Author: Momo Chan

When I was eighteen, after Brooks and I had sex for the first time in our rental apartment, he proposed to me with a cheap ring. At twenty-four, he was found by the Davis family and became the heir to a prestigious and powerful household, but he secretly got engaged to someone else behind my back. On the day of our sixth anniversary, I wanted to surprise him and came home early. I happened to overhear his friend mocking him: “Why are you still living in this dump? Are you really going to refuse the marriage alliance with the Tony family for your first love?” Brooks laughed while biting his cigarette. “How is that possible? I’m just playing around. Alexis doesn’t have the status to be worthy of me now.” The door was slightly ajar, and the words hit me without warning. I froze at the entrance, looking up at the people inside the rental apartment. Aside from Brooks, they were all playboys whose shoes alone cost more than my annual internship salary. Hearing Brooks’s words, they laughed even more mockingly: “Those worthless trinkets she gives you—I’d be embarrassed to carry them in my pocket.” “Yeah, it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth.” My eyelashes trembled as I clutched the gift I’d prepared, having saved up for three months, feeling utterly humiliated. It was already the best thing I could offer Brooks. “When are you planning to break up with her?” Cigarette smoke blurred Brooks’s expression. I couldn’t see clearly, only hearing his indifferent voice: “It’s just an engagement, no need to break up. She’s really stupid—she won’t find out.” The room erupted in derisive laughter again: “She really is stupid, completely played by you.” “But what about Laurient? Can you hide it from her too?” Laurient—I’d heard that name from my colleagues. A genuine heiress. Playful and manipulative, she’d boasted that there wasn’t a man in all of Los Angeles she couldn’t catch. But I’d heard that this time, the man she was pursuing was her social equal, and she was serious about marriage. Brooks showed no emotional reaction to hearing that name. He stubbed out his cigarette and started ushering them out. “Are you done? Alexis is coming home early today.” The group left. I hid around the corner, listening to them complain about how remote and shabby this place was as they walked. Then I heard them say that the engagement between the two families was set for next month. Next month… In the stuffy corridor, I suddenly felt cold enough to shiver. I slowly pieced it together. So the person the Davis family found a year ago—the one whose return was celebrated throughout the city—really was Brooks. I remember looking at Brooks in the kitchen back then and asking regretfully, “You’re both named Davis, why couldn’t it be you?” Brooks asked back with amusement, “Why would it be me?” I looked at him without blinking. “Because… you’re really different.” Brooks didn’t know. When my mom married into that town and brought me along, the first time I saw Brooks, I felt he didn’t belong there. He was smart, aloof, yet strikingly handsome—nothing like that alcoholic, abusive stepfather. Brooks didn’t say anything more at the time. But that very night, the online post was deleted completely. After that, nothing related to the Davis family appeared in my life again. From that moment on, the person I’d loved for eight whole years had already been lying to me. The corridor gradually darkened, the endless darkness seeming ready to swallow me whole. I suddenly felt an urgent need to escape this place. Anywhere would do—I didn’t want to face Brooks. But the moment I stepped around the corner, I locked eyes with Brooks, who was standing at the door. In just a few seconds, Brooks had already guessed what happened. The guilt and regret I’d imagined never appeared on his face. He laughed once, showing that familiar expression somewhere between troubled and annoyed. I knew that look too well. It was exactly like the expression Brooks wore when he used to witness my stepfather about to hit me—troubled, impatient, yet forced to deal with it. Back then, he’d glanced at me coldly, showing no intention of coming over. But in the end, he still pulled me behind him. Later, he protected me with a cold face, time and time again. He was very young then too, no match for an adult’s strength. So he always ended up covered in blood. I’d cry while holding Brooks, soaking half his shoulder with tears. After my mom died, he was the only one who protected me. Brooks always said I was useless, asked how I’d survive without him, but never said he’d abandon me. Memory and reality overlapped as I watched Brooks sigh and walk toward me like he used to. Actually, I was terrified. In that moment, I even blamed myself for not hiding well enough. I wanted to completely disappear and avoid this confrontation. But in the end, under Brooks’s gaze, I asked him numbly, “You’re getting engaged?”

Along with the thunder came Brooks’s voice. He looked down at me and admitted it frankly. “It’s a marriage alliance arranged by the family. I can’t refuse.” “They would never accept someone as worthless as you into the Davis family. You understand that, don’t you?” “But Alexis, I won’t leave you,” his fingers slowly wiped away my tears. “I’ll still protect you, just like before—” I sensed something was wrong. “What do you mean?” What did he mean by “won’t leave me”? What did he mean by “just like before”? Brooks’s eyes were pitch black. Through those eyes, I saw my own wretched, pitiful reflection. I actually had so many questions I wanted to ask. But now I couldn’t get a single word out. I looked at Brooks and asked him slowly, word by word: “Brooks, you want me to be your mistress?” Brooks didn’t deny it. From the moment the Davis family found him, he knew they would never accept me. He agreed to the marriage alliance while continuing to act out this charade with me here. Just like he said, I was so stupid I’d believe anything he told me. I tried hard to keep my eyes open to stop the tears from falling, but I just couldn’t control them. The corridor window was half-open, rain pouring down wildly. Years ago, I’d confessed to Brooks in the pouring rain, and now I had to end it in the rain too. But Brooks didn’t take my words about breaking up seriously. He calmly watched me finish my tantrum, then brought me back to the living room and casually asked what I wanted to eat. He seemed certain I wouldn’t refuse him, much less leave him. Not until I shook off his hand and started packing did his eyes finally show some emotion. “Alexis, does it have to be this way?” I didn’t answer. Brooks’s grip on my wrist only tightened. He looked at me quietly, as if genuinely not understanding: “I said we can still be like before. I can give you anything you want now. Do you really want to go back to those hard times?” I looked at him numbly. “Brooks, I won’t be a mistress.” “I can survive without depending on you.” “Without depending on me?” Brooks laughed. “Alexis, why are you still so naive?” “Without me, could you have graduated safely from under that perverted school administrator’s hands?” “Without me, could you have so coincidentally met that specialist during your surgery?” “And,” Brooks leaned closer to me, his tone mocking, “If you really care so much about what others think, why did you fall for me back then, confess to me, even kiss me—your nominal brother?” My whole body went cold as I slowly raised my head to meet Brooks’s gaze. So mocking and sharp, landing on me like a knife that cut to the bone. “Alexis,” Brooks looked at me with a smile, “stop pretending.” “You’re not as pure and noble as you claim to be.” Brooks said I was really stupid, that every choice I’d made since childhood was foolish. From enduring my stepfather’s beatings without resistance before, to leaving him now—it was all the same. He swore that within a week, I’d definitely come back to him. This week was probably the hardest week of my life. I hit walls everywhere, work went poorly, I couldn’t even find a place to rent. At critical moments, someone would always show up with more money to outbid me. I had no choice but to temporarily stay at my college friend’s place, but this morning, she told me she couldn’t let me stay anymore. My eyes fell on the phone clutched in her hand. I said softly, “Brooks contacted you, didn’t he?” She sighed. “Even if you broke up, he shouldn’t go this far, right?” She didn’t know much about what happened between Brooks and me. I didn’t want to drag her into this any further. I had to move to a hotel. Before I left, Sophia insisted on transferring me some money. “I know your internship salary isn’t much. Use this for now, pay me back when you get your full-time position.” I didn’t accept it. But the news about my full-time position was indeed supposed to come today. When I arrived at the company, though, the atmosphere was strangely off. Many people looked at me with complex expressions. My heart raced as an ominous premonition arose. Before I could think it through, my boss called me over. The office was silent. My boss took a sip of tea and told me straight out. Among this batch of interns, I was the most qualified for the full-time position, but not anymore. “The company landed a once-in-a-lifetime deal, but that company has one requirement.” I met my boss’s gaze, my heart sinking. “…What requirement?” My boss took another sip of hot tea and spoke slowly: “They require that we fire you.”

On the way back to the hotel, it started raining. The rain felt so cold it seemed to pierce into my heart. Brooks was already waiting at the hotel entrance. When he saw me, he got out of the car with an umbrella, his face wearing its usual smile. “Alexis, when will you break the habit of forgetting your umbrella in the rain?” I stared at the hand holding the umbrella. Brooks was still wearing the ring from when he proposed to me. I found it laughable, but I was too exhausted to laugh. The wet, sticky coat clung to my body, making my voice tremble when I spoke: “Brooks, how far do you have to go before you’ll stop?” “I used to like you, depend on you, but I never did anything to hurt you, did I?” “On our anniversary, I’d been preparing for quite a while.” “The gift I got you—I saved up half a year’s salary for it.” “Back then I even thought, I’m about to get my full-time position, and once things stabilize, we can move to a slightly bigger place.” “Why,” I looked up at him, “why do you have to treat me this way? Why does it have to be me?!” Brooks didn’t respond. His eyes fell on my hand instead. “Where’s the ring?” The ring he’d proposed with in the rental apartment. I’d worn it for six whole years. It wasn’t that he’d never bought me new rings, but I just loved that one. “I lost it.” I turned to walk back inside. “Do whatever else you want, Brooks. My answer won’t change.” Unexpectedly, Brooks backed down. He said he could stay out of my employment situation, but he had one condition. “What?” He gestured at the increasingly heavy rain. “It’s cold. Can we go inside to talk?” The hotel I’d found on short notice was very basic. Brooks waited until I changed out of my soaked coat before speaking. He sent me an address, saying there was a reception tomorrow night and asking me to come for a final goodbye. But on the way there the next day, for some reason, my heart suddenly started pounding violently. It was a high-end club, the kind of place I wouldn’t normally even glance at. Brooks’s private room was on the top floor. I saw many people inside. I saw that the bottles of alcohol they casually opened could buy my cheap rental apartment. In that moment, I finally had a concrete sense of Brooks’s current status and the gap between us. There, I also saw Laurient from the Tony family. She sat beside Brooks, beautiful and radiant. Before I could figure out why Laurient was there, I suddenly heard her say she had a surprise for Brooks. Vaguely, I seemed to hear my name. I suddenly tensed up. Laurient knew about my existence. I watched her casually make a phone call to someone. After a few brief sentences, the smile on her face grew even brighter, carrying the satisfaction of a successful prank. She tilted her head, studying his expression as she asked, “I accidentally got Alexis fired. You won’t blame me, will you, Brooks?” I stood there numbly, feeling coldness slowly penetrate my limbs. Until it climbed to my heart, bringing sharp, tingling pain. So Laurient’s “surprise” was destroying the job I’d just gotten today. Brooks sat beside her, watching her calmly. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t blame Laurient, didn’t even change his expression. I’d never found that indifferent face of his so disgusting. He’d clearly promised me he wouldn’t interfere with my work. I suddenly remembered what I’d said yesterday. I remembered that inscrutable smile on Brooks’s face before he left yesterday. I’d thought that because of what I said, he was slightly moved, had the tiniest bit of pity for me. But there was nothing. When Brooks smiled then, was he laughing at me like I was a pathetic, ridiculous clown? A clown who used to be played by him, yet was busy planning an impossible future with him. But now this clown still had to go find him. Because I saw Laurient reach out and pull a jade pendant on a black woven cord from around Brooks’s neck. I slowly blinked. Finally seeing clearly what was in her hand—it was the pendant my mom left me, my only keepsake of her. So when Brooks suggested going to my hotel room yesterday, it wasn’t because he was cold, and it wasn’t because he was actually willing to back down. It was to find this.

Brooks was as accommodating to Laurient as he once was to me. He casually removed the pendant and tossed it to Laurient. The last tightly wound string in my mind suddenly snapped. I had nothing left now. I’d even lost my job. I couldn’t lose this last memento of my mom too. I pushed hard on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Brooks—” I saw Brooks look up. Under the brilliant lights, through the glass, he just looked at me quietly with his usual smile, showing no intention of opening the door. I immediately understood—everything he said yesterday was a lie. He was angry I’d talked back to him, angry I’d thrown away the ring. He was warning me, punishing me, using the jade pendant to force me to compromise. Separated by a door, the hallway was quiet, but the music blasting inside the room was deafening, drowning out my voice. I was nearly breaking down as I spoke: “Brooks, I… I don’t want the job anymore!” “I’ll find the ring and return it to you today!” “Please, please give me back mom’s jade pendant!!” A week’s worth of pent-up emotions exploded. I shouted like a madwoman, drawing the attention of many people in the hallway. But Brooks still didn’t move. The music happened to reach its final few seconds of quiet outro, and everything fell silent. Through the glass, I watched helplessly as Laurient took the jade pendant and tossed it up and down with distaste. Then she accidentally fumbled it, and the pendant fell from her hand. After a crisp, cheap-sounding crack, Brooks suddenly stood up. He stared at the cracked jade pendant, his expression changing beyond his control. The scene suddenly descended into chaos. They seemed to be saying something, but my head was buzzing and I couldn’t hear anything clearly. I don’t know how I got back to the hotel. I only came to my senses when I realized I was completely soaked by the rain. Someone equally drenched stood at my door. That face was familiar—one of Brooks’s friends. “Brooks was taken back by the Davis family. He told me to make sure to tell you that things aren’t what you think. He didn’t mean to destroy the jade pendant.” “About your job, Brooks will handle it. Something came up with the Davis family, but as soon as he can get out, he’ll come find you right away. Don’t…” Before he could finish, I slammed the door shut with a bang. Silence returned to my ears. Water dripped from my sleeves, tap tap tap. I stared silently at the broken jade pendant in my hand for who knows how long before my phone suddenly vibrated. A notification popped up—I’d been fired, along with a transfer for severance pay. The full-time position really was Brooks playing me. Laurient couldn’t tolerate my existence, and Brooks condoned her tantrum. It was all lies. I’d never believe Brooks’s fake sympathy again. After blocking Brooks on all platforms, I bought the earliest ticket out of Los Angeles. I never wanted to come back.

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As a single mother, to scrape together tuition for my daughter to study for her master’s degree in the UK, I worked three jobs a day. I even had an accident while working the night shift at a factory—the machine severed two of my right fingers. But the day she got her UK visa, she was at the airport clinging to a wealthy businessman twenty years her senior, crying and laughing. “Daddy, if you hadn’t sponsored me to go abroad, my trash-collecting mom would have ruined my whole life.” I stood behind a pillar in the departure hall, holding up my freshly bandaged hand that was still bleeding through the gauze, frozen in place. I stepped forward to call out to her, but her friend Isabella wrinkled her nose in disgust and shoved me away. “Where’d this old hag come from? Get lost before you dirty Laura’s designer clothes!” I looked at my daughter. She wore exquisite makeup, and her eyes held no trace of guilt—only an icy warning. In front of the rich man, she pulled out two hundred-pound notes from her purse and threw them in my face like she was dismissing a beggar. “Take the money and get lost. I only have a sugar daddy—I don’t have some bottom-feeder poor mom!” People around us pointed and whispered. The wealthy man patted her shoulder approvingly, praising how sensible she was. I didn’t pick up the money. I just calmly watched her go through security and board her flight. Then I turned around and dialed the embassy. “Hello, I’d like to file a formal report. Someone has falsified academic credentials and may be involved in illegal immigration.”

After hanging up with the embassy, I didn’t look back at the security checkpoint. I walked straight out of the departure hall. When the spring breeze hit me, I realized I was soaked through with sweat. The gauze on my right hand was saturated with blood, and fresh pain shot through the wound. In the emergency room, the doctor unwrapped the bandage, his brow furrowing tightly. “What happened? The fingers we just reattached have torn open again!” “Did you get into a struggle with someone? If you keep this up, this hand will be permanently damaged!” I was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, but I just shook my head. “Please, just wrap it tighter for me.” After getting my wound treated, I returned home and pushed open the rusted iron gate. The musty smell of the basement hit me in the face. The room was a complete mess. Before leaving, Laura had used scissors to shred all the old clothes she didn’t want, and thrown them everywhere along with old shoes. Looking at the chaos on the floor, waves of bitterness washed over me. To let her wear decent clothes like other children. I worked three jobs a day to earn living expenses, and even took night shifts at an unlicensed factory to pay for her tutoring. But she broke my heart and trampled my dignity. My eyes grew moist, but in the end, no tears fell. I pulled out a black garbage bag and swept the shredded fabric into it. I stuffed this garbage along with the designer bag I’d bought with money from my first blood donation into the bag. Then I carried these two black bags and mercilessly threw them into the dumpster outside the complex. Just as I finished throwing away the trash, my phone vibrated. It was a reply from the embassy: [Hello. Regarding your report about Ms. Laura’s suspected academic fraud and unclear visa funding sources, we have initiated a joint investigation with customs. Thank you for your cooperation.] Looking at the words on the screen, my lips gradually curved upward. Almost simultaneously, my phone rang. It was Laura. The moment I answered, Laura’s shriek came through: “You old bitch! Did you report me?! Why did customs detain me?! They said my visa has been frozen and they’re going to investigate Daddy’s financial records!” Hearing her voice crack as she screamed, I felt nothing but satisfaction. “Yes. You’re my daughter. I won’t let you sell your body!” “Are you insane?! I’m your daughter! You’re ruining my future! I’ll kill you—” Before she could finish cursing, I hung up and blocked her number. Back in the basement, I looked at the passbook on the table containing my work injury compensation and took a deep breath. This money was originally meant to be her living expenses abroad. Now, I would use it to move out of this basement and start my real life.

The next afternoon, the basement’s iron door was kicked open with a bang. Laura burst in with her suited sugar daddy. Her friend Isabella followed aggressively behind them. “Smack!” A visa rejection letter was thrown in my face by Laura. “You poisonous old witch! Are you satisfied now?! My visa’s been revoked! I’m banned from entering the UK for three years!” Laura pointed at my nose, her eyes bloodshot. “You’re bottom-feeding trash rotting in the mud—fine! But why do you have to drag me down with you!” Isabella beside her covered her nose, her face full of disgust as she fanned the flames. “Exactly! Laura accepted Mr. Osman as her daddy. She was going to become a real lady of status.” “You’re just jealous that Mr. Osman has more money than you, so you sabotaged her, didn’t you? You poverty-stricken lunatic!” Mr. Osman stood with his belly protruding, looking down at my room condescendingly. He pulled a stack of cash from his briefcase and threw it on the table. “Ten thousand pounds. Go to the UK embassy and withdraw your report. Tell them you were having a psychotic episode and talking nonsense.” Mr. Osman flicked ash from his cigar, his tone arrogant. “Women are so short-sighted. Your daughter will live the high life with me. You should be grateful.” I looked at the ten thousand pounds on the table and laughed coldly. “Mr. Osman is so generous.” Then I raised my head and stared at Laura. “She paid someone to take her exams for her.” “Mr. Osman, you don’t really think Laura’s a genius, do you?” “Are you sure she can bring you any value if she goes abroad?” Laura’s expression changed drastically. She screamed in humiliation and rage: “Shut up! Daddy, don’t listen to this crazy woman’s nonsense!” She looked around frantically, then suddenly spotted the passbook I’d placed under my pillow. It was my severed finger injury compensation! “What’s this?!” Laura’s eyes lit up. She pounced over and snatched the passbook. Opening it, her eyes went wide. “Three hundred thousand?! You’ve been hiding three hundred thousand from me!” She reached under the pillow and pulled out my ID card, viciously stuffing it into her own pocket. “Is the password my birthday? Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out!” My expression changed. I rushed forward to grab it back. “Give it back! That’s my severed finger compensation! That’s my lifeline!” “What do you mean YOUR money? You ruined my dream of going abroad—consider this compensation for my emotional distress!” Laura clutched the passbook and ID card, backing away self-righteously. I lunged and grabbed her wrist, but she yanked hard. My freshly bandaged right hand slammed heavily into the iron bed frame. The wound hadn’t healed at all yet. “Rip—” Sharp pain instantly spread from my fingertips. The gauze was stained red with blood, dripping onto the cement floor. I collapsed to my knees in pain, my whole body convulsing uncontrollably. “Oh please, are you trying to scam us?” Isabella rolled her eyes from the side. Osman snorted coldly and gave a look. His two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and roughly shoved me against the wall, escorting Laura out. “Mom, I’m taking this three hundred thousand.” “You can just rot in this moldy basement and fend for yourself!” Laura waved the passbook and ID card, linked arms with Osman, and strutted away in her high heels. I lay in my own blood, watching their retreating figures, biting my lip until I tasted blood. Laura, since you’re going to be so ruthless, don’t blame me for being merciless.

I endured the severe pain and shakily dialed the police with my left hand. The police arrived quickly, but when they learned that the person who’d stolen my belongings was my own biological daughter whom I’d carried for ten months, they showed helpless expressions. According to regulations, the police could only temporarily classify it as a domestic property dispute and needed further investigation before filing a case. The officer in charge saw me lying in a pool of blood looking pitiful. After taking my statement, he immediately took me to the relevant department. He helped me file emergency reports for a lost ID card and freeze the passbook. The three hundred thousand couldn’t be recovered immediately, but at least I’d secured the money in the account so Laura couldn’t squander it. By the time I returned to the basement after getting my wound re-stitched at the hospital, it was late at night. My right hand was wrapped in gauze, each throb accompanied by stabbing pain. Just then, my phone started vibrating crazily. Hundreds of abusive text messages from unknown numbers flooded my inbox. I opened a short video platform and found that on the homepage feed, Laura had posted a five-minute accusatory video. In the video, she wore fake no-makeup makeup, tears streaming down her face as she tearfully accused me of being an evil mother. She lied to the camera, claiming I’d tried to sell her for bride price money to pay gambling debts, even slandering that I’d deliberately self-harmed my severed fingers to extort money from her. She also played the victim, saying I was jealous she’d received sponsorship to study abroad, so I maliciously spread rumors to ruin her future. Oh my god, how can such an evil mother exist? Unfit to be human! Poor girl, what bad luck to have a mother like that. Support the daughter cutting ties! People like this should just die! The comment section was outraged. Even my former coworkers at the factory believed the lies and sent me messages cursing me out. You always seemed honest, but I never knew you were so vicious, harming your own daughter. Disgusting! Facing the online mob, I didn’t cry. I looked coldly at Laura’s face on the screen, methodically saving her defamatory video with my left hand. Then I took screenshots and screen recordings of all the vicious comments and personal attacks the video had attracted. Next, my gaze fell on the laptop in the corner. It was an old computer Laura had disdained as too outdated to take with her. Laura was careless. She thought emptying the recycle bin solved everything. But she didn’t know that as long as the hard drive wasn’t destroyed, data could be recovered. I spent the whole night using my left hand to control the mouse, using recovery software I’d found online to gradually excavate the secrets buried deep in this computer. When the progress bar reached one hundred percent and I opened the hidden billing statements and chat records that had been recovered, I broke out in a cold sweat, then laughed out loud in the basement. Mr. Osman’s several trading companies were all shells used as fronts for overseas fraud syndicates to launder money! The funds Laura had been dreaming about for going abroad all came from dirty accounts. Not only that, I also recovered several eye-burning videos. The protagonists of the videos were actually Osman and Laura’s friend Isabella, who kept calling him sugar daddy! This seemingly innocent Isabella wasn’t just a business partner—she’d been sleeping with Osman all along. Laura had become a tool Isabella used to please her benefactor. I extracted those money laundering flow statements, along with the exam proxy transfer records and pornographic videos, and organized them into categories. As morning sunlight filtered into the basement, I pressed send. I sent them in encrypted compressed file format to the Economic Investigation Division’s verified report email, copying the tax bureau. Laura, it’s time to wake up from your dream of marrying into wealth.

Three days later, to whitewash her reputation, Laura held a high-profile banquet at a luxury hotel in the city center. She announced publicly that although her mother’s interference had temporarily prevented her from going to the UK, Mr. Osman had already arranged for her to enter a prestigious domestic academy. The banquet hall was brightly lit. Many of Osman’s business associates attended, along with Laura’s classmates. Social media influencers she’d invited for publicity filled the hall. I pushed open the banquet hall doors wearing old clothes, my right hand wrapped in thick bandages. The entire venue instantly fell silent. “Oh my god, that’s the evil mother from online, right?” “How does she have the nerve to show up? Dressed so shabby.” “Probably saw her daughter made it big and came to extort more money. So disgusting.” The guests pointed and whispered, their contempt undisguised. Laura stood on stage in a gown. Seeing me, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes, then she put on a wronged expression. “Mom, what are you doing here? Haven’t you hurt me enough?” She held the microphone, her voice choking. “But no matter how evil you are, you’re still my mom.” “As long as you admit your mistake in front of everyone today, I’m willing to forgive you.” Isabella sneered from the side, stirring things up: “Who apologizes standing up? If you’re truly repentant, you should kneel and apologize to Laura!” “Right! Kneel and apologize!” Several people who’d been bribed started jeering from below the stage. Just then, Osman stood up from the main table, holding documents, looking down at me condescendingly. “Since you’re here, just sign it.” Mr. Osman threw the documents on the floor in front of me. He used a threatening tone to make me sign that notarized statement admitting to slander and severing the mother-daughter relationship. Laura walked to the edge of the stage and threatened me in a voice only we could hear: “If you don’t sign today, I’ll have my online team destroy your reputation so you can’t survive in this city!” “Sign it, and I’ll give you back half the money from the passbook.” Give me back half? Using my lifeline money to threaten me? I looked at the humiliating document on the floor, then at that face on stage that resembled mine yet looked so hateful. I calmly bent down and picked up the pen with my left hand. “Fine, I’ll sign,” I said flatly. Laura and Isabella exchanged glances, smiles of triumph on their faces. Mr. Osman also exhaled a satisfied puff of smoke, watching me submit. I held the pen and walked up to the stage step by step, standing before Laura and Mr. Osman. Then, under everyone’s expectant gaze waiting for my submission, I used both hands and tore the document in half. Then I continued tearing, shredding the document to pieces. With a swoosh, I violently threw the handful of confetti into the shocked faces of Laura and Mr. Osman! Paper scraps fluttered to the floor. Laura screamed: “You crazy old woman, what are you doing?!” “What am I doing?” I looked at them, a cold smile curving my lips. My voice carried through the microphone across the banquet hall: “Laura, Osman. Did you really think that during these past few days when I didn’t fight back, all I did was make one phone call to the embassy?” As soon as I finished speaking, the guests in the hall who’d been ready to watch me humiliated looked at each other. Everyone fell silent. Laura paused, then covered her mouth and sneered: “Phone calls? Who else could you call? The psychiatric hospital?!” “You old hag, are you so traumatized you’re having delusions? Everyone look, this woman’s gone insane! Quick, get security to drag her out!” Isabella beside her joined in the mockery: “Exactly! Wearing rags to a five-star hotel pretending to be rich.” “Mr. Osman, look how pathetic she is. She’s probably money-crazy and daydreaming!” Osman crushed out his cigar, his expression dark, and barked: “A toast refused means a forfeit drunk! Someone, hold this crazy woman down!” “This agreement—she’ll sign it whether she wants to or not!” Two bodyguards immediately lunged toward me. Just as Laura and the others looked triumphant, BANG! The banquet hall doors were pushed open from outside!

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Today was my prenatal checkup. Just as I was about to leave, my husband, Ocean Pack’s Alpha Kael, received a call from his Beta. “Alpha Kael, Lila is standing on the outside of the harbor railing, saying if you don’t come see her one last time, she’ll jump.” He fell silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at me. “Elara, something happened to Lila. I might need to go check on her.” I looked into his eyes and spoke calmly: “Does it have to be you? What about me and the baby if you leave?” Kael’s voice trembled, unable to meet my gaze: “The Beta already called the police, but she won’t let anyone near her.” He gripped my hand tightly, so hard that his knuckles made faint cracking sounds. “Elara, that’s a human life. I promise, once she’s safe, I’ll send her away immediately.” “When I get back, I’ll go with you to the prenatal checkup.” With that, he grabbed the car keys and left without looking back. After he left, I collapsed to the floor clutching my abdomen as blood trickled down my thighs. The housekeeper rushed over when he saw me and carried me to the car, taking me to the hospital. The doctor shook his head at me in the emergency room, his voice full of regret: “Luna Elara, we couldn’t save the baby.” I closed my eyes and nodded gently. The baby was gone. Kael, our fate together has ended as well.

In the third winter of my marriage to Kael, he brought back a young Omega named Lila from the border during a hunting trip. Lila curled up in his cloak, lifting her head to glance at me timidly. Kael said she was being hunted by rogues with nowhere to go, and he wanted to take her in as an assistant. He promised she wouldn’t overstep. But I clearly saw the tenderness in Kael’s eyes when he said this, looking at Lila. I wanted to refuse, but that day, Kael lost his temper with me for the first time. “How can you be so heartless? Where else can Lila go if she doesn’t stay here?” “As Luna, don’t you have any grace at all?” That day, I knew that Kael had crossed the line with this Omega. I watched his figure disappear at the end of the hallway and suddenly laughed. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen as warm blood soaked through my dress. This child that Kael and I had hoped for over three years ultimately couldn’t be saved. After the D&C procedure, I returned to the villa I shared with Kael, my face deathly pale. The old housekeeper drove very slowly, asking nothing the entire way. The car stopped in front of the villa. I was clutching my aching abdomen and had just pushed open the car door when headlights lit up from behind. Kael saw me holding my stomach with my pale face and froze for a moment. Then he took two strides over and scooped me up in his arms. “Elara, what’s wrong? Is your stomach bothering you?” His voice carried panic as his arms tightened, holding me against him. When he lowered his head, a cheap perfume smell wafted over. My gaze swept across his neck, where a fresh red mark was imprinted. After entering the house, I pushed away his arms and stepped back, looking at him with disgust: “Kael, let’s get divorced.” Kael froze in place, then his expression turned irritated and impatient: “Elara! How long are you going to keep this up? I already told you I’ll send her away. Why can’t you be more understanding?” I looked at the man before me, my memories somewhat hazy. In every wolf’s eyes, Kael loved me deeply. He would fight the Rogue King for precious supplies for my sake. He would brawl with the elders who opposed our engagement for my sake. These things once made me believe I was the happiest Luna in the world. Until Lila appeared. The struggle and pain on Kael’s face were just like when he knelt before me begging for forgiveness. The first time I caught Kael and Lila having sex in our marriage bed, he swore to the heavens that he would drive Lila out of Ocean Pack and never see her again. That proud Alpha knelt at my feet in front of both packs. He said he was just confused for a moment, that the one he loved had always been me. At that time, I touched the barely formed child in my womb, softened my heart, and decided to give him one more chance. But now I know this man isn’t worth it. Kael grabbed my hand and opened his mouth with what he thought was devotion: “Elara, I told you this is the last time I’ll see her. Didn’t we agree to make things work? Please stop fighting with me, okay?” Looking at him, I only found the man before me utterly disgusting. I was too lazy to keep arguing with him. I directly called the housekeeper to take me to my room without even glancing at him. The sound of Kael smashing things rang out behind me. I couldn’t care less.

I settled into the lakeside healing cabin in White Moon Pack. I sat by the window wrapped in a thick blanket, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen. The old housekeeper brought medicine and meals every day, never mentioning Kael or what was happening at the villa. I was content with the peace, wanting only to completely distance myself from that place full of lies and betrayal. On the third afternoon, the wooden door was shoved open violently. Kael walked in with a chill, carrying several exquisite gift boxes. “Elara, I’ve been looking for you for three days. So you’ve been hiding here.” I didn’t turn around, still looking out the window: “I’m not hiding. I just don’t want to see you.” He walked to my side, reaching out to touch my hair, but I dodged by tilting my head. His hand froze in mid-air, his tone carrying a hint of grievance: “I know you’re still angry. I’ve already sent Lila to the European branch. I’ll never let her appear before you again for the rest of my life. I’ve already done this much. What more do you want?” I finally turned my head to look at him. His reddened eyes looked affectionate and pathetic, but I only felt extreme disgust. Thinking about how he had held Lila with these hands, spoken sweet words to Lila with this mouth, made me nauseous. “Kael, I don’t want anything.” My voice was calm. “I just want to divorce you.” The ingratiating expression on his face instantly vanished. “Divorce? Elara, are you insane? Just because of one insignificant Omega? I already sent her away! Are you still going to hold onto this?” I looked into Kael’s eyes and suddenly remembered long ago, when I first met him. Back then, I met Kael at a bar and fell in love with him at first sight. I believed he was my mate, wanting to spend my life with him. But when I learned he was Ocean Pack’s Alpha, I hesitated. Powerful Alphas always had all kinds of temptations around them. I didn’t know if Kael truly loved me. My parents respected my opinion greatly. They said if I was unwilling, I didn’t need to worry about the century-old alliance. I could take my time finding an Alpha I liked. It was Kael who knelt before White Moon Pack’s altar, swearing to the Moon Goddess. “Elara, I, Kael, will never betray you in this lifetime.” “There will only ever be you as my partner.” “I will protect you and White Moon Pack with my life.” The vows in my ears seemed like yesterday, yet had long become the biggest joke. “Insignificant?” I laughed. “When she was having sex with you in our marriage bed, did you think that too? When you knelt at my feet swearing before both packs, did you think that too?” “That’s all in the past!” He slammed the table, the gift boxes tumbling to the floor from the impact. “I told you I was just confused for a moment! The one I love has always been you! Can’t you be more magnanimous? As Ocean Pack’s Luna, you should have a Luna’s grace!” “I don’t have that kind of grace.” I stood up, took the divorce agreement from the drawer, and threw it in front of him. “Sign it. Let’s make a clean break.” Kael’s face instantly turned pale. He picked up the agreement, his fingers trembling uncontrollably: “You had this prepared all along? You’ve wanted to divorce me all along, haven’t you?” “You forced me to.” I looked at him, my eyes devoid of any warmth. “From the day you betrayed me, things between us were finished.” “I don’t agree!” He violently tore the agreement to shreds, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me. “The two packs’ alliance has been bound for a century. You think you can just divorce me? Do you want White Moon Pack and Ocean Pack to go to war?” “That’s your problem.” I walked around him toward the door. “I have countless backup copies of the agreement. In three days, I’ll formally submit the divorce application. If you don’t agree, we’ll see each other in court.” “Elara!” He rushed over to grab me, but I dodged to the side. “Get lost. Don’t let me see you again. You disgust me.” Kael looked at my resolute eyes and finally understood I wasn’t just throwing a tantrum. He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. Finally, he glared at me fiercely and slammed the door as he left. The snow outside fell heavier. I leaned against the doorframe, slowly sliding to sit on the floor. Tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

I moved back to White Moon Pack’s ancestral home. Mom didn’t ask much, just brought the medicine she’d prepared into my room. At dinner, I put down my spoon and spoke: “Dad, Mom, the baby is gone. I want to divorce Kael.” I cried as I told them everything. Mom’s soup bowl crashed onto the table. Her hand trembled as she touched my flat abdomen. “My poor child, how could you bear all this alone for so long?” Dad’s face turned ashen. After a long silence, he slammed the table hard: “You must divorce that animal! No century-old alliance is worth more than a single hair on your head!” I leaned into Mom’s embrace as the grievances I’d accumulated for days finally broke through. I stayed at the ancestral home. I thought the divorce process would proceed smoothly, but when Dad returned from the territory council hall, he was shaking with rage: “That animal Kael! He’s forcing all the processing plants on the West Coast to break their contracts with us, cutting off our fishery sales!” I shot to my feet, blood rushing to my head. How dare he? How could he have the nerve? I grabbed the car keys and rushed out. I had to ask him if he had even a shred of conscience left. I pushed open the door to Kael’s villa. Kael was half-reclined on the sofa. Lila was wearing my silk nightgown, the moonstone necklace my father gave me for my eighteenth birthday around her neck. She nestled in his arms, feeding him grapes. My treasured white porcelain tea set was now being used by her to brew cheap fruit tea. Hearing the commotion, Kael’s head snapped up, his expression instantly darkening. Lila shrank back, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “Who let you in?” His voice was ice-cold, without a trace of guilt. “Aren’t you the one clamoring for a divorce?” I pointed at the necklace around Lila’s neck, my voice trembling: “Kael, this is my villa. Your little Omega is wearing my things.” “What’s yours and mine?” He frowned, his face full of impatience. “Lila likes it, so what if she wears it for now? As Ocean Pack’s Luna, how can you be so petty and mean?” “I’m petty? You’re working with outsiders to cut off White Moon Pack’s livelihood, and you have the nerve to call me petty?” “You brought this on yourself!” Alpha Kael shot to his feet, shielding Lila firmly behind him. “You insisted on forcing me to send Lila away, then sent rogues to intercept and kill her on the road! If I hadn’t arrived in time, she’d already be dead! I’m doing this to teach you a lesson!” I looked at Kael, finding it utterly absurd: “Kael, she’s not worth my effort to deal with. I find it beneath me.” Kael demanded sharply: “If not you, then who? Besides you, who else would dare hire assassins on my territory?” Lila peeked out from behind him, sobbing softly: “Luna Elara, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ll leave right now. I’ll never disturb you two again.” As she spoke, she started to get up, but Kael pressed her back down. “Don’t go!” he shouted. “With me here, no one can bully you!” Watching Lila and Kael’s coordinated performance made me nauseous. I wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. Kael turned to look at me, deliberately softening his tone as he reached for my wrist: “Elara, stop this. I’ve already arranged it. Next week I’ll send Lila to the Antarctic research station. I’ll never let her come back for the rest of her life. Let’s forget about all this and live well together, okay?” Looking at his hypocritical face, the last trace of attachment in my heart turned completely to ash. I pulled my hand back, a shallow smile appearing on my face: “Okay.” Kael froze, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily. The joy in his eyes was impossible to hide: “Elara, I knew you still had feelings for me!” I withdrew my wrist and spoke calmly: “However, next week is the renewal ceremony for the two packs’ alliance. After the ceremony ends, I’ll move back.” He nodded repeatedly, so excited he could barely speak: “Yes, yes, yes! Whatever you say!” I said nothing more and turned to leave the villa. The moment I closed the door, the smile vanished from my face. Kael. Lila. What you owe me, what you owe my unborn child. I’ll claim it all back, principal and interest, at next week’s renewal ceremony.

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My boyfriend Ethan brought me home to meet his family. His adopted sister Leah had just gotten out of the pool, and her bikini strap had snapped. She let out a little cry, hands flying to her chest, and ran straight toward Ethan. “Ethan, the strap broke! Help me tie it back on!” The butler and servants all lowered their heads. Ethan seemed completely used to this. He took her hand, turned her around, and expertly tied a knot. His hand even slid across Leah’s bare back as he said flippantly, “What kind of cheap stuff did you buy? Next time I’ll get you something better.” I was so angry I nearly blacked out. “Ethan!” I snapped. “Are my words just going in one ear and out the other?” Leah turned back to look at me with timid eyes. “Claire, don’t read too much into it. We’re just siblings. If something was really going on between us, I’d already be the lady of this house, wouldn’t I?” After saying that, she turned back around, her voice taking on a coquettish tone. “Ethan, I’ve told you so many times—after you tie the bikini straps, you need to adjust things properly so the shape looks good!” “You’re like a block of wood. You totally ruined the shape.” Leah actually reached into her bikini right then and there, adjusting herself in front of Ethan like no one else was watching. And Ethan didn’t look away at all. His eyes dropped to her chest and stayed there for two full seconds. Then he sighed helplessly and actually reached out like he was about to help her. “Leah, don’t you have hands?” I finally snapped. I strode forward and planted myself between them. “Ethan, am I dead to you? Is this something you can just ‘help’ with? Even if you grew up together, there’s a line between men and women. Don’t you two have any sense of boundaries?” The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I’d always known Ethan had an adopted sister. But I had no idea they were this close—completely crossing the line between siblings. In front of all these people, and in front of me, they could do something like this. I didn’t dare imagine what went on when they were alone! The moment I finished speaking, the air went still for a beat. Then Ethan suddenly burst out laughing and wrapped his arm around me. “Jealous?” He nuzzled my neck with his nose. “You’re right. I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Don’t be mad. Besides, I completely see Leah as a kid. Looking at her is like looking at my own daughter.” That only added fuel to the fire. He still didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. Daughter? What kind of father ties his twenty-year-old daughter’s bikini and runs his hand down her back while he’s at it? I shoved his hand away irritably. Before Ethan could say anything, Leah clicked her tongue impatiently. “Come on, Claire. Ethan coaxing you once is cute. If you keep this up, you’re just being unreasonable.” Ethan’s mother—my future mother-in-law—walked over carrying a fruit platter, a polite smile plastered on her face. “Claire, it’s your first time visiting our home. Let’s not make a fuss over something so small. Ethan and Leah are just close. You’ll get used to it.” She handed me a piece of watermelon. “Leah grew up without parents. We all love her like she’s our own. Ethan especially treasures her. Please be understanding.” I was trembling with rage. Everyone around me was looking at me like I was overreacting. Including Ethan, who clearly didn’t think his behavior—or his family’s words—was problematic in the slightest. I took a deep breath, about to speak, when Leah suddenly started complaining loudly. She stamped her foot at Ethan. “Ethan, I’m hungry! Didn’t you say the chef was making sushi today? I can’t wait anymore!” Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed. He looked at me, his tone cooling. “Are you done making a scene? Can we go eat now? Leah has a sensitive stomach. If she goes too long without eating, it’ll hurt.” In that instant, my heart went cold. Was I the one making a scene? All he talked about was Leah. Because Leah wanted to eat, I had to swallow my grievances. With such a wonderful sister around, why did he even need a girlfriend? I closed my eyes, forcing back the sting of tears. “I’m done. Done making a scene, and done with you. Ethan, let’s break up.” The moment I turned to leave, I paused and looked back at Leah. “By the way, I heard siblings who are close sleep in the same bed to deepen their bond. I wish you and your brother a happy life together.” I strode toward the door. Ethan suddenly grabbed me, yanking me back so hard I stumbled. He gripped my wrist so tightly my bones ached. “Can you please give me some face in front of my family? Stop being so unreasonable!” “Tell me what you want to eat. After dinner, I’ll have the driver take us shopping. I’ll spend time with you properly, okay?” His tone softened, as if this were some enormous compromise. I laughed. Everything came after his precious sister. What was I to him? I wrenched my arm free and looked at my wrist, now red from his grip. I sneered. “No need, Mr. Brooks.” With that, I turned and walked away without hesitation. This time, Ethan didn’t follow. Behind me, I heard Leah’s gleeful voice. “Ethan, what’s wrong with her? We already said we’re siblings, but she insists on imagining there’s something between us. Total paranoia!” Ethan’s mother was sighing too. “Ethan, is this really the type of girl you like? She has such a temper. She’s going to cause trouble if you take her out.” Ethan rubbed his temples irritably and casually slung his arm over Leah’s shoulder as they walked toward the dining room. “Mom, drop it. I’m annoyed. Forget about her. If she wants to leave, let her leave.” “Come on, Leah. Let’s get you that coffee you love.” Tears streamed down my face instantly. I held them back as hard as I could, but the moment I got into the cab, I broke down completely. For this man, I’d turned down the stable job my parents had arranged and moved to his city all by myself. We’d been together for three years. I thought our love was unshakable. What an idiot I’d been!

The moment I got back to the apartment we shared, I started packing my things. For two whole days, Ethan didn’t call or text me once. I forced myself not to be pathetic and started planning my new life. I messaged the HR department of a company I’d previously turned down, asking if the Director’s Assistant position they’d offered me was still available. They replied quickly, saying the position was still open and asking when I could start. I told them next Monday. Just when I thought this chapter of my life was closing and I was ready to start fresh, the doorbell rang. I opened the door. Ethan stood there holding a huge bouquet of blue roses, though his expression showed little remorse. “Surprise!” He forced out a stiff smile and thrust the flowers forward like he was checking off a task. “Babe, I’m here to apologize. Forgive me, okay?” Even as he spoke, his eyes drifted over my shoulder into the apartment, as if checking for something. Before I could respond, Leah suddenly appeared from behind him. She shoved an elegant gift box into my arms with a bright smile. “Claire, don’t be mad. Getting angry all the time is bad for your skin.” With that, she breezed past me like she owned the place, slipping on house slippers and walking right in. Those were the fuzzy slippers Ethan had bought me—my favorite pair. Ethan immediately followed her in, not even glancing at me. All his attention was on Leah. “Careful. Don’t trip.” He pulled me onto the couch. “Baby, look—Leah even came all this way to apologize to you.” He opened the gift box. Inside was a necklace with a huge diamond that was almost blinding. “Remember that ‘Heart of the Ocean’ you glanced at during the auction? I bought it for you. Do you like it?” My heart skipped a beat. Before I could process it, he moved behind me and personally fastened the cold necklace around my neck. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. “It suits you.” Leah, who’d been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke up. Her tone carried just the right hint of envy. “You’re so lucky, Claire. Ethan treats you so well. I’m honestly jealous.” She stepped closer, staring directly at the necklace around my neck. Her lips formed a little pout and her eyes began to redden. “Ethan, I’ve never gotten such an expensive gift from you my whole life. At the auction, I told you how much I loved this ‘Heart of the Ocean,’ and you just pretended not to hear me…” The warmth on Ethan’s face instantly froze, replaced by guilt and indulgence toward his sister. He coaxed her, “Leah, be good. Next time I’ll buy you something nice first.” “I don’t want next time. I like this one,” Leah started whining, reaching out to tug on my arm. “Claire, you’re the sweetest. Can you just let me try on the necklace? Just for a second. Let me see how it looks. Just to satisfy my little wish…” “I—” Before I could finish, Ethan was already frowning impatiently. “Just let her try it on. It’s just a necklace. Leah likes it so much—why are you being petty with her?” Without even waiting for my consent, he personally unclasped the necklace he’d just put on me and turned to fasten it around Leah’s pale neck. “Ethan, this necklace looks way better on me. Look how beautiful it is!” Leah’s tears vanished instantly as she twirled around, beaming. Ethan smiled indulgently, his eyes full of doting affection. “Our Leah looks good in anything. You’re a natural.” Watching the two of them laughing and playing around in front of me, I felt nothing but nausea. The necklace that should have been mine had spent less than a minute on my neck before becoming a tool to please another woman. I forced a bitter smile. “Is this why you came today? Just to disgust me?” Leah shook her head innocently. “Claire, how can you say that!” “My brother gave you the ‘Heart of the Ocean’ just to make you happy. He’s never bought me a necklace this expensive!” “Before he came, he even called to ask me for advice. I was catching up on sleep after jet lag, and he woke me up with that phone call!” “Honestly, he’s so clueless about how to make a girlfriend happy. Claire, you really need to teach him.” Ethan smiled and patted her head. “Come on now. What kind of sister talks about her brother like this in front of other people?” “I’m not ‘other people’! I’m your closest sister!” In the blink of an eye, they were laughing and playfully shoving each other again. The “Heart of the Ocean” diamond swung back and forth in front of my eyes, stabbing painfully at my vision. I reflected on what kind of temporary insanity had made me open the door for them. Nearby, Leah was being tickled by Ethan, laughing so hard she could barely stand. “You’re so mean! I’m telling Claire all your dirty secrets!” She squirmed free and nimbly ran over to sit next to me, pulling out her phone and opening her photo album. I kept my face cold. I wanted to see just how much lower they could sink.

She tapped on a video. The scene showed the Brooks family study. Ethan was handling some documents. Leah, wearing a silk camisole nightgown, walked in carrying a glass of milk. She set the milk on the desk but didn’t leave. Instead, she climbed directly onto Ethan’s lap. “Ethan, you haven’t told me a bedtime story in forever.” Ethan put down his pen and looked at her helplessly. “How old are you? You still want bedtime stories?” Leah wrapped her arms around his neck and whined, “I don’t care. I want one.” Then she suddenly leaned down and kissed Ethan on the lips. “That’s a down payment.” The Ethan in the video froze. Then his Adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes darkened. He didn’t push her away. Instead, he lifted his hand to her back, his voice turning husky. “You little vixen.” The video cut off abruptly, the image shaking violently. Outside the video, Leah was doubled over laughing. She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m telling you, Ethan is so innocent. I was just teasing him and his face turned red as a tomato.” “But of course, he didn’t disappoint me. He carried me back to my room and told me stories all night long.” “No offense, Claire, but is your sex life a little… lacking? Ethan’s physical reaction was way too strong.” The video had just finished playing, freezing on Ethan’s face, written all over with desire. Ethan next to her reached out and flicked her forehead hard. “What nonsense are you spouting? Claire and I have a perfectly fine sex life. Mind your own business.” Leah refused to back down, and the two of them started roughhousing again like I wasn’t even there. The phone was tossed carelessly onto the couch by its owner. I calmly picked it up and sent that video—along with several other disgustingly intimate clips from her photo album—to my own phone. Then I deleted the sending history. When they’d finally tired themselves out, Ethan finally remembered I existed. He was still slightly out of breath as he looked down at me, his tone carrying a trace of commanding generosity. “Alright, you saw it. Even in that situation, all I did was tell her stories. I love you. That should be enough.” “So stop throwing tantrums, okay? Let’s just live our lives.” My chest felt stuffed with rage. So now he was the victim? But I forced that rage down and smiled, nodding. “Okay. I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” I was wrong, alright—wrong to think I could just walk away cleanly after breaking up. With scum like him and a homewrecker like her, if I didn’t ruin them both, how could I live up to the three years I’d wasted on him?

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I ran over a small dog while driving. The moment I felt the bump, I knew something was wrong. I heard a tragic yelp from under the wheels. I stopped the car and got out. It was a Corgi puppy, no bigger than my hand, probably barely a month old. It was twitching on the ground, its spine and two of its legs crushed by my tires. The owner was a young girl. She immediately burst into tears, dropping to her knees and scooping up the puppy. In its final moments, the puppy stuck out its tongue, its eyes brimming with tears. Blood kept dripping from its mouth. Unable to make a sound, it could only whimper, using its last ounce of strength to lick its owner’s face before its head went limp. The girl cried until her voice went hoarse. I felt terrible, too. The puppy was so small. But honestly, I felt she bore some responsibility for walking the dog off-leash, so I didn’t want to take full financial responsibility. The girl refused to compromise with me and called the police. When the officer arrived, I argued repeatedly that the girl should be entirely at fault. However, the officer still ruled it a 50/50 split in liability. In the end, I paid $3,000 in compensation because Corgis are expensive dogs. Three thousand dollars was too steep. The more I thought about it, the more unfair it felt. Luckily, this was a rural area on the outskirts of the county, and many of the street cameras were managed by the local community board, not as complicated as getting footage in the city. I hurried to the community center to check the surveillance footage, intending to gather evidence for an appeal to the traffic division. When I arrived at the community center, no one was there, but the office door was open, and a computer was on. I decided to check the footage myself first. What I saw on the screen proved that something was very wrong. In the video, as I drove past, the girl came out of her house holding the puppy. Once my car was clearly passing by, she suddenly threw the puppy right under my tires! I was dumbfounded. And what happened next was even more unbelievable. After the girl “called the police,” a white car, looking exactly like a police cruiser but suspiciously unmarked, pulled onto the road in the corner of the video. The car stopped behind a bend. A man stepped out—it was the very “police officer” who had just handled the case. The man wasn’t wearing a uniform initially. Only right before arriving at the scene did he hastily throw on a police uniform, attach a siren to the roof, slap on fake police decals, and put on fake license plates before slowly driving over. That’s when I realized: I had been the victim of a scam that cost a puppy’s life! Who could tolerate such a disgusting waste of a little life?! I kept watching the footage. After I left, the girl and the fake cop returned to their “cruiser” and immediately stripped off all the police markings. The man opened the trunk, revealing it was full of barely-alive puppies. They completely disregarded whether the puppies would suffocate. The man pulled out another puppy, this time a Pomeranian, and casually tossed it onto the ground. The puppy yelped as it hit the dirt, breaking a leg. It limped toward the girl, as if begging for her protection. The girl couldn’t care less that its leg was broken; after all, it was destined to be thrown under a car’s tires. Too lazy to pick it up gently, she grabbed the puppy by the scruff of its neck and walked away. They were serial scammers! Furious, I immediately dialed 911, then walked out the door toward my car. I originally intended to drive after them, but right before I got in, I calmed down. These people were professional scammers, criminals. I just needed to wait patiently for the real police to arrive. Confronting them myself was way too dangerous. I swallowed my anger, unlocked my car, opened the door, and got in. But the moment I sat down, the passenger door suddenly opened too. Before I could react, a man slid into the passenger seat. Without any hesitation, he grabbed my arm. Then I got a clear look at his face. It was the man who had just impersonated a police officer to scam me! I never expected this guy to track me down and ambush me. Did they make sure the victim had completely left the area after every scam? He stared at me dead in the eye and asked, “Buddy, what are you doing at the community center?” For a second, I didn’t know how to answer. Reason told me not to provoke criminals, so I said, “Just getting some paperwork.” He nodded and said, “Show me the paperwork.” I didn’t have any paperwork! I could only grab the door handle, desperate to get out of there. But the next second, the man suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket. Gripping my arm tightly, he said coldly, “You move, I stab you.” I froze instantly, my mind going completely blank. I had never been held at knifepoint in my entire life. Only then did I realize movies are full of crap. There’s no “staying calm under pressure.” The moment someone actually points a knife at you, your brain short-circuits. You can only stare at the blade, praying internally that he doesn’t plunge it into you! At that moment, the back door opened. The girl from earlier got into the car. She had completely dropped her pitiful act. She casually tossed the crippled Pomeranian aside, chewing gum, and asked, “Did he call the cops?” The man said, “Buddy, show me your phone.” I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. But right then, I saw a security guard walk out from around the corner. Terrified, I quickly rolled down the window and screamed at him: “Security! Help!” I thought that with a witness present, the man wouldn’t dare make a reckless move. Who knew he wouldn’t care at all. The security guard heard my voice, glanced at me, and actually acted like he saw nothing! While I was staring in disbelief, the man suddenly roared at the security guard, “You just let anyone look at the security footage?!” The security guard actually offered an apologetic, fawning expression: “I’m sorry, man. I just went to grab lunch.” “Lock the door when you leave from now on! And delete the footage!” That’s when I realized: this man was connected to the community board, and deeply! So deeply that the security guard could turn a blind eye even when he clearly saw me being held at knifepoint! I had no choice but to meekly hand over my phone. Even though he was the scammer, I was the one carefully apologizing, “Man, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I don’t want the money back, just consider it a tribute to you guys.” He flipped through my phone and said casually, “You actually did call the cops.” The girl in the back seat suddenly flared up. She slapped me hard across the face from behind and cursed, “Call the cops, my ass!” The slap landed hard on my face, making it sting, but the humiliation and pain were nothing compared to my fear of that knife! I whispered, “I’m sorry, I’ll tell the police I made a mistake right now.” The man replied casually, “Don’t say sorry. I can’t let you go.” Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach! I looked down. The man had plunged the knife into my gut! I could feel my abdominal muscles contracting violently. He pulled the knife out, and blood instantly gushed from the wound. My mind was in chaos. I stared at the wound, my head filled with the thought that I was going to die. I had a wife and kids, a mom and dad, but I was going to die! I clutched my stomach, my voice trembling as I spoke: “Why… it wasn’t a big deal, why…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I almost burst into tears. I was so scared. I was terrified of dying! I didn’t understand why I suddenly got into this mess, or why they had to kill me over something so trivial. The girl grabbed my hair and dragged me into the back seat. The man grabbed my legs and shoved me back. I wanted to fight back, but it hurt too much to move! In movies, when the protagonist gets stabbed in the stomach, they can still fight. But when I actually got stabbed, my first reaction was wanting to throw up. It hurt so much my whole body was shaking, and I was getting colder and colder. I could even feel my body temperature dropping as I lost blood. I had absolutely no strength, shivering from the cold! I was shoved into the back seat, my vision starting to go dark. The man got into the driver’s seat and started the car. The girl looked at me with contempt, like I was an animal, completely indifferent to whether I lived or died. Their reactions suggested this wasn’t their first time doing something like this. I wanted to plug the wound. Even with my hands pressing on it, blood kept flowing out. Fighting the dizziness, I grabbed some stickers my daughter played with from the back seat, peeling them off one by one and sticking them over my wound. Seeing what I was doing, the girl didn’t stop me. Instead, she found it hilarious, laughing continuously and telling the man to look at what I was doing. The man glanced back at me and burst out laughing too. My desperate struggle on the brink of death was nothing but a comedy to them. Weakly, I managed to stick all the stickers over my wound. Thank God, these stickers were all plastic-coated, making them harder for the blood to soak through. But eventually, I couldn’t fight off the encroaching darkness and passed out completely. In a daze, I felt like someone was touching me. Everything around me was very loud. I tried to open my eyes many times but had no strength. When I finally woke up, it was already daylight. Something was nuzzling my abdomen. I looked down and saw a dog sniffing my wound! Terrified, I quickly sat up, but the violent movement caused such intense pain I almost passed out again! Perhaps because of my sudden movement, a cacophony of shrill barking erupted around me. Clutching my stomach, I finally realized I was surrounded by dogs. I had been thrown into a massive dog pen, surrounded by fences, topped with wire mesh that reached all the way to the roof. My lips were cracked, and my throat burned with thirst. A pack of dogs stared at me in confusion. Finally, I spotted a large water trough in the corner. Several dogs were drinking from it. I don’t know what kind of primal instinct took over, but I crawled over to the trough, only to find the water inside was filthy, mixed with dog hair and muddy water. Even though I was dying of thirst, I refused to drink it. The psychological hurdle was too high. But I was so thirsty, and my body was alternating between hot and cold. My head felt heavy. I deduced I was probably dealing with an infection and a fever. The agony was unbearable. Eventually, I took off my sock and used it to scoop up water. I held the bulging sock as water filtered through, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth. Even if it was just a sock, it could at least filter out the dog hair and dirt. I used the sock to drink twice before I finally felt less thirsty. Once I regained some mental clarity, I began observing my surroundings. This was a massive dog breeding facility. Aside from the large circular pen I was in, there were many other similar pens. I could see mountains, and not just the foothills—I could see halfway up the slopes. Without a doubt, I was currently at a breeding facility deep in the mountains. Places like this usually need to be far away from residential areas, so the mountains are often a prime choice. While I was observing, I noticed a figure in the distance. It looked like a woman, limping, holding a phone and filming something. Because she was too far away, I couldn’t see clearly. But she stopped at every dog pen to film with her phone for a while before moving on to the next. She was getting closer and closer to me. When she got close enough, I saw her face clearly and was completely dumbfounded, because I recognized this person! She was a local internet personality known as “Kind-Hearted Chloe,” with hundreds of thousands of followers. She was disabled herself, but naturally compassionate. She usually made videos about rescuing sick, disabled, and abandoned dogs. She had even set up donation channels to help these poor animals. Even I had donated twenty bucks to her! Seeing her, I frantically hit the wire mesh and yelled: “Chloe! Can you see me? Help me!” Chloe was filming with her phone. She heard my voice, glanced at me, then ignored me and continued filming. My heart went cold. I understood. Kind-Hearted Chloe. We all thought she was a good person rescuing dogs, and everyone donated to her, hoping she could save more small animals. Now I realized, those sick dogs were probably all their tools. Alive, these dogs were tools to extort money. When they were about to die of illness, even their corpses could turn a profit. Chloe completely ignored me. After finishing her video, she took another dog from a different pen and said into the camera: “The little Golden Retriever with a broken leg that was abandoned by its owner last time is doing much better now. Today, we’re going to continue its treatment.” I didn’t dare yell, because I knew that since she dared to film in front of me, it meant she wasn’t livestreaming. If I dared to make a sound and ruin her video recording, they would definitely torture me again! Chloe took out a medical kit, recording a video, lovingly feeding the little Golden Retriever medicine. An injured dog was receiving treatment, while I, a dying human being, could only cling to life! After Chloe finished filming, she didn’t record my cage at all, simply walking past me. Suddenly, I saw something drop from her hand. I looked down and realized it was medicine. I reached out and pulled the medicine towards me. Veterinary Amoxicillin tablets, veterinary fever reducers, and some rubbing alcohol. These medicines didn’t have cardboard packaging, just the plastic blister packs. I looked at Chloe; she was still recording, acting as if she had absolutely nothing to do with those pills and had seen nothing. I quickly opened the medicine. Many pet medications are universal with human ones, just in much smaller doses. I took several pills and shoved them into my mouth. Then I looked at Chloe again. My intuition told me she was a good person, but she couldn’t be associated with me, not even giving me the cardboard boxes for the medicine. To avoid causing her trouble, after taking the anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing pills, I dug a hole in the dog pen and buried the remaining medication. After taking the medicine, I took off my shirt and lured a nearby puppy to bite it. The puppy, not knowing any better, thought the shirt was a toy and bit down hard, pulling back and forth until the shirt finally tore. I pushed the puppy away and tore the shirt into strips of cloth. Then, I grabbed the stickers covering my wound. Finally steeling myself, I gripped the stickers and ripped them off. The agonizing, soul-tearing pain almost made me scream out loud. I bit down on my teeth so hard I thought they might shatter. With every millimeter the sticker was peeled back, my agony increased exponentially! Blood flowed from the wound. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, pulling until all the stickers were ripped off! I checked the wound. It was still bleeding, but not as heavily as yesterday. Some puppies curiously approached. I waved my hand forcefully, and the wound immediately flared with pain, causing me to hunch over. Gritting my teeth again, I poured the rubbing alcohol directly onto my wound. I had been hunched over, but the moment the alcohol hit the wound, the pain was so intense my legs straightened out! Gasping for air, I wrapped the cloth strips around the wound, tying them as tightly as I could. Simply cleaning the wound drained a massive amount of my energy. I collapsed on the ground, feeling completely drained, but I still managed to dig a hole and bury the alcohol bottle before lying down to rest.

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There were five people in our family. Dad bought 10 crabs. But when they were steamed and served on the table, only 4 were left. Grandma naturally dropped one into her own bowl, leaving mine completely empty like a sick joke. Before I could even pout or feel wronged, Mom, who had just gotten off work late, marched up and snatched the crab right out of Grandma’s bowl with her fork and handed it to me. She glared at her and said, “At your age, do you really deserve the best meat? Here’s a leg, suck on it yourself.” 01 I look exactly like my mom, but my personality is as soft as my maternal grandpa’s. Whenever I came home crying after being bullied, Mom would sigh, wondering how I managed to skip a generation and inherit Grandpa’s temperament. “Chloe, don’t be scared. Mom will teach you. If a boy bullies you, kick him where it hurts. If a girl bullies you, punch her in the chest. Works every time.” She would crouch in front of me, patiently teaching me how to retaliate swiftly and ruthlessly. Sitting nearby, my dad, Mark, would shift uncomfortably, crossing his legs tight, and soon make an excuse about needing a smoke to escape to the porch. I would stare at my mom in innocent confusion, not quite understanding how she could use such a beautiful face to drop eight F-bombs in a single sentence. It wasn’t until I saw her and my maternal grandmother getting drunk and trading dirty jokes that I learned what the phrase “runs in the family” truly meant. Mom was at her wits’ end with my absolute inability to toughen up. She would sigh and tell Dad that one day she’d have to find me a six-foot-four lumberjack to protect me. Fortunately, my younger brother, Leo, stepped up to fill that role early. At barely eight years old, he was already unusually tall, clearly destined to be a big, tough guy. But Leo was energetic and mischievous. Mom and Dad worked and traveled a lot, so they didn’t always have time to watch him, and with my soft personality, Leo wasn’t exactly intimidated by me. That’s when Dad’s mother—my paternal grandmother—chimed in. She said she had plenty of free time to help raise the kids and actively volunteered to move in. My parents thought it would be a great opportunity for us to bond with her, so they didn’t refuse. So, the year Leo was seven and a half and I was twelve, Grandma officially moved in with us. Leo and I didn’t have many memories of her. Aside from visiting her for a few days during the holidays, we hardly ever saw her. But Dad had told us many stories about her life, explaining how hard things were for her when she was young, and reminding us to always love our grandmother. So, I was genuinely looking forward to her arrival. But I was sorely disappointed… “What is this? Why is there such a huge difference between Chloe’s room and Leo’s?” She hadn’t even put her suitcases down before she toured the whole house, hands behind her back. She pointed at my bedroom and asked Dad: “Why does a girl need a room this big? Look at poor Leo, stuck in that little space…” Saying that, she crouched down and asked my brother, who was bouncing a soccer ball, if he wanted to trade rooms with his sister. Leo didn’t say a word. He just rolled his eyes at her, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the front door. “I’m meeting my friends for soccer. Dad, you entertain Grandma yourself!” His attitude made Grandma furious. Even from down the street, we could hear her screaming inside the house about how my mother had raised a disrespectful brat. “Listen to me, you need to toughen up. Just ignore Grandma, you hear?” At the convenience store, Leo bought a Popsicle, broke it in half, and handed me a piece. “At her age, she’s still playing that sexist ‘boys are better than girls’ garbage. Totally delusional.” I held the Popsicle, taking a bite, not really knowing how to respond. After a long pause, I just squeezed out, “She’s our grandma. Surely she won’t be that bad.” “Whatever. I’m just going to have to keep a closer eye on you, otherwise she’ll sell you out and you’ll be happily asking if she got a good price.” Leo sighed helplessly. Standing almost as tall as me, he reached out and pinched my nose. “You’re such a pushover.” “Ugh, stop! Show some respect, I’m your older brother, don’t pinch my nose!” I chased him playfully in the sunlight, angry but laughing, while he dodged me with a grin. I thought the room-swapping comment was just a minor hiccup. I never expected it to be just the beginning. 02 Mom reacted to the room-swapping complaint by cold-laughing and pretending she didn’t hear it. No matter how many outdated, old-school traditions Grandma cited, it was useless. If Mom ignored it, Dad—the ultimate devoted husband—would never agree to it either. As for Leo, the fact that he didn’t actively argue with her face-to-face was already the peak of his respect for his elders. And then there was me. For days, Grandma couldn’t stand the sight of me. But she didn’t dare say anything in front of my parents. Instead, she would corner me in secret, talking about how back in her day, girls were put to work in the fields by age seven. She told me that once I finished middle school, I’d be going back to the country with her to do manual labor. It gave me nightmares for days. I dreamed of angry cows and sheep chasing me, asking why I hadn’t cut the grass for them yet. Leo noticed I looked exhausted and asked what was wrong. I hesitated, genuinely scared, but eventually told him. He didn’t say anything. But that night, he snuck into Grandma’s room wearing a creepy mask and played ghost noises on his phone. It scared the old woman so badly she slipped, fell hard on her tailbone, and had to be rushed to the ER for X-rays and a cast. Before my parents could double-team him with a spanking, Leo sneaked into my room, crouched by my bed, and said: “You know, you’d rather have nightmares for days than just tell me. You might as well stop being my older sister and just be my little sister.” “Come on, call me ‘Big Brother’ and let me enjoy it.” Before I could snap back at him, Mom threw the door open, her face dark like a storm cloud, and hauled him out by his collar. Then came the soprano roaring: “You little punk! You’re getting too bold! First you make your grandmother fall, and now you’re making your sister call you ‘Big Brother’?” “If I don’t keep you in check, you’re gonna start acting like you own this house!!!” Then came the smack smack sounds of a spanking. Leo was tough—he didn’t let out a single cry. A few minutes later, he even provoked Dad, saying, “Didn’t even hurt.” So Dad rolled up his sleeves and tagged in. I hid behind my door, trying to step out and stop them several times, but Leo kept waving me back. He mouthed silently: [I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t get involved, or that old witch will hold a grudge and make your life hell when she gets back.] I nodded, crying. But after a few minutes, I couldn’t hold it in. I ran out and told my parents the whole story, cause and effect. They were stunned, but after hearing me out, they didn’t say much. While Dad was putting an ice pack on Leo’s backside, he turned to me: “Chloe, all those things I told you before… I didn’t mean you have to just take whatever Grandma dishes out. Girls from her generation had it rough, working the fields at eight or nine was normal, but that doesn’t mean it applies today.” Mom took over: “When your dad and I were kids, the hardest thing we ever did was maybe feed the neighbor’s chickens a few times. Ignore your grandmother. Quitting school to do manual labor? That’s total bullshit!” When Mom gets fired up, her language belongs in a dive bar, but beneath the crude words was nothing but fierce love for me. I wiped my tears, nodded, and promised them I wouldn’t listen to Grandma anymore. To me, the incident was over. But it left a massive knot in my mom’s heart. When Grandma got discharged from the hospital, Mom bought her a smartphone and taught her how to use Facebook and TikTok. Whenever Mom had free time, she would send Grandma videos. They were all highly targeted clips with titles like “Gossiping Old Woman Bitten by Dog,” “Mean Grandma Hit by Grocery Cart,” or “Karma: Falling Flowerpot Hits Toxic Elder.” Grandma didn’t know how to block people, so she spent every day with a dark scowl, watching videos of people her exact age suffering horrific accidents because of bad karma. “Don’t be scared of her, Chloe,” Mom said gently while helping me wash my hair in the tub. “Old folks like your grandmother are paper tigers. One match and they go up in smoke.” “Next time she dares to talk trash to you, I’ll have your dad boot her right back to her hometown so she can relive her glorious childhood of farm labor.” 03 Maybe my family’s protectiveness was a bit too obvious, because Grandma never made those kinds of comments to me again. But her dislike for me was very real. Walking home from school, I often saw her chatting with the other elderly ladies in the neighborhood. Whenever my name came up, she would complain that my parents spoiled me, saying I was too pampered and didn’t know my place, and that I’d suffer terribly when I got married. I didn’t understand why, as a woman herself, she felt the need to project such a malicious future onto me. But I had promised my parents and Leo that I wouldn’t take her words to heart. So I walked up to her naturally and said, “Grandma, I’m hungry.” She jumped, sending peanut shells flying from her lap as she stood up. “Oh, Chloe… why… why are you home so early?” “It’s Friday, we get out a period early.” I smiled at her. “Grandma, I’m hungry.” “Listening to you talk, I thought Chloe had turned into a complete delinquent, but she’s just the same sweet girl as always!” Mrs. Henderson, one of the neighbors chatting with her, rolled her eyes at Grandma. “If I hadn’t watched this kid grow up, I’d have thought you were talking about someone else’s daughter.” “Exactly. If you said that about the Smith kid or the Johnson kid, I’d believe it, but Chloe? Give me a break.” The other ladies chimed in, shutting Grandma down. Her face looked awful. She couldn’t take it for more than a minute before making an excuse and hurrying inside. “Chloe, tell your mom to keep a closer eye on her mother-in-law,” Mrs. Henderson called out to me. “We all know your family, we know you’re a good kid. But strangers don’t! She’s out here running her mouth every day, spilling the family’s business like a leaky bucket!” “Okay, I’ll tell Mom!” I said goodbye to the ladies and hurried upstairs. I dropped my backpack and started my homework, planning to tell Mom when she got home later. Dad also came home early that day. He was carrying a large styrofoam cooler and mysteriously called Leo and me over to look. “Wow! These crabs are huge!” Leo picked up two massive Blue crabs, holding one in each hand to play with. “Dad, let’s not eat them yet. Let me play with them for a couple of days.” “You little punk, if you play with them for two days they’ll be dead and rotting. You can play with them for a bit right now.” “Awesome! Then we can eat rotten crab!” “You little brat!” I gently poked a bubbling crab with a chopstick, smiling as I listened to them bicker. Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen, saw the cooler of crabs, and looked incredibly moved. “Mark, how did you know I was craving crab lately?” “Huh? You like crab, Mom?” Dad scratched his head. “I never heard you mention it. I would have bought more. There’s only 10 here.” “That’s plenty, plenty!” Grandma came out and carried the cooler into the kitchen. “That’s more than enough!” Without the crabs to play with, Leo huffed and went back to his room. I didn’t have much to say to Grandma, so I went back to mine too. It wasn’t until the rich, savory smell of steamed seafood filled the entire house that we finally came out and sat at the dining table. “So big!” Leo drooled looking at the plate. Grandma smiled and served him the two biggest ones. Then she gave Dad two. But when it came to me, the plate was empty. “Mom?” Dad paused with his fork and looked at her. “Where’s Chloe’s?” “What’s the rush? Don’t you see I don’t have one either? The rest aren’t done steaming yet.” Grandma took a bite of her green bean casserole. “Big crabs take longer to steam. We have to wait for the others, or we’ll get food poisoning.” That made sense, so Dad didn’t say anything else. But as we ate, hearing the crack crack of Leo breaking crab shells made me feel a little left out. “I’ll let you have one to satisfy your craving, look at you pouting.” Suddenly, a bright red crab appeared in my bowl. Leo bumped my arm. “But I get to pick your biggest one later!” “Okay.” I smiled and picked up the crab, but just as I was about to crack the shell, Grandma snatched it away with her tongs. “Why are you taking his? There’s barely enough to go around as it is. What kind of older sister acts like this?” I was stunned. I watched helplessly as Grandma dropped the crab back into Leo’s bowl and pressed it down into his rice. Instantly, the crab was covered in sticky white rice. My heart gave a sharp twinge, and my eyes welled up. “What are you doing?! I wanted to give it to her! Mind your own business!” Leo slammed his fork down and stood up, furious. “Leo Evans!!!” Seeing Leo about to start swearing, Dad got angry. “She is your grandmother! Do not speak to her like that!” “Just because she’s old doesn’t mean she’s great! Why does she get to bully my sister?!” “…Grandma might not know how to express it, but she doesn’t hate your sister. Didn’t you notice her bowl is empty too?!” That argument shut Leo down. It was true. Grandma hadn’t eaten a crab either. Snatching Leo’s away didn’t necessarily mean she was targeting me. So I swallowed the lump in my throat, rubbed my eyes, and kept eating my rice. Leo didn’t say a word. He picked up his dropped fork, walked over to Grandma, muttered a stiff “Sorry,” then went to the kitchen to grab a clean fork. Dinner resumed, but the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive. Dad tried to give me the crab from his bowl, but I refused. I looked at Grandma and said quietly, “Grandma hasn’t had one yet. Give it to her first.” Dad patted my head and praised me for being so mature. And just like that, the crab went into Grandma’s mouth. Even after dinner ended, the steamer pot in the kitchen was still humming. I figured saving the remaining four crabs for a late-night snack with Mom wasn’t a bad idea, so I didn’t bring it up. But late into the night, after Mom had showered and was sitting on the couch with a face mask watching Netflix, the crabs still hadn’t appeared. I couldn’t describe how I felt. My eyes just burned, and I wanted to cry. “What’s wrong, Chloe? Did your brother prank you again?” Mom waved me over. “Don’t cry. As soon as I take this mask off, I’ll go beat him up for you.” “Sniff… Mom…” I buried my face in her shoulder. “Why doesn’t Grandma like me?” “Huh? Her?…” Mom pulled me onto her lap and stroked my hair. “Because she’s brain-damaged. She suffered when she was young, so now she wants to tear up everyone else’s umbrella. She’s crazy, just ignore her.” “Today she…” Hugging Mom’s arm, I told her exactly what happened. Hearing this, Mom ripped her face mask off and marched me right into the kitchen. “Crabs, huh? Well, Mom’s on her period so I shouldn’t eat much seafood anyway. You can eat all four of them, kiddo.” She smiled and opened the fridge. “We won’t give any to that little brat. They’re all yours.” I smiled through my tears and nodded vigorously. But we turned the entire kitchen upside down and couldn’t find the remaining crabs. Logically, there should have been six left. Yet aside from a lingering seafood smell in the air, there were zero crabs. Mom took a deep breath, grabbed my hand, and marched to Grandma’s bedroom door, knocking loudly. The heavy, rhythmic pounding reflected exactly how impatient Mom was. Leo poked his head out of his room, signing to me to ask what was wrong. I shook my head and told him, “The crabs are missing.” “What? You STILL haven’t eaten?!” Leo sprinted out of his room, completely baffled. “It’s been like six hours! How have you not eaten yet?” “…” I didn’t answer. I just hung my head in silence. 04 “What are you doing this late?! I’m trying to sleep!” Grandma opened the door, her face dark. “I don’t keep the same crazy hours as you people.” “Oh! I thought you were hiding in your room eating in secret and were too scared to open the door!” Mom rolled her eyes, pushed past her, walked into the room, and sat down, crossing her legs. “Where are my crabs? Mark bought crabs and I haven’t seen a single leg. Where did you hide them?!” “Who said they were for you? Mark bought those to respect his mother!” “Please. You’ve probably never even seen a crab in your village, why would he buy them for you?” Mom tossed her hair, her expression full of absolute disdain. “Stop changing the subject. Where are my crabs!” “You!” Grandma choked on her rage, rolled her eyes, and aimed her guns at me. “Well aren’t you something, Chloe. I stop you from stealing your brother’s crab at dinner, so you go crying to your mother behind my back? You don’t even—” “I said stop changing the subject! WHERE ARE THE CRABS!!!” Mom slammed her fist on the table, stood up, and towered over Grandma. “I’m asking you a question! Dare to say one more word about Chloe and see what happens!” The room was packed with gunpowder. Grandma glared at me venomously and shut her mouth. I took a step back, feeling a chill run down my spine. I didn’t understand why Grandma was looking at me with such pure hatred. Was it just because I asked about the food that was supposed to be mine? Leo stepped in front of me, glaring back at her. “Let me guess, you only served four crabs on purpose just to mess with my sister and make sure she couldn’t eat, right?!” “What kind of grandmother are you? Even Mrs. Henderson next door treats us better!” “YOU!!!” Grandma clutched her chest and collapsed onto the floor, wailing, “I’m so old and I have to suffer like this! I don’t want to live anymore!!!” She was making so much noise that Dad, who was up in his second-floor office, got startled and hurried down to see what was going on. Seeing Dad, Grandma found her savior. She immediately grabbed him and demanded he mediate. “Crabs? Why are we fighting about crabs again?” Dad was confused and looked at Mom. “Did Leo complain to you? He was the one out of line this afternoon, you can’t just listen to his nonsense.” “Does your son look like the kind of kid who complains when he loses?! It was your daughter!” Mom impatiently kicked the bedroom door. “Your wonderful mother lied to Chloe’s face, telling her to wait for her food, and now it’s almost the next day and she hasn’t had a single bite!” “No way. Mom!” Dad looked at Grandma in disbelief. “Didn’t you say you’d bring them to her room later? Where are the crabs?!” “Yeah! Where are they!” Mom crossed her arms and sneered. “Where did you hide them? If you love them so much, why don’t you take them back to your farm and plant them in the dirt? Maybe you’ll grow a whole crab tree next spring.” 05 The pressure was entirely on Grandma. The glaring eyes were practically burning holes through her. Seeing that Dad wasn’t defending her, Grandma sat on the floor and started wailing again: “Why am I even alive?! Interrogating me over a few stupid crabs! Oh, Mark’s father, why did you have to die so early?!” When old people decide to be utterly unreasonable, it’s incredibly draining. But Mom’s temper was notoriously stubborn and fierce. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at Leo. The smart kid instantly got the memo. He dragged a huge basket of snacks from the living room cabinet, set it on the desk, and pulled me down to sit beside him, eating chips while watching Grandma cry. At first, Dad wanted to say something, but after catching the suppressed, violent rage in Mom’s eyes, he wisely kept his mouth shut. So, in Grandma’s bedroom, the four of us sat in a row on the bed, each holding a bag of snacks, munching away while watching Grandma weep on the floor. “Here, crab-flavored sunflower seeds. Eat these first so you don’t starve.” Leo handed me a bag, clicking his tongue in awe at the wailing woman on the floor. “This is my first time seeing an adult throw a literal tantrum on the floor up close. Really expanding my horizons here.” Hearing this, Mom laughed. “Well, you got a free show. Hurry up and thank your grandmother.” Dad and I stayed silent, chewing our snacks and waiting patiently. We waited for about four or five minutes. Grandma finally ran out of energy to cry. She sat on the floor, glaring at us. “Done crying? If you’re done, let’s talk about the crabs.” Mom spoke lazily. “If you can’t explain it clearly, you can go back to crying. I’m in no rush.” Lying on the floor, Grandma gritted her teeth in pure hatred. She suddenly scrambled up, pointed at Mom, and screamed: “So what if I just didn’t want you two eating them?! I gave the rest of those crabs away to the neighbors, and I made sure not to save a single bite for you!” Then she turned and pointed a wrinkled finger at me. “Such a manipulative little schemer at this age! Running your mouth and complaining! Let me tell you something—where I grew up, a useless little thing like you would have been thrown in the river and drowned the second you were born!!” The sheer malice in her words was terrifying. I shrank back, shivering in absolute fear, almost dropping my bag of snacks. “You motherf—!!!” Mom lunged off the bed straight at her. “How DARE you say that to Chloe!” Mom wasn’t a big woman, but according to her, she used to be the toughest girl in her high school. She was never afraid of a fight, routinely taking on six people at once. So, from the moment she lunged to the moment she tackled Grandma onto the bed, pinning her down, the rest of us were in total shock. Dad reacted the fastest. He rushed over, grabbed Mom, and physically peeled her off Grandma: “Sarah, calm down, calm down! Two more punches and you’ll actually kill the old lady!” “Yeah, Mom! Going to jail for manslaughter isn’t worth it!” Snapping out of his shock, Leo chimed in: “I’m weak, I’ll take the assault charge! Let me get revenge for my sister!” Saying that, he tried to dive onto the bed to claw at Grandma. Luckily, Dad had quick reflexes and snagged Leo by the collar, hauling him back. Otherwise, there was no telling how badly Grandma would have been beaten. Honestly, I never expected things to escalate like this. I watched in a daze as Dad played human shield, blocking Mom and Leo, who had both transformed into ferocious dragons. “I don’t want to live!!!” Grandma, who had been pushed down, wailed even louder, rolling around on the floor. “Beating me over a few crabs! Just let me die!”

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I thought my ex-husband talked too much. So, after the divorce, I found myself a mute boyfriend. My “little mute” was young, sweet, and practically perfect in my eyes. One day, I went to his college dorm to pick him up. Instead, I overheard a conversation with his roommate. “Cam, how long are you going to keep pretending?” “Until I get bored.” 01 Just as I stepped into the men’s dorm hallway, I heard someone laughing. “Cam, what’s it like playing the mute card to hook up with your own aunt?” I subconsciously stopped and stood by the door. After a long pause, a deeper voice replied. “It’s whatever.” Through the crack in the door, I saw a tall college boy sitting on a chair, legs crossed. His eyelids drooped, giving him an incredibly aloof, “over-it” look. “So when are you going to dump her? Isn’t it annoying not being able to talk every day?” “Is it annoying for you to talk every day?” He spun his phone in his hand, looking utterly impatient. “I’ll do it when I get bored.” I didn’t make a sound. Pretending I hadn’t heard anything, I turned and walked back downstairs. I sent him a text: “I’m here, where are you?” The reply came quickly. “Got it, coming right down!” Seconds later, a figure dashed out of the dorm building. Cameron Reed was still wearing the same black hoodie. But the annoyed expression was gone, replaced by a sunny, enthusiastic face. He walked up to me with a wide grin, looked down, and tapped on his phone. [Hey, did you wait long?] “Not too long.” He looked at me for two seconds, blinked, and typed again. [You look upset. Are you annoyed from waiting?] I turned to look at the boy holding up his phone, carefully trying to please me. I let out a breath. “No, just work stuff.” [Oh.] The boy lowered his eyes, looking disappointed. This demeanor was too different from what I had just seen in his dorm. It almost made me doubt if the previous scene was just my imagination. He sat obediently in the passenger seat, then suddenly thought of something. [Can you wait a few more minutes?] I nodded, and he immediately opened the car door and ran out. While waiting for him, I hesitated for a moment before clicking on Richard Sterling’s profile. “You mentioned before that you have a nephew. What’s his name?” Soon, the man I hadn’t contacted in ages replied. Richard: “Cameron Reed.” Richard: “Why?” I was about to reply when the car door suddenly opened. I hurriedly shoved my phone into my pocket as Cameron got in. With one hand in his pocket, he buckled his seatbelt and then suddenly pulled out a lollipop. Strawberry flavored. He pushed it toward me. “For me?” The boy nodded, [Don’t be mad anymore, okay?] 02 I was a low-income student sponsored by Richard Sterling. Marrying him was purely because he needed it. He needed an obedient, compliant wife to deal with his grandfather pushing him to get married. And I was the perfect, easily manipulated candidate. While we were together, I rarely had the chance to learn about his family. But I did have a vague impression of this nephew who was always shipped off to boarding schools. A reckless, spoiled rich kid. A young master whose wild antics gave even Richard headaches. And this very terror was now sitting next to me, looking like a total angel. Putting on such a good act—I found it quite amusing. The car stopped at a red light, and I looked at him. “Kiss me.” The boy froze, then his eyes gradually deepened. I didn’t need to ask twice; he leaned over and grabbed my chin. And gave me a solid, passionate kiss. No matter how well Cameron pretended in daily life, he could never hide that primal, predatory instinct when things got physical. Suddenly, a car next to us honked twice. Before I could react, it honked again. I turned and saw the window of the adjacent car rolling down. Revealing a very familiar face. Richard Sterling? I tensed up instinctively, but then realized he couldn’t control me anymore. The man’s expression was far from pleasant, his tone sarcastic. “So desperate you can’t even wait?” I flashed a smile. “Young people have a lot of energy. Forgive the show, Mr. Sterling.” Richard’s face darkened, his gaze bypassing me to look at the passenger seat. I subconsciously tensed and blocked his view. “The light’s green, I shouldn’t hold up traffic.” With that, I rolled up my window first. Looking at Cameron again, he was staring out the window, lost in thought. I suddenly wondered what Richard’s expression would have been if he had discovered that the person passionately kissing me today was his own nephew. But this situation was too interesting. I really didn’t want it to end just yet. 03 As soon as we got inside my apartment, Cameron couldn’t wait and threw himself at me. He held me urgently, kissing my lips. [I don’t like him.] “Don’t like who?” [Your ex-husband.] “Oh.” I leaned in, brushing against his earlobe. “What a coincidence, I don’t like him either.” He scooped me up with one arm and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a gasp and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. He silently smirked, a flash of triumph in his eyes. I suddenly remembered what his roommate asked him today. “What’s it like hooking up with your aunt?” He said, “It’s whatever.” But I felt differently. Hooking up with my ex-husband’s nephew. That feeling… was fucking fantastic. Richard used to be wild too. But it was the wildness of someone in power. It was all taking; I didn’t enjoy it at all. But Cameron was different. I knew he was trying to please me. This pleasure reached its peak after discovering his true identity. Just as he was impatiently trying to get started. My doorbell suddenly rang. [Ignore it.] Soon, the doorbell turned into my phone ringing. “Must be something important.” I patted Cameron’s head soothingly. And grabbed the phone with one hand. “Open the door.” It was Richard. “I’m not home.” “I saw your car, open the door.” I paused. “It’s not a good time right now.” The person outside seemed to be lighting a cigarette. “Are you with that guy?” “We’re divorced, it’s none of your business.” “Then let’s get remarried.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed shocked by them himself. Neither of us said anything else. A faint static hummed through the phone line. I spoke first. “You’re drunk. Have your assistant take you home.” “Open the door first.” “It’s really not a good time.” “Heh, Audrey, you’re getting bolder and bolder.” He let out a scoff, as if remembering something. “Wait, I almost forgot. Taking advantage of me being drunk to steal a kiss, playing dumb to propose to me—you’ve always been pretty bold.” The call ended. I was still caught up in Richard’s words. I really did love him back then. The first time I saw Richard was right after I started college. Full of reckless courage, I marched into his company just to see the benefactor who sponsored me. Falling for him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I never thought I’d actually marry him one day. After getting married, I lived in my own pink bubble. Thinking my love alone could sustain a relationship for two. Until Chloe’s appearance shattered my dream. [Audrey?] A hand reached from behind me. I turned around. Cameron was standing right behind me. I was suddenly very curious. If this guy knew that the real reason Richard and I divorced was because of another woman… What would he do? Would he go play the mute to seduce Chloe? The mute act is getting old, maybe he could pretend to have a limp… Thinking this, I couldn’t help but laugh. I patted Cameron’s cheek. “I’m not really in the mood right now. Let’s take a rain check.” With that, I stood up and put on my robe. Completely missing the increasingly complex expression on Cameron’s face. 04 That night, I was sleeping groggily when a vibration woke me up. S: [Cam, we’re just waiting on you at The Enigma.] S: [Got some really hot girls here, you sure you don’t want a drink?] That’s when I realized. I was holding Cameron’s phone. Hearing the shower running in the bathroom, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. A few minutes later, Cameron came out. Afraid of waking me, he tiptoed to his side of the bed. He picked up his phone, swiped a few times, tossed it aside, and grabbed his jacket. I pretended to just wake up and opened my eyes. “Going out?” [My advisor needs to see me about something. I have to go back to campus.] “Now? It’s almost midnight.” Cameron spread his hands in a helpless gesture. I scoffed inwardly. It was a waste of talent that this rich kid hadn’t gone into acting. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I patted his head comfortingly. “A senior’s life is a tough one, no human rights. I get it.” I waited a few minutes after Cameron left before slowly getting out of bed. I grabbed my car keys and followed him out. Honestly, it wasn’t for anything specific, just curiosity. I wanted to see what the real Cameron, who played the sweet, pitiful boy for me, was actually like. After all, the first time I met Cameron. Was at the hospital. I had just had surgery. I couldn’t move easily and needed to hire an aide. Cameron was the one who applied for the job. Initially, I was hesitant about him. Not because he was “deaf-mute,” but because I wanted a female aide. But the boy was incredibly persistent. [I’ve taken care of my mom since I was little, I’m very experienced.] [I promise I can do whatever they can do, and do it well.] I had to admit, in that moment, my heart softened. I didn’t have a father. My mother was paralyzed, and I had taken care of her since I was little, just like he claimed to have done. Later, if it hadn’t been for Richard’s sponsorship. I probably wouldn’t have even finished high school. So, I let him stay. It was exactly as Cameron had promised. He was sweet, hardworking, and incredibly thoughtful. Other aides would sneak out to rest whenever they had a chance. Only he stayed by my side all day long. Emptying my bedpans and urinals. When I was feeling down, he tried every possible way to cheer me up. My appetite was terrible then, so this guy cooked for me himself. He’d arrange the bento boxes into cute cartoon characters just to coax me into taking a bite. The old lady in the next bed laughed watching him. She told me, “This kid is treating you like you’re his girlfriend.” So later, it was only natural that we started dating. During all this time, I never doubted Cameron’s identity. He would often uncontrollably use sign language with me. Sometimes, when he was in the mood, I’d even have him teach me a few signs. Even in our most passionate moments, he never made a sound. He just looked at me with those wet, puppy-dog eyes, like a satisfied dog. Of course, the biggest reason I never doubted him was. What kind of spoiled rich kid could endure this much! He was so patient I almost wondered if he thought he was some historical figure enduring hardship to build character! 05 I used to be a regular at bars, too. Most of the time, I was brought there by Richard. He drank, I drove. And on the way back, we did all sorts of crazy things in his obnoxiously aggressive Hummer. Shaking off the memories, I was about to look for Cameron’s private booth. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me. “Came specifically to find me?” I looked up. Richard had actually appeared in front of me. “You refused to see me earlier, and now you can’t wait to run over here. Playing hard to get?” “I’m here to find my boyfriend.” I avoided his intense gaze, turned, and tried to leave. But he tightened his grip on my wrist and pulled me straight into a men’s bathroom stall. “Richard!” “Yell louder, let’s get everyone in here.” I glared at him. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. “Did he kiss you here today?” “None of your business, let me go!” “The little kitten is showing her claws. You’ve changed quite a bit since the divorce.” Richard scoffed. “Break up with him.” “Why should I?” “Audrey, you should know I hate it when people touch my things.” His finger traced my cheek. “There’s a limit to throwing tantrums. Don’t dance on my landmines.” I was about to argue back, but he continued. “Agreeing to the divorce was granting your wish. It doesn’t mean you can escape my control. I blame myself for giving you too much freedom this past year. It made you forget who you belong to.” Richard was domineering and arrogant. If he wanted to, he could make all my efforts in work and life vanish into thin air. But what gave him the right? What gave a man who betrayed our marriage the right to say such things so brazenly? “You already have Chloe, isn’t that enough?” At the mention of that name, Richard furrowed his brow in disgust. “I told you, there’s nothing going on between me and her.” “Nothing? Photos of you two kissing were all over the tabloids!” “Yeah, it was just a kiss. Is that worth throwing a fit over?” You couldn’t reason with him. What a piece of trash! I didn’t want to listen to him anymore and forcefully tried to break free from his grip. Suddenly, a man’s voice came from outside. “Uncle Richard, are you done in there?” My whole body froze. Cameron? Richard was about to push the door open and walk out, but I yanked him back. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I avoided his sharp gaze. Richard stopped moving and asked, “What is it?” Separated only by a thin wall, Cameron’s slightly impatient voice drifted over. “I’m heading out. Let me borrow your driver.” “So early?” “Yeah.” Richard called his driver, and only then did Cameron leave. Before he left, he whistled. “Still going strong for an old guy. Have fun.” Looking up, I met Richard’s thoughtful gaze. “You know Cam?” “No.” “Then why did you avoid him?” “A man and a woman alone in a men’s bathroom stall… Mr. Sterling might not care about his reputation, but I care about mine.” With that, I kicked the door open. This time, Richard didn’t stop me.

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My arrogant, domineering childhood nemesis suddenly went blind. He lost his job, his girlfriend ran off, and with nowhere else to go, he came to me for refuge. I took care of him for half a month, until I accidentally saw a text message on his phone. “You little faker, you’re putting on quite the show.” “How long are you planning to crash there?” That night, I silently swapped my cotton teddy bear pajamas for a hot, silk slip dress. 01 Mason Sterling had been crashing at my place for half a month when I accidentally saw his phone screen light up. “Has your little childhood sweetheart realized you’re faking it yet?” “Half a month of playing the blind guy is enough, right?” “If you don’t come back soon, the company is actually going to collapse!” The sound of running water stopped. Mason was done with his shower. A moment later, his pitiful voice echoed from inside. “Chloe, I can’t get out by myself~” I marked the messages as unread, placed the phone exactly where I found it, and slowly walked over. Inside the bathroom. Mason sat on the edge of the toilet, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His head was bowed, and he was twiddling his thumbs like a wronged child. “Hearing” me walk in, his face contorted into a pout. “What took you so long? “You know I feel insecure after going blind, yet you’re taking your sweet time. “I was so scared sitting alone in this dark, damp place.” I let out a soft scoff. “Got it. This humble servant is here to escort the young master to bed.” Only then did Mason reluctantly stand up. It wasn’t until he was safely tucked into the guest bedroom that I changed out of my conservative cotton bear pajamas. I reached into my closet and pulled out a hot, sexy, silk slip dress. I put on a full face of bold makeup and knocked on Mason’s door again. “I’m heading out for a bit.” “Where are you going this late?” “Grocery shopping.” Mason raised an eyebrow. The sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue was forcefully swallowed back down. “Grocery shopping at this hour? I’m blind, Chloe, not stupid.” “Oh, so you aren’t stupid…” I dragged out the syllables playfully, then went up on my tiptoes. My lips grazed the man’s ear. “You’re right, I’m not going grocery shopping.” “But where I’m going isn’t suitable for a little blind boy. “Be a good boy and wait for me at home.” 02 Mason Sterling was the quintessential spoiled rich kid. My mom was the Sterling family’s live-in housekeeper. Growing up, I practically lived at the Sterling estate. Since childhood, this young master had a terrible temper—volatile, arrogant, and incredibly childish. His absolute favorite pastime was bullying me. But I was no pushover. When he ordered me to massage his arms and legs, I charged him by the minute and scammed him out of his allowance. When he tried to scare me with caterpillars, I immediately snitched to his parents and claimed he was bullying his classmates. We fought our way from kindergarten all the way to high school. Our dynamic finally shifted during the summer before our junior year. We were walking home together after late-night SAT prep. Out of nowhere, he asked, “Want to kiss?” I said, “Sure.” And just like that, we started dating. The year we graduated, he completely rejected his family’s plans to send him to Europe for college. Instead, he applied to Boston University—the exact same school as me. I thought it was because of me, until I accidentally overheard him talking to his friends. “Chloe? I’d have to be literally blind to actually fall for her! “Please, I’m only going to Boston for Lexi!” Lexi Harper. The absolute beauty of our graduating class. Whenever our school hosted events, she and Mason were the designated co-hosts. They were everyone’s golden couple. I didn’t cause a scene. I just quietly changed my college application at the last minute. I blocked Mason on everything. I moved to Seattle and didn’t speak a single word to him for seven entire years. Until a few days ago, when my mom suddenly called me. She told me Mason had been in a terrible car accident and completely lost his sight. “He wants to go to Seattle to relax and get away from everything. You two grew up together, Chloe. Please, help take care of him.” The Sterling family had always been kind to us. Morally and logically, I couldn’t say no. When I rushed to the airport, the once-arrogant heir looked like an abandoned puppy standing on the curb, gripping a white cane. “Long time no see.” He froze, then replied, “Long time no see.” He paused, letting out a bitter laugh. “Though I guess I don’t really have a chance to ‘see’ you anymore.” A wave of indescribable emotion hit my chest. I patted him on the shoulder. “Come on. I’m taking you home!” 03 Facts have proven that feeling sorry for a man only leads to misfortune. As the cold night wind hit me, I pulled my coat tighter and instantly snapped back to reality. The apartment was mine. The heating was mine. Why was I the one getting pushed out the door?! He should be the one to get out! Just as I turned around, preparing to storm back inside, someone called my name. “Chloe?” “Mr. Vance?” Ethan Vance had traded his usual crisp business suit for a beige athletic set. His hair was slightly damp, indicating he had just finished a night run. “Are you heading out?” Given my current outfit, claiming I was just taking out the trash would be an insult to his intelligence. I nodded. “I’m going to get a drink.” “By yourself?” “Yeah.” Ethan chuckled softly. “What a coincidence. I was just heading out for a drink too. Want company?” I almost laughed out loud. Going for a drink immediately after a sweaty cardio session? What a terrible excuse. But I didn’t expose his lie. I just ran my fingers through my long hair. “Sure.” Ethan was the newly appointed director of my department. A Stanford grad, returning from overseas. He was gentle, gentlemanly, came from serious money—the textbook definition of a high-value bachelor. The day he took the job, half the girls in the office swooned. I had observed him for a while. He arrived at exactly 8:00 AM and left at exactly 7:00 PM. He bought a black coffee every morning and hit the gym every night. His life was incredibly disciplined. Naturally, he became my “target.” At the time, I perfectly timed my commutes to fake “accidental” encounters. I “coincidentally” ordered the same coffee at his favorite cafe. I even went out of my way to buy a ridiculously expensive membership at his gym. But I had only gone twice before Mason suddenly crashed into my life and ruined my plans. I had been so busy serving the blind young master lately that I had completely forgotten about Ethan. But clearly, sometimes when pursuing a man, the “cold shoulder” treatment works best. Ethan had actually taken the bait. We didn’t take Ethan’s car to go drinking. While we were waiting for an Uber, he glanced at me and asked, “Cold?” I gave a very calculated, delicate shiver and rubbed my arms. “A little.” He smiled faintly, took off his jacket, and handed it to me. “Do you mind?” “Of course not.” Our eyes met. Between adults, some signals don’t require words. I draped Ethan’s jacket over my shoulders and was about to speak when my phone started buzzing relentlessly. Mason: “When are you coming back?” Mason: “You aren’t here and I just fell over.” Mason: “I’m craving a late-night chili dog, can you grab me one on your way back?” Seeing that last text, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He couldn’t even fake being blind properly. What kind of blind person furiously speed-texts on an iPhone?! “What are you looking at? You’re smiling so happily.” “Just looking at a dog.” Ethan stepped back into a polite, respectful stance. “A pet?” “You could say that. I just adopted him recently.” A dog who fakes being blind. Worse than an actual dog. I shoved my phone into my pocket and dropped the subject. That night, Ethan escorted me all the way back to my apartment building. “I haven’t seen you at the gym lately.” “I’ve had some family stuff to deal with.” “Night run tomorrow?” I hadn’t expected Ethan to be this proactive, but I was thrilled. “Sure. I’m a beginner though, so I’ll be relying on you to guide me.” Ethan’s lips curled into a smile. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.” When I walked into my apartment, Mason was sitting alone on the living room sofa. I jumped in surprise. “Why are you sitting here in the pitch black?” Mason’s tone was airy and tragic. “Day or night, what difference does it make to me? “It’s all just endless darkness anyway.” He was getting way too into this role. Suddenly, he leaned closer to me and wrinkled his nose. “You drank?” “Mhm.” “And you smell like a man.” I looked down, realizing I was still wearing Ethan’s jacket. I didn’t expose Mason’s terrible acting. I just patted his head. “So smart.” “Who is it?” “Is that any of your business?” Mason froze. He looked at me, his eyes perfectly “vacant.” “Do you… not want me anymore?” The question caught me completely off guard. Before I could respond, Mason kept going. “Seven years ago, you left without saying goodbye. “But I don’t recall ever agreeing to break up. “Chloe, are you still my girlfriend?” 04 Girlfriend? The word felt burning hot. It rolled around on my tongue before I finally swallowed it down. I let out a soft laugh. “Are you saying you want to pursue me?” “Can I? Can we keep being together?” “Of course.” I leaned in, my warm breath brushing against Mason’s ear. “But… it depends on your performance.” Mason’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “What kind of performance?” “I happen to like good boys.” In truth, I really did love Mason back then. During the confusing rush of puberty, he was the only boy occupying my thoughts. We held hands secretly in crowds and kissed in the quiet shadows. During the year we dated, I gave him endless patience and affection. Childhood sweethearts. I truly believed we were going to make it to the end. Until that summer, when he told his friends: “I’d have to be crazy to actually fall in love with the maid’s daughter. “Besides her pretty face, what part of her even acts like a girl? “Look at Lexi—she’s so sweet and obedient. If I wasn’t worried about distracting Lexi from her SATs, do you think I would have picked Chloe?” The irony was, after Mason’s car crash, the “sweet and obedient” girl dumped him immediately. That night, I slept terribly. I had disjointed, fragmented dreams. I dreamt of our elementary school sports day. I fainted from low blood sugar, and Mason sprinted over and put me on his back. He was a scrawny kid, but he stubbornly refused to put me down. Eventually, his legs gave out, and he collapsed holding me right at the clinic doors. Under the blazing sun, we looked at each other and laughed like two complete idiots. I dreamt of being bullied by older boys. He tried to fight them off and ended up getting beaten black and blue. Wincing through the pain, he still tilted his chin up and bragged to me, “You should see the other guys!” During my senior year, I stayed at the Sterling mansion, and the young master personally tutored me in math. When I couldn’t grasp a concept, he’d mock me, saying my brain was full of concrete. I’d give him the silent treatment, and he would shower me with feather-light kisses from my forehead down to my nose. Every kiss was a soft, silent I’m sorry. I cried in my sleep. Eventually, I woke up with wet cheeks. Maybe even now, I still didn’t understand. How did two people who cared about each other so much end up like this? I woke up with a pounding headache. The inexplicable melancholy carried all the way to work. In the elevator, Ethan stood impeccably dressed in his tailored suit. With his gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like the epitome of refined restraint. But I wasn’t in the mood to chat, so I just gave a polite nod. The moment I stepped into my office, Ethan texted me. Ethan: “Didn’t sleep well last night?” I yawned and typed a careless reply. Me: “Yeah, ran into my crush last night. Was too excited to sleep.” Ethan: “Is that so? That crush is a very lucky man.” Ethan: “I accidentally bought an extra coffee. Want it?” Me: “Accidentally?” Ethan: “Alright, I bought it specifically for you. Will you do me the honor of drinking it?” Before I could text back, my office desk phone rang. Ethan’s professional, authoritative voice came through the line. “Chloe, come to my office for a moment.” I hung up, and a coworker leaned over. “The boss wants to see you first thing in the morning?” I faked a heavy sigh. She patted my shoulder sympathetically. “Good luck.” I smiled, grabbed a random file to look busy, and walked over. I gave a very professional knock on his door. Seeing me walk in, Ethan smiled and handed me a paper bag. It was from the cafe he frequented. I didn’t take it immediately. I smiled and asked, “Does this count as an abuse of power?” “The coffee doesn’t. Using work as an excuse to get you into my office does.” “Is this a classic Ethan Vance tactic?” “It’s my first time trying it, so I’m a bit rusty.” Only then did I take the cup. I looked down and took a sip. Iced Americano. The bitterness made me frown slightly. Back when I was trying to catch his attention, I had bought a few of these. But compared to black coffee, I heavily preferred lattes. Not planning to force myself to drink something bitter, I pressed my lips firmly against the rim, leaving a perfect lipstick mark. I set the cup back down on his desk. “I’ll leave a little marker and store it here. It’ll give you a few more excuses to abuse your power.” Ethan clearly hadn’t expected such a bold move. He raised an eyebrow, then let out a low chuckle. The way he looked at me held ten times more interest than before. Right before I clocked out, Ethan texted me again. Ethan: “See you tonight?” I tapped my fingers on the desk, waited a few minutes, and replied: “OK.” 05 “You’re going out again?” I had just changed into my running gear when Mason blocked the door, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Where are you going tonight? Don’t tell me you’re buying groceries again.” “I’m going running with a friend.” “Friend? Guy or girl?” Hearing that, I couldn’t help but laugh. “As far as I’m aware, you haven’t won me back yet.” Mason froze. I reached out and tapped a single finger against his chest. “So, don’t act like a jealous, neglected husband demanding a status report.” Mason looked annoyed. “But you said you’d give me a chance.” “I did. That’s why you need to be a good, obedient boy. Understand?” As I was about to leave, Mason suddenly spoke up. “Chloe, did I mention this? “My blindness was caused by a blood clot pressing on my optic nerve. “It might fully heal, or it might be permanent. It depends on luck.” Hearing that, I nearly laughed right in his face. The young master was actually using his brain. A blood clot pressing on the nerve. Depends on luck. What a perfect excuse to give himself a way out whenever he needed one. I feigned immense joy. “It can be cured?! That’s amazing!” Before Mason could respond, I kept pushing. “So are you planning to stay here until you’re fully healed, or are you heading home in a few days?” Mason’s face went rigid. “Chloe?” “I’m really running late! We’ll talk when I get back!” I ignored him and walked straight out the door. Downstairs, Ethan was already waiting for me. “Sorry, I’m late.” “I just got here too.” Ethan smoothly handed me a bottle of water. As I took it, our fingers brushed against each other before slowly sliding apart. The air was thick with tension. Ethan cleared his throat softly. “You didn’t finish your coffee earlier today.” “I know. What did you do with it?” “I poured the coffee out.” “What a waste.” “I kept the cup.” I looked up at him. He smiled faintly. “I couldn’t bear to throw it away.” “A man like you, getting attached to a paper cup?” “I have plenty of cups. But there’s only one with a certain someone’s lipstick mark.” I tilted my head, looking straight into his eyes. He held my gaze, completely unapologetic. I knew it. Ethan was hooked. After that day, I ran with Ethan every single night. Sometimes we talked about work, but mostly we talked about our lives. On weekends, we started grabbing dinner together. Spending so much time with Ethan meant I inevitably started ignoring Mason. One day when I got home, he suddenly asked me. “Did you get a boyfriend?” I didn’t hide it. “I’m currently seeing someone, yes.” “But you promised me.” “I promised I would let you pursue me. I never said no one else could.” “That’s cheating.” “Young master, you literally live in my apartment. You have the ultimate home-court advantage.” Mason stormed back to his room. He slammed the door so hard the walls shook. That night, I went for my usual run with Ethan. My argument with Mason had clearly messed with my head. Several times when Ethan spoke to me, I was completely zoned out. “Tired?” I forced myself to focus. “Yeah, I just haven’t been sleeping well.” “Stress from work? You’re making me feel like I’m failing as your boss. “Tell me what’s wrong. Let’s see if I can fix it.” “A subordinate can’t sleep at night. How does the boss plan to fix that?” “Does the subordinate have any suggestions?” I pretended to think hard. “The boss personally coming over to tuck me in sounds like a pretty good start.” Ethan laughed and stopped jogging. “How did I not realize earlier that you were such a little fox?” “So… do you like foxes?” Ethan’s smile faded as he slowly leaned in closer. I didn’t back away. Our noses brushed. “I want to kiss you. Can I?” “Are you always this much of a gentleman?” He let out a low laugh, and finally closed the distance. As I tilted my head up, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow hiding on my apartment balcony. I narrowed my eyes, but I didn’t stop the kiss. When we finally pulled away, Ethan’s eyes were hazy as he stepped back into a respectful distance. “What are you looking at?” He followed my gaze up to my apartment. There was no one there anymore. Just the curtains swaying slightly in the dark night. I shook my head. “Nothing.”

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My high-school-aged cousin has been using my selfies to catfish guys online, posting my face all over his Snapchat. I couldn’t hold back and messaged him: “Are you ever going to stop?” “Just bear with it a little longer, sis! I’m one rank away from Conqueror. Once we hit it, I’ll break up with him.” Later, my cousin and his “online boyfriend” broke up. And the physics professor from the department next door specifically requested I visit his office. 01 Lately, my high-school-aged cousin has been acting weird. He frequently posts my selfies on his Snapchat story with the weirdest captions. Like: “The weather is so nice today, perfect for some boba.” Then, not long after, he’d post another story: “Thanks! Got the boba.” My eye twitched as I read it. I messaged him privately: “?” “…Crap, forgot to block you from viewing my story.” I continued my interrogation: “Are you using my photos to catfish someone?” “Sis, he’s super good at League of Legends. I just wanted him to carry me.” I didn’t want to get too involved, so I just warned him: “Play less games, don’t scam people out of their money, or I’m telling your dad.” He laid low for over a week, but then his story updated again. It was a selfie of me, bizarrely paired with a picture of a Lego set. The caption: “My birthday is coming up. I really want this Lego set.” …Good lord, he’s actually starting to scam money now. I couldn’t hold back and messaged him: “Are you ever going to stop?” “Just bear with it a little longer, sis! I’m one rank away from Conqueror. Once we hit it, I’ll break up with him.” I wanted nothing more than to drive to his house and punch him. “I don’t care about the gaming, but stop ruining my reputation. If you want the Lego set, I’ll buy it for you.” Half an hour later, he finally replied: “No need, sis. I already got the Lego set.” “?” I sent him some money via Venmo. “Give the money back and break up with him immediately.” My cousin accepted the transfer and reluctantly replied: “Ugh, fine.” I still felt uneasy, so I called him and gave him a stern lecture. He apologized repeatedly and promised he would change his ways. I’m a third-year grad student, and with the holidays approaching, I was swamped with errands and didn’t have time to keep an eye on him. He stayed quiet and didn’t post any more updates. 02 The holidays arrived right on schedule. I was curled up on the couch, devouring clementines, when my best friend, Chloe, sent me a screenshot: “Your cousin has some moves.” I clicked it open, and there it was—my cousin’s Snapchat story, still featuring my selfies. The few photos I had posted on my own social media had been completely exhausted by him. Refusing to give up, he somehow dug up my high school graduation photo and posted it with a fake, sentimental caption: “I’ve changed so much.” He said he would change his ways; did he mean changing his privacy settings? I shot up from the couch, stormed into his bedroom, grabbed him by the ear, and hauled him up: “You dare steal my photos again? Do you have a death wish?” “Ow… ow, ow, ow.” He exaggeratedly clutched his ear while begging, “Sis, perfect timing! He wants to do a voice call. Could you take it for me? I’ll give you all my Christmas money, please?” “In your dreams. Confess and apologize to him right now.” “Sis, it’s the holidays. Breaking his heart by telling him he got catfished by a guy… that’s so messed up.” I punched him hard: “Oh, so now you realize you’re messed up.” “Just a few more days and I’ll get my Conqueror rank. Then I’ll tell him I need to focus on my studies and break up with him.” He held up three fingers. “I swear, this time for real.” Under his relentless pleading, I finally, reluctantly took the phone. “Mia, happy holidays.” The deep, magnetic voice on the other end caught me off guard. This incredibly alluring voice actually made my long-dormant heart flutter a little. “Hello…” As soon as I spoke, I realized I was subconsciously making my voice sound sweeter. I quickly coughed a few times, trying to sound as emotionless as possible, “Hello, happy holidays.” “Mia, what do you want for a holiday gift?” Hearing this, my cousin immediately sat up, swiped on his iPad, and pulled up a picture of a Nintendo Switch. He pointed at the screen, winking and gesturing frantically at me. I nodded calmly, signaling that I understood. Then I turned to the phone and said: “For the new year, I want a complete set of AP prep books and practice exams.” My cousin’s eyes widened in horror. In his disbelieving gaze, I saw his shattered heart. Heh, little punk, that’s what you get for catfishing. “Hmm? Why do you want that?” the voice asked. “Because my AP exams are coming up soon, and I want to study hard. I won’t be able to play games with you anymore either.” “Ah, then you really shouldn’t be playing games. If you have any questions you can’t figure out, you can still ask me.” The voice remained gentle. “Okay, thank you.” I exchanged pleasantries, hung up, and shoved the phone into my dumbfounded cousin’s hands. “I’ll be checking your progress on those practice exams every month. Also, refund him the money for the books and pretend you bought them yourself. If you don’t, I’m telling your dad. Happy holidays, bro.” I walked away with swagger, leaving my cousin standing there, wanting to cry but having no tears left. 03 Back in the living room, I had unread messages from Chloe. “What’s going on with your cousin?” I furiously typed on my phone, bragging about my brilliant move. “How about that? I’m awesome, right? Put him right in his place.” “I bet my cousin is done with online dating for good.” To my surprise, Chloe’s focus wasn’t on that at all. She replied with a “lol.” “Even your cousin can get a boyfriend, but you can’t.” “…” Okay, I’ll shut up now. Chloe and I are polar opposites. If we had an annual review, it would definitely be: “Beginning of the year: Chloe is dating John. I’m single.” “Mid-year: Chloe is dating Mike. I’m single.” “End of the year: Chloe gets back together with John. I’m still single.” Chloe is a magnet for romance. While I might just have an anti-male forcefield. At first, watching Chloe post her sweet relationship updates every day made my heart flutter a little. I tried going on dates with a few guys, but none worked out. So, I remained single all the way into grad school. I’ve always felt that the “butterflies” in my stomach probably died of old age. It was only earlier today, during that phone call, that they showed signs of resurrection. But someone who could be fooled by my cousin’s terrible acting is highly likely a naive, inexperienced kid. A minor with a nice voice and a bit of pocket money. For the next few days, I forced my cousin to break up with him and made him uninstall the game. After he uninstalled it, I secretly downloaded League of Legends. If my cousin can find an online boyfriend using my photos, why can’t I, the actual person in the photos? However, for the next few days, it was just Chloe playing games with me. Even though she was only average at the game, she had to drag me through ranked matches every day. Since I didn’t know how to play at all, she taught me to pick Garen and gave me two instructions. “One, click whatever lights up.” “Two, if you see someone, charge.” So, here I was, a young woman in her prime, playing as Garen, wandering all over the map, charging at anyone I saw and mashing buttons wildly. By the end of the holiday break, forget about an online boyfriend, I hadn’t even heard a boy’s voice. I even managed to drag Chloe down to Gold rank with me. Chloe sent me a screenshot of her rank: “I can’t rank up anymore. Can I use your photos to catfish a boyfriend too?” I silently sent her a sticker: “Warning: I will block you.” 04 The break ended. First day back at campus. My advisor suddenly called me: “Mia, Professor Hayes from the Physics department needs to see you urgently. Go to his office right now.” I hung up, a bit confused. Julian Hayes, the youngest and arguably the most attractive professor in the Physics department. Candid photos of him lecturing—impeccably dressed in a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses—easily garnered hundreds of thousands of likes on TikTok. Logically speaking, even if a professor of his caliber needed an errand run, it wouldn’t fall to me. Feeling a bit nervous, I knocked on Professor Hayes’ office door. Just a light tap, and the door opened. I was greeted by the sight of him in a perfectly tailored white shirt, faintly revealing the toned physique of someone who clearly works out. My eyes drifted upward: a few buttons at his collar were casually undone, exposing delicate collarbones and a prominent Adam’s apple. I looked up and crashed right into his deep, dark eyes. “Professor Hayes, you wanted to see me.” I gave a polite nod, keeping my tone steady. No one could know that, internally, a thousand marmots were screaming at the top of their lungs. “Mhm, come in.” He stepped aside. I obediently walked into the office. As I passed him, a faint, elusive scent of sandalwood drifted by, almost pulling my soul right out of my body. Before I even came to a complete stop, Professor Hayes spoke. “Why did you break up with me?” I froze, turned around, looked everywhere—no one else was there. I looked at Professor Hayes’ ears; he wasn’t wearing AirPods. “Huh?” I was completely bewildered. He looked down, his gaze fixed intensely on me: “Didn’t you say that if I bought you a console, you wouldn’t break up with me?” …I turned to stone. “A… a console?” “Yes.” He nodded slightly. “If you wanted something else, I could have given you that too, as long as we didn’t break up.” “Professor Hayes, do you think you have the wrong person?” I asked cautiously. Even though the “console” clue was screaming in my face, I refused to believe that the erudite, sophisticated Professor Hayes was actually dating someone online. Julian stared at me for two seconds, then looked down and woke up his phone screen to show me. “No mistake.” His lock screen was clearly a photo of me. I was curled up on the couch, happily sipping a strawberry macchiato. …That was the boba my cousin brought over when he visited. I remember back then, he hadn’t started posting my photos on Snapchat yet. So when he offered to take a picture of me, I didn’t refuse. Looking back now, that boba was highly likely bought by Professor Hayes. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, Julian took a step closer: “Are you still going to deny it?” As he got closer, that faint scent returned. I hesitated to speak: “Professor, you might not believe this, but it seems… you were scammed by my 16-year-old cousin.” “?” He frowned slightly. “The person… you were chatting and playing games with, was actually my cousin.” “You forgot we talked on the phone. I remember your voice.” “It really was my cousin.” I quickly pulled out my own phone. “Look, this is my actual Snapchat.” He glanced at my screen: “Whatever account you use, add me back first.” “Professor…” I was about to explain further when my phone rang. “Sis, I brought the papers you asked for. Where are you?” Talk about perfect timing. Excitedly, I gave him my location and told him to hurry over. Julian’s expression didn’t change. He picked up a book and started reading on his own. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him. He sat in a leather office chair, his long legs crossed, his clean, slender fingers brushing across the pages. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a glow on his face, making him look aloof and elegant. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could someone so detached and ethereal be involved in online dating? To be exact, how did he end up online dating my 16-year-old cousin and getting scammed into buying so many toys and snacks? Is his scam awareness really that low? A ringing phone broke my deep thoughts. “Sis, what building was it again? I can’t find it.” Sighing, I had to run downstairs to get him. It took quite a while before I finally saw him waving a folder: “Sis, over here!” “Mhm, great.” I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him toward the building. “What’s up, sis? Are you taking me out to eat?” he asked cluelessly as we walked. I smiled faintly: “No, I’m taking you to meet your online boyfriend.” “?” He stopped dead in his tracks and refused to take another step. “Sis, stop messing with me.” I opened the door, but my cousin stayed glued to the wall, refusing to move. I kicked his butt: “Professor Hayes, my cousin is here. Do whatever you want to him, no need for mercy.” The room fell dead silent, awkwardness permeating the air. The lowly cousin, wearing a school uniform and a backpack, and Julian, wearing a white shirt and black slacks with a face full of indifference, stared at each other in silence. My cousin took one look at Julian, guiltily averted his eyes, and meekly stared at the floor, picking at his fingers. “Didn’t you love scamming people?” I whispered harshly. “Hurry up, introduce yourself.” Unable to withstand my glare, he spoke with a tremor in his voice: “Hello, sir. I’m your online girlfriend, Sweet Strawberry.” Julian sat in his office chair, his fingers gently tapping the desk. His eyes were unreadable, radiating a very “teacher-like” intimidating aura. My cousin didn’t dare look up at all. Standing behind him, I could see his body shaking slightly. He was probably crying. Even though I felt a bit bad, he totally deserved it. After a moment of silence, Julian turned his head to look at me: “Mia, your cousin toyed with my feelings. As an adult, shouldn’t you take responsibility for your cousin’s actions?” “Yes.” I kept my head down too, honestly admitting fault. “I’m sorry, Professor Hayes. I will cover all your financial losses.” “Financial compensation isn’t necessary.” He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just that, now I have no one to play games with.” “Huh?” I was confused. “My heart was broken by your cousin. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for that?” I glanced at my cousin, who was playing ostrich by the side with his backpack on, and my mouth twitched: “My cousin… broke your heart?” Julian said very seriously: “Yes, I bought him boba, sent him gifts, and played games with him. Even though it was online, I took it very seriously.” Me: “…” Really? I don’t believe it. But I didn’t dare say that out loud. He raised an eyebrow: “Being scammed by your cousin hurt me deeply, and I need company. Since your cousin has his SATs coming up, you’ll just have to make the sacrifice.” I was stunned. He curled his lips into a slight, meaningful smile: “I’ll be in your care from now on, Mia.”

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I woke up inside the belly of the pregnant secondary character, reborn as a newborn baby. My dad was an A-list actor who had a drunken one-night stand with my mom, resulting in me. But in the original novel, I was never even born! 1. I was currently being cradled in the arms of a weak but stunning woman. She was whispering to me: “Baby, I, Chloe Sterling, will no longer beg for Carter Vance’s love. Having you is enough.” Wait! Chloe Sterling? Carter Vance? Aren’t these the names of the male lead and the wicked female antagonist from that Hollywood romance novel I read recently? The male lead was a top-tier actor, and the female antagonist was a C-list starlet. After a drunken night, she got pregnant. Meanwhile, the female lead, Serena Brooks, was the male lead’s childhood friend who secretly loved him and entered showbiz just to be near him. In the novel, after getting pregnant, the female antagonist threw endless tantrums and tried to keep the male and female leads apart, completely destroying whatever little affection the male lead had left for her. And in the novel, the antagonist’s child was never born. Could it be that my sheer will to live was strong enough to alter the plot? The original story ended with the female lead becoming a celebrated actress, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the male lead at the pinnacle of the industry. The sole purpose of the female antagonist was just to make the male lead realize his true feelings for the female lead. A classic plot device. But the gentle, beautiful woman holding me now didn’t look anything like the hysterical madwoman from the book. Was it because her character’s role in the story had ended, freeing her from the plot’s control? Or was there another reason? A tear fell onto my cheek. She was crying. It suddenly dawned on me—could her erratic behavior in the book have simply been caused by pregnancy hormones? It’s a known fact that a lack of emotional support makes new mothers highly susceptible to postpartum depression. The only person staying with her in the hospital room was her manager. An auntie who looked strict but held me with incredible tenderness. Thank goodness she had someone by her side. 2. I’m six years old now. Chloe seems to have genuinely forgotten all her past drama. Just as she said back then, she stopped begging for Carter’s love; having me was enough. She poured all her heart and soul into me. Around me, she always maintained a calm and stable demeanor. There was only one time I saw her lose control. “Riley Sterling, why have we never seen your dad come play with you?” “Do you not have a dad?” “Hahaha, my grandma says kids like you are feral brats without a dad.” Kids can be so directly cruel. Six-year-olds understand perfectly well what they’re saying. Faced with these obnoxious brats, I let my fists do the talking. Eventually, the parents of the bruised kids marched up to Chloe, demanding an explanation. The loudest and most aggressive among them was the gossiping grandmother. “You single mothers just don’t know how to discipline your children! Look at what she did to our little Timmy! A little girl hitting people so viciously—she clearly lacks a proper upbringing.” I walked up and pointed right at her: “You’re Timmy’s grandma, right? So you’re the one who told Timmy I’m a feral brat without a dad?” Hearing that, the other parents immediately shot the grandmother dirty looks. “So you taught your kid to run his mouth. No wonder he got beat up; he deserved it.” The other parents gathered their kids and left, apologizing to Chloe before they did. “We’re so sorry, Riley’s mom. We should have watched our kids better.” Timmy’s grandma still tried to make a scene. Chloe’s face hardened: “Shameless people come in all ages, but some just get thicker-skinned as they get older.” The onlookers started whispering and pointing at Timmy’s grandma. Feeling humiliated, she grabbed Timmy and hurried away. It wasn’t until we got home that Chloe finally dropped her tough exterior. “Riley, do you… ever wish you had a dad?” Hearing the exhaustion in her voice, I hugged her tight. “No way. I already have the best mom in the world.” I thought the incident was over. But someone had recorded the whole thing and posted it online. At first, the comments were all condemning the old lady for being a toxic gossip with no morals. But then someone pointed out: “Doesn’t that heavily disguised single mom look a lot like Chloe Sterling? And the little girl looks just like her too.” After that, the situation quickly spiraled out of control. Chloe’s manager called, saying they couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. After hanging up, Chloe posted a tweet. “I have a daughter, and she is my whole world.” Over the past few years, she had been steadily acting. With a change in her mindset, she had truly focused on honing her craft, gradually transforming from a C-list starlet relying on fleeting fame into a highly respected, talented actress. Because of this, the reaction to her tweet wasn’t a bloodbath. “So she had a baby girl six years ago?” “A single mom… Chloe, how did you survive these past six years?” “We see the mature, brave woman approaching thirty now, but how did you get through it when you were twenty-four? The video shows Riley was raised so well—brave, reasonable, and protective of her mom. But I still can’t help but cry for the carefree, joyful Chloe I first became a fan of.” “Is no one else curious about who the baby daddy is?” “Just whispering here, but doesn’t Riley look a bit like a certain Mr. Vance? Weren’t there rumors about them hooking up six years ago?” Even the netizens had guessed it. How could my deadbeat dad not have seen the news? I frowned, looking at the man standing in front of me, wrapped up tight in a coat and sunglasses. I thought to myself: Carter Vance, don’t you think you look exactly like a kidnapper right now? 3. Carter’s opening line was: “I… am your father.” My eyes went wide. I had never seen someone so shameless. You can’t just walk up and claim fatherhood out of nowhere! I don’t know who gave him Chloe’s address, but he ambushed me at the small park I usually played in. He timed it perfectly, appearing right when my nanny went to grab something, leaving me alone for a few minutes. “Riley, I’m your biological father. No one will ever call you a feral brat again.” Wow. Carter was really high on his own drama. Did he actually think saying that would make me accept him as my dad? He abandoned Chloe when she was pregnant to pursue his so-called “true love.” He ignored me for six years, and if it weren’t for that viral video, he probably wouldn’t even know I existed. “I’ll take good care of you and give you the best life possible.” This is hilarious. Is Carter a comedian? Why did he think a few words could outweigh Chloe’s six years of devotion? And what was that about giving me “the best life possible”??? Excuse me, my mom, Chloe Sterling, might not be the most famous A-lister in Hollywood, but she’s worked her way up, step by step. She has a stellar reputation and incredible acting skills. After all these years of hard work, she’s rich too! I looked around and saw plenty of parents watching their kids play. I geared myself up, squeezed out some tears, and started wailing at the top of my lungs. I cried and screamed: “Help! There’s a kidnapper! He’s trying to take me away!” “Stranger danger! He’s stealing kids!!!” For parents, there is nothing more despicable than a kidnapper. My performance instantly drew a crowd of parents who surrounded Carter and shielded me. “How dare you! Trying to snatch a kid in broad daylight! You heartless monster, stealing someone’s child—do you have no shame?” Someone even pulled out their phone to call 911. Carter fled in a panic, looking completely different from his usual glamorous, superstar self. Hahaha, serves him right. 4. When Chloe found out, she asked me anxiously if I was hurt. I shook my head and told her I fought off the bad guy without a single scratch. The nanny felt terribly guilty, blaming herself for leaving me alone for those few minutes. Chloe didn’t blame her at all. “The security in this community is great, and you’ve always taken such good, attentive care of Riley while I’m working.” She hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and then continued: “That man wasn’t a kidnapper. He’s your biological father.” Chloe crouched down in front of me. “Riley, did he say anything to you?” I told Chloe everything Carter had said. She suddenly pulled me into a tight hug, whispering to herself: “I won’t let him take you away from me.” I kissed Chloe’s cheek. “Mom, I’m not going anywhere. I just want to stay with you. Besides, I already knew he was my dad.” “How did you know?” I tried to look profound. “Whenever his shows come on TV, you change the channel. You don’t even let me watch his commercials.” Chloe looked at me and gently touched my cheek. “You look a little bit like him.” I nodded. Genetics are powerful; I really did look like a perfect blend of the two of them. “His only useful contribution was giving me his good looks.” “Mom, isn’t Riley Sterling the cutest, prettiest kid you’ve ever seen?” Chloe smiled and nodded. “Riley is the prettiest, cutest, smartest kid in the world, and Mom’s good baby.” “This vacation, how about you come to the set with Mom?” It made sense. Who knew when Carter might try to ambush me again? I nodded. “Okay, since you’ll miss me so much, I’ll go keep you company.” 5. The show Chloe was currently filming was her first time playing the lead in a serious, prestige drama since she entered the industry. She was the undisputed main character. You could say this drama was crucial for her career. If it succeeded, her career would reach a whole new level. If it failed, it would be very difficult for her to land the lead role in a major production like this again. I tried my best to be a good kid and not cause Chloe any trouble. In the show, the male lead was a passionate, idealistic rookie. Off-screen, the lead actor was a talented young star. He loved playing with kids, but seeing him act so childish made me feel like I was the mature one. “Leo, could you act a little more like an adult?” Hearing me call him that, Leo suddenly got very serious. “Wrong, little Riley. You should be calling me ‘Uncle Leo’.” I was a bit speechless. Fine, if he didn’t mind me making him sound old, whatever. “Okay, Uncle Leo.” He was playing with me when he suddenly froze. I followed his gaze. Uh-oh, the ghost that won’t leave us alone. Carter had arrived and was talking to Chloe, though I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Chloe’s expression was stiff. Leo looked back at me, as if he wanted to ask something. I met his eyes and nodded solemnly. “You don’t have to say it. Whatever you’re thinking, you’re right.” His eyes widened; he looked like he had just stumbled upon the juiciest gossip of the century. Maybe I was mistaken, but did I sense hostility in the way he looked at Carter? Makes sense. Who wouldn’t despise a cheater? I walked closer and eavesdropped on their conversation. “A child needs a father growing up. You don’t want Riley being called a feral brat.” “I want to take Riley to live with me for a while. You’re balancing filming and taking care of her; you must be overwhelmed, right?” I have to say, Carter was truly despicable. Every word he said was designed to stab Chloe right in the heart. Ever since that incident at the park, it had been a sore spot for Chloe. She had done her absolute best, yet the daughter she cherished more than anything was still called a feral brat. Chloe had been reading books on child psychology non-stop. I secretly peeked at one once, and she had written a note in the margins. “Even if I do my absolute best, can I really not replace the role of a father in a child’s development?” I really, really hated Carter. He was talking down to Chloe, declaring his dominance. No matter how well you do, you still need me. And I definitely didn’t sense that Carter loved me all that much. His mentality seemed to be more like: This is my daughter, and I need everyone to know I’m her father. Chloe asked me if I wanted to go. I smiled and nodded. Carter wanted me to go to his house, right? Perfect. I wasn’t going there to join his family. I was going there to wreck it. 6. At Carter’s house, I finally met Serena. The woman who was Carter’s childhood friend and had loved him for years. Honestly, Carter was such a scumbag. Six years ago, he left Chloe to pursue his “true love.” That’s where the original novel ended. And now? Serena had been living with him for six years, and Carter still hadn’t proposed. His “true love” was awfully cheap. Serena thoughtfully prepared everything I might need, bought me a ton of gifts, and showed me around their home. And Carter? He acted like he had completed a mission and won a war. He completely washed his hands of the aftermath. He left everything to Serena and played the hands-off boss. But I wasn’t here for a vacation. I was here to cause chaos. “Waaaah, I’m so scared.” In the middle of the night, I knocked on Carter’s door, crying. He looked incredibly annoyed. “Riley, what’s wrong?” “I’m scared to sleep alone. Mom always sleeps with me.” Suppressing his frustration, Carter let me in. Halfway through the night, Carter was jolted awake by something freezing cold. He felt something on his face, reached up, and realized it was a wet, icy towel. He opened his eyes and saw me looking at him timidly. “I wanted to wash my face, but my hand slipped.” Carter took a deep breath and threw the towel across the room. I heard him mutter: “She’s just a six-year-old kid. She didn’t mean it.” In just one week, I tortured Carter in every way imaginable. He went from a glamorous, polished movie star to a haggard, exhausted, rough-looking mess. To be fair, I was just letting him experience what taking care of a kid is actually like. Sure, I was an angel around Chloe. But the exhaustion Carter endured over these seven days was nothing compared to what Chloe went through. Serena truly loved Carter. Seeing him look so haggard broke her heart, and she volunteered to stay with me at night. I lowered my head and whispered, but made sure my voice was loud enough for all three of us to hear. “But my mom took care of me exactly like this all the time. Uncle Carter says he’s my dad, but he couldn’t even last a week.”

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