so many evil acts, punishment is deserved. I agree to read Charlotte’s memories.” But when everyone saw my memories from life, they were all shocked. ***** The courtroom lights were blindingly harsh. My corpse lay in the center, with a massive projection overhead preparing to broadcast my life memories to the entire nation. “Charlotte Adams, New York’s most vicious woman. Today, we will completely expose this madwoman’s true motives.” The director’s cold voice echoed through the courtroom, followed by murmurs from the gallery. My gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on the “victims’” section. Benjamin sat there in a suit, his disability not diminishing his composed demeanor. When the camera focused on him, he lowered his eyes slightly and said painfully: “I agree to expose Charlotte’s crimes. This isn’t just for me, but for everyone she’s hurt.” Meanwhile, Olivia gently touched her chest, looking as if she might break into tears. Benjamin tenderly took her hand. Under the lights, they looked perfectly matched. Live stream comments read: [Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker make such a great couple. I think they should get married.] [Don’t you know? Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement and shamelessly married Benjamin herself.] [That lunatic ruined both their lives. Charlotte, go to hell!] My soul floated before the two of them, watching their intimate display with nothing but disgust. The screen began to flicker. “Now beginning official memory reading.” In the footage, twenty-year-old me sat in Carnegie Hall, playing Chopin’s “Nocturne.” Gentle light enveloped me. I wore a serene smile, completely different from the “madwoman” they described. Whispers occasionally arose from the surroundings. “This has to be fake, right? How could Charlotte be so gentle? Didn’t rumors say she’d been violent since childhood?” “You don’t understand. This is just an act. Charlotte is very good at pretending.” I watched my former gentle self on screen, feeling heartbroken. Back then, I was New York’s brightest jewel and a renowned pianist. But after marrying Benjamin, I stopped performing, handing my brilliant future over to others. After the performance ended, a handsome young man walked onto the stage carrying flowers. “Ms. Parker, I’m Benjamin Kingsley, your devoted fan.” Benjamin’s eyes then were full of sincere adoration, completely different from the cold man in today’s courtroom. He followed my piano tour for half a year, from France to Italy. Naturally, I fell in love with him. Benjamin in his wheelchair blinked and clenched his fists. Questioning voices arose from the audience. “Didn’t rumors say Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement? This looks like Benjamin actively pursued Charlotte?” Seeing this, Olivia stood up and said urgently: “Judge Williams, please skip to the key memories. Charlotte caused me to miscarry three times. Those memories can’t be faked.” I quietly watched her impatient manner, feeling cold inside. This stepsister who lived with me for eighteen years was now the loudest voice calling for my judgment. Judge Nicole Williams nodded. The footage suddenly switched to several years later. Olivia lay weakly in bed, carefully accepting the medicine I handed her. “Olivia, you’ve been frail lately. Drink this medicine.” She nodded and took just one sip before vomiting blood violently. Finally, the footage froze on Olivia’s incredulous face. She screamed at me: “Charlotte, why did you hurt me? Just because you can’t have children, you had to kill mine?”

My gaze slowly shifted from the glaring screen to Olivia’s face. She was covering her face, sobbing uncontrollably. Benjamin held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her. The gallery erupted in angry curses, with people continuously hurling trash toward my corpse. “The evidence is clear! This vicious woman deserves to burn in hell!” My soul couldn’t help but tremble. I clenched my fists tightly. The footage continued playing. Olivia gripped my wrist tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Charlotte, this is the second time. What have I done wrong that you would treat my child this way…” Before I could react, the door was violently pushed open. Benjamin stood in the doorway, taking in Olivia’s pale face and the blood covering the floor, his gaze finally settling on me. He strode forward, pushed me to the ground, and roared: “Charlotte! Just because you can’t have children, you want to make Olivia suffer the same fate?” I was speechless, only able to watch as he picked up Olivia and left. I couldn’t help but shed tears. Once upon a time, Benjamin and I had a child too. When I first found out I was pregnant, Olivia specially brought me premium nutritional supplements to show her blessing. But shortly after taking these supplements, I experienced excruciating abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the doctor announced that I had uterine tumors. The doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus along with the fetus. At that time, Benjamin was so heartbroken he nearly cried, holding me tightly and comforting me: “It doesn’t matter if we don’t have children. Charlotte, I just need you to be healthy.” But within half a year, he brought pregnant Olivia home to care for her attentively. Olivia bossed me around daily, as if she were the mistress of the house. Initially, I suggested sending Olivia back to her own home, but Benjamin coldly said: “You’ve lost your uterus, and Olivia is your stepsister. Her child will be our child from now on. Can’t you be more generous?” The footage paused. The courtroom erupted in cheers. “Charlotte deserved it! A vicious woman who harms others doesn’t deserve to be a mother!” “Even if Charlotte’s marriage-stealing is fake, the fact that she caused Olivia’s miscarriage is real, right? Charlotte’s death is the greatest contribution!” The curses from the audience rose and fell. Olivia leaned against Benjamin’s embrace, her eyes showing a hint of smugness. Nicole struck the gavel, saying sternly: “Silence! There’s still a missing segment of Charlotte’s memory to be shown.” The screen displayed footage again, showing me carefully preparing soup for pregnant Olivia. But just as I reached the door with the soup, I overheard her conversation with her personal maid. “Miss Olivia, the doctor we bribed has already relocated to Switzerland. Even if Charlotte wants to investigate, she won’t be able to find out that her uterus was deliberately removed.” Olivia said: “Good, now she’s just a useless woman. Once I give birth to a boy, I’ll be Mrs. Kingsley.” The maid said: “But you’re carrying another girl this time, I’m afraid…” Olivia chuckled dismissively: “That fool is about to bring me soup. I just need to frame her for the miscarriage like the previous two times. This way, Benjamin will pity me even more.” The footage froze. In the courtroom, both Benjamin and Olivia’s faces turned pale with panic.

Benjamin whirled around to face Olivia in shock, demanding loudly, “Olivia, have you been lying to me this whole time?” Olivia’s face went ashen, unable to speak for what felt like an eternity. Someone in the gallery shouted, “Mr. Kingsley has a vast fortune. Ms. Olivia Parker just wanted to give him a son who could inherit the family business. What’s wrong with that?” “Exactly! Even though Charlotte losing her child is pitiful, this is her karma for breaking up Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker!” Olivia immediately seized the moment, tears welling in her eyes as she grabbed Benjamin’s hand. “Benjamin, you’ve been married to Charlotte for so many years without having a single child. I was just afraid people would mock you, so I wanted to have a child for you in Charlotte’s place.” Benjamin remained silent, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Seeing this, Olivia hurriedly continued, “Besides, Charlotte’s crimes don’t stop there. Have you forgotten how she squandered all the trust fund money you’d saved up over the years? “You were rushing to provide hurricane disaster relief, so you gave Charlotte your bank card to help purchase supplies. Instead, she took the money and lost it all in the stock market, causing the deaths of so many disaster victims.” The courtroom erupted in angry shouts. “I remember Mr. Kingsley was reported for donation fraud back then and got severely criticized. So it was Charlotte who did it?” “She dared to squander disaster relief money! Charlotte is truly greedy and vicious! Doesn’t she know that was life-saving money for so many people?” The audience cursed angrily, hurling countless pieces of trash at my corpse. The white sheet covering my body shifted, revealing my withered fingers. I felt my heart breaking and couldn’t catch my breath. Benjamin recalled the past, his expression returning to cold disgust. “Judge Williams, please continue.” The screen quickly switched. In the footage, I was being dragged up a mountain by several bodyguards. They locked me in a run-down villa. I desperately pounded on the door, screaming hoarsely, “Let me out! I need to purchase disaster relief supplies! Benjamin is waiting for me!” “Mrs. Kingsley, your mental illness is acting up again. Ms. Olivia Parker ordered us to confine you for two weeks.” I stared wide-eyed as they walked away, then could only sink down against the wall in despair. A few days earlier, on my birthday, Benjamin had come to my room. I was curled up by the bed, clutching a yellowed wedding photo in my hands. He seemed somewhat moved and handed me a bank card. “Charlotte, I can’t attend your birthday party tonight. I need to go to the disaster area. Time is urgent, so please help me purchase the relief supplies. “Even though you’ve been confused these past years, you’re still my wife. I believe in your abilities.” Olivia had overheard his words. That night, she deliberately released a dog to scare me at the birthday party, causing me to fall into the pool. I was soaked through, shivering from the cold. But she rolled up her sleeves crying, revealing fresh red scratches, and accused me in front of everyone: “Charlotte, it’s bad enough that you bully me every day using your status as Mrs. Kingsley, but now you’re even bullying a dog!” I couldn’t defend myself. She forced me to kneel on the ground and apologize to the dog. My humiliating appearance was photographed by the media, and my scandal was discussed online for three days and nights. Ever since I discovered the truth about Olivia causing my miscarriage, she not only tortured me in new ways every day but also played the victim in front of everyone. Over the years, whenever Olivia was unhappy, Benjamin would imprison me without question in the suburban villa, despite my severe claustrophobia. Years of physical and mental torture caused me to hallucinate from time to time, thinking everyone was trying to frame me. I developed severe depression because of this, but they all thought I was crazy. Even when I repeatedly told Benjamin the truth about Olivia framing me, he dismissed it as my delusion. I thought we might still have a chance to repair our relationship, but I was too naive. The villa was cold and damp. I curled up hugging myself when I heard knocking at the door. “Charlotte, why are you locked up? Are you okay?” Hearing my mother Lily’s voice, I burst into tears. Ever since I married Benjamin against their advice, my parents had completely cut ties with me. I never expected that in my most vulnerable and helpless moment, it would be my family who found me first. I wiped away my tears and desperately stood on my tiptoes to show my face through the window. “Mom, I’m fine. Benjamin is still waiting for me. Can you help me with something?” Even though I was imprisoned, I couldn’t let those disaster victims suffer. I entrusted Benjamin’s request and the black card to Lily, and she hurried away. When my three-day confinement ended, I was met with Benjamin’s utterly disappointed gaze. “Charlotte, I trusted you so much. How could you take all the disaster relief money I prepared and spend it on luxury goods? That was half my life’s savings!”

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During the forty Christmases of my arranged marriage with Christopher Edwards, we were the model couple that everyone in Washington envied. However, when I was on the brink of death from a heart attack, he locked me in a room and forced me to sign divorce papers and a corneal transplant consent form. Christopher coldly told me, “Natalie Morris, you’ve enjoyed wealth and privilege your entire life, sailing through everything smoothly, except for one thing—you’ve wronged your sister Eleanor Morris. Because of you, Eleanor never married and cried herself blind. Since you’re dying anyway, give her both your corneas and your position as Mrs. Edwards.” My beloved son Dylan Edwards coldly chimed in, “Mom, everyone says a mother’s love is selfless. Aunt Eleanor is the most talented person in Washington. I admire how she’s been able to protect the Morris family through her own abilities, and I’d be willing to accept her as my mother. If you truly care about me, please agree to this.” After that, I died of sheer rage. After my death, my corneas were harvested, but my body was thrown into a cold morgue with no one to claim it. Christopher and Dylan excitedly brought Eleanor back to the Edwards estate to celebrate her new life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Christopher came to my house to propose. Watching him steal glances at Eleanor, my heart was filled with nothing but hatred. In this life, I would personally unite this “loving couple” with my own hands. ***** Looking at box after box of engagement gifts sent by the Edwards family, my mother Athena Morris was quite satisfied. She said the same words as in my previous life: “Christopher, Natalie is the daughter I’ve cherished and protected since childhood. If you marry her, you must treat her well for life, and moreover…” But before Athena could finish, Christopher interrupted her: “Mrs. Athena, I’m here today to marry your adopted daughter Eleanor.” Athena was stunned, and everyone else in the villa was shocked too. After a moment, Athena said angrily, “Christopher, you and Natalie grew up together. Everyone in Washington knows about your relationship. How dare you back out now? What do you take her for?” Christopher withdrew his infatuated gaze from Eleanor and said firmly, “Mrs. Athena, the only person I love is Eleanor. Natalie is wonderful and would make a good wife and mother, but without love to sustain it, our marriage would be nothing but a lifetime of mediocrity. That’s not the life I want.” Hearing his words, I was stunned. Instantly, I realized that Christopher had been reborn just like me. Perhaps because our marriage in the previous life felt too bland and regrettable to him, he wanted to make amends in this life. Seeing Athena’s displeasure, Christopher paused, then suggested, “However, Mrs. Athena, your point is valid. Since Natalie’s reputation has been damaged because of me, I can provide for her. After we marry, she can move in and live with us.” Athena frowned, “Let me think about this some more. You should leave for now.” Thinking Athena had agreed, Christopher left contentedly with Eleanor. Watching their intimate silhouettes, I felt a slight pang in my heart. I suppressed the emotion and looked at Athena with confusion: “Mom, why didn’t you refuse outright?” Athena sighed and took my hand with concern, “Natalie, I know your childhood dream was to marry Christopher. I was worried that if I spoke too absolutely, you’d be upset.” I was touched and said, “How could I be? I’m the most beloved daughter of the Morris family. Since Christopher doesn’t think I’m good enough, there’s no need for me to insist on being with him.” Seeing that I wasn’t particularly heartbroken, Athena seemed relieved: “In that case, I’ll go tell Christopher right now to make things clear.” I stopped Athena in time: “I should handle these matters myself.” I left the living room, but the servants said Christopher had already gone. Remembering events from my previous life, I decided to have a proper talk with Eleanor. But I never expected that as soon as I reached her bedroom door, I’d hear her talking on the phone with a friend. Her friend said, “Eleanor, you’re incredible. Even now, that old woman Athena still doesn’t know you’re her husband’s biological daughter, does she? Not only did you become her daughter, but you also stole Natalie’s engagement. From now on, all the Morris family fortune will be yours.” Eleanor let out a cold laugh. “Once I become part of the Edwards family, I’ll make sure that old woman Athena and Natalie end up on the streets, and when they die, they won’t even have a grave. This is what they owe my mother.” I felt a chill run through my entire body, too shocked to recover for a long time. Their brazen conversation pierced my heart like a knife. Until this moment, I had always believed Eleanor was an orphan that my late father Miles Morris had taken in. I never imagined she was actually Miles’s illegitimate daughter. Then I remembered how in my previous life, less than a year after the wedding, Athena had suddenly fallen seriously ill and died despite all efforts to save her. Hatred instantly consumed my heart. I went downstairs, planning to tell Athena everything immediately. But the next second, Christopher, who should have left, suddenly appeared and grabbed my wrist. Glancing at Eleanor’s room behind me, he frowned and asked, “Natalie, what are you planning to do to Eleanor?” After a pause, without waiting for my response, Christopher continued, “Eleanor is kind and gentle. If you’re taking out your anger on her because of my breaking off our engagement, I won’t let you get away with it. Also, at Mr. White’s birthday party in three days, Eleanor will earn the admiration and respect of everyone in Washington. This will benefit both the Morris and Edwards families. As her sister, shouldn’t you be blessing her?” The words “gentle” and “kind” stabbed at my heart. I suddenly changed my mind. I couldn’t let Athena and I suffer this injustice for nothing. Since Christopher trusted Eleanor so much, I would personally tear off his beloved’s mask right in front of him. After Christopher left, I contacted a lawyer: “Please investigate the orphanage Eleanor was at before her adoption and the medications my mother has been using recently, and arrange a paternity test for me.” Besides that, I needed to prepare thoroughly for this birthday party. I was determined to make this pair of bastards pay the price.

Three days later would be the banquet hosted by Washington’s elite White family specifically to celebrate Julian White’s birthday. “The White family comes from a scholarly background, and Julian’s greatest passions are calligraphy and oil painting.” So everyone in Washington with any connections or friends attended. In my previous life, Eleanor had won the White family’s favor and support at this very banquet with a single oil painting, and Julian even adopted her as his goddaughter. Subsequently, Eleanor not only became one of the most prominent women in Washington, but also impressed Christopher and Dylan so much that they didn’t hesitate to abandon me for her. I took a deep breath, suppressing the churning emotions, then walked into the banquet hall. Instantly, everyone’s eyes fell on me, and their whispered conversations immediately reached my ears. One woman said disdainfully, “I heard Miss Morris actually plans to live in their house after Mr. Edwards gets married. She’s truly shameless.” A man said puzzledly, “Actually, Miss Morris’s looks and education are top-tier in Washington. Why won’t Mr. Edwards marry her, but instead marry an adopted daughter?” Another woman replied, “What do you know? Although Eleanor Morris can’t match Miss Morris in other aspects, I heard she’s very talented and exceptionally skilled at painting.” I smirked inwardly with disdain. Not wanting to deal with these gossips, I headed straight to the guest lounge. I had just sat down when Christopher approached with Eleanor. Seeing me, he smiled smugly and said, “Natalie, why don’t you sit with us in the VIP section up front? That way, after Eleanor presents her gift and receives praise from Mr. White, you might get some attention too.” I couldn’t help but scoff, saying, “Mr. Edwards, to promote Eleanor, you don’t hesitate to spread rumors about me. I really should praise your devotion.” Christopher’s expression darkened slightly. I continued, “But have you considered this? Now that the rumors have spread so widely, if you can’t handle this well, you’ll both become everyone’s laughingstock. If Eleanor succeeds, that’s fine. But if she fails, she’ll be the joke of all Washington.” Christopher snorted coldly, looking as if he’d seen right through me: “The fortune teller I consulted said Eleanor brings good luck and simply cannot fail. Natalie, I know you’re angry because I won’t marry you. But you’d better not cause trouble for Eleanor. You need to treat her well. That way, the outcome will be good for the Morris family.” Hearing his words, I grew cold, remembering what I’d overheard a few days ago. Christopher poured a glass of wine and handed it to me: “Toast Eleanor and apologize to her. Then we’ll consider everything from before water under the bridge. That way, you can get your wish and move into our home after we’re married, can’t you?” The surrounding crowd immediately gathered around, seemingly waiting to mock me. After all, everyone knew about my desire to marry Christopher. Two years ago, some wealthy and powerful Washington families wanted to arrange marriages with me, but I directly refused them all. I even declared outright that I only wanted to marry Christopher in this lifetime. Even if his family went bankrupt, I wouldn’t look down on him. But I never expected these words to quickly spread throughout Washington. So now everyone believed that as long as I could stay by Christopher’s side, I’d agree to even his most unreasonable demands. One man said, “Yes, Miss Morris, hurry up and toast and apologize. Don’t make Mr. Edwards angry. Otherwise, you won’t be able to move into his house.” Then a chorus of jeering voices rose from the crowd. Eleanor, who had been standing outside the crowd, finally spoke with perfect composure: “Stop making things difficult for Natalie. After all, Natalie is the true daughter of the Morris family, while I’m just an adopted daughter.” Seeing her look hurt, Christopher protectively pulled her into his arms, saying, “You’re too kind. Once you become a member of the Edwards family, no one will be able to bully you anymore. If Natalie doesn’t behave, she can get out and never set foot in Edwards Manor again.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, interrupting them: “I’m curious—does Eleanor dare drink the wine I toast her with? Christopher, what makes you think I don’t like anyone except you? Finally, I want to ask everyone here: Do you really think the person who’ll win Mr. White’s appreciation today will definitely be Eleanor?” Instantly, everyone fell silent, not knowing how to respond. The next second, the White family’s butler, Warren Reyes, suddenly approached: “Miss Eleanor Morris, Mr. White has seen the painting you sent and would like to meet with you.”

The banquet hall instantly erupted into chaos. One man said, “I never expected Miss Eleanor Morris to be personally requested by Mr. White for a private meeting. It seems she’s truly won Mr. White’s favor.” A woman chimed in, “Looks like Miss Morris is just jealous.” Another woman added, “If I were her, I’d be too embarrassed to stay here any longer. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” Some even began praising Christopher: “As expected, Mr. Edwards is so perceptive—he can tell at a glance who’s more valuable.” Christopher shot me a smug look and said mockingly, “I told you Eleanor was exceptional. What do you have to say now? Natalie, if you apologize properly before things are settled, Eleanor and I won’t hold this against you.” The commotion around us grew louder, as if after this birthday party, I would become a complete failure. My bodyguard was furious and said, “Miss Morris, I’ll go get Mrs. Athena Morris.” I shook my head and stopped him: “That’s not appropriate. Don’t worry, someone will come looking for us soon enough.” Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, Julian approached surrounded by a crowd of people. He wore a tailored suit, his hair silver but his bearing vigorous. Julian placed two greeting cards and two oil paintings on the table, then asked, “Miss Morris, why are your gifts identical to Eleanor’s?” Eleanor walked forward with tears in her eyes, looking utterly bewildered: “Natalie, I’ve always looked up to you as my role model. How could you plagiarize my greeting card and painting?” I didn’t panic at all. In my previous life, Eleanor had stolen my greeting card and painting to attend this birthday party. Back then, Julian was concerned about damaging our reputation, so he waited until after the party to question us privately. At that time, I worried this incident would affect our relationship and make outsiders think Miles and Athena had failed in raising their children properly. On the other hand, I was afraid Christopher would mind this matter. So I took the blame for plagiarism, allowing Eleanor to receive everyone’s admiration. Now, since I already knew her true intentions and no longer loved Christopher, there was no need to accommodate her: “In this world, being first to present something doesn’t make you innocent. You claim I plagiarized you—where’s your proof?” Eleanor hadn’t expected me to be so composed and found herself at a loss for words. However, Christopher stepped in front of her, looking at me with displeasure: “I’m the witness. A few days ago, you were sneaking around outside Eleanor’s room. I didn’t know what you were doing then, but now it’s clear—you went there to steal her gifts.” Julian, having experienced many situations, didn’t easily believe Christopher’s words: “Just because you saw Natalie once, you’re that certain?” Christopher said confidently, “Natalie and I have known each other since childhood, and I understand her completely. She truly can’t compare to Eleanor in any way.” Even though I’d long known about Christopher’s favoritism, I couldn’t help feeling my heart turn cold. I clenched my fists and declared loudly, “In that case, why don’t we ask Mr. White to be our witness and have Eleanor and me write greeting cards for you again right here?” Eleanor’s face turned pale as she frantically tried to stop Christopher. But before her hand could touch his sleeve, Christopher said confidently, “Since you want to be humiliated, we’ll oblige you.”

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