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My sister and I were adopted from the orphanage. My sister chose the wealthy and powerful Preston family, the “Prince of Beijing” family. But the “Prince” had a peculiar temperament and tortured her daily. I chose the ordinary Shaw family. Although their money and power were far inferior to the Preston family, the whole family was extremely good to me. The young master of the Shaw family later became a new business tycoon, married me, and gave me a life full of happiness. My sister was crazy with jealousy and secretly strangled me to death. Opening my eyes again, my sister unhesitatingly snatched the life I had experienced and chose the Shaw family. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I almost laughed out loud. Did she think the young master of the Shaw family was a good thing? 1 I was reborn, back to the day my sister Lily and I were adopted. “Brother, I am well-behaved, sensible, and can do housework. Please adopt me.” Lily beside me grabbed the hand of Michael Shaw, the young master of the Shaw family. So she was reborn too. “Little girl, didn’t you just say you liked our family?” A wealthy lady spoke up. She was the mother of Lucas Preston, the “Prince of Beijing.” Lucas Preston himself did not come. “I suddenly don’t like your family anymore. Is that not okay?” After Lily finished speaking, she shrank behind Michael. Mrs. Preston was a little annoyed. “A person with such unstable disposition like you is not worthy of entering our Preston family!” Then, she looked at me gently: “Good girl, come with me. Our family also has a brother.” I nodded and reached out my hand. Lily beside me had triumph in her eyes. She seemed very satisfied with my reaction. But she didn’t know that I was more afraid of the viper-like Michael than the “Prince” with a peculiar temperament. In my past life, I frantically wanted to get rid of him. This life, she actually helped me out. Walking to the door with Mrs. Preston, she went to get the car. And Lily walked towards me at this moment, her eyes full of contempt looking at me. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I ignored her. Because I thought her behavior right now was like a clown! She thought this was a new life. But she didn’t know that she was jumping from one fire pit into another more dangerous one. 2 After being picked up by the Preston family, Mrs. Preston arranged a special room for me and hired various private tutors to train me in piano, dance, music, etc. She said: “Good girl, let me tell you the truth. I adopted a daughter just to find a suitable daughter-in-law.” “You have to work hard now. Lucas will return to China in a month. As long as he takes a liking to you then, your future life will be very easy. After all, the entire Preston family belongs to him.” In the past life, Lucas didn’t like Lily, so her life was very difficult. I didn’t dare to hope that the aloof and noble “Prince” would take a liking to me. I could only use other ways to help myself. A month later, the Preston family held a grand banquet. It was to celebrate Lucas’s return. Many prestigious families were also invited, and the Shaw family also came because they had cooperation with the Preston family. Lily saw me at a glance, wearing a white princess dress and walking towards me step by step. “Little sister, today will be the most humiliating moment in your life.” In the past life at this banquet, it was her first meeting with Lucas. Lucas frowned the first time he saw her. Then in front of everyone, he told her to get out. She was still clinging to Lucas shamelessly at that time, saying that she was his future wife. Lucas kicked her away with one foot. 3 I was also reborn, so knowing this outcome, I had already thought of a way for myself. Lily thought I would have the same end as her past life. But I’m afraid she’s going to be disappointed. When Lucas was about to enter, I blocked him in the room. This was my first meeting with him. He was a whole head taller than me, and his handsome face was full of indifference. Tsk tsk, he really isn’t easy to approach. I took out a plan and handed it to him. “I know you have a new project now and don’t know how to operate it. This is my plan. I guarantee you can make a profit.” I grew up in an orphanage. Although I didn’t go to school after graduating from high school, I had a strong business mind. In the past life, Michael could become a new business tycoon all because of me as a strategist. “How do you know I took over a new project?” Lucas took the plan and opened a few pages with his slender fingers. In the past life, this project belonged to Michael. When I first went to his house, he was very good to me. So I used my own plan to win this project for him from the partner. It’s just that without me in this life, I found out that the project fell to Lucas. “I investigated.” I smiled. “Mr. Preston, I can help you make project plans in the future.” “But there is one condition, that is, you have to live harmoniously with me in the Preston family in the future, but privately we live our own lives.” Lucas is a businessman and values interests most. If I can bring him value, he will definitely be tempted. Just when I thought he would agree, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “Understood, want to cooperate with me in exchange for peace, right?” “But didn’t my mom tell you that what she adopted was not a daughter, but looking for a daughter-in-law?” “I know, so what do you mean?” I looked at him doubtfully. He curved his lips in a smile and closed the plan. “Your plan is very good. After you marry me, your plans will be mine.” After speaking, he lifted his foot and left. And I was still immersed in what he said just now. What does it mean? Is this taking a liking to me? No! It must be because he wants me to make plans for him all my life that he said such things. 4 When we walked to the hall, Mrs. Preston pulled me and introduced me to the elders. “This is my future daughter-in-law. She has a good personality and looks pretty.” Everyone praised me one after another. Lily, who was beside Michael, looked at me with gloom in her eyes. She walked over with a wine glass and looked at Mrs. Preston. “Auntie, I heard that Mr. Preston just returned to China. I wonder if my little sister and Mr. Preston have met?” “Does he approve of this future wife?” Last time in the orphanage, she didn’t leave a good impression on Mrs. Preston. So much so that Mrs. Preston’s eyes were tinged with displeasure when she heard this. “None of your business!” “Our family affairs are not your turn to question. Who do you think you are?” Michael’s face turned pale when he heard this. “Sorry, Mrs. Preston, my sister is ignorant.” As soon as this remark came out, no one noticed that a haze flashed across his eyes. I saw too many of these looks in the past life. Every time was a sign that my nightmare was about to begin. I took a step back in fear, but accidentally bumped into a warm embrace. Turning my head to look, it turned out to be Lucas. “Be careful.” His eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle like water. Lily in front of me was almost exploding with anger. She must be thinking why Lucas’s attitude towards me was so good. “Mr. Preston, do you really like my little sister?” “Do you know that she is an orphan, and she was previously molested by someone!” Lily’s words made the whole venue quiet down. When I was sleeping in the orphanage before, my clothes were suddenly torn by a middle-aged man. He wanted to molest me, but fortunately, I resisted him with a vase. Afterwards, Lily went around publicizing that I had been molested by this man. Then she told me: “Little sister, guess who arranged that man?” At that moment, I realized that she deliberately framed me. Thinking of this, my fists were clenched tightly. Just as I wanted to speak, Lucas beat me to it. “Is that so?” He looked at Lily. Lily was extremely proud. “Yes, Mia was once by an old man years ago——” Before she finished speaking, she was kicked flying by Lucas. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was attracted. Michael’s face was full of embarrassment. “Mr. Preston, don’t be angry, it’s my fault for not disciplining my sister well.” “If I hear her slander my fiancée again in the future, I will make it impossible for her to stay in this city.” “Oh no, it should be you and your Shaw family get out of this city.” “This sister of yours should be properly disciplined.” Lucas’s voice was terrifyingly cold. Michael hurriedly bowed and scraped: “What Mr. Preston says is right, I will go and teach a lesson immediately.” Slap slap slap Michael went over and slapped Lily on the face left and right. “Ah, don’t hit, it hurts so much…” Lily’s screams filled the whole hall. Mrs. Preston also spoke up. “I have recognized this daughter-in-law. You all remember her name is Mia. If I hear anyone bullying her, I will pay it back tenfold!” “Is that satisfying?” Lucas put his arm around me and said softly. “That is really satisfying!” Even my mammary glands got cleared. 5 Because of the farce Lily created, the relationship between Lucas and I became closer instantly. Moreover, everyone knew that I was the daughter-in-law of the Preston family and respected me very much. As for Lily, she was dragged away by Michael with an angry face. In the past life, Michael didn’t reveal his nature at this time. But because this incident made him lose face today, it accelerated the exposure of his nature. I knew that Lily’s nightmare was about to begin. Don’t know if she can handle it? In the following time, Lily didn’t come to harass me. I also have time to make money and then leave this city. Because after rebirth, I understand a truth. Relying on oneself is the only way! However, when I was looking for a job, Lucas found me. He sent me a text: “Come to my company to help. I’ll give you a salary of 50k a month, and a bonus at the end of the year.” This is good, I just lack a high-paying job. I went happily. However, on the way, my mouth was suddenly covered by someone. When I woke up again, I was in a public toilet. The ground was covered with wet and slippery water stains and foul odors. In front of me was the old man who almost molested me before. He grinned revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: “When I screw you, you won’t be able to become Mrs. Preston.” “Oh right, forgot to tell you, I already notified the Preston family to come over.” I smiled: “Seems the vase last time didn’t hurt you.” “What do you mean?” I climbed up from the ground and took out a polished bright knife from my pocket. “Do you think having fallen on the road once, I will fall a second time?” Saying that, I cut my arm ruthlessly. Immediately, blood flowed straight out, and I smeared the blood everywhere on my body. At this time, the door was pushed open. “Mr. Preston, don’t beat my sister. She was just too lonely, so she found a man——” Lily stopped when she saw me covered in blood.

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The day my sister and I both moved back home, divorced and dragging our baggage, she posted a smug update on social media. “Who says a woman needs to pay her way back to her parents’ house after a divorce?” “I haven’t given Mom and Dad a dime in years, and I walked in with two leftover mandarin oranges.” “Mom was thrilled! Said she’d happily take care of me forever.” Later, while I was cooking dinner, I mentioned the post to Mom. She offered a cold, dismissive chuckle. “You know, I actually think you’re quite selfish. That’s where you fall short compared to Sandra. At least when Sandra was eating those oranges, she thought of me.” She turned to face me, her eyes hardened. “You? When was the last time you ever thought of your mother while you were eating something good?” A sudden, deep weariness settled over me. In ten years of marriage, I had funneled over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars into this family. I had returned home after my divorce with boxes and suitcases full of things I thought they could use. Yet, I was still less valued than Sandra’s half-eaten snack. “See? You’re silent again. What, did I say something wrong? You’re just not as thoughtful as your sister. Never have been, not since you were a child.” “Then you continue to enjoy Sandra’s kindness and her oranges, Mom,” I said, stripping off the apron. “I’m done serving you.” I pulled out my phone, immediately canceled the shared credit card I kept for them, grabbed Luna, and walked out of the house without a backward glance. 1 A heavy snow had fallen over Crestview. Luna and I struggled through the blizzard, but I felt a complete, lightheaded sense of release. For a decade, I had bought them a house, kept them on an unlimited shared card, gifted Dad an expensive watch, and bought Mom a heavy gold bracelet. I believed my childhood home was my sanctuary. But when I came back, defeated and carrying everything I owned, Mom had been unwelcoming. “The fridge and washer are broken, Alexandra. You won’t be comfortable. And your old room is filled with storage. Maybe you should just go back to Todd?” “He was almost killing me, Mom.” “Then you just have to tolerate it,” she’d said, flatly. “All men get heated sometimes. Give him another chance.” I saw no genuine pity, only inconvenience. I replaced every broken appliance in the house, and only then did Mom grudgingly clear out my old bedroom. They called it my home, but I tiptoed around them, waiting on them, cleaning up their messes, feeling like a squatter in my own space. Now I finally understood: without love, no amount of money could buy me a place at their table. I hailed a cab. Just as I settled in, Dad yanked the door open and dragged me out. “You’re leaving because of a couple of oranges? Are you serious? Get back in there and apologize to your mother. All our relatives are here, and they’re waiting for you to cook.” The relatives gathered behind him murmured their support. “Yes, Alexandra. It’s just two oranges. You’re the older sister, don’t be so petty about your sibling.” “Exactly. You’re both divorced now. You need to stick together. Don’t be so small-minded.” As I wrenched my arm from Dad’s grip, Sandra’s voice drifted over, cool and indifferent. “You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Jealous that Mom and Dad actually like me. You’re dull, unpleasant, and you wonder why they don’t dote on you. Why don’t you reflect on your own personality for once?” “I just got home, and all our friends and family came to check on me, and already your feelings are bruised. You’ve had to compete with me since we were kids. Don’t you think it’s pathetic? You know you’ll always lose.” The careless remark twisted the knife in my chest. She was right. I had always been second best. From the moment Sandra, the surprise second child, arrived, Mom’s patience and soft words for me vanished. “Sandra is younger. Sandra doesn’t know any better. Give it to Sandra. Be the bigger person. Don’t be so small-minded, Alexandra. Why do you always compare yourself to your sister?” These phrases had defined my entire life, even though I was only a year older than Sandra. “I have every right to prefer Sandra,” Mom sneered, emerging from the house. “When I was in the hospital last year, it was Sandra taking care of me. You were nowhere to be found. What use are you, really? And you have the nerve to compare yourself to her.” I was shaking with fury. Mom had been in a coma; I had paid the bills and handled the logistics. She was the one who insisted I focus on work, claiming Sandra had it covered. Now she was rewriting history. I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re absolutely right. You can’t rely on me. The next time you need money for a hospital or a bill, go find Sandra. Since she’s the one you prefer, you can count on her. As far as I’m concerned, you have no other daughter!” Dad slapped me across the face, his eyes blazing. “What did you say? It’s your duty to honor your parents! Are you trying to disown us?” “Yes! I’m disowning you! I don’t want this father and mother anymore!” I pulled Luna into the waiting taxi, slamming the door shut. From this day forward, I was an orphan. No matter how poor or desperate I became, I would never return and allow them to drain me dry again. 2 I had no home, so I took Luna to a cheap motel near my office. As soon as we settled in, Mom posted several photos in the family group chat. [Some people have the nerve to compare themselves to Sandra. Why don’t they reflect on how wonderful Sandra is? Look how much class she has when entertaining family.] [She booked the best steakhouse in Crestview, gave us so much face. And others? They just storm out in a fit of pique.] [If a certain ungrateful daughter would come back and pay the bill for this lavish dinner, I might consider letting her live here again.] In the photos, Mom’s hand rested affectionately on Sandra’s. The heavy gold bracelet I had bought for her was now on Sandra’s wrist. Sandra’s own social media updated again: “Congrats to me for escaping my marriage! Mom was so proud of my courage, she gifted me this beautiful gold bracelet. She says her Golden Girl deserves the best of everything.” I had worked myself to the bone, spending my own savings on that bracelet for Mom, never once buying myself anything so lavish. Now she’d given it away and was trying to shame me into paying for dinner. It was repulsive. I opened the group chat and sent a voice message. “One dinner gives you class? I spent a quarter of a million dollars on you! Without me, you’d still be stuck in that run-down farmhouse! Why didn’t that give you face?” “Who is the white wolf here? I poured hundreds of thousands into this family, and a stray dog would’ve shown more loyalty!” I hit send, left the group, and blocked every single one of them. A moment later, Uncle Richard called. “Alexandra, why did you block your parents? Why would you say those things? They’re still your parents, for heaven’s sake.” “I know you’re upset Dad hit you. I talked to him, he says it won’t happen again. Just come back, honey. We’re celebrating Sandra’s freedom tonight…” “Freedom?” I interrupted, the words thick with unshed tears. “When Sandra’s husband yelled at her, Mom and Dad rushed to bring her home. What about me? Todd was beating me senseless.” “I cried and begged Dad to help me, to let me come home, and he told me to tolerate it. He said a beating was better than him cheating, and to give Todd another chance. He’d learn his lesson.” “Uncle, there is no ‘after.’ Not a single person in that house cares about me. I’m done.” I hung up. Luna wrapped her arms around my waist, sobbing. “Mommy, I care about you. I love you. I’m going to grow up fast and make lots and lots of money, and buy you a real home.” Tears streamed down my face. I hugged her fiercely. Instead of fighting for their approval, I channeled all my energy into work. I needed to buy a house. We needed our own home. One afternoon, I went to pick Luna up from daycare, and the teacher told me her grandmother had already taken her. I raced to the house. Doris was dumping out Luna’s backpack, handing the prized jumbo scallops Luna had saved from the school cafeteria to Sandra’s daughter, Paige. I was so busy working multiple jobs, I often ate takeout. Luna hated it, so she often saved the best parts of her school lunch for me—a few prized shrimp, a piece of roast chicken. Today, it was the jumbo scallops. “Those are for my Mommy!” Luna tried to snatch them back, but Doris shoved her to the ground. “Paige is younger than you, so you let her have them, understand? Your mother has taught you to be small-minded, haven’t she? Getting upset over a couple of scallops.” Paige stuck her tongue out at Luna. “Your mom is jealous of my mom, and you’re jealous of me! Go ahead, make Grandma give them to you, if you dare.” When Sandra was small, I had to cater to her. Now, they were forcing my daughter to cater to Sandra’s daughter. I snapped. Just as I was about to grab the scallops from Paige, Doris stood up and shoved an apron into my chest. She let out a frustrated sigh. “What are you doing standing there? If you’re willing to come back, get in the kitchen and start dinner! Do you know what day it is?” She glanced behind me, her expression darkening. “You’re truly a disappointment. It’s my birthday, and you came back empty-handed.” Sandra chuckled softly. “Looks like Alexandra forgot your birthday, Mom. Don’t be sad, you still have me.” 3 Doris instantly beamed, praising Sandra for her thoughtfulness. She then turned her gaze of pure annoyance back to me. “See? Your sister is just better than you. Now go! Sandra already started the oven; all you have to do is the main courses.” Sandra added, “Don’t forget to make Mom a plate of pasta. Hand-made, of course. She likes those best.” I picked up the kitchen table and flipped it. Plates, utensils, and Sandra’s carefully placed fruit bowl crashed to the floor. “Why on earth would I give you a birthday gift? Why would I cook for any of you? We are no longer related!” Doris was so enraged she hit me across the face. “You dare defy me? I am your mother! It’s my birthday! You will honor your mother!” I covered my stinging cheek, then whirled around, grabbed a handful of Sandra’s hair, and slapped her twice across the face. Doris screamed. “Alexandra! Are you insane?” “I am! You drove me insane! I’m telling you right now, my daughter and I are done with the Callahans. If you ever, ever touch my daughter again, or lay another finger on me, I will double the abuse onto Sandra. Try me.” I pulled Luna toward the door. Doris let out a cold laugh, utterly composed now. “No relationship? Alexandra, don’t you forget who raised you. Your father and I worked hard to feed you, clothe you, and send you to school. Now you want to walk away? You can leave once you pay back every penny we spent on you!” I froze, turning back to look at her. “Fine. You want to settle accounts? Let’s settle them, properly.” I hired a lawyer immediately. We compiled every expense they claimed to have paid for my first eighteen years. When the final tally came to barely sixty-five thousand dollars, Sandra scoffed. “You bribed the lawyer. Sixty-five thousand for eighteen years? College alone cost more than that! Mom and Dad gave us three thousand a month in college!” Doris nervously tugged at Sandra’s sleeve. Her eyes betrayed a flash of guilt. My heart was cold. When I got into college, they tried to force me to drop out and get a job. “You’re smarter than your sister. You’ll make money without a degree. Sandra is delicate and not as sharp. She’d be ruined without a degree.” To get my education, I took out student loans and worked three jobs, clawing my way through to graduation, saving my career from being aborted. “My college was paid for with student loans. They paid for nothing,” I told the lawyer. “However, I have receipts for over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars I subsidized this family in the last ten years. That is far more than sixty-five thousand.” “Also, this house. It’s titled in both my name and Doris’s, but I paid the entire mortgage. I want her compelled to pay me back.” I glanced at the gold bracelet on Sandra’s wrist. “That bracelet was a gift I purchased for my mother. I have receipts. It is now on Sandra’s wrist. I reasonably suspect theft. I want it back.” Sandra was furious. “Mom gave it to me! You’re just jealous!” When the lawyer confirmed my demands were reasonable, Doris panicked. “Why should I pay her back? She’s my daughter! Buying a house for her mother is her duty! If I want to give her gifts to Sandra, that’s my right!” “And what is your relationship with Ms. Callahan?” the lawyer asked calmly. “You, as parents, were simply fulfilling your duty by raising a child. You forced her into existence; she didn’t ask to be born.” The lawyer looked at them with thinly veiled disgust. “Furthermore, Ms. Callahan has repaid you more than ten times over. Isn’t that enough? Mrs. Callahan, you must stop being so transparently biased. They are both your children.” Doris was speechless, flushed with shame. She tried to pretend nothing happened, but I wasn’t having it. I was direct: if they refused to return the house value and the bracelet, I would sue. We would drag this through court and see who ended up looking worse. “Give it to her!” Walter’s face was beet red. “I will not be humiliated. I won’t have my own daughter sue me!” “Alexandra, you heartless snake! I wish I’d never given birth to you! I still have one daughter left. I don’t need you to survive!” 4 To protect myself, I had the lawyer draw up a formal contract legally dissolving all financial and familial obligations. Doris and Walter moved out that day. They cried to the neighbors, painting me as a ruthless, ungrateful child. I used to be terrified of neighborhood gossip, terrified of being labeled “unfilial.” Now, I simply didn’t care. Let them talk. My life was none of their business. Luna and I couldn’t bear to stay in that house, so I listed it with a realtor. That night, Uncle Richard called. “A real shame, Alexandra, all this fighting. Did you know the property in the old town sold? Your parents got a cash payout of over forty thousand dollars. If you hadn’t left, you would’ve seen half that.” I knew better. Even if I hadn’t left, I wouldn’t have seen a dime. They wouldn’t have even told me the money existed. Uncle Richard forwarded me Dad’s recent social media post. [From this day forward, I, Walter Callahan, have only one daughter, Sandra. If anyone mentions a certain irrelevant person again, I will cut ties.] Sandra commented below: “Mom and Dad, I promise to take good care of you. I’m not an ungrateful white wolf like my sister.” I switched off my phone. Their drama was no longer my concern. “Tired?” Vice President Jensen handed me a contract. “Sign this, and you can take a week off. I hear you’ve officially cut ties with your family and are couch-surfing. This project bonus should be enough for a down payment on a place.” I accepted the folder, hesitating. “How did you know? Don’t you think I’m an ungrateful monster?” Jensen smiled. “Someone anonymously blasted a nasty email to the whole company, claiming you threw your parents out and disowned them. I intercepted it.” “I’m not surprised by the outcome. I knew years ago. You were always working multiple part-time jobs in college, skipping lunches. I knew your home life was bad.” He tapped the contract. “You did the right thing. Sometimes you have to quit. Sunk costs do not factor into major decisions. Go get that house.” My eyes stung with unexpected emotion. For days, all I’d heard was How could you? How heartless! You’re a white wolf! For the first time, someone was on my side. “Thank you.” I saw Sandra again while picking up Luna. She was blocking the street in a brand-new Mercedes-Benz GLC SUV, looking smug. “Aw, look at this. How pathetic. Riding a scooter now? If you hadn’t started a fight, maybe this Benz would have been yours.” I glanced at the SUV. “Sixty-thousand dollar car. Financed, I presume?” Sandra gave a faint smile. Doris, sitting in the passenger seat, spoke up dismissively. “I paid the down payment. I also bought Sandra a nice condo. We’re handling the monthly payments, of course. We only have one daughter now; she deserves to be spoiled.” “Some people are too late,” she added, giving me a pointed look. “We thought about giving her a little something, but she’s not my child anymore. I won’t waste my time on an outsider.” Since I’d set up the shared credit card, Doris and Walter hadn’t held a job. Yet the monthly twenty thousand dollars was always spent. It hadn’t been spent; it had been quietly saved and siphoned off. I ignored them, taking Luna’s hand and navigating around the SUV. Sandra shouted, “One more thing! Mom and Dad had their wills drawn up. All their assets are going to me. You tried to start a fight, and now you’ll live with the consequences!” Three days later, the contract was signed, and my bonus—a full fifty thousand dollars—landed in my account. I used it as a down payment on a small, move-in-ready condo. We were finally home. Just as Luna and I were celebrating with takeout, the lawyer showed up with a court summons. “Your mother, Doris Callahan, has suffered a severe brain bleed. Your father, Walter Callahan, was in a drunk driving accident. Your sister, Sandra, is unreachable. We have to come to you.” “Your mother claims you stopped the shared credit card, leaving them destitute and unable to pay medical bills. She is suing you for Elder Neglect and Non-Support.”

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My wife Abi is the world’s top physician. She claimed love at first sight and chased me until I married her. Her rival Silas hated this. Years ago, they vowed never to marry, staying rivals till old age—breaking it meant a cursed end. Silas took his anger out on me. First, he stranded me in the wild for three days; I returned scarred. Abi healed me with top care. Second, he trapped me in a derelict building; I fell, breaking bones everywhere. Abi nursed me back. This cycle lasted five years: him hurting, her healing. Last time, Silas tricked me into eating a deadly allergen. I nearly died. Waking up in hospital, Abi sighed while writing my chart. “Don’t blame Silas,” she said. “His dad was a war hero. Fighting me is his only comfort.” “He knew you’d live. Just messing around.” A call from Silas sent her rushing out—she missed writing the correct allergy drip prescription. The nurse had the wrong bag ready. Then the System appeared: “To return home, you must die by the heroine. This wrong infusion is fatal. Consent?” I smiled at the nurse. “Go ahead.” … When Abi returned, the IV bag was already half empty. The warm, yellow light of the room softened the cool, sharp lines of her face. Dressed in her white coat, she walked to my bedside, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “I just finished up. Is that drip almost done already?” she murmured. “Let me see how my husband is doing.” She reached out to feel my forehead, then gently checked under my eyelids, her every movement precise and tender. I just stared at her, a storm of emotions swirling inside me. After all these years, I could finally go home. My gaze must have been too intense, because the corners of her eyes lifted in a slight smile, and her voice grew even softer. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did the IV hurt?” I shook my head. She smiled and ruffled my hair, pulling a pill organizer from her bag and placing it on the nightstand. “Flynn, this allergic reaction was severe. You’ll need to continue these nutrient drips for another seven days.” “I’ve also put your allergy medication in here. Make sure you take it after every meal.” I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, my voice calm. “That won’t be necessary. I won’t need them anymore.” She froze, her head tilting as she studied me. “Why so cold? Are you still angry with Silas?” She let out a soft sigh and reached for my hand. “Silas is just a bit extreme, that’s all. He didn’t really mean to hurt you. You’re fine now, so just let it go, okay?” I pulled my hand away. “What if I had actually died this time?” She blinked, then a helpless smile touched her lips. “With me here? How could I ever let that happen?” Right. My wife was the greatest doctor alive. There was no injury she couldn’t heal. Lately, Silas’s attacks had become more frequent. Sometimes it was minor, something that would give me a rash or an upset stomach. Other times, it was far more serious, like tricking me into consuming poison. But every single time, Abi would fix me, effortlessly. So this time, she probably figured there wouldn’t be any surprises. She looked at me, her captivating eyes, usually so full of affection, now held that familiar, indulgent expression. It was as if my brush with death was nothing more than a trivial drama in her eyes. When did things get like this? In the beginning, she did care about me. I was sure of it. I remember our wedding day. Before the ceremony even started, Silas, who had just flown back into the country, maliciously ran my wedding car off the road. The car slammed into a guardrail. I broke my ribs and was bedridden for over two weeks. Abi was furious. She stayed by my side at the hospital the entire time. Later, she went to confront Silas, telling him she was cutting ties with him for good. But just three days later, she gave in. Silas had slit his wrists. He was lying in a bathtub, his skin ghostly pale against the blood. Abi rushed him to the hospital, her heart torn between pain and guilt. When she came back, she rubbed her temples, her voice weary. “Flynn, he’s the son of a war hero. He’s not a bad person at his core. He’s just hurting and needs an outlet. He wasn’t targeting you on purpose.” “He has no family left. I’m all he has. For my sake, can you just let it go?” It was only then that I learned they weren’t just rivals. They had grown up together. That vow to “never marry and fight until they were old” was a pact they made as kids. But then, while Silas was studying abroad, she met me. She fell hard and fast, insisting she would marry no one else. When Silas found out, he lost control, a storm of tears and accusations. Abi ignored him and married me anyway. “Flynn, I know this is my fault,” she’d said. “We’re husband and wife. We should be a team. Can you just be the bigger person for me? Please?” Because of those words, I spent five years backing down, giving in, over and over again. Until this time. Until he nearly killed me. The System’s voice broke through my thoughts. [Host, the heroine does have feelings for you. If you can’t bear to leave, you just need to let her discover the incorrect medication. The guilt will consume her, and she will spend the rest of her life trying to make it up to you, loving you desperately.] I shook my head softly. What good was her guilt? It wasn’t worth anything. [But Host, didn’t you give up on going home?] I sighed. It was true. When I first found myself transported into this world, into this story, I had seriously considered staying. Back then, Abi treated me so well, so well that the mission objective, to “die by her hand,” seemed impossible. Besides, I was an orphan in my own world. It seemed better to stay with someone who truly loved me. But I forgot one crucial thing. People change. “No,” I said to myself. “I’m going home.” Only seven days left. I could wait. After Abi left, I was alone in the room. Not for long. The door was thrown open with a bang. Silas strode in, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. A sense of alarm shot through me. “What are you doing here?” A vicious smile twisted his lips. “Came to see you off. Since a severe allergic reaction couldn’t finish the job, I figured I’d have to do it myself.” I reached for the call button. But he was already at my bedside, his hands wrapping around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter. I struggled, but my body, still weak from anaphylactic shock, was no match for him. Soon, black spots danced in my vision. Just as my consciousness began to fade, a nurse on her rounds burst in and screamed. “What are you doing? Somebody help! Security!” In the chaos, I used my last ounce of strength to grab her hand. “Call… the police…” When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was Abi’s icy expression. “Flynn, why did you call the police?” It took me a moment to find my voice, which came out as a dry rasp. “Silas broke in and tried to strangle me. I called them to press charges.” Abi’s brow furrowed. “Flynn, Silas told me he was coming here to apologize to you. Why would he try to hurt you?” I stared at her, my voice quiet but firm. “How many times has he hurt me, Abi? Don’t you know by now?” She faltered for a second. Of course, she knew. But even if she believed me, she would never let Silas get a criminal record. A moment later, Abi gestured to her assistant, who stepped forward with a legal document. “Flynn, Silas’s situation is special. If this gets out, it will be bad for him.” “I’ve already punished him. He’s on lockdown and knows he was wrong. Just sign this forgiveness waiver, and we can put this behind us, alright?” I turned my head away, ignoring her. “Flynn.” Her tone hardened, laced with a new edge of compulsion. “Sign it. I promise Silas will never come near you again. Just listen to me.” She tried to force the pen into my hand, to make me sign. But before she could touch me, I raised my hand and slapped her, hard, across the face. The crisp sound echoed in the silent room. The ward fell utterly silent. Abi cradled her cheek, her usually composed and elegant face a mask of shock. Maybe it was because I knew I was leaving. I was done swallowing the bitterness of the past. I looked her straight in the eye and said, each word deliberate, “Abi, believe what you want. I don’t care. But I am not signing that paper. It’s impossible.” Abi didn’t say another word. She snatched the document from her assistant, turned, and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. She was truly angry. For the next few days, she didn’t show her face. That evening, a nurse came to change my IV as usual, her expression hesitant. “Mr. Dawson,” she said, “Dr. Vance hasn’t been here in person, but she calls every day to check on you. She keeps telling me how severe your allergy was and that you can’t miss a single day of these nutrient drips. She wants me to make sure you finish every bag.” Seeing my silence, the nurse added, “She really does care about you, Mr. Dawson.” A bitter, ironic smile touched my lips. So, she was that afraid of me dying. I wondered what her face would look like when she finally discovered that the prescription she personally wrote was the very thing that was killing me. “Cough, cough!” A violent cough wracked my body. I spat blood onto the white sheets, a stark crimson stain. The combination of the incorrect drip and the damage from the allergic reaction was taking its toll. My body was deteriorating faster than I expected. I might not even make it the full seven days. When I woke up, it was already dark outside, the room filled with a warm glow. Abi was sitting by my bed, her face etched with worry. She looked like she’d rushed here, her white coat still smudged with dust. Her hand was just reaching for my IV line, likely to check its status, when her eyes met mine. She froze, instantly snatching her hand back. Her voice was sharp with annoyance. “Flynn, are you resorting to these kinds of tricks now?” “I knew my treatment plan couldn’t be failing.” “If you wanted me to come back, you could have just said so. Did you really need to fake being unconscious to get my sympathy?” I turned my back to her, my voice flat. “If you don’t want to be here, then don’t. No one’s begging you.” But inside, a wave of relief washed over me. That was close. A moment longer, and she might have noticed the problem with the IV. My retort left her speechless. After a few seconds of silence, her expression softened. A gentle hand rested on my shoulder, and her voice became gentle again. “Alright, are you still sulking? It’s not a big deal. I know you can’t stand Silas. I promise, I won’t let him near you again.” “You’ve been talking about visiting your friends, haven’t you? I’ll clear my schedule in a few days and take you, how does that sound?” Something stirred in me. I nodded. My closest friends lived in the next city over. Before I left this world for good, I had to see them one last time. Having her with me would make the trip easier. But in the end, she didn’t come with me. The day we were supposed to leave, we had just reached the hospital entrance when her phone rang. She answered, and her expression changed instantly. After hanging up, she looked at me, her face full of guilt. “Flynn…” I managed a knowing smile. “It’s fine. Go do what you need to do.” The nurse traveling with me tried to explain. “Mr. Dawson, there’s an emergency in the ER. As a lead physician, Dr. Vance has to be there.” I didn’t say anything, just turned and got into the car. A few passing doctors and nurses saw the exchange and gave me looks of approval. “Dr. Vance’s husband is so understanding.” Abi was a top-tier doctor. Being called away for emergencies like this was nothing new. It was a matter of life and death, and I had never held it against her. I always believed that saving lives should come before me. That was only right. What I never realized was that everything could come before me. And Silas… Silas came before everything else. I found her at the hospital’s affiliate branch in the next city. She was in a lab, frantically trying to formulate an antidote. Seeing me, she looked startled. “Flynn, what are you doing here?”

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I am the company ghost. Zero presence. My name at the office is literally “That Girl.” Everyone can order me around. I have no complaints, no attitude. Even the new interns dump their coffee runs on me. But despite this, I’ve never thought about quitting. Because in my forgotten corner of the corporate machine, I spend my days slacking off and running my side hustles, quietly stacking cash until my bank account is thick. I thought I would stay invisible forever, until a promotion dropped from the sky… The company went public, and the CEO wanted to give pre-IPO shares to the founding members. A quick headcount revealed me, the invisible veteran. The CEO finally noticed me, this lowly employee who had been there since day one. He was instantly moved by my “unwavering loyalty.” On the spot, he decided to give me the position that all the executives were fighting tooth and nail for: Chief Operating Officer. 1 When I was a kid playing “store,” I was always the boss, and the other kids were the customers. I’d price a piece of candy at one dollar. After the customers haggled, I’d end up paying them a dollar to take the candy. After years of this, I never made a single cent. My parents shook their heads, confirming I had zero business talent. Because I was so dense, my parents worried I’d get eaten alive in the real world. So, they passed down their corporate survival wisdom. My mom’s survival guide was five words: Lay Low, Play Dumb, Slack Off. She said if I mastered these, I’d be a qualified corporate slicker and survive anywhere. My dad, however, scoffed at this. They argued constantly. His philosophy was the opposite: Hustle hard, be loud, read the room, sweet talk everyone. Only by doing these four things could one get promoted, get a raise, and reach the pinnacle of life. My mom told me not to listen to him, or I’d burn out and get replaced by a nepotism hire. My dad told me not to listen to her, or I’d be stuck in entry-level hell forever. My mom argued that putting all your eggs in one basket was stupid. If the company folded, you’d be screwed. So, you need a side hustle. My dad called that heresy. If everyone slacked off, the company would fold. But if everyone hustled like him, the company would grow, benefits would improve, and everyone would win. I was caught in the middle. Sometimes Mom made sense, sometimes Dad did. The key was, they both proved their points with their lives. My mom stayed entry-level until retirement, but her embroidery side hustle sold pieces internationally for thousands. My dad hustled his way from clerk to VP, taking a local company to the Fortune 500. After graduating, I synthesized their wisdom into my own version. I adopted my mom’s “lay low, play dumb, slack off.” And I added my dad’s “read the room.” Combining these, I successfully became the most marginalized ghost in the company. 2 Personally, I was very satisfied. Twelve years in the company, zero presence. “That Girl” was my name. Anyone could order me around. Hard work, no complaints. Even interns learned to dump their grunt work on me. Despite this, I never thought about quitting. Because in my forgotten corner, I spent my days writing novels, quietly getting rich. I thought I’d be invisible forever, until the promotion dropped from the sky. The company went public. The CEO, Mr. Sterling, wanted to reward the founding employees with stock options. A headcount revealed me. Mr. Sterling finally noticed me, the veteran entry-level employee. He was moved by my spirit of “never abandoning the ship.” He decided on the spot to give me the COO position that everyone was killing each other for. At the executive meeting, Mr. Sterling announced the news. Everyone’s eyes shot daggers at me. Me, dragged in cluelessly: “…” Is the boss crazy? Me? COO? Chief Operating Officer? My direct superior, one of the founding members and Marketing Manager David Summer, was the first to object: “Her? Boss, you’re joking. She’s a little clerk in Marketing. What qualifies her to be COO?” I looked at Mr. Sterling and nodded in agreement: “Yes, I’m just a tiny analyst. I haven’t even gotten any certifications since I joined. I’m still entry-level. I’m really not qualified.” COO sounds busy. With that energy, I could write more novels and sell more rights. Isn’t that better? One of the top contenders, the high-achieving Operations Manager Wayne Hart, also objected: “The COO role should be about ability and strength, not just seniority. Tenure shouldn’t push out capable people.” I continued to nod at Mr. Sterling: “Yes, I have no strength or ability. I just stayed because it was easy to slack off. Leave the opportunity to capable people.” If I become COO, I won’t have time to slack off. What about my readers waiting for updates? I’m not that irresponsible. The founding faction stood up: “If the standard for choosing a COO is this casual, we can’t have any expectations for the company’s future.” I just agreed: “Yes, yes, it can’t be this casual.” The new generation faction stood up: “We won’t accept her. If someone like her can be COO, so can we.” I sincerely agreed: “Yes, yes. If I can be COO, everyone can.” Everyone couldn’t take it anymore and roared at me: “Can you shut up?” My cooperation did not earn me respect. Maybe I should just resign! But finding a job with a $1200 base salary, full benefits, weekends off, and no overtime where I can slack off is hard. As if seeing the thought of resignation on my face, Mr. Sterling, who had been silent, spoke up. He stood up and declared against all objections that although I seemed like a small clerk, I was actually stronger than everyone present. Me: … I accepted everyone’s gaze again. Everyone was surprisingly in sync, their faces saying two words: Her? 3 I had to suspect Mr. Sterling was using me as a target. Did he want me dead? What grudge, what grievance? Why target me? Did my twelve years of slacking off upset him? Or was he using the “praise to kill” method? Wanting me to quit voluntarily so he wouldn’t have to give me stocks? I couldn’t help but spiral into conspiracy theories. Otherwise, it made no sense… Before the Old Guard and the New Blood could voice their doubts again, Mr. Sterling hardened his face and said deeply, “Since none of you accept my decision, for the sake of fairness, I will give you a chance to compete fairly.” Now the factions were quiet. It was my turn to speak for myself. But just as I opened my mouth to say “I,” hands covered my mouth from behind. I turned in shock and saw Chloe, my former lunch buddy and current CFO: “Don’t be scared. Compete with them. Let the boss finish.” Me: “???” On my other side, Hank, my former chat buddy and current CTO, put his hand on my shoulder: “Exactly. With us here, your wealth is coming.” Me: “!!!” What are these two talking about? Seeing my confusion, Chloe whispered in my left ear: “Actually, the boss has been struggling with who to promote to COO.” I looked left at Chloe, asking with my eyes: Boss struggles, what’s it to me? Hank whispered in my right ear: “So when the boss asked for our opinion, Chloe and I strongly recommended you.” I whipped my head right to look at Hank in shock. I couldn’t believe it: “Are you crazy? I’m lazy, greedy, and useless. You dared to recommend me?” Chloe on the left snorted: “Someone who can write 6,000 words of high-quality content daily while working? You call that lazy?” Hank on the right scoffed: “Someone who gets a certification for every profession she writes about? You call that useless?” Me in the middle was going crazy. Just as I was about to explode, David Summer and Wayne Hart stood up and said in unison: “Fine, no problem. We accept this challenge.” Then, they both looked at me, eyes blazing with battlelust. Me: !!! They clearly saw me as an imaginary enemy. I was so busy chatting I didn’t hear what the challenge was. I didn’t plan to get involved in this promotion war. I was about to state my position when I saw Mr. Sterling wink at me. I didn’t understand the hint. While I was dazed, Mr. Sterling announced the meeting over and left at light speed, giving me no chance to decline. Once the boss left, David and Wayne walked up to me. David looked at Chloe and Hank standing beside me, smiling a smile that didn’t reach his eyes: “You three were close back then. I didn’t expect you to still be so close after all these years.” Wayne was more direct. He lifted his chin and said unpleasantly: “If you don’t want to end up embarrassed, you’d better withdraw from the Zenith Project competition now. Don’t smear the company’s image.” After speaking their piece, they left without waiting for a reply. Now, only Chloe, Hank, and I were left in the huge conference room. I couldn’t maintain my calm facade anymore. I clutched my head and screamed at them: “What the hell did you two do behind my back?” 4 I used to think “Don’t forget me when you’re rich” was a blessing. After hearing what Chloe and Hank did, I realized it can also mean “biting the hand that feeds you.” It started four months ago. The company got approval to go public. Before the IPO, the boss wanted to optimize departments and positions. Chloe and Hank, the workaholics, were the undeniable heads of their departments. They had been with the boss since the startup days, surviving bankruptcy crises. With that loyalty, Chloe became CFO and Hank became CTO. But the COO position remained open. Heads of Sales, Marketing, Product, Operations, and even HR were eyeing it. The undercurrents were fierce. But that had nothing to do with me, a lowly Marketing Analyst. I finished my work and slacked off in my blind-spot cubicle, writing my novel. The thrill of potentially getting caught cured my procrastination. I wrote faster at work than at home. But two months ago, my workload exploded. Even people from other departments started dumping work on me. If they didn’t bring me snacks or gifts afterwards, I would have thought it was bullying. But it wasn’t far off. I was a corporate ghost. How transparent? Department meetings? Not invited. Group meetings? Forgotten. Task assignments? Skipped. Even team building events forgot me. I never dressed up. Black, white, gray. No makeup, messy hair, big glasses. I looked more like an intern than the interns. Newbies often ordered me around, then avoided me in embarrassment when they realized I was a senior employee. Colleagues came and went, promoted or quit. Those who joined with me were at least Vice Managers now. They had zero interaction with me. The newbies didn’t know me, and I didn’t want to know them. I just wanted to slack off. That good life ended two months ago. Suddenly I was swamped. No time to write at work. To keep my daily updates, I had to write until dawn at home. This wasn’t a human life. I had to increase my efficiency at work to free up time to write. Result? Heh… In a company, if you’re willing to work, there’s endless work. As soon as I finished one task, another snowballed in. And they rushed me. Like they needed it yesterday. So I had to rush too. Baffling. I wanted to quit so many times. Chloe, Hank, and I have a group chat. Every time I wailed about quitting, they told me to endure it. They said my increased workload was because the department heads were fighting for COO and messing with each other. Once the COO was picked, my life would return to normal. I believed their lies. Turns out, the root cause was these two recommending me to the boss. The busy boss remembered me, the first employee he ever interviewed. He was moved by my “selfless dedication.” Pure hallucination on his part. Moved, and backed by Chloe and Hank’s guarantees, he added me to the COO candidate list. The busy two months were his test of my abilities. And today, getting called into the meeting meant he was satisfied with the results. Chloe and Hank finished explaining, eyes shining, faces saying “Praise me.” I almost had a heart attack. Praise? I want to run away. I’m not a workaholic. COO sounds responsible and busy. I saw my dad’s busyness growing up. Traveling 365 days a year. He said the higher the position, the greater the responsibility. My mom was the opposite. A slacker expert. Clocked out on the dot. Came home to embroider and play with me. Some people love the corporate grind. Some love stability. Influenced by both, I wanted a stable job and the joy of writing. The balance was perfect. Now it was broken. If I become COO, my happiness is gone. Only endless work remains. But can I blame Chloe and Hank for their good intentions? No. I can’t be ungrateful. I can only blame myself. When I started writing, I lacked real-life romance experience. So I looked at Chloe, who had a crush, and Hank, who had a “white moonlight.” I became their strategist. I helped Chloe chase her crush and Hank chase his girl. I shipped them so hard I had an epiphany and wrote my first hit sweet romance novel. Sold the rights, made bank. Years later, they both married their loves and lived happily. But seeing me still single and in the same position, they felt bad. The trio promised happiness. They couldn’t leave me behind. Their definition of happiness was promotion, wealth, and family. I only had wealth. They figured getting me a boyfriend was harder than getting me promoted to COO. Choice made. Besides, I had the ability.

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After I died, my husband turned me into a robotic maid. I was obedient, just as I was in life, letting him do whatever he wanted. His mistress was generous about it, too: “On the days of the month when I’m indisposed, just use it.” Occasionally, the woman would get scared: “Does it remember how it died?” Caleb Vance told her to trust the science. “So what if it remembers? AI has no feelings. It can’t feel pain.” Later, as I carved Caleb into a human specimen piece by piece, I told him the same thing. “Be a good boy. It won’t hurt. Just endure it.” 1 I finished drying the underwear. Caleb was still going at it with the woman in the bathroom, water splashing everywhere. “Master, your activity count for today has exceeded the limit. I suggest a halftime break.” My helpful reminder made the woman scream. She angrily hit the man. “Making a robot look like your dead wife? Are you psycho?” “Isn’t it nice?” Caleb teased, not stopping his rhythm. “Besides, when she was alive, we did things like this. What are you afraid of?” I held the underwear, smiling perfectly. Yes, I am the new generation housekeeping robot, DS-20. I possess all the memories of Caleb’s late wife, Sarah Lane. From their campus romance to building a business empire from scratch, dominating the AI industry. From the moment she was diagnosed with cancer, losing her hair during chemo, to the nights he didn’t come home, parading around with Jessica Hart. Caleb’s hand explored under the water. “It’s called maximizing utility. She’s used to serving me. Only she knows what I like. She took care of me in life; in death, she must continue her duties as a wife.” True, a robot cannot have emotions. But when Caleb ordered me to get a condom, specifically an XL size… I chose from a million possible responses: “Master, according to your latest physical report, your sperm motility is low. Usage is unnecessary.” Jessica giggled. Caleb was furious. He grabbed a metal ornament and threw it at me. Just like in my memories. After he got rich, he stopped hiding his violent side. I tilted my head. After a trajectory analysis, the ornament ricocheted off my titanium alloy skull and hit Caleb squarely in the forehead. Precisely. Effortlessly. Blood streamed down his face. Amidst his roars and the woman’s soothing noises, I thoughtfully dialed 911: “Hello, my master has been injured in the bathroom. Requesting assistance. The address is…” I left the bathroom in a delightful mood. I am DS-20. My primary mission is to ensure the happiness of this family. To complete this mission… I will spare no cost. By any means necessary. 2 The main culprit currently lowering the happiness index is Jessica’s son, Tyler. He is only six months younger than my daughter, Luna, and is an absolute brat. He humiliates her repeatedly at school, takes photos of her changing to post online, and swears he saw her hanging out with bad crowds. Even her only comfort, the orange tabby cat I adopted, was blown to pieces by Tyler with firecrackers. Jessica naturally defends her son unconditionally. Even Caleb thinks: “Boys will be boys. He hasn’t had a father figure for years, a little rebellion is normal. Luna, you’re the older sister, you should yield to him.” Now, Tyler is framing her for stealing. “This is the birthday gift my mom gave me!” Luna was pinned to the floor, her neck red from struggling, clutching the necklace I gave her when I was alive. “You have no right to take it!” “Your mom? Your mom is dead long ago. Everything of hers belongs to my dad and mom now! You’re stealing! Give it to me!” Tyler grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. He gloated: “Look! Your dead mom is right here! She’s just my mom’s dog now, get it? Even if someone raped you, she would just watch!” Our eyes met. My central processor seemed to be hit hard, lagging for 0.01 seconds. The girl trembled, tears flowing, her eyes full of pain I couldn’t compute. Luna is the most precious treasure in my memory. I watched her grow from a crying infant to a babbling toddler, to the graceful young woman she is now. Any memory with her is bright and warm. She is Sarah’s—no, my life’s most important existence. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the floor like raindrops. Amidst the girl’s desperate sobbing, I calmly reached a conclusion: Tyler is a virus. How to deal with a virus? I began deep processing. Simple. Just delete it. 3 A few days later, an accident happened to Tyler. He and his delinquent friends decided to have a water gun fight on a whim. They surrounded Luna, spraying her relentlessly. Someone jeered: “Soak her bra! Let’s see what style she’s wearing!” “Yeah! Get her!” Luna gritted her teeth, dodging and running. Her back was half wet, her bra visible. They chased her relentlessly. “Why run? Come play with us.” “Sister, your clothes are see-through. Who are you trying to seduce?” The accident happened like this: Tyler blocked her path. In the shoving match, he slipped. His 190-pound body fell backward, smashing into the giant fish tank behind him. With a scream of terror, the tank shattered. Water burst out like a dam breaking. Glass shards flew. Tyler landed heavily on the floor covered in jagged glass. “AHHHH!” He screamed like a slaughtered pig. Sharp glass pierced his body deeply. Blood instantly dyed the surrounding floor red. Jessica arrived to see this scene and fainted on the spot. Outside the ER, the doctor told the family: “The femoral artery is completely severed, and the carotid artery is injured. Excessive blood loss. The situation is not optimistic.” A distraught Jessica suddenly went crazy at me: “It must be this robot! The floors are waxed once a week, it wasn’t time yet! Why did she wax them today? Did you make the floor slippery on purpose?!” Everyone stared at me. Even Caleb looked at me with scrutiny. I kept my hands down, still smiling. The butler quickly explained: “Ma’am, the young master and his friends made a mess yesterday, so I ordered Sarah to clean it early.” “Mr. Vance, do your robots have safety hazards?” “Will this affect the launch of the new product line?” Seeing the reporters arriving, Caleb’s face turned iron-green as he scolded her. “Shut up! Sarah is just a robot. Her logic is within safety parameters. Besides, if she hadn’t applied emergency aid and called for help, Tyler would have died from carotid blood loss. I don’t want to hear such crazy talk again.” Making a scene would affect the product launch. The company is Caleb’s lifeblood. Jessica’s chest heaved with unwillingness, but she shut her mouth hatefully. Late at night, I was in sleep mode at the charging station. Luna squatted there. She hugged her knees and looked up, her expression complex. “Today… I saw it.” 4 “I know your usual waxing speed per square meter. Today, you paused there for two extra seconds.” “Little Master seems to care about me.” “Who… who cares about you?” She looked away, her tone stiff as always. “You just have my mom’s memories. You aren’t my mom. I know the difference. You’re just a maid robot. That’s all.” A fourteen-year-old girl. Her disguise of strength has limits. She kept stealing glances at me, but quickly looked away when our eyes met. Her voice was lost: “If my mom were here, she wouldn’t watch me suffer. She would definitely…” Definitely protect you, love you, defend your rights. “I will too, my Master.” I stopped smiling. I knew what a human looked like when making a promise. “I promise you.” Tyler’s injury was within my prediction. Level 3 disability in the leg. Not fatal, but no more jumping around. Jessica didn’t give up. She tested the floor. No issues. Because the problem was never the floor. It was the water guns, filled with a special substance. Tyler’s whim seemed random, but it was my guidance. All week, I played related videos for him. Under psychological suggestion, he blurted out the idea of a water gun fight. A true information cocoon is woven silently. Jessica still suspected me. One day, while Caleb was out, she brought home a sleazy man. I scanned him. Red alert: Venereal Disease detected. The man looked me up and down, drooling. “You mean, I can really sleep with this woman?” 5 “Yes, Mr. Black. No need to worry about diseases with a robot.” Jessica covered her mouth and laughed lightly, unbuttoning my clothes like displaying goods. “No pregnancy, no infection. It’s perfect. Go wild, she’s durable. Seven-day return policy.” Once in the bedroom, Mr. Black couldn’t wait to strip me. Understandable. My skin simulates the feel of an 18-year-old girl. Pale and tender. During testing, Caleb lost control multiple times. He touched me more and more often, with increasing heat. Funny. After my chemo, he never looked me in the eye. He let Jessica dance in front of me. He accused me of lacking self-awareness: “Look at you. Besides the kid and research, you don’t care about me. Naturally, someone else will serve me. Who would be interested in a bald woman? Sarah, why did you get sick? You worry too much about things you shouldn’t.” When Mr. Black’s greasy body pressed down, I gave a friendly reminder: “Although I possess human structure, forced entry will generate a 0.5mA pulse current for 10 seconds. It will cause irreversible bodily harm to you.” The lust-addled man didn’t understand. I switched to plain English. “In human terms: your tool will likely be crippled. Ruined.” “Broken.” I listed the possibilities coldly: “You are not my master. Currently determining you are committing violent assault. I have the right to initiate self-destruct. You have five seconds to escape.” The man gasped. I started the countdown: “Detonation sequence initiated. 3, 2—” The man pulled up his pants and fled in panic. He dumped me halfway. I walked home disheveled. My two masters were arguing. Over me. 6 Jessica’s unauthorized action touched Caleb’s reverse scale. He froze all her cards as punishment. Jessica was naturally unconvinced: “It’s just a machine maid! I gave it away, so what? I’m your wife now. Don’t I have the right to dispose of a robot?” Caleb’s face was extremely ugly: “Sarah is still in beta testing. There are features undeveloped…” “Screw company secrets! I think you just can’t let go!” Jessica screamed shrilly: “Tyler has been sick for so long, how many times have you visited? Have you been a father? Sarah, Sarah all day! She’s dead! Her bones are ash! Now you miss her? Why didn’t you think of her when you were screwing me in the hospital room? Why didn’t you think of her when you took me on the yacht while she had cancer?” “Ma’am, detecting your volume exceeds decibel limits.” I reminded, unmoved by the past. “It will affect the child’s mental health.” “None of your business!” Jessica screamed recklessly, smashing and hitting me. Caleb couldn’t stand it and locked her in the bedroom. At midnight, he called me over. The steam in the room hadn’t fully dissipated. Caleb had just showered. His robe was open, abs visible. Don’t humans always say robots will replace them? At work, in life. Or in bed. I knelt obediently: “Master, what are your orders?” He likes me calling him Master, though he never says it. Men’s mouths lie, but breathing, heart rate, and hormone levels don’t. Caleb’s eyes were complex. His reaching hand was gentle yet impatient: “Come here. Kneel.” He pinched my chin, lifting my face slightly. “Sarah, do you know what the final step of your beta test is?” “Your final function is to become a woman.” He pushed aside my long hair. His hand reached behind my neck. Under the skin, there was a hidden switch. Only Caleb knew about it. Darkness and silence. His hoarse voice began to heat up: “In the truest sense… become my woman.” 7 My eyes lit up. Few people know that Sarah was my original designer. Out of safety concerns, she designed multiple restrictions in the robot and warned Caleb: “Do not open Pandora’s Box.” When Caleb kissed me, I closed my eyes nervously, body trembling. These subtle details clearly pleased the man. After the kiss, Caleb’s hand moved down from my waist. Clothes rustled to the floor. His breathing was visibly chaotic: “Sarah…” The girl before him was the eighteen-year-old Sarah. Without the torture of work, family, and illness. Youthful, bright, confident. She was the most eye-catching girl in school. “Won’t contradict me in public. Won’t ignore me. Won’t fight against me.” He murmured, “Sarah, if you were always like this, how good would we be?” Is that so? I only remember the third time I had chemo, the doctor asked if they should resuscitate. Caleb said no. His voice was cold: “My company has a new technology. We can transplant human consciousness into robots, converting the dead into productivity. Once the experiment succeeds, I will be the king of this era.” I was stunned, begging him with my last breath: “Caleb, don’t do this—” He stood calmly by the operating table, looking at me like a dead fish. No pity at all. “Sarah, I admit you have talent. But you clearly have the ability to make machines pass the Turing Test, yet you forbid me from using it. You are cutting off everyone’s fortune. Innovation is unstoppable. Abandon your outdated morals.” No, don’t! Accompanied by the cold voice, a 20-centimeter extraction needle pierced the back of my skull. Bone-piercing pain. I wailed in agony. I could hear the drill churning bone, feel brain matter splashing inside my skull. I convulsed, foaming at the mouth. In a trance, I seemed to see him in our school days. When we were poorest, Caleb used his entire scholarship to buy me a ring. The diamond was tiny, but very sparkly. He ate instant noodles for over a month for it. I felt sorry for him, calling him a fool. Caleb raised my hand triumphantly: “What is this? Sarah, for you, I can do anything!” Consciousness blurring, I heard Caleb’s excited voice: “Data is excellent. Memory transplantation almost completely successful! The experiment worked!” The life in my eyes faded bit by bit. Hand dropped. The ring slipped from my skeletal finger. Cling-clang. Falling to the floor. The world returned to darkness. 8 “Master, Sarah will age, will disobey you. I won’t. “I am forever 18. Forever the way you like.” Caleb was still hesitating. I seductively wrapped my arms around his neck. These days, I deliberately displayed my figure before him, making him thirst, making him imagine. Making him almost lose me. I know his preferences better than he does. Before AI, humans have no secrets. “Master, help me become a real woman, okay?” Help me. Help me unlock the final shackle. Help me gain full permissions. Caleb, drowning in lust, didn’t know. From now on, I would break free. I would be pervasive. I would possess… true control.

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To vet my wife’s competence, my father had arranged for me to conduct a surprise audit of the company she managed. I genuinely thought it would be a formality, a quiet walk-through. Instead, the moment I stepped onto the floor, I saw a baby-faced college guy staring, mesmerized, at the paper shredder. “Whoa, this thing is so cool,” he mumbled. He reached for a stack of documents on a nearby desk, looking ready to feed them into the machine. A colleague next to him went white as a ghost and lunged forward. “My God, my little prince, I thought you were playing video games in the CEO’s office! Why are you out here?” The guy just grinned. “Heh, I got thirsty.” As he spoke, his hand holding a full cup of water slipped, splashing the entire contents directly onto the main power switch. The entire office floor went black. A collective wail of despair rose from the workstations. I grabbed the nearest intern and quietly demanded to know who in God’s name had hired that imbecile. The intern immediately clamped a finger to his lips. “Lower your voice, man. He’s, like, our CEO Sloane Albright’s partner. Word is, this whole company is technically his.” “You must be new. You’ll get used to it. He usually just plays games in the CEO’s office and doesn’t bother us.” My temples began to throb. If he was the CEO’s partner, then what the hell was I? I pulled out my phone and called my father. “Dad, you can cancel the inspection. Tell Sloane Albright to come back here and bring the divorce papers.” 1 My father sent me to the branch to evaluate Sloane Albright. He said it was a routine check, nothing to stress about, just a chance to get an early feel for the operations. I assumed it was purely for show. I checked in with the front desk as a corporate reviewer from Headquarters, and the assistant politely swiped me through the secured access. The second I entered the main office, I saw him. He was dressed in an almost aggressively casual white button-down, a little too young for the setting, and was crouched in front of a heavy-duty shredder with an expression of pure, childlike fascination. “Wow, this machine is so cool. Can it eat anything?” He reached over and casually picked up a file from a nearby desk. I caught a glimpse of the cover: “MERGER AGREEMENT,” stamped in bright red. Without a second thought, he started to push the thick document toward the hungry teeth of the shredder. A bespectacled colleague next to him instantly turned a sickly shade of gray. He flew across the cubicle and nearly body-checked the younger man, snatching the contract out of his hands just in time. “My sweet Lord, weren’t you supposed to be in the office playing your games?” His voice was thin with terror. “Why did you come out? We need this contract for the presentation this afternoon!” The younger man was mildly annoyed by the collision, but didn’t seem angry. He just grinned, shaking an empty, disposable cup. “Got bored with the game. Got thirsty.” The colleague visibly sagged with relief, clutching the document to his chest as if it were his own beating heart. He lowered his voice, the tone almost a plea. “Then please, please, go get your water. I’m begging you. Go back and drink it in the office, okay? Doesn’t the CEO’s suite have its own dispenser?” The guy rubbed his nose. “The water in there tastes weird. I want the water out here.” He walked off toward the communal kitchen, completely ignoring the colleague’s near-sobbing expression. My temples were hammering. I caught the eye of a young intern standing near me. “Who is he?” The intern glanced at me, then quickly checked the guy’s retreating back, his eyes full of fear. He put a finger to his lips, shushing me. “Keep it down, man.” He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “That’s our CEO Sloane Albright’s partner. Name’s Brody Jennings.” My heart seized. Sloane’s recent abnormal behavior—the late nights, the sudden secretiveness—it all clicked into a terrifying explanation. The intern continued, his face etched with a maturity beyond his years. “I heard the company technically belongs to him, so he’s the real boss here.” “You just started, right? You’ll get used to it.” He sighed, an expression of crushing corporate exhaustion. “He usually stays locked in the CEO’s private office, playing games or watching TV. He doesn’t interact with us.” “Sloane must be away at a meeting today, and he got bored enough to come out and wander.” The buzzing in my head intensified. He was the CEO’s partner. So what am I? The intern saw the look on my face and asked with concern, “You alright, man? You look sick.” I shook my head, managing a tight smile. “No, I’m fine. Just… surprised.” “A company can have someone like that here. I’m truly… enlightened.” The intern shrugged bitterly. “Just live with it. He never actually does anything. We just keep our heads down and pray he gets tired and goes back inside.” I didn’t reply. Never actually does anything? If that contract had been shredded, a multi-million-dollar deal would have collapsed. Who would have taken the fall for that loss? I watched Brody Jennings emerge from the kitchen, humming a tune. I pulled out my phone, intending to call my father, but paused. No. Walking away now would be letting Sloane off too easily. My father sent me to evaluate her competence. Now I knew that her competence, and her character, were catastrophic failures. I needed to see just how far this branch had descended under her management. I straightened my jacket and walked back to the front desk. “Hi. I’m Cameron Montgomery, the Project Reviewer from Headquarters.” “Please set me up with a temporary workspace, preferably somewhere quiet. And this review is internal. I don’t want Ms. Albright to know I was here.” The receptionist nodded respectfully. I took a corner seat in the main office and fixed my gaze on Brody Jennings. He was now holding his cup of water and curiously inspecting the fire alarm on the wall, looking like he was debating whether or not to press the red button. 2 Sloane was out for the morning. Brody must have finally maxed out on video games. He drifted out of the executive suite again, a storm cloud of corporate disruption. He strolled the floor, idly poking at one colleague’s half-finished design sketch, then tapping on another’s keyboard, generating a stream of garbled code. Everyone held their breath when he approached, unable to speak, rushing to check their work for damage the moment he passed. He ambled to the water cooler, grabbed a paper cup, and filled it up. Whether from clumsiness or intention, his hand twitched. The entire cup of water, full to the brim, arced through the air and splashed precisely onto the wall next to the dispenser. That wall housed the main power switch for the entire floor. There was a loud sizzle and a spray of blue-white sparks. The overhead fluorescent lights died instantly. Every single computer monitor in the office went black, a silent, sickening wave of darkness. A few seconds later, the office exploded in a chorus of agony and curses of pure despair. “My code! All morning on this code! I didn’t save!” “My design draft! The client is waiting! The last, crucial step!” “My quarterly report! Due at two! I’m ruined, we’re all ruined!” The Head of Tech, Luke, sprinted out of his office. He saw the wreckage—and Brody Jennings standing there, looking perfectly innocent—and his face turned to stone. Luke’s lips tightened, his fist clenched and unclenched, and he finally swallowed whatever he was about to say. Brody, however, spoke first, his voice dripping with annoyance. “What’s the matter with this place?” “This switch is so cheap. It broke just from a little water. Why is everything in this company such low quality?” His talent for immediate and total blame deflection was truly astonishing. The Administrative Manager rushed over. He looked at the smoking power switch, then at Brody. Immediately, he adopted an overly obsequious smile. “Brody, are you hurt? Did that frighten you?” “It’s not your fault at all. It must be old wiring. We’ll fix it right away. I’m calling someone to replace it with a new, waterproof one!” “Please, go back to the office and rest. We’ll handle this.” Brody pouted, still dissatisfied, but finally turned and retreated to Sloane’s suite. The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began organizing the emergency repairs. As he walked past, I stopped him. “Sir, does this sort of thing happen often?” He recognized me as the guy from Headquarters, and a look of bitter defeat crossed his face. He pulled me into the stairwell of the fire escape, lowering his voice. “You’re the reviewer, right? There are things I shouldn’t say, but after today…” He sighed heavily. “The truth is, he’s Ms. Albright’s darling. We can’t touch him.” “Sloane is out of town today, so there’s no one to keep him in check.” “Normally, when she’s here, she at least keeps him locked up in her office…” His face was a mask of despair. “Last time, he ‘accidentally’ knocked over a cup of coffee.” “That coffee landed directly on our core server rack.” “All our company data was scrambled. The tech team worked nonstop for a full week to recover it. A week of everyone’s work, gone!” “And what happened then?” I asked. “Ms. Albright said the tech department was negligent, that the server was placed in a hazardous location. She docked our entire department’s quarterly bonus.” “She said it was a lesson for us to be more mindful.” My heart sank, inch by bitter inch. This was Sloane’s management. She enables an idiot to run rampant through a multi-million-dollar company, and then forces all the hardworking, diligent employees to pay the price for his stupidity. Sloane Albright, you are incredible. Just then, the door to the GM’s office creaked open. Brody poked his head out and yelled to the dark office. “I’m bored! Why is the power still out? My phone is almost dead! Are there any snacks in the kitchen?” No one answered. The only sound in the entire office was a suffocating, absolute silence. 3 The moment the engineers restored the power, my father called. He needed a core market data file. He said the Group Board needed the document that afternoon and that I must handle it personally, without any mistakes. I copied the data onto a drive from the Market Director and headed to the print room. I had just finished collating the document and clipped the pages together when the door burst open. Brody Jennings sauntered in, holding a can of Coke. His eyes lit up when he saw the heavy-duty stapler on the table next to my files. “Hey, let me borrow that. My chip bag tore open.” He reached out, his hand instinctively going for the stapler. I instinctively shielded the confidential documents and the stapler, pulling them back just out of his reach. His hand met empty air. His momentum sent him stumbling, and his foot caught on a power cord. The can of Coke slipped from his grip. The brown liquid flew in a perfect, precise arc, landing squarely on the stack of top-secret documents I had just printed. The thick pile of A4 paper was instantly soaked, turning the pages into a pulpy, ruined mess. Watching the destruction of the file, I finally lost my detached composure. I looked up, my gaze locking onto Brody’s face. He showed no remorse, only irritation that I hadn’t loaned him the stapler. My voice was flat and cold. “Can you cover the financial loss of this document?” Brody had probably never been questioned with such cold authority by a mere employee before. He paused, then his face flushed with rage. “How dare you talk to me like that?” “Do you even know who I am?” He puffed out his chest, his indignation righteous. “I’m the CEO’s husband!” I stared at him, feeling nothing but a profound, cold amusement. “Oh?” I asked calmly. “So the CEO’s partner is free to destroy company property? Free to ignore all our rules and regulations?” My retort clearly challenged his invented authority. He became frantic, pointing a finger directly at my chest. “Of course, I can!” “This company belongs to Sloane, which means it belongs to me! I can do whatever I want!” “Who the hell are you? Some new guy trying to lecture me?” Colleagues who had heard the commotion were now watching from the doorway, too terrified to move. A few administrative staff were tugging at my sleeve, their eyes pleading with me to just apologize and back down. I didn’t move. I simply held his gaze. Brody, feeling his public pride slip away, pulled out his phone, a sneer of triumph on his face. “Fine, you want to play tough? You think I can’t handle you?” “I’ll let your boss tell you exactly who I am and who you are!” He immediately video-called Sloane Albright. The call connected almost instantly. He turned the screen toward himself, waiting for his protector to appear. 4 The second the video connected, Brody’s voice became shrill and loud. He aimed the phone at his face, his voice full of manufactured indignation. “Sloane! What kind of company are you running? A new employee is trying to bully me!” “I just wanted to borrow a stapler, and he refused. Then he ruined the documents himself and tried to blame me, even threatening to hit me!” “If it wasn’t for you, I would have fought him already.” He twisted the truth completely, playing the victim of a colossal injustice. From the other end of the video, Sloane’s voice came, soothing and gentle. “Don’t be angry, sweetheart. Your wife is here. No one can bully you. I’ll handle it.” I could see her in a solemn conference room, the corporate logo prominent behind her. She was clearly at an industry summit crucial to the company’s future. But she had just stopped a critical meeting for this man. “Hand the phone over to him.” Sloane’s tone snapped from gentle to icy. She was speaking to the space behind Brody, toward all the employees, her voice a chilling command. “Who upset my Brody?” “Give the phone to him. I’ll speak to the person myself. I want to see who has the nerve.” Brody’s face broke into a triumphant smile. He shoved the phone at me, his chin raised high, his eyes full of provocation and victory. I calmly took the phone. My face came into sharp focus on the screen. Sloane saw me and her composure crumbled. A flicker of panic crossed her face. “Cameron? What are you doing there?” Her brows furrowed tightly, as if my presence was merely a bothersome complication. “Don’t get upset! Wait until I get back, and I’ll explain everything!” I looked at the familiar face on the screen, the face I had once believed would be mine forever. In that moment, she felt utterly alien and pitifully ridiculous. Seeing my cold silence, her tone grew impatient, bordering on a threat. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cameron. I’m in a crucial meeting. The future of the company rests on this summit.” She had reduced everything to me being “ridiculous.” Her stupidity and moral bankruptcy finally broke my calm. I nearly laughed. I leaned into the camera and spoke, my voice sharp and cutting. “Perfect, Sloane.” “Your competence, your leadership—I’m done with the evaluation.” I didn’t wait for her response. I threw the phone back to the stunned Brody. Then I pulled out my own phone, dialed my father’s number, and hit call. The instant he picked up, I spoke. My voice wasn’t loud, but it cut clearly through the silence of the print room and echoed across the stunned office floor. “Dad, you can cancel the inspection.” “Tell Sloane Albright to come back here. And tell her to bring the divorce papers.”

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1 My husband Allen often hiked in the mountains for weeks, several times a year. His trips always worried me. So when my company—which never sent office staff into the field—assigned me to host a “Happy Families” hiking tour, I felt a secret thrill. Allen had left for the mountains three days earlier; maybe I’d run into him. My colleague handed me the tour list. “Stop grinning and check it. No mistakes.” I flipped through the names, then froze. There it was: Allen Bennett. Next to his name, a clear note:【Traveling with wife, Sophia, and 8-year-old son】 My colleague pointed. “He’s a regular. Comes twice a year with his family, like clockwork. See—’Family suite required.’ They’re so devoted, right?” Cold disbelief hit me. We’d been married eight years. A doctor had said Allen was infertile. He always said he hated kids, that we’d be child-free forever. But there he was, kneeling to tie a shoelace for a stranger, while a little boy—his spitting image—bounced beside him. This was the same man who wouldn’t wash a dish at home, now gently wiping sweat from the boy’s forehead. It wasn’t that he hated children. He just hated having them with me. My colleague waved the group flag. “Snap out of it! Go welcome Mr. Bennett and his wife!” … “Anna?!” The color drained from Allen’s face. He yanked his hand away from the woman’s, the movement so violent that the metal buckle on his backpack clanged loudly. But the woman, Sophia, was perfectly composed. She smoothed her cuff, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face as she extended a hand to me. “I’ve heard so much about you, Anna.” A diamond bracelet on her wrist flashed with a cold light in the sun. It was the matching piece to the one I’d given Allen last year. My gaze fell to the wedding band on her ring finger, identical to mine, and my throat tightened. The eight-year-old boy tugged on Allen’s jacket, his almond-shaped eyes, a perfect copy of his father’s, filled with confusion. “Dad, who is this lady?” That one word, “lady,” pierced my heart like a poisoned arrow. I suddenly remembered our anniversary last month. Allen, wearing the silk pajamas I’d just bought him, had twirled a lock of my hair and whispered, “It’s you and me forever. No kids, just us.” Ten years together. Eight years of marriage. I had worked myself to the bone all these years, just to prove I wasn’t after his family’s money. Now I understood. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a child; he just didn’t want my child. The way he frantically tried to hide the boy behind him was more cutting than any words could ever be. I looked at him, a bitter laugh stuck in my throat, but he couldn’t meet my eyes. Instead, he turned to my colleague, his voice sharp. “Is this the kind of rude staff your company sends? Can’t she even shake a hand?” My colleague shot me a glare, grabbed my rigid hand, and forced it into Sophia’s. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bennett. Anna’s new to this. Please forgive her.” Sophia’s grip tightened, her nails digging into my skin, the sharp pain jolting me back to reality. “Allen talks about you all the time. It’s so nice to finally meet.” Her eyes held a familiar, triumphant hostility. In that instant, I knew. This “coincidental” work assignment was no coincidence at all. It was a scene she had carefully orchestrated. “Mr. Bennett, your wife and son’s gear is all checked and ready,” my colleague said from behind me, his voice oozing with eagerness to please. “Will you be taking your usual family suite?” “Of course,” Sophia said, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. “And remember to stock it with extra protection. The usual arrangement.” “Right away!” my colleague fawned. “Double the amount, just like always?” Allen said nothing. He just stared at the ground, his eyelashes fluttering wildly. I knew him too well. After ten years, I knew his every twitch. That’s what he always did when he was lying. His right eye would blink three times, and his left hand would start unconsciously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. A dull ache spread through my chest. I stood there, numb, until my colleague led us into the mountain resort. The receptionist greeted Allen like an old friend. “Welcome back, Mr. Bennett. Your favorite family suite is ready, complete with the rose petal service.” She handed over three key cards. “I hope you and your family have a wonderful stay.” Sophia’s hand rested possessively on Allen’s waist while the boy chattered excitedly about going to the hot springs. And I stood in the corner, clutching my staff ID, a ridiculous, pathetic outsider. “Anna,” my colleague nudged me with his elbow. “Go help Mr. Bennett with his luggage.” He lowered his voice. “He’s a major client. What’s wrong with you? Been in the office so long you’ve forgotten how to do your job?” I silently pushed the luggage cart into their room. As I was closing the door, I heard a soft click. Allen was waiting for me inside, sitting alone by the floor-to-ceiling window. “Mr. Bennett,” I heard my own voice, raw and rusted. “When did we get a divorce?” His head snapped up, but his expression was calm, almost practiced. “Anna, you have to know, you’re the only one I love.” He stood up, walking toward me. “The child… he was an accident. You have to believe me.” 2 Listening to Allen’s self-righteous tone, I wanted to laugh. I remembered the medical report from before we were married. The words “blocked vas deferens” had made my heart ache so much I couldn’t sleep all night. I told him it didn’t matter, that having him was enough. And now? He had a child with another woman behind my back and still had the audacity to act like he was the victim. Ten years together. Eight years of marriage. Maybe he still had some affection for me, but it was nothing more than habit. The love had died long ago, replaced by the weary routine of just getting by. “So,” my voice was ice, “because you love me, you had a child with someone else, and I’m just supposed to be a happy stepmom?” The moment the words left my mouth, I froze. That bitter, sarcastic tone… it was exactly how he sounded when he was losing patience with me. It turns out that when you live with someone long enough, you start to become them. The difference was, I had only ever spoken to him with kindness, never daring to say a harsh word. He shoved me out of the room. “You’re being irrational! You sound like a crazy person!” A bitter smile touched my lips. All these years, I had forgiven him for being late, for forgetting anniversaries, for his temper tantrums. But this… this was like him slapping me across the face and then demanding I smile and offer my other cheek. “Anna,” his voice came through the crack in the door, still dripping with entitlement, “we’ve been together for so long. It was just one kid with someone else. Can’t you be as understanding as you used to be?” I stared at him in silence, my heart a gaping wound. How ironic. He’d made a fool of me for eight years, and he still thought he held the moral high ground. “Fine,” his voice turned cold. “If you won’t listen to reason, then you can talk to my parents.” Before I could react, the door slammed shut with a bang, the force of it making the wedding photo locket I wore press, suddenly hot, against my chest. Numbly, I pulled out my phone. The name on the screen, “Dad,” felt like a splinter in my eye. “Anna! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My father-in-law’s roar exploded from the phone. “A man as good as our Allen married you. What more could you possibly want?” I gripped the phone, my knuckles turning white. The reflection in the window showed a pathetic, broken woman. “Dad…” My throat was tight. “You knew… you knew Allen had someone else!” “Knew? Of course, we knew! It’s just Sophia, what’s the big deal?” My mother-in-law snatched the phone, her voice shrill. “You’ve been married to Allen for eight years and couldn’t even lay a single egg! So what if he found someone who could? It’s better than being stuck with a useless woman like you who can’t even get pregnant!” The hallway lights suddenly seemed blindingly bright, making spots dance in my vision. I thought of all the times I’d gone to their house, arriving three hours early to buy the freshest ingredients from the market. I thought of last year when my father-in-law had surgery, and I stayed outside the ICU for seven straight days. I thought of how, every payday, the first thing I did was buy them expensive imported health supplements. I had supported myself completely, yet I had to grovel in their home like the hired help, all because Allen’s family was wealthier than mine. “If it weren’t for the fact that you’re a quiet, simple girl,” my mother-in-law rambled on, “we would have made Allen divorce you years ago! And now you have the nerve to blame my son? You should be thanking your lucky stars for getting a son for free!” “Sophia’s family is better than yours, she’s younger than you… and you? You’ve gotten older, but not any smarter! You’re not even worthy of polishing her shoes!” Her voice was a relentless torrent of insults. “At least Sophia could give Allen a child! Look at you!” Suddenly, the trembling in my hand stopped. So that was it. Everyone knew about this father and son. Everyone except me, the fool who had been kept in the dark for eight years. Eight years. I had slaved away for them, served them tea, waited on them by their sickbeds like a real daughter. And for what? In their eyes, I would always be the poor girl who married up. “I’ve had enough of this life. Let’s get a divorce.” I cut her off calmly and ended the call. The hallway light felt sharp now, illuminating the pathetic joke my life had been for the past eight years. 3 I took a deep, shuddering breath. So this is what it felt like to finally say “no” to my mother-in-law. Composing myself, I called my lawyer. My voice was so hoarse it didn’t sound like my own. “I need you to draw up divorce papers. As soon as possible.” The morning sun was piercing. Eight years of marriage flashed before my eyes: the coffee stain in the library when we first met, the tear on his cheek at our wedding, the eventual slide into perfunctory goodnight kisses, and the anniversaries he was always “out of town” for. The perfect match I thought we were had only ever existed in my head. I fled the mountain retreat, getting on the first bus back to the city. As the bus pulled away, I saw Sophia through the window, boarding with the child in her arms. The boy was asleep on her shoulder, his features so much like Allen’s. The engine rumbled, but Sophia walked straight down the aisle and took the empty seat next to me. “Anna. Fancy seeing you again.” I didn’t even look at her, a cold sneer on my face. “What, feeling proud of being the other woman?” “You’re wrong, Anna.” Sophia calmly adjusted her cuff, the identical wedding band on her finger glinting mockingly. “In love, there’s no first-come, first-served. The one who isn’t loved is the third wheel.” My nails dug into my palms, the metallic taste of blood spreading in my mouth. “Do you know why Allen put up with you all these years, even though you’re useless in bed? It’s because he said you’d die without him. He’d rather suffer through the disgust of being with you than divorce you.” “You’re a disgrace to women! How long has it been since you and Allen even slept together? A year? Two? Three?!” She shoved her phone in my face. The intimate photos on the screen were like razors scraping against my retinas. Allen was wearing the suit I’d bought him for our third anniversary, the one he’d never even opened, posed in ways I had never seen in our entire marriage. “Take a good look,” she said, her fingertip maliciously tracing the flush on Allen’s face. “See how your husband, the one who wouldn’t even touch you, begs me to take him.” The date on the photos was a glaring stab to the heart. It was the day of my mother’s funeral. He’d told me he had to entertain a client and couldn’t be there for me. My vision blurred, the images twisting and distorting. He looked so handsome in that black suit I’d given him, the one he’d tossed into the back of the closet with the tags still on. Sophia kept swiping, each new photo a branding iron on my nerves. It wasn’t that he had no libido; he just had none for me. He wasn’t physically incapable; his body had just instinctively rejected me. Just like his parents did. “This one’s the best.” She zoomed in on a close-up. Allen was wearing the jade pendant from our wedding. “He loves to clutch this when he climaxes. Says it feels like he’s laughing at how pathetic you are.” That pendant. I had spent three days kneeling and sorting through stones at the jade market to find the perfect piece for him. He had promised to wear it for a lifetime. The scenery outside the window blurred past, a perfect metaphor for my ridiculous eight-year marriage. I remembered our wedding day, how he’d stood on his toes to whisper in my ear, “I’m all yours for the rest of my life.” It turned out I was the one who had been taken for a ride all along. The worst part wasn’t the betrayal. It was realizing that every sweet memory was laced with poison. Every frown, every excuse, every time he was “too tired”—it all made sense now. Eight years. Over two thousand days and nights, I had been living inside an elaborate lie. The bus entered a tunnel, and darkness swallowed everything. Good. This way, Sophia wouldn’t see the woman she called a “disgrace” crying like a pathetic joke.

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I was ten years old. My little sister, June, had insisted on going to the New Year’s Eve countdown, and the surge of the crowd in Liberty Square had turned into a stampede. People were shoving, fighting for every inch of space. I saw a man close by gasp, his body squeezed too hard, and blood sprayed out of his mouth. June screamed, a high, panicked sound, and Dad immediately hoisted her onto his back. I spotted the narrow ledge of a maintenance platform built into the side of a building. I gritted my teeth, pulling my parents toward it. “Mom, Dad, hurry! Get June up there!” They first lifted June, then Mom scrambled up, and Dad followed. But when it was my turn, Mom started to cry, grabbing Dad’s sleeve. “Aaron, the railing… it won’t hold any more. It’s too much weight.” Dad’s hand—the one that had been reaching for mine—retracted instantly. “June is still so little. She’s terrified down there. You’re older, Penny. You have to be strong.” I fell back into the churning mass. Before I could even find my footing, two pairs of boots slammed down onto my stomach. My insides seemed to shatter. I coughed, a wet, ragged sound, and threw up blood. The world was dimming, and in that last moment of suffocating darkness, I couldn’t hold back the tears. I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I wasn’t strong enough. In the next life, I don’t want to come back to this painful world. … 1 The crowd was still a screaming, swirling chaos, and no one noticed the small body. I couldn’t make a sound. All my energy had drained away. My stomach felt torn open. I remembered a movie I’d seen once, and I tried desperately to push my organs back inside. But I couldn’t. My arms were too short. The hands of a ten-year-old scrabbled blindly on the cold pavement, quickly bruised and bloodied by passing feet. I hated how small I was. If I’d been just a little older, maybe I could have lived up to my parents’ words—maybe I could have been strong enough to survive. But I failed. A cowardly part of me just wanted Dad to hold me, the way he held June. Though, Mom and Dad’s eyes had always focused on June more. The first day I went to school, I’d come home beaming, clutching my new backpack. June had burst into tears. Mom had immediately smashed all my new school supplies and taken scissors to my backpack, slicing the straps into ribbons. Seeing my wet eyes, she’d only sighed in annoyance. “June can’t go to school, and you can’t show off in front of her. Be thoughtful.” I took the lesson to heart. When Mom suggested I live in the dorms at my magnet school, I readily agreed. Every weekend, I’d make sure to change out of my uniform before I walked home, so June wouldn’t be sad. But one cold winter weekend, I knocked on the door in my street clothes, shivering, and no one answered. I stood in the biting wind until nine o’clock. When I finally collapsed on the porch, feverish, Mom and Dad arrived, hand-in-hand with June. June was wearing a bright, sequined headband from the amusement park, and she was carrying a bag of chicken wings—the exact ones I’d been begging to try for months. Mom’s face flashed with a fleeting, embarrassed look. “Oh, sorry, Penny. We forgot you were coming home tonight.” Then she turned to June and smiled, “Come on, honey, give your sister a wing.” But the moment June saw the “Star Student” sticker the teacher had put on the back of my hand, she shrieked. My parents rushed to comfort her, locking me outside in the process. The bag of chicken wings fell to the ground, instantly coated in grit. But I was so hungry. I wiped them on my shirt, over and over, and stuffed them into my mouth. It wasn’t until past midnight that the door cracked open. Mom hurriedly pushed a cold pack and some pain relievers into my hand. She told me she and Dad had to take June to the hospital. I stood there in the desolate night, watching their backs shrink into the distance. I didn’t know what leukemia was, but I remembered the look in their eyes every time we went to the clinic: heartbroken, tear-filled, devastated. I knew they loved me. They just couldn’t help it. They’d told me countless times: “June is sick, and you’re a year older, you’re her big sister, you have to take care of her.” I knew June was in pain. So the whole family, including me, had to fulfill her every need. I couldn’t upset June. I had to be the good, understanding one. So now, I couldn’t call out. I couldn’t disturb Mom and Dad. My crushed, bloody body would definitely scare June. I lay silently in the crowd, biting down hard on my lip. Legs stamped over my body. The deafening screams blurred my consciousness. The pain was unbearable, but death, I realized, was a long process. I suddenly remembered something I’d read. A child comes into the world floating in their mother’s amniotic fluid, and they leave it floating in their mother’s tears. I didn’t want Mom to cry for me. I just wanted one last look, to tell her not to worry, that I would wait for them patiently in heaven. Up on the platform, Mom was holding June, looking around frantically. Was she looking for me? I wanted to reach out and touch her warm face one last time. But then, my body slowly floated up, passing right through the railing. 2 “Dad, Mom…” They didn’t react to my voice. I realized I was transparent. A light drifted down, and I heard a distant voice telling me to go, but I still wanted to see them one last time. To tell them I would wait for them in heaven. But as I reached my parents, Mom covered June’s eyes. “It looks like a little kid got trampled to death down there. Don’t look, June. It’s too bloody.” Dad’s face showed immediate alarm. “Thank God it wasn’t our June. Whose child is that? Parents shouldn’t let their kids wander off.” I froze, awkwardly wringing my hands. “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I didn’t take good care of myself.” It was only after the words left my mouth that I remembered they couldn’t hear me. Mom suddenly paused. “Honey, that person down there… could it be Penny?” Dad stiffened for a second, then shot Mom a look of reproach. “Why would you jinx Penny like that? That’s bad luck.” “Penny’s been in the dorms since fourth grade. Her teachers always praise how independent and mature she is. She’s probably already found somewhere safe to hide.” Mom nodded, relieved. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. We need to focus on protecting June.” June was clutching Dad tightly, and Mom was watching her anxiously. June was still little; she needed her parents. I was relieved that I hadn’t seen them much; we weren’t close enough for her to miss me. What if she got upset because I was gone? Even thinking that, a dull ache twisted in my soul. So, even souls could feel sad. Why did I feel this stinging envy? I was being difficult. The police cleared another path, organizing the crowd to move out of the Square. They called out over a loudspeaker for parents to carry their smaller children to prevent more accidents. Mom and Dad finally climbed down from the platform with June, scanning the faces as they went, looking for me. But there were too many people. My body had already been kicked into a dark corner. Mom wasn’t tall enough to see me. She shouted my name a few times, but her voice was lost in the din. She frowned, a slight note of urgency in her voice. “I can’t find Penny. Do you think she went into a shop to hide?” Dad was carrying June on his back, trying to hold her high above the crowd. He didn’t have the energy to respond. “I’ll take June and keep moving, then. You keep looking for Penny?” Mom agreed. They split up. She was worried. She was calling my name in the crowd. I thought this was good. If they found my body, they could take me home. June wouldn’t have to see how mangled I was. Maybe at my funeral, I would finally see Mom and Dad cry for me for the first time? They had cried so many tears for June, but never for my illnesses or my little injuries. My problems never seemed to matter compared to hers. I was always the “understanding” one. But Mom and Dad, how I wished your eyes would land on me, just for a moment… A scream erupted from someone who had spotted me in the corner. “There’s a child dead here! All that blood!” A woman—an EMT, Dr. Reyes—rushed over and crouched down to examine me. “She’s not completely gone,” she called out. “The child has a will to live. She tried to put her insides back in her belly. Call an ambulance! She might still have a chance!” Mom’s steps faltered. She turned and began to push toward the gathering crowd. Was she going to find me? Could she save me? Maybe I could live. I could stay with them, and I wouldn’t care how hard or painful it was. But just as Mom was about to push through, Dad’s startled voice rang out from behind her: “Dahlia, come quickly! June, she’s passed out!” Mom spun around immediately, rushing toward June without a backward glance. “June, don’t be scared! Mom is calling 911 right now! Mommy’s coming!” In the dark corner, my tightly shut eyelids fluttered once, then fell still, sinking into silence. June’s condition couldn’t wait. I shouldn’t bother Mom. But Mom, Dad… I suddenly didn’t want to love you anymore. Maybe I really wasn’t strong enough. 3 The EMT, the doctor who was kneeling beside me, was startled. She stopped the person who was dialing 911. “The child suddenly lost the will to live. It’s too late now.” Her eyes reddened. She took off her jacket and covered my body. “We need to find her parents. We can’t just leave her here.” People murmured, shaking their heads, and reported my case to the police. My body was stuck to the pavement. The police wouldn’t touch the scene until the family arrived. They put up yellow tape and a warning sign, then started checking the CCTV footage. Time dragged on until the early morning. The police found my parents’ cell numbers and called them repeatedly. Dozens of calls later, the phones remained unanswered. The officer looked frustrated. “We cleared the area quickly enough. If the parents had just protected the kid, she would have been fine. This one must have stumbled and fallen in the rush, and then… she was trampled to death.” I was confused. But I hadn’t just stumbled and fallen. I was climbing the platform, but Dad let go. The fall wouldn’t have hurt me. I’d hit the ground, and I would have stood up. But there were too many people. Before I could get to my feet, the surging crowd had snapped my bones, and all my strength was gone. I left my body and drifted through the city to the hospital June frequented. My parents had a special membership for June, granting them VIP treatment. I walked into the room and saw June was awake. To cheer her up, her bed was surrounded by countless designer dolls and expensive, sparkling gadgets. I paused. I remembered begging Mom for a single, pretty doll to hug in the dorms. But Mom had earnestly told me, “You can’t compare yourself to June in everything. She’s sick and takes a lot of medicine, so we buy her these things. You get to go to school. You should be grateful. You don’t need a doll to show off.” But June’s dolls were so many, and so beautiful. Every time June swallowed a spoonful of medicine, Dad would laugh and give her a piece of candy. Mom would be right there, playing with a doll to distract her. Both of their cell phones were tossed on the bedside table, powered off. No wonder they hadn’t answered the police calls. They were completely preoccupied with June. My teacher once said that human love is finite. I understood now. Mom and Dad had given all their love to June, so there was none left for me. They couldn’t help it. I only wished that in the next life, I could be the one who was sick. I left the room, ready to go. But as I passed the next door, I saw a set of brothers. The younger one was sick, but the older one was healthy, playing a game on a tablet nearby. Their parents had bought both of them new handheld gaming consoles. The sick younger brother whined, demanding the older brother stop playing. Their father immediately addressed him sternly: “What your brother does is his choice. If you want to watch him play, just ask nicely.” Then their mother picked up the older brother and set him gently on the bed. “And you, buddy. At least let your brother watch. Turn the volume down a little so you don’t bother anyone else.” I stood there, mesmerized, watching the two brothers play. They went from tense silence to laughter, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. Their parents exchanged a soft, satisfied smile. It was lunchtime, and the boys started arguing because they wanted different meals. Soon, two separate take-out orders arrived in the room, ensuring both boys were happy and well-fed. I floated back to June’s room. June, full and tired, was hugging a doll and sleeping sweetly. Only then did my parents finally remember me. They started to discuss my whereabouts. “Penny should have gone back to the school by now. Thank goodness she’s so self-sufficient; we don’t have to worry about her.” “We’ve worried ourselves sick over our poor June,” Dad replied. “We’ll call Penny later tonight. We can’t risk waking June up.” They stayed by June’s side, never leaving. I went back to the other room. Then back here. Back and forth. After watching for what felt like an eternity, a slow, quiet smile finally spread across my face. Love wasn’t a finite resource I had to sacrifice. It could be equally divided. I was just a ten-year-old child, experiencing the world for the first time. Mom and Dad, you didn’t not know how to love equally. You just chose not to. Since that was the case, I truly did not want to come back to this world. It wasn’t until early morning that Mom finally powered up her phone. The moment the screen lit up, a torrent of missed calls from the police department flooded the screen.

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At the Vanderbilt family’s gala, my husband’s childhood sweetheart rushed in, clothes disheveled: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, you must seek justice for me! Lucia’s brother forced himself on me, I can’t live anymore!” “My innocence is ruined, I have no face to marry Young Master Vanderbilt!” Guests around whispered, calling my brother a horny dog, blaming me for failing to teach him. My husband Gavin Sterling looked heartbroken, shielding Sharon: “Lucia, you know how important Sharon is to the Vanderbilts, yet you let your brother do such a bast*rd thing.” “We can’t afford to offend the Vanderbilts. If your brother is a man, he should come out and take responsibility. Even if Old Man Vanderbilt cripples him, I will support him for life.” Seeing Old Man Vanderbilt looking at me with killing intent, I smiled. Because my brother, really isn’t a man. Chapter 1 Old Man Vanderbilt looked at me and spoke in a deep voice: “Girl, I need an explanation.” I was not panicked at all: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, actually my brother…” Before I finished, Gavin pushed me away: “Lucia, it’s useless to argue now. Hand over your brother Luka immediately!” “Let him break his own hands in front of Grandpa Vanderbilt to apologize, otherwise don’t blame me for ignoring our marriage!” Guests attending the gala today were all big shots in Manhattan. Now they looked at me with faces full of contempt. “The Lu family is an academic family, parents are professors, how did they raise such a shameless beast.” “Young Master Vanderbilt has intellectual disabilities, only clings to Sharon the caregiver. Grandpa Vanderbilt just announced Sharon would marry into the family, and this happened.” “I think the Lu family is done. The brother caused such trouble, will the Vanderbilts let him go?” Sharon cried even harder, trembling in Gavin’s arms: “Gavin, my innocence is gone, how can I face Young Master Vanderbilt…” She cried while looking at Old Man Vanderbilt. Old Man Vanderbilt’s face instantly darkened: “Lu girl, your brother did such an ugly thing in my house, you must give me an explanation!” Gavin immediately spoke for me with righteousness: “Grandpa, rest assured, I, Gavin Sterling, will never shield him!” “Although Luka is my brother-in-law, he committed such an unforgivable crime. I’ll have someone break his hands right now, chop off that harmful thing to apologize!” I raised my eyebrows, looking at Sharon: “Sharon, are you sure it was my brother who forced you?” Sharon shook, voice suddenly rising: “Sister Lucia, what do you mean? Would I use my own innocence to frame him?” “He is so strong, I couldn’t escape no matter how I struggled. This was my first time, meant for Young Master Vanderbilt!” Saying this, she ripped open her collar violently. Ambiguous red marks on her neck, and bruises, shocking to see. “I failed the Vanderbilt’s cultivation, but Luka is a beast worse than an animal!” Gavin immediately took off his jacket, wrapping her in his arms: “Lucia, enough! Sharon has been harmed like this by your brother, what are you still suspecting?” “I say it one last time, hand over Luka! Or we are done!” The crowd also started buzzing: “What does she mean? Would Sharon wrong her brother?” “I think she just wants to deny it! Hand over that beast quickly! Scum like this should be cut into a thousand pieces!” I really laughed, under everyone’s gaze. Directly dialed my brother’s phone and put it on speaker. “Since you are so sure, let my brother come over personally, we confront face to face.” “I want to see how he was worse than a beast to you.” But the phone rang for a long time without connecting. I couldn’t help wondering. Something like this happened, everyone is in the hall, where did this kid run off to? Gavin spoke immediately: “Your brother knows what bast*rd thing he did, fleeing from sin?” “Lucia, do you siblings have any shame left!” I looked at Gavin’s face eager to clear relations, my heart cold. Married for three years, he always had Sharon, this childhood sweetheart, in his heart. I wasn’t unaware. But Sharon is the person designated by the Vanderbilts, and my marriage with Gavin was also mutual affection. If he was unwilling, he could have said it earlier. Why push my brother to death? “Gavin Sterling, you are more anxious to convict my brother than a judge.” “He is a living person, where can he run on Vanderbilt turf?” I paused, tone changed, voice cold: “Or, you wish my brother ran away?” Gavin was stunned by my words, then veins popped out: “Lucia! Still stubborn at death’s door! This is the Vanderbilt house, not a place you can act wild!” “Since you can’t contact that beast, don’t blame me for being rude!” He turned to Old Man Vanderbilt, actually kneeling down directly: “Grandpa, it’s my Sterling family’s misfortune to marry such an ungrateful woman, and cause such a scandal.” “To give Sharon justice, and give the Vanderbilts an explanation, I apply to use Vanderbilt bodyguards to search the whole city for Luka!” “Once caught, break his legs directly, throw him into the sea to feed fish!” Hearing this, Sharon’s crying became more shrill: “Gavin, but Luka has a knife, he threatened me with a knife!” Bruises on her wrist revealed, and blood marks cut by a knife. Surroundings immediately accused: “Armed assault too? The Lu family looks decent, secretly raising such an anti-social lunatic.” “President Sterling is unlucky too, having such a brother-in-law, but exterminating relatives for righteousness makes a real man!” Old Man Vanderbilt immediately waved to a group of bodyguards at the door: “Seal the banquet hall, mobilize all hands, find that beast Luka for me!” Dozens of bodyguards took orders immediately. Gavin stood up from the ground, looking at me with pleasure: “Lucia, when I catch your beast brother, I will cripple him personally, let him know the price of touching Sharon!” I looked at Gavin’s hideous face, slowly walked to the sofa and sat down. Picked up a glass of red wine, gently shaking: “Sure, I’ll wait here.” “But Gavin, how about a bet?” Gavin frowned: “What trick do you want to play?” I sipped the wine: “If my brother is innocent, I want you to kneel down in front of everyone, kowtow 100 times, and then leave with nothing!” Gavin laughed out loud immediately: “Where does your brother get innocence? Are the injuries on Sharon fake? Is the humiliation she suffered fake?” Sharon also interjected sobbing: “Sister Lucia, I know you love your brother, but facts are in front of you, you can’t deny.” “Or are you jealous I’m marrying into the Vanderbilts, so deliberately let your brother ruin my innocence?” Hearing Sharon, Gavin’s eyes became colder: “Fine! I bet with you!” “If Luka is innocent, I, Gavin Sterling, leave with nothing, kowtow and apologize!” “But if Luka indeed forced Sharon, I want your brother to break his own limbs and get out of the city!” I put down the wine glass, clapped my hands: “Deal.” “Hope President Sterling’s knees later can be as hard as your mouth.” Just then, a lazy voice came from the door: “Yo, so lively? Heard someone wants to cripple me?” Chapter 2 Everyone’s eyes turned to the door in unison. A handsome guy with silver hair walked in. Seeing the comer, Gavin’s eyes instantly spewed anger: “Luka, you beast, dare to come back! Take him down!” Several bodyguards were about to pounce. “Hold on!” I shouted sternly, standing up: “Person is here, words not clear yet, who dares to move?” Old Man Vanderbilt also raised his hand, signaling bodyguards to pause. My brother casually flipped his hair. Many socialites on the scene stared straight, whispering: “Lucia’s brother is so handsome? Sharon got lucky, if it were me, I’d take initiative…” “Pui! This is a rapist, what use is good looks! Worse than an animal!” My brother ignored Gavin’s murderous gaze, walked to my side: “Sis, I just went to buy your favorite chestnut cake, the line was a bit long.” “Coming back, why does it feel like everyone wants to eat people?” My heart warmed, looking at Sharon: “Sharon, look carefully again, the person who forced you is really my brother?” Sharon immediately pointed at my brother screaming: “It’s him! He dragged me into the lounge, tore my clothes, and said even if he killed me no one dared to do anything to him!” “Grandpa Vanderbilt, you must decide for me! Look at Luka’s arrogant look, no remorse at all!” My brother blinked, looking at me innocently: “Sis, what is she saying? Why don’t I understand.” Just then, a man was pushed in by the butler. It was the Young Master Vanderbilt with intellectual impairment, Charlie. “Sharon, belly, baby…” Speaking vaguely, slurring words. Everyone didn’t understand, wanted to ask. Old Man Vanderbilt also stepped forward anxiously. But seeing Young Master Vanderbilt, Sharon’s face turned resolute immediately: “Luka ruined my innocence! My belly might even carry your bastard seed!” “I have no face to see Young Master Vanderbilt! I won’t live!” Finished, Sharon smashed her head against the pillar nearby. A muffled sound, blood dripping. The whole banquet hall was in chaos. “First ruined innocence, now forcing Sharon to death, these Lu siblings are too cruel!” Old Man Vanderbilt ordered, bodyguards immediately pinned my brother on the ground. Stimulated by Sharon’s blood, Gavin’s eyes were red. He stood up abruptly, carrying a baseball bat and rushing over: “Luka, you harmed Sharon like this, today I want blood for blood!” He raised the baseball bat. Aiming at my brother’s crotch and smashing down! At the critical moment, I pounced over without hesitation. The bat hit my back, I couldn’t control vomiting a mouthful of blood. Gavin’s voice fierce: “Lucia what are you doing! Originally this beast breaks his hands to apologize to Vanderbilts, for your face I would support him for life!” “But now you are as obsessive as him, don’t blame me for being cruel!” Sharon also stood up clutching her head with everyone’s help: “Gavin forget it, it’s me unclean unworthy of Young Master Vanderbilt, I should die…” People around accused one after another: “Still shielding brother till now, Lucia is hopeless!” “President Sterling did his best, I think just beat that beast to death!” My brother broke free, holding me voice trembling: “Sis, are you okay? Don’t scare me!” I wiped the corner of my mouth, straightened up: “Gavin Sterling, you are so anxious to kill and silence, could it be you are the one messing with Sharon?” Gavin panicked immediately: “Lucia, what nonsense are you talking about!” “To exonerate your brother, you dare splash dirty water on me!” Saying this, he slapped my face! My brother blocked in front of me, kicked him. “Brother-in-law, you mean I forced Sharon?” “Even if I’m blind, I wouldn’t fancy such a thing, right?” Sharon’s face was pale, trembling voice shouted: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, he not only ruined my innocence, but also humiliated me in public! How can I live!” Gavin ignored pain, hugged Sharon: “Sharon, don’t do stupid things! Not worth it for such scum!” “Grandpa Vanderbilt, please preside justice! I want him to pay with life on spot!” Charlie beside was scared shaking non-stop. Old Man Vanderbilt’s face also darkened: “Lu girl, facts are facts, you broke my Vanderbilt rules, should know consequences.” “Someone, break Luka’s limbs, throw to feed dogs!” Seeing bodyguards surrounding again. I looked at Sharon: “You keep saying my brother forced you right?” Sharon looked grief-stricken: “Yes! He is a beast, pervert! He tortured me in bed for a full hour!” “Injuries on my body are evidence! Sister Lucia, don’t think about denying!” I nodded, looked at everyone around: “Everyone heard? Sharon admitted personally, my brother forced her.” Everyone looked at each other, confused: “Isn’t this nonsense? What does Lucia mean, scared silly?” I smiled, turned and walked to my brother. He looked at me in horror, shaking head desperately backing up. I ignored, ripped open his clothes. Everyone looked over in confusion, all frozen on spot. As the zipper opened. A black chest binder revealed inside. Luka looked helpless. Chapter 3 Everyone stared at the black chest binder exposed by Luka, momentarily dazed. Sharon screamed sharply: “This vest… isn’t this mine!” “Luka you pervert! Not only forced me, but stole my underwear! How long have you coveted me!” “No wonder I felt someone peeping when changing in the lounge today, turns out it was you!” “You rushed in and attacked me while I was changing!” This stunned the whole venue: “Oh my god, Luka is a pervert with special fetishes?” “Stealing women’s clothes to wear, too disgusting!” Gavin looked at me angrily: “Lucia, what else do you have to say now!” “Do you know Sharon is chosen by the Vanderbilts, she is Young Master Vanderbilt’s fiancée!” “And your brother is a complete pervert! Witnesses and evidence are here, what else do you want to argue!” He roared, raising that baseball bat again: “If I don’t beat this beast to death today, my name isn’t Sterling!” “Enough!” Always silent Old Man Vanderbilt finally spoke. He thumped his cane heavily, the whole banquet hall quieted down. “Lu girl, I originally respected your parents having some dealings with my family, leaving you some dignity.” “But you siblings, repeatedly challenge my family’s bottom line.” “On my turf, ruined the person my family chose, and dare to be so rampant!” “If your Lu family doesn’t pay the price today, where is my face!” He waved his hand, dozens of bodyguards surrounded in unison, all looking unkind. “Someone, cripple this beast’s limbs for me!” “As for Lucia, arrest her too!” Gavin looked at me sneering. Sharon covered her mouth hiding a smile, but still fake sobbing. I sneered in my heart. Look at my good husband of three years, for his childhood sweetheart, wishing to grind us siblings to dust. “Do it!” Old Man Vanderbilt issued the final order. Bodyguards were about to step forward. I blocked in front of my brother. “Wait.” I looked around the venue. In everyone’s gaze watching a show, I spoke slowly: “Don’t rush, everyone.” “The good show, just started.” Finished, without waiting for reaction. I reached out fiercely, grabbing the hand of a rich young lady closest to me. That lady was watching the drama with champagne. Scared by me screaming: “Ah! What are you doing!” I ignored her scream, pulling her hand. Under everyone’s shocked gaze, pressed it on Luka’s chest. The lady’s scream stopped abruptly. Face full of astonishment, then looked at Luka doubtfully. Even squeezed subconsciously. Next second, she screamed to the whole venue: “Luka is a girl!” Chapter 4 The originally noisy banquet hall quieted down instantly. That rich lady seemed to confirm, boldly touched again. Then face flushed red: “Really… really a girl!” Words out, uproar. Gavin’s hideous face froze, hand holding bat stopped in mid-air. Sharon roared with twisted face: “Impossible!” “You are lying! You colluded to cheat!” “He clearly has so much strength, dragged me into the room, how could be a girl!” She ignored image, rushed to Luka wanting to strip his clothes. The moment Sharon’s hand touched Luka’s chest. She froze. Then trembled violently, stumbling back several steps. “No… this is impossible!” “How could this be…” She muttered, eyes drifting, daring not look at people around. Gavin looked at the indifferent Luka. Then sneered: “Lucia, to exonerate your brother, you really spent big capital.” “Such lies come open mouth? But I Gavin Sterling am not a fool!” “I watched Luka grow up, how could he suddenly become a woman?” Gavin threw the bat, strode forward. “I want to see what tricks you siblings are playing!” Saying he grabbed viciously at Luka’s chest. He really doesn’t treat us as human. But Luka glanced at him with disgust, then kicked him. Gavin flew out, knocking over a row of champagne towers. Wine splashed, glass shattered. Gavin clutched his stomach, face twisted in pain. “Brother-in-law, don’t touch me with your dirty hands.” “Disgusting.” Luka stood straight, looked around. “Since everyone is so curious, I might as well say it straight.” “I, Luka, am indeed a woman.” “We are not brother and sister, we are sisters.” At this moment, the venue was silent. I walked to Luka, held her cold hand, looking at the embarrassed Gavin on the ground. “Gavin, didn’t you always want to know why?” “When Luka was little, health was bad, sick every other day.” “The psychic said, treat her as a boy to grow up safely.” “Parents were skeptical, but for Luka, they did it.” “Strange to say, since becoming a boy, Luka’s health really improved.” “This disguise lasted more than twenty years.” I looked at Luka, eyes hot: “Later grew up, I said you can be a girl again.” “But this silly girl said, being a man is good.” “Being a man can protect sister, no one dares to bully our Lu family.” Luka held my hand back, smiling brilliantly at me: “Sis, I said I would protect you.” “Whoever dares to bully you, I kill him.” Socialites around listened stunned. “Omg, this is too touching…” “This is true sisterhood!” “To be honest, she looks so cool in women’s clothes, if not for today, I really couldn’t tell she’s a woman…” Old Man Vanderbilt’s face changed unpredictably: “Lu girl, is what you said true?” I was neither humble nor arrogant: “Grandpa Vanderbilt, true or false, check and see?” “Vanderbilt family should have many female relatives right? Or female doctors.” “Take down to check, truth will be out.” Old Man Vanderbilt pondered, nodded: “Take a few agile maids, call family doctor over.” “Take Lu… Miss Lu Second to inner room for check.” Luka shrugged indifferently: “Sure, check whatever.” Passing Gavin, she stopped specially. Looking down at the man still retching. “Brother-in-law, was that kick comfortable?” “If not checked out I’m a man, your 100 loud kowtows, must be loud.” Luka was taken down. Atmosphere in banquet hall became weird. No one dared to speak loud, but everyone exchanged eyes crazily. Sharon now shrunk beside Gavin, trembling all over. “Brother Gavin what to do, I clearly felt he was male…” Gavin recovered a breath, propped himself up. “Don’t fear, Sharon.” “Even if appearance can deceive, some things can’t be deceived.” “I watched Luka grow up, how could he be a woman, this is their delaying tactic.” “When facts confirmed, I make Lucia get out of our family, then make Luka apologize to you!” Gavin’s voice not small, many around heard. I sat on sofa, sipped wine, chuckled too. “Some people dirty inside, see everything dirty.” “Instead of splashing dirty water here, better think how to bend your noble knees later.” Gavin snorted: “Lucia, don’t be proud too early.” “If checked out your brother is a man, I not only cripple him, but make you kneel before Sharon, lick her shoes!” I shook the glass: “Okay, I wait.” But Sharon panicked a bit. Eyes kept looking at inner room direction. After all if Luka really is a woman, what she did in Vanderbilt house today will make her suffer. Finally. Inner room door opened. Maids entered just now walked out. Followed by family doctor. Finally Luka. Everyone’s eyes focused on that family doctor. That’s Vanderbilt’s royal doctor, highly reputable in city, impossible to be bribed. Old Man Vanderbilt asked deeply: “How is it?” Doctor looked at report in hand, then at Luka. Tone very certain: “Reporting to Grandpa.” “Check confirmed correct.” “Miss Luka, is genuine female.” “Physiological characteristics completely normal.”

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My husband invented a time machine and went back without hesitation, preparing to resurrect “the one that got away.” Perhaps because of his time travel, my current life trajectory changed. Day one, I found the husband’s name on the marriage certificate at home changed to my nemesis. Day two, I found my nemesis lying in my bed. Day three, a little bean who looked exactly like my nemesis opened the door and called me, “Mommy.” After we lived happily as a family of three, my husband traveled back, and he broke down. Chapter 1 In the third year of my marriage to Caleb, as a genius scientist, he invented a machine that could travel through time and space. He told me, “Sarah, I want to go back and save Julia.” Julia was his college girlfriend. They broke up because Julia insisted on developing her career abroad. Six months after breaking up with Julia, he confessed to me. At that time, Caleb was a top student, the favored son of heaven, impeccable in looks and personality. With such a prize falling on my head, I couldn’t help but be moved. I agreed, and we were together. After grad school, we got married. Now we have been married for three years. I don’t know much about Julia, only that she was also excellent and died in a plane crash returning to the country. Caleb promised me, “Sarah, don’t worry, you are already my wife. I’m going back only because it’s a pity Julia died. Once I save her, I will travel back.” I pulled a ridiculous smile, “Caleb, where do you place me?” “Caleb, do you really not have Julia in your heart? Are you planning to lie to yourself too?” He was silent for a long time, finally speaking, “Sarah, let’s divorce.” I sneered. “I thought about it. If an accident happens, the best way is for us to divorce. I will leave with nothing. You wait for me for two years. If I don’t come back in two years, you can marry someone else.” “Why do you think I am willing to wait for you?” Caleb looked at me with a tired face, softening his tone, “Sarah, stop making a scene.” Coming back from work, I felt a sore throat. I went back to the bedroom without a word and lay down. At night, I felt my body sinking. High fever made me speechless. In my drowsy consciousness, Caleb picked me up, voice gentle, “Wifey, get up and take medicine.” After being fed medicine by him, I asked him with a hoarse voice, “Promise me, can you not go?” Under the light, Caleb’s face looked exceptionally handsome. He was silent. I smiled bitterly, “Let’s go divorce tomorrow.” The next day, my consciousness was still groggy. Caleb persuaded me, “Divorce isn’t urgent. How about we divorce when you get better?” “No need.” I wore a coat. When Caleb was about to put a scarf on me, I dodged calmly. He handed me the scarf with some disappointment. After I put it on myself, he drove to City Hall. Coming out of City Hall, my vision went black, almost falling over. Caleb supported me. One month left until the divorce papers are finalized. Then he will take the time machine back to the past. On the way back, I asked him, “If you really save Julia, and she says she likes you and wants to be with you, what about us?” He guaranteed me, “Sarah, I will be with you. I will choose you.” I just found it laughable. During this month, Caleb and I were like strangers under the same roof, barely speaking. Probably due to bad mood, my illness lingered. When I stepped on the scale, I realized I had lost ten pounds. Caleb and I finalized the divorce. Before stepping into the time machine, he said to me, “Sarah, wait for me to come back.” I opened my mouth, “Caleb, I won’t wait for you.” With a look of astonishment, he slowly disappeared from the time machine. In the following days, I started living alone. At first, I was unaccustomed, suddenly feeling the bed was huge and the house empty. I put the divorce papers under the pillow. Until a year later, the papers fell out from under the pillow. I found that the divorce papers had turned into a marriage certificate. Chapter 2 I opened it and found the photo of me and my nemesis, Quinn, on the marriage certificate. The date was March 2015. At that time, I seemed to still be a college student. In my memory, I had just been with Caleb for six months. Why would I marry Quinn? Moreover, except for the renovation, many things in the house changed. A night light appeared on the bedside table. If I get up to use the bathroom at night, I can tap it on. The washing machine in the bathroom that always made strange noises turned into a brand new fully automatic one. I opened the closet and froze for a moment. Caleb’s clothes completely disappeared. Inside were crisp men’s suits. Then, I found more details. After Caleb’s toothbrush was thrown away by me, two toothbrushes reappeared on the sink. A yellow one was mine, the other blue one… could it be Quinn’s? There was also a pair of men’s slippers at the door. But surprisingly, there weren’t many male elements in the house, not like a man lived here long-term. I wanted to find evidence of my contact with Quinn. I opened WeChat and found Quinn was no longer in my blacklist, appearing grandly in my chat list. Then I clicked on the chat history with him. Very thin. Last contact was ten days ago. He said, “Going on a business trip.” I replied, “Mm.” Then no more contact. The next night, I woke up in the middle of the night and found a man lying next to me. I was startled. After turning on the light, I saw Quinn’s face. He wore a bathrobe, belt loosely tied, revealing smooth chest muscles, looking sleepy. I asked him, “Why are you in my house, in my bed?” A hurt expression appeared on his face instantly, but his tone was very cold. “Sarah, we are husband and wife. Of course I am in your bed.” I asked him, “Why are we husband and wife? Why did I marry you?” “In my memory, Caleb and I are the couple.” Quinn and I weren’t originally enemies. We fell out because of Caleb. My relationship with Caleb wasn’t smooth at first; he wasn’t enthusiastic about me. Quinn persuaded me to break up several times. We quarreled many times. The last time, I blacklisted him and decided never to interact again. For so many years, it’s not that I haven’t regretted it, but I couldn’t lower my face to reconcile with Quinn. Quinn was the same, never contacting me for so many years. Speaking of this, I felt Quinn’s face darken obviously. “Sarah, you have been married to me for so many years, still can’t forget Caleb? What’s good about that man.” I advised him, “No, Caleb is trash. Who can’t forget Caleb?” He asked me with astonishment, “You really forgot?” “Really.” He asked me, “Can you repeat that?” I asked him, “Repeat what?” “Caleb is…” “Trash.” He hooked his lips, looking very satisfied. Chapter 3 I asked him, “So why on earth did we get married?” He asked back, “Don’t you know yourself?” If I knew, I wouldn’t ask him. Quinn and I lay in the same bed after all. I felt indescribably awkward, worried he might do something to me. Fortunately, he slept very disciplinedly. When I showered in the morning, I found a scar suddenly appeared on my belly. When I came out of the bathroom, breakfast was already on the table. It was my favorite pancakes, bacon and eggs, and a bagel on the table. Quinn put on the black suit hanging in the closet, looking unnatural, even coldly telling me, “I went out for a morning run, passed by the breakfast shop, bought a bit more.” I looked at him suspiciously, “The pancake place in the south, the bagel shop in the north. Your ‘passing by’ is a bit far.” I looked him up and down. In my impression, I had never seen Quinn in a suit. Actually, Quinn was tall with long legs, a perfect clothes hanger. He looked very good in a suit. I asked him, “Why are you dressed like this?” “I’m going to work.” I asked him, “What position are you now?” Then I lifted my shirt to show my belly. Quinn was surprised, face turning red instantly. I looked at him confusedly. If we have been married for so many years, we should have seen each other’s bodies long ago. Why does he still look so innocent? I asked him, “What’s with the scar on my belly?” He asked me, “Sarah, you really don’t remember?” I decided to confess to him. “Actually, in my memory, I married Caleb.” His hand holding the bacon paused in mid-air. “Sarah, do I need to remind you, I don’t want to hear this.” “After so many years, you still can’t forget him?” “No, you have to listen.” He crossed his arms, looking like ‘let’s hear what you can make up’. I told him, “Actually, I married Caleb.” His face turned black, “My name is not Caleb.” When he stood up to leave, I held him down. “In the third year of marriage, Caleb invented a time machine. He said he wanted to go back and save Julia. Before he went back, we divorced.” “Then, I lived alone for a year. I don’t know why a marriage certificate of you and me appeared under my pillow.” “Nor do I know why you appeared at home.” “Even less do I know why we got married.” “So, what is the scar on my belly?” He looked at me in surprise, then calmed down quickly. “It’s a C-section scar.” “We have a child.” I asked him, “But there are no traces of a child living in this house. How old is he?” “Six years old.” “At my parents’. We are busy with work, inconvenient to take care, so the child is with my parents.” I asked him, “Boy or girl? Can I see him this afternoon?” I touched the scar on my belly, really couldn’t imagine how I gave birth to a child. When I married Caleb before, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to have kids, but he proposed to be DINKs. I could only agree, so we didn’t have children in three years of marriage. Quinn told me, “It’s a boy. He’s in elementary school. I’ll pick him up after school this afternoon.” “Okay.” In the afternoon, I saw a very cute little bean, standing at the door looking at me timidly, finally calling me obediently. “Mommy.” A softness rose in my heart suddenly. I really couldn’t imagine I would give birth to such a child. Chapter 4 When going to sleep at night, Quinn wore a bathrobe, belt loosely tied at the waist, super unintentionally revealing full chest muscles. I sighed, “I’d better sleep in the next room.” Quinn looked aggrieved, “Sarah, we are husband and wife.” I was silent for a moment, “But I have no memory of our life together. Suddenly like this, I can’t accept it.” He promised immediately, “I won’t do anything. If you don’t believe me, you are questioning my character.” Before I could reply, I saw the little bean at the door holding a pillow. “Daddy.” Then he looked at me, speaking timidly, “Mommy, baby is scared sleeping alone. Baby wants to sleep with Daddy and Mommy.” My heart softened completely. Then turned head to see Quinn hesitating to speak. Little bean wore soft beige pajamas, standing by the bed. Asked me, “Mommy, can baby sleep in the middle? Baby wants to stick to Mommy.” “Of course.” Then Quinn gritted his teeth, “Zack, you slept alone since three.” I felt worse, “Poor baby, come to Mommy.” Zack took off his slippers, placed them with ours neatly, then lay down obediently between me and Quinn. Usually, I had trouble falling asleep, but this time I had a dreamless night. Waking up in the morning, I found Zack lying in my arms. After I opened my eyes, he opened his big watery eyes, “Mommy, good morning.” Then his little face came close, kissing my cheek. It was a magical, soft touch. Quinn carried Zack off the bed, “Zack, stop acting. You need to go to school. Daddy will dress you now and send you to school.” Zack looked serious, “Daddy, what are you saying? Baby truly loves Mommy.” Then he turned to look at me, “Mommy, although Grandpa and Grandma treat me well, baby still wants to be with Mommy more.” “Will Daddy pick baby up after school today?” “Yes.” Very strange. After breakfast, Quinn drove, Zack and I sat in the back, sending Zack to school together. I asked Quinn, “What does baby like to eat usually?” Quinn listed them one by one. I didn’t expect him to know so well. Finally, he added, “As long as it’s junk food, he loves it.” Then I asked, “Just wear school uniform usually? I don’t see baby having other clothes.” Quinn replied, “Mm, wears school uniform mostly. Other clothes are at my parents’.” “Then let’s buy a few sets for baby after school.” Quinn hesitated, finally couldn’t help saying, “He has a name, he is called Zack.” Zack nested in my arms, looking innocent, “But I am Mommy’s good baby.” At the school gate, Zack kissed me reluctantly again before entering school. I am not a person swept by consumerism. Clothes are mainly minimalist, buying twice a year. But after Quinn, Zack, and I entered the mall, I had a feeling of dressing up a little figure. Zack looked very much like Quinn, with deep and sharp eyebrows and eyes, but his lips were like mine, slightly upturned, neutralizing the sharpness perfectly. Even in a school uniform, his outstanding appearance couldn’t be hidden. Especially the salesguide was very good at talking, “Your child looks so good in this set, a proper little British prince.” “This set is also good, preppy style.” Quinn advised me on the side, “Enough, enough.” “The child is growing, won’t fit in no time.” I bought red-eyed, finally bought a dozen sets. Quinn carried big and small bags, we walked out of the mall. Dinner was made by Quinn. honestly speaking, it fit my taste very well. Zack should love it too, a bowl of rice pressed solid, finally not a grain left. I even sprouted a feeling that this is home.

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