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The moment my father’s company went bankrupt, my husband served me with divorce papers. My father’s company went bankrupt, and my husband immediately served me with divorce papers. On the day of our divorce, I discovered my car’s brakes had failed. I was calling for a tow when my husband yanked me out of the driver’s seat. Then, in one cruel move, he gently helped his pregnant childhood sweetheart, Cassidy, into the very same car. Cassidy sat there, inside my car, shooting me a triumphant smirk. Her eyebrows raised in a look that practically screamed, “Aria, see? Your husband loves me. He was only with you for your family’s money.” My dad had warned me about Blake ages ago, but I dismissed it as prejudice. I never imagined he’d reveal his true colors the moment my family fell from grace, and bring pregnant Cassidy straight to our home. He called me a barren bitch, claimed no one would want me after the divorce. He even had the audacity to propose a deal: he’d “reluctantly” stay married if I was willing to serve him and Cassidy and hand over my entire salary. Pfft! Seriously? Did this cheating scum really think he could keep his wife and mistress under one roof, then have me bankroll their life together? No way! Even though these two idiots were trash, I still tried to warn Blake. “Get her out of the car. The brakes are broken, she can’t ride in this car.” Blake just thought I was being dramatic. He snatched the keys from my hand without a second thought and shoved me aside. “The car is in my name. After the divorce, I have every right to take it back. From now on, I’ll let whoever I want ride in it. You barren bitch, you have no say!” Then, the engine roared, and the car screeched away from me.

I clapped a hand over my mouth, watching them disappear, a grin I couldn’t quite stifle threatening to split my face. Some people just rush headfirst toward their doom, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. Just as my eyes were burning red from holding back laughter, Blake’s car slammed directly into the back of a semi-truck ahead. The front of the car was crumpled like a tin can under the truck. Cassidy passed out on the spot. Blake’s leg was trapped, and he couldn’t pull it free. Blood dripped steadily from his dress pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” I ran over, feigning deep concern, all while roughly yanking his leg. Blake immediately broke out in a cold sweat, screaming in agony. “Aria, you damn bitch! Are you trying to kill me?!” I pretended not to hear, though inwardly I longed to spit in his face. Damn right, I hope you die! I pulled and kicked at his trapped leg. Pull, kick, and shake. Blake was successfully tortured into unconsciousness by yours truly. Blake was sent to the hospital, and I hummed a tune all the way home.

What I didn’t expect, though, was to get a SnapChat call from Blake the moment I walked through the door. “Where are you? Get over here and pay the medical bills! The hospital’s hounding me!” Did he think I was stupid? Why would I pay? I flat-out refused. To my shock, Blake then pulled out a trump card, a recording of my call to the car repair shop about the faulty brakes. “Aria, if you don’t come and pay, I swear I’ll call the cops and have you thrown in jail. I’ll tell them you sabotaged the brakes, that this was attempted murder.” Blake forcefully spat out his threat, then slammed the phone down. Holding my phone, my heart dropped like a stone. The man I’d loved my entire youth, who had never loved me back, now wanted to send me to jail after cheating on me? Huh! Heartache aside, Blake’s threat didn’t faze me one bit. My phone was set to automatically record all calls. Every word he’d just said was on tape. Thank you, anonymous person, for handing me the evidence to prove my innocence. But still, I had to go to the hospital. Not to pay his medical bills, but to deliver a special “gift.” I dug through a stack of books in my study and found a pre-marital medical report I’d hidden for years. The report clearly stated, Blake is infertile.

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That autumn when I was eight, Dad brought me to live with him in the city for school. If I didn’t finish my homework, no dinner. If I scored below 95 on a test, I was made to stand until midnight. Ten minutes of extra sleep on a weekend? There went my entire allowance. “I’m breaking my back on construction sites to pay for your education. You have to be number one!” Dad’s coworkers all praised his strict parenting. Even though I often felt dizzy and lightheaded from hunger. Then came the parent-teacher conference. Other kids’ parents wore smart clothes. I hid in the bathroom stall, listening to the clomp of Dad’s worn-out work boots in the hallway. “Teacher, she only got second place this time. I haven’t let her eat lunch for three days!” A few soft chuckles drifted in from outside the window, from other parents. “Pushing a kid that hard? No wonder his wife left him for someone else.” I bit my lip until it was white, wondering numbly. If Mom had taken me with her back then, would my life have been easier?

Standing in the bathroom stall, I heard Dad’s voice echoing in the hallway. There was a chilling pride in it, as if he was showcasing his unique parenting philosophy. The sneering comment from the other parents outside the window felt like a sharp knife, slicing open the scars I desperately tried to hide. I bit my lip until it was white, tasting a hint of blood. After the conference, Dad led me home in silence. In that small rented room, the walls were yellowed, and the light bulb was dim. He took off his cement-stained jacket, his gaze fixed on my report card. He spoke, his voice low. “Why weren’t you first?” I whispered my reply, my hands trembling slightly beneath the table. “There was one math problem… I made a careless mistake.” At that, he slammed the table, and I jumped to my feet instantly, not daring to lift my head. “Careless? I’m on construction sites, working my fingers to the bone, layers of calluses on my hands. What’s it all for?!” “It’s so you can study hard and make something of yourself!” “And this is how you repay me? With carelessness?” My fingers dug hard into my palm, reopening old scabs until fresh blood welled. My stomach ached with hunger, but I was numb, used to this torture. I really wanted to tell Dad that I was only one point away from first place. Even the teacher praised me for being a motivated student. But why did I seem so worthless in Dad’s eyes? He couldn’t tolerate even the smallest mistake. As I thought this, bitter tears streamed down uncontrollably. I didn’t even dare to cry out loud, only managing muffled sobs. Seeing my tear-streaked face, Dad wasn’t sympathetic; he just got angrier. “Cry, cry, cry! Is crying going to solve anything?!” “Instead of crying here, why don’t you go review your lessons?!” “If you don’t review everything you’ve learned tonight, you won’t get any dinner!” I was going to go hungry again tonight. Even though I’d won a math competition award the day before, and Dad had promised to buy me meat. Now, that promise was off. Alone in the dim little room, I flipped through my books. The enticing aroma of meat seeped through the door crack, flooding my nostrils. My stomach growled painfully, a testament to my suffering. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped onto my textbook. I finally couldn’t bear it and started to sob silently again. I secretly took out the piggy bank Mom had given me before she left, hugging it and crying over and over. But as I hugged it, a small slip of paper fell out from the coin slot. It was a string of numbers. I stared at the paper, stunned for a long moment. Could this be Mom’s phone number?

“Lily, are you done with your review?” Dad pushed the door open abruptly. I swiftly hid my piggy bank. Luckily, the piggy bank wasn’t big, so I could tuck it into my oversized sleeve. Since Dad never bought me extra clothes, I usually just wore my school uniform or hand-me-downs from relatives. Most didn’t fit properly, hanging loose and baggy on my frame. At least the roomy sleeves were good for hiding things. When Dad opened the door, he was too engrossed in eating his meat to notice me hiding anything. The smell of meat filled my nostrils again, and my stomach groaned in protest. “Your teacher just called me. She said your essay got published in the school newspaper.” “Since we both have tomorrow off, as a reward, I’ll take you to the amusement park.” At the mention of “amusement park,” my eyes widened. I must be dreaming. I quickly pinched myself. It hurt, so much that tears welled in my eyes. I heard my own voice tremble. “Is… is that true?” Dad nodded, picking a piece of meat from between his teeth with his finger. “It’s true. But you still have to finish reviewing all your lessons today!” “A reward is a reward, and punishment is punishment. They don’t mix. Don’t think you can get away with anything!” Even if it meant no dinner tonight, I was ecstatic. Because Dad was finally going to take me out. The next day, standing at the amusement park, gazing at the carousel, I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I clutched the hem of my shirt, my eyes fixed on the carousel’s colorful, blinking lights. When the music started, to my surprise, Dad said, “Go on, ride it.” The horses began to spin, and the wind brushed against my face. The moment I sat on a horse, I couldn’t help but look back for Dad. He stood outside the railing, his worn-out work clothes starkly out of place among the brightly dressed parents. But his gaze was on me, and in his eyes, there was a softness I’d never seen before. When I got off the carousel, I saw cotton candy at a nearby stall. I looked at Dad with pleading eyes, but he refused. “What’s so good about cotton candy? And you’ve already ridden the carousel today.” “That’s enough. Let’s go home.” My head had been spinning a little after the carousel, and Dad had only given me a bowl of porridge. I was feeling a bit low on blood sugar, which was why I wanted cotton candy to steady myself. But Dad’s refusal made me feel even worse. “Dad, no, I’m just having a low blood sugar episode.” Dad suddenly yelled, “Stop using low blood sugar as an excuse! It’s not a real sickness, you’re just being dramatic!” “Let’s go home, now!” Dad’s shout attracted many glances. Someone saw my blood-drained face and kindly suggested, “Your child really looks like she has low blood sugar. You should get her something to eat.” Dad got even angrier. “As if I wouldn’t know if my own child was sick or not? Don’t you dare butt in!” Dad’s voice suddenly turned cold. “Stop your fake sympathy. Go home and do your practice sheets!” My heart plummeted. Turns out, that fleeting happiness was just a carefully orchestrated deception, designed to make me more compliant with my studies. That night, Dad lost his temper again while checking my homework. He slammed my notebook on the floor and roared, “You made a mistake on such a simple problem! The amusement park was a complete waste!” I kept my head down, my gaze falling on the piggy bank under my bed. The slip of paper with the phone number was clutched tightly in my hand. Later that night, Dad’s snoring drifted from the next room. I tiptoed out of bed, grabbing the piggy bank, and sneaked out of the house. At the payphone booth on the corner, I stood on my toes, dropping coins in one by one. The moment the call connected, I choked back tears, unable to speak. A strange yet familiar female voice came through the receiver. “Hello? Who is this?” As soon as I opened my mouth, tears streamed down my face. “Mom, it’s me, Lily.”

I heard a gasp on the other end, and Mom’s voice trembled. “Lily, my Lily, you finally reached out to me.” Hearing her voice again, I was already sobbing uncontrollably. But afraid of being discovered, I couldn’t make a sound, just cried silently. “Mom, can… can you come get me?” “I’ve had enough of living here.” “I miss you so much, Mom.” After suppressing it for so long, I finally spoke my heart. Dad’s suffocating love was truly choking me. Mom listened to my trembling, tearful voice, and her own tone became urgent. “Okay, where are you now? Mom will be right there…” Before Mom could finish, the call was deliberately hung up. I looked at the rough hand pressing the disconnect button, and my whole body started to tremble. The person stood in the shadows, looking down at me. “Lily, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?” Dad’s figure blocked the warm light of the phone booth, his face obscured by shadows, making him look terrifying. I couldn’t make out his expression, only feeling my blood run cold through my veins. “Who were you calling?” Tears welled in my eyes again, my throat felt squeezed, and I couldn’t make a sound. Dad’s voice suddenly rose. “Tell me! Who were you calling? Was it that ungrateful mother of yours?” Afraid of being discovered, I quickly shook my head, denying it. “No, no, it wasn’t, I didn’t…” Standing under the dim light of the phone booth, I looked at Dad’s dark, menacing face, and felt frozen to the core. He snatched the piggy bank I was clutching from my arms—the little piggy bank Mom had secretly given me before she left. “Wasn’t it?” Dad’s voice was cold as ice. “Then tell me, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night with this broken jar?” My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Tears blurred my vision. I could only see Dad’s rough hand gripping the piggy bank, his knuckles white from the grip. He grabbed my arm, so hard I stumbled. “Come back with me.” Back in that rented room, Dad placed the piggy bank heavily on the table, making a dull thud. I stood in the center of the room, head bowed, not daring to look at him. “Kneel.” I obediently knelt on the cold concrete floor, a sharp pain shot through my knees immediately. Dad paced the room, his worn-out work boots clomping on the floor, each step crushing my spirit. “I know you’ve always thought about your mother.” He stopped, his voice filled with suppressed rage. “But she abandoned us long ago. Abandoned you. Understand?” I bit my lower lip, fighting back the tears. My fingers tightened around the hem of my shirt, until they were white and aching. He suddenly raised his voice. “Who am I working so hard for? Huh?” “I worked myself to the bone on that construction site, all so you could make something of yourself, not end up like me!” “But what about you? Sneaking calls in the middle of the night? Are you trying to run off with her?” I abruptly looked up, hastily explaining, “No, Dad! I just, I just…” He took a step closer, his shadow engulfing me. “Just what?” I finally broke down, tears bursting forth. “I just missed her so much…” “I’m hungry every day, and so tired. I try my best, but you’re never satisfied.” “I just wanted to hear Mom’s voice…” His expression softened for a fleeting moment, but quickly hardened again. He picked up the piggy bank, staring at it for a long time. His voice suddenly became very soft. “She left when you were only six. She didn’t even look back.” This was the first time I’d heard Dad voluntarily mention the day Mom left. I held my breath, afraid to interrupt him. “She said she was sick of the hard life.” Dad gave a bitter laugh. “She said I was worthless, and that my child would suffer because of me.” He turned to me, his gaze complex. “I can’t let you end up like she said, worthless your whole life. Do you understand, Lily?” I stared at him, and suddenly noticed deep wrinkles around his eyes and his hair was far grayer than I remembered. He said softly, “I know you hate me, but one day you’ll understand!” “You were still wrong today. Tonight, your punishment is to kneel and do problems. No sleep until you finish!” I thought that by honestly telling Dad my feelings, I would receive his understanding. But my sincerity didn’t awaken the tender fatherly love I hoped for; instead, it led to even harsher punishment. I knelt on the cold, hard concrete, my knees slowly going numb. To save electricity, Dad didn’t even allow me to turn on the light. One tear after another fell onto my exercise book, while from the next room, Dad’s snoring already filled the air. Under the moonlight, my vision blurred with tears, and before I passed out, I thought I saw Mom coming to take me away.

When I woke up again, I found myself slumped over my desk, the sound of the teacher’s lecture in my ears. In my hand was a note. It read: “I saw you overslept so I brought you directly to school. Study hard at school!” “The punishment you didn’t finish last night continues today!” Such a suffocating message could only be from Dad. My stomach twisted in a sharp cramp, and I couldn’t hear a single word the teacher was saying. My deskmate, Chloe, saw my sallow face and colorless lips, and secretly slipped me a small pastry. “Did your dad not let you eat again? Quick, eat this.” I wanted to refuse, but I didn’t even have the strength. Chloe carefully unwrapped the bread for me and placed it in my hand. A wave of warmth welled up in my eyes; even a stranger cared about me so much. But Dad only wanted me to study without eating or sleeping. Just as I was about to put the pastry in my mouth, the teacher at the front of the class suddenly shouted, “Lily Miller, how dare you brazenly eat in class!” “Come with me to the office right now! The rest of you, self-study!” “And the one who gave her the pastry, you come too!” That life-saving pastry still didn’t make it to my mouth. In the teacher’s office, I nearly collapsed. Chloe had to steady me. I was frail as a dried blade of grass, but the teacher seemed not to notice, scolding us relentlessly. “I can’t deal with you two anymore. It’s time to call your parents!” With that, the teacher immediately pulled out her phone to dial. I quickly stepped forward to stop her. “Ms. Davies, I know I was wrong, please don’t call my dad!” “I haven’t eaten properly for days. Chloe just gave it to me because she saw I was so hungry.” “It has nothing to do with her!” Ms. Davies swatted my hand away, and I lost my footing, sprawling onto the floor. “Still trying to argue? Your parents really need to straighten you out!” Soon after, Dad rushed in, covered in dirt from the construction site. Chloe’s mom came with him. The moment Chloe saw her mom, she burst into tears, looking utterly wronged. Chloe’s mom first smiled and apologized to the teacher, then gently comforted Chloe. But my dad? Not only did he not ask for any explanation, he joined the teacher in scolding me even more harshly. “I work my fingers to the bone at the construction site, and all you do is cause trouble!” “When I was a kid, I survived on one bowl of porridge a day, so why can’t you?” “Stop pretending! Get up and apologize to the teacher!” But I didn’t even have the strength to push myself up, and the figures before me began to blur. “I… I just wanted a pastry…” I just wanted a pastry to fill my stomach, why couldn’t I have it? It was just one pastry, what harm could it do if I ate it? Why were these people hounding me so relentlessly? I just wanted a pastry, I just wanted to live. Chloe’s mom saw my distress and, finally unable to bear it, helped me to a chair. She put the pastry back in my hand. But Dad scolded Chloe’s mom. “Why are you, a stranger, interfering with her? She’s just spoiled and needs to be punished severely!” “Eat a pastry? What pastry?!” Dad stepped forward, swatted the pastry away with a slap, and grabbed my collar, pulling me in front of the teacher. “Apologize to the teacher, now!” I finally couldn’t bear it any longer, and tears welled up again. But this time, I didn’t even have the strength to cry. The moment before I collapsed, I heard a gentle voice. “Lily, Mom’s here to take you home!”

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I was the extra kid in my family, the one who didn’t quite fit. My sister, Victoria, was a beauty queen, and my brother, Daniel, was the valedictorian of his high school, the smartest kid in the whole state. Me? I was just… ordinary. The only award I ever won was a participation ribbon in kindergarten. On my eighteenth birthday, I wished to my parents that this New Year’s, I could see the ocean, down south where it’s warm. When winter break came, Mom and Dad proudly showed off the plane tickets they’d already booked. Upon arrival, Daniel and Victoria cheered at the sight of the snow in the North. We stayed at a guesthouse for several days. On New Year’s Day, I woke up early and knocked on my parents’ door, only to find it empty. I checked my phone and saw a picture of them having their New Year’s Eve dinner, a happy family feast. That’s when I realized they had gone home last night. I stood in front of the empty room, a little lost. My first thought was, *What did I do wrong?* Before I could find an answer, footsteps echoed on the stairs behind me. It was Mr. Peterson, the guesthouse owner, coming up. I instinctively apologized, “I’m so sorry, I overslept. I didn’t realize my parents left last night.” Mr. Peterson’s face instantly hardened. I immediately lowered my head, bracing myself for a harsh dressing-down. But the scolding I expected never came. Instead, a large hand gently patted my head, stroking twice, not too hard, not too soft. “How could parents be so careless? Leaving their child behind when they go on vacation? Come on, tell me your parents’ number. I’ll call them and tell them to come back and pick you up!” Feeling the warmth on my head, for some reason, a lie just slipped out: “Don’t call them! This is a challenge my parents left me, to see if I can survive on my own now that I’m an adult.” But I rarely lied, and I nervously looked up, meeting his concerned gaze. “Can you let me stay? I can cook, and I’ll help with chores!” Mr. Peterson frowned, still insistent. “No, we have to contact your parents.” I pulled my ID card from behind my phone case and knelt directly in front of him. “If my parents were worried about me, they’d send me money to get back home. I’m an adult, I can take responsibility for my actions. Please, just don’t send me away!” This wasn’t the first time my parents had left me behind. And I knew that if I contacted them, they would either come back for me or book me a return ticket. But every time I reappeared, safe and sound, their brief flicker of guilt would vanish. Even once, when I told them I almost got lost and taken by strangers, they just told me to stick closer next time I went out. Many times, I wondered if they hated me. Later, I learned it wasn’t hate, just a lack of love. It was barely a fraction of what Victoria and Daniel received. After all, I was just an extra kid, with no special qualities, no reason to keep around. What right did I have to be compared to them? Maria, the guesthouse owner’s wife, was a young woman from the South. When she heard my story, and then that I was the third child in my family, she looked at me with a complex expression and sighed softly. “Working here doesn’t pay much. It’s just sixty bucks a day, but it includes room and board. Are you okay with that?” I stared at her, astonished, then nodded with all my strength. Just being taken in was a luxury, and to get paid? I never expected that. I already had it all planned out. Once I saved up enough money, maybe next holiday, I could go see the ocean down south for real!

“Alright, come on, let’s get to work! First, let’s put up the New Year’s banners!” Mr. Peterson’s voice pulled me back to reality. I looked up at him, incredulous. “I’m allowed to put up the banners?” He frowned, as if he wanted to roll his eyes, but held back. “What’s ‘allowed’ got to do with it? Just get it done quickly so we can eat.” I took the new banners. The red paper smelled of fresh ink, but holding them, it felt unreal. At home, setting up for the holidays – putting up decorations, hanging lanterns – it all had rules. My brother, being the boy, was always the one allowed to do it. My sister, with her good grades and pretty face, was deemed worthy of that honor. I carefully put up the banners. As soon as I finished, a hand pulled me inside. The dining table was laden with steaming dumplings, and a group of people were huddled together, yet they’d left a space for me. I froze. During holidays growing up, I was always stuck in the kitchen helping out with a group of relatives, waiting for everyone else to finish eating before it was our turn. Most times, I wasn’t even allowed to sit at the main table. “Eat, what are you staring at?” Maria put a dumpling in my bowl. Their warmth enveloped me, and as I ate the dumplings, I slowly joined in their conversation. Outside, the kids were setting off sparklers, crackling brightly. Maria pulled out two boxes of small sparklers from a cabinet and handed them to me. “Go play.” I was a little surprised. “I don’t need to work?” “It’s New Year’s, we don’t clean today. We’ll do it tomorrow morning. Go have fun today,” Maria said, smiling as she nudged me. Seeing their insistence, I stepped outside. Watching the kids, much younger than me, freely running around in the night, I couldn’t help but smile. Truth be told, I didn’t like New Year’s. I was never the “golden child” everyone talked about, and in those bustling gatherings, even quietly breathing in a corner felt wrong. But I found that celebrating the holidays away from home for the first time actually felt… freer. Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly checked it. It was a message from the family SnapChat group. My family had posted a group photo. I held my phone for a long time, waiting for Mom and Dad to ask where I was. I let out a long breath, unsure if it was disappointment or a strange sense of relief. I tapped on the photo. Everyone was gathered around Grandma and Grandpa, with Daniel and Victoria standing on either side, smiling brightly. Without me, the picture seemed even more harmonious. Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my back. A thick coat was draped over my shoulders. I turned around. It was Maria. She looked from my phone screen to my face. “Sweetie, are you thinking about home?”

Before I could answer, Maria began to ramble. “My family is from the South too, and I was also the third child.” “Unlike you, I had two older sisters and a younger brother. At home, the holidays were the worst.” “We didn’t have much money, so new clothes always went to my sisters and my brother first. My sisters’ hand-me-downs would eventually come to me. My brother? Well, he was a boy, so he always got new things.” She paused, as if remembering something, then laughed. “Good thing I married far away. I didn’t have to go back home and endure that kind of treatment anymore.” … Listening to Maria’s story, my eyes welled up without me realizing it. But I knew that you shouldn’t cry on New Year’s, or you’d cry all year. I could only look up at the sky, where there was nothing, but my eyes still felt dry and strained. “I guess it’s not that I don’t want to go home.” “It’s just that… I feel a bit like an extra at home. Maybe it’s better not to go back and just cause more trouble.” The following days at the guesthouse were simple and fulfilling, filled with busy work. It wasn’t until the sixth day of the New Year that I received my first message on my phone. I nervously pulled it out, and when I saw it wasn’t from Mom or Dad, but from Jessica, a cousin I wasn’t particularly close to, I couldn’t describe the feeling. Still, I tapped on the chat. “You didn’t have a fight with your parents, did you? I didn’t see you when we went to visit today. I didn’t dare say anything, afraid of causing an argument.” Even through the screen, I could imagine her eager expression, waiting for some drama. “Honestly, you too, there’s no need to constantly compare yourself to your brother and sister. They’re good-looking, smart, and obedient. What do you have to compete with them?” I stared at the words, about to type out the truth. *I was left behind by Mom and Dad in the North.* *I never wanted to compete with Daniel or Victoria.* But before I hit send, I deleted every single word. What would it prove? They might even get upset that my absence ruined their holiday mood if they found out. Better to pretend I didn’t know, and just finish my winter job. Earn some money. Next time they forgot my allowance, I wouldn’t have to go hungry. But I never expected that on the eighth day of the New Year, I would see Aunt Carol and Jessica visiting the guesthouse. They were surprised to see me, wearing an apron and wiping tables, but they still greeted me warmly. “What are you doing here?” “Working here for the winter break,” I said honestly. Aunt Carol looked incredulous. “Your family comes from a pretty well-off background, why do you need to work a winter job?” She added, “I’ll call your parents later and ask them about it.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t. Aunt Carol and Jessica stayed for three days, and I was on edge for all three. Even as I cleaned their vacated room, I still hadn’t received any messages from Mom or Dad. I gave a self-mocking laugh. Of course. I was old enough now; I should know the difference between empty promises and genuine care. Back then, if Aunt Carol ran into Victoria on the street, she’d immediately call my parents. “Your daughter is so pretty, why let her go out alone? You should spend more time with her, what if she gets taken?” For my matters, it was always “later” or “next time.” When I was little, I used to hope. Later, I thought I had gotten used to it. But at this moment, I realized I still hoped.

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The night Autumn and I got engaged. She was dragged into the restroom and raped. I heard everything from the men’s room. Autumn’s cries were utterly desperate. Her pleas for help were ear-splitting. After I left the restroom. I even saw the man who raped her, a satisfied smirk on his face, pull up his pants and walk away. After that night. Autumn had a mental breakdown, always talking nonsense. Half a month later. The doctors said there was no effective treatment. And I asked Autumn’s family to call off the engagement. In the hospital room. Liam, Autumn’s brother, clenched his fist and punched me in the face. His eyes burned with pure fury, a murderous glint flashing as he grabbed my collar. “You animal, are you even human?” “My sister is like this because she was raped.” “Instead of finding the man who did this to get justice for her.” “You’re backing out, wanting to call off the engagement and abandon her.” “Are you even a man?” … Liam’s shouts were loud. His spit landed on my face. But I didn’t argue back. It was as if I was silently agreeing. “My daughter has always been sweet and sensible since she was a child.” “She chose you out of thousands.” “How could you let her suffer such a wrong?” Eleanor, Autumn’s mother, cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she glared at me. Especially when she turned around and saw her daughter lying on the bed, staring blankly. Her inner rage had nowhere to go. She walked up and slapped me hard, twice. “Alex, if you’re a man.” “Then find the bastard who raped my Autumn!” Watching Eleanor’s tear-streaked face. I gently shook my head. “I want to call off the engagement.” Liam, standing nearby, suddenly lunged, grabbing my throat. “You piece of trash!” “You want to abandon my sister?” Eleanor pointed a trembling finger at me. “Autumn used to say she was so lucky.” “She found the man who loved her most, besides her family.” “Is this how you love her?” I glanced at Autumn on the hospital bed. Then, my voice flat, I said, “Eleanor, I’m heartbroken about what happened to Autumn, but since it’s already happened, we have to accept reality.” “What reality are you talking about?” “You think my sister is ‘dirty’?” “So you’re calling off the engagement?” “Is that it?” Liam roared at me, his voice like thunder. The look in his eyes right then. He wanted to tear me apart and swallow me whole! Eleanor glared at me intensely. When I nodded. She couldn’t hold back anymore and lunged at me, clawing and screaming. I instinctively tried to dodge. But Liam had my throat. I couldn’t move. Immediately after. Eleanor scratched at my face like a madwoman. I felt a stinging, burning pain all over my face. But compared to the pain on my face. My heart hurt more! Eleanor finally stopped when she saw my face covered in blood. A nurse came in and saw me. She nervously asked if I wanted to call the police. Liam snorted, asking, “You animal, are you going to call the police?” I looked at the nurse and gently shook my head. “You’re bleeding a lot…” “None of your damn business!” Liam scared the nurse away. Just then. The hospital room door opened again. Richard, Autumn’s father, walked in, his face grim. “Dad, this bastard wants to call off the engagement with Autumn!” “He thinks she’s dirty; he wants to abandon her!” Liam immediately tattled to his father. Richard grabbed a chair and, without a word, slammed it into my back. I fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. “Ah!” Autumn on the bed suddenly let out a terrified scream. “Sweetie, don’t be scared.” Eleanor immediately rushed over and hugged her daughter tightly. “Mom, he… how is he here?”

Autumn pointed at me. Her eyes filled with panic and fear. Eleanor thought her daughter was angry that I wanted to call off the engagement. “Sweetie, your father is teaching this scum a lesson!” Richard grabbed the chair again, ready to hit me. I was in too much pain to straighten up. Completely unable to resist. “No…” Autumn cried out loudly to stop him. But the chair was already coming down. *Bang!* The thick chair shattered with a thud. And I coughed up blood from the impact. “Dad, don’t hit my husband!” Autumn cried out, her eyes red. “This scumbag isn’t your husband!” Richard said coldly. Then. He walked up to me, knelt down, grabbed my collar, and stared at me with a gaze like a bottomless pit. “Do you know why I’m hitting you?” I didn’t speak. The intense pain made me tremble constantly. “It’s not because you want to break off the engagement with my daughter.” “And it’s certainly not because you want to abandon her.” “It’s because… you’re not human!” He paused. Richard then shared his findings. Apparently, on the night of the engagement. When Autumn was raped. I was actually in the men’s room. A hotel cleaner saw me. In other words. I most likely saw the man who raped Autumn. “Is… is that true?” “He saw him?” Eleanor couldn’t help but rush to her husband. “That’s right.” “He definitely saw him.” Richard said with certainty. “Why did you tell the police you didn’t see the culprit?” Eleanor yanked my hair. Her expression was unusually fierce. “It must have been someone he knew.” “But that person is someone he can’t afford to cross.” “So he didn’t dare tell the police.” “Afraid of retaliation!” Richard said chillingly. “Is that it?!” Eleanor demanded, her voice full of rage. I was in too much pain to speak. But facing their questions. I still forced myself to answer, despite the intense pain. “I… I didn’t see the culprit!” “You’re lying!” Richard stared at me with icy eyes. “The hotel cleaner said so.” “She saw you coming out of the restroom then.” “And another man leaving in a different direction.” “You one hundred percent saw the culprit!” “Why are you afraid to say it?” As Richard finished speaking. Liam suddenly walked over, grabbed my collar, and forcibly pulled me to my feet. Then, without asking a single question. He repeatedly punched me in the face. I was almost unconscious. Only then did he roar at me. “You bastard, just tell us!” “Who was that man?!” Seeing my silence. Liam grew even angrier. “You won’t say, huh?” “I’ll kill you!” The next second. Liam’s face twisted into a snarl as he clamped his hands tightly around my neck. This time, it wasn’t a threat. He genuinely wanted to kill me! I could feel his hands squeezing with all his might!

In mere seconds. The lack of air almost made me pass out. “I want to fly!” At that critical moment. Autumn’s words caught the family’s attention. When they looked over. It nearly scared the life out of them. Autumn had somehow gotten out of bed. She was leaning out the window. Her upper body already dangling outside. “Sweetie!” “Autumn!” They cried out, their faces pale with terror, rushing over to pull Autumn back in. And I got a brief moment to breathe. Seizing the opportunity while their attention was elsewhere. I immediately endured the pain and left the hospital room. That afternoon, my parents came to the hospital to see me. When they learned I supposedly saw the culprit. They all looked at me in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell the police who the culprit was?” “Why did you let Autumn suffer like this?” “Are you even a man?” Seeing the disappointment in my parents’ eyes. I turned my head and remained silent. “Having a son like you.” “It’s a disgrace to our family name, Michael!” My dad angrily got up and left. My mom stayed. But her attitude towards me was noticeably different afterward. I didn’t explain anything about it. The next day. Liam came to see me first thing in the morning. He didn’t hit or curse at me like yesterday. He had clearly changed his strategy. “Alex, you didn’t call the police, did you?” When I shook my head. He let out a long sigh of relief. “Yesterday, our family was a little emotional.” “But you have to understand, the person hurt is our beloved family member.” “We can’t bear for her to suffer any harm, do you understand?” I nodded: “I understand.” “Good then.” Liam sat by my hospital bed. He lit a cigarette. “You don’t mind, do you?” “It’s fine.” Liam took a few deep drags. “Last night, my sister’s mind cleared up a little.” “She said she called you then.” “You picked up, but you didn’t say anything.” “Is that true?” I hummed in affirmation. “Yes, that’s true.” “Then why didn’t you tell the police?” “I forgot.” Liam frowned. “Did you hear her calling for help on the phone?” “I did.” “Then why didn’t you go save her?” “I was drunk at the time and thought she was joking with me.” “You bastard!” Liam’s veins pulsed on his face. He glared at me fiercely: “If you had only believed my sister then, maybe she wouldn’t have been raped. You’re the one who ruined her!” “I’m sorry for what I did to her.” “Since even you know you wronged her, I advise you not to mention calling off the engagement again.” “Also, once you’ve recovered from your injuries, personally go apologize to my parents.” “I’ll think about it.” “Do you even need to think about this?!” Liam was already itching to lay his hands on me again. But then my phone rang. I answered and asked, “Can you recover call recordings?”

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I have a good friend, Elena Cooper, who insists on being against marriage. However, when she accompanied me to undergo IVF, she snatched the sperm I had chosen. Seeing this, I knew she had been reborn too. In my past life, I wanted to have a mixed-race baby, so I went for IVF. At that time, Elena mocked me, saying I was raising a child for a foreigner and called me an idiot. But half a month later, I was taken abroad. It turned out the sperm I chose belonged to Andrew Miller, a foreign prince with eight nationalities mixed. Andrew not only wanted to marry me but also promised our child would inherit the royal family. Later, my child and I were highly valued by the royal family, and the jewelry I wore was so much it almost bent my waist. Meanwhile, Elena, due to excessively promoting feminism, angered her partners, got fired by the company, and was blacklisted in the entire industry. When we were hosting a first birthday party for my son, Elena spent all her savings on a ticket to come find me. But when I went to greet her, she actually dropped my son to his death and splashed concentrated sulfuric acid on me. She cursed, “Why are you so lucky? You don’t deserve it, you bitch!” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I asked Elena to accompany me for IVF. ***** Elena said, “I really want to have a mixed-race baby, so I want this mixed-race sperm.” She always claimed to be against marriage and said having kids was a waste of life. But now, she pushed me away, not letting me get close to the iPad displaying the sperm information. Seeing Elena’s excited expression, I knew she had been reborn too. Seeing me staring at the iPad in her hand without speaking, Elena rolled her eyes impatiently. She said, “It’s just a mixed-race sperm. There are other sperm here too. As a good friend, why are you so petty?” “You don’t even know the information about this sperm donor. I’m helping you eliminate risks.” If Elena could control her smile, her words might be a bit more believable. But her eyes were full of excitement, unable to hide her smile. I shook my head, then suddenly, as if I had figured it out, said, “Elena, I think you’re right. Having kids is a waste of life. So, I’m not planning to have any.” Hearing my words, Elena looked at me in confusion. “Really? But didn’t you insist on having a child before because you knew who the owner of this sperm was?” Elena thought I wanted to have a child because I knew the identity of the sperm donor, but she didn’t know I was just trying to complete the task my mom assigned me. I had no idea that sperm belonged to Andrew. As if discovering a secret, Elena’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red with excitement. Hearing me say I wouldn’t proceed with the IVF, the staff looked a bit shocked. She reminded me, “Ms. Sanchez, you already paid a $30,000 deposit when booking your slot. If you want to book again, it’ll cost $100,000. Are you sure you don’t want to go through with it?” I quickly shook my head and firmly said, “I’m sure.” Hearing me say that, Elena immediately told the staff to bring the contract quickly. As for the part about explaining IVF precautions and risk notifications, she skipped it entirely. Elena said, “I’m just having a child. I have a feeling the father of my child will be someone important. As long as I give birth to him, I’ll have endless wealth for a lifetime.” I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Of course, I knew why she was so confident. That’s because in my previous life, after choosing this sperm, Andrew found me half a month later and took me back to his country for a grand wedding, while her life kept getting worse. Elena attributed the difference between her and my experiences to a matter of opportunity. So in this life, the first thing she did was snatch the sperm I was going to choose and become a princess. Soon, Elena signed the contract. As soon as she walked out of the lab, she sent her resignation to the company. I looked at her in surprise. Elena, however, sneered and said, “I have a feeling that it won’t be long before I reach the peak of my life.” “You don’t plan to have kids and only have a low-paying job, so just wait to be someone who works hard their whole life.” After saying that, she turned and left without hesitation, then took a cab to a luxury mall. Watching Elena’s smug back, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my heart, I said, “Elena, do you want to be a princess? Then I wish you well. When you learn the truth, I hope you can still laugh like you did today.”

After Elena resigned, all her work was assigned to me by our boss. While I was busy, my colleagues suddenly exclaimed. A girl said, “Elena, you’re so different today.” I looked up and saw Elena walking into the office with designer bags in both hands. She proudly raised her head, touched her belly, and said, “This is nothing. My son is about to inherit a country.” Everyone immediately thought Elena had gone crazy. After all, previously in the company, no matter who was dating or getting married, Elena would always mock them. She thought those people were crazy and said having kids was not as worthwhile as investing in oneself. But in just a few days, Elena suddenly announced she was pregnant. However, when colleagues heard that Elena had already sold her house, they kindly advised her. A woman said, “How could someone with status donate sperm? Elena, don’t be fooled.” Elena immediately rolled her eyes. She said, “Do you think I’m as dumb as Athena? How could I possibly not know who the father is and still go for IVF?” “If I had her brains, I would have been ashamed enough to kill myself.” Then, Elena took a stack of invitations out of her bag and tossed them onto my desk. She said, “In five days, my husband will come to pick me up. Come to this location, and I’ll show you the world.” After saying that, she turned and left with an arrogant expression. Everyone was already busy with work, and her commotion made them all very upset. A female colleague said, “Athena, isn’t Elena your good friend? Has she gone crazy? How could she imagine a wealthy husband?” “Besides, how much money could someone who donates sperm have? Where does her strong sense of superiority come from?” Another female colleague chimed in, “She even sold her house and bought a bunch of luxury clothes and bags. How will she raise her child later? When I was preparing for pregnancy before, she even scolded me.” Elena’s behavior annoyed everyone, and they all urged me to cut ties with someone so irrational. But not long after, Elena shared a high-end hotel’s location in the company group chat. She also sent a message: [This Saturday, my husband will host a banquet here. Make sure to come. This is one of your rare chances to experience high society.] Everyone didn’t expect that Elena had truly become distinguished and was living a superior life. That high-end hotel is famously expensive in the entire city. Even a bottle of mineral water there can sell for thousands of dollars. Elena’s Instagram is full of photos showing off her wealth, and she even tagged me in every single one. In the photos, she’s wearing custom-made luxury jewelry, smiling smugly. A trace of gloom flashed in my eyes, and I let out a cold snort. I said to myself, “Go ahead and laugh. It won’t be long before you can’t.” That Saturday, my coworkers dragged me to the hotel. A female colleague said, “I don’t believe Elena could be so lucky to pick a billionaire’s sperm. She was so arrogant slandering you before. We have to go and see.” As soon as we arrived at the hotel entrance, we saw a photo of Elena with a foreign man. When she saw me, Elena smugly clung to the man’s arm and walked toward me. She said, “Isn’t this my broke little friend? I thought you wouldn’t come.” “After all, you don’t have my eye for spotting wealth, so you couldn’t pick the right sperm for IVF. You must be really jealous of me, right?” Elena’s eyes are indeed “sharp,” so sharp that she didn’t even notice the man beside her had no love in his gaze for her. So, I smiled faintly and said, “No, I’m really happy for you.”

Elena formally introduced her husband to us, the foreign prince Andrew. She said, “My husband said as soon as my child is born, he’ll make him the heir. You still have time to win my favor.” “Otherwise, with just one word from me, your company will go bankrupt. Athena, by then, you’ll be out of a job too.” Everyone could clearly sense that something was wrong. However, Elena was still immersed in her dream. Colleague Sophie Hall pulled me aside while Elena was showing off to the other colleagues. She said, “What prince would donate sperm? Besides, their hierarchy is so strict, how could they let a prince marry a foreign woman and have their child inherit the throne?” However, Andrew was indeed very generous to Elena. Elena just threw a tantrum, feeling that her jewelry was too light. In just half an hour, a haute couture designer personally arrived on-site to design and create jewelry for her. Seeing everyone’s envious looks, Elena became even more smug. In my past life, Andrew treated me the same way. I just had a little morning sickness, but he got so nervous and called the world’s top doctors with a single phone call. But, like Sophie, I was very confused inside. Andrew and I had never met before. How could he treat me so well just because I was carrying his child? Even the entire royal family treated me like a treasure? I’m just an ordinary person. Besides carrying Andrew’s child, there’s nothing about me that deserves their special attention. So, I kept paying attention secretly and finally discovered that secret. Unfortunately, Elena is now lost in the sweet trap of sudden wealth and has no mind to think further. A kind colleague advised her to be careful, but she scolded that colleague. She said, “You’re just jealous of me. I’m beautiful, independent, and smart. What’s wrong with my husband falling in love with me at first sight?” Andrew also made a heartfelt confession to Elena in front of all of us in broken English. He gently stroked Elena’s belly, but his eyes revealed a hint of madness that only I noticed. Seeing me staring at Andrew, Elena got angry instantly. She rushed over, pushed me down, and angrily threw her shoe at my face, hitting my forehead. Elena scolded, “Athena, how shameless can you be? Why are you staring at my husband?” Just as she was about to keep hitting me, Andrew sternly restrained her. He said, “You’re pregnant, you can’t mess around. If the baby is gone, I’ll kill you.” Everyone could see that, in Andrew’s eyes, the baby was clearly more important than Elena. But Elena truly has something wrong with her mind. She said, “See how much my husband loves me. He even said he’d kill me if we lost our child. He values our fruit of love so much.” When she mentioned “fruit of love,” Andrew’s eyes clearly revealed strong disgust. While Elena was being held by Andrew, my colleagues quickly helped me up. They originally wanted to scold Elena, but since she really seemed to be becoming a princess, they didn’t dare. In the end, I waved my hand and said, “Let’s not bother with her.” I silently added in my heart, “Because nine months later, she will live in great pain.”

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I, Rebecca Greene, let my sister Emily Greene go to my haute couture dress shop to pick a wedding dress. Before leaving, she was stopped by the intern Stella Fuller, who demanded three million dollars for the dress. Helpless, she had to mention my name. “I’m the boss’s younger sister, I don’t need to pay for the dress.” Stella rolled her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. Our boss doesn’t even have a sister!” “Looks like you can’t afford it, huh?” With that, she directly blocked Emily, looking impatient. “I’ll give you one last chance: either pay up immediately, or I’ll tear your dress right now and make you walk out naked!” Emily was stunned and hurriedly called me. When I rushed to the store in a panic, I heard Mila Brown, the store manager who had worked with me for years, respectfully standing behind Stella and warning Emily, “I suggest you be smart. The woman in front of you is our boss’s wife!” “Cross her, and you won’t end well!” Before the words finished, Stella stepped on Emily’s face and looked down, saying, “You actually dared to impersonate me? You’ve got some nerve!” My hand froze on the doorknob. Then, I immediately cut off the access to my husband Vincent Simpson’s supplementary card and dialed his number. I angrily said, “Have I been too good to you? Or have I given you too much money, letting you afford to keep a woman outside?” ***** When I received Emily’s call, I was about to drive back to the dress shop. I asked in confusion, “What did you say? That new intern Stella Fuller claimed she’s the wife of the shop owner?” I smiled and shook my head. “Didn’t you tell her you’re my sister?” The next second, a crisp slap sound came through the phone, followed by Emily’s scream. I realized something was wrong and immediately shouted her name into the phone. But what responded to me was Stella’s ranting. “This shop belongs to my husband!” “Wouldn’t I know if my husband had a sister?” Mila’s voice followed closely, laced with a mocking tone. “Let me tell you the truth.” “Today, you’ve messed with the wrong person.” “This shop belongs to Mr. Simpson, and the woman in front of you is his wife!” “If you want to skip the bill, at least come up with a decent excuse!” Their arrogant conversation made me feel a bit uneasy. On our wedding anniversary a week ago, Vincent, who never gets involved in my dress shop business, suddenly begged me for a favor. He said, “A neighbor’s daughter from my hometown just graduated from college and can’t find a job. “Her mom reached out to me the other day asking for help. Remembering our old ties, I agreed right away. “Honey, can she work at your shop?” As if afraid I might refuse, he hurriedly raised four fingers and swore to me. He said, “I promise, this girl is really smart and hardworking. “You’ll definitely be satisfied!” I didn’t think much and agreed. I sent Stella’s information to my most trusted Mila. At that moment, Emily’s call was suddenly cut off, and the last thing I heard was Stella’s angry yelling. Thinking of this, I quickly asked the driver to drive while pulling up the store’s surveillance footage. The image gradually became clear. At this moment, Emily was being violently pinned to the ground by Stella, slapped one after another. Emily hit while saying, “You wore clothes from our store without paying, this is theft!” “Women like you who only know how to steal deserve a beating!” Emily struggled desperately but still couldn’t resist Stella’s brute force. What made me even angrier was that Mila, who had been with me for three years, had now become Stella’s accomplice. She crouched beside Emily, flipping through the ledger nonstop. She said, “I just roughly calculated the accounts from the past three months. “This b*tch took over a dozen dresses from our store, worth a total of millions of dollars.” Hearing this, Stella’s anger instantly exploded. She grabbed Emily by the neck. “You say you’re my husband’s sister? “What sister? “What’s your relationship? Before I came to the store, how much more did you take from here?” The scene made me tremble with anger. Seeing Emily’s swollen cheeks, my heart ached, and I could barely breathe. At the same time, I called Vincent. I want to ask him why the so-called sensible sister he mentioned has now turned into a shrew and even dares to impersonate me. The call was quickly answered. Vincent’s tone was cheerful. “Honey, shouldn’t you be working on your design sketches at this time?” “How do you have time to call me?” “Miss me?” I took a deep breath and said coldly, “Vincent, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Stella?” “Why is she claiming to be your wife?” The other side suddenly went silent, so quiet that I could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of static. This silence completely ignited my anger. I spoke bluntly, “Vincent, answer me!” “Have I been too lenient with you? Giving you the time and money to keep another woman outside?” Vincent chuckled lightly. “Rebecca, after all these years of marriage, do you still not trust me?” “Alright, I don’t have time to joke with you now. I have a meeting to attend.” After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, it was already unreachable.

At this moment, anger consumed all my reason. Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed the secretary’s number. “Cancel Vincent’s vice president position and have him pack up and leave immediately.” “And also, freeze his secondary card access immediately.” I’ve always loved designing dresses, but I can’t manage both the company and the dress shop at the same time. Thankfully, with Vincent’s help, I had the energy to focus on what I love. To thank him, I promoted him to vice president of the company despite opposition from other managers. I even gave him a supplementary credit card under my name, letting him use it freely. The beautiful memories of the past make me wonder if my actions just now were too impulsive. “Ms. Greene, we’ve arrived,” the driver’s voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I quickly pushed open the car door and rushed into the store. The few people inside were all stunned. Stella glared at me impatiently. “Who gave you permission to barge in like this?” “Don’t you even know how to knock?” I ignored her and walked straight toward Emily, who was curled up on the ground. She suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down. “Rebecca, you’re finally here!” “What on earth is going on? Who exactly is Stella?” Her voice was weak, but Stella still heard it. She looked at me with more fierceness in her eyes. “You’re this bitch’s sister?” Mila was even more surprised. “Ms. Greene, I didn’t expect her to be your sister.” As she spoke, there was a hint of disdain. “I know you have talent in design, but you can’t just bring your family to take clothes from our store for free, can you?” I let out a cold snort, pretended to help Emily up, pointed at her injuries, and spoke coldly, “Did you do this?” Mila’s expression flickered, she swallowed and forced herself to stay calm, saying, “You should be glad I didn’t call the police to arrest her!” “Do you know how many haute couture dresses she stole from the store under your name?” “And she even dared to claim she’s Mr. Simpson’s sister!” At this point, she openly spat on the ground beside Emily. She cursed, “You’re shameless!” “Know your place, how dare you lie in front of the real Mrs. Simpson!” After being flattered like this, Stella’s expression grew even more arrogant. She first gave me a disdainful once-over, then fixed her gaze straight on my handbag. She demanded sharply, “Where did you get this bag?” I followed her gaze downward. “Do I need to explain to you?” “And also, who told you this store belongs to Vincent?” This dress shop was founded after I earned my first paycheck. I poured my heart and soul into this place. Suddenly, I realized the problem. “Is it because Vincent is the legal owner of this shop that you think it belongs to him?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s the case, then I need to clarify something. “This shop is…” “Answer me!” Stella suddenly interrupted me, “Where did this bag come from?” Her whole face turned red with anger. “Speak up! “Rebecca! Answer me!” Facing her questioning, I stood up straight. “This bag was a gift from my husband.” Stella angrily said, “You’re lying!” As she spoke, she grabbed my hair. “This bag is stolen by you!” “You thief!” “No wonder your sister dared to steal from my store! Turns out your whole family are thieves!” “Today, I’ll beat you two bitches to death!”

I worried about Emily getting hurt again, so I didn’t fight back fiercely, letting the nails scrape my cheek, leaving a few burning scratches. Seeing me injured, Emily ignored her own pain and fought back directly. I also seized the opportunity and slapped Stella hard a few times. Stella couldn’t take on the two of us. So she desperately shouted at Mila, “Are you blind?” “Didn’t you see them ganging up to bully me?” “Hurry up and help me!” Mila’s expression froze when her name was suddenly called, especially when she met my sharp gaze, her movements visibly hesitated. I said coldly, “Mila, you idiot!” “Did you forget who gave you Stella’s information?” “And also, since you started working here, have you seen any other leaders besides me?” Hearing this, Mila instantly became nervous. After hearing my words, Stella gradually stopped her actions. She gasped and said, “Stop talking nonsense!” “This store belongs to my husband, Vincent.” “If it weren’t for this, I wouldn’t have worked in a place like this!” But Mila said tremblingly, “However, back then, your information was given to me by Rebecca.” Since I started this dress shop, many people have rushed to apply because of the good benefits, including daughters of several business partners. But I turned them all down as unsuitable. The reason is simple, none of them submitted the required documents to me. So when Vincent sent Stella’s information, I agreed right away. The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became tense because of Mila’s words. She stepped back helplessly, with a hint of fear in her eyes. Meanwhile, Stella widened her eyes, breathing heavily. “What did you say?” “I understand!” She paused, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and shoved me hard into the clothing rack behind me while I was distracted. She stepped closer to me. “Speak! Are you seducing my husband behind my back?” “You bitch! So you’re the mistress!” Mila seemed to have an epiphany and blurted out, “So that’s it!” Stella snatched my bag and slammed it hard on the ground, but she still wasn’t satisfied. She even stepped on the bag. “This bag was supposed to be my birthday gift from Vincent!” “How did it end up being yours?” “You must have seduced him to make him give the gift to you!” “A homewrecker and a thief, you two really are sisters!” With Mila’s interference, I still had to protect Emily behind me, making it even harder to act. But Stella seemed to have caught on to this, constantly pulling my hair. I could even hear the sound of my scalp tearing. Suddenly, the door was flung open. A steady and authoritative voice rang out, “Stop it, all of you!” “Where is the caller Rebecca?”

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I was born with a shadow. It wasn’t mine; it belonged to my twin sister, who died shortly after birth. To appease it, my parents forced me from a young age to wear dresses I hated and speak in a soft, delicate voice. To make it happy, the night before my most important piano competition, they locked my door and made me listen to terrifying stories in the dark all night. To fulfill its wishes, on my eighteenth birthday, they destroyed all my college acceptance letters and sent me to a strict boarding dance academy. Until I married my psychologist, Dr. Alistair Vance. He gently told me I would get better. That day, he held my latest brain scan, the love in his eyes almost melting me. He softly caressed the large shadow on the film and smiled at me. “Sweetie, your brain is nourishing it beautifully. It will soon fully occupy this body.” “Then, you can peacefully join your sister.” Dr. Alistair Vance’s voice was soft, but every word felt like a poison-tipped needle, piercing deep into my heart. Those eyes, which I once adored, were now filled with a sickening expectation. My stomach churned violently. “You’re joking, right?” I finally managed to squeeze out a question, needing to confirm it again. Alistair didn’t answer directly. Instead, he carefully tucked the CT scan back into the manila envelope. Then, he walked over to me, crouched down, and looked me directly in the eye. “This is not a joke.” “This is our shared anticipation, your parents’ wish for over twenty years, and a testament to my love.” An icy dread shot up from my feet to the crown of my head. Alistair reached out, intending to touch my cheek. I flinched back sharply, avoiding his touch. His hand froze mid-air, the smile vanishing from his face. “Sweetie, don’t be scared.” “This process won’t be painful at all. Afterward, you’ll go to a place without pain, to be reunited with your sister.” He spoke so casually, so matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing something trivial that happened every day. All his years of meticulous care for me. It was all a lie. “No…” My legs felt like jelly, numb and weak. But I couldn’t show it now. Because here, in front of him, I was no match. I lowered my head, feigning submission. “I… I’m just a little scared.” Hearing the slight softening in my tone, Alistair’s voice immediately turned gentle. He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you.” He picked up a glass of warm milk from the bedside table and held it to my lips. “It’s getting late. Drink some milk and get some rest.” Looking at the white liquid near his lips, I felt a wave of nausea. But I could only obey. “Okay.” A sickeningly sweet, cloying warmth slid down my throat, and Alistair smiled, satisfied. He took the empty glass from my hand and left a goodnight kiss on my forehead. “Alright, go to sleep now.” “Goodnight.” The moment he left, I bolted straight to the bathroom, knelt before the toilet, and forced myself to throw up. Only when my stomach was completely empty did I collapse, exhausted, onto the cold tile floor. I looked at myself in the mirror, pale-faced, hair disheveled. Suddenly, a chilling thought crept into my mind. I had lost. I had been utterly defeated from the moment I was born. But I absolutely refused to accept this fate.

The next day, when I woke up, Alistair had already made breakfast. Everything seemed normal. If it hadn’t been for yesterday’s revelation, I almost would have believed it was just a nightmare. “Come eat.” I suppressed the urge to run, sitting down stiffly. “This afternoon, we’re going to your parents’ house. They said they miss you.” My heart sank. But… “Okay.” I softly agreed, trying to keep my voice sounding normal. Alistair’s face lit up with a delighted expression. “Wonderful, they’ll be so happy to hear the news.” I looked up, feigning confusion, and asked Alistair, “What news?” “Why, that your condition has had a breakthrough, of course.” “They’ve invested so much; it’s time they saw a return.” His words instantly took me back to the past. I suddenly remembered my days at the dance academy. Waking up before dawn every day, being forcibly bent by the instructors, crying myself to sleep every night. Tears and sweat—that was my entire three years of memory. I had questioned them countless times, asking why they treated me that way. They simply replied with the vague phrase, “It’s all for your own good.” Now I understood. They simply wanted to train a body worthy of their precious daughter. I took a deep breath, suppressing the hatred that surged in my heart. “After breakfast, I want to go for a walk. I’ve been feeling a bit cooped up lately.” “Great! I’ll come with you.” I quickly waved my hand, refusing Alistair. “I want to be alone, just in the apartment complex garden.” Alistair looked at me, saying nothing. I lowered my head, not daring to meet his gaze, my heart pounding. Finally, he spoke. “Alright, but come back soon. We’re leaving at noon.” A tight knot in my chest loosened a little. After breakfast, I changed and prepared to leave. As I reached the entryway, I instinctively reached for my phone and keys. “Looking for these?” Alistair’s voice came from behind me. I turned, meeting his gaze as he held my phone. “I charged it for you last night after you fell asleep.” I took the phone he handed me; the screen was still on. For some reason, I felt a subtle unease. “Where are my keys?” “I put them away.” He said to me casually, “Our home has smart locks, so you don’t need keys.” “But…” Before I could finish, Alistair cut me off. “Enough!” His voice held a hint of impatience. “Go on, don’t keep me waiting too long.” With that, he turned and walked to the living room, picking up a psychology textbook. I tentatively pressed the handle of the fingerprint lock. “Password incorrect.” Alistair had changed the password and deleted my fingerprint. He was now engrossed in his book, seemingly oblivious to my movements. I walked over to him, forcing a smile. “Alistair, the password’s wrong.” He looked up, a contrite expression on his face. “I’m sorry, Sweetie, I changed the password yesterday and forgot to tell you.” As he spoke, he took out his phone and tapped a few times. “There, try again.” With a mix of hope and skepticism, I typed in my original birthday password. “Verification successful.” The door opened. Standing in the doorway, I couldn’t take a single step. I could feel Alistair’s gaze burning into my back. He was just using this method to tell me. He could lock me in, or let me out, whenever he pleased. Everything was under his control. “Why aren’t you going?” I turned around; he had put down his book and was watching me. “I suddenly… don’t want to go out.” I closed the door and watched him walk closer, step by step. “Then stay home with me.” Alistair opened his arms. I hesitated for a moment, then submissively leaned into his embrace. My plan had failed. What was I going to do? Soon, he would take me back to that so-called home. I had no way to save myself. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something. On the coffee table behind Alistair, lay a fruit knife… Its blade reflected a cold gleam in the light.

The knife stood upright in the fruit bowl, as if pointing the way for me. A terrifying idea instantly sparked in my mind. Clinging to Alistair’s arm, my body trembled involuntarily. My voice broke, sounding fragile and helpless. “I’m still a little scared, Alistair.” Alistair’s body stiffened for a moment, then he gently patted my back. “It’s okay, Sweetie. Soon, you’ll be free.” I continued my act. “But I don’t want to leave you, or Mom and Dad.” A flicker of emotion crossed Alistair’s face. He cupped my cheek. “We’ll always remember you, Sweetie.” I suddenly pushed him away and lunged towards the coffee table. Grabbing the knife. “Sweetie, what are you doing!” Alistair’s voice immediately turned anxious. I gripped the fruit knife tightly, pointing the tip at my own neck. “Get away!” My voice was hoarse from screaming. Alistair looked at me, his face initially fearful, but a moment later, he sneered. “Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared?” He pulled a small remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. In an instant, my limbs felt weak, and the fruit knife clattered to the floor. My body became limp and powerless. “What… what did you do to me?” Alistair slowly walked towards me, looking at me with utter contempt. “A small precautionary measure.” Alistair adjusted his collar, his impeccable facade snapping back into place. “It’s getting late, we should leave.” He picked me up from the floor. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t move, only allowing him to manipulate me. I could only watch as he picked me up and tossed me into the passenger seat like a sack of trash.

The air in the car was so oppressive it was suffocating. Alistair turned on the stereo, and my favorite song began to play. “Don’t be so tense, Sweetie.” Alistair said gently as he drove, “We’re just going home.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him or answer. The car slowly left the city and drove onto a road leading to the suburbs. I knew we were almost there. The car finally stopped in front of a secluded villa. It looked exactly as I remembered it—a house that felt more like a tomb. Alistair cut the engine and turned to look at me. “We’re home.” He unbuckled my seatbelt, then got out and walked around to open my door. “Do you need me to carry you?” I ignored him and propped myself up, standing by the car door. My legs still felt a bit wobbly, but I forced myself to stand steady, not letting him see my weakness. Alistair nodded, thoroughly satisfied. “You’re recovering much faster than I expected.” The door opened, and my mother, Brenda, emerged. She was dressed in a modest, tasteful dress, her hair meticulously styled. “You’re back.” Her voice was soft. “Mom,” Alistair greeted her warmly. I looked at her, but no words came out of my mouth. “Come in quickly, your father is waiting for you inside.” In the living room, my father, Richard, sat rigidly on the sofa. He was a quiet man; the number of times I’d spoken to him growing up could be counted on one hand. He looked up, glanced at me, then quickly looked down again. “Sit,” Father finally spoke, gesturing to the sofa opposite him. Alistair helped me sit, then sat beside me, tightly gripping my hand. “Dad, Mom,” Alistair broke the silence. “The time is right.” He took the manila envelope from his bag, pulled out the CT scan, and handed it over. “Look.” Father and Mother leaned in, carefully taking the scan, their eyes glistening with a sickening, triumphant joy. Their fingers lingered over the large shadow, a possessive, sickening tenderness in their touch. “This is wonderful… truly wonderful…” “After more than twenty years, we’ve finally reached this day.” I looked at these three people, supposedly my closest family, and a torrent of uncontrollable hatred and despair erupted from the depths of my being. “You’re all so happy, but did it ever occur to you that I might not want this?” Their smiles froze on their faces. Alistair’s grip tightened, crushing my hand almost to the point of breaking. “Elara!” I yanked my hand away and stood up. “Why should I die for someone who never even lived?” I coldly stared at these people who so readily professed their “love” for me. Father suddenly stood up, pointing at me, trembling with rage. “How dare you! How can you say such a thing? Everything you have was given to you by her! Now it’s time for you to repay her!” Alistair lunged forward, grabbing my arm. “It seems my ‘therapy’ hasn’t quite taken hold yet.” He turned to my parents. “Dad, Mom, please go back to your room. I need to speak with her alone.” Father snorted, then pulled my still-hesitant mother, turning and walking upstairs. Only Alistair and I remained in the living room. The gentleness on his face was gone, replaced by icy control. “It seems I’ve been too lenient with you.” He dragged me towards the basement door. “It’s time I reminded you what happens when you don’t obey.”

This was the place of my greatest childhood fears. Alistair effortlessly dragged me inside, then slammed the door shut with a bang. “Alistair! Let me out!” I frantically pounded on the heavy iron door, tears streaming down my face. His voice came from outside the door, cold and distant. “Reflect on your actions in there.” “Call me when you’ve come to your senses.” Then, the sound of his footsteps faded away. I slid down the door, leaning against it in despair. When I was little, if I ever showed the slightest doubt about their commands, they would lock me in here. I’d be trapped for days on end. Sometimes, they’d even play terrifying sounds: The growls of monsters, women’s screams, the clanking of chains… Even after all these years, I remembered every detail clearly. I hugged my knees, trying to stop my body from trembling. Don’t be scared. Alistair said that every moment of happiness and peace I felt was nourishing *it*. So, conversely, could my fear and pain also affect *it*? I began to recall past events. The night before the piano competition, they locked me in my room, forcing me to listen to horror stories all night. The next day, with dark circles under my eyes, I participated in the competition in a daze, and my performance was abysmal. And Alistair—he used tenderness and love as a disguise, soothing my wounds, making me drop my guard. Thinking of this, my stomach churned. I slowly stood up and began to grope in the dark. Relying on memory, I walked in one direction. I remembered there was a small window high up here. After some searching, my hand brushed against a rough wooden box. This was it! I climbed onto the box and pushed the window. I pushed with all my might. With a shattering crash. I immediately scrambled out, hands and feet. Outside was the villa’s backyard, overgrown with weeds. Ignoring the cuts on my palms from the broken glass, I got up from the ground and ran. Bursting through the backyard fence, I ran onto the desolate road. Behind me, the villa lights came on. They had found me. But my legs suddenly buckled beneath me, out of my control

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After being reborn, the first thing I, Evie Lewis, did was switch my newborn daughter, Aurora Roberts. Just because in my previous life, shortly after Aurora was born, a medical check-up revealed her blood type was AB. But my blood type is B, and my husband Calvin Roberts is O. There’s no way we could have an AB blood type child. As soon as this result came out, Calvin flew into a rage and immediately demanded a paternity test. The test results showed that Aurora was biologically related to me but not to Calvin. Calvin slapped me, his tone full of disappointment. “I’ve treated you with nothing but love and loyalty, and this is how you repay me!” Calvin’s mother, Vivian Roberts, accused me of cheating and having a child to scam their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone that Aurora’s father could only be Calvin. For a moment, everyone accused me of cheating and called me a slut. Calvin even divorced me and complained online, causing countless netizens to attack me. I had nowhere to go with Aurora, fell into depression, and jumped to my death, never understanding why this happened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Aurora was born. ***** “Evie, you’ve worked hard. I’ll take Aurora for a check-up later.” Calvin’s voice sounded in my ear. He held Aurora with a gentle expression. I jolted suddenly, realizing I had been reborn. Before I could think it through, I immediately spoke to stop him, “No need, I’ll take her. Didn’t you say you have to work overtime at the company today? Don’t stay here.” Calvin was stunned, looking at me with some surprise. He hesitated, “That doesn’t seem right. You just gave birth and need to rest.” The more he declined, the more anxious I felt. I reached out to take the baby. “One day of rest is enough, leave the baby to me.” In my previous life, Aurora was found to have AB blood type after a check-up, and Calvin angrily confronted me about it. He demanded a paternity test and even accused me. As soon as the paternity test came out, he insisted I had cheated, forcing me to leave with nothing and driving me and the child into despair. Thinking about his slander and lies now, I can’t help but feel a chill all over. But just as I was about to take the baby, Vivian, standing nearby, sneered coldly and spoke harshly. “You’re so useless. My son has been taking care of you, and now you’re making him work overtime?” “You do nothing all day and even gave birth to a useless daughter. What a disgrace to the family!” Ever since I married Calvin, Vivian has never treated me kindly. Calvin is filial, so I tolerated everything for his sake, but Vivian only became more arrogant. Now she dares to act so brazenly even in the hospital, making everyone in the ward frown. “What do you mean by that? Isn’t it a father’s duty to take care of the child?” “You’ve had children yourself and know how hard it is, so why are you scolding her?” “You should have changed your preference for boys over girls long ago.” Vivian, used to having her way at home, instantly turned red upon hearing these words. Calvin quickly tried to smooth things over. “Mom, Evie is my wife, it’s my duty to take care of her.” Then he said to me, “Honey, you rest first. We’ll go home and make you something delicious. We’ll be back soon.” His look of being caught in the middle, trying hard to please us, made the originally dissatisfied glances withdraw. I didn’t say anything, just quietly held Aurora back in my arms. Seeing the small mole on her finger, I was certain this was my biological daughter. Calvin didn’t switch her out, nor did he insist on personally taking her for a check-up. But how did Aurora turn out to have AB blood type, and what about that paternity test report? Full of doubts, I made a call to my parents and handed Aurora over to them. Coincidentally, the hospital had an abandoned baby. I adopted an O blood type baby girl and put Aurora’s wristband on her for the check-up. This time, I’ll see how Calvin tries to frame me!

After the check-up, I carried Aurora back to the ward. Not long after, Calvin and Vivian came in with dinner. Calvin said, “Evie, I made this especially for you. Try it.” As soon as the insulated container was opened, the rich aroma of food filled the entire ward. He handed me a spoon and said with a smile, “If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day. Don’t feel shy, my salary card is in your hands, buy whatever you want.” He looked at me dotingly, full of care and affection. The other mothers in the ward saw this and looked over with envy. “Such considerate men are rare nowadays, earning money and taking care of the family.” “You’re really lucky to have such a husband. Life must be comfortable. Just focus on taking care of the baby at home.” “When I ask my husband to buy something, he always complains a bit.” I glanced at Calvin; his gaze was gentle, like a flawless model husband. But in my past life, it was this affectionate look of his that deceived everyone. I let out a cold laugh and slammed the spoon down. I said, “You’re all talk. This meal was still bought with my money.” “You say the salary card is mine, but you interrogate every expense like I’m a criminal, even questioning when I spend two dollars.” “And every time your mom makes things hard for me, all you do is tell me to endure it. You’ve never truly cared about me.” Now everyone’s suspicious eyes all turned to Calvin. He clearly didn’t expect me to explode in public, staring at me in shock and pretending, “What are you talking about?” At this moment, Nurse Amber Martin walked into the ward, holding a few test reports in her hand. Calvin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went up. “Give it to me, let me see the test results.” Vivian squeezed in to look as well, but I was subtly excluded by them. Watching their eager expressions, my heart suddenly sank, and a sense of foreboding quietly arose. The next second, Calvin’s eyes widened. “Why is Aurora’s blood type AB? That’s impossible!” Vivian screamed, “Calvin is type O blood, how could he have a daughter with AB blood type?” She suddenly turned to me, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Evie, what did you do? Aurora isn’t even our child!” The doctor heard the commotion and pushed the door open, frowning as he scolded, “Family member, please don’t make a scene in public.” Vivian became even more agitated when she saw him, grabbing his clothes and crying, “Doctor, you have to judge this for us.” “The child’s mother is type A blood, the father is type O, but the test shows the child is AB! How is that possible?” The doctor frowned. “Generally, parents with type A and type O blood usually won’t have a child with AB blood type. However…” Vivian slapped her thigh and interrupted loudly, “I knew it, Evie must have cheated!” Calvin was still acting, looking dejected. “No way, Mom. I trust Evie, the child must have been switched!” Amber chimed in at the right moment, “Impossible, our hospital’s procedures are very strict. The baby was given a wristband at birth, we wouldn’t make such a mistake!” The three of them exchanged words, and within a few sentences, they convicted me. Vivian glared at me fiercely and suddenly burst into tears, “How did my son marry such an unprincipled woman? She not only cheated but also had a child. Truly shameless!” The hospital room was filled with sighs. Calvin questioned me with a grim face, “Evie, what did I do wrong for you to cheat and betray me?”

I looked at Calvin, momentarily at a loss for words. After years of marriage, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of this child. But he personally tore apart this happiness, making me realize it was only my own expectation. Seeing my silence, a trace of smugness flickered in Calvin’s eyes. Vivian went as far as pointing at me and cursing, outright claiming that Aurora was born from my affair. She said, “I always knew you weren’t a good person. At home, you’re always flaunting yourself, just thinking about seducing others.” “When you gave birth, the delivery room was full of men, and you felt no shame. Turns out you’ve already been seen by everyone!” “I will get to the bottom of this. I will never let an outsider take away our family’s inheritance!” Her sharp voice pierced my ears painfully. I stared at her coldly, then turned to Calvin. “Do you think so too?” He looked indifferent and spoke in a lofty tone. “Even if you’re my wife, I can’t accept this.” “All these years, I’ve catered to your every need, especially after you got pregnant. But you’ve trampled on my sincerity, so I won’t tolerate it anymore!” He spoke righteously, as if he had suffered a great insult. I put on a hurt expression, covered my face, and said, “Just because the blood types don’t match, you assume I cheated? Calvin, I’ve really misjudged you all these years.” “Why are you tarnishing my innocence?” The surrounding mothers and their families, having seen Vivian’s fierceness and now witnessing Calvin’s true colors, showed sympathy and began speaking up for me. “Different blood types prove nothing! Accusing someone of cheating like this is just too unreasonable.” “How can you make such wild guesses about something so serious? If you’re wrong, you’ll ruin your wife’s entire life!” “I used to think you deeply loved your wife, but now I see you don’t trust her at all.” The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Calvin neither got angry nor upset; instead, a barely noticeable hint of delight flashed in his eyes. He said, “Then let’s do a paternity test. Blood types might be wrong, but DNA doesn’t lie!” “If Aurora isn’t my child, Evie, I want you to leave with nothing! Do you dare?” I let out a cold laugh. “Who wouldn’t dare? Let’s go right now! If it turns out you falsely accused me, then you’ll be the one leaving with nothing!” Calvin looked smug, his eyes full of excitement from his plan’s success. We went straight to the testing center for blood sampling. On the way, Calvin had already spread the news widely, posting several videos online, and the buzz quickly escalated. Relatives called one after another, and even reporters followed from the hospital to the testing center. He welcomed everyone, tearfully recounting his story of deep affection and cruel betrayal. I watched coldly, but my mind was racing. Before the checkup, I confirmed the child had type O blood, but AB blood was still detected—it must have been an error during the checkup process. But Calvin wasn’t afraid of the test—why was he so confident? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and a guess flashed through my mind. I immediately lowered my head to message my parents. When we walked out of the identification center, Calvin confidently said, “Evie, I’ll make you pay. You brought all this on yourself.” I looked up at him, my expression still calm. Calvin wouldn’t know that this time, no matter the result, he could never get his way.

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I was watching a TV show on my husband Miles Green’s computer in the office when an AI assistant prompt suddenly popped up. [My dear boss, stop working. You need to rest so you’ll have the energy to be with me tonight.] Looking at the delicate font and the screen full of pink bubbles, I was stunned. I took a screenshot of the page, rushed to Miles, who was meeting a client outside, and asked, “Do you have a lover?” Miles paused for a moment, then smiled and pinched my cheek, saying, “Silly girl, that’s just the company’s AI virtual girlfriend. I’m just personally testing it.” I calmly nodded and then had someone investigate this AI assistant. After obtaining the IP address behind this virtual girlfriend, I immediately sent it to the company group chat. I directly said: [If you come forward now, I might still consider leaving you some dignity.] Since they take my money and still treat me like a fool, they should be prepared to lose their status and ruin their reputation. The once lively company group chat instantly became very quiet. Five minutes later, Miles hurriedly pushed open the office door and walked in. Sweat beaded on his temple, his breathing was a bit rapid, and he looked very anxious. “Charlotte, it was really just a program test. You have to believe me.” Charlotte Johnson is my name. Several senior core employees of the company also came in, all helping Miles explain. A man said, “Ms. Johnson, that was the beta version of the AI, absolutely no real person was operating it.” “The conversation content was pre-set. It’s not what you think it means.” Immediately, the technical director dug out the meeting records and placed them in front of me. Then he said, “These conversation templates were designed by the team together to enhance user affinity and engagement.” “For the sake of our team’s results, Mr. Green personally conducted the test. If you misunderstood him, we deeply apologize.” They spoke sincerely, constantly defending Miles. Miles held my hand, his eyes full of sincerity. “Charlotte, I’m sorry for upsetting you. If you don’t like me using this, I won’t use it again.” He knew his sincerity could always move me. Back then, he was very poor. I admired his character and decisively supported his startup. To achieve results, Miles worked overtime for half a month straight and often didn’t come home. I never doubted him; instead, I took care of the house and waited for him to come back. When Miles needed funds, I asked my father, Nicholas Johnson, for investment and agreed with Miles that he would control the company’s profits for the first five years. In the end, his business didn’t take off, but I didn’t blame him. I even recommended Miles to work at the group founded by Nicholas, citing “gained valuable experience” as the reason. On the day he became the group president, at the celebration banquet, he proposed to me for the second time. He said his love for me would always remain as pure and passionate as when we first fell in love, and that he would only ever love me. Every year on our wedding anniversary, Miles would propose to me again to show he hadn’t forgotten his original feelings. Logically, his loyalty to me should be very strong and unshakable. I wearily pressed my temples and waved at them. “I understand. I won’t pursue this matter anymore.” They breathed a sigh of relief and then left the office. Miles also breathed a sigh of relief. He came over to hug me, but I pushed him away. I had already read Miles’ chat history with the AI assistant. That AI assistant would chat with him every few minutes. Although most of it was about weather or schedule reminders, the language was flirtatious, even somewhat explicit. The chat also included faceless real-life memes. I could tell that all the memes came from the same person. No matter how much I trust Miles, I can’t help but feel suspicious. I have to get to the bottom of this. I know someone in the group’s tech team. I excused myself to the restroom and sent over the traced IP address. They quickly sent me the results. The user of this IP is inside our group building. Using the HR employee records, I found this person’s name. She is Hannah Ross, a new intern in the Operations Department 2. I suddenly felt very upset. They all said there was no real person in control, but now I even have the other person’s name and information. I got into the elevator and went straight to Operations Department 2 downstairs. At the office door, I spotted Hannah right away. Everyone else was focused on work, but her computer screen was playing a variety show in full screen. Her desk was lined with expensive hand creams and snacks, along with a humidifier solely for her use. I walked into the office, and Hannah caught sight of me from the corner of her eye. Sensing something, she quickly raised her hand and slid the couple’s photo under the documents on her desk.

When I approached her desk, Hannah slowly paused the variety show. I clenched my fists, wondering if Miles had granted her such special privileges. I asked her, “You’re watching a variety show during work hours. Have you finished all your tasks?” Hannah glanced at me indifferently. “I’m tired from work, taking a break, so what? Are you here to clean up? You should turn right ahead to the pantry.” The nearby employees looked like they didn’t want to get involved, but one of them still whispered to her, “This is Ms. Johnson, the daughter of our group’s founder and Mr. Green’s wife.” Hannah looked at me with a feigned innocent expression. “Sorry. I thought Mr. Green’s wife would be elegant and beautiful, so I didn’t associate her with you. My apologies.” A surge of anger instantly rose in my heart. I was about to speak to her when Hannah glanced elsewhere, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson. I’ll get to work right away.” At that moment, Miles’s stern voice sounded behind me. He asked, “What’s going on?” A few employees immediately gathered around. A man said, “Ms. Johnson accused Hannah of not working seriously. She was scolded to tears by Ms. Johnson.” A woman said, “Hannah’s work was already done well. The team leader allowed her to take a break. Ms. Johnson is being too strict.” I was a bit surprised. Just now, these people stayed silent, afraid that the conflict between Hannah and me would involve them. But as soon as Miles appeared, they seemed to have direction and kept speaking up for Hannah. “Enough,” Miles pointed at Hannah and said, “Come to my office tomorrow to report your work. I will personally check your workload.” Hannah lowered her head and agreed, but the corners of her mouth quietly curved upward. My heart suddenly ached, and my chest was filled with bitterness. Is Miles warning her, or looking for an opportunity to be alone with her in the office? I steadied my emotions, then raised my voice and said to everyone, “I’m not here to supervise work, but to inform you that the company will gradually upgrade the equipment. Starting with your department, all computers will be replaced with new ones.” Hearing my words, the employees were all pleasantly surprised. Only Hannah unhappily said, “Why so sudden? I’m already used to my computer. Can I not change it?” “No, you can’t.” Miles directly rejected her protest. Then, he turned to me with a gentle smile and said, “My wife’s words represent mine. You all must follow her plan.” Hannah looked at Miles in disbelief, her face instantly turning red. I didn’t want to see her like that, so I said something to Miles and went home alone. Not long after, Miles left work early and hurried back home. In his left hand, he carried my favorite cake, and in his right hand, the bag I had my eye on a few days ago. Miles said apologetically, “Charlotte, I’m sorry. I’ve already handed over the AI virtual girlfriend test to someone else. I promise I won’t touch anything that makes you feel I’m distracted again.” I took the gift he gave me and calmly said, “I can understand if it’s for work.” He sighed, then pulled me into his arms, his voice full of guilt. “I know I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry. My phone password is your birthday. If you’re worried, you can check my phone anytime.” I nodded and said nothing more. At night, when Miles went to take a shower, I unlocked his phone. His phone was clean, with nothing suspicious. Suddenly, a message popped up: “Menstrual pain relief medicine has been delivered.” It turned out that before apologizing to me, Miles was still concerned about Hannah’s period pain. My heart clenched tightly, and I almost smashed his phone to the ground. Miles had truly become a man with two faces.

Without waiting for Miles to finish his shower, I went straight to another room. That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. The next day, all the equipment in Operations Department Two was replaced. I found the main computer Hannah used before and had a professional recover all the data inside. Sure enough, her computer also had an AI assistant client program. She was the AI assistant chatting with Miles, Miles’s “virtual girlfriend.” Realizing that the guess I had pondered all night was confirmed, my hands couldn’t help but tremble a little. Did Miles use the company’s resources and even have so many employees lie, just for his love with Hannah? With trembling hands, I opened their chat logs and found that the records on Miles’s computer were edited, while the ones on Hannah’s computer were complete. From Hannah’s records, I could see that Miles cared for her with great attention, leaving nothing out. To openly buy coffee for Hannah, Miles treated the entire department of 50 people to coffee. To make Hannah happy at work, Miles lowered the performance requirements for the entire department. Miles even cared about what color stockings or style of underwear Hannah wore today. They also had a meeting place called Sweet Home. Just last week, they agreed to meet at Sweet Home. Hannah asked him if she should prepare birth control pills. Miles replied: [No. Our child will definitely be healthier than Charlotte’s.] Seeing this sentence, I stared at the screen, utterly shocked as if struck by lightning. Last year, I was once pregnant with Miles’s child. That time, after entertaining a client, he drove home drunk. He asked me to help open the garage door but accidentally hit me, causing me to miscarry. After sobering up, Miles kept crying and said he would pray for the child in heaven every day. For the sake of our future, I endured this matter. But now, the man who caused my child’s death is actually hinting to another woman that the child I lost was unhealthy. I was trembling all over, my hand gripping the mouse almost crushing it. Before I knew it, night had fallen. In 30 years of life, it was the first time I stood on the edge of collapse. I gathered all the materials and rushed to the company to find Miles, who claimed to be working overtime. When I arrived at the VIP section of the underground parking lot, I saw Miles’ car lights flash a few times. Then, Miles and Hannah happened to walk out from two separate elevator entrances. I instinctively hid in the shadows. As soon as they met, they couldn’t even get into the car before passionately kissing each other. They looked like a couple who had been suppressing their feelings for a long time. After the kiss, Miles gently caressed Hannah’s cheek and said, “Wait for me. Once I become the chairman tomorrow, I’ll find a way to make Charlotte disappear. Then we can be together forever.” Hannah gazed at him obsessively and said, “I know you’ve been preparing for this day for many years. I’ll wait for your success.” A chill ran from my spine to the top of my head, and I almost collapsed. My heart ached as if it had been stabbed countless times. So, Miles was using me all along. How could he face my parents and the child we lost? After they drove away, I stumbled out from the shadows. That night, I didn’t go home. Miles called and messaged me like crazy. I only replied: [See you at the shareholders’ meeting tomorrow.] Miles then reassured me to sleep early, not caring at all where I had gone. The next day, I walked into the meeting room on time. Seeing me, Miles instantly got excited and immediately brought over a proxy form for me to sign. I inherited the largest shares in the group, but I usually let him exercise the voting rights on my behalf. Today, Miles is giving a work report to vie for the chairman position. With my proxy, he can cast 40% of the approval votes for himself. I signed, then turned to see Hannah proudly standing in the employee representatives’ lineup.

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My name is Nora Reeds. After going to the swimming pool with my good friend Alexa Stewart, my period was delayed by half a month. Alexa insisted I take a pregnancy test. Seeing the two bright red lines on the test, I was stunned. Although I have a boyfriend, I’m a conservative girl and never went all the way with him. Then whose child am I carrying? My first reaction was to get an abortion immediately. But my boyfriend Chase Scott was worried about my health and was willing to marry me to raise the child together. Until the day of delivery, I lay in the delivery room, extremely weak, but before I even saw the baby, Chase smothered me with a pillow. He pressed his whole body against me, shouting frantically, “You b*tch, did you really think I wanted to raise that child? Both you and the baby must die!” Having just given birth, I had no strength to fight back and was smothered to death by him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I just found out I was pregnant. This time, I must find out whose child I’m carrying! I stared blankly at the two lines on the pregnancy test in the bathroom, while outside Alexa kept urging, “Nora, have you checked? Are you really pregnant?” My hand trembled as I looked at the bright red two lines, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit. In my past life, because of this child, I was forced to take a break from school to prepare for childbirth, and in the end, I was even smothered to death. Until my death, I never knew how I got pregnant, let alone who the father of the child was. Alexa, growing impatient, directly opened the door and came in. But I quickly hid the pregnancy test stick. She looked around curiously and asked, “Where’s the pregnancy test? Are you pregnant or not?” I shook my head. “I haven’t even had sex, how could I be pregnant?” Alexa couldn’t keep a secret. In my past life, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, she told Chase, which led to everyone knowing about my premarital pregnancy. This time, I don’t plan to tell her about it right away. Alexa said a bit disappointedly, “I thought you were really pregnant. I heard Chase is planning to propose to you soon; he’ll definitely be happy.” My heart sank. How did I not realize before that she likes kids so much? I clenched the pregnancy test in my hand, carefully thinking about everything that happened since my last period. Chase and I only went to the mall twice, and we didn’t even kiss. The baby definitely isn’t his. And I haven’t been alone with any other man. The only person I’m usually closest to is Alexa. But she’s a woman, so it’s even more impossible! I frowned tightly, suddenly remembering something—Alexa and I went to a swimming pool a month ago. At that swimming pool, I was harassed. A man deliberately swam close to me and even made some particularly lewd gestures. I was shaking with anger, and Alexa was even more furious, scolding him on the spot and driving him away. Later, I didn’t feel like showering, so I waited for her in the changing room and ended up falling asleep unknowingly. When I woke up, my whole body was sore, and I thought it was just fatigue from swimming. Looking back now, could it be that I was violated at that time? Thinking of this possibility, I couldn’t help but feel a chill all over and immediately went to the hospital. I not only needed to check if I was really pregnant but also something even more important. If I was really violated, there would definitely be traces on my body. I must find that person! After the ultrasound results came out, I was completely devastated. The test results showed the fetus was already four weeks old, exactly one month. The doctor asked if I wanted to keep it or terminate it, and I immediately scheduled an abortion. No matter whose child this is, I can’t keep it! The doctor skillfully scheduled the surgery for me, murmuring softly, “Young girls these days really don’t take care of themselves, getting pregnant at such a young age.” My cheeks burned, but I couldn’t explain. Should I say I have no idea how I got pregnant? I turned around and scheduled a gynecological exam and infectious disease screening. If the person who assaulted me has an STD, the consequences would be unimaginable. The doctor put on gloves and had me lie on the examination bed, but moments later, she frowned deeply. She said, “How is this possible?” “Your hymen is intact, so how did you get pregnant?”

I was stunned too; I had already planned to take the evidence to the police after the examination. But this result was completely unexpected. My hymen is intact, so how did I get pregnant? The doctor comforted me, saying, “Don’t worry, it could be because the male organ is too small, so the hymen wasn’t torn. “This situation of yours is rare, but not impossible.” I walked out of the examination room, completely lost in confusion. It’s been a month since I went to the swimming pool, and now there’s no evidence left. Do I have to terminate this pregnancy without knowing the truth and suffer in vain? Chase suddenly called me. After answering, his anxious voice came through the receiver. “Nora, where are you? Alexa can’t find you and has been calling me nonstop. Did something happen?” Only then did I realize Alexa had called me several times, but I didn’t hear it because I had silenced my phone in the examination room earlier. Chase’s gentle words made my nose sting, but I immediately recalled the scene of him killing me in my past life. He clearly hated me to death, yet he insisted on waiting for me to give birth before killing me. Could this child have something to do with him? I hadn’t had time to sort out my thoughts when Alexa’s call came in again. As soon as I answered, she scolded me, “Why didn’t you pick up? Do you know how worried I was about you?” I completely lost control, tears streaming down my face. In my past life, after I got pregnant by accident, Alexa advised me to terminate it, but I was foolish and insisted on listening to Chase. The doctor said my uterine lining was very thin, and if I terminated the pregnancy, it would be extremely hard to conceive again. Chase also promised to marry me, so I foolishly decided to have the baby. Thinking about it now, how could a man willingly raise someone else’s child? Now the only person I can trust is Alexa. I told her I’m pregnant and currently at the hospital. In less than five minutes, she rushed over. When she saw me, she hugged me tightly. “Being pregnant is a good thing! Stop crying, I’ll call Chase over right now!” I shook my head and tightly grabbed her wrist. “The child might not be his.” Alexa was stunned. “Are you sure? Then whose child is it?” I said, “Actually, I don’t know either. I just want to terminate this pregnancy now.” She was silent for a few seconds, then firmly said, “No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you.” The next day’s abortion procedure was accompanied by Alexa. But before I entered the operating room, Chase rushed over. He said, “Wait, Nora, don’t go through with the surgery. I’m willing to take care of you and the child!” My hand holding the examination report tightened. How did he know I was here? I only told Alexa about this! I turned to look at Alexa, and she was just as puzzled. “How did he get here?” Chase sat beside me, panting, and held my hand tightly, fingers interlocked. He said, “Did you forget we set up couple tracking before? I noticed you were at the hospital yesterday and rushed over because I was worried about you.” He lowered his head bitterly. “I never expected you to be pregnant.” “I know the child isn’t mine since we never had a sexual relationship. “But Nora, your health has always been poor. I’m afraid if you terminate the pregnancy this time, it might be hard for you to become a mother in the future.” I’m actually a very traditional girl and have no plans to be childfree. But to have a child without even knowing who the father is? I can’t do it; I’d rather stay single for life. I slowly pulled my hand back. “No, I must terminate this pregnancy.” Chase was stunned for a moment and frowned, “Why? I clearly don’t care anymore, so what are you still worried about?” Alexa also softly advised, “Yeah, Nora, abortion is too harmful to your body. Why don’t you think it over again? Your health is already fragile.” Chase suddenly snatched the test report from my hand and pulled me up without a word. He said, “I won’t let you harm your body. Worst case, we’ll get married next month. Don’t worry, I won’t mind. Even if the child isn’t mine, I’ll still raise them as my own.” His words drew the attention of those around us. A nurse said enviously, “What a good man, willing to raise someone else’s child.” “If it were me, I would keep the baby since someone is willing to raise them.” Although Chase said that, his brow furrowed slightly upon hearing the nurse’s words. What he said wasn’t sincere at all. He just wants me to have this child and then humiliate me relentlessly. I let out a cold laugh and said, “You have the nerve to say you despise me? Let’s break up. My business is none of your concern.” After saying that, I got up and left under his astonished gaze. I must figure out what exactly Chase has to do with the child in my belly!

Although Chase had hinted at getting a room before, he never brought it up again after I refused. My hand couldn’t help but rest on my lower abdomen. This child didn’t just appear out of nowhere. Could it really be as the doctor said, that the man who violated me has a very small penis? After thinking it over, I decided to go to the swimming pool again. I slipped some money to the security guard and got surveillance footage from a month ago. There’s no camera inside the changing room, so I could only see the people entering and leaving. But after looking over and over, I didn’t find anyone suspicious. I couldn’t help feeling discouraged. Could it be that I was wrong? Was it not something that happened that day? Alexa bought me a drink and asked with a grin, “Nora, I sent Chase away. Now you can tell me, whose child are you carrying?” I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “I wish I knew. All I remember is going to the swimming pool, and then I somehow ended up pregnant.” She was stunned for a moment, then quickly slapped her forehead and said, “Could it be that someone ejaculated in the pool?” “I came across a news story before, where a man deliberately ejaculated in a public pool, and several girls ended up pregnant!” I almost burst out laughing. Sperm has a very short survival time and quickly loses its viability when exposed to chlorinated pool water. But her suggestion reminded me of the man who harassed me that day, so I pulled up the surveillance footage of the swimming pool again. But this time, I saw someone unexpected. That person was Chase! He was wearing a mask, standing sneakily at the entrance of the pool. Soon, he walked out of the surveillance footage and disappeared into the restroom. I clenched my fists, thinking, “He’s definitely not simple!” Before I could confront him, the door was pounded heavily. Alexa went to open the door but was shoved to the ground. The person who came in was my dad, Dylan Reeds, followed by my mom, Juliet Reeds. I had just stood up when he slapped me hard. I instinctively covered my face and heard Dylan angrily scold, “Nora, how could I have a shameless daughter like you? You’re not even married yet, and you’re already rushing to have someone’s child?” I looked over his shoulder and saw Chase behind him, staring at me with a smug expression. He pretended to sigh and said pitifully, “Nora, I really don’t want to pressure you, but I’m truly afraid you’ll abort the baby.” “I asked the doctor, and they said your uterine lining is very thin. If you abort this time, it will be hard to conceive again.” In my previous life, he used the same excuse. He even rushed into a flash marriage with me just to make me keep the baby. No wedding, no gifts, nothing at all, yet I was still deeply grateful. I thought I owed him, so even in late pregnancy, I worked hard to make it up to him. Looking back now, I was truly so foolish. What did I do wrong? I don’t even know how I got pregnant. Dylan’s face turned red with anger. “You’re dropping out tomorrow and getting married. Otherwise, when your belly gets big, people will laugh at you.” Chase advised, “Mr. Reeds, don’t rush. Nora can take a break from school and marry me first. Later, my mom can take care of the baby, so it won’t tire her out.” Alexa brought me ice to put on my face. I sat down on my own, my tone cold. “Who said I was getting married? I’m not.” Dylan’s eyes widened, and his finger trembled as he pointed at me. “What are you trying to do? Do you still want an abortion?” Juliet cried on the side as she said, “How could you get pregnant before marriage? If you don’t marry Chase, who else can you marry?” I listened to those words and suddenly laughed. “I’m going to marry the baby’s father. Who told you the child I’m carrying is Chase’s?” Juliet stopped crying, and Dylan froze in place. I said slowly, “Chase is impotent, there’s no way he could get me pregnant.” Chase’s face changed drastically, and he yelled at me, “Are you crazy? You’ve never even seen it, so how can you say I’m impotent?” Juliet couldn’t help but ask, “So the child really isn’t yours?” Chase opened his mouth, only to realize he had been set up by me. He immediately said, “Mr. Reeds, Mrs. Reeds, even if the child isn’t mine, I’m still willing to marry Nora. I don’t mind her, and I don’t mind the child.” I rolled my eyes. “I broke up with you a long time ago. If I get married, it’ll be to the child’s real father!” He shouted angrily, “Then tell me whose child you’re carrying! Do you dare to say it?” I was stunned for a moment, and Alexa quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She patted my shoulder and comforted me, “Alright, everyone calm down, let’s talk this through.” My gaze landed on her hand, and I couldn’t help but freeze. Then I widened my eyes in disbelief. I knew whose child I was carrying.

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