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My unemployed best friend recently moved into my place. She claimed she did not want to be a freeloader and insisted on doing the chores. I never expected that after just one day, she would treat my Tiffany necklace as literal trash and toss it out. For the sake of our years of friendship, I bit my tongue. But a few days later, my insanely expensive designer clothes vanished without a trace. Her excuse was totally unapologetic. She said the clothes looked out of season, assumed I did not want them, and dropped them in a charity donation bin. Since she was supposedly doing a good deed, I let it slide. I simply warned her to never touch my things again. That was until I walked out carrying my limited edition Hermes Birkin, and a friend gently pointed out that the stitching looked a bit off. I rushed home, tore through my closet, and realized every single authentic bag I owned had been swapped for a cheap replica. Suddenly, I remembered her mentioning a luxury resale app. I immediately typed in her phone number to search. Her bio hit me right in the face. It read: “Turning trash into treasure. Hustling my way to the top.” What a hustle indeed. Without missing a beat, I reported her seller account, getting all her transactions permanently frozen by the platform. Blissfully unaware of her impending doom, she booked a VIP table that very night. She popped champagne with ten gorgeous male promoters to celebrate. But when the bill arrived, her card declined. She was backed into a corner and forced to borrow cash from some very dangerous street lenders right on the spot. 1 Sitting on the floor by my display cabinet that afternoon, I tapped into Stella’s Instagram page. My jaw practically unhinged at the sight of her casually holding a seventy thousand dollar Gucci bag. Her makeup was flawless. Her cocktail dress screamed old money. She was lounging in a Michelin star restaurant, serving up effortless poses for the camera. I zoomed in on that Gucci bag sitting perfectly in the frame, examining the hardware over and over again. My fingers actually trembled as I scrolled down. Every single photo dump was flooded with the same ridiculous tags. #OldMoneyAesthetic #RichWifeEnergy #DayInTheLife Stella paired every single outfit with a different bag. We were talking pieces ranging from ten to a hundred grand. No exceptions. Strictly top tier luxury. Compared to those wannabe influencers who split the bill for a staged photoshoot, her daily high end splurges and endless rotation of designer pieces made her wealth look incredibly authentic. The reality was that half a month ago, Stella could barely afford a decent meal. After college, she took a safe corporate desk job while I refused to settle for mediocrity. I chose the startup route. The early days were brutal. I worked from dawn until midnight and barely scraped by. The last two years finally brought my big break in the import business. Every time I closed a massive overseas deal, I rewarded myself by taking a small fraction of the profits to buy a luxury bag. My collection grew from a couple of pieces to dozens. I was overflowing with a sense of achievement, watching my life finally fall into place. Stella, on the other hand, lost her job and got dumped. She could not make rent, got evicted, and spent over two hours sobbing on the phone to me. I drove over, packed up her life, brought her to my place, and treated her to a Wagyu steak dinner. After stuffing herself, she looked down in embarrassment, admitting she did not even have twenty bucks to her name. Seeing her hit rock bottom, I told her she could stay in my guest room rent free. I covered all her meals. I told her to just get settled first. She could take her time finding a job, and if she was willing to grind and polish up her Spanish, I could even bring her into my import business. But Stella just sighed. She told me she was so beaten down by her recent failures that she was borderline depressed. All she wanted to do was rot in bed all day. I had no choice but to tell her to rest up and figure the rest out later. A few days ago, she bounced into the kitchen looking ecstatic. She claimed she found a gold mine of a career path. She was going to be an influencer. I just smiled and nodded. I did not take it seriously because making it on social media is a brutal game. Who would have thought that in just two weeks, her follower count would skyrocket past eighty thousand. Her entire brand was built on flexing insane wealth. Her comment section was a sea of absolute worship. “Oh my god, she is so filthy rich!” “I can practically smell the expensive perfume through the screen. Please adopt me, sugar mommy!” “Living my literal dream.” “Wait, is that the crocodile leather Birkin? That is worth like over a hundred grand!” Seeing that specific Hermes mention, my ears started ringing. A suffocating wave of panic crashed over me. Stella had not suddenly struck it rich. Every single bag she was using to flex for the internet belonged to me. Earlier today, a friend warned me that the Hermes I was carrying looked like a replica. I almost lost my mind on the spot. That bag was my holy grail. I had taken fifty percent of the profit from a grueling, massive deal just to bite the bullet and buy it. I dropped everything at work and sped home to authenticate my entire collection. Every single designer bag in my custom cabinet had been swapped out for a high tier fake. It took me a long time to stop shaking and force myself to breathe. At first, I tried to rationalize it. Maybe she was just blinded by vanity. Maybe she swapped them with fakes just so she could borrow the real ones for her photoshoots without me noticing. But my brain immediately caught the flaw in that logic. You cannot stage those photos with just a bag. Where did she get the money for the diamond jewelry, the couture gowns, and the tabs at five star restaurants? I backed out of her Instagram and remembered she mentioned a luxury resale app a while back. I typed in her cell number and hit enter. Her seller profile made my blood run cold. Every single bag featured in her aesthetic photos, along with several of my other personal luxury items, was listed for sale. 2 The completed transaction history left me completely speechless. The Tiffany necklace she claimed was accidentally thrown out in the trash? Sold for three thousand dollars. The designer clothes she supposedly donated to a charity drive? Sold for thirty thousand dollars. She even sold the empty Chanel perfume bottles off my vanity and the branded Louis Vuitton paper shopping bags I kept in the closet corner for a few bucks each. If it had a brand name, she liquidated it. She did not waste a single opportunity. I grabbed a calculator and furiously punched in the numbers. She had already pocketed around fifty thousand dollars of my money. Her seller bio mocked me from the top of the screen. “Turning trash into treasure. Hustling my way to the top.” Staring at those words, I zoned out for a few seconds before letting out a dry, bitter laugh. Her newest listing description read: “Fresh drop of dozens of authentic luxury bags. Can be verified at any boutique. Everything must go at fifty percent off retail. First come, first served!” I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Most of those bags were practically untouched. I barely even took them out of their dust bags. Especially that crocodile leather Hermes. I painstakingly conditioned it on a strict schedule, terrified of a single scratch ruining its value. Just to get fast cash, Stella was slashing the prices in half. A bag worth over a hundred grand, a rare custom piece with incredibly low global production, was sitting on a secondhand app for fifty grand. And the buyers were going feral. Just in the few minutes I spent scrolling, several listings updated to “Payment Pending.” I could not stomach another second of it. I slammed the report button. I submitted a mountain of evidence to the platform’s fraud department to prove she was fencing stolen goods. My paper trail was bulletproof. I uploaded original boutique receipts, bank statements, and close up photos matching the exact wear and tear I had left on specific bags. The verdict was swift. The platform slapped her account with a permanent ban and froze every single penny in her seller wallet. Seeing that notification finally brought me a sliver of peace. I did some quick mental math. If she sold that entire batch at half price, she would be sitting on around three hundred thousand dollars. Add the fifty thousand she had already stolen and spent, and we were way past the threshold for felony grand theft. If I called the cops right now, with this dollar amount, Stella was looking at serious prison time. But thinking about our shared history, my hand hovered over the phone. I could not bring myself to nuke her life just yet. I still vividly remembered our first year out of college, renting a cramped, drafty apartment in the bad part of town. I caught a terrible fever in the middle of the night, and she walked me to the ER in the pouring rain. When I was unemployed for three months, she split her meager savings with me, laughing and saying I could just pay her back when I was a CEO. Back then, we used to share a single iced latte to save money. She always let me have the last sip. I do not know exactly when she morphed into this monster. Maybe it started when she maxed out her first credit card on a bag that cost three months of her salary. Maybe it was when she figured out how to fake location tags at exclusive resorts with stolen Pinterest quotes. She became obsessed with the fictional version of herself in the eyes of strangers, and completely detached from the real people right in front of her. I had tried to warn her. I told her the economy was tough and she needed to build a safety net. She just rolled her eyes, claiming her designer pieces were investments that she could always flip for cash, so she was never actually losing money. I just never imagined I would become her primary inventory. Thinking about all those memories, I let out a heavy sigh. She used to be my sister, my closest confidant. If she walked through the door right now, gave me a genuine apology, handed over whatever cash she had left, and returned the unsold bags, I would consider the matter closed. My phone buzzed. The platform’s customer service rep confirmed that the three hundred thousand dollars in pending funds had been locked and would automatically refund to the buyers in three days. That took a massive weight off my chest. I decided to wait on the sofa for Stella to come home so we could have a brutal but necessary heart to heart. But dinnertime came and went. The front door remained shut. Thinking back on her recent schedule, she had been out every single night at high end VIP lounges, burning cash on bottle service and club promoters. Once, I even saw some bleached blonde frat boy drop her off, making out with her right on my driveway. And to think, just two weeks ago she was screaming and crying over her ex, claiming she could not survive a single day without him. I was debating whether to call her and demand she come home right now. Then my phone lit up with a text from a mutual friend. “Blair, check Stella’s live stream right now. She is dropping bags on bottle boys at the club!” 3 The screen loaded, revealing Stella sitting in the dead center of a plush velvet booth, completely surrounded by a crew of styled, attractive male promoters. Her viewer count was surging, and the chat was moving at warp speed. “Three hundred bucks for a single bottle? And she is on her fifth in ten minutes? Okay, sugar mommy is loaded!” “She literally carries bags worth a house. A few grand on drinks is pocket change.” “Look at those guys practically begging for her attention. They know who pays the bills!” Watching Stella hold court, casually dropping luxury brand names and acting like royalty, I felt completely entirely disconnected from her. I had a sinking feeling in my gut. The Stella I knew was dead and gone. A younger looking promoter slid right up against her side, pouting his lips and putting on the charm. “Gorgeous, think you could treat your favorite boy to a nice watch? Nothing crazy, maybe just ten grand or so.” “The nightlife hustle is rough. I just need something flashy to show these other guys I’m doing well.” “You have so much money, your jewelry changes every day. You probably have a whole vault of watches collecting dust at home, right?” The chat went wild. “Typical club boy behavior. They flirt a little and immediately beg for handouts. Do not give him a dime!” “Well, he just said he would take something cheaper too. If it’s just a few hundred bucks, why not throw him a bone?” “A rich goddess giving out cheap gifts? That ruins the aesthetic. If she gives something, it has to be a Rolex.” “Wait, did you guys see her eyes light up when he said ‘cheaper’? Is she actually broke?” Stella caught that last comment. The arrogant smirk on her face froze for a split second. She quickly recovered, raising her voice loud enough for the microphone to catch. “Of course, babe. I will bring you a stunning piece next time. Give me a second, I need to use the powder room.” The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, my phone started ringing. It was Stella. Taking time out of her massive VIP flex to call me? I narrowed my eyes. I answered the call anyway. “Blair, babe, you up?” Hearing her fake sweet tone made my skin crawl. I was about to answer. But she immediately launched into her web of lies. “Hey, remember those luxury vintage watches you bought for your dad? He is always traveling and never wears them. How about you let me take them off your hands?” “I met these poor, struggling boys downtown. They cannot even afford a clock for their apartment. It is honestly heartbreaking. Giving them your dad’s watches to tell time would be such a good deed.” The remaining warmth in my chest instantly turned to ice. Poor, struggling boys? She meant the bottle service guys charging hundreds for a pour of vodka. She was trying to steal my dad’s watches to flex on club boys? “Blair, I will be home a bit later to grab them. Could you do me a huge favor and pack them up? Preferably in the original velvet boxes? You are the best, babe.” I was so furiously angry I actually let out a quiet laugh. I wanted to rip her to shreds right then and there. But knowing she was coming back soon, I decided this needed to be handled face to face. I swallowed the venom in my throat and kept my voice perfectly flat. “Fine. Come home. We have a lot to talk about anyway.” She totally misinterpreted my tone, squealing with absolute delight. “Oh my god, you are an angel! Love you, bye!” She hung up instantly, rushing back to her booth to brag about the imaginary luxury watches she was about to rain down on her admirers. The chat and the guys showered her in another wave of aggressive flattery. “By the way, gorgeous, what kind of ride do you usually take to the club?” one of them asked. “I swear I saw someone who looked exactly like you stepping off the city bus today. Same dress and everything. Must have been a glitch in the matrix.” Stella almost choked on her champagne. “Excuse me? I ride in a Lamborghini. Your eyes are definitely broken, babe.” The promoter leaned in. “Then how come we never see you pull up in it?” Stella’s eyes darted around the room. She stammered for a second. “I… I do not really like driving. My personal female chauffeur usually takes the wheel.” “I will just have her pick me up later. You will see.” Right on cue, a text notification popped up at the top of my screen. It was from Stella. “Babe, it is super late and I cannot get an Uber. Be a lifesaver and come pick me up? And please take the Lamborghini, you know normal cars give me motion sickness.”

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

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During an experiment in the quantum computing lab, the graduate student I was mentoring suddenly asked me, “Professor, do you know the saying, ‘From chaos, duality’?” I set down the equipment I was holding, but before I could answer, she let her lab coat slip from her shoulders, followed by everything else. She guided my hand to the warmth between her legs. Her captivating eyes locked onto mine. “From chaos, duality,” she whispered. “From duality, unity.” “The highest form of purity is also the highest form of debauchery.” That night, my restraint finally broke. 1 My wife’s beauty had long since faded, and my life was consumed by my work. It had been a long time since I’d felt such a release. Afterward, I rested my hand on Isabelle’s waist. “What do you want?” I asked. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, strangely vacant. “Someone once said that for kids from towns like mine, the most powerful person we’ll ever meet is our university advisor.” “I refused to believe that was my limit. I sent my resume to company after company. They’d grant me an interview out of respect for you, but the questions were always about you. Once they realized our relationship was purely professional, the offers would vanish into thin air. I haven’t received a single one.” “Professor,” she said, her voice hardening, “I want a position at Elysian Dynamics. I’ve given you the most valuable thing I have to trade for it.” She added, almost as an afterthought, “It was my first time.” In the dim, hazy light, I studied her. She was undeniably beautiful; otherwise, she never could have tempted me to cross this line. Her face was a portrait of conflict: one half pained innocence, the other half ruthless ambition. I dressed and, before leaving, told her, “You’ll get what you want. The offer from Elysian will be in your inbox tomorrow.” My reputation in the field is formidable. A word from me was all it took. After I made the call, I found my wife staring at me. Her expression was placid, but her words were like needles. “You’ve never involved yourself in student placements before.” “What’s different today?” “Is there something special about this student? I think I saw her once, at that university gala.” “She’s very beautiful. It makes sense you’d take such an interest. I just…” “That’s enough.” I cut her off before she could finish. “She’s from a poor background. Life is harder for kids like her. Besides, her academic record is exceptional. I’m just giving her a hand up. Is there a problem with that?” My wife, Connie, looked at me, stunned. I rarely used such a sharp tone with her. But tonight, for some reason, the sight of her sagging cheeks and her shocked expression filled me with an intense irritation. My mind involuntarily flashed back to Isabelle’s smooth, pale skin, and the flicker of panic in her eyes as I entered her. I couldn’t stop myself. I went to see Isabelle again. She smoothed her hair, her voice unnervingly calm. “Professor, a one-time transaction can be born of desperation. But to continue… that would make me no better than a prostitute.” She bowed deeply. “Professor, despite what happened, I still believe you are a man of principle. You wouldn’t force me if I wasn’t willing, would you?” After she left, I sat there, rubbing the rim of a paper cup. She was right. I wouldn’t force her. But there were other ways to make her willing. Isabelle was gambling on my character. I was gambling on her breaking point. Isabelle’s new job at Elysian quickly became a nightmare. She was hitting roadblocks at every turn. It was my doing, of course. I hadn’t needed to say much. Just a single, casual comment to a senior executive: “That student of mine, Isabelle… I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s become rather difficult lately. I suppose a big offer from a company like yours has gone to her head.” We were all seasoned players. The executives at Elysian understood immediately. They began applying pressure from all sides. I expected her to last a week, maybe less. To my surprise, two weeks passed, and she still hadn’t contacted me. A flicker of annoyance sparked within me. I had been a master puppeteer for years; this was the first time a string had gone slack in my hands. I called the executive and arranged a dinner meeting for that evening. Isabelle, naturally, was required to attend. Throughout the dinner, she played her part perfectly, smiling and making conversation as the wine flowed. But afterward, her face was etched with fatigue. “Professor,” she said, her voice low. “I didn’t think a man like you would resort to such petty, dirty tricks.” I cornered her by the restrooms, my hand moving to her blouse, undoing the buttons one by one. “Isabelle, there’s a beast I’ve kept caged inside me for a long time. You’re the one who unlocked the cage. Are you just going to walk away and leave it hungry now?” Just as the pale curve of her breast was about to be exposed, she clamped her hand over mine. Her eyes, when they met mine, were shockingly resolute. “Don’t push me, Professor. I told you, our transaction is over. Don’t try to use my job to threaten me. I may be an ant trying to shake a tree, but if I make our story public… even if no one believes me, even if I have no evidence… it would still damage your reputation, wouldn’t it?” Her voice was cold and steady. “You value your reputation above all else. You wouldn’t want to tarnish it, would you?” She then proceeded to button her blouse, her gaze never wavering from mine. I let out a soft, sharp laugh. To kill a snake, you strike it where it’s most vulnerable. I had been too hasty. I had someone look into her background. I needed to understand this sudden, fierce resistance. Once you take the easy road, it’s hard to go back to walking the hard path. The report arrived on my phone that afternoon. It turned out Isabelle’s fiancé had come to the city to be with her. Interesting. According to the file, he had paid for her entire education, from her undergraduate degree through her master’s, with his own labor. They had planned to get married in a month. I sighed, zooming in on a photo of the two of them on my phone. Her fiancé—a man named Rocco—looked like he’d just finished a shift on a construction site, covered in grime. But Isabelle was kneeling beside him, holding a lunchbox, looking at him with a smile of pure adoration. True love… If it was true love, then why did she climb into my bed? Another hypocrite, tainted like the rest. After some thought, I made a call to a friend in real estate. The very next day, Isabelle was in my office. “Professor… was it you?” I feigned ignorance. “What are you talking about?” She took a deep breath. “My fiancé… he doesn’t have the connections. No one would just hand him a major construction contract out of the blue. I don’t believe in miracles. So, what is your price?” I gestured behind her. She turned her head. Through the one-way glass of my office wall, she could see Rocco in the hallway, his face alight with a joyous, triumphant smile. I felt her entire body begin to tremble. I stepped closer, putting my arms around her. “Don’t be afraid. He can’t see in. But look at him… look how happy he is. Do you have the heart to shatter that beautiful dream of his?” As she watched him, I pressed her against the cold glass and slipped my hand beneath her blouse. Once you’ve tasted something, you develop a craving. I was beginning to realize I was becoming obsessed with her. The first person to notice my change was my wife. She confronted me, holding up one of my shirts, a smear of lipstick on the collar. “Alistair,” she pleaded, “this was a mistake, wasn’t it?” I could see the desperation in her eyes. She was begging me to lie. How pointless. To come looking for an answer you already know, hoping I’ll tell you what you want to hear. I took the shirt from her calmly. “No, Connie. It’s exactly what it looks like. I’m having an affair.” She began to shake. “But… why?” Why? My mind drifted back to a suffocating summer afternoon decades ago. I was just a junior lecturer back then, a boy from a small town who had clawed his way to the big city. I was called a genius back home, but here, I was just one among many. I had neither top-tier talent nor powerful connections. Advancement seemed impossible. The day before my tenure review, when I had finally understood the unwritten rules of the world and was on the verge of despair, Connie told me she had to work late. The Dean, however, had told me to wait for him in the office next to his. He had something to discuss with me. I assumed he wanted a bribe for the promotion, a bribe I couldn’t afford. But I didn’t wait long.

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I used to be the ex-boyfriend of the survivor base’s ultimate leader. Because of my terrible attitude and spoiled nature, I was despised by everyone and eventually thrown right into a horde of zombies. After miraculously surviving and escaping, I discovered a terrifying truth. My world was actually a post-apocalyptic novel, and I was nothing more than a pathetic, tragic villain meant to die early. To keep myself alive, I decided to completely abandon the main plotline and live a quiet, peaceful life on my own. That was my plan, at least. But one day, the leader of the base suddenly tracked me down. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and the first words out of his mouth were breathless and broken. “I thought I would never see you again.” 1 “Felix, you are being completely unreasonable again.” Kieran’s cold, detached voice rang out right behind me. I jolted, stiffly turning around to meet his gaze. His eyes held nothing but impatience and anger. That familiar, indulgent love he used to reserve only for me was entirely gone. Normally, I was at least a little intimidated by him. I do not know what got into me this time, but my temper snapped, and I screamed right back at his face. “Yes! I am being unreasonable! What exactly are you going to do about it?” Kieran clearly did not expect such a fiery outburst from me. A second later, his rage spiked. His intimidating aura crashed down over me like a tidal wave, completely crushing my brief moment of bravery. His face darkened so much it looked like a storm cloud ready to burst. “Felix, have I been too lenient with you?” My anger was still there, but my courage had officially checked out. I am not an idiot. I can tell the difference between Kieran being annoyed and Kieran being genuinely furious. When he truly loses his temper, he becomes terrifying. “Dinner is ready, so I am leaving.” I dropped that single sentence and bolted. Nothing matters more than eating in the apocalypse. As long as I mentioned food, Kieran would not keep picking a fight. Sure enough, I had not walked far before that chilling pressure behind me vanished, replaced only by his muffled, frustrated sigh. We only had a little argument. Did he really need to be that fiercely intimidating? My nose stung slightly, and I cursed him in my head. What a petty jerk. 2 On the way back to our quarters, people on the street shot me dirty, hostile glares. I glared right back, fierce and unyielding. The people in the base absolutely hated me. Ordinary folks worked the fields to earn their keep. Those with combat abilities risked their lives outside the walls killing zombies. I was the only one living like a delicate parasite, clinging tightly to Kieran for survival. I never thought there was anything wrong with that. It was a mutual agreement between two consenting adults. What right did anyone else have to judge us? But people still constantly harassed me, claiming they were acting on behalf of the base and trying to “save” Kieran from my toxic influence. My first major fallout with Kieran happened because I got into a physical fight. Someone was talking trash about me behind my back, and I happened to overhear it. I had zero combat power, so it was a completely one-sided beatdown. I looked incredibly pathetic by the end of it. But the part that infuriated me the most was Kieran. He did not check on my injuries first. Instead, he walked over and apologized to the guy who beat me up. I gave him the silent treatment for three days after that. He eventually went on a scavenging run and brought back a box of rare chocolate to beg for my forgiveness. Lately, our arguments had become far more frequent. At first, Kieran would at least pretend to coax me out of my bad moods. As time went on, the bastard stopped trying entirely. He refused to say a single comforting word, always using meal times as a cheap excuse to break the ice. Eat, eat, eat! I hoped he would choke on his food. Kieran had just brutally scolded me in front of the entire base again, stripping away every ounce of my dignity. I was supposed to be his boyfriend, yet he never once defended me. He just stood there and allowed them to humiliate me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I marched right up to Kieran and demanded a breakup. He stayed completely silent, staring down at me with those pitch-black, bottomless eyes. After a long agonizing moment, he let out a dark sneer. “Felix, what exactly gives you the delusion that you can survive out there without me?” All my righteous anger instantly deflated. He was right. I did not know how to kill zombies, and I was terrified of scavenging for supplies. My food, water, and shelter all depended entirely on him. Kieran and I actually met before the apocalypse ruined the world. Back then, he was just a nameless, poor kid. I still have no idea where he got the audacity to think he was worthy of courting someone from my social class. But he was incredibly handsome. In a crowd of utterly average faces, his sharp, striking looks were a breath of fresh air. Having him around was good for my eyes. Relying entirely on his pretty face, I decided to give him a chance. After we got together, Kieran was completely obedient. If I told him to walk east, he would never dare look west. I can confidently say that my current terrible temper is at least fifty percent his fault! I just did not understand how things had devolved into this nightmare. The base residents held a deep, venomous grudge against me, acting as if I had dragged their majestic, awe-inspiring leader into the gutter. The pure contempt in their eyes made my blood boil. If it were not for this godforsaken apocalypse, people with their low status would not even be qualified to tie my shoes! And Kieran was no longer my shield. He stopped prioritizing my feelings, and whenever I got into a shouting match, he blamed me without even asking what happened! It is true what they say. The moment a man gains power and status, his heart completely changes. 3 To vent my bitter frustration, I waited until Kieran was sound asleep in the middle of the night. Then, I planted my foot firmly against his sculpted abs and kicked him right off the bed. While he was still inhaling sharply on the floor, trying to process the pain, I moved like lightning. I grabbed the heavy quilt, threw it entirely over his head, and delivered several blind punches to his skull. Finally, I bolted out of the bedroom like a frightened rabbit, locked the door from the outside, and casually made myself comfortable on the living room sofa. Kieran violently twisted the doorknob a few times. He started pounding on the wood. His hoarse, deeply agitated voice seeped through the door. “Felix, what the hell are you throwing a tantrum over now?” I completely ignored him. A few minutes later, his voice dropped into a terrifying, bone-chilling octave. “Fine, Felix. If you have any guts at all, do not ever come back into this room.” I curled up tighter on the sofa and sniffled. Why should I listen to you? I will go wherever I please! When daylight finally broke, the harsh sunlight pierced my eyes, making me scowl. After the apocalypse, the flora, fauna, and even the sun’s rays had mutated to become incredibly harsh and burning. If Kieran did not specifically hunt down high-grade sunscreen for me during his supply runs, my skin would have peeled off a long time ago. I pulled the soft blanket up to my chin, happily dozing off again before my brain caught up with reality. Wait, a blanket? I snapped my eyes open, a smug grin spreading across my face. Oh, Kieran. Even when we are in a bitter cold war, you still obediently sneak out to tuck me in. Feeling like I had finally scored a victory, my mood skyrocketed. I decided I might actually give him a decent smile when he came back. Kieran had specifically warned me to never leave our housing sector. I did not have any friends in the base anyway, so I usually spent my entire day locked safely indoors. But I never expected trouble to come knocking directly on my front door. Looking at the fierce, vicious men blocking my entryway, my stomach dropped. Usually, when Kieran was around, I would confidently hurl insults right back at them. But when he was gone, I absolutely never dared to provoke them. These men chopped off zombie heads without blinking. My neck was significantly softer than a rotting corpse’s. The burly man in the front crossed his arms. “Felix, we are not trying to make things difficult for you. But lounging around being utterly useless every single day is getting a bit ridiculous, do you not think?” I swallowed hard, desperately trying to maintain my usual arrogant, superior facade. “Did Kieran not make it clear to you? I belong to him. He contributes more than enough for the both of us. Do you really dare go against his orders?” The men erupted into cruel, mocking laughter. “You really still think you are some precious treasure? Commander Kieran already has a new lover. A smart person would take the hint, pack up quietly, and leave with some shred of dignity. You better start thinking about your own survival.” I felt like I had been struck by lightning. I stood completely frozen. A new lover? Kieran found someone else? Why did I not know about this? A tidal wave of absolute terror consumed me. In that moment of panic, I did not even stop to question if their words were true. The thugs kept talking. “Honestly, you are the most pathetic waste of space in this entire base. Even the street walkers know how to use their bodies to please a man and earn their keep. But you? You hide behind the Commander’s protection, parading around like you own the place. A whore should at least have the self-awareness of a whore. Since you clearly do not know how to serve a man, you are coming outside the walls to scavenge with us.” My eyes widened in sheer horror. I had spent all this time perfectly sheltered under Kieran’s wings, completely oblivious to the real, lethal dangers of the apocalypse. I was still acting like the spoiled rich kid I used to be. I fought tooth and nail, refusing to go with them. But my scrawny arms were no match for grown, battle-hardened men. I was brutally dragged and tossed into the back of their armored truck. The vehicle violently rumbled out of my familiar, safe haven. Separated by a single concrete wall, one side was humanity, and the other was absolute hell. I finally witnessed the true, unfiltered apocalypse. The putrid, rotting stench in the air was so thick I could barely breathe. In that moment of nausea, I finally understood why Kieran always scrubbed himself raw in the shower before he even tried to touch me. The last time I had faced a zombie up close was at the very beginning of the outbreak. Back then, the infection rate was low, and society was still desperately holding onto a shred of order. Kieran had grabbed my hand and fought his way out of our university campus, dragging me through unspeakable horrors until we reached this city and built the survivor base. Sitting in the truck, I desperately missed his warmth. He loved me so deeply back then. Could he really betray me for someone else? Or perhaps he truly did love me once, but my terrible behavior finally pushed him past his breaking point, and he simply decided I was not worth loving anymore? 4 The truck screeched to a halt in a desolate, ruined city. The streets looked completely dead and abandoned. Was there actually anything left to scavenge here? I eyed the men suspiciously as they prepared to disembark. I desperately wanted to stay in the vehicle, but I was too terrified to remain alone. If a horde swarmed the truck, these men would absolutely never come back to save me. After weighing my terrible options, I shakily followed them out. We entered a massive, crumbling department store. The shelves were completely barren and coated in a thick layer of grey dust. It looked like the place had been picked clean years ago. Suddenly, a violent tremor shook the concrete floor beneath my feet. By the time I realized what was happening, the men were already sprinting toward the exit at top speed. My brain short-circuited. Pure instinct took over, and my legs carried me after them. The men piled into the truck, slammed the doors, and the engine roared to life. They were not waiting for me! They intentionally brought me out here to dispose of me! The realization hit me like a physical blow. Uncontrollable, suffocating terror gripped my throat. “Do not leave! Wait! Please do not leave me behind!” I sprinted after the tires with everything I had, but the truck left me entirely in the dust. They were gone. And I was completely surrounded by the undead. As the rotting, foul-smelling corpses dragged their feet closer and closer, I accepted my fate and squeezed my eyes shut. The ruined city was blanketed by a thick, oppressive layer of grey clouds. Amidst the gloom, a gust of wind carrying the stench of blood and decay swept through the street. A large, reinforced cargo truck slowly pulled to a stop nearby. The noise attracted a few straggling zombies on the road. Before the monsters could even lunge, a group of people hopped out of the truck, wielding heavy blades. With terrifying efficiency, they severed the rotting heads from their bodies. Startled by the commotion, I peeked through the narrow crack of the rusted dumpster I was currently hiding inside. Their combat movements were brutally efficient. The three men in the group barely even blinked, decapitating zombies with single, fluid strikes. After clearing the immediate area, the group began packing up, preparing to leave. Panic surged through my chest. I did not care if they were saints or murderers. This city had been dead for years, and who knows when I would ever see living humans again. I scrambled out of the filthy dumpster and sprinted awkwardly toward them. Hearing footsteps, they instantly assumed I was a running mutant. One of the men whipped out a machete and swung it directly at my skull. I shrieked, dropping to my knees and covering my head. “Please do not kill me! I am human! I am a good person!” The sharp blade halted a millimeter above my scalp. A few strands of my severed hair fluttered to the asphalt. I sat completely paralyzed on the ground, a cold sweat drenching my back. The man stared down at me, his face an absolute mask of ice, and slowly lowered his weapon. 5 Another man strolled over, crouching down to inspect me with wide, amused eyes. “Well, look at that! A living, breathing human in this hellhole!” A second later, his cheerful expression twisted in absolute horror. He violently stumbled backward. “Holy crap! What is that smell?! You are going to suffocate me!” My face burned bright red. I lowered my head in deep shame. “I am so, so sorry.” A young woman with short, practical hair stepped up to me. “Can you tell me why you are completely alone out here?” She scratched her head, looking puzzled. “Or rather, how are you even alive right now?” The dam finally broke. The memory of those bastards tossing me into a zombie horde flooded my mind, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. By all logic, I should have been ripped to shreds within two seconds. But for some inexplicable reason, the surrounding zombie horde suddenly scattered into the alleys. Clutching my painfully racing heart, I had frantically crawled into this dumpster and stayed paralyzed in the filth for two entire days. I fully believed I would either be eaten alive or starve to death in the dark. I never expected to be saved. Through choked sobs, I briefly explained how my squad had maliciously abandoned me to die. The short-haired girl’s eyes softened with instant sympathy and outrage. My eyes were red and swollen, tears pooling pitifully in my lashes. I looked exactly like a tragic, helpless victim who had been cruelly betrayed. I had absolutely zero leverage or survival skills. Playing the pathetic, harmless victim was my only strategy to win their sympathy. Thankfully, my fragile appearance and tragic story successfully lowered their guards. “Can you please take me with you? I promise I will not be a burden. I can do anything you ask, just please do not leave me in this place.” The girl turned her head, looking at the three men for permission. The guy who had complained about my smell gave a lazy, indifferent shrug. “Might as well bring him. Look at how scrawny he is. It is not like he is going to eat much of our rations.” I immediately nodded frantically. “Yes! Exactly! I barely eat anything at all!” The other two men remained silent, which in the apocalypse essentially meant yes. Just like that, I climbed into the back of their cargo truck and finally left that city of nightmares behind. I had narrowly escaped death, and I should have been overjoyed. But a heavy, suffocating dread settled in my chest instead. During those two terrifying days huddled in the dumpster, a flood of bizarre, cinematic visions had violently forced their way into my brain. Every single vision was about Kieran. The Kieran in my mind felt terrifyingly unfamiliar. He did not look like the man who sighed helplessly at my tantrums, nor the man who scolded me with a stern face. He radiated a bone-chilling, absolute frost. He barely looked like a man with a beating heart. In those visions, I was completely absent. He stood entirely alone, ruling with an iron fist, slaughtering his enemies, expanding his territory, and ultimately ascending to become the absolute sovereign of the wasteland. At the very end of those flashing memories, a line of glowing text appeared in my mind. Commander Kieran was no longer the underdog a piece of trash like Felix could humiliate. He was the sole hope of humanity, destined to lead the survivors and ensure the fire of civilization never extinguished. Reading that sentence and piecing all the memories together, the horrific truth became crystal clear. This world was a published novel. Kieran was the unstoppable protagonist. And I was just a petty, malicious early-game villain who bullied him when he was weak. A worthless cannon fodder destined to be torn apart by zombies at the very beginning of the story.

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

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In the fourth year of our arranged marriage, Nathaniel still loved that fragile human, Sophia, his fated mate. Even though I was his wife now, it didn’t matter. After Sophia got injured, he even wanted to drain half his blood for her. Alpha blood had strong healing powers. It could prevent scars from forming on her wounds. Sophia shattered the keepsake my grandmother left me. Yet he grabbed me by the throat and forced me to apologize to Sophia. To make him happy, I chose to break the mate bond and leave on my own. Two months later, he found me in Paris and begged me to come back to him. But he didn’t know. I had found my fated mate. Amelia Johnson POV On the phone, Moore, my father’s beta, had a calm and professional voice. “Amelia, Alpha Silas has carefully considered your proposal. He admits that Nathaniel has done far too much for that human, things a qualified alpha heir shouldn’t do. Therefore, the cooperation with Moonclaw Pack can be terminated. You can leave Moonclaw Pack after that ridiculous marriage contract expires and go anywhere you want.” His voice paused, taking on a hint of amusement. “If the money isn’t enough, you’ll have to talk to your father yourself.” “Thank you for your help, Moore.” I hung up and looked at the enormous photo hanging in the center of the living room wall. In the picture, I wore a formal dress, standing beside Nathaniel. That was the only time in my life I dared to stand so brazenly close to Nathaniel. Yet his expression was so cold. Love or the lack of it needed no words. It hung there, naked and obvious. “It’s finally going to end.” I sighed. Four years ago, my father sent me to Moonclaw Pack for an arranged marriage when I was twenty-two and still hadn’t found my fated mate. After arriving, I learned that Nathaniel had already found his fated mate. It’s just that his fated mate was human, a human that Nathaniel’s father, Alpha William, refused to accept. So Alpha William ordered him to give up that human and be with me. On my wedding night, there was no tenderness, only Nathaniel’s cold, cutting words and a ridiculous marriage contract. “Amelia, remember your place. This is just an arranged marriage between us. And this arrangement only lasts four years. During these four years, do what you’re supposed to do and don’t fantasize about anything that doesn’t belong to you. After four years, give up your position to its rightful owner.” Back then, I naively thought that four years would be enough to warm a block of ice. I thought we could become mates who loved each other. But four years passed, and I finally understood: some ice would never melt for me. A soft sound at the door interrupted my thoughts. Nathaniel was home. His tall figure brought a sharp chill as he stepped inside. I took a deep breath and went to meet him. I took his coat and hung it up. I knelt down in front of him, opened the shoe cabinet, and took out a pair of soft house slippers. I had practiced this routine for four years. Nathaniel had long grown accustomed to it all. He loosened his tie and tossed it carelessly on the shoe cabinet: “Next month is the pack’s full moon festival. Don’t forget to attend.” My movements as I changed his shoes froze for a moment. I shook my head gently: “I’ll probably be busy that day. I won’t go.” After that day, I would no longer be Nathaniel’s mate. But I couldn’t bring myself to say those words. Hearing this, Nathaniel’s brows furrowed immediately. “What are you throwing a tantrum about now?” His voice was full of impatience. “Because I’ve been spending more time with Sophia lately? Amelia, I warned you on the first day of our marriage. Don’t fantasize about things that don’t belong to you. And put away that pathetic victim act. It only disgusts me.” I was simply preparing to disappear completely from his world after the contract expired, to never be an eyesore again. Yet he thought I was protesting his kindness toward Sophia in this way. I opened my mouth but ultimately said nothing. Nathaniel’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, and his expression instantly softened. A tenderness he had never shown me. Sophia’s crying came through the receiver. Nathaniel asked nervously and gently: “Sophia? What’s wrong? Don’t cry, take your time.” Sophia on the other end seemed to be saying something intermittently. Nathaniel kept comforting her: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Where are you now? Okay, I’ll be right there!” He hung up and didn’t even glance at me still kneeling on the floor. He grabbed his car keys and rushed outside. He moved so urgently that his shoulder slammed hard into me. I was already off-balance, and this powerful impact sent my body stumbling backward uncontrollably. My forehead struck hard against the sharp corner of the door frame. Searing pain exploded from my temple, and stars burst before my eyes. But Nathaniel’s figure had already disappeared outside the door. He rushed into the cold night without even a backward glance. The huge house instantly fell silent. I supported myself against the wall and slowly stood up. The pain at my temple made me dizzy. I walked to the mirror in the entryway and looked at the pale-faced woman in the reflection. I wore a blue floral dress, looking docile and harmless. But I wasn’t always like this. I was my father’s favorite child, inheriting his combat talents. I could shift at sixteen and beat down those guys who drooled after me. I never imagined becoming someone’s mate, bearing his children, managing a household. For four years, I had disguised myself as a weak, unthreatening woman. All to win Nathaniel’s love. It was laughable, but I had to do it to maintain the alliance between our packs. I was an alpha’s daughter. This was my duty. At least it would all end soon. It wasn’t until late at night that my phone rang. It was Nathaniel. I answered. His voice came through, completely flat: “Come to the hospital.” I instinctively asked: “What happened? Are you hurt?” “Come and you’ll see.” The call was mercilessly disconnected, leaving only the cold dial tone. Without thinking, I grabbed a coat and rushed out. The night wind was freezing. I drove at top speed all the way. What could have happened? Was it an accident with Sophia? Or was it him? I arrived at the hospital as fast as I could. From a distance, I immediately saw Nathaniel in the hospital room, holding the crying Sophia and comforting her. They were embracing tightly. The scene felt so ironic, as if I, who had rushed here, was the third party.

Amelia Johnson POV The air in the corridor felt especially cold because of the disinfectant smell. I stood there, feeling like all the blood in my body had been frozen by this chill. I watched the two people embracing tightly in the distance. Nathaniel lowered his head, softly comforting Sophia who was crying in his arms. The lines of his profile were as gentle as if he were a different person. That was the tenderness I hadn’t earned even after four years. I could barely breathe. It took me a long time to move my stiffened legs again, walking toward them step by step. Nathaniel heard the sound and looked up. The moment he saw me, the tenderness that flashed in his eyes quickly faded, replaced again by that familiar coldness. “What happened?” I forced myself to speak. Nathaniel looked at me with those terrifyingly calm eyes and spoke slowly: “Sophia had an accident. The wound is long, and she’s lost a lot of blood.” I instinctively asked: “What?” “She needs a blood transfusion.” Nathaniel looked at me as if stating a fact as mundane as the weather, completely unrelated to her: “My blood can not only save her but also prevent the wound from scarring.” “You want to give her your blood?!” Alpha blood did indeed have powerful healing abilities. But that didn’t mean it should be used at times like this, especially not for the reason of preventing a human from having scars. This was absurd. He would go this far for Sophia? “I didn’t call you here for your opinion.” Nathaniel coldly interrupted me. “Just to inform you.” “Nathaniel, you can’t do this!” I stepped forward, my voice trembling with urgency. “Losing a large amount of blood is dangerous even for you. This is too risky!” “Dangerous?” A mocking smile curved Nathaniel’s lips. “That’s none of your concern. My decisions aren’t for you to question.” “I’m your mate!” The words burst out, carrying a desperation I hadn’t even noticed in myself. “Mate?” The mockery in his eyes deepened. “Remember your place, Amelia. You’re just a conveniently suitable arranged marriage partner when I needed one. Now, move aside.” I see. So my only value as his mate was to be a silent background prop when told he’d decided to risk himself for another woman. How ironic. “Fine.” I stepped back, feeling all the strength drain from my body. Nathaniel released Sophia and helped her sit in a nearby chair. He comforted her with gentle words, then turned and strode toward the treatment room. Just as the door was about to close, I called out: “Nathaniel!” He stopped and turned to look at me without emotion. For a moment, I wanted to ask him: In these four years, did you ever care for me, even for a second? But meeting those cold eyes, I knew the answer would only disappoint me more. In the end, I only said: “Be safe.” His gaze seemed to flicker slightly, but he said nothing in the end. He turned and went to give blood without hesitation. I finally understood completely. His love for Sophia was profound enough that he would give his precious blood for her. And my four years of devotion and waiting were nothing but a joke. In the corridor, I sat on the cold bench. Sophia walked out of the hospital room, wiped away her tears, sat down beside me, and spoke in a gentle tone: “I’m sorry for troubling Nathaniel again because of me. You know, when I first learned about you, I was really angry. But he said you were just a tool he used to deal with Alpha William. With you around, Alpha William wouldn’t make things difficult for me, and I could have more freedom.” I knew what this meant. Alpha William was an extremely strict werewolf alpha. He didn’t allow any female werewolves to leave the pack, or even go to bars alone. He was even stricter with Nathaniel’s mate. He forbade me from leaving the pack, required me to wait at home when Nathaniel returned, demanded I personally take care of all of Nathaniel’s needs. So Nathaniel knew this life was restrictive, but he didn’t care about me, so he couldn’t see my pain. “You know what? One year, he secretly flew to Paris just because I casually mentioned I liked a certain vintage pendant that was about to be released.” Sophia smiled and continued to provoke me. “But I was still angry at the time, so I threw the jewelry box right back at him.” I remembered that pendant. When Nathaniel returned from Paris that time, he casually tossed an exquisite velvet box to me, his tone indifferent: “Someone gave it to me. I don’t like it. You deal with it.” I was so happy when I opened it and saw the necklace. I thought it was the first and only gift he’d ever given me. I treasured it at the bottom of my jewelry box, never daring to wear it, often taking it out and looking at it for hours. It turned out that what I treasured was just the garbage Sophia had disdainfully thrown away. “And another time,” Sophia’s voice drifted over leisurely, “I was in a bad mood late at night and posted something really sad on social media. Guess what? He actually flew to New York overnight to be with me. Even though I didn’t want to see him, he stood in the rain all night.” I remembered that time. When Nathaniel came back from his business trip, he was soaking wet and pressed me hard beneath him, taking me fiercely. I naively thought at the time that it was proof of his longing for me after our separation, a breakthrough in our relationship. It turned out that wasn’t love at all, much less genuine feeling. It was just him venting all his unfulfilled desire for another woman on me, a substitute he could use whenever he wanted. “These four years,” Sophia’s voice was full of pride, “I ignored him, wanted him to give up, but Nathaniel pursued relentlessly. Every day he had someone send me a bouquet of lisianthus.” The flower language of lisianthus is unchanging love, eternal waiting. I felt dizzy and disoriented. He didn’t like having any plants in the house. He said he was allergic, so I, who had always loved fresh flowers, hadn’t bought a single one in four years. Yet he easily ordered flowers for someone else for four entire years. I was a complete fool. Four years of arranged marriage, an elaborately planned deception. “I’m leaving.” I didn’t want to hear her continue. I stood up and pushed through the hospital doors, finally breaking into a run. I was afraid that one second later, I would completely drown in this four-year-long fantasy.

Amelia Johnson POV After escaping from the hospital, I locked myself in the villa for three whole days. So the pendant I had carefully treasured was someone else’s discarded garbage. So what I thought was passion was just a tool for venting. So my joyful late-night companionship was just witnessing a prolonged confession. Four years, one thousand four hundred and sixty days: I had become a complete substitute, a shadow. Not even a shadow, just an insignificant background prop in his love story. On the fourth day, Beta Henry knocked on my door: “Amelia, Alpha William wants you and sir to remember to attend the gathering tonight.” I didn’t refuse. This was Moonclaw Pack’s rule: a monthly banquet, rain or shine. I spent a long time using thick concealer to hide the exhaustion and pallor on my face. I changed into a proper long dress and played the role of Nathaniel’s gentle and virtuous mate once again. This would be the last time. In the evening, Nathaniel came home, his face slightly paler than usual but still upright. Seeing me, he only nodded faintly as a greeting, then went straight upstairs to change. From beginning to end, he didn’t ask why I had suddenly left that day or how I’d been these past few days. As if I were just a prop needed to attend the banquet together. The pack’s council hall was built large and usually served the function of hosting banquets as well. The huge dining table was filled with pack members, but the atmosphere was as oppressive as always. No one dared to make noise around the stern and rigid Alpha William. Nathaniel’s father, Alpha William, sat at the head of the table. Halfway through the meal, an elder spoke up with concern: “Nathaniel, you and Amelia have been together for four years. Why hasn’t she gotten pregnant yet?” At these words, everyone’s gaze focused on my flat abdomen. Oh no. Nathaniel put down his utensils and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his tone indifferent: “No rush.” These three casual words instantly ignited Alpha William’s fury. He slammed his fork heavily on the table. “No rush?!” William glared at him. “You’re already thirty years old. How much longer do you want to wait? Amelia, as Nathaniel’s mate, don’t you have any sense of responsibility?!” The attack instantly turned toward me. I put down my fork, stood up, and bowed my head slightly: “Dad, it’s my fault.” “Of course it’s your fault!” William’s voice grew even harsher. His sharp gaze cut into me like a knife. “I heard that a few days ago, Nathaniel gave a lot of blood for that human woman! Alpha blood is so precious and powerful. How can it be casually given to others, especially to a fragile human?! You’re his mate and you were there. Why didn’t you stop him from doing something so dangerous and reckless?!” “Dad, this was my own decision.” Nathaniel frowned and spoke up. “You shut up!” William scolded. “You don’t get to speak here! Amelia, you’ve been married to Nathaniel for four years without bearing an heir for the pack. Now you can’t even take care of Nathaniel’s health, letting him deplete himself for some damned human! You’re failing completely as a mate!” Yes, this was another reason I decided not to continue the marriage arrangement. This Alpha William was even more domineering and tyrannical than a king. Especially, he hated all women. That included me, of course. He believed women should stay obediently at home, locked up in chains, only needed to bear children. So his mate, that brave Luna, tried to resist and ultimately chose suicide. The death of his fated mate only intensified this tyrant’s obsession. In these four years, I had endured too many such insults. I hadn’t planned to respond. But William gestured to a nearby servant. The servant immediately brought over a bowl of dark, bitter-smelling medicine. “This is medicine I specially had the healer prepare for you. It will help you get pregnant. Drink it!” William commanded. I looked at the bowl of medicine, my stomach churning. For the first time, I chose to resist. “Dad, I’m sorry. I won’t drink this medicine.” Everyone was shocked, including Nathaniel, who looked at me with surprise. William’s face turned ashen. He pointed at my nose and roared: “You dare defy me! Are you challenging Moonclaw Pack’s rules? Guards!” Two tall guards immediately stepped forward. “Take her to the yard! Give her ten lashes with the silver whip!” I didn’t resist, letting the guards drag me out. From beginning to end, Nathaniel just sat there, watching coldly. He didn’t even say a word in my defense, only looking away the moment I was taken out. As if what was about to happen in the yard had nothing to do with him. The late autumn night was bitterly cold. William was always strict. He had established many rules. This wasn’t my first time being punished, but it would be my last. Wounds left by silver weapons were difficult to heal. The cold penetrated through the wounds into my bones, making me shiver all over, yet I also felt a burning pain spreading. Through the study window, I could clearly see Nathaniel’s silhouette. He didn’t come out. He sat on the study sofa, holding his phone and making a call. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could imagine that the person on the other end must be Sophia. Time passed minute by minute. The intense pain and cold from my back gradually blurred my consciousness. After the whipping ended, I felt my body growing colder and heavier, and the scene before my eyes began to spin. In the second before I completely lost consciousness, I saw Nathaniel in the study finally hang up the phone, stand up, and draw the curtains. He completely shut out my last shred of hope. So he simply didn’t care. Everything went black. Then nothing.

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I secretly loved Ethan for ten years. For five years, I was his substitute wife. In that fire, I lost hearing in my left ear and covered my back with scars to save his life. But he believed Cherry saved him. He said I stole someone else’s credit. He said I disgusted him. Then he brought her to our bed. Told me to buy the condoms. Inside the bedroom, Ethan’s stifled, wild groans mixed with Cherry’s shaking moans. Outside, I clutched the condoms, my knuckles white, the wounds on my back reopening. Can’t I just give up? The day I signed the divorce papers, I booked a one-way ticket to an island. My left ear is deaf. I’ll listen to the waves with my right. He doesn’t love me. Fine. I just want to be Summer Lynn again. Summer Lynn POV “Miss Lynn, you have severe hearing loss in your left ear.” The doctor handed me a report, his tone heavy. “Five years ago, you inhaled toxic smoke in the fire. It damaged your auditory nerve. Over the years, you’ve also had severe chronic depression. Your immune system has collapsed. Now even your right ear is starting to fail.” I sat in the chair without a sound. The doctor thought I didn’t understand, so he repeated himself. “If you don’t adjust your emotional state, your right ear will be affected too.” I looked at the diagnosis report. After a few seconds, I folded the thin sheet of paper neatly and placed it in my bag. “I understand. Thank you, doctor.” I stood up and left the consultation room. Outside in the corridor, a rainstorm had begun. I couldn’t help but think of that fire from five years ago. Ethan’s villa had caught fire. His leg was crushed, and he was trapped in the second-floor bedroom. I was the one who rushed in through the high heat. When the beam collapsed, I threw myself over Ethan and shielded him with everything I had. My back was severely injured, and my left ear was damaged by the toxic smoke. It kept bleeding. I dragged the unconscious Ethan out of the fire, then fell into a severe coma myself. But after I spent three days and nights being resuscitated in the ICU and finally woke up, everything had changed. That hospital was a private facility the Harrington family had invested in. Ethan’s mother, who had always despised me, suppressed my true medical report. Sitting by Ethan’s hospital bed was Cherry Collins. In Cherry’s hand, she clutched a watch she’d brought out from the fire. Cherry Collins was Ethan’s first love, the one who held his heart. Five years ago, Cherry, as Ethan’s girlfriend, had secretly left to study abroad on the night of their engagement, turning the Harrington family into a laughingstock. The Harrington family urgently needed a replacement to complete the engagement. I, who had secretly loved Ethan for ten years, stepped forward and willingly became the substitute for this marriage. That day, Ethan expressionlessly slid the diamond ring originally custom-made for Cherry onto my ring finger. From that moment on, I was nothing but a substitute. And when that fire happened, Cherry had just returned to the country. Ethan’s mother told Ethan that Cherry had rushed into the fire to save him, while I had only run in afterward to steal the credit. Ethan believed her. He was convinced that Cherry had risked her life to rush into the fire and save him. I dragged my still-bleeding back to explain, but all I got in return was Ethan’s extremely disgusted look and one cold sentence: “Summer, to make me love you, you’d even steal a life-saving deed? You truly disgust me.” After that, I never brought it up again. I took out my phone to call a car. A sedan suddenly screeched to a stop in front of me. The window rolled down. Ethan sat in the driver’s seat. He frowned slightly, his gaze resting on my rain-soaked shoulders, his tone cold. “Get in.” Ethan spoke. “Stop making a scene. If you get sick, I’ll have to arrange for someone to take care of you.” My hand holding the phone paused. I raised my head and looked past Ethan to see Cherry sitting in the passenger seat. Cherry didn’t turn around. She just leaned slightly to the side. If this were before, I would have stared hard at the passenger seat position, yanked open the car door, and demanded an explanation from Ethan about why he said he’d be at a company meeting but drove the car here instead. I would have asked, red-eyed and stubborn, for an explanation. Ethan was used to my questioning. But this time, I just glanced once, then calmly withdrew my gaze. “No need.” I stood on the steps, my tone devoid of emotion. “The hospital is full of germs. I’m afraid of infecting you both.” Ethan’s hand on the steering wheel paused slightly. “Ethan.” Cherry spoke softly. “Is Summer upset because I’m sitting here? Maybe I should get out. I can just take a cab back.” “Stay seated.” Ethan interrupted Cherry, his gaze still on me. “Summer, don’t test my patience. Are you sure you want to stand here in the rain?” “I called a car. It’ll be here soon,” I replied. Ethan looked at me, then finally let out a cold laugh. “Fine.” The window rolled up. The sedan merged back into traffic and quickly disappeared into the curtain of rain. I hadn’t called a car. I opened the umbrella in my bag and walked into the rain. I returned to the villa. It was already seven in the evening. I closed my dripping umbrella and walked straight into the kitchen. I walked to the counter and pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside was a very thick notebook. Opening the cover, it was filled with my notes. Five years ago, Ethan was admitted to the ICU because of a stomach hemorrhage. After that, I visited every hospital in the city and wrote down these precautions. For the past five years, I’d followed this notebook and made nutritious meals for Ethan every day. My hands still bore two permanent scars from burns. And Ethan’s evaluation of the nutritious meals was usually just a cold “just leave it on the table,” or he simply wouldn’t come home. I flipped through two pages. The paper made a dry rustling sound. Then I closed the notebook and threw it into the nearby trash can. I looked at my left ring finger. This ring was personally designed by Ethan for Cherry back then. The ring size was also made to Cherry’s measurements. So the ring was a bit tight on my finger. Every time I accidentally bumped it, the band would dig hard into my knuckle. But I never complained of pain. I insisted on wearing this ring for five years.

Summer Lynn POV The knuckle of my ring finger had long since developed a ring of stubborn dead skin from being squeezed. I squeezed out a large blob of hand soap and spread it on my ring finger. I gripped the wedding ring with my right hand and pulled hard outward. The stinging pain of broken skin came. The metal scraped against my knuckle. The ring gradually left my finger. The moment the ring came off my finger, I stood by the sink for a long time. I dried my hands, then walked out of the bathroom. I lifted the covers and lay down. I closed my eyes. My right ear listened to the sound of rain outside the window. My left ear existed in absolute, dead silence. I should have gone to the living room to turn on a dim lamp, then stayed up all night waiting for Ethan to come home. But tonight. I didn’t turn on a light for him. I didn’t wait anymore either. The next morning when I came downstairs, Ethan and Cherry were already sitting in the dining room. Cherry picked up a bowl of hot milk and walked over. “Summer, you got caught in the rain last night. Drink some hot milk while it’s warm.” I didn’t speak. I pulled out a chair and sat down. I hadn’t slept all night. My stomach sent a wave of pain through me. I picked up the hot milk and took a sip. After just a few seconds, my face instantly changed. There was peanut powder in the milk. I had an extremely severe peanut allergy. Ethan knew this. If I touched even a little bit, I would have an allergic reaction, triggering acute asthma or even shock. My airway felt like it was being squeezed shut by an invisible hand. I covered my throat, desperately gasping for air, but couldn’t draw in a single breath. I fell from the chair in agony, my face quickly turning purple. “Ah!” At the same moment, a cry rang out from the kitchen. “Ethan, it hurts… I cut my finger.” Cherry held up her finger with a small trace of blood, her eyes red. Ethan, who had been watching the morning news, heard the sound and immediately stood up, striding toward the kitchen. I collapsed on the floor, my vision starting to blur. I used every ounce of strength to crawl toward the table. In the drawer there was my epinephrine emergency pen. My fingertips finally touched the edge of the table. Just as I was about to pull open the drawer, Ethan rushed past. Bang! To get to Cherry faster, he kicked the trash can beside the table. It knocked away the emergency kit I’d barely managed to reach. The medicine vial rolled to the deepest part under the sofa. I desperately reached out my hand and grabbed Ethan’s pant leg, making agonized sounds in my throat. Ethan looked down. He looked at me but didn’t stop. Instead, he shook off my hand. “Summer, can you stop making a scene?” Ethan’s tone was filled with undisguised disgust. “Cherry cut her finger. She faints at the sight of blood. I have to take her to the hospital right away!” He walked straight over, picked up Cherry, and strode quickly toward the door. At the doorway, he coldly threw out a sentence: “Call yourself a car to the hospital!” The door closed. I lay on the cold floor. My vision was already going black from lack of oxygen. I bit down hard and dragged my heavy body inch by inch toward the sofa. My nails scraped across the floor with a harsh sound, drawing out threads of blood. Finally, I touched the emergency pen. With trembling hands, I removed the safety cap, aimed it at the outside of my thigh, and stabbed it hard into my muscle! Along with the intense pain of the thick, long needle piercing in, the medication was rapidly pushed into my body. Ten minutes later, my airway slowly opened. I lay on the floor, gulping in air. I had almost died here just now. I’d always thought that the person I’d saved with my life all those years ago would also save me when I was in danger. But only at this moment did I finally understand. In Ethan’s eyes, my life wasn’t worth even a bit of broken skin on Cherry. I should give up.

Summer Lynn POV I lay on the cold floor for an entire night. Until dawn broke, Ethan hadn’t returned. He hadn’t called even once. I propped up my numb body and slowly climbed up from the floor. I opened my computer, printed out a divorce agreement, and dialed a number I’d never actively called in five years. “If you’re calling to say that Ethan is with Cherry again, don’t bother. I told you long ago. You’re just a substitute.” “Now that Cherry is back, Ethan doesn’t need a wife with no social standing like you.” Over these five years, Ethan’s mother had never hidden her disgust for me. Every time Ethan brought Cherry to public events, she either permitted it or even supported it, trying to force me to leave on my own. My voice was calm. “I agree to the divorce, and I’ll leave here forever, but I need you to help me with something.” The person on the other end was clearly stunned, then said, “As long as you’re willing to leave Ethan, I’ll agree to any condition you want. How much money do you want?” “I don’t want a single penny.” I looked at the agreement I’d just signed beside me. “I just need you to use the Harrington family’s connections to quietly finalize the divorce within a month. And… erase all my information. Ethan can’t find out.” Ethan’s mother laughed. “Fine. In thirty days, I’ll have someone deliver your new identity to you.” After doing all this, I found a number in my contacts. This number belonged to a gallery director. Five years ago, I’d had the chance to have my own art exhibition. But to take care of Ethan, I put down my paintbrush and picked up cooking instead. “Marcus, that beach house you mentioned. Is it still available?” “Of course! Finally ready to paint again?” “Yes.” I replied. “I want to rent that house.” I wasn’t going to be Mrs. Harrington anymore. After hanging up, I booked a one-way ticket for thirty days from now. I was going to that island where no one knew me, to become Summer Lynn again. That evening, Ethan came back alone. He walked into the living room and saw me sitting quietly on the sofa reading. I didn’t rush up to him with hot milk like before. I didn’t even lift my head. Ethan asked coldly, “Did the family doctor come treat you this morning? Stop eating random things from now on.” I turned a page in my book, my tone calm. “It’s fine. I won’t die.” “There’s a charity auction gala tomorrow. Come with me. Don’t you always want me to introduce you to the public?” My gaze moved from the book. I was about to refuse when Ethan’s phone suddenly rang. Cherry’s delicate crying voice came from the other end. “Ethan, can you take me to tomorrow’s auction? I just got back to the country. I don’t know anyone. I’m so scared to go alone…” Ethan glanced at me. I remained sitting quietly, as if I hadn’t heard the phone conversation at all. He suddenly blurted out, “Okay, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” After hanging up, Ethan looked at me. “You don’t need to go to tomorrow’s gala. Rest at home. I’ll take you to another gala in a few days.” If this were before, I would have demanded through red eyes why he was going back on his word. But today, I looked at him and gently closed the book in my hands. “Okay.” I nodded, no unwillingness in my tone. “I understand.” Ethan looked at me. He suddenly yanked off his tie, turned around, and strode upstairs. What he didn’t know was that the moment he turned to go upstairs, I took out my phone. On the phone screen was a ticketing message from the airline. “You have successfully booked a one-way ticket to Hawaii departing in thirty days.” Ethan’s mother had also sent a message: “The divorce has entered the process. It will take thirty days. In thirty days, I hope you keep your promise.” I replied, “Thank you.” Then I opened my calendar and silently began counting down.

Summer Lynn POV The next day, Ethan took Cherry to the charity gala as expected. When he returned, he even tossed me a gift box. “Auction item from last night’s gala. For you.” I sat on the sofa, my gaze falling on that gift box. I didn’t take it. I didn’t open it either. “Do you need me to open it for you?” Ethan’s brow furrowed slightly. He walked over and opened the gift box clasp with one hand. Inside lay a dazzling diamond necklace. “I saw Cherry really liked the main piece from this collection, so I bought it for her. This starry one is the secondary piece. It happens to suit you.” My fingertips curled slightly under my sleeves. What he gave Cherry was the main necklace worth tens of millions. What he gave me, his wife, was just a secondary gift piece. If this were before, I would have asked him through red eyes, “Ethan, in your heart, will I always only get the things she doesn’t want?” I would have been too upset to sleep, while he would only think I was making a fuss and habitually use money to wipe away my tears. But tonight, I just felt like my heart had been injected with anesthesia. Even the pain had become dull. I looked at the necklace reflecting cold light and pulled at the corners of my dry lips slightly. “Thank you.” My voice was as light as a feather landing on the ground. “The necklace is beautiful. I really like it.” Ethan’s movements paused. I didn’t look at the necklace anymore. My gaze returned to the book in my hands. “Summer, stop making a scene.” His voice deepened, carrying suppressed displeasure. “I’m very tired today. I don’t have time to humor you.” “I’m not making a scene.” I turned a page in my book, my tone as calm as stagnant water. Ethan stared at me for a while, then let out a cold laugh, turned around, and strode toward the second-floor study. Bang! The study door slammed shut. I didn’t try to keep him. I looked at the glittering necklace on the table. What flashed through my mind was a scene from ten years ago. That year I was only sixteen, hiding in a corner of the Harrington family villa, watching that handsome young man. I’d secretly loved him for a full ten years. When his fiancée ran away from the wedding, I was willing to wear an ill-fitting wedding dress and shield him from all the embarrassment. On our wedding day, I naively thought that as long as I was obedient enough and understanding enough, someday I could make him love me. Even though he put a ring that didn’t fit my finger onto my hand, even though he wouldn’t spare me a glance, I still felt that at least I was standing beside him. But that fire not only took away my hearing. It also completely burned away my love for him. For Cherry’s sake, he didn’t even care about my life. Once a person wakes up, they understand everything. For the next two weeks, I silently erased all traces of myself. I listed designer bags and clothes on secondhand websites at low prices, keeping only a few of the most ordinary clothes. In the huge master bedroom, the traces of my presence grew fainter and fainter. That afternoon, the villa’s doorbell suddenly rang. Cherry walked in. I walked out of the storage room holding a wooden paint box covered in thick dust. I looked up and saw Cherry. Around Cherry’s neck, she was conspicuously wearing that dazzling main diamond necklace. That huge central diamond rested perfectly on her delicate collarbone, so bright it hurt the eyes. “Summer, you’re home.” Cherry walked into the living room, deliberately tucking her hair behind her ear to fully expose the necklace to my view. “A few days ago at the auction, Ethan insisted on buying me this jewelry set. I said it was too expensive and I couldn’t accept it, but he wouldn’t listen. He even put it on me himself.” Cherry smiled happily. “He said this necklace had a secondary gift piece that he brought home for you. Did you see it?” My fingers holding the paint box tightened slightly. I listened to Cherry’s boastful words and looked at that necklace, but my eyes didn’t show even a ripple of emotion. I pointed at the box. “If you like it, take that along with you.”

Summer Lynn POV Cherry froze in place. After all, my reaction carried an uncomfortable sense of dismissal. Cherry bit her lip unwillingly. Her gaze shifted and landed on the old paint box I was holding. “Summer, what are you packing up?” Cherry walked forward, pretending to be curious as she reached out to touch the box. “Don’t touch it.” My voice turned slightly cold. I instinctively stepped back. This was the last memento my mother left me before she died. It was also what I planned to take to the island. My hope for starting a new life. Cherry didn’t pull her hand back. Instead, she twisted her wrist hard, using my own backward movement as cover. Crash! A dull, heavy sound. The heavy wooden box slipped from my hands and fell hard onto the marble floor. The wooden box shattered instantly. The paint tubes I’d treasured for years broke into pieces, paint splashing out everywhere, staining the expensive carpet and splattering onto my clean pant legs. I stood frozen, staring at the broken wooden box, my brain blank for a moment. “Oh no!” But Cherry cried out first. She quickly stepped back two paces, her eyes instantly reddening like a startled deer. At the same moment, the second-floor study door was pushed open forcefully. Hearing the commotion, Ethan quickly came downstairs. “What happened?” He glanced at the paint all over the floor, his brow knitting tightly. Cherry immediately grabbed Ethan’s sleeve with red eyes, her voice choking with tears. “Ethan, I just wanted to help Summer with something… Summer might still be mad at me. She threw the box down and almost hit my foot…” Ethan’s gaze followed Cherry’s pointing finger and landed on me. He looked at the mess on the floor, then at my face. “Summer, what exactly are you trying to do?” Ethan’s tone was ice-cold, with undisguised disgust. “They’re just some paint tubes. Do you really need to make such a scene?” These paints were my mother’s favorites when she was alive. Five years ago, to take care of Ethan who had a stomach hemorrhage from inhaling smoke, I gave up my own art exhibition. Now, the items I treasured most from my mother had been smashed to pieces by Cherry’s own hands, yet he directly pinned all the blame on me. I slowly raised my head and looked at Ethan. “You think this is just some paint?” My voice was very light, but carried a kind of deathly stillness that made people’s hearts skip. “What else?” Ethan looked at me coldly, pulling out a checkbook from his suit pocket. “How much money do you need? A hundred thousand or two hundred thousand? I’ll write you a check.” I looked at him for a few seconds. Looking at this man whose life I’d saved with my own, even at the cost of my left ear’s hearing. I suddenly found it absurd. I nodded. I didn’t reach for that check. I turned around and looked at the servant standing timidly to the side. “Sweep all this garbage into the trash.” Ethan’s hand holding the check froze in midair. “Summer…” Ethan frowned. He seemed like he wanted to say something to make me stay. I had already turned and gone upstairs. In this house, there was nothing left worth looking at even once more. Back in the bedroom, I closed the door and leaned weakly against it. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted a hint of sweet, bloody iron, finally forcing down the sourness in my throat that nearly tore me apart. I took out my phone and opened the calendar. Only seven days left until my flight departed. After heavily crossing off today’s date, I took a deep breath. Very soon, I could be completely free.

Summer Lynn POV I moved out of the master bedroom and into a guest room. I no longer asked Ethan what time he’d be home. Even when Cherry occasionally walked around the living room wearing Ethan’s shirt, I just ignored it. This complete indifference seemed to provoke Ethan. One evening, Ethan pushed open the guest room door. I was sitting by the window reading. Hearing the sound, I didn’t even lift an eyelid. Ethan walked over and placed an invitation on the small table in front of me. His tone was cold. “My friends are having a party tonight to celebrate Cherry’s gallery securing a location. Come with me.” My gaze finally moved from the book pages and landed on that invitation. For five years, Ethan had never brought me to meet his friends. His friends looked down on me as a substitute, and he never felt it necessary to have me attend. But today, he wanted to bring me along. “I’m not going.” My voice held no emotion. Ethan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He looked at me, his eyes gradually growing cold. “Summer, stop making a scene.” His voice was heavy. “You need to attend the party tonight.” He still wanted to control me like before. Over these five years, whenever he used this tone, no matter how wronged I felt, I would immediately comply, afraid of making him unhappy. I looked at him for a few seconds. I didn’t have the energy to endure his cold violence anymore. “Fine.” I stood up. I casually grabbed a high-necked long-sleeved shirt and put it on, covering the hideous burn scars on my back. Half an hour later, I arrived at the private room. Ethan pushed open the door and led me inside. The lively conversation in the room instantly went quiet for a moment. In the center of the sofa, Cherry wore a beautiful white dress, surrounded by several friends chatting. Seeing me, Cherry’s smile stiffened for a moment, then she happily came forward. “Summer, you came.” A flash of mockery crossed Cherry’s eyes as she deliberately stood at Ethan’s side. I paid no attention and walked straight to the most secluded corner of the room to sit down. Ethan was pulled to sit in the center of the crowd. Cherry naturally sat close beside him. During the meal, everyone gathered around Cherry. A few deliberately lowered mocking remarks occasionally drifted over from the sofa area, carrying undisguised malice. “Cherry and Ethan really look like the perfect married couple. Some people use dirty tricks to become substitutes, but they still can’t compare to Cherry.” I sat quietly in the corner, as if all of this had nothing to do with me. The music in the room was very loud. I was sitting on his left side. My left ear had complete nerve death from that fire five years ago. I couldn’t hear anything from it. In such a noisy environment, sounds coming from my left were, to me, an area of complete dead silence. In the corner, I kept my head down looking at my phone, motionless. For some reason, the people in the room gradually stopped talking. The atmosphere became awkward. Suddenly, Ethan strode over and pulled me up from the sofa. “I’m talking to you. Can’t you hear me?” Ethan looked at me, his tone carrying displeasure and coldness. I was caught off guard and stumbled from being pulled. I was forced to raise my head and meet Ethan’s ice-cold eyes. If this were before, I would have desperately explained. I would have told him through red eyes that I really couldn’t hear. But now, I looked at him and calmly spoke. “Yes.” I looked into his eyes, my voice devoid of any emotion. “I can’t hear.” Ethan froze for an instant. Then his eyes turned completely cold. “Stop acting in front of me.” He released my hand. I rubbed my aching wrist where he’d gripped it, turned around without hesitation, and walked straight out of the private room. I didn’t want to stay in this place anymore.

Summer Lynn POV I walked out of the private room. The air in the corridor was cold and cutting. I rubbed my painfully squeezed wrist and didn’t wait for Ethan. I walked straight toward the club’s exclusive elevator. I had just pressed the down button when the elevator doors opened. Just as I was about to step in, urgent footsteps sounded behind me. Ethan strode over with a dark expression, Cherry following closely beside him with reddened eyes. The three of us, one after another, walked into the narrow elevator car. The elevator doors slowly closed and began descending smoothly. Cherry seemed like she wanted to say something to break the awkward silence, but after glancing at Ethan’s grim profile, she swallowed her words. Just as the elevator numbers hit the twentieth floor, a violent explosion shook the building. BOOM. The entire structure shuddered. The lights in the car instantly went out completely. The overhead ventilation fan made a piercing shriek before stopping entirely. Immediately after came a terrifying sensation of extreme weightlessness that made hearts leap into throats. The elevator was out of control. The entire car, in complete darkness, plummeted downward at a horrifying speed! “AH” Cherry let out a piercing scream. I was thrown against the elevator wall by the sudden jolt. The pain made my vision go black. In the darkness, weightless and disoriented, survival instinct took over. I reached out, trying to grab anything to steady myself. I grabbed the nearest thing. The hem of Ethan’s suit jacket. After dropping for more than ten floors, the elevator’s emergency safety clamps finally locked onto the tracks with a death grip. The car was like it had hit an invisible wall, abruptly suspended in midair. The massive recoil force threw us all heavily to the floor. In the pitch darkness, I could only hear heavy breathing. Above our heads came the sound of metal scraping as steel cables snapped. The car swayed precariously in midair.”Ethan…” Cherry curled up in Ethan’s arms, crying uncontrollably. I leaned against the cold metal corner of the elevator car. My right ear was filled with Cherry’s crying and the terrifying sound of steel cables about to snap. My left ear existed in absolute, dead silence. This extreme sense of being torn between half noise and half silence instantly pulled me back to that fire from five years ago. In the old villa five years ago, after the flames died down, it was this same suffocating darkness. The collapsed beam pressed on my back. I had shielded Ethan beneath me. I waited for rescue in that narrow, scorching, suffocating rubble. Since then, I’d developed severe claustrophobia. Whenever night fell, whenever I was in an enclosed space, I would uncontrollably tremble all over, break into cold sweats, even have difficulty breathing. So for these five years, in the villa’s living room, a lamp was always left on for me. At this moment, the claustrophobia was completely triggered in the darkness. My whole body began trembling. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my back. I opened my mouth, desperately trying to draw in the thin oxygen in the elevator car. I don’t know how much time passed. Suddenly, the roar of an electric saw cutting through metal came from the elevator ceiling. The top panel was forcibly pried open, creating an extremely narrow gap. A beam of blinding flashlight pierced down through the gap, cutting through the darkness inside the car. A rough rescue rope was thrown in. “Listen!” The rescue personnel shouted with all their might from above. “All the load-bearing cables have snapped! The opening is too narrow. We can only pull one person up at a time! Quickly put the safety harness on yourselves!” Suddenly, the elevator dropped sharply downward. Ethan didn’t hesitate at all. He grabbed the rope and without a second thought secured it around Cherry, locking the safety clasp tight. Then he forcefully lifted Cherry upward. “Pull her up! Hurry!” Ethan roared toward the opening at the top. The people above began pulling. Cherry’s body was gradually hauled out of the car bit by bit. Ethan kept his head tilted back, his hands constantly supporting Cherry’s waist until he confirmed she was completely safe. Only then did he turn his head. In the faint remaining light of the flashlight, he looked toward me curled up in the corner. “Summer, wait another ten minutes. They’ll lower a second rope right away.” Ethan showed not a trace of guilt toward me. “Cherry developed severe claustrophobia from the fire scene years ago. She can’t stay in the dark. I have to send her up first.” I leaned against the cold elevator wall. The flashlight’s beam shone on my face, illuminating the absurdity and desolation in my heart. The person who risked her life to shield him in that burning villa back then. It was clearly me. The one who truly developed claustrophobia. It was me! But Ethan had believed Cherry’s lies. I lowered my head. In the residual light of the flashlight, I looked at my own hand. From extreme fear and the instinct to survive, from the moment we started falling, I had been desperately clutching the hem of Ethan’s suit jacket. My knuckles had turned white from excessive force. Even my fingernails had drawn blood. I looked at that wrinkled corner of fabric I’d been gripping, and suddenly felt that my persistence over these five years was nothing but a joke. What exactly was I clinging to? Why did I love a man who didn’t even care about my life? Why did I continue to maintain a marriage built on lies and humiliation? The elevator shook violently again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I gradually loosened my fingers. I released that corner of fabric I’d been desperately clutching.

Summer Lynn POV “Summer?” Ethan spoke in the darkness, a trace of panic in his voice. “Say something.” No response came from the corner. “Summer! Don’t play dead on me right now!” He took a step toward me, undisguised irritation in his tone. “Cherry has claustrophobia. What’s wrong with me letting her go up first? Your turn is coming right away. Why do you still have to make me angry?” “I’m not playing dead.” Finally, my voice came from the darkness. Calm, weak, yet carrying a frightening emptiness. “I just think,” I leaned against the cold iron wall, slowly closing my eyes, “if this steel cable snaps right now, at least I’ll have given you back the life I owe you.” Ethan fell silent for a moment. “What are you talking about?!” He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed my shoulder hard in the darkness. “Are you insane?!” My entire body was trembling violently. My clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat. My body temperature had dropped to a terrifying level. Ethan must have noticed my abnormality. After all, he’d never seen me like this before. Even five years ago after that fire, when I woke up in the ICU and he accused me, I’d only bitten my lip hard, my face pale. I’d never been like this. As if I were an empty shell that could shatter at any moment. “We’re pulling you up right now!” The rescue personnel’s shout came from above again. Immediately after, a second rope was thrown down. When I left the elevator, the lights outside were so bright I couldn’t open my eyes. I was pulled out of the elevator shaft. My legs went weak and I sat directly on the corridor floor. Medical personnel immediately surrounded me. On the other side of the corridor, Cherry was throwing herself into Ethan’s arms, crying pitifully, clutching his clothes and refusing to let go. “Ethan, I thought I’d never see you again…” Medical personnel were taking my blood pressure. My face was deathly pale, but I didn’t glance at Ethan even once. “Sir, this lady has an extremely rapid heart rate with mild shock symptoms. She needs to be taken to the hospital for observation immediately.” The emergency doctor turned to shout at Ethan. Ethan’s brow furrowed. He was about to push Cherry away and come over. But Cherry suddenly hugged his waist tightly, her body trembling violently. “Ethan, I feel so dizzy… I can’t breathe…” Cherry closed her eyes and fainted directly in Ethan’s arms. “Cherry!” Ethan’s face changed dramatically. He scooped up the pretending Cherry, turned around, and rushed toward another ambulance parked outside the club entrance. I sat on the ground, watching Ethan’s back as he ran wildly holding Cherry. When facing danger, he chose someone else. After the danger passed, he still chose someone else without hesitation. The doctor beside me urged anxiously, “Miss, where is your family? Have him accompany you in this ambulance!” “I don’t have any family.” I withdrew my gaze, my voice calm. “I’ll go by myself.” I pushed away the nurse’s outstretched hand, supported myself against the wall, slowly stood up, and walked onto the ambulance alone. In the emergency room at the hospital. After finishing my IV drip, it was already late at night. I didn’t notify anyone. I removed the needle myself, took a cab, and returned to the villa. The villa was still pitch dark. Ethan would definitely spend tonight at the hospital watching over his Cherry. I didn’t turn on the lights. I opened my computer and logged into my personal bank account. I returned all the money Ethan had transferred to me over these five years. A full five million dollars was transferred back to Ethan’s private account. In the refund note, there was only one simple sentence: “We have no relationship from now on.” After finishing all this, I closed the computer and walked to the bed. I took out my phone. The screen lit up, reflecting my pale face. I opened my calendar and glanced at the date. I calmly turned off my phone, lay down on the cold bed, and closed my eyes. I didn’t suffer from insomnia. The next day, as soon as dawn broke, I got up to pack my luggage. After packing, I placed the already-printed divorce agreement on the table. I removed my wedding ring and gently pressed it on the signature line of the agreement. I dragged my suitcase and walked out of the villa. The cold early autumn wind hit my face, blowing away the last trace of the oppressive atmosphere from this house that clung to me. A taxi I’d reserved was already waiting outside the door. The driver got out and helped me put my suitcase in the trunk. The car slowly started up, heading toward the airport. I turned off my phone and wearily closed my eyes. “Please drive faster.”

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The moment I won the championship, I instinctively looked for Payton. But the VIP section was empty. On my phone, news flashed. He’d spent millions to rent every billboard in the city. All to celebrate his first love Sophia’s birthday. Meanwhile, the trending topic was my scandal. “Extreme skydiving champion Lily is the mistress of the Payton heir.” But I was supposed to be his fiancée. I rushed to his office to confront him. Instead, I walked in on an intimate moment. He calmly lifted Sophia off his lap and looked at me coldly. “Sophia’s back. You can get lost now.” Seven years of being by his side meant nothing. I looked at his smug face and laughed. I turned and walked into the elevator, dialing his half-brother and bitter rival. “Jace, that collaboration you mentioned before. I’m in. Let’s make Payton lose everything.” Lily’s POV As I leaped from four thousand meters high, the wind roared in my ears. I calmly pulled the ripcord. The massive main parachute exploded open above my head, violently yanking my rapidly falling body upward. Landing, detaching the chute, unfastening the safety buckle. My movements were fluid. Enthusiastic cheers erupted around me. This was my third extreme skydiving world championship this year, and also the highest-level commercial endorsement I’d secured for Payton Corporation. After removing my goggles, I instinctively looked toward the VIP viewing area. I scanned all around but never found the figure I’d been expecting. Payton hadn’t come after all. My assistant Shay approached hesitantly, holding out my phone. “Lily, Payton, he…” On the screen was a news article. “Payton heir makes grand romantic gesture, spending millions to rent citywide billboards for Sophia’s birthday!” In the video, the usually cold and taciturn Payton was gently fastening a diamond necklace around a girl’s neck. The girl shyly nestled into his embrace like a startled fawn. Below this news article hung another glaring headline. #Extreme skydiving champion Lily is the Payton heir’s mistress#. The netizens’ mockery flooded in. “She flies around in the sky every day and actually thinks she’s a socialite?” “Who doesn’t know Lily signed with Payton Corporation for money back then? She’s just a money-making tool.” “Our Sophia is afraid of heights. Mr. Payton won’t even let her near the second-floor terrace. Lily skydives every day and Mr. Payton never cares about her. That’s the difference between true love and a mistress!” I calmly turned off the screen, concealing all emotion in my eyes. “Miss Lily, are you okay?” Shay looked at me with concern. “I’m fine. Pack up the equipment. We’re going home.” During the thirteen-hour flight, I didn’t sleep once. My mind was filled with the look in Payton’s eyes as he fastened the necklace around Sophia’s neck. That careful, protective gaze. He used to look at me like that too. Seven years ago, my mother was dying. I knelt in the rain outside the Payton estate, begging for money. It was Payton who walked up to me with an umbrella and pulled me to my feet. He paid for her treatment. He sent me to the best skydiving school. He said, “Lily, you belong to the sky. You shouldn’t be held back by this mud.” I thought it was love. But I was wrong. He was just seeing someone else in me. Someone too afraid of heights to ever fly herself. Now, that woman had returned. As soon as I got off the plane, I called Payton. The phone rang for a long time before he answered. In the background was soft piano music. “What is it?” The man’s voice carried cold indifference. “I saw the news.” I gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. “Payton, we’re legally married.” A slight snort came from the other end. “Lily, don’t try to control me with that piece of paper. Whatever compensation you want, contact my secretary directly.” “I just won the championship.” I didn’t know why I said this. Perhaps I still held onto a laughable shred of hope. “Mm, congratulations.” His tone was perfunctory. “Sophia has a bit of a cold. I don’t have time to listen to you report your achievements. If there’s nothing important, I’m hanging up.” Beep. The sound of the call ending pierced my eardrum. Standing in the airport, I suddenly felt that the cold at four thousand meters was nothing compared to this moment. When I returned to the villa, it was already late at night. I opened the door and froze. The originally minimalist living room was now filled with pink throw pillows and stuffed animals. My favorite skydiving oil painting of the snowy mountains had been taken down and carelessly tossed in a corner, replaced by an enormous solo portrait of Sophia. Payton sat on the sofa, playing with an exquisite music box. Hearing the noise, he looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “Why did you come back so suddenly?” “This is my home. Can’t I come back?” My voice was hoarse. Payton stood up and walked over to me, looking down at me from above. “Sophia likes this place. She doesn’t sleep well and needs quiet. Your skydiving equipment takes up too much space. I’ve already had it moved to the apartment in East City.” His tone was flat, as if he were discussing the most ordinary matter. “You’re kicking me out?” I looked up, staring hard into his eyes. “Just having you change where you live.” Payton was somewhat impatient. “Lily, you’ve always been independent and strong. Sophia is timid. Don’t scare her.” Looking at this man I’d loved for seven years, I suddenly felt he was completely unfamiliar. I was independent and strong, so I deserved to be kicked out? She was timid, so she could rightfully take over everything that belonged to someone else? I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t cry. I simply turned around calmly, dragging the suitcase I hadn’t even opened yet, and walked into the night. He didn’t try to keep me. Behind me, only the crisp music of the music box played on, as if mocking my pathetic state.

Lily’s POV The apartment in East City was tiny, not even big enough to store my parachute pack. I spent the entire night packing up the equipment I’d once treasured like precious possessions, stuffing them one by one into the cramped storage room. At dawn, Payton’s secretary called. “Mrs. Payton, Mr. Payton has instructed that for next month’s extreme sports reality show, he hopes you can help Miss Sophia.” The hand wiping my helmet paused. “Sophia? Isn’t she afraid of heights?” The secretary gave an awkward laugh. “Miss Sophia says… she wants to challenge herself. After all, Mr. Payton feels this show has very high viewership, which would help Miss Sophia’s career…” “And Mr. Payton’s intention is for you to serve as her dedicated safety instructor, protecting her throughout.” Have a world champion serve as a safety instructor for a delicate female celebrity? And watch my own husband dote on another woman in front of a national audience? “I refuse.” I coldly uttered those words. “Mrs. Payton…” The secretary’s voice lowered. “Mr. Payton said if you refuse, Payton Corporation will withdraw all sponsorship of your skydiving team for the second half of the year.” I shut my eyes tightly. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Payton, you’re so cruel to me. My team had over a dozen colleagues who’d been with me for a long time. They desperately needed this sponsorship to maintain the high training costs. “Fine.” After hanging up, I looked at myself in the mirror with reddened eyes and forced out a smile more painful than crying. The debt I owed Payton. I was close to finally paying it off. On the day of filming, the weather was hot. Sophia wore a custom pink skydiving suit and was surrounded by a cluster of assistants as she approached. She wore delicate makeup and had her hair carefully styled. She didn’t look like someone here to skydive. More like she was walking a red carpet. Payton followed beside her, holding a parasol, carefully shading her from the sun. “Hello, Lily.” Sophia walked up to me with a sweet smile. “I’m really afraid of heights. Payton insisted I try skydiving. You must protect me, okay?” I handed her a set of basic protective gear with an expressionless face. “Put it on. Check the buckles.” Sophia suddenly cried out, looking at Payton with grievance. “Payton, this buckle is so hard. It hurt my hand.” Payton immediately dropped the umbrella, took her hand with concern and blew on it gently, then turned to look at me coldly. “Lily, can’t you help her? What am I paying you for?” The surrounding crew members all turned to look, their eyes full of curiosity. I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and efficiently fastened Sophia’s safety buckles, tightening the straps. “It hurts! Be gentler!” Sophia’s eyes immediately reddened. Payton shoved me aside and shielded Sophia behind him. “Lily, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” His eyes were icy, as if I were a criminal. The push made me stumble backward, my back hitting the hard cabin door. “Skydiving isn’t acting. If the straps aren’t tight, there could be an accident.” I looked straight into his eyes, my voice completely flat. “If Mr. Payton is worried about her, you can take her and leave right now.” Payton’s expression was terrible. He was about to speak when Sophia tugged at his sleeve. “Payton, Miss Lily is just looking out for me. I’m fine. I can handle it.” He glanced at me coldly. “If anything happens to Sophia, even one hair on her head, I’ll make you pay.” The plane took off. As altitude increased, the cabin pressure began to change. Sophia’s face turned pale. She clutched Payton’s arm tightly, trembling all over. “Payton, I’m scared… I don’t want to jump anymore…” Her voice took on a tearful quality. Payton held her tightly, constantly comforting her, then turned and roared at the pilot. “Turn back! Can’t you see she’s uncomfortable!” The pilot looked at me somewhat helplessly. “Miss Lily, this…” “We can’t turn back.” I looked calmly at the instrument panel. “The air currents are unstable right now. Forcing a landing is too risky. We must either jump at the designated altitude or circle to burn fuel.” “I told you to turn back, don’t you understand!” Payton suddenly stood up, rushed over to me, and grabbed my collar. “Lily, do you want to make Sophia uncomfortable? You crazy woman!” Looking at him, I suddenly felt utterly absurd. I was a professional skydiving athlete using my professional knowledge to protect everyone’s safety, yet in his eyes, I’d become a vicious woman jealous of someone else. “Payton, let go.” I said coldly. Just then, the plane suddenly encountered strong turbulence. The fuselage shook violently. Sophia screamed and fainted. Chaos erupted in the cabin. I quickly steadied myself and checked Sophia’s vital signs. She’d only fainted from extreme fright. Nothing serious. But Payton had completely lost his rationality. He shoved me away, held Sophia tightly in his arms, and glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “Get away! Don’t touch her!” I sat on the cold metal floor, watching him hold another woman while trembling, and my heart felt like it was being pierced by millions of needles simultaneously. The pain made even breathing taste of blood.

Lily’s POV The plane ultimately landed safely. Sophia was rushed to the hospital. Payton stayed close by her side. Meanwhile, I, as the “instigator” of this “farce,” was kept at the tarmac, subjected to questioning by the production team and Payton Corporation’s PR department. “Miss Lily, why did you refuse to turn back? Was this decision mixed with personal emotions?” “There are rumors that you hold a grudge against Miss Sophia and deliberately tampered with the equipment. Are these accusations true?” Countless microphones thrust toward me, camera flashes blinding. I repeated that same sentence expressionlessly. “Weather conditions didn’t permit it. I only made the most professional judgment.” No one believed me. With Payton’s tacit permission, public opinion completely turned toward Sophia. She became the innocent victim. Someone bravely challenging herself but persecuted by a vicious instructor. And I became the jealous lunatic. My social media accounts were flooded with hate. Countless vicious private messages poured in. People even mailed dead rats and razor blades to my apartment. I ignored it all, just locked myself in my room, reviewing the meteorological data from that day over and over. I wasn’t wrong. But I knew that in Payton’s eyes, even my breathing was wrong. Three days later, Payton’s mother, Claire, personally came to this small apartment. She wore a haute couture suit. Looking around, a flash of disgust crossed her eyes. “Lily, look at yourself now.” Claire sat in the only clean chair, her tone condescending. I brought her a glass of water. “Why are you here?” “Don’t call me Mom.” Claire coldly interrupted me. “If Payton hadn’t insisted on marrying you back then, do you think you could have entered the Payton family? Think about what your status is.” I lowered my eyes and didn’t refute her. “I’m here today to inform you of something.” Claire took out a document from her bag and tossed it on the table. “You must win the World Championship next month. Payton Corporation just acquired an overseas sports brand. We need this championship to expand brand awareness.” I looked at the document, sorrow welling up in my heart. “What if I can’t win?” “What did you say?” Claire sneered. “Lily, don’t forget that your mother’s medical bills back then, and your training expenses over these years, were all paid by the Payton family. The contract states it clearly. If you lose, not only do you have to pay ten times the penalty, your team will have to disband too.” She stood up, looking down at me from above. “Win the championship, fulfill the responsibilities in the contract, and then voluntarily divorce Payton. Sophia is the one I approve of. You’ve occupied this position long enough. It’s time to give it up.” The door slammed shut heavily. I collapsed to the floor, looking at that cold contract, and finally couldn’t hold back my tears. So in their eyes, I was never Payton’s wife. I was just an employee who’d signed an unequal treaty. For the next month, I practically lived at the training facility. The high-intensity training aggravated my old injuries. My shoulder and knee hurt so much I couldn’t sleep. I could only get by on painkillers. I dragged my exhausted body back to the apartment, only to see Payton’s car downstairs. He leaned against the car door, a cigarette between his fingers. Seeing me, he stubbed out the cigarette and strode over. “Where were you? Why do you look so haggard?” “Training.” I flatly uttered that word and walked past him, preparing to go upstairs. He grabbed my wrist. I gasped, the severe pain in my shoulder instantly draining the color from my face. Payton froze for a moment and instinctively released his grip. “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing.” I stepped back, creating distance. “Mr. Payton, is there something you need?” Irritation flashed in his eyes. “Sophia has a very important red carpet event tomorrow. She needs a beautiful necklace. I remember you have one called Heart of the Sun. Lend it to her for a day.” I jerked my head up, looking at him in disbelief. That “Heart of the Sun” necklace. The ring he’d proposed with had been remade into it. Later, he’d personally fastened it around my neck, saying he wanted that necklace to stay against my heartbeat forever. Now he wanted me to lend this necklace to another woman? “No.” I said stubbornly through gritted teeth. “Lily, can you stop being so selfish?” Payton’s voice turned cold. “It’s just a necklace. It’s not like you wear it.” “That’s a memento from my mother!” I blurted out, randomly making up a lie. I didn’t want to tell him I’d been wearing that necklace all along. Payton sneered. “Your mother left it to you? Lily, when you lie, don’t you think first? I bought that for you back then. Since I bought it, I have the right to use it now.” He reached out and directly pulled open my collar. The silver chain glinted coldly in the moonlight, and that blue diamond rested quietly at my collarbone. Payton froze. He clearly hadn’t expected that I’d been wearing it all along. Looking at his shocked expression, my heart no longer held a ripple of emotion. I reached up without hesitation and yanked hard. Snap. The chain broke, its sharp edge cutting a bloody line across my neck. I hurled the necklace, still warm with my body heat and blood, hard against his chest. “Take it! Now get the hell out!”

Lily’s POV The necklace struck Payton’s chest, then fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Payton looked down at the necklace on the ground, then at the blood seeping from my neck, an extremely complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He instinctively reached out, wanting to touch my wound. “Lily, you’re insane…” I violently slapped his hand away, my gaze cold as ice. “Payton, take your things and get out of my sight.” I didn’t look at him again. I turned and walked into the dim stairwell. Only after closing the door did I slide powerlessly to the floor, covering my neck, letting tears flow. That necklace wasn’t just his proposal token to me. It was the only thing that could give me strength during countless high-altitude descents. Now, even this last bit of warmth had been personally stripped away by him. The next day, photos of Sophia wearing that “Heart of the Sun” on the red carpet dominated all entertainment news headlines. The caption read: “Limited edition blue diamond gifted to beauty, Payton heir and Sophia’s relationship going strong.” I turned off my phone, forcing myself to focus on the tactical board in front of me. The World Championship was about to begin. I had no time to heal my wounds. “Miss Lily, your shoulder…” Shay looked at my trembling hand with concern written all over her face. “Give me a nerve block injection.” I instructed the team doctor expressionlessly. The doctor frowned tightly. “Lily, are you insane? If you get another nerve block with this injury, you might never be able to lift your arm again!” “It’s fine.” I raised my head, my eyes resolute. “I must win this competition.” If I won, I could completely repay my debt to the Payton family. If I won, I could completely leave Payton. The moment the nerve block entered the joint cavity, the pain nearly made me bite through my teeth. The World Championship was held in Switzerland. The snow winds of the Alps were bone-chillingly cold. I stood at the helicopter cabin door, looking down at the continuous snow peaks below, and took a deep breath. I leaped, like a bird, diving into the vast whiteness. Wind roared in my ears. I endured the severe pain in my shoulder, precisely controlling my posture, completing one high-difficulty maneuver after another. Opening the chute, gliding, precision landing. When both my feet landed steadily on the bullseye, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue. I won. I’d won this gold medal with the highest value, and also completed the task Claire had assigned. On the day I returned home, the airport was filled with my fans and media. Wearing sunglasses, I struggled to make my way out under security escort. Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the crowd. “It’s Mr. Payton! Mr. Payton came to pick her up!” Payton wore a black haute couture suit, holding a large bouquet of bright red roses, striding toward me. Media camera flashes went crazy, trying to capture this touching scene. Payton walked up to me, handed me the roses, his eyes so tender they seemed to drip water. “Darling, congratulations. I knew you could do it.” He called me “darling.” He hadn’t used that term in three years. I didn’t take the flowers. I just looked at him coldly. “Mr. Payton, don’t put on an act here. I just finished competing. I’m very tired.” The smile on Payton’s face froze. He stepped forward, trying to put his arm around my shoulder. “Stop making a scene. So many media are watching. I’ve already made reservations at a restaurant to celebrate for you.” I dodged his touch, my voice not loud but clear enough for the surrounding media to hear. “Mr. Payton, your fiancée Miss Sophia is still waiting for you. You’ve given the flowers to the wrong person.” As soon as I said this, the entire venue erupted in shock. Payton’s expression instantly darkened. He said angrily, “Lily, do you have to make a scene at a time like this?” “What did you say?” I laughed coldly. “Payton, you’re using the championship I risked my life for to advertise your company, then you turn around and act affectionate toward me. Don’t you find that disgusting?” I didn’t acknowledge his ugly expression again. I walked straight through the crowd and got in the car. The moment the car door closed, I saw Payton violently hurl that bouquet of roses to the ground. When I returned to the apartment, the first thing I did was print out divorce papers. I signed my name on them, then put them in an envelope and mailed them to Payton. I wanted nothing. I only wanted freedom.

Lily’s POV Three days after I mailed the divorce papers, Payton didn’t respond. Instead, Sophia posted a photo of herself trying on wedding dresses on social media. The caption: “Seven years of feelings, not as good as one grand wedding. Looking forward to next month’s wedding.” Looking at that post, I had no reaction. Seven years. The length of my marriage to Payton was also exactly seven years. Today was our seventh wedding anniversary. In previous years on this day, no matter how busy he was, he would cancel all social engagements to spend time with me. But today, he was accompanying another woman trying on wedding dresses. In the evening, someone knocked on the apartment door. I opened it to find a drunk Payton. His tie was loosened, his eyes reddened, staring hard at me. “Lily, how dare you?” He shoved me aside, stumbled into the room, and threw the crumpled divorce agreement on the table. “Giving up all marital assets? Do you think that makes you noble?” I closed the door, coldly watching him lose control. “I’ve fulfilled my contract obligations. I don’t want Payton Corporation’s sponsorship anymore either. Payton, I don’t owe you anything.” “What did you say?” He whirled around, grabbed my chin in a vice grip, the force almost crushing my bones. “Lily, you owe me a life! I saved your mother’s life! You think you can leave me?” I was forced to look up at this face I’d once been so infatuated with. “Oh? Do you want me to give my life back to you?” Payton seemed stung by the deathly stillness in my eyes. He suddenly released me, irritably loosening his tie. “Take back the agreement. I can pretend this never happened.” His tone softened somewhat, carrying arrogance. “Sophia’s wedding is just for show. She needs a wedding to solidify her status in the entertainment industry. You’re still my wife.” I could hardly believe my ears. “Payton, are you insane? You want me to watch you hold a wedding with another woman, and then I’m still supposed to continue being Mrs. Payton?” “What do you want? Money? Resources? I can give you anything!” He shouted loudly. “Lily, don’t be too greedy! You’re flying around in the sky every day. How would you have time to take care of home? Sophia can provide me happiness that you can’t!” “Happiness?” I chewed on this word, feeling utterly desolate. “When I was getting nerve block injections to skydive for your company, nearly dying on that snowy mountain, you were helping her pick out necklaces. When I was being cyberbullied across the internet because of your coercion, you were helping her try on wedding dresses.” “Payton, you don’t want happiness. You just need an obedient pet and a good employee who can make money for you!” Slap! The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the small apartment. Payton’s hand hung in mid-air, trembling slightly. I turned my head to the side. My cheek hurt badly. I tasted blood at the corner of my mouth. This was the first time he’d hit me. The air was deathly silent. “Lily… I…” Payton seemed to realize what he’d done. Panic flashed in his eyes as he tried to reach for me. I stepped back, avoiding his touch. “Payton, consider this slap the last bit of gratitude I’m repaying you.” I pointed at the door, my voice utterly devoid of warmth. “Please leave my home immediately.” Payton stood in place, his chest heaving violently. He looked at me. Ultimately saying nothing, he turned and slammed the door as he left. The next day, I contacted a lawyer and formally filed for divorce with the court. Since he wasn’t willing to divorce by agreement, we’d go through legal procedures. Just as I was preparing to go to the law firm, I received a call from my coach. “Lily, something’s happened! The training facility’s property rights were transferred by Payton Corporation. The new owner is demanding we all move out within three days!” My head buzzed. That facility stood on the last piece of land my mother had left me. Later, to raise training funds, I’d mortgaged this land to Payton Corporation. Payton had once promised me that as long as I won the World Championship, he’d return the facility’s property rights to me. He’d broken his promise. “Who’s the new owner?” I asked, suppressing my fury. “It’s… it’s Sebastian.” All the blood in my body instantly froze. Sebastian, Sophia’s father. He was also the man who’d scammed my mother out of all her money years ago, causing her heart attack and ultimately her death! Payton had actually given my mother’s memento to my enemy!

Lily’s POV I don’t know how I rushed to Payton Corporation’s building. Security tried to stop me. I shoved them aside. Eyes red, like a cornered beast, I kicked open Payton’s office door. Inside the office, Payton sat on the wide leather sofa. Sophia leaned against him, holding a document, laughing happily. That document was the property rights transfer for the facility. Seeing me burst in, Sophia cried out in alarm and shrank into Payton’s embrace. “Miss Lily, why are you here…” She looked at me timidly, like a frightened little rabbit. Payton’s expression darkened. He shielded Sophia behind him, looking at me coldly. “Lily, what are you doing? This is the office!” I stared hard at the document in his hands, my voice trembling with extreme anger. “Payton, you gave the facility to Sebastian?” Payton frowned, his tone very impatient. “It’s just a broken-down facility. Sophia’s father wants to invest in extreme sports. I saw that land was sitting empty, so I transferred it to him. If you want one, I’ll buy you ten better ones.” “Broken-down facility?” I laughed miserably, tears finally bursting forth. “Payton, that’s what you promised to return to me! That’s the only thing my mother left me!” “Lily, stop making a scene.” Payton stood up, looking down at me from above. “Your mother’s been dead for so many years. What’s the use of keeping a piece of land? Sophia’s father is a businessman. That land can only achieve maximum value in his hands.” “Businessman?” I pointed at Sophia, questioning him. “Do you know what kind of person Sebastian is? He scammed my mother out of all her money years ago! He’s the murderer who killed my mother!” Sophia’s face paled. She immediately burst into tears. “Miss Lily, you can’t slander my father just because you’re jealous of me! My father has always done honest business. How could he possibly scam anyone…” “Shut up!” I roared. “Stop!” Payton suddenly slammed a document on the desk, making a huge noise. He walked up to me, his eyes utterly devoid of warmth. “Lily, you’re becoming more and more disgusting. I know better than you what kind of person Sophia’s father is.You could fabricate such lies just to take over that land?” He looked at me with eyes full of disappointment and disgust. “You used to be jealous of Sophia, but at least you were honest. Now? You’re like a lunatic spouting lies!” Looking at him, my heart shattered completely into dust. He didn’t believe me. He’d rather believe a con artist’s daughter than his wife of seven years. “Payton, I’m asking you one last time.” I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Give me back the facility, and we’ll have nothing to do with each other ever again.” “Impossible.” He refused without hesitation. “I already promised Sophia. It’s a gift for her father.” A gift. He was giving my mother’s memento to the enemy who killed her. “Fine.” I nodded, wiped away my tears, and straightened my spine. “Payton, you’re going to regret this.” I turned and walked out of the office without looking back. I didn’t return to the apartment. Instead, I went straight to the law firm. “Mr. Zhang, help me investigate all of Sebastian’s financial transactions over the years, and find evidence of the fraud he committed against my mother back then.” I slammed a bank card on the table. “This is all my money.” As I left the law firm, I got a call from Old Lee. “Lily, the facility… Sebastian brought people to demolish the buildings!” I rushed to the facility like a madwoman. Bulldozers were roaring. The row of trees my mother had planted with her own hands had already been uprooted. Sebastian stood to the side, smoking a cigar, looking smug. “Stop! Everyone stop!” I rushed forward, trying to block the bulldozers. “Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Lily?” Sebastian exhaled a puff of smoke, looking at me with a smug grin. “What’s wrong? Didn’t Mr. Payton tell you this land is mine now?” “Sebastian, you bastard! Give me back the land!” My eyes were bloodshot as I lunged at him, trying to attack him. Several security guards immediately stepped forward and pinned me to the ground. The rough gravel scraped my cheeks. I struggled desperately, but it was useless. “Demolish it!” Sebastian waved his hand. I watched as the bulldozers knocked down the training tower, watched as those buildings that held countless hours of my sweat and memories turned to rubble. My heart died along with those ruins.

Lily’s POV Through the clouds of dust, the security guards tossed me to the roadside like garbage. My knees and elbows were scraped raw, blood mixed with dirt running down. I watched Sebastian drive away in his luxury car, laughing, watched the bulldozers crush the last traces of my mother. I didn’t cry. I’d run out of tears yesterday. I dragged my stiff body back to that cramped apartment, step by step. I opened my laptop and began organizing all the commercial endorsements and competition prize money I’d earned for Payton Corporation over the years. Payton thought I was just an athlete who could only skydive, but he forgot that over these seven years, to help him solidify Payton Corporation’s market share in the sports industry, I’d been exposed to many core confidential matters. If Sebastian dared to take over the facility, he would definitely use Payton Corporation’s resources for money laundering and illegal financing. I dialed an encrypted number. “Help me check Sebastian’s recent fund flows, especially any connections with Payton Corporation’s overseas accounts.” A low male voice came from the other end. “Lily, you’re finally willing to contact me.” That person was Jace Payton. Payton’s half-brother, the child of the Payton family who’d always been exiled abroad. He was also the one who, years ago in that rainstorm, had actually paid the first installment of my mother’s surgery fees. But later Payton appeared, forcefully took over everything, drove Jace out of the country, and became my “benefactor.” “Jace, help me.” My voice was hoarse. “Alright. Three days.” Jace didn’t ask a single question and hung up directly. For those three days, I didn’t leave the apartment. Payton didn’t look for me either. My phone was filled with news about Sophia and Payton preparing their wedding of the century. On the third night, Jace sent me an encrypted email. Inside was not only evidence of Sebastian using the facility for money laundering, but also evidence of Sophia’s early involvement in illegal gambling. Most damning of all, Sebastian’s money laundering channel used Payton’s private overseas accounts. Looking at the evidence on the screen, I smirked coldly. Payton, for the sake of a con artist, you personally handed me the knife. I packaged all this evidence and set it to send on a timer. Target: the police department and all major mainstream media outlets. After finishing this, I received a call from Payton. “Tomorrow is Sophia’s wedding. You must attend.” His voice still carried that commanding tone. “In what capacity should I attend?” I asked flatly. “Ex-wife, or the stray dog you kicked out?” Payton was silent for two seconds, his tone tinged with displeasure. “Lily, stop making a scene. There will be a lot of media tomorrow. You attending as Payton Corporation’s spokesperson will dispel rumors that we’re on bad terms. As long as you cooperate, I’ll compensate you double for the facility’s loss.” “Compensation?” I laughed lightly. “Payton, some things once broken can never be fixed.” “Lily! What exactly do you want!” He finally lost his patience. “I’m warning you, if you dare not show up tomorrow, or if you dare cause trouble at the wedding, I guarantee you’ll never be able to stay in the skydiving world!” “Fine, I’ll go.” I calmly hung up. I would give them a wedding gift they’d never forget. The next day, the weather was terribly gloomy, strong winds rolling with dark clouds. The wedding of the century was held at an outdoor estate owned by Payton Corporation. I wore a black trench coat with no makeup, my face pale as a ghost. Payton wore a white custom suit. Seeing me, he frowned deeply and strode over. “Why are you wearing this? Didn’t I have someone send you a dress?” “The dress was too dirty. I found it disgusting.” I looked straight into his eyes. Just then, Sophia approached in a trailing wedding dress, supported by Sebastian. “Miss Lily, you came.” Sophia smiled happily, showing off as she touched the blue diamond necklace around her neck. I looked at this revolting father and daughter, then at Payton standing beside them, his eyes fixed on Sophia. “Yes, past matters should be completely resolved today.” I raised my wrist and checked the time. Ten o’clock sharp. The time the scheduled email was set to go out. Almost simultaneously, piercing sirens suddenly sounded outside the estate. Over a dozen police cars roared up, directly breaking through the estate gates. Several police officers strode up to them. “Sebastian, you’re suspected of massive fraud and illegal money laundering. Please come with us. Mr. Payton, your private accounts are suspected of involvement in international money laundering. Please cooperate with our investigation.” Cold handcuffs were directly clamped onto Sebastian’s and Payton’s wrists. Sophia screamed and collapsed to the ground in fright. Payton looked at the handcuffs on his wrists in shock, then suddenly turned to look at me. “Lily… was this you?” His voice was trembling. I stood in place, looking at his pathetic state, not a ripple of emotion in my heart. “Happy wedding, Mr. Payton.” I smiled slightly and turned to walk into the strong wind.

Lily’s POV The police cars roared away. The originally lavish wedding of the century instantly became a farce. I didn’t look back once. I walked straight out of the estate. The wind grew stronger and dense raindrops began to fall from the sky. I drove to the wilderness skydiving facility in the suburbs. Today would be my last jump. I wanted to leave all the Payton family’s taint from these seven years in the wind. When I reached the facility, heavy rain had already fallen. The meteorological station issued a thunderstorm warning. Skydiving in this weather was tantamount to suicide. But I didn’t care. I put on that pure black skydiving suit without any sponsor logos and shouldered my original old parachute pack. The helicopter pilot gripped the cabin door tightly. “Lily, you’re crazy! In this weather, if you encounter strong wind shear, the chute won’t open at all!” “Let me fly once.” I looked at him, my eyes as hollow as a dry well. “Just this once. If I don’t jump, I’ll suffocate.” The helicopter climbed with difficulty through the wind and rain. I sat by the cabin door, looking down at the city shrouded in dark clouds and rainstorm. My phone vibrated frantically in its waterproof bag. It was Payton’s number. He must have been released on bail. I pressed the answer button. “Lily! Where are you!” On the other end, Payton’s roar almost pierced through the wind and rain. “You dared to give that evidence to the police! Do you know how much Payton Corporation’s stock price dropped today!” “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Facing the violent wind pouring into the cabin, my voice was oddly calm. “You broke the law for Sophia’s sake. I just helped you wake up.” “Come back right now! Tell the media that evidence was forged by you! Otherwise, I’ll make sure you never touch a parachute again in your life!” “Payton.” I interrupted his ranting. “Do you remember what you said to me seven years ago? You said I belonged to the sky, that I shouldn’t be held back by mud. But these seven years, you personally dragged me into the filthiest swamp.” “What do you mean? Lily, don’t change the subject!” “Payton, let’s divorce. I’ve already signed the agreement and mailed it to your lawyer.” “No way! You can’t just leave me, Lily. You owe me…” “I owe you nothing!” I screamed into the phone. “I paid for my mother’s life with seven years of my youth. With all my championships. I even got revenge for the facility. Payton, after today, we’re done. Forever.” I violently threw my phone out of the cabin, watching it tumble through the air, finally disappearing into the rainstorm. “Open the door!” The cabin door opened. The violent wind instantly enveloped me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I leaped into that pitch-black thunderstorm. The moment the weightlessness hit, I closed my eyes. My body tumbled violently in the strong air currents, completely losing control. I didn’t pull the main chute. Memories of these seven years flashed through my mind. The altimeter was frantically alarming: 1000 meters… 800 meters… 500 meters… Just as I was about to give up struggling and let myself fall, a dark shadow suddenly swept down from above at high speed, breaking through the rain curtain, precisely grabbing my reserve chute ripcord. “Bang!” The reserve chute was forcibly deployed. The massive pull made my vision go black, my shoulder sending tearing pain. Two bodies collided violently in the strong wind. I barely opened my eyes. Through my blurred goggles, I saw a pair of deep, anxious eyes. It was Jace. He’d actually jumped down after me. “Lily! Do you have a death wish!” He roared at me through the wind and rain, holding me tightly, using his own body to shield me from the raging wind. We glided with difficulty through the strong wind, ultimately deviating from the landing point and crashing heavily into a muddy forest. The massive impact made me completely lose consciousness. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed. My right shoulder was in a thick cast. The hospital room door opened. Jace wore a black shirt, his face somewhat pale, his left arm also wrapped in bandages. Seeing me awake, joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly walked to the bedside. “Lily, you’re finally awake.” I looked at him, my voice hoarse. “Why… did you jump after me?” “Because I can’t lose you again.” Jace gripped my uninjured left hand tightly, his gaze intense and stubborn. “Seven years ago, I was one step too late and let Payton take you away. You suffered for seven years. This time, I absolutely won’t let go.” I was stunned, my eyes gradually reddening. Just then, the hospital room door was violently kicked open. Payton charged in, his eyes bloodshot like a crazed beast. When he saw Jace holding my hand, his rationality seemed to completely snap. “Jace! Let go of her!” Payton rushed over and grabbed Jace’s collar. “You dare touch my woman!” Jace sneered and pushed him away. “Your woman? Payton, do you deserve that?” He pulled out a stamped document from his pocket and threw it in Payton’s face. “Look carefully. The court has officially accepted the divorce lawsuit. From now on, Lily has nothing to do with you.” Payton stared at the document, his face deathly pale. He turned to look at me, his voice trembling with a hint of panic. “Lily… is this true?” I looked at him, my gaze as calm as if looking at a stranger. “Mr. Payton, please leave now. I need to rest.”

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My husband is Bren, the Alpha of the Dubois pack. He’s also the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Outsiders always assume I must be incredibly wealthy after marrying Bren. Whenever I hear that, I can only smile bitterly. Later, while organizing files in Bren’s study, I accidentally discovered a yellowed gift agreement hidden in the bottom drawer. It was a breakup settlement Bren had given his ex-girlfriend Vivian for free: 30 million in cash, 2% of the company’s equity, and ownership of two commercial buildings in the pack’s business district. I’ve been married to Bren for seven years, but before our wedding, he had me sign a cold, impersonal prenuptial agreement. I don’t have any assets under my name, let alone any involvement in his business. Even the villa we currently live in has nothing to do with me. Just as I’m feeling angry, Bren appears in the doorway and scolds me: “I told you not to go into my study. You broke the rules again.” I hand him the gift agreement he gave his ex-girlfriend and say calmly: “Bren, let’s get divorced. I want to break our mate bond with you.” He frowns and tears the document in my hands to shreds: “Just because of this agreement?! I can do whatever I want with my own property. Do I need your approval? Besides, this is all in the past.” With that, he doesn’t spare me another glance and leaves the study. And I simply call my lawyer calmly.

When the divorce lawyer sent over the divorce agreement, she was still trying to convince me: “Luna Una, are you sure you want to give up all assets? Although you signed a prenuptial agreement, Alpha Bren has always been generous. You can fight for your legal rights.” Hearing the lawyer’s words, a bitter smile appeared on my lips. Legal rights? I actually have nothing. After marriage, Bren only takes a $1 salary from the company each month. The company’s equity distribution was made very clear before I married him. All core assets belong to him personally and have nothing to do with me. On our wedding day, he had a professional lawyer present as a witness, while I faced a thick stack of prenuptial agreements. Actually, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it before. Bren is a natural Alpha leader and businessman, skilled at planning and very rational. At that time, I loved him as a person, not his wealth, so I didn’t care at all. But it wasn’t until I saw how generous he was with his ex-girlfriend that I realized how much of a fool I’d been. My chest tightened painfully, but I still replied calmly, “No need. Just proceed with this agreement.” After hanging up with the lawyer, I removed my ring: Inside the ring was an English inscription: B&V. Only at this moment did I suddenly realize this was actually an abbreviation for “Bren and Vivian.” This reminded me of three years ago when I accidentally left my ring at an art exhibition. When Bren saw I wasn’t wearing my ring, he immediately lost his temper. He dragged me to the door. “Why aren’t you wearing your ring? Where did you put it?” The coldness on his face made me panic. I quickly explained: “I went to see an art exhibition during the day and accidentally left it in the restroom. The staff said they’d bring it tomorrow.” After hearing my explanation, although Bren didn’t say much more that night, he had his assistant retrieve the ring from the exhibition staff overnight. Even this villa we live in was purchased because he had planned to marry Vivian. Vivian left him but took away assets I could never obtain in my lifetime. What I’m jealous of isn’t just the unfair distribution of assets, but his favoritism toward his ex-girlfriend all these years. For the next seven full days, he barely spoke a word to me. He didn’t touch any of the breakfasts I prepared. He didn’t even come home two nights. Thinking of all these past events, numbness and sourness surged through my heart again. Afraid tears would burst forth, I removed the ring and placed it on the table. After the lawyer delivered the agreement, I decisively signed my name on the divorce papers and left the villa without looking back.

With a friend’s help, I quickly found a suitable apartment. I’ve never been picky about living conditions, so that same afternoon I finalized the lease with the landlord. By the time I finished cleaning thoroughly, it was already nine o’clock at night. I decided to return to the villa to talk to Bren face-to-face about the divorce and breaking our mate bond. But I waited until eleven o’clock at night, and Bren still hadn’t returned. I sat blankly in the living room waiting for him. At one in the morning, Bren pushed open the door, reeking of alcohol. Seeing me sitting there, he immediately showed signs of impatience. He took off his suit jacket and casually threw it over the back of a chair, saying coldly to me, “Going to fight again? I don’t have time for that.” With that, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and was about to head straight to his room. The whole time, he didn’t glance once at the divorce agreement I’d placed on the table, nor did he say an extra word to me. My throat tightened slightly, but I still called out to him, “Bren, this is the divorce agreement. Please sign it. Let’s get divorced and break our mate bond.” Bren’s steps paused slightly. He turned back irritably to look at me. “Still angry about the breakup agreement with my ex? You’re my wife now. Don’t you even have that much grace?” Hearing these words, I suddenly wanted to laugh. So in Bren’s view, the only reason I wanted a divorce was because he gave his ex a breakup settlement? But if it were really just about money, I wouldn’t have chosen to marry him in the first place. Maybe Bren will never know that I’ve silently loved him for many years. I once wrote him 99 love letters but never dared to deliver them personally. Like a humble observer, I quietly watched everything about him from the sidelines. I watched Bren fall in love with Vivian, watched Vivian break up with Bren and leave for another pack, watched Bren look utterly devastated. Not long after, I discovered Bren and I were fated mates. At that time, Bren took the initiative to ask me to date him. I was beyond thrilled—I thought he’d let go of Vivian. Even if he didn’t love me that much, I wasn’t afraid. I thought people can change, that my sincerity would eventually move him. After we started dating, although he rarely took initiative with me, he always maintained a certain politeness. He spent very little time with me, but he was willing to accompany me to a movie on Valentine’s Day. He’d give me gifts on my birthday, though the gifts were only chosen by his secretary. But even these small bits of sweetness made me feel very content. After dating for a year, we got married smoothly. There was no touching marriage proposal, no romantic wedding. It was simply because his parents urged him to get married, so he agreed to marry me. Four years of secret love, one year of dating, seven years of marriage. Now it’s enough. I don’t want to continue anymore. Suppressing the stabbing pain in my chest, I took a deep breath, “Bren, I really want a divorce.” With that, I stood up first, repeating calmly and firmly, “So, I hope by tomorrow morning, this agreement will already be signed. After that, we’ll find a day to break our mate bond.” After saying this, I imitated his usual cold manner, walked past him toward the guest bedroom, and locked the door. Bren suddenly shouted angrily behind me, “Fine, Una! You want a divorce, right? Okay, I’ll sign it right now. Even if you come crawling back begging me later, I won’t take you back!” Soon, the sound of a door slamming came from the next room. Listening to the commotion outside, even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a dense, stabbing pain in my heart. Perhaps Bren had long forgotten that during these seven years of marriage, I had begged him in a low voice countless times. On the first anniversary after our marriage, I pleaded with him to celebrate at the beach. He agreed readily, but when the appointed time came, he sent me a last-minute message saying he had an emergency meeting that evening. After that, he never explained again and just hung up the phone directly. Seven years have passed, and every year I ask if he has time, saying I want to travel somewhere with him. But every year, he says his schedule is too tight and he has no time. Just like that, the trips he owes me have been postponed again and again. Actually, I never understood before why even after years of marriage to Bren, there always seemed to be an invisible wall between us. Not until that gift agreement surfaced. Only then did I understand—it’s all simply because he doesn’t care about me at all. I have to admit one thing: Where a man spends his money is where his love is.

The next morning, Bren was already gone. Only the living room remained, littered with shredded pieces of the torn divorce agreement. Looking at the mess, for a brief moment, I felt somewhat dazed. Perhaps… Bren isn’t really that heartless toward me? Did he tear up the divorce agreement because he couldn’t bear to let me go? It wasn’t until my phone buzzed with a new message that I snapped back to reality. The message was from a strange girl. A week ago, she suddenly wanted to add me as a friend on my Ins account. Her verification message read, “Third wheel, I’m back. Time to return Bren to me, don’t you think?” Out of curiosity, I accepted her request. Since then, she’s been frequently sending me various photos and documents. Photos of Bren accompanying her to concerts; Video screenshots of the two of them watching fireworks together at the beach; Even photos of them kissing in a parking lot late at night. Even that agreement in Bren’s study—she was the one who tipped me off about it. This time, she sent a photo of Bren sleeping peacefully on a hotel bed, captured from the side. “I heard you went through Bren’s study and saw that agreement. So, have you given up yet?” “By the way, the jewelry Bren left for you—I hope you’ll send it for cleaning and disinfection soon.” “I have a cleanliness obsession. I don’t like things that other people have touched.” “Making Bren marry you was only because I thought you were clean enough. Men have physical needs, you know. Better he relieves himself with you than goes looking for prostitutes outside.” “Also, you only have three days to get divorced, or I’ll go public with our relationship.” “Don’t think Bren can’t bear to lose you. You have no idea how proactive he is.” “Ever since I returned to Dubois pack, he’s been coming to find me almost every day. Alright, enough talking. Bren’s about to wake up. We’re going to take a bath together.” The messages stopped abruptly there. And my tears fell one by one onto the keyboard. Through blurred vision, I forced myself to reply: “You said you don’t like things other people have touched, but over these years, Bren and I have had sex a thousand times already.” After I sent the message, there was no further response from her. My chest felt suffocated, like being punched into cotton. That sharp, piercing pain surged up instantly. No wonder he stormed out in the middle of the night. At the time, I thought it was because my mention of divorce had upset Bren. Turns out he was just rushing off to relive old times with his ex-girlfriend. The last thread in my heart snapped. With trembling fingertips, I sent him a message, “Bren, are you free today? I want to break our mate bond with you. We can go to City Hall and handle the procedures.”

I sent my message a full half hour ago, and Bren still hasn’t responded. Calling him goes unanswered too. Instead, Vivian sent me a voice message. “Are you annoying or what? Why do you keep calling Bren? Don’t you know? Bren and I hate being disturbed when we’re alone together.” I suppressed the anger in my heart and replied to her: “I’ve already told him I want to reject him. If you don’t want to remain nameless forever, have him come back and break the mate bond with me.” Vivian stopped responding. I really had no patience to wait for Bren’s message anymore. I directly contacted a moving company and started packing all my belongings. Including all the various gifts I’d given him over the years. Oil paintings I’d made for him, ties and cufflinks I’d bought him… He’d thrown all these things in the storage room like garbage. Since he doesn’t want them, I’ll throw them all away—along with the heart that once loved him. Although I’d lived in this house for seven years, it took only three hours to load all my things onto the moving truck. As I was leaving, I ultimately couldn’t hold back and burst into tears again. I had just moved to my new apartment and was simply organizing my things. That’s when I received another message from Vivian: “Come over. Bren is at my hotel suite. He’s agreed to break the mate bond.” Looking at this message, my fingers tightened unconsciously around my phone. In the end, I only replied: “Okay.” Before leaving, I’d already formed a revenge plan in my mind. I changed into a quick-dry outfit and grabbed a camera with a telephoto lens. Then I took a taxi straight to the hotel Vivian had sent me. I’d been humiliated by Vivian for a whole month. It was time to let her experience what being humiliated feels like. Even though I knew Bren would be furious and we’d both lose in the end.

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On our wedding anniversary trip, my wife Russell’s sponsored student Leonardo insisted on catching a ride home in my car. My car was small, the distance was far, and I had a lot of luggage—there was no way I could take him, so I politely declined. That evening when my wife came home, she was silent for a long time. “He ended up walking home along the highway. His feet were torn to shreds.” I was confused. “Couldn’t he have just called a cab?” She nodded gently and poured me a glass of water as usual. I drank it and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, I was standing on the highway under the scorching sun. Russell was intimately leaning on Leonardo’s shoulder, holding up her phone to livestream with a cold laugh. “Didn’t you say transportation was convenient? Try walking back yourself.” The livestream was on, and viewers were all betting on how far I could walk. I faced the camera and licked my cracked lips. “Had enough? If you’ve had enough, come back and pick me up.”

Heat waves shimmered off the asphalt road. Russell and Leonardo, sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, were doubled over with laughter. She held up her phone with the camera pointed at me. Comments flew densely across the livestream. “Look at Mr. James, so stubborn,” Russell’s voice was full of amusement. “Even now he still expects someone to come pick him up.” Leonardo cooperatively stuck his head out with a sympathetic expression. “Russell, maybe we should let James get in the car. In this heat, walking back could kill someone.” “Don’t rush.” Russell put her arm around his shoulder and turned to glare at me viciously. “James, I’m giving you two choices. Either apologize to Leonardo, or walk the full fifty miles.” “The highway is straight. Just follow it and you’ll get there.” The comments went even more insane. “Serves him right! When he refused to let him catch a ride, why didn’t he think about how hard it would be for him?” “Just because he’s Miss Russell’s husband, does that make him so great? Bullying people because he has some money?” “This kind of gold digger needs to be taught a lesson. I support Miss Russell!” “Look at how pathetic he looks. So satisfying.” “Walk fifty miles? He won’t make it. He’ll collapse after two.” I stood under the scorching sun. My clothes were already soaked through, and my lips had cracked in several places. Leonardo looked at me, his eyes slightly reddening as he put on a sympathetic expression. He grabbed Russell’s arm, deliberately lowering his voice. “Russell, forget it. My family was never well-off to begin with. My life is cheap—not precious like James’s. Walking a few miles is no big deal.” “James must have his reasons for not letting me catch a ride. Don’t make things difficult for him.” As he spoke, he shot me a triumphant glance from the corner of his eye. My head buzzed. Before our anniversary, Leonardo had asked to catch a ride home with me. My car was packed full of luggage—there really wasn’t room for another adult. I politely told him that calling a cab would be very convenient. I even felt a bit bad about it and specially transferred him money for the ride. Now it had turned into me bullying him, looking down on him and refusing to let him ride. “Leonardo, you’re just too kind-hearted.” Russell’s voice was ice cold. She tightened her grip on Leonardo’s arm, her gaze piercing straight at me. “You’re too easy to bully. When he used his position as my husband to make things difficult for you, he should have known this day would come.” I stared at her. This was the woman I’d loved for six years. To marry her, I’d given up SUN, the company I’d founded myself. I thought it was worth it. The first year of our marriage, our relationship was good. The second year, she started sponsoring Leonardo. The third year, after Leonardo graduated from college, she let him join the company and work as her assistant. I didn’t think much of it. Just a student from a poor background who was grateful and wanted to repay the favor by working at the company—perfectly reasonable. But gradually, things changed. Once during a company basketball game, he deliberately stepped under me while defending. When I landed, I twisted my ankle. The pain made me push him. He fell to the ground on purpose, scraping his elbow slightly. In front of hundreds of company employees, Russell sternly berated me for not knowing my own strength. That night when we got home, she didn’t speak to me for three days. Later, this kind of thing happened more and more often. Leonardo took credit for my proposal at a project meeting, presenting it as his own work. When I called him out on the spot, he just lowered his head without saying anything, putting on a fake wounded act. Russell said I was petty and couldn’t tolerate others. When Leonardo worked late, she said I, as the president and her husband, didn’t know how to be considerate of subordinates and dumped all the work on him. On Leonardo’s birthday, when I transferred him money, she said I was being perfunctory and insincere toward subordinates. Once he deliberately spilled coffee on a contract I’d just signed. I cursed at him, and he kept silent. Without even asking what happened, Russell immediately decided I had a bad temper and was bullying an honest person. At first I thought I wasn’t doing well enough, so I was careful about everything. But no matter what I did, she could always find fault. Until today, standing on the highway in hundred-and-forty-degree heat, watching my own wife lean intimately on Leonardo’s shoulder while livestreaming my misery—only then did I finally see clearly. It wasn’t that I wasn’t doing well enough. I was just in the way.

I pulled my gaze away from Russell, licked my cracked lips, and spoke to the phone camera pointed at me. My voice was hoarse but steady. “Had enough? If you’ve had enough, come back and pick me up.” The comments paused for a second, then exploded. “Is he crazy?” “Still talking tough in this condition?” Russell laughed out loud, her laughter filled with contempt and impatience. She let go of Leonardo and leaned out of the car, looking me up and down. “Still talking tough?” “I’d like to see how long you can keep that up.” She looked back at the bodyguard. “Let the hunting dogs out of the car. Mr. James is walking too slowly. Let the dogs help speed him up.” Leonardo frowned in the car, putting on a worried expression. “Russell, don’t do this. You’ll scare James.” Russell patted his hand, her tone gentle. “Don’t worry, they’re on leashes. They won’t kill him.” The car door opened, and two hunting dogs lunged at me. All my blood froze in an instant. Even though I’m a man, I’ve been afraid of dogs since childhood. Russell actually liked dogs, but after marrying me, she never kept any. She even took detours around people walking dogs, afraid I’d see them. Now she was personally releasing dogs to chase me. The two hunting dogs rushed to my feet. Without time to think, I took off running. The asphalt had been baked by the sun until it was like a red-hot iron plate. After running about fifty feet, my shoes came off, and my soles immediately blistered. Behind me, the excited barking of the two dogs grew closer and closer. “Holy shit, he’s running so fast!” “At that speed, he could medal at the Olympics, right?” “Mr. James has been hiding his skills. Usually looks so refined, but when he runs he’s faster than the dogs.” “Dying laughing, even the dogs can’t catch him.” “Well, he is Miss Russell’s husband. He works out every day—of course he’s in good shape.” The comments flew by so fast I couldn’t read them clearly, but I could imagine Russell’s expression seeing them. She leaned out of the car, the smile on her face frozen. Leonardo leaned close to Russell’s ear, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern. “Russell, James is running so fast. Even I can’t keep up with him.” Russell said nothing, squinting her eyes at me. I’d already run nearly half a mile. The blisters on my feet had all burst, and each step felt like stepping on knife blades. The dogs behind me were still chasing, but their speed had clearly slowed. The bodyguard was pulling on the chains to control the distance. Leonardo leaned halfway out the car window and shouted at me. “James, just apologize! Russell won’t make things difficult for you!” I clenched my teeth and ignored him. His tone darkened, then switched back to that aggrieved tone. “James, I’m just a kid from a poor family. My life is cheap—I deserve to walk those roads. But don’t do this to yourself.” As Leonardo said this, his voice trembled and his eyes reddened, looking like he was thinking of me. Russell pulled him back into his seat and patted his shoulder, her tone impossibly gentle. “Leonardo, you’re just too kind, taking all the blame on yourself.” At some point, the road surface had become covered with sharp-edged gravel. The moment I stepped on it, blood seeped from the soles of my feet. The dogs behind me grew even more excited smelling the blood, barking wildly as they lunged forward. The bodyguard could barely hold the chains. I stumbled forward. The gravel embedded in my wounds, each step like walking on broken glass. The blood flowed more and more, my footprints growing deeper and deeper. The livestream comments became even more frenzied. “Place your bets! I bet he can run another mile.” “I bet a quarter mile. Look at him—he’s about to collapse any second.” “Half a mile, no more than that.” “Two miles. I bet he can hold out for two more miles.” The comments started displaying odds as someone opened a betting pool on how far I could run. The numbers grew larger and larger as more and more people watched. Russell looked at the betting amounts on her phone screen, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. She was very satisfied with this effect. She turned to glance at me, her gaze devoid of any warmth. “I want you to know in front of the entire country what happens when you cross Leonardo.” Leonardo stuck his head out the car window, staring at me, his tone still feigning concern. “James, stop being stubborn. It’s just an apology, isn’t it?” “My life is cheap—I can handle you kneeling to me.” “I won’t kneel!” Leonardo’s smile froze for a moment, then he put on that innocent expression again. He turned to look at Russell, his eyes reddening again. “Russell, look at James. He still won’t forgive me.” My vision grew more and more blurred. My body had reached its limit from blood loss.

When I collapsed, I heard exclamations in the comment section. “He’s down!” “Not even two miles. I won!” Leonardo stuck his head out the car window, looked at me for a second, then his tone suddenly took on a deliberately panicked quality. “Russell, I think James passed out from heatstroke!” Russell frowned, her tone indifferent. “Really passed out?” “Really!” Leonardo’s voice was urgent. “Russell, I heard that people with heatstroke need to be doused with cold water immediately, or it could be life-threatening!” Russell looked at him, her gaze so tender it could drip water. “Leonardo, you’re just too kind. After how he treated you, you’re still thinking about him.” Leonardo frowned, his voice deliberately low. “No matter what, he’s still James. I can’t just watch him die.” Russell patted his shoulder and turned to the bodyguard. “Go get the high-pressure water gun from the trunk.” The high-pressure water gun was connected to the vehicle’s water tank. Russell personally gripped the water gun. Leonardo stood beside her, and together they aimed at me. “Ready?” Russell’s tone was relaxed, like she was playing some kind of game. Leonardo nodded lightly. “Russell, don’t turn the pressure up too high. I’m afraid James won’t be able to take it.” “You’re too soft-hearted.” Russell shook her head with a smile. “For heatstroke you need cold water. Low pressure won’t work.” The moment the water jet shot out, my whole body bounced up from the ground. This wasn’t cooling down—this was being hit by a truck. The high-pressure water jet slammed into my body, hitting my wounds directly. The pain was so intense I couldn’t even scream, could only open my mouth in silent convulsions. Water rushed into my nostrils and mouth, choking me until my lungs felt like they would explode. I was sent rolling across the ground by the force. The back of my head hit the asphalt, and everything went black. The water jet chased me, sweeping back and forth. Russell was laughing. Leonardo beside her was shouting, “James, don’t move around, the more you move the more it hurts.” His voice was still so considerate. The comments went even more insane. Some cheered, some said it was too much, but most were just watching the spectacle. “This is way more exciting than just apologizing.” “Miss Russell really knows how to have fun.” “That water pressure has to be over two hundred pounds, right?” “Leonardo is so kind. Even at a time like this, he’s still thinking about saving someone.” The water stopped. I lay on the ground, shaking all over. My wounds had been blasted until they turned white at the edges. Blood and water mixed together, spreading beneath me. My soaked clothes stuck to my body. I couldn’t tell what was water and what was blood. Russell crouched down. A bodyguard grabbed my hair and yanked my face up. “James, have you thought it over?” Blood frothed from my mouth. I couldn’t speak. She gently stroked my hair, her tone like coaxing a child. “It’s just an apology. Is it worth torturing yourself like this? Apologize to Leonardo and I’ll take you to the hospital right away.” Leonardo stuck his head out behind her, looking at me with a nervous expression. “James, stop making Russell angry. Just say you’re sorry. I won’t hold it against you.” He moved closer, lowering his voice so only the three of us could hear. “James, just admit you were wrong. My life is cheap anyway. You can even kowtow to me—I won’t think it’s humiliating. You’re the one suffering by being stubborn like this.” I looked at his face, so close. That face wore an expression of utmost concern, his brows tightly furrowed as if he was worried sick about me. I gathered the bloody water in my mouth and spat it forcefully at his face. The bloody water splattered all over his face. Leonardo grunted, staggering back two steps, frantically wiping his face and smearing blood streaks all over it. Russell slapped me hard across the face. I staggered to one side, my face burning, my head ringing. “You don’t know what’s good for you!” The bodyguard held me down. She crouched down, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. “Still daring to bully Leonardo in this condition? Do you think I won’t kill you?” Leonardo grabbed her arm from the side, his voice tight. “Russell, forget it. James didn’t mean it. He must be feeling too terrible to act like this…” Russell pulled Leonardo behind her with one hand, pointing straight at me. “Since you’re so ungrateful, then don’t blame me.”

Russell took out a wooden box from the car and waved it in front of me. It was my grandmother’s urn. My blood froze in an instant. “You…” Russell smiled. Her smile was as gentle as on our wedding day. “Didn’t you say your grandmother loved you most when she was alive? Do you think if she knew her ashes were scattered on the highway, she’d be angry enough to come back to life?” Leonardo stood beside her, his tone light and airy. “Russell, don’t. At least she was an elderly person.” Russell ignored him and held the urn high, pointing it at the livestream camera. “Everyone, want to watch me scatter ashes live? Fifty cents per person. Crowdfunding. When it hits a thousand, I’ll scatter them.” The livestream completely exploded. “Holy shit, Miss Russell is serious!” “Fifty cents? I’ll give five hundred!” “Quick! I want to see!” “This is too exciting.” “Already donated! Miss Russell, scatter them quick!” The comments flew so fast the screen lagged. Leonardo pulled at the corner of his mouth, his voice neither loud nor soft. “James is usually so filial. I bet he’ll kneel and beg Russell now.” Russell glanced at him and nodded. She turned to look at me, her hand already reaching into the urn. “James, if you kneel now, there’s still time.” My voice was hoarse, my whole body trembling. “Russell, that’s my grandmother! You can’t!” “Why can’t I?” She tilted her head to look at me, her tone flippant. “You won’t even kowtow. I’m giving you motivation, and you’re still not happy about it?” I clenched my fists, my eyes reddening as I stared at the urn. “Russell, don’t touch my grandmother.” Leonardo crouched down and tilted his head to look at me, his face full of false sympathy. “James, stop being stubborn. It’s just kneeling, isn’t it? You don’t want her to die without peace, do you?” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Kneel. I’ll put something down for you. It won’t hurt.” I stared at the urn in Russell’s hand, my lips trembling, unable to speak. Russell raised the urn higher, her hand already grasping a handful. “Three, two, one…” She flung it outward. The instant the ashes flew out, suddenly a hand steadily caught the falling ash. Most of the ash that leaked through Russell’s fingers was caught. Russell’s smile froze on her face. Leonardo stepped back. She didn’t have time to curse. Because overhead, three helicopters were slowly descending.

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