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On my twenty-third birthday, I was preparing to confess my feelings to Julian. But he beat me to it, falling in love at first sight with my roommate. I watched them break up and get back together, endlessly entangled. Finally, I gave up completely and started dating someone else. The day I announced my new relationship on Facebook, everyone offered genuine congratulations. Julian never showed up. It wasn’t until the next day that someone brought it up in front of him. “Did you see that post? What do you think of Summer’s new boyfriend?” The man leaned back diagonally on the sofa, glancing at me upon hearing the question. After a long time, he finally spoke slowly, “Oh, he’s average.” 1 As soon as Julian finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment. Everyone’s eyes turned to me. Some watched from the sidelines, while others looked worried and anxious. In this day and age, everyone loves posting short videos and status updates. Two people standing shoulder to shoulder, smiling and clearly in love—who wouldn’t want to hear others call them a perfect match? But Julian had to be the one to bluntly evaluate him as, “Oh, average.” He was a guy who, despite having a bit of a temper, was usually very polite in his dealings with others. Acting like this now… it was as if he was deliberately trying to embarrass me. Suppressing the anger in my heart, I asked him. “What’s wrong with my boyfriend?” In fact, Evan is very handsome. Even my picky mother couldn’t help but compliment him after meeting him. “Compared to your friend named Julian, he doesn’t fall short at all.” I stared at Julian, my expression showing my displeasure. But he suddenly let out a tired smile. Then he glanced at me, “Just a casual remark, don’t take it to heart.” “Bring him around sometime when you’re free.” With that, he stood up without hesitation and left. He didn’t spare me another half a glance. So, someone tried to comfort me, saying, “Tsk, almost forgot. He just went through a breakup with his girlfriend, so he’s probably feeling really frustrated right now.” “It’s fine. Aren’t they always like this? They’ll be back together in a few days.” Saying this, the person glanced at me. “Don’t you think so, Summer?” I spaced out for a moment. “Yeah, that’s right.” They had been entangled for so long; how could they separate so easily? Over the past few years, I had hoped time and time again, only to be disappointed time and time again. I should have understood this long ago, shouldn’t I? 2 Coming out of the private room, I saw Julian smoking not far away. He rarely did that. Because Mia didn’t like it. He was acting really out of character tonight. I was still angry about what happened earlier, so I didn’t speak to him and walked straight outside. But I hadn’t even taken two steps before someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes. Even when I first met him, I heard people say that Julian, the famous young master of the Vance family, had been raised as the heir since childhood. He was precious and privileged. The people who wanted to date him could form a line around the block, but he never gave anyone a second look. Later, when Julian and I became close, everyone praised my good luck. For all these years, I was the only female friend by his side. Inevitably, some people made snide remarks: “Who knows if one day she’ll go from friend to girlfriend, flying up to a higher branch and becoming Mrs. Vance?” It wasn’t that I hadn’t dreamed that beautiful dream. But later, when Mia appeared, I realized she was his true destiny. He had remained single for over twenty years, all to wait for her. As for me, I was just lucky enough to be acquainted with him. Under the dim light, he stared at me, his expression somewhat careless. He said. “How did you meet?” I didn’t react immediately, freezing for a moment. He patiently repeated himself. “I mean, how did you meet that guy?” 3 It was a cold, snowy day. Julian instinctively turned his body to block the cold wind blowing from afar for me. I looked at his features and remained silent for a moment. “We met while traveling. I thought he was pretty nice, so we got together.” There is a phrase called “perfect timing.” That probably describes Evan and me. Hearing this, Julian lifted his eyelids. “Traveling? When did you go out to play? How come I didn’t know?” I smiled, “Just last month.” He probably no longer remembered that one night last month, he called me late, saying he and Mia had a fight and she had angrily gone abroad. He said: “You two are the closest, go over and talk to her. In a foreign country, if she insists on staying there, she’ll suffer grievances.” I packed my bags overnight and traveled thousands of miles with him, but shortly after landing, he received news that Mia had already gone somewhere else. Round trip, it was over a dozen hours of travel. I happened to get a high fever and couldn’t accompany him on his frantic journey anymore. He had no choice but to leave me behind and go look for Mia. After he left, I stood by the riverbank, looking at the bright moon on the other side, and suddenly felt exhausted. To stay by his side, I had given up a stable job in my hometown. Even when my father was hospitalized last year, I couldn’t be by his side. Time is ruthless. What had I gained, and what had I lost? No one knew. My thoughts returning, I looked at Julian in front of me and spoke very calmly. “Are you done asking? I have to go.” He froze. After a long time, he finally spoke again. “Lend me your phone for a second. Mia blocked me.” Actually, I really wanted to ask—with so many people in the private room, did you have to ask to borrow mine? But I didn’t say it in the end. After all, all those feelings of joy, sadness, and despair, from beginning to end, were known only to me. In his eyes, I was a perfect friend, completely unrelated to romance. I took out my phone and handed it to him. He took it and walked to the side to make a call. They talked for quite a while. When Julian came back, his expression was no longer as tense as before. His eyes held a smile as he handed the phone back to me. Just then, a message suddenly popped up on the screen. Evan: [I’m returning to Seattle at the end of the month.] In an instant, the smile on Julian’s face vanished. He frowned, his voice flat: “Your relationship seems pretty good.” 4 Since I had decided to let go, I began intentionally distancing myself from Julian’s circle. I muted these people’s posts on social media. And I stopped going to the places they frequented. One day, Julian messaged me. [Your birthday is in a couple of days. Want to come check out the venue?] He was very generous. Every time a friend had a birthday, he would put his all into helping organize it. I wasn’t the first, nor was I the only one. But to this day, I still remember that on my twenty-third birthday, Julian pointed to Mia not far away and asked me, “Is that your friend? Give me her WeChat.” A talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match. I guess they should thank me, the matchmaker. Later, I heard someone ask Julian, why did it have to be Mia? At the time, he was texting Mia. Hearing the question, he smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said, “She was wearing a red dress that day. I’ve rarely seen anyone wear that color so well.” But who would remember that I also wore a red dress that day? For many years after that, I never touched clothes in that color again. Thinking of this, I typed. [I’ve been busy lately. No need.] He took a long time to reply. [Busy dating?] I replied, [Yeah.] After sending that message, he didn’t reply again. However, his best friend, Liam, sent me a voice message, saying playfully, “Wow, you’re amazing, Summer. Julian put a lot of effort into planning your birthday party this time. We all stayed up late for several nights helping out, and you just decide not to come. He’s furious, hahaha.” I gave a brief, casual reply. Just then, a red notification popped up on my email. I clicked it. It was an employment offer. I thought about it, feeling a bit happy, and messaged Evan. [Once I finish handing over my current work, I can process my resignation. We can go back to Portland together then.] He replied, [Okay.] This guy looked serious and spoke meticulously. But looking at this one word. I inexplicably smiled. 5 Neither Evan nor I were very talkative people; we only chatted when there was something to say. But I didn’t expect him to return early. He came back specifically to celebrate my birthday with me. In an elegantly decorated western restaurant, he handed me a gift bag. “Sorry, I only found out it was your birthday today after seeing your mom’s post.” After we decided to be together, we quickly met each other’s parents, planning to get engaged once we returned to Portland. Lately, my mom kept telling me: “Evan is a good guy. He often sends me things. You should treat him well.” Halfway through the meal, Evan went out to take a call. After he left, I looked down at my phone. I happened to see a post from Liam. [Someone save me!? Julian is acting crazy today, insisting on a drinking contest with me. I’m about to drink myself to death here, and his face isn’t even red. I can’t survive this.] Liam had a lively personality and often posted things like this, so I wasn’t too surprised when I read those words. I was just a little surprised. That day outside the private room, Julian borrowed my phone to call Mia, and they had clearly reconciled. Acting like this now, did they fall out again? You couldn’t blame me for thinking this way. Julian’s life had been smooth sailing; aside from love, he would absolutely never suffer any hardship elsewhere. Just as I thought this, a phone call came in. It was Liam. We had a pretty good relationship, and I was afraid something had really happened to him, so I answered it immediately. His voice was drunk. “Hey, I’m telling you, Julian is simply not human…” Halfway through, his voice got quieter and quieter until it disappeared. I called his name twice. There was no response. Just as I was about to hang up, someone finally spoke. It was Julian. His voice was cold, a little hoarse. “This guy couldn’t hold his liquor and passed out on the table. It’s nothing serious.” I said: “Oh, as long as everything’s fine.” He was silent for a moment, then asked, “What about you? How was your day? Are you happy?” I was just about to answer when Evan returned from outside and asked who I was talking to. I said. “A friend.” When I looked down again, the call had already been hung up. 6 After hanging up, I felt a little unsettled. Evan pushed the cut steak in front of me, his movements natural and elegant. “What’s wrong? Is there an emergency at work?” He was always like this, emotionally stable and very measured. He would never be like Julian, moody over trivial things, needing to be coaxed and pampered. Looking at Evan’s calm eyes, the annoyance in my heart suddenly dissipated for the most part. “It’s nothing. Just an ordinary friend who drank too much and is acting crazy.” Evan smiled and didn’t ask any more questions, just poured me a glass of warm water. “Drink some water, soothe your throat.” The meal was very pleasant. As we were finishing, Evan pulled a velvet box from his pocket. The pendant was a very translucent jade stone in the shape of a peace buckle. Just looking at it made you feel at ease. He put it on me, his warm fingertips brushing against my neck. “Summer, happy birthday. I wish you peace and safety year after year.” No grand vows, no earth-shattering fanfare. Just this simple, unadorned “peace and safety year after year.” I touched the peace buckle, my eyes feeling a little hot. These past few years by Julian’s side, I had seen too much extravagance and received too many expensive but cold luxury items. But I had never experienced this kind of grounded warmth. It was 10 PM by the time I got home. Evan walked me to the lobby of my apartment building, politely kissed my forehead, and left. I had just turned around to go upstairs when a harsh screeching of brakes came from behind. Followed by rapid footsteps. My wrist was grabbed tightly, with a force that felt like it would crush my bones. I turned my head in pain and met Julian’s bloodshot eyes. He smelled of alcohol and looked a bit disheveled, completely devoid of his usual aloof, aristocratic demeanor. “That guy… is your boyfriend?” His voice was terribly hoarse, as if filled with gravel. I frowned and tried to pull my hand away. “Julian, you’re hurting me. Let go.” Not only did he not let go, but his grip tightened, his eyes locked dead on the necklace around my neck. The peace buckle shone with a gentle glow under the streetlight, but it seemed to sting his eyes. “What’s so great about this broken rock? How much is it worth?” He sneered, his tone full of disdain. “If you like jewelry, I have a bunch. Cartier, Bvlgari, pick whatever you want. How can you wear this cheap junk out in public?” Listening to his cruel words, the anger in my heart “whooshed” right up. How come I never realized he had such a mean mouth before? “Julian, this is a token of my boyfriend’s affection. In my eyes, it’s priceless.” I looked at him coldly. “Also, it’s late. If you’ve had too much to drink, go home and sleep. Don’t come here acting crazy.” Julian froze for a moment, as if he didn’t expect me to speak to him like that. The old Summer was always soft-spoken and completely obedient to him. If he even frowned, I’d be anxious for a long time. But now, the way I looked at him was like looking at an unreasonable stranger. This realization made him even more frustrated. He leaned in abruptly, pinning me against the wall of the lobby. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco rushed over me, making me instinctively hold my breath. “Summer, are you getting back at me?” He stared into my eyes, asking through gritted teeth. “Because I said he was ‘average’ before? So you deliberately brought him to make me mad? That guy looks like a bookworm. Aside from being decent-looking, how does he compare to me?” I laughed out of extreme anger. “Julian, do you think the whole world revolves around you?” “I’m dating for my own happiness, not to make you mad, and certainly not to get back at you. You aren’t that important to me.” As soon as this sentence came out, the air seemed to solidify. Julian’s pupils contracted sharply, a flash of astonishment on his face, followed by a deeper gloom. “Not that important?” He repeated those words as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. “Summer, you ran after me for seven years. And now you’re telling me I’m not important?” He let go of my wrist, but suddenly reached out to yank the necklace from my neck. “Since it’s not important, take off this piece of junk! It’s an eyesore!” “Are you crazy?!” I panicked and desperately tried to protect the necklace. During the struggle, the red string snapped. The peace buckle fell to the ground with a “smack,” rolled twice, and split in half. The world instantly went quiet. I looked at the shattered jade on the ground, my heart feeling like it had been viciously stabbed by something. That was the first birthday gift Evan gave me. It represented his blessing of “peace and safety year after year.” And just like that, Julian destroyed it. I slowly crouched down and picked up the two pieces of broken jade, the sharp edges biting into my palm. When I looked up again, I stared at Julian, the last bit of warmth vanishing from my eyes. “Julian, you are truly disgusting.” After saying that, I didn’t spare him another glance, turned around, and went upstairs. Behind me, I heard Julian’s somewhat panicked shout: “Summer…” I slammed the lobby door shut heavily, isolating his voice in the night. 7 The next day, I took time off work to go get the peace buckle fixed. The master craftsman said it could be repaired using the gold-inlaid jade technique, but there would always be a crack. Just like my relationship with Julian—it was completely shattered, and no matter how it was repaired, it could never go back to the way it was. When I returned to the office, I happened to run into Liam joking around with the receptionist. Seeing me, his eyes lit up, and he came over. “Hey, Summer, you’re looking good today. Did Julian go see you last night?” I subtly avoided his touch and said lightly, “Yeah, came and threw a drunken fit.” The smile on Liam’s face froze for a second, then he laughed awkwardly. “Hey, you know how Julian is, right? Tough talker, soft heart. He drank too much last night and kept muttering your name. He actually still cares about you…” “Liam.” I cut him off, my tone calm. “I’ve already submitted my resignation. I’m leaving next month.” Liam’s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. “Holy shit? Resigning? Where are you going? Does Julian know?” “Going back to my hometown, or to another city. Haven’t decided yet. As for whether Julian knows, it has nothing to do with me.” I didn’t want to waste any more breath on him, turned around, and went into the office. Not long after, Julian called. I immediately hung up and blocked the number. I also deleted his WeChat. These actions flowed smoothly. After doing them, I felt completely refreshed. Since I had decided to cut ties, I would cut them cleanly. In the afternoon, while I was handing over my work, the receptionist said someone was looking for me. I thought it was Evan and ran out smiling, but it turned out to be Mia. She wore a high-end designer suit, carrying a limited-edition bag, still exuding her usual aloof goddess vibe. Seeing me, she took off her sunglasses, looked me up and down, and a mocking smile touched her lips. “I heard you’re resigning? What, did Julian break your heart so much you’re planning to run away?” I looked at her, my heart completely undisturbed. I used to think she was my romantic rival, an insurmountable mountain between Julian and me. Now it seemed she was just a pitiful person spoiled rotten by Julian. “Ms. Mia, if you don’t have any actual business, I’m going to get back to work.” I didn’t want to engage with her and turned to leave. “Stop right there!” Mia stomped her high heels and blocked my path, her face looking a bit ugly. “Summer, stop pretending. Do you think playing hard to get works on Julian? He did go to see you last night, but when he came back, he told me you were just a plaything he could summon and dismiss at will.” She raised her chin, as if asserting dominance. “He and I are destined to get married. With your status, you’re not even worthy to carry his shoes.” Watching her try to act tough while feeling insecure, I suddenly found it a bit funny. “Mia, are you in such a rush to assert dominance because Julian called my name last night?” Mia’s face turned pale; I had clearly hit the nail on the head. I smiled and continued, “Don’t worry, I have no interest in your Julian. I’ve already thrown that man away. If you like picking up trash, hold on tight, and don’t let him out to disgust people anymore.” “Who are you calling trash?!” Mia raised her hand in a flustered rage, trying to slap me. But her wrist was intercepted mid-air. By a slender, powerful hand. Evan had arrived at some point. He was wearing simple casual clothes, but his presence was overwhelming. He threw Mia’s hand aside, protected me behind him, and his eyes were icy. “Miss, please show some self-respect.” Mia rubbed her wrist and glared at Evan. “And who are you? This is between her and me. It’s none of your business to interfere!” “I am Summer’s fiancé.” Evan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm and resounding. “Her business is my business. If you dare touch her again, I wouldn’t mind having security escort you out.” Mia probably hadn’t seen such a tough man before, and she was stunned for a moment. At this moment, there was a commotion at the lobby entrance. Julian strode in, followed by a breathless Liam. Seeing this scene, Julian’s face instantly darkened. He quickly walked over to Mia’s side but locked his gaze dead on me. “Summer, what is the meaning of this? Blocking my calls, deleting my WeChat, and now ganging up with an outsider to bully Mia?” I peeked out from behind Evan, looking at this man who couldn’t tell right from wrong, feeling only ridiculous. “Julian, which eye did you use to see me bully her? She was the one who came to my company to cause a scene and even tried to hit me. What, are only the privileged allowed to act out, while the rest of us just have to take it?” Julian frowned and looked at Mia. Mia immediately put on a wronged expression and clung to Julian’s arm. “Julian, I just heard Summer was leaving and wanted to come say goodbye. Who knew she would say such awful things and even call you… call you trash.” Julian’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at me, gritting his teeth: “You called me trash?” I fearlessly met his gaze. “Is it not true? Eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot, clearly having a girlfriend but still coming to harass your ‘ex-friend’. Julian, if you aren’t trash, what are you?” “Good, very good.” Julian laughed out of extreme anger, saying the word “good” twice. He pointed at Evan, his eyes sinister. “You’re falling out with me over a man like this? Summer, don’t you regret this!” I clung tightly to Evan’s arm, smiling openly. “The biggest regret of my life was meeting you. As for Evan, he is a thousand, ten thousand times better than you.” It was as if Julian had been viciously slapped across the face; his complexion turned a mix of pale and green. He stared fixedly at my hand holding Evan’s arm, emotions I couldn’t understand churning in his eyes. Like anger, but also like… panic.

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I was born with a naturally high-pitched, sweet voice. To many, I sounded incredibly fake and overly precious. My childhood friend, Liam, loved to mock me for it. He jokingly referred to me to the whole class as his “little delicate trophy wife.” A classmate mimicked my voice, exaggerating the pitch: “Oh, little squeaker, Liam doesn’t actually like girls who act this fake.” I shook my head. “I’m not trying to be anything for anyone. This is just how my voice sounds.” “Why are you trying to force me to change who I am?” Her face froze, her mouth opening to argue. I cut her off. “Or are you just jealous of me?” She was speechless, glaring at me with pure resentment. I stood up, adjusted my pink scarf, picked up my textbook, and brushed past her shoulder. A dozen pairs of eyes followed me. They locked onto my pink watch. “Chloe is so incredibly fake.” “I bet even her underwear is pink.” The tiny, dense whispers flowed continuously into my ears. I silently opened my textbook and said in my soft, quiet voice, “It’s morning reading time. Please stop gossiping.” The chattering stopped for a few seconds, only to erupt even louder. It felt like they were doing it just to spite me. “Her voice is so strained it’s probably going to give out. She sounds like an old witch.” “Does she actually think anyone finds that baby voice cute?” Liam sat in the corner, watching me lazily, a smirk playing on his lips. He always seemed to enjoy watching me struggle. I scanned the classroom and slapped my hand hard on the podium. “If you have a problem, take it up with the teacher.” The classroom finally fell silent. By the time morning reading ended, a layer of sweat had broken out on my forehead. Returning to my seat, I felt a bit dazed. The mocking words and sneering looks from earlier replayed on an endless loop in my mind. Even though this was far from the first time, I still needed a thick skin to endure it. I led the morning reading once a week. And just because I liked the color pink and had a soft, high-pitched voice… I was treated like a freak in my own class. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I didn’t turn around, continuing to organize my desk. Liam shoved a carton of strawberry milk into my hand, raising an eyebrow. “Chloe, you’re not going to cry, are you?” His words sounded comforting, but his expression betrayed an unmistakable thrill of excitement. I quietly handed the milk back to him. His eyes darkened, his mood souring instantly. “I thought you liked pink? What’s wrong, did a few words really break your fragile little heart?” “Look, your voice is pretty fake, but I’m used to it…” I slammed the milk onto the floor. “I don’t need it.” Secretive glances darted our way; half the class was suddenly very interested in our conversation. The veins in Liam’s neck bulged, his expression turning cold. “Chloe, stop being such a drama queen.” I stood up and walked around him to go to the restroom. He stuck right by my side, his shoulder brushing my back, speaking through gritted teeth. “Chloe, what is your problem today?” “Are you actually mad?” I stopped dead in my tracks, my fists clenched tight. I stopped so abruptly that Liam couldn’t react in time and almost tripped over his own feet. He looked annoyed. “If you insist on wearing pink, you have to be prepared for people to talk trash.” “This is the STEM track. It’s not some humanities class full of girls.” I cut him off. “Liam, are you done talking?” He yanked on a strand of my hair, making my scalp sting. “There you go, acting like a baby again.” “Little squeaker, you…” I fiercely swatted his hand away. “You’re psychotic. What does my favorite color have to do with you?” Leaving that sentence hanging in the air, I walked into the girls’ restroom. From outside the door, I could hear Liam’s furious voice. “You act like such a weirdo! Who else is going to pity you besides me?!” He kept rambling, continuously trying to tear me down. I pulled a tissue from my pocket to wipe my sweat. The pink bunny printed on the packaging suddenly felt glaring, making my eyes ache. I just didn’t understand. When I chose the STEM track, Liam was incredibly surprised. That day, he tugged on my backpack strap, looking both thrilled and arrogant. “You got put in the same class as me.” I froze, a wave of disappointment washing over me. I was good at math and science, so of course, I chose STEM. But I didn’t want to share a classroom with him. An emotion I couldn’t decipher swirled in Liam’s eyes. He spoke to me like a scolding parent: “Since you chose STEM, you shouldn’t wear so much pink anymore.” I was stunned. He looked down his nose at me. “Not everyone is going to spoil you like I do.” I yanked my backpack strap out of his grip and frowned at him. “I’ll wear whatever I want.” Liam’s voice dropped. “Then don’t come crying to me later.” I stared at him in disbelief. I had known Liam for over a decade. He always loved lecturing me about being “too soft.” He was constantly trying to make me cry, to make me submit to him. In elementary school, I had a pink water bottle. He scraped the paint off of it just to mess with me. “Chloe, your bottle isn’t pink anymore. Are you still gonna drink from it?” The bottle showed patches of cold, ugly silver metal. Liam looked incredibly smug. “Are you gonna cry?” I bit my lip, fought back my tears, and got so mad I actually got into a physical fight with him. Afterward, he wore that fight like a badge of honor, constantly repeating, “See? You don’t need pink.” Someone once pointed out to him: “She’s just faking it to get attention.” Liam nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Chloe is just a fake, precious girl.” I had sniffled and run out of the classroom, totally devastated. The emotional blow was so severe that for a while, just seeing the color pink gave me anxiety. I was terrified of Liam calling me fake, and terrified of my classmates’ mockery. I started wearing black and white clothes and stopped using anything pink. But Liam just laughed again. “Your voice is so soft and weak, it constantly sounds like you’re whining for attention.” My palms turned ice cold. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, completely lost. From that day on, I didn’t dare speak up in class, and I stopped making eye contact with my classmates. My dad noticed something was wrong and sat me down for a long talk. “Chloe, why don’t you like pink anymore? And why haven’t you been talking to me…” I blinked, and the tears I had been holding back finally fell, drip, drop, soaking his suit jacket. “Dad, liking pink is a mistake.” “Why does my voice sound like this? It’s so high and squeaky.” My dad sighed. “You were born with that voice. It’s a gift you inherited from your mother.” “If you care too much about what other people think, you’ll never be happy.” I wiped my tears. “But they all say I’m faking it.” He pulled a brand-new pink water bottle from behind his back. “Pink is a very soft color,” he said gently. “But you don’t have to be as fierce as a sunflower, or as glamorous as a rose.” “Just being a cute, pretty pink flower is perfectly fine.” The dark clouds in my heart finally parted. Liking pink wasn’t a mistake. The next time Liam tried to provoke me, he realized I was bulletproof. He pulled my hair and stole my pink hair clips. I kept my eyes facing forward and treated him like he didn’t exist. Liam muttered in frustration, “Why aren’t you crying?” I just scoffed, and went right back to wearing the brightest pinks and speaking in my naturally soft voice as I walked around campus. I thought that as we grew older, people would stop gossiping about me. I didn’t realize that in the STEM track, pink was basically a taboo. After we split into our specialized tracks, my class was 70% boys. They usually wore black, white, or gray. When I walked into the classroom carrying a bunch of pink school supplies, I instantly drew everyone’s attention. People started whispering. I silently walked to my seat. When it was my turn to introduce myself, my high, soft voice triggered a wave of laughter. “Oh my god, so precious. It’s giving me goosebumps.” “Why didn’t she choose the humanities track? She doesn’t look like someone who’s good at math.” The teacher tried to smooth things over. “Chloe’s voice just sounds a bit like a little girl’s.” I said flatly, “I am a girl.” The room fell dead silent. I casually sat down, my eyes briefly sweeping over Liam in the corner. He looked arrogant and mocking, as if to say: [See? Wearing pink in a STEM class is insane.] [No one is going to accept you except me.] And it seemed like his words were a self-fulfilling prophecy. Taking my turn as the weekly morning reading leader turned me into the class joke. The walk from my desk to the podium felt like miles. Whenever I stood up there, I would hear the word “squeaker” whispered in the crowd. Some people even theorized that I was putting on this “fake” persona because I liked Liam. That I was doing it on purpose to get his attention. Liam never defended me. Instead, he insisted on bringing me a carton of strawberry milk every single day, loudly declaring: “I’m doing you a favor, proving you aren’t completely repulsive to everyone.” He watched my embarrassment with pure amusement. He was trying to play the hero in a crisis he helped create. No matter how many times I rejected him, he just assumed I was playing hard to get or throwing a cute tantrum. I shoved the tissue back into my pocket. I was so utterly sick of him sticking to me like gum on a shoe. I left the restroom but didn’t dare go back to the classroom until the bell rang. Where the teacher was, people didn’t look at me like I was an alien. I took a deep breath and opened my textbook. A folded note suddenly landed on my desk. “Class committee team-building dinner tomorrow night. Don’t be absent.” My shoulders slumped as I tried to think of an excuse to get out of it. Before I could even decline after class, the Class President, who sat behind me, specifically warned me: “Chloe, you better not ditch us.” I forced a smile. “I have a family emergency.” Her eyes darted around. “But Liam said you were free.” “Aren’t you guys neighbors?” Liam sat in the corner, his expression dark and brooding. He was radiating a miserable aura because I had stood up to him earlier. I pressed my lips together, my expression turning cold. “He doesn’t live in my house.” The President patted my shoulder. “However you need to handle it, you have to come tomorrow night! There’s a surprise!” With that, she sprinted away. I frowned, completely at a loss, and immediately texted her to reiterate my stance. [I’m not going. Don’t wait for me.] The President replied with a barrage of texts trying to persuade me. I ignored all of them. The next afternoon, the moment school ended, I headed straight for the door. I had barely taken three steps when two pairs of hands clamped down on my shoulders. I spun around, breaking into a cold sweat. The loudest girls in the class were holding me in place. They smiled, though it didn’t reach their eyes. “Don’t run off! We’re just waiting for you.” I rarely got angry, but I started struggling fiercely. “I said I’m not going!” They dragged me toward a waiting car. “Stop being so shy.” “There’s a surprise waiting for you.” The KTV room was bathed in flashing neon lights, the bass from the speakers hurting my eardrums. I turned my head away, closed my eyes, and sank into the corner of the sofa, pretending to be dead. They were playing drinking games, making a massive, rowdy scene. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand. “Chloe, you got the Dare!” I frowned deeply. “I wasn’t even playing! How did I get chosen?!” “Liam drew for you! You guys are childhood sweethearts, right?” My chest heaved with anger. I turned to glare at Liam. He was staring right back at me, a mix of frustration and amusement in his eyes. I refused this unsolicited proxy. “He doesn’t represent me.” The room erupted in dramatic gasps. “Chloe, don’t be a buzzkill.” “Stop acting so fragile. Can’t you just be a good sport like the other girls?” The President grabbed my hand. “The dare is super easy. You just have to sing a love song duet with Liam.” “Your voice is so sweet, I bet you sound amazing when you sing.” The girls exchanged looks, giggling mockingly. Goosebumps broke out over my arms. I yanked my hand back, stood up, and tried to head for the door. The President instigated, “Liam, it looks like Chloe doesn’t want to sing with you.” The next second, a harsh, grating sound pierced the room. Liam kicked the glass coffee table hard, his voice dripping with annoyance. “Who wants to sing with this fake squeaker anyway?” “I’m afraid her voice is gonna make my ears bleed.” My hand froze on the doorknob. My eyes went wide. Laughter erupted behind me. “I told you Liam didn’t actually like her.” Liam snapped irritably, “Just get out of here.” I took a slow, deep breath. I whipped around, grabbed a glass of beer off the table, and hurled the liquid straight at his chest. My voice was shaking with rage, pitching even higher and softer than usual. “Liam, is this how you get off? By trying to humiliate me?” The room went dead silent. The only sound was the backing track playing on the TV. I spoke clearly, emphasizing every single word: “Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? To me, you’re not even a random extra in the background of my life.” He wiped the alcohol off his face, looking pathetic, his eyes burning with fury. I pushed the door open and walked out quickly. I didn’t let myself cry until I was out the front doors of the building. My tears dried in the wind, only to be replaced by fresh ones. The bitter winter wind whipped down my collar. I pulled my pink scarf tighter and walked home with my head down. Liam initiated a unilateral cold war against me. Whenever I was working on advanced Physics competition problems, he would make snide, sour comments: “A brain like yours is only built for reading poetry.” “Do you girls even understand what those equations mean?” I would simply put my pen down and pull out my English vocabulary flashcards to memorize. Seeing that I was genuinely treating him like thin air, Liam would violently kick my desk and storm off in a rage. The class held a “Peer Review” activity. I went to the restroom, and when I came back, I found my name written on the blackboard. Next to it was a title: [The Delicate Little Squeaker Wife] My eyes went bloodshot. I ran up to the board and yelled, “Who wrote this?!” My classmates covered their mouths, snickering. Liam leaned back in his chair and raised his hand. “I did.” He taunted me, “Doesn’t that title fit you perfectly? You’re fake, you squeak…” My blood ran cold. My hands turned to ice. He started counting my flaws on his fingers. “You love to cry, and you sound like you’re moaning in bed when you talk…” I charged down the aisle like an enraged bull and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. Liam cursed loudly, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. “Chloe, you actually hit me…” Halfway through his sentence, he met my eyes and quickly looked away. “So fragile…” He kicked his desk in frustration and stormed out of the classroom. The people around me started whispering again. “The squeaker failed to seduce Liam…” “She’s so fake. If I were him, I wouldn’t like her either.” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I spun around instantly and marched straight up to that group. “How do you know I like Liam?” They jumped, their eyes going wide. “Squeaker, what’s your problem?” I pointed to the security camera in the corner of the ceiling. “If what you just said is true, then I’m reporting you for stalking and spying on me.” “If it’s false, then you’re spreading malicious rumors.” The group’s faces cycled between red and pale. They stammered, “We didn’t say anything.” “It was just a joke…”

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“The ‘child-free’ decision was a mistake. Mom’s getting old; there’s no more time to wait.” “How many months?” I looked up at my husband, Eason Reed. “What?” “Your bastard child.” Eason’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I was planning to find someone to have a baby. If you mind, once the child is a little older, I can bring them home for you to raise.” “Pfft…” I scoffed. “What a coincidence! A bastard child, our dad has one already. Why not just bring that one home?” 1. “What did you say?” Eason’s pupils constricted. “What do you mean, ‘our dad has one’?” I didn’t rush to answer. Instead, I slowly pulled a stack of photos from the drawer. Each one showed a mother and child. “This woman originally planned to cause a scene with Mom, but Mom just had heart bypass surgery last month and can’t handle stress. I stopped her.” Eason’s face turned ashen. He snatched the photos. “Nonsense! Dad, at his age, how could he be so foolish! We absolutely cannot let Mom find out about this!” I looked at him, feigning innocence. “Our dad has a child in his later years. Aren’t you happy for him? That’s your biological brother, after all. He’ll inherit the company someday too.” “Brother?” Eason’s mouth twitched. “Do you hear yourself? That’s an illegitimate child! A shameful bastard! What right does he have to be on equal footing with me?” I met his gaze, a smile in my eyes. “Honey, are you perhaps a little too nervous? Having a brother could help you share the burden. You should be happy.” “This way, we won’t have to go through all the trouble of finding a surrogate.” Eason froze abruptly. Observing his expression, I could more or less guess what had happened. When a child can’t hold it, they’ve already made a mess. When a man confesses, he’s already been to bed with someone else. So, he wasn’t asking for my opinion; he was telling me his decision. Three seconds later, he grabbed his jacket. “I’ll look into this. If it’s true, then we have a huge problem!” The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. Rapid footsteps echoed in the hallway. I slowly pulled out my phone. “Follow him. Once you have clear photos, send them to me.” Hanging up, I leaned back into the sofa, gazing out at the night sky. The decision to be child-free had been a mutual agreement eighteen years ago. Back then, he’d said children were a burden, an encumbrance. He didn’t want to be tied down for life by a ‘ball and chain.’ We were to be an ideal couple, traveling the world, seeing every mountain and river. I believed him. And I poured all my energy into the family business. Eighteen years later. I had long since lost the ability to become a mother. But men were different. They could change their minds at any time. Now, the matriarch of the family was ill and suddenly remembered the important duty of continuing the family line. And Eason, in a burst of filial piety, also felt that a life without children was incomplete. How utterly absurd. Back then, everyone criticized me, saying that having children was the lowest form of ‘poverty alleviation.’ Women shouldn’t dream of getting something for nothing by just using their womb. I thought that by holding the steering wheel of my life, I could avoid a mutual defeat. But no one ever told me. In life’s multiple-choice questions, no matter which path you take, it’s a dead end. My time was running out. I needed more help and more evidence. Otherwise, my fate would be terrible. The next second, I grabbed my car keys and headed to the hospital. Since Eason’s mother was so fond of children, how could I let her down? The woman in the bed wasn’t particularly pleased to see me. “What are you doing here? Where’s Eason?” I offered a slight smile, pulling up a chair. “Him? He seems to be meeting someone. Oh, by the way, where’s Dad?” The old woman impatiently turned her head. “He left on a business trip yesterday.” She stretched lazily. “You don’t need to come anymore. The company is at a critical stage right now. Use this time to help out more. Lin here is enough to take care of me.” Lin? I looked at the caregiver standing nearby. 2. The young woman had always worn a mask, so I hadn’t paid much attention to her appearance. Now, looking closely, she seemed a bit heavy-set. “Lin,” I addressed her. “Go get some hot water and wash my mother’s feet.” “What?” The girl froze, standing rooted to the spot, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes. “What’s wrong?” I observed her movements. “You’ve been serving my mother for a week, and you’ve never washed her feet?” “What exactly do you do during your shifts?” “I… I…” She stammered, instinctively glancing at my mother-in-law on the bed. “Oh, for heaven’s sake!” The old woman slapped the bed frame. “Whether I want my feet washed is up to me, it has nothing to do with you! There’s nothing for you here, just leave!” In that moment, I felt like I was watching a dramatic family play unfold. This Lin, she was definitely not just an ordinary caregiver. The next second, my phone vibrated. The photos had arrived. On the screen, Eason sat in a corner of a coffee shop, glaring furiously at the woman opposite him. In the woman’s arms was a child, two or three years old. I stared at the photos, a scoff escaping my lips. Both women looked at me simultaneously. “What are you laughing at?” I looked up at the old woman on the bed. “Mom, our men are not being faithful. Eason’s gone and gotten himself a bastard child.” In my peripheral vision, Lin’s shoulders gave a tiny jerk, but she quickly regained her composure. The old woman sneered. “Elara, are you mistaken? A woman in her forties who can’t even bear a child, and you expect me to fight your battles for you?” “A bastard child? That status isn’t for you to decide, it’s for me to decide. Don’t be ungrateful. If I were you, I would have signed the papers and cleared out a long time ago!” As her words fell, Lin visibly relaxed. Indeed. With such strong backing from her mother-in-law, she could practically walk all over this family. But what if… there were several women walking all over the family? A crab convention? “Pfft…” I couldn’t help it; I laughed again. “Mom, I think you’ve misunderstood. The bastard child I’m talking about isn’t Eason’s; it’s Arthur Reed’s.” “What did you say?” Both women gasped simultaneously. “But you don’t need to panic.” I handed my phone to my mother-in-law. “Eason has already gone to deal with that mother and child. I’m sure he’ll handle it cleanly.” I paused, my finger gently zooming in on the photo on the screen. “Speaking of which, that boy… he really looks like Dad.” The old woman trembled as she took the phone, her face ashen, one hand repeatedly clutching her chest. “How could this be… how could this be…” Lin frantically rushed forward, snatching the phone. “Madam, deep breaths! Please don’t get agitated. It’s not that bad yet! When Eason gets back, we can…” “Eason?” I interrupted her with a smile. “You might be mistaken. The one actually transferring assets isn’t Eason; it’s Arthur Reed.” I leaned in closer to my mother-in-law. “Mom, please take care of yourself. We’re counting on you to get back to the company and investigate this thoroughly. You absolutely cannot collapse at this point, or it will truly benefit that mother and child.” As my words fell, the old woman’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She slumped backward. Lin was completely panicked. She frantically lunged for the call button by the bed. “Quick! Someone! Bed 601 is in distress!” I rushed forward to help support her. “Mom, don’t get so agitated. Don’t you like children? They’re all Reed family blood, no matter whose offspring they are, you should treat them equally…” “You shut your mouth!” Lin spun around furiously, swinging a hand at me. My eyes narrowed. I raised my hand, caught her wrist, and squeezed hard. “What do you think you are? A caregiver, daring to lay a hand on me?” The next second, I shoved her. She stumbled backward, crashing straight into the nearby medical cabinet. But as she fell, her hands desperately shielded her abdomen. “Help! My baby!” A piercing scream cut through the entire hospital room. I gasped. A baby? 3. Just then, the doctor, along with several nurses, rushed in. And the old woman on the bed had already rolled her eyes back, convulsing. “Patient is in cardiac arrest! Quick, prepare the defibrillator! Epinephrine stat!” The hospital room instantly erupted into chaos. My gaze coldly swept past the busy medical staff, landing on the woman on the floor. There was a baby in her belly. I closed my eyes, taking a deep, slow breath. One against four. I seemed to already see my own ending. This was a war I couldn’t possibly win. Eason would soon discover that the woman wasn’t Arthur Reed’s mistress. He would also realize that all of this was just a trap I had set. And then? He would be furious, he would retaliate, and he would throw me out. And this woman, clutching her abdomen, would move into my home with her illegitimate child, rightfully so. I opened my eyes, looking at the deep night outside the window. But to suffer in silence has never been my style. I was alone, with no attachments. No children to raise, no parents to look after, and no weakness for anyone to exploit. So, I wasn’t afraid. The next second, I pulled out my phone and dialed Eason. “Honey, Mom’s in the ICU.” “That caregiver fell, and she’s actually pregnant! Now she’s extorting us, saying it happened on our watch and we’re responsible!” Twenty minutes later, Eason rushed breathlessly into the hospital building. He only saw me sitting alone on a bench outside the ICU, hands clasped, praying devoutly. “Elara!” He hurried over, looking around. “Vivian… I mean… where’s Lin?” I looked up, my eyes slightly red. “This woman is a liar! She’s five months pregnant! She didn’t say anything when we hired her as a caregiver, and now she’s screaming after falling. Isn’t this just a scam?” Eason’s face changed. “Then… then where is she? Where did she go?” “Why are you panicking?” I looked up at him, a hint of inquiry in my eyes. “Regardless of whether the child lives or dies, I’ll bear all responsibility. I won’t let the Reed family get involved.” Eason didn’t reply. He grabbed a passing nurse. “Where’s Lin? The girl who was with my mom?” The nurse glanced at me. “Ms. Vance arranged for her transfer. This is a cardiovascular hospital; we don’t have an obstetrics department. She needs to go to a maternity hospital for prenatal care.” Eason’s face was ashen. He pulled out his phone and made a call. Soon, the call connected. “Where are you?” Lin’s tearful voice came from the other end. “Eason, it was Elara! Elara pushed me! The baby’s fine, but I need to be on bed rest… I was so scared, I almost didn’t protect your baby… Mom getting into the ICU was also because Elara provoked her. She knows everything!” Eason hung up the phone and slowly turned to face me. His eyes had changed. “Elara, you shouldn’t have done this.” He took a step closer, his voice resolute. “I originally thought that once the child was born, I would let you raise them. After all, you can’t have children, and I can’t let the Reed family line end.” He paused, shaking his head. “But now I see, you’re simply not fit to be a mother. So, I don’t want to deceive myself anymore.” With that, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. It was a printed divorce agreement. “Sign it.” I took the agreement and scanned it. The asset division section read: Marital assets split 50/50. I smiled. From my bag, I pulled out another agreement. “Sign this one.” It stated that due to the husband having an improper relationship with another person and causing pregnancy during the marriage, he was the primary at-fault party, and 70% of the joint marital assets would belong to the wife. “70%?” Eason laughed as if he’d heard a joke. “Elara, you’re dreaming!” “Winning a lawsuit isn’t about empty words; it’s about evidence. And you have none.” With that, he turned and strode away. I sat there, watching his back disappear down the hallway. It was true, I had no evidence. I had no right to demand a paternity test between someone else’s child and my husband. Even if I knew that child was his, even if the whole world knew that child was his. As long as he denied it, the court would be powerless. I slowly gathered the two agreements, stuffing them back into my bag. But one thing he said was wrong. Evidence would come soon enough. The next second, my phone rang. “He went to the maternity hospital.” “Good.”

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At my best friend’s wedding, I was lucky enough to catch the bouquet. Everyone looked on expectantly at me and Henry, my boyfriend of eight years. My friend, Maya, beamed, playfully teasing, “Congratulations! So, when’s the big day for you two?” I replied, “Next month.” To my surprise, Henry’s face instantly darkened. Right there, in front of everyone, he snapped at me, “Are you that desperate to get married? The more you push, the less I want to marry you.” He didn’t know the man I planned to marry wasn’t him. 1 The atmosphere at the wedding turned awkward because of Henry’s words. Maya, my best friend, looked ready to lash out on my behalf, but I stopped her. “Don’t let it get to you. Today’s your wedding, it’s not worth getting upset over.” Her husband, Michael, quickly stepped in, calming her simmering anger. Once she was settled, I pulled Henry aside. I didn’t want our drama to overshadow Maya’s special day. Henry was still fuming. “You can relax,” I explained, “what I said earlier was just polite conversation, not serious.” His expression softened slightly, but he still couldn’t resist a barbed comment. “I think you should learn from Elara Vance. Stop being so obsessed with romance.” Elara Vance was a brilliant, newly hired graduate from overseas at his company. This wasn’t the first time Henry had brought her up to me. Initially, when he talked about Elara, it was usually to complain about her strong personality, calling her aloof. But gradually, his comments had shifted to praise. He’d often say, “Elara is like a modern-day Joan of Arc, even more capable than most men.” A knot tightened in my stomach. I remembered replying to him then, “How capable?” He’d rolled his eyes at me. “More capable than a housewife like you, anyway.” My body stiffened. He knew perfectly well that the only reason I stayed home was because of my health. I had a congenital heart condition. In my younger years, this condition often led to emergencies. The most serious time, I almost died. Out of fear for my safety, Henry stopped me from working. I remembered him holding me tenderly then, promising he’d take care of me, telling me to rest at home and wait for him. I loved him, and I trusted him. But I never imagined that eight years into our relationship, his promise to “take care of me” would become a knife he’d twist into my heart. At that moment, a soft melody began to play at the wedding. In the romantic atmosphere, I felt a sudden daze wash over me. Henry hadn’t realized how hurtful his words were. Or perhaps he had, but he didn’t care. He even seemed proud of himself for leaving me speechless. He looked satisfied to see me discomfited. Just then, his phone rang. Elara’s calm, confident voice came from the other end. “Don’t stay up late tonight. You have a business trip tomorrow.” “Understood,” Henry replied, his tone gentle. Elara chuckled softly. “Want some unagi bowl? I can bring it over.” “Sure, thanks, Chef Elara.” Henry’s eyes crinkled with a smile, his joy undeniable. “Hmph, stop being such a tease,” Elara playfully chided. After hanging up, Henry’s smile lingered, the earlier coldness from our argument completely gone. Their familiarity was so evident; I felt utterly shut out of their world. At that moment, Maya, arm in arm with her husband, approached us. She continued to jab at Henry. “Henry, you better not do anything to hurt Serena, or I swear, I’ll never forgive you.” Henry first glanced at me, then let out an annoyed scoff. “My relationship with her is none of anyone else’s business.” Maya’s temper flared again. Michael and I quickly intervened, calming her down. With our persuasion, she reluctantly allowed Michael to lead her away. In the corner of the grand hall, only Henry and I remained. Henry grumbled, “You should spend less time with her. She’s a total shrew.” I turned to him, enunciating each word carefully. “A shrew? In your eyes, who isn’t a shrew? Even Elara Vance, whom you admire so much now, you used to call her a shrew.” Henry choked on his words. He wanted to argue, but I didn’t give him a chance, simply walking away. As the wedding neared its end, Maya pulled me aside, her face red from crying. She said we had planned to have our weddings together, but she didn’t expect me to break that promise. I smiled, gently patting her shoulder. I told her, “It’s okay. Seeing you happy today makes me happy.” But Maya insisted, “No, I know you. You’re not happy at all today. You should break up with him.” 2 No sooner had she spoken than Henry appeared. He looked at us suspiciously. “Break up what?” Maya shot him a glare and turned her head away. But he was persistent, a hint of anxiety even in his voice. “Serena, tell me.” “Can’t you tell? My best friend can’t bear to part with me.” The lie rolled off my tongue effortlessly. He saw no change in my expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In an instant, he reverted to his usual haughty self. “It’s getting late. We need to go home.” I nodded. After saying goodbye to Maya, I got into Henry’s car. We didn’t exchange a single word the entire way. He seemed a little surprised by my silence, yet satisfied that I was finally “behaving” and not bothering him. When we got home, Henry even remembered to praise me. “You should always be this quiet, instead of rambling on the moment you get in the car.” But his praise quickly turned into a lecture. “If you had something of your own to do, you wouldn’t always be clinging to me.” He sighed. “You never go out and socialize; you’re completely out of touch with society. You even graduated from a prestigious university. You’re truly wasting your potential.” I clutched the hem of my dress. I knew. Even without Henry telling me these things, I knew. I was more anxious than he was. Just then, I received a message from Maya. “I have good news for you. We’ve found a matching heart donor.” The good news hit me like a revelation, snapping me awake. Henry, mistaking my reaction for being affected by his words, felt a pang of regret. But he continued nonetheless. “I can’t always support you, Serena. If one day we break up, what will you do?” I was no longer listening to him. I rushed into the bedroom, continuing my conversation with Maya about the heart donor. Henry remained in the living room, still lecturing. “I’m not saying I’ll abandon you. I just hope you can have something of your own, Serena. I want you to be more independent.” I didn’t respond. Seeing my silence, he sighed, then turned and went into the bathroom to shower. That afternoon, Henry suddenly called me. “Serena, I left a file at home. Can you bring it to the office for me?” I was about to ask him where the file was when he abruptly hung up. I sighed and started searching the house. I finally found the file in his study. Just as I was about to grab the file and leave, I accidentally bumped into a hanging bag. The bag fell to the floor, scattering its contents, revealing a necklace gift box. I opened the box. It was empty. I suddenly remembered something and quickly checked my social media. Finally, I saw the necklace in a post by Elara Vance. It was accompanied by a picture: a man’s large hand helping her put on the necklace. I hadn’t paid much attention to the post before, so I hadn’t noticed the subtle details. Now, looking closely, I saw a mole on the inside of the man’s index finger. Henry had a mole in the same spot on his hand. At that point, what more was there to understand? The necklace was a Givenchy, worth over two hundred thousand dollars. How could a man as frugal as he was usually, afford such an expensive gift? I let out a bitter laugh. 3 I remembered my birthday last year. Not only did he forget, but afterward, he only made it up to me with a scarf worth a hundred dollars. It wasn’t that I disliked the scarf for being too cheap, but that my neck became incredibly itchy when I wore it. He had laughed at me then, “Where did you get all this princess syndrome? You’re probably just upset the gift is too cheap, aren’t you? Don’t try to be like those gold diggers online, Serena. We need to be grounded.” I shook my head with a bitter smile. Thankfully, I no longer had any expectations of him. I put everything back in its place, then hurried to deliver the file to him. As soon as I arrived at the company, I was stopped by the receptionist. I explained that I was Henry’s girlfriend and was there to deliver a file. The receptionist seemed to soften slightly, but then Elara Vance appeared. Elara didn’t even glance at me. She looked straight ahead, instructing the receptionist, “Get rid of her quickly.” I stared at her in surprise. She clearly knew me; we had met before. I thought a woman like her would be above playing such petty games. The receptionist gave me an apologetic look and was about to ask me to leave. Seeing Elara walk away without a backward glance, I called out, “Ms. Vance, we know each other, don’t we?” Meeting the receptionist’s astonished gaze, Elara’s expression remained unchanged. She scrutinized me from head to toe, her eyes heavy with disdain. “So what? Are you so idle that you come here to cause a scene? Henry told me you were a high-achieving student?” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. My temper flared, and I was about to say something when Henry suddenly appeared, stopping me. Henry first looked at Elara, asking her with concern, “What’s wrong? She didn’t do anything to you, did she?” I looked up, surprised. In Henry’s eyes, was I really that kind of person? Despite having long understood his true nature, a chill still ran down my spine at that moment. Thankfully, my time with him was also coming to an end. My wedding was scheduled for next month, and the groom wasn’t him. The man I was about to marry was someone I met through an arranged meeting; I didn’t have strong feelings for him. For me, marriage was just a task. I was in my early thirties; I needed a marriage to deflect societal scrutiny. Most importantly, I needed a definitive reason to finally end things with Henry. We had been together for eight years; he was my first love. To completely excise him from my life would be like tearing off my own skin. Fortunately, I had long passed the stage of holding romanticized notions of love. Watching the two of them being intimately close, oblivious to my presence, I maintained a calm expression and placed the file on the reception desk. “The file is here.” I casually informed him and then left. He didn’t even glance at me until I had walked out of the company building. He was still talking to Elara about something. That evening, he returned. I was sitting on the sofa, casually looking at my phone. Henry seemed surprised that I hadn’t made dinner tonight. But he didn’t say much, turning instead to shower. After his shower, he saw me still on the sofa with my phone, his expression unreadable. “Why haven’t you cooked anything? I’ve had a long day. Can’t you be more thoughtful?” I didn’t even look up. “What? Your Ms. Vance didn’t keep you for dinner?” I had seen Elara’s social media post tonight. Henry had dropped her home. But Henry had told me he was working late. Caught in his lie, he grew annoyed. “I knew you’d overthink things, that’s why I kept it from you.” He sighed. “Look at you today, causing a scene at my company?” I looked at him as if he were an idiot. “Didn’t you ask me to deliver the file?” He coughed uncomfortably. Perhaps he realized he was in the wrong, but he still stubbornly insisted, “You should have just delivered the file to the reception. You argued with Elara just because you disliked her and made an issue out of nothing.” He continued, “She’s not like you. She’s not just any girl; she has ideals and ambitions. She’s above playing mind games and schemes or getting jealous all the time.” He concluded, “I’ve already apologized for you. Next time you see her, be polite.” I felt like I didn’t even know him anymore.

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I asked my best friend to try on the bridesmaid dress, but she ended up wearing my wedding gown instead. On the morning of my wedding, she and my fiancé stumbled out of the same hotel room, clothes rumpled. The hotel staff were shocked, and my parents were crying and screaming. My fiancé, looking guilty, stepped forward to hug me. I didn’t yell or throw a fit. Instead, I generously announced on the spot that I was giving the wedding ceremony to them. My best friend looked smug, but she had no idea. Just a moment ago, when my fiancé hugged me, the protective jade pendant my grandmother left me shattered. My grandmother always said that if the jade shattered, it was blocking a disaster. An apocalyptic disaster. 1 “Katie, last night was an accident. I accidentally put on your wedding dress, and Liam had too much to drink and didn’t see clearly…” My best friend, Chloe, said this, but she couldn’t hide the pride in her eyes. I knew exactly what she was so proud of. Liam came from a prominent family, had great looks and charisma, and on top of that, he doted on his girlfriends. During the six months he pursued me, he bought me over a hundred thousand dollars worth of gifts. Now, six months into our relationship, just when I had finally agreed to marry him, this happened. The scene in front of me was almost comical. Chloe was wearing my wedding dress, which was torn in places, and the marks on her exposed skin broadcasted exactly what happened last night. My fiancé, Liam, kept his head down, seemingly afraid to look at me. My parents kicked Liam in the leg and, even while being held back by the hotel staff, continued to curse at him, pointing fingers. Liam picked himself up from the floor, walked over to me, and gave me a gentle hug. “Katie, I’m so sorry. But what’s done is done. Please, just let us be.” What a shameless thing to say. I wasn’t an idiot. I could tell how satisfied he was with Chloe. Chloe definitely had a better figure than me and was much more open-minded. Liam had hinted at it many times while we were dating, but I insisted on waiting until after marriage. Just when everyone thought I was going to slap him and curse out his entire family… I smiled and nodded. “Sure.” Not only that, I added, “The hotel is already booked anyway. You two should get married today, right here.” Liam let out a sigh of relief. “Katie, I knew you were a generous girl.” My parents were so furious they almost died on the spot. They even wanted to grab a broom from the cleaning staff and beat me with it. “Katie! You’re just going to let these two cheating dogs go?! Where are we supposed to show our faces now?!” I dragged my furious parents away. Around the corner of the hallway, I pulled out the jade pendant from under my clothes. It was broken into two pieces. “Mom, Dad, this is the jade pendant Grandma left me.” As soon as my parents saw the once flawless, pale green jade broken in half, their anger instantly vanished. My mom grabbed me and practically dragged me onto the elevator. She asked me, her eyes darting around like security cameras: “Did this… just break?” My dad’s face went from beet red to deathly pale, his fingers trembling slightly. “No way…” I nodded. “It shattered just now when Liam hugged me.” My parents exchanged a look, their brows furrowed so tightly they couldn’t relax. As soon as we stepped off the hotel elevator, my dad announced: “We’re moving. Now!!” Passing by the bride and groom welcome signs outside the hotel, my parents kicked Liam’s sign over and took mine with them. My mom immediately called the wedding planner. She demanded that they take away all text and pictures related to me, leaving absolutely no trace behind. Seeing how incredibly tense my parents were, I was moved to act too. I deleted all of Liam’s contact info and photos from my phone. Our family fled the hotel in a panic. That very night, we packed up and moved out of the city. 2 The reason we were so tense was because of the jade pendant my grandmother left behind. My grandmother was the most accurate psychic for miles around. From shocking murders to finding lost cats and dogs, she could calculate anything. Some people even whispered that she wasn’t human, but an animal spirit that had attained enlightenment. Because my grandmother never got a single prediction wrong in her entire life. My grandmother lived to be exactly ninety-nine years old. The day she passed away was a clear winter day. She was sitting in her rocking chair in the yard, soaking up the sun. After petting our yellow dog twice, she called my name. “Katie!” I was only eight years old at the time. When I walked over, she took the jade pendant she had worn her whole life and tied it around my neck. “Katie, wear this jade pendant well and never take it off. If it shatters one day, it means it blocked a disaster for you.” “You must immediately get away from the person closest to you when it breaks.” “The jade shatters to block a disaster. An apocalyptic disaster.” I didn’t understand back then and asked foolishly: “Grandma? What big disaster?” My grandmother looked at me and slowly said through her toothless mouth: “Three Families Village.” Leaving only those three words, she closed her eyes, leaned back in her rocking chair, and passed away peacefully. Afterward, my grandmother had a grand funeral. Important people from our town and all six neighboring towns came to pay their respects. I told my parents everything about my grandmother giving me the jade. I asked them what “Three Families Village” was, but they refused to speak of it. Instead, they immediately packed up our belongings and moved us to the city. Now, memories that had been sealed away for years awakened. The absurd drama between me, Liam, and Chloe spread all over social media. At first, everyone thought what Chloe did was despicable, stealing her best friend’s fiancé. But then people found out that not only was I not angry, but I also handed over the groom and the wedding ceremony. Some started calling me a coward, saying I had no spine if I could just let my best friend and boyfriend sleep together without throwing a fit. Rumors flew everywhere. But I didn’t care. I let them talk. Chloe successfully hijacked the wedding, becoming the bride and Liam’s lawful wife. She seemed very proud of herself. She constantly posted on social media, showing off from the wedding day until now. A dazzling diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg, a $20,000 cash gift from Liam’s parents, Liam kneeling to put a designer shoe on her foot, and closet after closet of luxury goods… [Thanks to Katie, and thanks to the me who bravely chased after love.] [This time, I want both money and love.] [You only live once, bravery happens right now.] Liam also gave his new wife plenty of face, constantly posting photos showing off their love. Many mutual friends liked her posts, some even sucking up to her in the comments, saying things like, “Looks like someone else just didn’t have the blessing for this life.” Chloe seemed very satisfied with everyone putting me down and replied with a grinning emoji. Looking at these posts showing off her wealth, I actually laughed out loud. She probably had no idea what was waiting for her. Not only that, Chloe flaunted her wealth online, posting the “glorious” story of how she hijacked the wedding, which attracted a lot of attention. Her account gained 500,000 followers overnight. The comments were full of people praising her as a “boss babe,” saying “the brave enjoy the world first,” and “the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel.” The news that my parents and I moved overnight also reached the internet. The people who originally mocked me for being a coward laughed even harder, saying my parents and I were made of the same weak stuff, scared and spineless. I didn’t care if they insulted me, but seeing the comments mocking my parents, I couldn’t help but fire back. I commented on Chloe’s post: [Insult me all you want, but what’s the deal with attacking my parents? Do none of you have parents? Please watch your mouths, and Miss Chloe, please stop using me for clout.] 3 As soon as I posted the comment, I turned off my direct messages. Sure enough, my comment was immediately flooded with hate. Chloe didn’t reply, but she liked all the comments attacking me. I shook my head at these people who couldn’t tell right from wrong. Whatever. People do what they do, and heaven watches. We hadn’t just moved; our new home was halfway across the state from our old city. It was a remote location with a relatively small population. My mom had suggested moving to a nearby city, but my dad, for whatever reason, insisted on going hundreds of miles away. My mom couldn’t change his mind, so she had to agree. Although I believed my grandmother’s words, I was still very curious about my parents’ reaction. During dinner that night, I asked them: “Mom, Dad, what exactly did Grandma mean by an apocalyptic disaster?” My parents, who were smiling just a moment ago, instantly stiffened. My mom put a piece of braised pork into my dad’s bowl. “Katie is grown up now, honey. We can tell her, right?” My dad hesitated but eventually nodded. “You tell her.” My curiosity flared. “An apocalyptic disaster? Does that mean a natural disaster is coming?” “You remember Three Families Village, right?” My mom looked very serious. I nodded. “I remember. Grandma mentioned it to me.” My mom’s expression turned strange. “Three Families Village… a few hundred people, originally located about ten miles from our town. Overnight, the entire village hanged themselves. Wiped out.” As soon as she said that, the warm atmosphere at the dinner table froze. “Hanged… hanged themselves?” I was shocked. I had thought the “apocalyptic disaster” my grandmother mentioned meant a flood, earthquake, or some other natural disaster. I never expected it to be something so bizarre. I quickly asked, “Why?” My parents looked uneasy and said in unison: “It was haunted.” Even after dinner was over, the shock in my heart hadn’t subsided. No wonder my grandmother gave me that protective jade pendant before she died. So the jade pendant really did block a massive disaster for me. It seems my grandmother not only calculated things her whole life, but she even calculated my future. Thinking about what happened in Three Families Village still gave me the creeps. Hundreds of people hanging themselves overnight is truly a horrific tragedy. According to my parents, whatever disaster was about to fall upon Liam would probably be even more terrifying than that. But why didn’t the jade pendant break before? Why did it only break after Liam and Chloe hooked up? Did my grandmother foresee even this twist? Just as I was marveling at my grandmother’s brilliance, my phone rang. It was an unknown number, so I answered it. A smooth, gentle voice came through: “Katie, how are you holding up?” It was Liam! I immediately hung up and blocked the number. I didn’t dare have anything to do with him anymore. After that night, I stopped answering calls from any unknown numbers. I was terrified of dying! Chloe continued to flaunt her status as a wealthy wife online. Luxury cars, expensive watches, gold, and jewelry flowed into her bedroom like a river. Perhaps she got bored, because she started coming after me again. 4 In the middle of the night, Chloe, dressed to the nines and wearing an expensive fur coat, sat on a luxurious sofa live-streaming. The viewers flooding into the stream were all praising her beauty. Chloe smiled and nodded. “I was bored today, so I started a stream to chat with everyone.” After casually showing off a few designer bags, prodded by viewer comments, she brought my name up again. “Her? She was probably born without the destiny to be rich. Even when the food is fed right to her mouth, she wouldn’t eat it, hehe.” “Best friend? We used to be… but did she really treat me as a best friend? She didn’t even tell me when she met Liam. She only told me after they got together. Was she afraid I’d steal her man? So much for women supporting women, haha.” “Where is she now? Probably scared to death with her family. They fled overnight on the day Liam and I got married, probably afraid I’d become a rich wife and take revenge on them.” … Watching this unfamiliar woman on the screen, I couldn’t help but sigh. How could I have been so blind before? Chloe was still spreading rumors about me, but the sharp-eyed viewers in the stream noticed something bizarre. [Chloe, did the closet behind you just move?] [I thought I was the only one who saw that! It feels like there’s something inside?] [Yeah, you should check it out. Maybe it’s a puppy?] Chloe didn’t see the comments at first. Not until the chat was entirely filled with people telling her to watch her back. And I had seen it just now, too. The closet behind Chloe was slightly ajar, revealing a crack, and there seemed to be a faint eye looking out. The angle was extremely strange, because if it was an eye, it was at the very bottom of the closet. Chloe clicked her tongue in annoyance and pulled her fur coat tighter. “You guys are just trying to scare me. There’s no one else in the mansion tonight, don’t try to scare me.” Saying that, as if to prove she wasn’t afraid, her high heels clicked across the floor as she walked up to the closet. “There, see?!” She yanked the door open. Crash— A man in a black leather jacket tumbled out upside down and crashed onto the floor. He was wearing a black face mask, and a bunch of expensive jewelry spilled out onto the floor with him. He was probably a burglar. But instead of running, he curled up in the corner trembling, his eyes unfocused, his face a sickly pale color. “Ghost… there’s a ghost… ghost… don’t kill me… don’t…” When he saw Chloe’s pale neck, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, fell to his knees, and started kowtowing to her repeatedly. “I’m begging you! Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I didn’t mean to… spare me, spare me…” The man smashed his forehead against the floor until it bled, banging his head faster and faster. Chloe froze for a second, then clutched her chest and ran away screaming. “Help! There’s a burglar! Help!” In the chaos, the phone streaming the video was knocked to the ground, so we couldn’t see what happened next. Watching the burglar who had been scared out of his wits, I felt a mix of shock and fear. What exactly did he see to be scared like that? Remembering what my mom said about Three Families Village, I had a bad feeling. Maybe this was the omen of the approaching disaster. There was definitely something unclean in the Liam’s mansion now.

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My husband was supposedly an orphan, losing both his parents when he was young. He later married into my wealthy family as a live-in son-in-law. After our marriage, we had a son and a daughter, and my parents enjoyed the bliss of having grandchildren. However, when I rushed home on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I heard my husband teaching our children to call the old family butler something unexpected: “Grandpa.” 1 “Yes! Good girl.” Uncle Miller’s old face broke into a smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum. A sheen of tears flashed in his eyes, and his face bore obvious pride. My husband, William, had one arm around each child. After coaxing our little daughter, Lily, to call him that, he turned to our son, Liam: “Liam, call him Grandpa.” Standing outside the window, I watched this scene unfold in the living hall with cold eyes, thoughts swirling in my mind. Since my parents retired, they traveled abroad frequently. They had just flown to the Maldives a few days ago. I had personally gone to Shanghai to negotiate a project, but considering it was the Mid-Autumn Festival—a time for family reunion—I took a red-eye flight back. I wanted to surprise my husband and children, but I never expected William to give me such a shock instead. Uncle Miller had worked for my father for over a decade. Even though he was a senior member of the household staff, it still wasn’t his place to comfortably accept the title of “Grandpa.” He was usually cautious and followed the rules. He shouldn’t have acted so presumptuously. Lily was still in elementary school, so naturally, she did whatever William told her to do. But Liam was already in middle school. He knew perfectly well who the real head of this household was, so he reluctantly refused: “Dad, if Mom hears this, it won’t be good…” Before Liam could finish, William interrupted him, flying into a rage born of humiliation: “Does my word mean nothing in this house anymore? He’s a… an elder who has been with our family for so many years. He watched you grow up with his own eyes. What’s wrong with calling him Grandpa?” Hearing this, Liam stopped resisting and called out timidly in a low voice, “Grandpa.” Compared to Lily’s calling, the ecstatic joy on Uncle Miller’s face could no longer be hidden. He abruptly reached out, wanting to pull Liam into his arms. Liam instinctively dodged his hands, leaving Uncle Miller standing there awkwardly. William suddenly shouted angrily, as if a raw nerve had been poked: “I raised you for nothing! You’re exactly like your mother, looking down your nose at everyone! You even…” The rest of his words were instantly swallowed back down. He looked toward me as if he’d seen a ghost: “W…Wife, why are you back so suddenly?” “If I wasn’t, how would I know you act so high and mighty at home?” A cold smile played on my lips as I slowly walked into the living room. Liam threw himself at me like he’d seen a savior: “Mom! I thought you wouldn’t be back for at least a week.” Lily also leaned into my embrace playfully: “Mommy, did you bring me an Elsa dress?” I took my time comforting my two darlings before looking up at Uncle Miller and William: “I’m gone for one night, and my two children suddenly have a new grandpa?” Uncle Miller looked terrified, then immediately apologized in a dejected tone: “Miss Chloe, I was just too envious of Mr. Sterling having such wonderful grandchildren, which is why I lost my composure. Please don’t blame your husband. He just saw that today is a festival for family reunions, thought about how I’ve been alone my whole life, and felt sorry for me. I promise you, nothing like this will ever happen again!” Seeing Uncle Miller so anxious that tears were about to fall, I couldn’t bear to say much more. I just gave a vague nod and told him to leave for now. However, before he left, he and William quickly exchanged a subtle, knowing look. Seeing this, a faint sense of displeasure arose in my heart. In this house, Uncle Miller had the lowest status, followed by William. And this allied posture of theirs was testing my bottom line. 2 After returning to our room, William, seeing that my face was still grim, put on his usual cheeky, smiling face and leaned in: “Wife, you must be exhausted from this business trip, right? Let me massage your shoulders.” “Your humble servant will also rub your legs.” The soreness in my limbs gradually eased under his perfectly applied pressure. Perhaps because I always had a strong, dominant personality, I was always very susceptible to William’s “shows of weakness.” Even though I knew he was faking it. After all, just this afternoon, he had said things like “my eyes are on the top of my head.” But for a man to be able to fake it for a lifetime and keep me comfortable was a skill in itself. “Don’t make jokes like that again. It crossed the line.” My words effectively concluded today’s incident. The anxiety on William’s face visibly vanished: “I knew my wonderful wife was the most magnanimous.” He playfully massaged me for nearly half an hour before casually grabbing a set of pajamas and heading into the bathroom. For some reason, the look William and Uncle Miller exchanged that afternoon inappropriately popped into my mind. Remembering that he specifically went around to the nightstand to grab his phone before entering the bathroom, I instinctively lightened my footsteps and pressed myself against the bathroom door. “It’s a small matter. Just have him come over and report for duty.” “Everyone in the company knows who calls the shots now. If you ask me, having a woman as a leader just means a bunch of trivial, annoying rules.” William’s tone was incredibly arrogant, something I had never heard before. I didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but it made him chuckle in agreement. I raised my hand and knocked on the bathroom door: “William, who are you talking to?” The noise inside quickly ceased, and William stepped out briskly. He carefully observed my expression before speaking softly: “Wife… it’s like this. You know I lost my parents when I was young and grew up relying on the charity of others in my village. Now everyone back home knows I married a capable wife, and they all praise me for making something of myself. I also wanted to repay the kindness of the people from my hometown. So just now, my Third Uncle called wanting to find a job for his nephew here. It just so happened we have an opening for an errand boy at the company, so I agreed.” Hearing this explanation, my heart instantly skipped a beat. The tone William used on the phone just now was entirely natural. Seeing the small things tells the bigger picture. How many people had he exactly shoved into my company? Ignoring William’s anxious expression, I lay back down on the bed, keeping to myself. Early the next morning, I went straight to the company. My first order of business was to call in Kevin, the HR manager. Kevin looked troubled: “Ms. Sterling… are you saying you want a list of everyone hired by Mr. William?” A cold smile touched the corners of my mouth: “Since when do you have to look at William’s face to do your job?” “Chloe Sterling! It’s not cool to talk like that,” Kevin rolled his eyes at me. I found it a bit funny: “You were the one acting weird first. Calling me ‘Ms. Sterling’ and being all formal.” Kevin suddenly sighed: “Ever since you focused entirely on the company’s business operations, the internal management has become William’s domain. You two are husband and wife, after all. There are many things that are hard for me to say, but I suggest you go take a look at the administration department on the seventh floor.” I didn’t press Kevin any further and headed straight downstairs. As soon as I reached the entrance of the administration department, I saw it was entirely staffed by young women, all wearing extremely short suit skirts. This scene made me frown deeply. Before I could even take two steps inside, I saw the unfamiliar back of a man, his wandering hands sliding back and forth along a girl’s thigh. “You… you…” The girl’s voice was filled with shock and anger, but she couldn’t get any other words out. The man touching her was about forty or fifty. Seeing her constantly trying to dodge, his tone suddenly turned vicious: “So what if I touch you? I’m the one who hired all of you! Do you want to keep your jobs or not?! I pay you such high salaries just for my own pleasure!” Hearing this, the anger in my heart nearly burst out of my throat. Who the hell was this old animal?! Just as I was about to call security, I heard him spouting more nonsense: “You women are only good for spreading your legs for men. Take our famous Ms. Sterling, for example. No matter how capable or badass she is, she spends her days making money for my nephew to spend, and at night, she obediently lies in bed for my nephew to play with!” 3 I instantly laughed out of pure anger and called for several security guards: “Throw him out.” The old animal was surrounded by security guards, still spewing foul language: “Who do you think you are?! Do you know who I am?!” “When did a woman your age sneak into my company?! I only hire fresh, eighteen-year-old girls!” “Don’t touch me, you worthless trash! Where’s William? Get William here! I’m his real uncle!” The head of security glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that I had no reaction to these words, he boldly ordered his men to pin him down and drag him out. I rubbed my temples and called Kevin over again: “Tell me, what exactly is going on.” This time, Kevin spoke clearly: “William has been exercising hiring power in the company under your name. He’s stuffed anyone from his hometown who is even remotely related to him in here, regardless of their age or how low their education is. As the HR manager, I have no say. You brought me here to filter candidates for you, but now, the people entering the company are truly a mixed bag.” I was both angry and amused. Since my father retired, I took over the corporate group, and project matters left me no time to focus elsewhere. Although William was a live-in son-in-law, he had the title of “Vice President” after his name. It was somewhat understandable that people in the company deferred to him. “This current state of the company is my fault,” I sighed. Kevin paused for a moment, practically spelling it out for me: “Making money is secondary. You’d better sort out your family affairs first.” I thought of the old man who claimed to be William’s uncle, and a shadow of gloom cast over my heart. After all, William had always told me he “lost his parents young, had no family left, and grew up relying on the charity of the village.” I nodded, got up decisively, and left. I headed straight home, wanting to have a serious talk with William, but I couldn’t find him in the living room or the garden. At this hour… could he not be home? I was just about to call him when I faintly sensed something was wrong. Thinking it over, I realized that Uncle Miller, who usually stayed in the living room, was also nowhere to be seen. Remembering the secret exchange between William and Uncle Miller yesterday, I instinctively walked towards Uncle Miller’s room. Uncle Miller always knew his place. When he first came to our house, he voluntarily chose the room at the very end of the hallway. As if possessed, I actually took off my high heels and approached with the lightest footsteps possible. “Are you an idiot? Don’t you know what kind of person your uncle is? Why would you put him in the company?!” Was that Uncle Miller’s voice? I was a bit surprised. This usually gentle and calm man actually had moments of such explosive anger and impatience? But who was he scolding? Soon, the other, expected voice chimed in. “I didn’t expect him to be this arrogant either, openly starting a harem in the administration department, and getting caught red-handed by Chloe.” It really was William. A glint of coldness flashed in my eyes as I calmly listened to the argument between the two inside. “I’ve been the butler in the Sterling family for over thirty years. I know Chloe’s temperament best. She won’t let this go. I’m worried she’ll follow this trail and investigate…” Before Uncle Miller could finish, William impatiently cut him off: “What are you afraid of? I told her my parents are dead. I didn’t say my uncle was dead too. Besides, she’s a woman after all. As long as she’s a woman, she can never detach her life from her children and family. No matter what, I’m the father of her two children. The Sterling family’s assets will eventually fall into the hands of us father and son.” … He said, “us father and son”? 4 Those three words struck my ears like a thunderbolt, shaking me so hard I nearly lost my footing. I didn’t dare stay there any longer, terrified of making any noise that would put the two inside on guard. As soon as I got back to my car, my first instinct was to call my father. But remembering the double betrayal from the man I shared my bed with and the man by my father’s side, I didn’t dare be careless. My company and my family were already compromised. What if my car had also been tampered with by them long ago? I quickly found a private club in a secluded location. Only when surrounded by reassuring silence did I dial my father’s number: “Dad… why did you hire Uncle Miller to be our family butler all those years ago?” On the way here, I had already noticed the discrepancy in the timeline. After all, Uncle Miller came first; he practically watched me grow up. It was only much later that I met William. My father, a true veteran of the business world, instantly caught the subtext in my words: “Chloe, what happened at home recently?” My father’s steady voice calmed my slightly panicked emotions. I recounted everything that had happened over the past two days in detail. My father was silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice: “If Miller truly is William’s biological father, then what happened today likely stems from a conversation we had a long time ago… “When you were in middle school, Miller probed me about my requirements for a future son-in-law. “He always claimed to be a lone wolf with no family, and he had worked for us for over ten years, so I didn’t think much of it and said I wanted an orphan.” He paused for a good while before his voice came through the phone again: “When your mother gave birth to you, it terrified me, so I got a vasectomy while she was recovering. Our family has a massive business, and you don’t have any siblings to support you. I always worried that when you married, your in-laws would try to bleed you dry. I originally thought about finding a family of equal status, but you didn’t like domineering personalities. I thought it over and over, and felt that finding an orphan to be a live-in son-in-law was the most reliable option. Who knew that later, you actually brought a ‘William’ home… It was quite a coincidence.” As my father finished, he placed heavy emphasis on the word “coincidence,” and I instantly understood what he meant. Once suspicion takes root, details magnify endlessly in your mind. During my dozen or so years of marriage to William, although his interactions with Uncle Miller were few, every single one of them felt off in retrospect. From William’s presence at every single one of Uncle Miller’s birthdays, to the other day when Uncle Miller couldn’t hide his joy upon hearing Liam and Lily call him “Grandpa.” Thinking of this, my face darkened: “Dad, we’ve been set up.” Because I truly believed William was an orphan, I didn’t even think about signing a prenuptial agreement when we married! As a result, even knowing the truth now, I couldn’t immediately tear off all pretense due to the financial implications. And the situation on my father’s end was even more troublesome. Uncle Miller had been with him for over thirty years. This trust led my father to hand over the management of many businesses to him. Taking them back now would be quite tricky. Hearing these difficulties, my father actually let out a hearty laugh: “I’ve lived for decades. This isn’t the first or second time I’ve been set up. The important thing is having the wisdom and patience to break the trap.” My father’s laughter swept away the gloom in my heart. We discussed strategy for a long time before finally hanging up. My first step was to hire a private investigator to go to William’s hometown and gather evidence. You see… the reason I firmly believed William was an orphan, aside from his parents’ death certificates, was that group of relatives in his hometown who supposedly fed him out of charity. Among those people, there had to be flaws.

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When they caught my husband and my younger sister tangled up in the sheets, polite society didn’t gasp in horror. Instead, they whispered that the two were a match made in high-society heaven. I was the original wife. The woman who built the empire with him. Yet, my own biological children sneered at me, calling me a washed-up, trailer-trash gold digger who didn’t belong in their refined world. I didn’t scream. I didn’t break down. I simply liquidated my half of the fortune, packed my bags, and walked away. In my new life, I reinvented myself. I skipped the agonizing labor and became a mother by choice, taking in three brilliant, broken misfits. Together, we built a wildly happy, fiercely loyal family—one that didn’t require a father figure to be complete. Now, years later, as the holidays approach, my estranged biological family suddenly remembered the daughter they had tossed out into the cold. They summoned me back. My three biological children stared at my return with disdain, throwing tantrums and demanding I be replaced by a mother with a “proper pedigree.” But when I finally, truly walk away for good, the illusion shatters. And they are left weeping in the ashes, begging for me to come home. … Richard stood on the porch of my country house, looking down his perfectly sculpted nose at me. He was waiting for it—that tragic, broken display of regret he was so certain I harbored. I just smiled, calmly taping up a large cardboard box by the door and tying a neat, decorative ribbon around it. “You’ve been invited back to the estate, and you’re dragging your garbage with you,” Richard scoffed, kicking the edge of the box with his polished Italian leather shoe. “You really are incapable of elevating yourself, aren’t you?” When I didn’t burst into the hysterical tears he so desperately wanted, a flash of pure resentment tightened his jaw. But he quickly masked it with a sneer. “Thank god the kids don’t take after you. Vanessa is twice the mother you ever were. You two aren’t even in the same stratosphere.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the wooden post. “Word on the street is that you’re scavenging for scraps. Sorting recycling to get by. My mother-in-law pitied you. If she wasn’t terrified of you dragging the family name through the mud, we wouldn’t have bothered fetching you. Come back, keep your head down, and work as a nanny for us. It pays better than hoarding cardboard.” I let the silence stretch. I was weighing my options. Those three ungrateful brats I birthed didn’t need me as a mother, but my parents had, technically, given me life. As for my three adopted misfits, perhaps it was time they formally met the ghosts of my past. Misinterpreting my silence for shame, Richard swept his gaze over my rustic, newly-purchased farmhouse. I hadn’t even started the renovations yet. “Clearly, leaving me was the worst mistake of your life,” he taunted, his voice dripping with aristocratic pity. “Look at you. A discarded first wife. No man wants damaged goods. You’re reduced to living in a shack, hoarding empty boxes.” I said nothing. If he had bothered to step inside my “shack,” he would have seen the mahogany tables completely covered in exclusive, limited-edition luxury goods. The boxes on the porch? They were the packaging from my recent million-dollar shopping spree. Thinking he had struck a nerve, Richard adopted a tone of sickening, paternalistic mercy. “Here is the deal. You come to the annual holiday gala. You apologize to Vanessa. And, in front of the entire extended family, you formally and legally sever all ties with the bloodline. You relinquish any claim to us. Do that, and we’ll throw you a bone so you don’t starve.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hiss. “And don’t even think about trying to win the kids back. Vanessa is the mother they deserve. The title of Mrs. Kensington belongs solely to her.” I looked at the man I used to love. After all these years, he was still so fundamentally, aggressively blind. It was the same arrogant blindness he wore when he mindlessly parroted Vanessa’s sloppy lies to protect her. “Alright,” I said smoothly, a quiet shadow passing over my eyes. “I’ll come to the gala. I’ll announce the emancipation in front of everyone.” Richard let out a triumphant bark of laughter, shooting me an I-knew-it smirk. In his mind, a destitute, abandoned woman would do anything for a scrap of bread. “Oh, and one more thing,” I added, my tone conversational. “Those three little vipers you call children? Keep them. I want them to sign the emancipation papers, too.” Who could have predicted it? The children I carried for nine months, the babies I stayed awake nursing through the darkest hours of the night, had gleefully stood beside their father to frame me. They had volunteered to be the sharpest knives in Vanessa’s arsenal, plunging the blades into my back without a second thought. Aunt Vanessa is so gentle, they had said. She understands our souls. You just force us to study and work hard, like commoners. In their eyes, my love was suffocating and my vision was too small. Only a refined, delicate creature like Vanessa was fit to be their mother. Richard visibly flinched. He clearly hadn’t expected me to hand over the kids so effortlessly. Where was my agony? Where was my maternal devastation? Anger flared in his chest, and he immediately weaponized it. “You really are a venomous bitch! Just like back then—sacrificing your own flesh and blood for a payout!” Then, he paused, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read my placid expression. “Or… is this another one of your pathetic, manipulative games? Trying to play the martyr to win their sympathy? Let me save you the trouble—it won’t work. Under Vanessa’s guidance, they’ve become elite. They are titans in their fields. Their mentors are untouchable gods you couldn’t even dream of meeting. They are so much better off without a mother like you.” He straightened his coat, disgust radiating from his pores. “If you have an ounce of dignity left, you’ll cut the cord, take your place in the shadows, and serve quietly. It’s the only life you’re fit for.” Looking at him now, my chest was hollow. Not a single ember of love remained. Just a cold, heavy disappointment. I let out a soft, dry laugh. “Perfect. Once the papers are signed, I’ll drop the family name entirely. No more Kensingtons. No more Gallaghers.” Before I left the farmhouse, I opened my phone and sent a quick text to my group chat. Heading to the biologicals for the holiday gala. Come meet the ghosts. Almost instantly, three Received notifications popped up. A genuine, blooming warmth spread through my chest. The quiet farmhouse didn’t feel lonely anymore. I hadn’t been lonely for a very long time. The next day, I arrived at the Gallagher estate. The sprawling manor looked exactly as it had in my youth—imposing, cold, smelling of pine needles and expensive perfume. I stood in the foyer, allowing myself a brief moment of quiet disorientation. “Sister! You finally found the time to come see us!” Vanessa floated into the room. She was draped in a vintage velvet evening gown, a silk shawl wrapped elegantly around her bare shoulders. She had been playing the perfect hostess to the glittering crowd of relatives, but the moment she saw me, she practically sprinted over, radiating weaponized sweetness. “Mom and Dad have been so worried about you,” she cooed, her voice carrying perfectly over the low hum of the party. “It’s the family gala! We’ve missed you so much. It’s freezing out there, let’s get you some hot tea.” The surrounding relatives paused, their eyes darting toward me, heavy with judgment. The whispers began immediately. The ungrateful eldest daughter. Hasn’t shown her face in years. Abandoned her family. I knew exactly what game she was playing. I just didn’t care enough to play back. My youngest biological son, Mason, jogged over. He flashed me a sickeningly sweet smile, but his eyes were pure ice. “Mom! We bought so many gifts for everyone,” he announced loudly, making sure the room was listening. “There was so much stuff, Preston had to hire a specialty courier to bring it all over. We got something for the whole family!” He began ticking them off on his fingers. “The antique humidor Dad’s been eyeing, the vintage tea leaves Grandpa asked for, the silk embroidery for Grandma, and a gorgeous jade bracelet for Aunt Vanessa!” Everyone. Except me. I stood there, an uninvited ghost in my own childhood home. “Diana! My sweet girl! Look how thin you’ve gotten. Oh, how you’ve suffered!” My mother emerged from the drawing room, dabbing at her dry eyes with a lace handkerchief. “You’re home. Thank heavens you’re home.” There was a flicker of genuine guilt in her eyes. There should have been. Years ago, when my father’s investments tanked and the family faced bankruptcy, it was me who dropped out of high school to work grueling double shifts. They took every cent I mailed home and funneled it into Vanessa’s Ivy League tuition. Later, I emptied my own bridal dowry to buy back this very estate, ensuring my parents could retire in comfort. When Vanessa returned from her “studies abroad,” I practically begged Richard to give her an executive role at his firm, while I stayed home, fading into the wallpaper, raising three children. I almost laughed at the memory. How stupid I had been. It didn’t matter how much blood I poured into the soil of this family. They only ever wanted the blooming flower—the elegant, educated, sophisticated Vanessa. They felt she was their intellectual equal. I was just the embarrassing, unpolished housewife. As Richard’s company skyrocketed, Vanessa became his glittering plus-one at every charity ball and corporate gala. I built the empire. I raised the heirs. I sacrificed my own future. Yet, unanimously, without a single moment of hesitation, every member of my family handed their hearts to Vanessa. When I finally caught them together, the betrayal wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the quiet, suffocating conversation I had with my parents that night. “Your sister has a fragile heart,” my father had said, refusing to meet my eyes. “She’s finally back, and our family has real standing now. You can’t expect her to remain a spinster forever, can you? We’re a family. She’ll treat your children as her own.” “Just tell everyone you and Richard divorced ages ago,” my mother had whispered, patting my numb hand. “We’ll buy you a nice condo out of town. You can lay low. Diana, please… just give her the title of Mrs. Kensington.” The audacity of it still left a metallic taste in my mouth. I had looked at the grotesque pantomime of my family, signed the divorce papers, and taken every single penny I was legally owed. Because I took the money, my children despised me. To them, I was a greedy, heartless monster who sold them out for a paycheck. They refused to acknowledge me. Fine, I had thought. I’ll just raise better ones. And I did. My adopted eldest daughter, Stella, was now the reigning queen of the music industry. My second son, Harrison, was a ruthless, brilliant venture capitalist. My youngest, Miles, was a prodigy—a heavily-recruited professor running the most prestigious research lab on the East Coast. To raise them, I drained my settlement. I sold the luxury condos, moved into a cheap country farmhouse, and worked tirelessly, sometimes flipping junk, just to pay for their tuitions, their headshots, their lab equipment. I lived modestly so they could touch the sun. And it was worth it. They were my true family. “You shouldn’t leave again,” my mother murmured, pulling me from the memory. “You’ve had a hard life, child.” “She chose it,” Mason scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Dad practically begged to take care of her, but she wanted to be independent. Guess she finally realized she’s nothing but a failure in the real world.” I stared at the boy whose fevers I had nursed for weeks on end. He had been so fragile as a child, and I had hovered over him like a protective hawk. He hated my boundaries. He vastly preferred Vanessa, who let him do whatever he wanted, feeding him candy when he needed medicine. Before I could reply, the heavy oak doors swung open, and my father walked in, laughing loudly with Richard at his side. “Grandpa! Dad!” Harper, my biological daughter, dashed past me in a flurry of designer perfume, throwing her arms around my father. Then, her eyes landed on me. Her bright, influencer-perfect smile instantly curdled into disgust. “What is she doing here?” “Mom, are you trying to cause a scene again?” My eldest, Preston, stepped forward, instinctively shielding Vanessa with his body. “I asked her to come,” my mother interjected weakly. “Unbelievable. It’s the holidays, and she’s here to bring down the mood,” Mason muttered under his breath. My father and Richard both glared at me, the hostility rolling off them in waves. Vanessa stepped forward, her hands raised in a gesture of pure, angelic peacemaking. “Now, now. It’s rare for my sister to visit.” The relatives murmured in approval. “Vanessa is always so gracious.” “Education really does breed class.” “What kind of mother abandons her own kids anyway?” “Grandpa, we ordered your gifts! The courier should be here any minute,” Harper chirped, effortlessly shifting the spotlight back to their generosity. My father’s chest puffed out with pride. “I hear the Kensington kids are all prodigies,” a distant aunt loudly observed. “The oldest runs the firm, the daughter has a million followers online, and the youngest is at Columbia! Vanessa, you are so blessed! It’s a shame Diana was so blinded by her own greed. Look what she threw away.” My father cleared his throat, fixing me with a withering glare. “Why are you here? You vanish for over a decade, and the second you run out of money, you come crawling back?” He peered behind me at the empty foyer. “You came alone?” The sheer contempt in his voice was suffocating. “I have three children,” I replied smoothly, my voice calm. “They are busy with work. They’ll be here shortly.” Richard’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with sudden, dangerous possessiveness. “When the hell did you get married? Who is he? You’re telling me you were out raising some stranger’s bastards while you ignored your own?” My father slammed his cane against the marble floor. “An absolute disgrace!” Before the tirade could continue, a sharp knock echoed through the hall. The doors parted to reveal a man in a flawless, tailored uniform, flanked by two others carrying an array of breathtakingly elegant velvet boxes. A collective gasp swept through the room. “Is that the White-Glove Courier Service?” someone whispered loudly. “They only handle deliveries valued over ten million. The delivery fee alone is the price of a sports car!” The lead courier stepped forward, his posture impeccable. “Excuse me. I am looking for the matriarch of the household. I have a holiday delivery from her children. Please sign here.” Vanessa’s face lit up with a triumphant, breathless smile. She floated toward the courier. “The children are entirely too generous!” she laughed, turning to the crowd. “Look at this! Only the finest delivery service. They must have spent a fortune.” She reached for the digital clipboard, her diamond rings flashing under the chandelier. But the courier gently, firmly pulled the clipboard away, blocking her hand. He looked at her with polite confusion. “I apologize, ma’am. The listed recipient is Ms. Diana Gallagher. We do not allow proxy signatures.”

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After I died, my whole family clapped their hands and raised their glasses in celebration. All because I was the most infamous escort in the Southside’s red-light district. Every sleazy man in the city had a hungry look in his eyes when my name was mentioned. Some were even willing to bankrupt themselves just to buy one night with me. My notoriety made my parents and my brother hang their heads in shame for years. They hated me. They wouldn’t even let me come home for the holidays. If I ever stood near their front door, they would scrub the porch with bleach just to wash away my “filth.” Later, I was brutally murdered and dumped in the wilderness. The police called them every single day with updates. Today, we found her arm. Tomorrow, we might find her calf. Soon, we’ll have pieced together her whole body, so please prepare for the funeral. But my parents just looked disgusted. Impatient, they snapped into the phone: “Stop looking! A dirty, cheap woman like her deserves to be hacked to pieces.” But later, the feds executed a massive raid, completely dismantling the Southside organized crime syndicate. And when my family saw the police department’s published list of undercover operatives who died in the line of duty, they saw my name. They dropped to their knees, begging the police to let them see me one last time. My mom was carrying her tote bag, picking out vegetables for dinner at the neighborhood deli like she did every evening. But the moment she reached for a bundle of celery, the owner swatted her hand away with a rolled-up magazine. “Hey! Don’t touch my produce!” My mom pulled her stinging hand back in shock. “Excuse me?” “Your daughter was a whore who messed with the cartel. I’m not selling you anything. I don’t want her bad karma rubbing off on my store,” the owner said righteously. Hearing this, my mom’s face began to tremble with anger. “The police said she was a victim!” “Victim, my ass! Women who do that kind of dirty work get what’s coming to them!” “Get out! Stop blocking my register. Your whole family is trash, don’t drag the rest of us down with you!” The owner waved her away impatiently. Her face flushed bright red, my mom gritted her teeth and walked away. But it was as if the whole market had made a pact. Not a single vendor would sell her so much as a carrot. Even the local butcher she’d bought from for over a decade looked at her with disgust and told her to get lost. Unable to take it anymore, my mom yelled out, “You’re turning down paying customers? Are you crazy? She’s dead! What does she have to do with us?” The butcher sneered. “Who knows if the cash you’re using is the dirty money your daughter made spreading her legs? Even if you burned that money, we wouldn’t breathe the smoke!” They had the numbers. My mom couldn’t win the argument. Clutching her empty bag, she hunched her shoulders and walked out. Outside, a rare January snowstorm was sweeping through the city. Mom hadn’t brought an umbrella. She walked through the snow with a numb expression. Instinctively, I stepped in front of her. “Mom, at least buy an umbrella before you go…” But I was nothing more than a soul now. I couldn’t stop her, and I couldn’t do anything to help. In the end, I could only watch helplessly as she trudged through the blizzard. She walked to the bus stop and rode the city bus for over an hour, heading all the way to a generic supermarket in the East End. Hardly anyone knew her there. She finally managed to buy the groceries she needed for dinner. By the time she made it back to our apartment building, her face was purple from the freezing cold. Normally, she would have had dinner on the table by now. Because of the delay, she ended up walking into the lobby at the exact same time my brother, Tyler, was getting off work. He didn’t have an umbrella either. His coat was dusted with snow, and he looked utterly exhausted. “Hey Tyler, did the cops ever figure out how your sister died?” Mrs. Higgins, the nosy neighbor on the first floor, poked her head out to ask. Another neighbor chimed in, “She was probably sleeping around, pissed off some sugar daddy, and got murdered in a lover’s quarrel.” “That’s why women need to have some self-respect. You make that kind of dirty money, you’re gonna meet a bad end.” Hearing their conversation, my brother snapped. He grabbed his heavy leather briefcase and smashed it violently against Mrs. Higgins’ front window. With a loud CRACK, the glass splintered. She screamed, “Tyler Miller, what the hell are you doing?!” My brother glared at her with dead eyes. “She might be dirty, but is she dirtier than your mouth? She’s dead, and you’re still making up stories?” “If you’re so damn curious, why don’t you go drop dead and ask her yourself in hell?” Terrified by his unhinged glare, Mrs. Higgins shrank back. “Your whole family is psycho…” Tyler ignored them and stomped up the stairs. Mom followed silently behind him, not saying a word. When they opened the apartment door, the atmosphere inside was suffocating. Dad was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Coincidentally, the local evening news was broadcasting an update on my dismemberment case. “As of today, DNA testing has confirmed that multiple human remains discovered across the Southside belong to local resident Emily Miller. Police are expanding their search perimeter but have yet to identify a suspect…” Hearing my name, Tyler irritably snatched the remote and turned off the TV. “When she was alive, at least the people at my corporate office didn’t know I had a stripper for a sister.” “Now she’s dead, and it’s all over the city news! I went to work today, and everyone was looking at me like I was radioactive! How am I supposed to show my face there?!” Tyler threw the remote onto the couch and complained. “I’m sorry, Tyler,” I said, standing transparently in the corner. Guilt weighed me down. Mom’s eyes grew red again. She had cried silently the entire bus ride home. The tears she had finally managed to stop began falling all over again. “It’s our fault. We didn’t raise her right. We let her give in to temptation and work in that kind of industry…” But how could they blame themselves? The year I finished high school, I had been accepted into a top-tier state university. I was supposed to be their pride and joy. Instead, I secretly threw my acceptance letter away and went to work at the most notorious VIP nightclub in the Southside. Eventually, my reputation grew, and the rumors reached my parents’ ears. Overnight, my parents’ hair seemed to turn gray. Mom had dropped to her knees, crying and begging me to quit, pleading with me not to be blinded by fast money. But I had pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from my purse and laughed. “What’s the point of college? I pour some drinks, keep some guys company, and I make more in a night than most people make in a month. Only an idiot would pass this up.” Hearing that, Dad slapped me so hard my head spun. His entire body shook with rage. “Emily Miller, if you don’t turn your life around right now, don’t ever call us your parents again.” At the time, I made sure my eyes looked entirely consumed by greed, like an addict past the point of no return. “Fine! When I’m rich, don’t come crawling back begging for handouts!” My cruel words made my mom faint from the shock. Dad looked at me with absolute disappointment one last time, picked Mom up, and walked away. But they couldn’t hear me whispering through my tears as I watched their backs disappear. Go. Go as far away as possible. Don’t ever come looking for me again. The Southside was too dark. The sunlight could only reach a fraction of it. I wanted them to stand in the light. But my last name was Miller. Blood is thicker than water. In the end, I still couldn’t stop the shadows from touching them. Tyler’s phone suddenly rang, shattering the heavy silence in the room. “Tyler, is Emily Miller your sister?” the voice on the other end demanded the second he answered. Tyler didn’t dare confirm it. He just asked hoarsely, “What’s going on?” “We’re going to have to put you on an indefinite leave of absence. The scandal surrounding your sister is too massive. It’s a PR nightmare for the firm.” Tyler’s face drained of all color. “Why?! My sister is already dead! Why do I have to lose my job over this?!” The man on the phone sighed. “Do you not check the internet? Go look at the massive mess your sister left behind.” The line went dead. Mom cried and grabbed Tyler’s arm. “Tyler… your job…?” He nodded, defeated. Dad looked at him in disbelief. “Why?” Suddenly, like a rabid lion, Tyler kicked the coffee table over and roared. “She is a curse on this family! She’s dead, and she’s still haunting us!” “Do you know what people are saying online? They’re saying she slept with half the men in the city!” “They’re saying she caught a disease, infected a cartel boss, and he chopped her up out of anger!” “Others are saying she was playing multiple mobsters at once, got caught, and they killed her together!” “They’re saying she messed with the wrong people, and anyone connected to her is going to be targeted!” “Emily, what the hell did you do?! You destroyed us!” Tyler screamed until his voice cracked, directing his fury at the empty air. In a place he couldn’t see, tears streamed down my face, but I couldn’t utter a single word to explain. I only regretted that I hadn’t let ‘Emily Miller’ legally die years ago. I should have used a completely fake identity to infiltrate that club. It was my fault for not being careful enough. Even in death, I was dragging them down. My parents stayed completely silent in the wake of Tyler’s outburst. The apartment was dead quiet, save for Tyler’s heavy, ragged breathing. But the phone rang again, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding in the room. Mom wiped her tears and numbly pulled out her cell phone. It was Detective Hayes. His voice was laced with exhaustion and deep sorrow. “Today, we only managed to recover Emily’s thumb. I am so sorry.” “We will do everything in our power to find her complete remains. Please give us a little more time.” A few weeks ago, Mom used to speak to Detective Hayes politely. Now, it was as if she were a completely different person. She exploded. “Stop looking! A piece of trash like her deserves to be scattered to the wind and denied a grave!” “She ruined our reputation when she was alive, and now she’s ruining our lives when she’s dead. Detective Hayes, she is a curse! Why are you still looking for her?!” Detective Hayes went dead silent on the other end of the line. After a long pause, he choked out, “I’m sorry.” The call disconnected. The fiery rage lodged in my mom’s throat was suddenly extinguished by Detective Hayes’s apology. She couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for. “Do these people not understand English? I told them to stop looking.” Mom put her phone down, her tone hollow. “Let it go. We can’t interfere with police work,” Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette and taking a long, melancholy drag. He had been a smoker for decades, but the drag made him cough violently, his eyes turning bloodshot. “What a nightmare,” Mom closed her eyes and lamented. But despite their complaints, life had to go on. Mom carefully cooked dinner, but sitting at the table, all three of them chewed without tasting anything. Tyler poked at his rice and suddenly looked up. “My wedding with Haley is next week. We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes.” Sitting silently in the empty fourth chair, my eyes lit up. “Tyler, you’re finally getting married.” I rarely knew what went on at home, so hearing the good news filled me with genuine happiness for him. But the joy was fleeting. Tyler rubbed his temples in frustration. “Don’t invite the gossipy relatives. Only the quiet, reliable ones, and brief them beforehand.” “Haley finally convinced her parents to go through with this. We can’t screw this up.” My eyes darkened. “I’m sorry, Tyler. Even at your wedding, I’m still causing you trouble.” They endured the crushing pressure for another week, finally reaching the joyous day they had been waiting for. The wedding venue was decorated romantically. The guest list was small, but it was lively. My parents and Tyler were beaming, the dark clouds finally lifting from their faces. Watching from the sidelines, I felt a weight lift off my chest. I whispered my congratulations. “Happy wedding, Tyler. Please be happy.” My words vanished into the applause from the audience. But the very next second, the banquet doors were violently kicked open by a gang of thugs. “Which one of you is Emily Miller’s brother?” The guests gasped in horror. Panic flashed across Tyler’s face. He instinctively shoved his bride behind him and shouted, “What do you want?” The leader smirked. “As long as you’re Emily’s blood, you don’t get to have a good day!” “Smash it! Trash the whole place!” With that command, the thugs swarmed the room. Guests screamed and scattered. My parents, pale with terror, rushed forward to stop them. “Stop! Please stop!” “This is my son’s wedding! I’m begging you, leave us alone!” The thugs shoved my parents to the floor with brutal force. The ground was covered in shattered champagne glasses. They fell directly onto the shards, their clothes staining with blood. In an instant, a beautiful wedding was reduced to absolute carnage. Half an hour later, police cruisers arrived with sirens blaring and subdued the thugs. Seeing that it was finally safe, Haley’s parents stormed up to the altar and slapped Tyler hard across the face. They yanked Haley out of his arms and screamed, “You animal! Your family is drowning in cartel drama, and you still thought it was a good idea to marry my daughter?!” Tyler stood frozen, begging desperately. “Mr. and Mrs. Clark, please let me explain! This is all because of Emily! We didn’t do anything, we’re innocent…” “Don’t call us Mom and Dad! The marriage is annulled! You’re signing the divorce papers tomorrow! From this day forward, the Clark family has nothing to do with the Millers!” Hearing this, Tyler completely panicked. He looked at his bride with agonizing desperation. “Haley, you won’t leave me, right?” But Haley’s eyes were red. She looked away. “I’m sorry, Tyler. The baggage your sister brings… I can’t handle it.” “Just… let me go. Let’s end this cleanly.” Without looking back, Haley walked out the door. Tyler collapsed onto the floor, utterly defeated. He wept, slamming his fists into the ground in pure hatred. “Emily Miller, you ruined us! Being chopped to pieces was too good for you!” “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” I covered my face, crouching next to Tyler, sobbing uncontrollably. I knew exactly who sent those thugs. But I never imagined his hatred for me ran so deep that torturing and dismembering me wasn’t enough. Even while he was under federal investigation, he still sent people to terrorize my family. Guilt consumed me like poison, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I could only pray that justice would come quickly. Just a little faster. Afterward, the police escorted Tyler and my wounded parents to the hospital. Facing Detective Hayes in the hallway, Tyler leaned against the wall, utterly broken. “My job is gone. My wife is gone. I have nothing left.” “Just how many disgusting things did Emily do? How long is the Miller family supposed to pay for her sins?!” Detective Hayes looked at him with immense guilt in his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. We can’t disclose that information right now.” “But please rest assured, we will assign a detail to protect you and your parents. I promise what happened today won’t happen again.” Tyler let out a bitter laugh. “What’s the point? It’s too late. My life is already destroyed because of her.” “From now on, do not call us about anything regarding Emily Miller. The Miller family doesn’t have a daughter, and I don’t have a sister.” Detective Hayes froze. He swallowed hard before finally forcing the words out. “Understood. We will respect your wishes.”

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I am the true heiress who was switched at birth. On the day I was supposed to reunite with my biological family, my ex-boyfriend was actually there. I gasped in surprise: “Liam?” My biological mother, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation, asked with a bright smile, “Mia, you know Liam?” I blurted out without thinking: “Of course. He’s my ex-boyfriend.” Seeing the color instantly drain from my biological mother’s face, it clicked. My ex-boyfriend was now my biological older brother. And so… The fake heiress, who had been gearing up for an Oscar-worthy performance, froze awkwardly. The youngest brother, who was ready to scream “I only acknowledge my old sister,” lost his voice. My biological father suffered a massive asthma attack on the spot, leaving my biological mother scrambling to feed him his inhaler. Then there was me, completely petrified. And my expressionless ex-boyfriend-turned-biological-brother. 1 “Mom, Dad, are they into some twisted sibling romance?” The first to react was the fake heiress, Serena. She pointed at me and Liam, her eyes wide, her lips parted in shock. After a few seconds of silence, I raised my hand and pointed at Liam. “He seduced me first.” Liam’s eyes darkened, staring fixedly at me. One second, two seconds… I suddenly burst into loud laughter. “Just a joke to lighten the mood!” “Mom, Dad, honestly, before I walked through that door, I didn’t know my ‘big brother’ at all, haha.” Liam smiled too. The corners of his lips slowly curled up as he looked at the dumbfounded Serena and the little brother. Then he looked at our parents, who had just caught their breath. “Isn’t it funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” After two seconds of silence, the youngest brother, Leo, who was still in high school, was the first to laugh out loud. “Hahaha, that joke was hilarious! I almost believed it.” “Dad, Mom, Serena, why aren’t you laughing?” He didn’t notice the look his parents and Serena were giving him—like they were looking at an idiot. The atmosphere instantly cooled down again. Once again, I regretted running my mouth the moment I walked in and saw a familiar face, purely out of surprise. “Let’s eat first,” Mr. Sterling said, breaking the awkward silence. Mrs. Sterling also recovered, affectionately taking my hand and leading me toward the dining room. “Mia, we weren’t sure about your tastes yet, so we had the chef prepare a little bit of everything.” She pulled me to sit between her and Mr. Sterling. “Mia, try this.” Mrs. Sterling picked up a piece of shrimp and was about to put it in my bowl. Liam looked over and frowned slightly. “Mom, Mia can’t eat shrimp. She’s allergic to seafood.” 2 The lobster dropped from her chopsticks onto the table. Mrs. Sterling stared blankly at Liam, the tremor in her voice incredibly obvious. “Liam, how do you know your sister is allergic to seafood?” My gaze collided violently with Liam’s, then quickly darted away. My scalp tingled. Fortunately, my brain worked fast, and I quickly came up with an explanation. “Mom, Liam and I both went to Ivy University, and we were in the same club before.” “During a club dinner, I mentioned my seafood allergy. Liam has a good memory, he must have remembered it from then.” Actually, no. It was because of Liam that I found out I was allergic to seafood. Before I met him, I had never eaten seafood. The moment I swallowed the first bite of shrimp, my heart started racing wildly, my chest tightened, and my cheeks flushed hot. I thought it was the thrill and excitement of being confessed to by love at first sight. It felt like my heart was skipping a beat. But the moment Liam finished his confession… Before I could even say “I like you too,” I was suffocated by my increasingly rapid heartbeat, my vision went black, and I passed out. When I woke up in the hospital, I had been on an IV drip for three days. “Is what your sister said true, Liam?” Mrs. Sterling was half-skeptical, her hand unconsciously tightening around her chopsticks. Liam’s expression didn’t show a single ripple. “Yeah. What she said is true.” 3 For the rest of the dinner. Besides Liam and me, the other three had complex expressions, glancing at each other from time to time. After dinner, Mrs. Sterling took my hand and led me upstairs. “Mia, before you came back, Mom prepared a few rooms for you. Take a look, which one do you like?” I didn’t have many demands for a room; as long as it had a bed that could fit me, it was fine. But after looking at several rooms decorated in a sickeningly sweet pink, I realized I did have demands. So, when passing by a room with a minimalist design, I stopped. “I’ll take this one.” “No!” Mr. and Mrs. Sterling rejected me in unison. I was confused. “Why not?” They exchanged a conflicted look. “This room is too small.” “This room isn’t suitable for you.” It was Serena, eager to stir up drama, who explained: “Sister, the room directly across from this one is Liam’s bedroom.” I looked at Mrs. Sterling, and she guiltily avoided my gaze. I was understanding and smiled, “Then I’ll pick another one.” Finally, I chose a room that was quite out of the way. Of all the empty rooms, it was the furthest from Liam’s. The two rooms weren’t even on the same floor. One was on the second floor, the other on the fourth. Unless Liam was sleepwalking or specifically looking for me, he wouldn’t pass by my bedroom. “I’m heading out,” Liam, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up. I watched him walk toward me, then expressionlessly bypass me. “There’s a problem with a project that needs urgent handling. I won’t be coming back tonight.” 4 After drying my hair, I prepared for bed. There was a sudden knock on my bedroom door. The person outside didn’t speak, so I was sure it wasn’t Mr. or Mrs. Sterling. I didn’t want to answer, but the knocking grew louder. I frowned, got up, and opened the door. Standing outside was indeed Leo. His tone was aggressive. “I knocked for ages! Why did it take you so long to open the door?” Ever since I walked in, this kid hadn’t given me a single good look. Naturally, I had no patience for him either. “Knocking on my door in the middle of the night. What do you want?” Leo lifted his chin, his face full of disdain. “Let me make this clear right now. I only have one sister, and that’s Serena.” “Don’t delude yourself into thinking I’ll ever acknowledge you as my sister.” Provoking me right to my face? How dare he be so arrogant. My patience completely ran out. I raised my hand. Slap. A firm slap landed on Leo’s face. I sneered, staring straight at him. “Two choices. Either I’m your sister, or I’m your sister-in-law. Pick one.” Leo held his cheek, his eyes full of absolute disbelief at my slap. He froze for four or five seconds before my words finally registered in his brain. His expression instantly crumbled. “Wh-what do you mean? Are you and my brother really…” I raised my hand, pretending I was going to slap him again. Leo panicked and shrank back two steps in fear. Recovering, his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes a mix of panic and grievance. After holding it in for a long time, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out one word: “Sister.” I was satisfied with Leo’s tactfulness. “Good. That’s a good boy.” “Little brother, go back to sleep.” Leo turned to leave, but after taking four or five steps, he abruptly turned back. I raised an eyebrow. He stared at me intensely, his voice low and heavy. “You and my brother are biological siblings.” “Biological! Don’t do anything crazy.” It wasn’t until I heard the sound of Leo’s door closing downstairs that I looked up toward the corner of the hallway. “Big brother, didn’t you say you weren’t coming back tonight?” 5 Liam walked out from the corner. Those familiar eyes were completely shrouded by the shadow of his brow bone, making it impossible to read his emotions. He kept his gaze low, casually loosening the tie at his neck. “Handled it early.” “Haven’t seen you in two years, so I came up to say hello.” His tone was very flat. As he approached, a faint scent of alcohol drifted over. I asked him, “Are you drunk?” He denied it quickly: “No.” A moment of silence. My brain inappropriately started churning out random thoughts. I vaguely remembered a phrase that perfectly suited our current atmosphere. It was something like— Lovers destined to become siblings. Realizing I was laughing internally, I quickly collected myself and played along with his previous words. “It really has been two years.” After we broke up, I unilaterally cut all contact with him. Calculating it, it had been exactly two years, one month, and nineteen days. During the pause in our conversation, I instinctively studied him. Liam noticed my gaze and subtly straightened his posture. I looked at him very seriously. Compared to two years ago, Liam was much more mature. Somewhere between the bright clarity of a youth and the steady maturity of a man, he was even more dazzling. He truly lived up to being the man I fell in love with at first sight two years ago. Compared to when we first met, there were even more things about him that made my heart race. Thinking this, the dirty thoughts in my brain unconsciously kicked my rationality to the curb. My unfiltered mouth blurted out, “I feel like you’ve gotten even sexier.” “Cough, cough.” Realizing what I had just said, I almost choked on my own saliva. At the same time, my rationality returned, and I quickly backed away to distance myself from Liam. I lost my mind. My current identity is his biological sister! Fire prevention, theft prevention, incest prevention. “Stop!” I rejected his movement to approach me. “We’ve said our hellos. You can go back to your room now.” His eyes darkened considerably. “You’re the one who provoked me.” I was very candid. “That’s because I forgot my identity for a second.” “Liam, I am now just your sister.” “If there’s nothing else, let’s call it a night.” Today, Mr. Sterling had an asthma attack right on the spot from the shock of hearing that Liam and I used to date. My mind went blank at the time, and the fear only set in afterward. Older people can’t handle too much shock. If he found out that in the middle of the night, Liam and I were secretly talking behind everyone’s backs, his body probably wouldn’t be able to take it. “Give me a strand of your hair.” I didn’t hear him clearly and frowned. “What did you say?” “Give me…” “Liam, Mia, what are you doing?” Mrs. Sterling’s horrified voice suddenly rang out. I turned to look. She was standing at the top of the stairs, looking at us with a pale face. “Mom, what are you doing here?” Liam asked calmly. “I-I got thirsty and came out for some water.” “But it’s almost midnight. Liam, if you have something to say to your biological sister, couldn’t it wait until tomorrow? Why in the middle of the night?” I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but I felt like Mrs. Sterling emphasized the words “biological sister” very heavily. But didn’t Mrs. Sterling have a mini-fridge or a water dispenser in her bedroom? My bedroom had a double-door fridge stocked with ridiculously expensive bottled water. Besides, Mrs. Sterling’s bedroom was on the second floor. Why would she come to the fourth floor for water? Liam lowered his eyes slightly and didn’t answer immediately. After a moment of silence, he explained in a natural tone. “I had a few drinks at the dinner meeting, and felt thirsty when I got back. I don’t know how, but I wandered up to the fourth floor.” “I saw Mia standing at her door, so I came over to say goodnight.” 6 The next day, I had classes in the morning. The Sterling family’s driver dropped me off near the university. I told him not to pick me up at noon. After my two classes ended, I returned to the apartment I had rented a little over a month ago for my internship. I pushed the door open. The person on the bed was sprawled out, sleeping soundly. I dragged the person out from under the covers. “Chloe, it’s 1 PM! Wake up!” “I went to see your family yesterday.” Chloe was dazed and groggy for a moment. When she fully woke up, she quickly sat up and shook my arm. “Yesterday? Wasn’t the meeting scheduled for the 13th? Why did you go early?!” I said exasperatedly: “I told you to stop staying up late. You’ve fried your brain.” “Yesterday was the 13th.” Chloe and I grew up in the same orphanage. The difference was, she had been there since she was a baby. All the children in the orphanage took the director’s surname, “Su”. The day she arrived, the director’s jasmine flowers (Mo-li) were in full bloom, so she was named Su Mo (Chloe). As for me, Mia, I entered the orphanage when I was six, after both my parents died in a car accident. Because our names sounded similar and we were the same age, Chloe and I had stuck together since childhood, becoming each other’s closest family. However, our personalities were complete opposites. A week ago, the orphanage director told Chloe that her biological parents had been found. After hearing the good news, she hugged me and jumped around for ages, her eyes sparkling. “Mia, I have a mom and dad!” But when she found out her parents were the owners of a famous national enterprise… And that there was a fake heiress who had taken her place and lived the high life in the Sterling family for over twenty years, Chloe instantly deflated. Because she had been abducted by human traffickers when she was little, she suffered from severe paranoia. Chloe firmly believed that if she returned to the Sterling family, the fake heiress would definitely harm her. That night, she curled up in bed, flipping through various “true vs. fake heiress” novels while wailing: “It’s over, it’s over. Mia, I know this plotline.” “Classic true vs. fake heiress trope. If I, the true heiress, go back, I’ll definitely get bullied.” Ever since she escaped from the human traffickers, Chloe could only communicate freely and comfortably in front of me and the director. The moment she faced strangers, she would stutter and even have trouble breathing. With a personality like that, people easily thought she was a pushover. “Look at these novels. The fake heiress plays weak to get sympathy, and the family loses their minds and favors her completely.” “A true heiress like me will either get framed or kicked out of the house. Either way, the ending is extremely tragic.” The more Chloe spoke, the angrier she got, flipping the novel on her lap furiously. But her eyes hid a very real, genuine panic. Finally, she made up her mind. “Just in case, I’m not going to reunite with them.” “According to the plot developments in these novels, if I return to the Sterling family, my future will be miserable, and I might even drag you down with me.” But I couldn’t forget the joy she showed when she learned she still had family. So, I took on Chloe’s identity and entered the Sterling family to investigate the situation. To see if the fake heiress felt ashamed towards Chloe and harbored good intentions? To see if the Sterling family would completely favor the fake heiress like in the novels? To see if the members of the Sterling family were all profit-driven, ruthless people who only thought about fighting for power and wealth every second? Currently, aside from Serena and Leo, the other three had a pretty good impression score in my heart. But right now, that wasn’t the main point. Before Chloe could ask about my experience at the Sterling house yesterday, I took a deep breath. “We need to tell your parents the truth earlier than planned.” Chloe’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?” “Because if we don’t switch back soon, your oldest brother is going to be forced to move abroad.”

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My psychotic husband loved me more than life itself. To get me pregnant, he worked at it every single night for eight years. On the day I went into premature labor, I was rushing to the hospital when I collided with a mafia boss’s wedding procession. The impact was so severe that my baby’s head was crowning. Yet, I saw my husband holding the bride, telling his lackeys nearby, “What terrible luck. Crashing my wedding and spilling blood. Bury her alive.” A group of men started kicking and punching my pregnant belly. My husband completely ignored my cries for help. Before he left, I heard him mutter, “Pregnant women are the most annoying. They never stop making a scene.” … “Was she attacked by terrorists?! How could a pregnant woman be bleeding this heavily without her husband looking after her?!” “The situation is critical! It could cost both their lives! Notify the surgeons immediately for emergency surgery!” The obstetricians couldn’t fathom what I had endured upon seeing my horrific state. They never would have guessed that my own husband was the one who ordered me to be brutalized like this. Before today, I had absolutely no idea that Arthur Sterling was a mafia boss in T-country. He ordered his men to kick and punch my stomach. While I whimpered for help, he was only worried I would jinx his wedding. “Seeing blood is the worst taboo for a wedding! Such an auspicious day ruined by this unlucky trash.” He quickly ordered them to drag me to the back of the mountain. Then, he held the other woman’s hand tightly. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll take you to the temple to cleanse the bad luck later.” My heart felt like it was tearing apart. It seemed my bleeding and miscarriage were the greatest desecration of their wedding. Weren’t you the one who begged for this child every single night? If only you had looked back, you would have recognized me. Arthur wished my unborn child and I wouldn’t make a single sound, so we wouldn’t pollute their wedding. I desperately shielded my stomach, but it only made them more excited to abuse my unborn child. When Arthur first married me, he treated me like his most prized possession. I was with him for eight whole years. To have a child, he worked at it every night. When he found out I was pregnant, he wept tears of joy. Why are you now killing our child with your own hands? Lying on the freezing operating table, surrounded by the clinking of cold surgical instruments, every sound tortured my nerves. I wondered if it was possible that Arthur had seen my message about going into premature labor and was looking for me. Just then, a familiar voice reached my ears. “Hurry! Save my wife!” I thought Arthur had remembered me. With great effort, I lifted my heavy eyelids and looked through the glass door of the delivery room. But I saw Arthur frantically holding the bride’s pristine white arm, burning with anxiety. Meanwhile, the hospital had been trying to contact my family, but his phone was unreachable. “Are you okay? I told you to let the subordinates handle those things! What if it leaves a scar?” As he spoke, Arthur’s voice actually trembled. So he could cherish another woman this deeply, yet leave me, heavily pregnant, home alone. The reason I couldn’t reach him was probably that he was afraid I’d interrupt his wedding… And I, rushing to the hospital because of premature labor, was bruised all over by the beating Arthur ordered. I had held on this long solely by the sheer willpower to give birth to this child. “Are there no obstetricians available?!” Lying under the pale lights of the operating room, I couldn’t even speak. I could only feel the tearing pain and my blood slowly draining away, but there was no doctor to deliver the baby. “Still can’t reach the family? How could a pregnant woman go into premature labor without anyone looking after her?! This is a high risk for both mother and child!” Because there was no signature, the doctors didn’t dare proceed with the surgery. “There’s no time for signatures! Push her into the OR and have the surgeons perform emergency surgery!” My consciousness blurred. I couldn’t make out the faces around me. Vague, dark shadows flashed past, like demons from hell coming to claim my life and my child’s. “That woman who crashed the wedding today seems to be in this hospital too,” the bride exclaimed, hearing the commotion. “Why isn’t she dead yet? I should have ripped her head off right then and there,” Arthur cursed viciously. Couldn’t reach the family? The man cursing me and my unborn child to die at the end of the hallway… Wasn’t that my unreachable husband? In that moment, Arthur seemed utterly rotten to me. Medical care in this area wasn’t advanced, and this hospital was remote. I could feel that the temporary surgeon called in wasn’t very experienced. “The head is out! The baby is still alive! Quick! Push!” Hearing the baby was alive reignited my hope. But at that critical moment, Arthur’s harsh voice rang out from outside. “Quacks! You’re all quacks! What do you mean ‘minor cut’?! She’s bleeding so much! What if she gets tetanus?! Call all the surgeons out here immediately!” Someone objected, “You can’t. Some doctors are delivering babies, they can’t be interrupted.” My heart felt pierced by a sharp knife. I only hoped Arthur would let me and the baby be, so I could give birth safely. If only for the sake of the eight years we spent wanting this child together. Bang— Then I heard a gunshot echo through the hospital. Followed by Arthur’s low roar: “Get all the doctors out here right now! Now!” The next second, the operating room door was violently thrown open. A subordinate next to him whispered to the second-in-command, “Boss… isn’t this the woman in the photo in the Big Boss’s wallet? The Big Boss has a wife back in the US. Could this be her?” The subordinate was quickly silenced with a glare and a low reprimand, “Do you think the Big Boss wouldn’t recognize his own wife?! We just follow orders!” Through the glass door, I could just make out the bride’s blurry face. I remembered. She was Arthur’s “first love.” People in our circle used to say Arthur only married me to spite her. But his crazy obsession with me after we married made me believe he truly loved me. My baby was stuck in the birth canal. I could feel him kicking inside me, trying to use his own strength to be born. I could feel his vibrant life, but his presence was growing weaker and weaker. He had always been playful in my belly, constantly kicking me with his tiny feet. I had imagined his face countless times. But because there was no doctor to deliver him, he eventually stopped struggling. Outside the delivery room, over a dozen doctors swarmed around the woman in the wedding dress. Fussing over a cut on her hand that was less than four inches long. The man orchestrating all this was my husband. Hearing there was a baby waiting to be delivered inside, Arthur sneered, “It’s just a pregnant woman. If she dies, she dies. If the husband isn’t even around during pregnancy, nobody wants the kid anyway. Hurry up and give my wife some painkillers!” With that, his gaze returned to Mia’s wound, blowing on it and licking it, his heart aching for her. Yes, a pregnancy where the husband isn’t around, a child no one wants. I looked outside the delivery room at the seemingly perfect newlyweds. Their happiness was blinding. It was as if I was just a damned, buzzkill pregnant woman. In fact, Arthur would probably be happier if the child died. Thinking of this, despair soaked through every bone in my body. Outside the delivery room, Mia’s wound was bandaged and practically healed. “It doesn’t hurt anymore! Thank you, Arthur~” Mia’s voice was delicate and soft. “Arthur~ I heard the placenta can boost fetal development~ Did you forget~ I’m carrying your baby too~” “Go, rip her placenta out, dry it, and prepare it for Mia’s medicine,” Arthur ordered with disgust. “If she’s too incompetent to give birth, she deserves to die.” Next, two heavily tattooed men walked in. I lay numbly on the bed, despair leaking from the corners of my mouth. I didn’t even have the thought of struggling anymore. After entering the delivery room, the subordinate from earlier said to the second-in-command, “I really think this woman is the Big Boss’s wife. Should we ask him? They look exactly alike.” He was immediately scolded, “Are you stupid? Even if she is his woman, she’s just a breeding machine. He probably got tired of her and did this on purpose. Didn’t you see how frantic he was for Mia? If it was true love, he wouldn’t have left her alone late in her pregnancy! Do you think that’s possible?” With that, they violently ripped my baby out, forcefully tearing the connected placenta. Just because Arthur wanted to use my placenta to safeguard his bride’s pregnancy. It hurts… It hurts… It really hurts… Even though the pain had numbed me, watching my suffocated baby thrown onto the floor… I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. He looked exactly as I imagined: a tiny nose, pursed lips, fuzzy hair, and faint eyebrows. He was so small, so pitiful. Yet, because of his father, he never made it into this world. As my heart turned to ash, Mia leaned in close and whispered: “That’s what you get for hogging Arthur for so many years.” I caught the provocative smirk on Mia’s lips, a shockwave exploding in my mind. She knows me?! “That’s what you get for getting pregnant with Arthur’s baby before me. The baby is dead, isn’t it?” With that, she turned to Arthur with a pitiful look. “Arthur, let’s wait a little longer before leaving~ This person is so scary, she keeps staring at me. Why don’t we just cremate her?” “Burn her, so she doesn’t scare you.” Arthur affectionately patted Mia’s head. “Mia, you distribute the bonuses to the brothers later in the wedding. I won’t go.” “Your sister-in-law is heavily pregnant at home. This godforsaken place in T-country doesn’t even have a decent obstetrician. If she goes into premature labor and ends up with a surgeon delivering the baby, my heart would break.” When we first came to T-country, Arthur insisted on bringing me because he didn’t want to leave me alone. How did it end up that he killed our child with his own hands… After speaking, Arthur finally turned his phone on to check the messages I sent. I don’t know who stepped on my baby, but he was flattened against the floor. “That fetus is so disgusting. How could you step on it? The head is squished. You scared Mia.” As he waited for his phone to boot up, he covered Mia’s eyes. Suddenly, Arthur looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. Ignoring Mia in her wedding dress, he spun around to rush back. Using every last ounce of my strength, I ripped off the heirloom jade Arthur gave me and threw it at him. Crash. The white mutton-fat jade shattered into pieces. Arthur, who had been desperately rushing back, froze when he saw the jade. He closed the distance to my window in three strides. The moment our eyes met, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning again. “Why are you here?! Why are you here?!” Arthur’s eyes darted frantically across my face. He couldn’t believe the pregnant woman he ordered his men to beat was me. And when he noticed the flattened baby in the corner… Arthur burst into tears, trembling as he gathered the baby into his arms. “I tried for eight years for this child! I really didn’t know it was you! Chloe!” Arthur fell to his knees, his eyes reflecting a maddening agony. He collapsed onto the floor, slapping himself repeatedly in remorse, sobbing uncontrollably. “Chloe! How could this happen?! How could this happen?!” Arthur screamed like a madman, clutching the baby. He never imagined that the bleeding pregnant woman he found so unlucky at his wedding was his own wife. Right. How could he have known it was me? When I was hit by the wedding car, he never even thought to verify my identity. He just saw me bleeding everywhere and thought I ruined his luck. From beginning to end, he only had eyes for the woman next to him. He never even considered checking who I was. While I was home alone late in my pregnancy, he was busy marrying another woman. He even turned his phone off, afraid my calls would interrupt his wedding. And when I lay bleeding out in the delivery room… Hearing Arthur’s voice, I was initially filled with hope. But it was only because Mia scratched her hand with a box cutter. In that moment, Arthur was completely dead to me. But in the end, when I just wanted to give birth to my child, he dragged my doctor away. Causing my baby, who could have lived, to suffocate in my womb. I just stared blankly at Arthur. He was still wearing the groom’s suit he wore to marry Mia. Seeing my scrutinizing gaze, he hastily stripped off the suit jacket, pulled the ring off his finger, and clung desperately to the dead fetus, hoping to earn my forgiveness. “Chloe, I’m sorry! I never thought you’d go into premature labor! I didn’t betray you! I was just the best man! It was one of my men getting married!” Best man? I found it hilarious. Even at death’s door, Arthur was still making excuses. Pfft— Another gush of blood spilled from my mouth. That cold, ruthless face was frozen right in front of me. I watched his expression shift from shock to confusion, then to contorted agony. “Hurry! Hurry! Save my wife! Hurry up!” Arthur suddenly seemed to lose his mind, waving his gun at everyone around him. “If you don’t save her, you all die!” He held everyone hostage like a maniac, just like he had held the surgeon hostage for Mia earlier. Arthur’s reaction hit like a bombshell, leaving the doctors and his subordinates completely bewildered. What was going on? Who exactly was the boss’s wife? Didn’t he just drag the delivering doctor away to bandage the bride’s cut? Why was he acting crazy now? And he had his men rip the baby out of the pregnant woman, even letting the baby’s head get crushed. I watched Arthur kneel frantically by my operating table. He grabbed my hand, trembling all over. “Don’t die! Chloe! Why is it you?! Don’t die! Why didn’t you call me?! Chloe!” Suddenly remembering something, he knelt on the floor and slapped himself furiously. Everyone was stunned. Was this crying, self-slapping man really the arrogant, ruthless mafia boss from moments ago? Maybe I should help him remember why I didn’t call him. I tried. I whimpered for help, but because he found me noisy, I was dragged to the back mountain and beaten by his men. My eyes met Arthur’s, mine filled with nothing but disgust. A cold smirk curled on my lips, while he looked maddened with pain. “What are you standing around for?! Do you all want to die?!” A broken look flashed in Arthur’s eyes. Unable to bear my mocking gaze, he raised his gun and fired two shots into the ceiling. The hospital instantly erupted in chaos. Everyone rushed to push me into the operating room. “The patient has lost too much blood…” The surgeon, seeing the operating room covered in my blood, rubbed his forehead. He wanted to say my chances of survival were slim, but remembering Arthur’s reputation, he swallowed the words. “Quickly request blood bags.” “Director, the hospital is facing a blood shortage. We don’t have enough in stock.” Arthur’s lips trembled. “Take mine! Take mine!” I found Arthur’s current state laughable. When he left me home alone late in my pregnancy, didn’t he think about what I would do if I went into premature labor? Yet, he still chose to give another woman a wedding and left me behind. Who was he putting on this crazy act for now? To hear me clearly, Arthur had to lean close to my ear. “What is it? Chloe?” “Your… blood… is dirty…” Hearing those words, his face looked as if he had been struck by lightning. With a trembling hand, I pointed at the child with the crushed head in his arms. Arthur looked as if he had been electrocuted. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood off the baby. He was the one who called the baby disgusting earlier, and now he was personally wiping it clean. His hands shook as he looked at the doctor. “Doctor, can this child be saved?” At this moment, he lacked his usual arrogance, replaced by a childlike confusion and innocence. Seeing him like this, the surgeon could only say, “He could have been saved originally, but his head was crushed.” In reality, the moment Arthur pulled the surgeon away during my delivery, the baby was already beyond saving. I was pushed into the emergency room. If possible, I wished I had never met Arthur. As I was pushed into the operating room and Arthur was blocked outside, I clearly saw him kneeling outside the door, clutching the baby. His tone was no longer arrogant, only filled with pleading. “I beg you, you must save her.” It seemed Arthur had always been arrogant since the day I met him. He had never bowed his head. This was the first time I saw him kneeling and begging. But every time the memory of Arthur ordering his men to beat me, or covering Mia’s eyes to protect her, flashed through my mind, a chilling disgust would rise from the depths of my heart. Because of a cut on Mia that was less than four inches long, he dragged away the doctor delivering my baby; the baby that could have been born was suffocated inside me; even though he pushed so hard, he still couldn’t make it into this world. In my eyes. Arthur was completely rotten to the core. While I was being resuscitated in the operating room, Arthur stared at the baby with the crushed head in his arms. He couldn’t understand it. Why? Why didn’t he go down to check when Chloe was hit by the car? He even wanted Chloe to die. Would she ever forgive him? Arthur fell into a deep panic. Chloe even said his blood was dirty right before being pushed in… His gaze swept the room, trying to find the culprit. Mia, who had just miscarried, hadn’t left. Seeing Arthur like this, she stepped forward to comfort him. “It’s okay, Arthur~ We can always have another baby.” But Arthur, who used to dote on Mia, now looked deranged. “Do you know? I wanted this child for eight whole years! Eight years! Why didn’t I look at Chloe’s face clearly?! Why?!” Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Mia’s face. “It was you! It was you! You killed Chloe’s child!” Arthur grabbed Mia by the throat. “They don’t know Chloe, but you do, don’t you?! Mia!” Mia seemed shocked that the man who was always so gentle to her had turned into this over a woman. She shook her head frantically. “I really didn’t recognize her! Did you forget? Ever since we broke up eight years ago, I’ve been in T-country!” “When we got out of the car, if you hadn’t suddenly distracted me, I would have seen Chloe’s face. When we got to the hospital, you threw a tantrum and called all the doctors out, right when Chloe was giving birth! Because of you! Chloe died! You’ve always hated blood, so why did you suddenly want to use a placenta to nourish your baby? Mia, it was you, wasn’t it?” Arthur looked like a demon crawling out of hell. It seemed if Mia didn’t confess, he would snap her neck. “Arthur, I was just jealous! Jealous that she got to keep you all these years! You only married her to spite me in the beginning! But later, whenever I wanted to see you, you refused, saying you had to stay with her! Arthur, did your feelings change?” “Pfft—hehe—” Hearing this, Arthur laughed lowly. “I love her. Do you understand?!” Bang— A gunshot rang through the hospital. Mia, who thought she had escaped death, was shot down. Arthur walked toward the second-in-command, aiming the gun at his head. “They didn’t recognize Chloe, but you definitely did, right?” “You’ve been with me for ten years. I really wonder how Mia convinced you. I seriously doubt if the baby in her stomach was even mine. Where’s the doctor? Do a DNA test on the baby in this woman’s stomach and this man.” While waiting. Arthur sat outside the delivery room again, holding the baby. “Number Three, go get a baby blanket. He’s going to get cold.” Everyone looked at Arthur like he was a madman. The baby in his arms was already stiffening, yet Arthur ordered someone to mix formula. He held a bottle and fed the baby in his arms, coaxing him, “Be a good boy, listen to Daddy. Don’t spit it up.” But how could a dead baby drink formula? Yet no one dared to make a sound. The atmosphere in the room was freezing. The boss’s wife was being resuscitated inside, and now they were waiting for Mia’s DNA results. Not long after, the doctor responsible for the DNA test brought the report, trembling as he handed it to Arthur. Arthur passed the report down, and the subordinates looked at it one by one. It turned out the baby in Mia’s stomach really belonged to the second-in-command. The second-in-command was truly bold. The boss asked him to take care of Mia, and he took care of her right into bed. Arthur laughed maniacally. He had almost ripped out Chloe’s placenta for this bastard child! It was because of this woman that he had reduced Chloe to this state! As long as they were dead, Chloe would definitely forgive him. Arthur waved his hand. A gunshot rang out, and the second-in-command fell to the floor. …

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