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I brought in fifty million in profit for the company in one year, yet during the third week of my boss’s business trip, I was fired on the spot by his mistress. The reason was laughably simple—I showed up at ten. She was sitting in my boss’s chair, jabbing a finger at the attendance record. “This isn’t your company. Do you think good numbers put you above the rules?” “You’re just a commission-based salesman. What makes you so special?” I reminded her that my ten a.m. start was a privilege personally approved by the boss. She just laughed and called him right in front of me. When he said, “Handle it however you see fit,” I simply nodded. Fine. Fire me. A company run like this won’t last long anyway. The boss went away for a month and left his girlfriend in charge. Who knew her first move as acting boss would be to come after me? At 10 a.m., I walked into the office right on time. A colleague looked nervous, gesturing toward the boss’s door and whispering, “Skyler’s in there. She wants to see you!” Skyler Prescott was the boss’s latest girlfriend—notorious for her attitude and bullying. She’d curse out anyone she didn’t like. Once, when a female colleague stayed a few minutes late in the boss’s office to finish a report, Skyler spread rumors she was sleeping her way up. She made that girl’s life so miserable she had to quit. But because Skyler could turn on the sweet talk and flattery, the boss usually let her have her way. I hadn’t expected her to train her sights on me. I set down my coffee and pushed the door open. The moment I stepped in, a folder came flying at my face. “Do you have any idea what time it is? Company hours start at eight. Why are you strolling in at ten?” The sharp corner of the folder left a stinging cut on my forehead. I pressed a hand to it, staring at Skyler throwing her weight around behind the desk. My ten a.m. start was a perk for being the top sales performer. Everyone knew that—it was an unwritten rule. Years back, when the boss’s company was about to go under, they’d taken a chance and hired me. In my first month, I landed five million in sales and pulled the company back from the brink. Ever since, the boss had treated me like his golden goose, listening to my input on every major decision. She slammed a hand on the desk, her face twisted. “Look at your punch card! You’ve been rolling in at ten for a full month. Do the rules not apply to you?” “Company policy says three consecutive late arrivals are grounds for termination!” “You can get out. Now.” I looked at her, disbelief in my eyes. “You’re firing me? Did you clear this with the boss?” I brought in eighty percent of this company’s profit, and she dared to fire me? Skyler snorted, giving me a look of pure contempt. “You’re just a salesman. A glorified peddler. What’s so special about you?” “This is my boyfriend’s company. I’m his girlfriend—I can fire anyone I want!” The boss had always been decent to me, so I wasn’t about to storm out. I took a seat on the sofa. “You should get the boss’s opinion first.” Skyler rolled her eyes. “Who do you think you are?” With that, she called the boss directly. He sounded tired on the other end. “What is it?” The shrill, yelling version of Skyler vanished instantly, her voice turning syrupy. “Sweetie, I miss you.” The boss sighed. “Just tell me what you want.” Skyler shot me a triumphant glance. “There’s a salesman who doesn’t follow rules—always comes in late. I want to let him go.” “Whatever. I need to rest.” The boss agreed casually and hung up. Skyler looked at me, arrogance oozing from every pore. “Hear that? I can fire whoever I want. Now get out!”

I let out a cold laugh, keeping my eyes on her. “Are you sure about this?” “When the boss gets back and finds out you fired me, he might not be happy.” I was giving her a genuine warning. Headhunters had been offering me bigger packages for years. I’d stayed out of loyalty. My leaving wouldn’t hurt me one bit, but Skyler might not be so lucky. She glared, her face contorted with spite. “Who do you think you are? You’re just a salesman. I’m his future wife—the lady of this company. You really think he’d pick you over me?” Hearing that, I just shook my head. Have it your way, then. I turned and walked out. Outside, colleagues had overheard the argument and were shooting me uneasy looks. “Jaden, what’s going on?” I started packing my desk, calm. “What’s going on is I’ve been fired.” My colleague’s eyes went wide. “Fired? Has Skyler lost it? Everyone knows you’re the cash cow. Isn’t she afraid the boss will dump her?” I shook my head with a dry chuckle. “Not my problem anymore. She made the call; she’ll face the consequences.” “Besides, I’ve been grinding for years. Maybe a real break will be good.” I’d saved enough to be financially free long ago, but I never took time off—always felt too guilty to ask. This was the perfect excuse. My colleague was furious. “But why? Did you somehow cross her?” I thought for a moment. “Probably because I stood up for Lena when Skyler was spreading those rumors about her, remember?” “Ever since, she’s had it out for me, picking at everything.” Yesterday, Skyler had posted a selfie in the company WhatsApp group. Everyone flooded the comments with compliments. I was the only one who read it and didn’t reply. Guess that was the last straw. “Should I call the boss? You’re the backbone here. You can’t just leave.” I shook my head, a faint smile on my lips. “Let it go. If I ever come back, it’ll be after Skyler and the boss are done. I can’t stand her antics anymore. We’ll see.” I finished packing and headed to accounting to collect my pay for the month. I’d only worked ten days, but with commission, it came to a hundred grand. I informed the accountant about the termination and asked her to wire the money later. Out of nowhere, Skyler appeared at the office entrance, glaring daggers. “Jaden Carter, I told you to get out. What are you still doing here?” I met her gaze calmly. She was practically gloating, thinking she’d landed the ultimate boyfriend. It was nauseating. When I didn’t respond, she got agitated. She marched over and grabbed my shirt. “Are you deaf? What are you doing in accounting? These are sensitive company records. Get out now, or I’m calling security!” I frowned and shook off her hand forcefully. “Let go.” “Now that I’m fired, is there a problem with collecting what I’m owed for this month? I’m being generous not asking for severance.” Skyler turned her glare to the young accountant. “How much is he owed?” The accountant answered plainly, “One hundred thousand, five hundred.” Skyler’s face shifted. “How much?” After hearing it again, she pointed at me. “You violated policy by being late. Your pay for this month is forfeited.” I laughed coldly. “Two hundred bucks per late arrival—is that your math? Did you even finish grade school?” To my surprise, Skyler looked at me as if she were righteous. “It’s a new rule I implemented. Three lates and you lose the whole month’s pay. Now get out!”

“What gives you the right to make rules?” Skyler crossed her arms, her mouth hanging open like a shark’s, and said shamelessly, “I’ll own part of this company someday. What’s wrong with me making rules?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue. “Then expect a lawsuit from me.” With that, I walked out. I drove home, had just put my things away when I saw a message from Skyler in the company Snapchat group I hadn’t left yet. “From now on, everyone must reply to any message I post on Snapchat or WhatsApp. Anyone who doesn’t will be fired, like that person today.” So she really fired me because I didn’t join the praise parade. The boss really hit the jackpot with this one. Everyone started replying in the group. Annoyed, I left all the groups. My phone suddenly got much quieter. But since Skyler was withholding my final paycheck, I decided to teach her a lesson. All the key clients were in my contacts. I sent a bulk message explaining I’d resigned and would no longer be handling their business. Most of these were clients I’d brought in. They worked with the company because of me. If I left, they’d likely follow. Sure enough, within two minutes, former clients began messaging, asking which firm I’d moved to and saying they’d transfer their contracts. I explained I hadn’t landed anywhere yet but would reach out as soon as I did. The list was so long I kept replying until dark, finally collapsing into exhausted sleep. The next morning, a colleague texted: “Jaden, multiple partners are saying they want to terminate and won’t renew. Was that you?” Seems the plan worked. I chuckled. “I didn’t do anything. Just stated the fact that I’m gone.” “You’re still the best. When Skyler came in this morning and heard, she blew up at several salespeople, demanding to know why they couldn’t keep the clients. Now a few are planning to quit—they won’t take this crap.” Looked like plenty in the company were fed up with Skyler. I wondered how she’d handle the fallout. On my end, I was about to contact a lawyer to file a major lawsuit for my back pay. I didn’t need the money, but I wasn’t about to let her off easy. Unexpectedly, a few days later, Skyler called me. Surprised, I answered cautiously. “What is it?” The moment I picked up, a stream of abuse poured out. “Jaden Carter, are you even human? Where are all the company’s client contacts? They said you have them. Hand over those numbers right now. That’s company property. Don’t think I won’t sue you!” I paused, then realized Skyler must be getting desperate. “How can you be so disgusting? Give me the contacts now! Or I swear I’ll ruin you, you hear me?”

I laughed coldly. “Those clients came from my hustle. They only work with me. Why should I hand them over?” Skyler grew more unhinged. “Did the company not pay you? This was your job. You think we fed you for free?” “You ungrateful snake! My boyfriend paid you all these years, and now you steal all the clients? You’re a heartless animal!” I sneered. “You want the contacts? Fine, I’ll give them to you. I’d love to see you try to win them back.” They were just phone numbers. I had absolute confidence. I wanted to see Skyler squirm. After hanging up, I sent the client list to a colleague, asking her to pass it to Skyler. I didn’t believe she could salvage many. The next day, my colleague sent me a video. It was a covert recording of Skyler. She was on the phone with a client. We couldn’t hear the other side, but Skyler suddenly started shrieking. “Did that bastard Jaden tell you something? You’re in cahoots, aren’t you? How much did he pay you to say this?” “If you’re not buying, then get lost! See where else you can go!” Skyler hung up angrily and hurled the phone down. “I don’t believe this company can’t survive without these clients. Everyone, go find new clients now!” “Each of you bring me five new clients today!” “If you can’t, you can all get out!” The office immediately erupted in complaints. The company sold heavy machinery. Landing one client in half a month was tough—five in a day was impossible. Sure enough, Skyler glared, her face twisted with rage. “What? Are you all rebelling?” One of the older salesmen, Bryce, stood up. “Why don’t we wait for the boss to return? You don’t understand the business. What if things go wrong?” To everyone’s shock, Skyler crossed her arms and looked at him with disdain. “If you’re not capable, you’re not capable. The company doesn’t keep dead weight. If you can’t do it, get out!” The man she’d insulted was usually gentle. Humiliated like this, his face flushed red. He threw his badge down. “I can’t do it. Let whoever can, do it.” As one walked out, others followed, removing their badges. “We can’t either!” Skyler looked ready to explode. “Fine. Fine. You want to rebel? I don’t believe this company can’t run without you people. Now get out! Get out!” At her shrill shout, the sales team gradually filed out. Skyler glared after them, cursing. “I don’t believe we can’t operate without you useless lot. You think you’re so special!” The video ended there. My colleague texted gleefully, “The boss will return to a disaster. The company’s going under.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Skyler was really on a path of self-destruction. She’d actually driven away an entire experienced sales team. What would the boss do when he returned? Too bad I couldn’t see it in person. Must be quite a show. That afternoon, I got a message from our former boss. He asked, “What souvenirs does everyone want? I’ll bring something back.” Skyler had kept my resignation a secret, so he didn’t know. I sighed lightly and replied, “We’ve all resigned. You should ask your girlfriend for details.” The boss immediately video-called, but I didn’t answer. There was no point. I’d started this studio with the team. We’d all tasted success. No one would want to go back to being salespeople under that roof. And I wouldn’t abandon them. At this point, there was no room for negotiation. The next morning, the boss flew back and stormed into the company. Someone in our group reported the scene, telling us all to come down and watch the drama. After some thought, I decided to go. There were things that needed to be said. I saw Skyler, who clearly hadn’t expected his early return, panicking and explaining. “Sweetie, those people were completely out of line. I thought it’d be better to get you a more obedient team. Anyone can do that job, after all.” I sneered. Even now, Skyler was trying to shift blame. She was truly beyond help. The boss finally lost his patience. He stepped forward and slapped Skyler across the face, roaring, “Who gave you permission to act on your own?” Skyler held her cheek, stunned. “I just…” “Who are you to me? Who gave you that authority? You were still lying to me yesterday, saying everything at the company was fine!” “The company’s sales this month are zero. You call that fine?” “Now get out! Get out!” The relatives Skyler had brought in had already scattered when things went south. Seeing the boss’s state, I figured today wasn’t the day for discussion. I’d come back another time. That evening, as I got home, someone knocked on my door. I opened it to find Skyler standing there, eyes red. Seeing me, she seemed about to kneel. I startled, stepping aside. “What are you doing? Kneeling to me will shorten my lifespan!” But Skyler pleaded, “Please… please bring everyone back. My boyfriend said unless you return, he’ll break up with me and throw me out!” Tears streaked her face. “I was wrong. I was too young before—I didn’t realize how important you all were. Please forgive my ignorance. I was wrong.” I frowned at her. “Now you realize? Where was this awareness before?” “All these people have families to support. You fired them without a second thought. Did you ever consider what would happen to them?” Skyler was speechless. Of course she hadn’t considered it. In her world, only she existed. “You’re not sorry. You’re just scared. Scared that without him, you’ll never find another rich guy.” With her true motives exposed, a flash of venom crossed Skyler’s face. She stood up, staring at me intently. “So what? I’ll tell you the truth—I’m pregnant with his child. No matter what, he’ll have to marry me.” I glanced at her flat stomach and shrugged. “What’s that to me? Get out of my home, or I’m calling the police.”

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My arrogant roommate, Brandon, got himself a wealthy girlfriend and has been targeting me ever since. He didn’t just steal my scholarship; he even rallied a whole crowd to cyberbully me. “Look at Mr. Number One in the department! His classmate’s family needs money, but he won’t even donate a dime. My girlfriend’s family, on the other hand, donated a million!” I was speechless. I was the one who anonymously donated a million. Brandon wasn’t satisfied. He brought his girlfriend over to show off. Wait, what? Isn’t that my house manager? When did she start driving my luxury car to pick up guys? My roommate, Brandon, recently started dating a rich girl, and he wouldn’t stop bragging about her in the dorm. “Check it out, isn’t this Richard Mille watch she just gave me super cool?” Brandon deliberately lifted his wrist, flashing the gleaming watch under the lights. “Holy crap, that’s gotta be hundreds of thousands, right? Your girlfriend really spoils you!” “Seriously! Brandon, does your girlfriend have any single friends? Hook us up!” My roommates crowded around Brandon, showering him with envy, puffing him up with their compliments. Brandon casually lent a few pairs of his limited-edition sneakers to them for a few days, making them even more grateful and their flattery even louder. I was quietly coding nearby, not participating, which made Brandon frown. “Leo, what do you think of my watch? This is a limited edition, way better than your plain old watch, right?” I glanced at the watch on Brandon’s wrist and immediately recognized it as a high-quality replica. Meanwhile, the ‘plain old watch’ on my own wrist was a Patek Philippe limited edition, albeit a discreet one. Seeing Brandon’s smug face, I didn’t have the heart to crush his ego. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. My watch is definitely basic.” Brandon looked incredibly pleased; his frown smoothed out. He walked over and slammed my laptop shut. “I’m not trying to be rude, Leo, but you really need to get some decent clothes. Otherwise, you look really shabby standing next to me.” I was a bit speechless. We all knew about Brandon’s family situation – average working-class. He used to wear fast fashion from online stores. How could he forget who he was just because he got a girlfriend? I nodded dismissively, trying to recall where I’d left off in my code. My roommate, David, walked up to Brandon and clapped him on the shoulder affectionately. “Don’t bother with him, Brandon. You two are just not on the same level. Let’s play some games tonight, and you can tell me more about you and your girlfriend.” Brandon glanced at her, raising his voice, “No can do, I have a date with my girlfriend tonight.” A brief flicker of disappointment crossed David’s eyes. “At some fancy restaurant, I bet? Don’t forget to post on Ins!” Brandon didn’t say anything else. He spent ages messing with his hair in the mirror, then put on the most expensive designer streetwear jacket from his closet, strutting out like a proud peacock. That evening, I was eating takeout in the dorm when I heard David shriek, holding her phone. “Brandon just posted on Ins! French restaurant, foie gras, caviar, red wine… Oh my god!” A group of roommates crowded around to see the post. David, however, shot a dismissive look at me, still eating my takeout. Her voice was tinged with scorn. “Some people are on dates with rich socialites, wearing custom suits, while others are stuck eating thirty-dollar takeout. The difference between people is just wild, isn’t it?” I paused, looking at my delicious spicy stir-fry. What’s wrong with eating takeout? Why does he care so much? Seeing I didn’t react, David shoved her phone directly in my face. “Look, this is Brandon’s Ins post. He and his girlfriend look so perfect together.” I glanced at the photo and immediately perked up. The ‘rich socialite’ Brandon was cuddling in the picture was actually Sarah, my house manager! My dad won the lottery unexpectedly, which gave him his first big break to start his business. After that, his investments soared, snowballing into a massive fortune, and before he knew it, he was one of the wealthiest men in the city. In high school, my family driver would pick me up in different luxury cars every day, and even the clothes I wore under my school uniform were the latest international designer pieces. I was constantly subjected to envious and jealous stares, and then… I nearly got kidnapped. That incident terrified my dad. After I got my university acceptance letter, he repeatedly told me to keep a low profile. Even though he bought me a villa near the campus, he still insisted on the low-key approach. So, I ended up living in the dorms, only occasionally going back to the villa on holidays for a change of scenery. The villa came fully staffed: a house manager, a chef, cleaners, gardeners – the works. Sarah, my house manager, is five years older than me. She’s meticulous and thoughtful, keeping the villa running perfectly. Since I usually live in the dorms, I only visit the villa on weekends. Sarah would prepare the clothes and accessories I needed in advance, sometimes even helping me pick out outfits. Even my casual clothes cost four figures. So, when I enrolled, I made an effort to wear plain clothes without obvious logos. But some classmates still recognized the price tag. I had no choice but to claim they were designer knock-offs, not worth much. That’s how I got labeled as vain, someone who wore knock-offs in my classmates’ eyes. Later, I rushed to the mall to buy some cheaper clothes, and the rumors finally died down. I didn’t really care; I came to university to study, and these small incidents wouldn’t affect me. My dad had experienced the disadvantage of not having a higher education in his business circle, so he always told me to study hard from a young age. “Leo, we’re so rich, we’re practically poor… except for all the money! You have to study hard and make Dad proud!” One wall in our house was covered with all the awards and certificates I’d received since childhood. In my dad’s words, these were the real ‘luxury items.’ We even had staff dedicated to maintaining them. Once, when a corner of a certificate peeled off, my dad personally climbed a ladder and carefully glued it back. I came to university with the goal of getting a scholarship every year for all four years. The money itself wasn’t important; it was the invaluable honor. So, I spent most of this year in the library and rarely went to the villa. Looking at Sarah, cradled by Brandon in the photo, the Chanel jacket she wore looked incredibly familiar. Last month, when my mom stayed at the villa, I think she brought a similar one. And the diamond bracelet subtly peeking out from her wrist? It was identical to my mom’s usual Van Cleef & Arpels classic. The floor lamp and the decorative painting on the wall in the background? Those were distinctly from a corner of my villa’s living room! She should be working in my villa right now, not wearing what looked like my mom’s clothes, posing for photos in my living room, and pretending to be a rich girl to date my roommate! I watched my roommates buzzing with excited chatter around Brandon’s Ins post and fell into deep thought.

Brandon returned from his date wearing the latest designer streetwear and carrying a pile of gifts. He unwrapped them one by one, making the roommates incredibly envious. “Brandon, is that jacket a limited edition?” “Wow, those Air Jordans are a collaboration! They must be super expensive. Can I try them on?” “Brandon, I’m so jealous. You were at a Michelin-starred restaurant yesterday, weren’t you?” Brandon’s smile never faded. He subtly glanced at me, then pulled out a leather wallet from one of the bags and held it up to me. “Leo, I remember you have a similar Hermes wallet, don’t you? Why don’t you take it out and we can compare them?” I took off my headphones. Before I could say anything, Brandon already opened my drawer, pulled out my Hermes wallet, and placed the two side by side. I frowned, looking at my rummaged drawer, about to snap at Brandon, when I heard him deliberately raise his voice. “Oh, Leo, how come your wallet looks a bit different from mine?” The difference between the two wallets was obvious when placed together. Brandon’s was brighter in color, with coarser stitching and fewer leather grain details. Seeing the roommates gathered around, Brandon feigned surprise. “How could they be different? This one was a special gift from my girlfriend for our date. What about yours? I remember you brought it from home, right?” David caught on to Brandon’s taunt and immediately jumped in. “Guys, remember when Leo first came to school, he was wearing designer knock-offs? This wallet must be fake too, it can’t compare to Brandon’s at all.” “Leo, you can’t always use fakes. You can’t change your family background, but being so vain and always buying knock-offs will just make you lose sight of reality.” Brandon shot David a satisfied look, then turned to me. “I really don’t want a roommate with such questionable character.” Watching the two of them ganging up on me, I really wanted to shove my receipts in their faces, but remembering Dad’s warning, I reluctantly dropped the idea. “Brandon, you opened my drawer without my permission. Is that what you call ‘good character’? And David, you’re here sucking up to Brandon with thinly veiled jabs at me. You really are a master at flattery.” Brandon sneered, then grabbed the scissors from my desk. “If I hadn’t looked in your drawer, I never would’ve known how vain you are. Tell you what, as roommates, I’ll help you out and cut up this fake wallet. Consider it a favor.” With that, Brandon aimed the scissors at my wallet. David stepped forward and signaled a few other roommates to hold me down. I watched them surround me, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. My tone was casual. “Brandon, I don’t really care. But if you dare touch it, I’ll make sure you pay for it.” “Even if, for argument’s sake, this wallet is a Hermes knock-off, it’s still worth at least a few hundred dollars. Are you sure you can afford to compensate me?” “You just started dating your girlfriend; you wouldn’t want to tell her you ruined your roommate’s stuff and make her pay, would you?” Brandon hesitated, then reluctantly put the scissors down, glared at me, and returned to his seat. The others, seeing Brandon wasn’t doing anything, also dispersed. I hadn’t expected Brandon to be so easily fooled. The cheapest Hermes knock-offs are actually only fifty to a hundred bucks, like the one Brandon had. I gave Brandon a light glance. “Clean up my drawer later.” David immediately snapped, “Leo, don’t go too far!” Brandon deliberately ignored me, humming a tune and styling his hair in the mirror. “Brandon, I’m saying it again. Clean up my drawer.” Brandon scoffed, then leisurely started scrolling on his phone. David also let out a sneer, looking at me provocatively. I stood up abruptly and kicked Brandon’s chair over with a bang. “I won’t say it a third time.” The dorm was full of inexperienced guys who had never seen such a display. They all froze, not daring to make a sound. Even David shut up. Brandon flinched, clenched his fists as if he were the one being wronged. He glared at me for a long moment before reluctantly coming over to clean up my drawer. I heard him mumble a curse word under his breath, tears in his eyes, but I felt nothing. Once he finished, I looked at the neatly organized drawer with satisfaction, walked back to my seat, and began loudly reading an English article. The entire dorm was silent, my reading voice clear and sharp.

I didn’t waste much thought on Brandon, putting all my energy into getting the scholarship. My GPA was the highest in the department for the year, I scored perfectly on the physical fitness test, and I participated in every scholarship-eligible activity. No matter what, the single scholarship spot for the entire department should have been mine. But on the day the scholarship results were announced, I reread the list several times, still unable to believe it. The department had awarded the scholarship to Brandon, his name prominently displayed at the top of the list! And not only did I not get the first-tier scholarship, but my name wasn’t even on the list for the university-level third-tier scholarship! All those sleepless nights of studying, all the sweat from training for the physical test—it all felt like a complete joke now. Fuming and anxious, I immediately checked the detailed information below. I found that all my other entries were perfect, except for personal conduct, where my counselor had given me a failing grade! A wave of anger surged through me, my chest heaved, a mix of confusion and fury. I stormed straight to Ms. Albright’s office. “Ms. Albright, I’m not satisfied with the scholarship results and have some questions for you.” “Come in!” I pushed open the door and was surprised to find Brandon there, sitting nearby, smiling and chatting with Ms. Albright. Seeing me enter, Brandon gloated, “Oh, wow, I never thought I’d be so lucky to get the scholarship this time. It’s too bad you, who usually studies so hard, didn’t get one.” I ignored him and turned directly to Ms. Albright. “Ms. Albright, I want to ask about the scholarship.” “I know what you want to ask,” Ms. Albright adjusted her glasses, looking at me with a cold expression. “Leo, just being good at studies isn’t enough. You don’t get along with your classmates, and your character is questionable, so naturally, I can’t give you the scholarship.” Ms. Albright’s words left me completely baffled. As the class rep for academics, I had always been well-liked in class, and I even lent my notes to classmates before exams. I hadn’t offended anyone, had I? Except for those guys in my dorm! I suddenly looked up at Brandon, catching the guilty look in his eyes. It all clicked. I fought back the urge to punch Brandon and calmly turned to Ms. Albright. “Ms. Albright, if you’re drawing conclusions based on just one side of the story, then I think that’s unfair to me.” “What kind of talk is that?” Ms. Albright slammed her hand on the desk and stood up, frowning and glaring at me. “Are you implying I’m playing favorites, or that I’m an incompetent counselor?” Brandon piped in, piling on. “Ms. Albright, please calm down. Leo just has low character, so you shouldn’t stoop to his level.” I looked at the new Omega watch on Ms. Albright’s wrist and suddenly smiled. “Ms. Albright, that Omega watch you’re wearing, did Brandon give it to you?” With that, I didn’t bother with Ms. Albright’s exposed expression, turned, and walked out. Before closing the door, I stated expressionlessly, “There’s someone above the counselor—the Principal. I won’t believe I can’t get justice.” I heard Ms. Albright scoff, “Go ahead, then. I’m not afraid.” Still in the hallway, I heard my roommates chattering about the scholarship incident. As soon as I walked in, they all fell silent. Only David continued to mock me. “Oh, look, it’s our number one in the department! You studied so hard, didn’t you? How did you not even get a third-tier scholarship?” I ignored her, dialed the number for the Principal’s office listed on the university website, but no one picked up. Frustrated, I opened my laptop and wrote a long email to the Principal. I explained the whole story of the scholarship fiasco, attached relevant evidence, and sent it off. It vanished into the void. I waited for a whole week, from initial hope, to a sliver of expectation, then to utter disappointment. I should have known; the Principal was swamped with work, and my email probably got flagged as spam. Brandon went out on another date, and David couldn’t even be bothered to taunt me about the scholarship anymore. The entire dorm was quiet, but I still felt incredibly wronged and disheartened. My phone rang. I shot up from my chair, only to find it was a message from my dad. “Leo, are you so happy about getting the scholarship that you’ve forgotten your old man? Don’t get arrogant; this is just confirmation of your hard work. Keep it up!” My eyes stung, and tears almost fell. I clutched my phone and walked to an empty corner of the hallway, calling my dad on FaceTime. Seeing my parents’ concerned faces, I finally burst into tears. Dad fumbled awkwardly, and Mom shot him a glare before quickly comforting me. “Leo, don’t cry. What happened? Tell Mom and Dad.” I choked out the full story of the scholarship incident to my parents. Mom immediately blew up, slapping Dad’s shoulder hard. “How dare they bully my son! That counselor doesn’t want her job anymore! Honey, you go talk to the Principal and deal with this. That negligent counselor needs to be fired!” I sobbed, “I emailed and called the Principal, but it was no use. What can Dad do?” Dad scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh, I never told you, but I’m actually a board member of this university…” I stared at my parents, who looked all high and mighty with their wealth. My tears instantly stopped, and I even let out a hiccup. Right after I hung up the FaceTime call with my parents, before I even made it back to the dorm, I received a call directly from the Principal. “Leo, I apologize on behalf of the university. As Principal, I assure you that the university will readjust the scholarship list, and all involved personnel will face appropriate penalties.” I had just reached the dorm. Brandon had returned and was being praised by the roommates. I put the call on speakerphone. “Principal, what kind of punishment will my involved roommate receive?” “According to university regulations, he will face disciplinary action, and the scholarship funds will be reclaimed.” “Okay, thank you.” Before I could hang up, I heard Brandon’s loud sneer. “Leo, you must be crazy with scholarship fever! Where did you find someone to impersonate the Principal? That’s hilarious!” David immediately backed him up. “Seriously, he might even be losing his mind.” The Principal’s voice came through the phone. “May I ask who is speaking?” “That’s my involved roommate.” “Understood. Leo, the updated list will be posted on the official website tomorrow.” With that, the Principal hung up. I glanced at Brandon, who was oblivious to the disaster heading his way, shook my head, and went to bed.

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Everyone knew Liam lived by two unbreakable rules. First, his passenger seat was mine. Second,he recoiled from any woman who dared touch him. A quirk, I’d thought. A strange, endearing flaw that didn’t apply to me. For twenty years, the rules held. I believed in our private language of love. But today, I saw his car outside a boutique. My breath hitched. Maeve was in my seat. She leaned over, kissed him. He didn’t move away. I froze, a chill seeping into my bones. His aversion wasn’t a condition. It was a choice. Even more ridiculous, the woman who’d broken both his rules was the one I’d personally hired for his company. Aria’s POV I stood frozen outside the boutique, a dull ache settling in my chest. I opened my email and typed my reply to Professor Ford: “Yes. I accept.”  Florence it would be. I’d leave the day after graduation. The screen went dark. I lifted my gaze to the shop window. There she was. Maeve, my future sister-in-law, glowing in a white mermaid gown, a circle of admirers around her. And beside her, kneeling to adjust the hem of her dress with a look of pure devotion, was Liam. My brother, by adoption. And the man I had loved for nearly twenty years. Shards of memory cut through me, sharp and unbidden. That year, my first in college, Mrs. Hayes took my hand. She watched Liam come down the stairs, a playful glint in her eye. “You two are so close,” she teased. “People might get ideas! Liam, doesn’t it worry you, what they might think?” Liam crossed the room. His hand came to rest on my head, ruffling my hair in the familiar way he’d done for years. “Let them think what they want,” he said. “I don’t care.” Those words had been the sole belief sustaining my nearly two-decade-long secret crush. I naively thought his indifference was because he’d already planned me into his future. Now, they felt like a slap in the face. The cruelest irony? I’d personally picked Maeve for this job. Liam’s assistant had just resigned, and he’d pushed a few resumes my way. “Help me pick an assistant. Find someone you like, so they don’t bother you.” I was surprised and secretly thrilled. Among several impressive resumes, I immediately chose Maeve. She seemed the most gentle and harmless. I thought it was a special privilege, proof he cared about my feelings. Now I see I was just deluding myself. “Aria? Is that really you!” Maeve spotted me from inside the store, her face instantly beaming with surprise. She hurried over, gathering her gown, and spoke warmly through the glass door. “Come in, Aria! Tell me what you think of this dress. Liam says it’s gorgeous, but I trust your taste more than anyone’s. You have the best eye!” Everyone in the store turned to stare at me. I felt like I was suffocating. I managed a stiff smile, shaking my head. “No thanks, Maeve. I’m actually busy. You two take your time.” Maeve’s smile froze. Her eyes welled up, her lower lip trembling as her voice cracked. “Aria, are you still mad at me? Liam and I are truly in love, and we’re getting engaged soon. I just want your blessing.” Her pitiable act successfully sparked whispers from the onlookers. I was the unreasonable sister, ruining the bride’s special moment. I stood there, nailed to the spot, utterly lost. Just then, Liam walked over, his tall figure casting a shadow over the glaring lights. Maeve instantly reverted to her startled fawn act, cowering behind Liam, whimpering, “Liam, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted Aria to help me pick. She still seems upset about… what happened last time.” Liam’s gaze landed on me, icy and unfamiliar, devoid of any warmth. “Aria,” he began, his voice cold as ice, “How much longer are you going to keep this up?” My heart plummeted. Keep what up? Liam seemed to fear he hadn’t hurt me enough, so he continued, “When you won that photography award and hugged me-I know you were excited. But Maeve saw it, and it gave her the wrong idea.” He paused. “That was just a sister’s dependence and admiration for her brother, nothing else. Aria, you’re not a child anymore. You need to learn to keep an appropriate distance from your brother.” My mind exploded. Not long ago, when no one was around, he would hold me from behind, his chin resting on my head, complaining in an intimate whisper that I smelled of another man’s cologne. In a flash, he’d become the brother warning me to keep my distance. Humiliation burned my cheeks, and my vision swam. I bit down hard on my lip. The metallic taste of blood forced the tears back. I couldn’t cry here. I wouldn’t show weakness in front of them. I lowered my gaze, my voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I was being childish. I’ll make sure to keep my distance from now on.” I couldn’t stand another second. Muttering an excuse about feeling dizzy, I spun around and fled. Tears fell as I turned. I wandered the streets like a ghost for what felt like an eternity, until the evening wind stung my cheeks. Only then did I pull out my phone, my hands trembling. The screen’s light stung my eyes. I opened the app and booked a flight to Florence for ten days from now.

Aria’s POV Late that night, I returned to the Hayes estate. I tiptoed inside, desperate to avoid everyone. The living room was dim, lit only by a single floor lamp. Just as I reached the stairs, a voice came from the sofa. “You’re back?” My body instantly froze. Maeve rose from the sofa, wearing a silk robe. The neckline was loose, revealing a suggestive hickey on her neck. She strolled closer, her finger tracing the mark. “Liam was… passionate,” she said, her eyes boring into mine. “Men can never resist physical attraction. Don’t you agree, little girl?” My stomach churned. I gave her a frosty glare. “Trashy.” I turned, intending to go upstairs. “Stop!” Maeve’s voice sharpened. She rushed forward, grabbing my arm. “What’s your problem? Jealous?” Just then, the door to the upstairs study opened. Liam appeared at the top of the stairs. Maeve saw him. Her grip on my hand tightened sharply, and a cold, malevolent smile flashed across her face, gone in a blink. The next second, her expression contorted into pure terror. “Ah-” A sharp cry tore from her throat. Her body lurched backward, tumbling down the stairs. “Maeve!” Liam’s face went ashen. He was at her side in an instant, gathering her limp form into his arms. “Liam,” Maeve whispered, her face pale, tears streaming down. She leaned weakly into his embrace. “Don’t blame Aria. She didn’t mean to.” Liam’s head snapped up. His eyes, blazing with fury, pierced me like daggers. “Even if you’re upset, you shouldn’t have pushed her!” There wasn’t a hint of doubt in his voice, only accusation. I opened my mouth, wanting to say I hadn’t. But seeing his eyes, already convicting me, every word caught in my throat. He wouldn’t believe me. “I didn’t,” I finally choked out, my voice raw. Liam scoffed, standing up with Maeve in his arms. He couldn’t even spare me a glance. As he turned, Maeve, cradled in his arms, subtly looked back. She looked at me, frozen in place, and mouthed silently: You lose. … The next day, I went to the magazine office to hand in my resignation. My editor-in-chief looked from me to the signature on my resignation letter. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. “Big news to announce? Becoming a full-time housewife? Makes sense. Liam always protected you so well. He’d never want you to work too hard.” My heart stung, but I couldn’t form an expression. I silently returned to my desk to pack my things. The receptionist’s assistant ran over, patting my shoulder excitedly. “Aria! Look downstairs! Your fiancé is here to pick you up again! Oh my god, he’s so handsome, you’re so lucky!” I paused, following her gaze. Downstairs, leaning against his familiar sports car, was Liam. Today, he wore a perfectly tailored suit, his tall figure attracting the attention of every passerby.

Aria’s POV I clutched the cardboard box, walking out of the magazine building. The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, and I instinctively squinted. My colleagues, as if on cue, didn’t follow me out. Instead, they waved excitedly from behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, grinning like they were watching a rom-com unfold. In their eyes, this was a romantic gesture. I stopped in front of the car. Liam stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, then looked up at me, his expression cold. “Liam,” I said, my voice flat. He frowned, correcting me, “Respect.” I scoffed internally but complied. “Right. I’ll remember that.” “I apologize for last night,” he finally said, though his tone held no hint of remorse. “I was too impulsive.” I laughed. Sure enough, his next sentence exposed his “apology” as a mere prelude to a lecture. “But pushing Maeve down the stairs was still wrong,” he said, looking down at me. “Do you honestly not think you did anything wrong?” His twisted version of events made me laugh, a bitter, hollow sound. I looked up, meeting his gaze. “Twenty years,” I said, my voice sharp with anger. “You know me. Do you honestly believe I’d push a pregnant woman down a flight of stairs?” “She wasn’t pregnant,” he said, his tone flat and final. “Just an upset stomach.” My heart plummeted. He either didn’t know he’d been fooled, or he simply didn’t care. Suddenly, everything felt utterly meaningless. “You can go,” I said, my voice devoid of emotion as I looked away. “I’ve resigned. I won’t be coming back here, so your fiancée doesn’t need to waste her energy on me either.” Just then, a few bolder colleagues couldn’t resist. They came closer, smiling. “Oh, Aria, you two aren’t fighting, are you?” “You have to appreciate a man like Liam! He picks you up every single day. Who does that anymore!” “Come on, every couple has spats. Don’t let a silly argument ruin a good thing. Just kiss and make up!” I forced a smile, uglier than a grimace. Liam offered no explanation. Instead, he reached out, straightening a strand of my wind-blown hair with an unnervingly natural gesture. To my colleagues, it was intimate; to me, a stark warning. I abruptly stepped back, avoiding his hand. I turned to my colleagues. “We’re not like that. You’ve misunderstood.” My colleagues’ smiles froze. Clutching the box, I turned and walked away, not looking at Liam’s expression. I’d rented an apartment these past few days and hadn’t returned to the Hayes estate. Back at the apartment, I turned off my phone, trying to numb myself with work. I only switched it back on late that night. The screen lit up, and messages flooded in. Not a single one from Liam. It was a stark contrast to the Liam who would scour the city if he couldn’t reach me for even an hour. I idly opened my social media feed. The first post was from Maeve, thirty minutes ago: a flawless selfie. Around her neck glittered the sapphire necklace, the same one she’d snapped me this very afternoon and retracted. The caption read: “Love the birthday gift from my love! Obsessed! [heart emoji]” The photo’s background was a private room in an upscale restaurant, a birthday cake on the table. My gaze fixed on the necklace. It was Maeve’s birthday today? So, he’d only been at the magazine building to check up on me, and give me a lecture, just passing by. And here I’d thought he’d come specially for me. My phone rang abruptly. It was Mrs. Hayes. “Aria, sweetheart, why aren’t you home yet? I told Liam to pick you up. Did he get you?” Mrs. Hayes’s voice was as loving as ever. “Mrs. Hayes, I’ve moved out. He doesn’t need to pick me up.” “Moved out? What’s going on? Did that rascal Liam upset you?” “No,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear another word about him. “Mrs. Hayes, I’m exhausted. I’m going to hang up now.” I hung up and collapsed onto my bed. Tears silently streamed down, soaking my pillow. I finally understood completely: neither his passenger seat, nor his gifts, nor his future belonged to me anymore. Good. This made leaving so much easier. After a few days of tidying my apartment, I finally steeled myself to go back to the Hayes estate and retrieve my last few things. I used my spare key to open the villa door. The living room was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief, about to go upstairs, but then I bumped into someone on the landing. Maeve was coming out of my bedroom, carrying a suitcase. Seeing me, Maeve showed no surprise, only a provocative smile.

Aria’s POV Maeve stood on the staircase, looking down at me with a condescending gaze. The suitcase she was carrying was a gift from Mrs. Hayes when I graduated college. Now, it was filled with things that weren’t mine, taken from my room. “You’re back?” Maeve’s tone was light and casual. “I thought you’d never step foot in this house again.” My gaze went past her, landing on my half-open bedroom door. The room showed signs of being ransacked. “What are you doing in my room?” My voice was cold as ice. “Your room?” Maeve laughed, a loud, exaggerated sound, as if I’d told the funniest joke. “Aria, are you still half-asleep? This is Liam’s home, and soon it will be mine. Your things should have been cleared out ages ago.” As she spoke, she deliberately slammed the suitcase onto the floor. It wasn’t latched properly, and with a “snap,” it burst open. The contents spilled everywhere. All my photography portfolios, my cherished camera, and lenses. In the very center was a thick photo album. Maeve bent down, picked up the album, and slowly, deliberately, flipped it open. Inside were only photos of Liam. From his awkward teenage years to the mature, composed man he was now. Playing basketball, reading, in meetings, asleep. All sorts of him filled the entire album. These were all the moments I’d secretly captured over twenty years, all his time. “Tsk, tsk,” Maeve murmured, flipping through the pages with a feigned sigh. Her finger traced Liam’s sweat-drenched profile from a basketball game. “This shot is really good. You clearly loved him so much. Too bad, only I get to see him sweat now.” She turned another page, a photo of Liam asleep on the sofa. “And this one,” she continued. “He told me he has insomnia, that he can only truly sleep when he feels completely safe. Guess he didn’t feel safe with you watching him.” My nails dug deep into my palms, as I fought the urge to lunge at her and tear that smug face apart. “Give them back,” I grated out, my voice barely a whisper. “Give them back?” Maeve closed the album, her smile innocent and cruel. “Of course. But Liam said keeping these things would only fuel your delusions. He thinks we should just toss them. For your own good.” With that, she hugged the album, walking step by step down the stairs, towards the fireplace. My heart leaped into my throat. “You wouldn’t dare!” I shrieked. Maeve looked back and smiled at me. “Watch me.” Before I could react, she swung her arm, and the album-the keeper of my entire youthful love-was tossed into the roaring fireplace. Flames instantly leaped up, eagerly devouring those precious photographs. I could almost see his young face in the photos, slowly disintegrating into ash within the flames. “No!” I lunged forward like a madwoman, desperate to rescue the album from the fire. But it was too late. “You psycho!” My eyes bloodshot, I spun around and lunged at Maeve. I just wanted this woman to pay. However, before my hands could even touch Maeve, a powerful grip seized me from behind. Liam had returned, I didn’t know when. He clamped down on my wrist, his grip so fierce it felt like my bones would shatter. “Let me go!” I struggled wildly. “Enough! Aria, how long are you going to keep acting like a madwoman?!” Liam’s furious roar exploded above me. Maeve instantly reverted to her startled fawn act, cowering behind Liam, whimpering, “Liam, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to help you clear out some things that would upset her. I had no idea she’d react so violently. Does she want to hit me?” “Did I tell you to touch her things?” Liam’s voice, for the first time, held a note of reproach for Maeve. Maeve froze, her tears falling in earnest. “I just…I didn’t want this to be hard for you. The photos…they’re bad for everyone.” Liam’s expression darkened. He looked at me, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “That doesn’t justify putting your hands on her.” I stopped struggling, letting Liam hold me. My heart had died with that album. “Liam,” I said, my voice unnervingly flat. “You told me to keep my distance. Fine. Then give me back what’s mine. My room. My things. Don’t touch any of it. Once it’s gone, I’ll be gone too. You’ll never see me again.” Liam stared at my hollow eyes, a flicker of unease crossing his face. His grip on my wrist loosened. “Aria, don’t say things you don’t mean.” “I mean every word.” took a step back, reclaiming the space between us. “As of today, I’m not your sister. We’re former roommates. You and your fiancée will stay out of my life.” Liam stood rigid, his face like stone. I turned without another word, walked upstairs, and shut my door. The lock clicked into place with a final, deafening sound.

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Brittany bought a new villa, and with a smug look, she invited all our colleagues to her place for a party. “My husband’s birthday gift to me this year was a villa! I invite all of you for a party this weekend!” Looking at the photos of Brittany’s luxurious mansion, a colleague exclaimed, “That crystal chandelier is absolutely gorgeous!” I leaned in for a closer look, and my heart sank. Wasn’t that the wedding gift my father gave me? Brittany continued to brag, “My husband even hired a French designer to custom-make a crystal tea set for me.” I stared blankly at my phone, at the message my fiancé had just sent me: “Chloe, I found a crystal tea set. It matches the crystal chandelier in our villa perfectly.” Was it just a coincidence? Looking at Justin’s message, I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Hearing my laugh, Brittany shot me a dismissive glance. “Some people just love to be jealous when they don’t have things themselves.” Brittany was notorious in the office for being a gold-digger. Recalling how Justin always showered me with care and affection, I couldn’t help but doubt myself. Had I misjudged him? I put on an act of extreme admiration, taking the phone from Brittany’s hand. On closer inspection, it was indeed my villa. But this villa was my dad’s wedding gift to me. Justin had always said it was still under renovation. How had it suddenly become Brittany’s villa? Seeing me staring intently at her phone, Brittany glared at me as if I were an idiot, then snatched her phone back. “Chloe, you could stare at it for ten hours, and you still couldn’t afford it.” Sarah, a colleague next to me, chimed in, echoing Brittany’s mockery. “Brittany, you’re amazing! I heard you found a great husband. Villas in the Clear Creek district are famously expensive, and he still bought you one. Us regular folks, we’ll probably never earn enough for a house in our lifetime.” Brittany covered her mouth with a fake smile. “My husband just can’t shake his habit of overspending.” As she spoke, Brittany showed off another photo, this time of a crystal tea set. “A few days ago, I casually mentioned to my husband that I wanted a crystal tea set, and he immediately had one custom-made for me in France. Ugh, men, always wasting money.” Brittany took a delicate sip from her coffee cup, uttering words of disdain, but a proud smirk involuntarily flickered in her eyes. I shrugged indifferently, a look of contempt on my face. Clearly, this was the reaction Brittany wanted to see. “Chloe, what’s with that look?” Suppressing my anger, I feigned a look of regret. “I saw a similar crystal chandelier in a magazine. The same brand also has a crystal decorative sculpture, meant for the entryway. It’s truly stunning.” I paused deliberately, scrutinizing Brittany from head to toe, then shook my head. “Too bad it’s super expensive, and a limited edition.” Sarah quickly searched online and gasped. “Oh my gosh, it’s gorgeous! It would totally elevate any home!” Of course. That was my best friend’s masterpiece. That set of crystal sculptures was originally meant for me, but I found it too extravagant and didn’t accept it. I glanced at Brittany beside me. Noticing that everyone’s attention had shifted from her crystal tea set, she flushed with anger. I almost burst out laughing. “We’ve already paid the deposit for that crystal sculpture set. The manufacturer just said there was a slight flaw and it needed some retouching.” Brittany unconsciously raised her voice, once again capturing everyone’s attention. “Really? Then let’s have the party at your place! I’d love to see that masterpiece by a top designer!” “I can’t wait! I’ve never been to such a high-end place before!” “That’s a famous wealthy neighborhood. Looks like Brittany’s family background is seriously impressive.” … I clapped my hands casually, staring straight at Brittany, who was now beaming from all the flattery. I was looking forward to it too. Looking forward to finding out what exactly was going on.

Night gradually fell, and I paused at my doorstep. Before I could even insert my key, I heard Justin opening the door. “Chloe, you’re back! You seem a little late today!” Justin skillfully took my bag and handed me slippers. He was as considerate as ever. Even though I’d told him not to be so overly humble, he always said he couldn’t bear for me to be tired. But this man, who supposedly loved me so much, seemed to love Brittany just as much. Noticing I was distracted, Justin gently touched my forehead. “Chloe, are you feeling unwell?” Justin helped me to the couch, then went to the kitchen to pour me a glass of warm water. Watching Justin busily moving around, I started to doubt my own instincts. Maybe the chandelier in Brittany’s villa was just a coincidence. Taking the warm water Justin offered, I thought for a moment, then cautiously probed, “Justin, the crystal tea set you mentioned today, I saw it…” Before I could finish, Justin smiled and interrupted me. “I was just about to tell you about that. I don’t think that tea set really matches.” The more I listened, the more uneasy I felt. A cold sweat started to break out on my back. “This afternoon, I saw a crystal decorative sculpture that would match our new home’s chandelier even better. It’s a bit pricey, but I think only something like that can truly complement you.” The brighter Justin smiled, the more terrifying he seemed. I tried my best to control my slightly trembling hands as I took the picture Justin handed me. The picture was of the exact crystal sculpture I had discussed with Brittany earlier today. All the facts were laid out before me. Brittany’s “husband” was Justin. Suppressing the anger in my heart, I forced out a bitter smile. “This weekend, my parents plan to come see our new place. Let’s get everything ready. After all, it’s their wedding gift to me, so we should entertain them well.” “This weekend?” Justin stammered for a long time, unable to give an answer. This weekend was when Brittany had scheduled her party. Clearly, Justin already knew. I pretended not to care and slowly stood up. “I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower first. Tomorrow, I’ll find someone to clean the new house and check on the renovations.” Through the crack in the bathroom door, I saw Justin dialing a phone number, his face anxious. His expression was stern during the conversation, as if they were arguing. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I saw a message from Brittany in the company group chat. “Colleagues, can we reschedule the weekend party? I’d like to find some cleaners to thoroughly clean the place and properly host everyone.” Without giving anyone else time to think, I quickly replied, “No worries, we can help you with some simple cleaning. We can’t just inconvenience you, and besides, we’ve already cleared our schedules…” A colleague who usually enjoyed making sarcastic remarks also chimed in: “Could it be that you’re not actually in charge of this villa?” Brittany, already seething with frustration, had no choice but to reluctantly agree. When I returned to the room after my shower, Justin put on a disappointed look. “Chloe, the company just assigned me a seven-day business trip this weekend. How about we ask your aunt and uncle to come next week instead? I’ll make sure to entertain them well then.” I smiled knowingly and nodded. Oh, I’ll definitely prepare a surprise for you then.

The next morning, Brittany was beaming, loudly arranging party details in the office. “What would everyone like to eat? I’ll have my husband prepare everything in advance. He’s busy that weekend, but he’ll get the ingredients ready.” Several colleagues gasped with envy. “Your husband is so good to you.” “Rich and thoughtful husband, I’m so jealous.” “If I were that rich, I wouldn’t even work.” I pulled Brenda, our HR manager, who I usually got along well with, aside and asked quietly, “Do you know when Brittany got her marriage certificate?” Brenda glanced around, then leaned in cautiously, teasing, “You’re the third person to ask me that today! Several colleagues suspect she’s lying! But actually, she really did get married last year. I find it strange too. Someone who loves to show off so much, why was there no word about a wedding?” “I heard Brittany met her husband on a dating app. To pretend she’s a corporate executive, she never even told him where she worked.” I secretly speculated, Of course, Justin wouldn’t want to have a wedding. After all, I paid for his four years of college. Where would he get the money for a wedding? I lowered my eyes, smiling meaningfully. “I wonder if her husband would be surprised if he found out where she works.” Brenda glanced around again, then told me even more juicy gossip. “A few days ago, Brittany even submitted a pregnancy report. She’s over two months pregnant and asked the company not to assign her to business trips. I guess that villa must be her husband’s gift to her.” My jaw almost dropped in shock. After all, Justin’s medical report last year showed oligozoospermia (low sperm count). I had planned to take him abroad for treatment after we got married and had never told him this fact. Watching Brittany laugh louder and louder amidst the colleagues’ flattery, I clenched my fists in anger, feeling an urge to expose the truth right then and there. But my lawyer’s reminder made me control myself. Because I had trusted Justin too much, the villa was registered in his name. It was now legally his property. If I exposed the truth now, I wouldn’t be able to reclaim the villa. Suddenly, Brittany saw my resentful expression and walked over in front of everyone. “Chloe, I heard you and your boyfriend have been together for a long time. Why is there still no news? I told you before, women can’t just work tirelessly. You need to think about your future.” Brittany pointed to a project proposal for the Majestic Group, glancing at me. “Everyone knows the Majestic Group project proposal is equivalent to a promotion to Sales Director. My husband has tons of connections. I advise you not to waste too much effort. Instead of spending time competing with me, why don’t you spruce yourself up and get married soon?” Sarah, eager to curry favor with Brittany, quickly chimed in. “That’s right, Chloe. No matter how many Plan A’s or Plan B’s you make for this project, it’s not as good as a dinner with these rich people. You’ll probably just be a runner-up for this year’s promotion.” I gave a faint smile. They didn’t know that the Head of Procurement for Majestic Group was my best friend’s husband. The project was originally slated for me, but to ensure fair competition, I hadn’t agreed to the internal appointment. Not seeing me look defeated, Brittany’s expression grew more impatient. “Once you see my villa, you’ll know the difference between us.” I turned and walked away without looking back, leaving only one sentence: “Looking forward to it.”

That weekend evening, Brittany posted a new update. The caption read: Someone who loves you would never let you suffer. The picture showed a man’s back as he busied himself in the kitchen. That back was my fiancé’s! Watching my colleagues like the post, I let out a self-deprecating laugh. The next day around noon, led by Brittany, we entered the gated community. Noticing I was distracted, Sarah teased, “The environment here really is upscale! Brittany, you’re so capable, you’ve opened our eyes.” Brittany became even more smug. Following Brittany’s lead, a crowd of people streamed into the villa. Even though this was my dad’s wedding gift to me, Justin was in charge of the renovation. I never thought that the first person to bring me to my villa wouldn’t be Justin. Brittany proudly showed off the crystal chandelier to our colleagues. As dazzling as the chandelier was the diamond ring on Brittany’s hand. The pigeon-sized diamond on the ring drew continuous praise from my colleagues. That was my wedding ring, which I had bought with my own money because I felt bad for Justin. To save Justin’s pride, I had deliberately given it to him to hold, planning for him to use it to propose when my dad came to visit. Brittany always pretended to casually fiddle with the diamond ring in front of me. “This diamond is just too heavy. It’s inconvenient to wear at work every day. Don’t you think so, Chloe?” Just as I was about to explode, I noticed an inconspicuous ceramic doll in the corner. It was the ceramic doll my late mother and I had made together at a pottery studio before she died of cancer. It was her last memento to me. Following my dazed gaze, Brittany also looked over, a trace of impatience flashing in her eyes. “That cleaner really needs to go. Why hasn’t she thrown out this old doll yet? I’ve told her several times that it doesn’t match the decor here at all.” As Brittany spoke, she tossed the ceramic doll into the trash can. The sound of it shattering startled me. “No!” The colleagues present were startled by my panicked cry. Brittany’s mocking laughter broke the silence. “Chloe, your taste is really bad. Could it be that out of this entire villa, you only fancy this old, broken doll?” For a moment, the villa was filled with a chorus of sneering laughter. My lawyer’s call brought me back to reality. “Ms. Chloe, I’ve prepared the documents for the villa’s property proof. We have ample evidence to help you reclaim it…” I coldly watched Brittany as she continued to show off to our colleagues. Before the lawyer could finish, I interrupted him. “Mr. Smith, just taking back the villa is too easy on them. I have a new idea.” The lawyer paused, then cautiously asked, “What’s your plan now, Ms. Chloe?” The corners of my mouth curled upwards, revealing a cunning smile. “Marry Justin.”

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Seven years since it happened, I threw up again during intimacy. Asher, who had been by my side through every grueling therapy session, finally snapped. “If you hadn’t insisted on saving Seraphina from that rapist, you wouldn’t have been targeted in retaliation! You’re a damn psychologist, Iris! Why can’t you fix yourself?” As he cleaned up my vomit, he scrubbed my skin raw with the brush. “You’re the one who’s been defiled and broken, I haven’t even called you disgusting, why are you always throwing up?” I had prepared a surprise for Asher, wanting to explain everything. But then I saw him working hard on Seraphina’s bed. “You both went through the same thing, so how can you make such beautiful sounds in bed?” “Do you think that woman is faking it?” The pregnancy test report slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. The explanation I never got to say lodged in my throat. I wasn’t faking it. I was just pregnant. As his brush tore at my skin, leaving me raw and bleeding, I didn’t flinch. When I felt warm liquid splash onto my back, I reached out and clutched Asher’s trembling hand. My voice was raw and hoarse, burned by stomach acid. “I’m sorry.” Asher suddenly snapped back to reality, tossing the brush far away. His fingers trembled as he tended to my wounds. He had prepared for this moment of intimacy for a long time. Everything had been going smoothly, and we were both starting to get lost in it. But my vomiting reaction was more violent than ever before. After applying the antiseptic, he instinctively reached out to comfort me, then suddenly remembered something. He pulled his hand back, abruptly leaving without touching me. “I’m sorry, I need to cool off.” Watching him walk away. I wondered if Asher ever regretted saving me from the kidnappers, even if it meant taking three knife wounds himself. Because of the severe PTSD I developed, I resisted all forms of intimacy. Asher had put his entire career on hold, painstakingly guiding me through desensitization therapy, step by agonizing step. His family detested me to their very core because of it. “If it weren’t for that woman, Asher would have taken the company to another level by now.” “Asher’s prime years are being completely wasted on this woman. And it looks like she can’t even have a child. All because she bought into that woman’s misguided kindness.” “Refusing to be a lady of leisure, choosing to be a damn psychologist, going around saving others from rapists – she deserved what she got!” The girl I saved was Seraphina. I never imagined that one day, they would end up in the same bed. I stood outside the room, feeling like I was being ripped in two, alive. One half was a raw, bleeding pain; the other half suspected this was a nightmare, not reality. They finally noticed the movement at the door. Asher’s face went white. “Iris, what are you doing here…?” The heavy, cloying scent of their infidelity hung in the air, and I started dry-heaving uncontrollably. Asher panicked, expertly pouring water, offering me medication, and cleaning up the vomit. Seraphina knocked the water from Asher’s hand, her eyes red as she demanded, “Iris, I don’t understand. I was abused for longer than you, so how come I can be intimate with Asher, and you can’t?” “Asher is a human being, he has desires and emotions, and he gets hurt when he’s rejected. Iris, you haven’t recovered for so long, do you even care about his feelings?” Listening to her indignant questions, I remembered that terrifying memory. My stomach spasmed as if trying to expel every last drop of acid. The pregnancy test results, which I’d meant as a surprise, were now on the floor, soiled and illegible. Seraphina reached out and covered Asher’s eyes, preventing him from looking at the mess. “Don’t look. You’re human too, you’ll get disgusted.” “She doesn’t care about you, but I do.” Asher looked at my pale face, opening his mouth several times, trying to explain something. But his body was still marked with the messy aftermath of their encounter. He simply gave up, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “You already find me disgusting, so what’s one more time?” Asher grabbed his jacket and left, his back slumped in despair. He was right. I wasn’t a good wife. I had no right to question Asher’s infidelity. How many more seven-year cycles of his life would I consume? I dialed my lawyer. “Draw up the divorce papers for me. I’m willing to walk away with nothing.” I needed to give Asher back the vibrant life he deserved.

As I knelt on the floor, painstakingly cleaning up the mess, my mind drifted back to the past. I remembered Asher, covered in blood, holding me tightly. “You’re not dirty. I just came too late.” Asher brought in the best psychologists from across the country to treat me. Countless times, I thought I was getting better. He would kiss me, full of hope. But the next second, I’d throw up all over him. He’d patiently clean it all up, smiling nonchalantly. “I know you’re not disgusted by me, Iris. Don’t be afraid. It’s a sickness, and it will be cured someday.” Truth be told, more than once, I’d seen the balcony littered with cigarette butts late at night. He’d sobbed at my grandmother’s bedside, admitting how exhausted he was, but swearing he’d never give up on me. So I pushed myself through therapy, fighting for recovery, until finally, that day came. But I never expected that everything would already be utterly unrecognizable. A video from Seraphina popped up on my phone. The Asher in the video was consumed by lust, panting, letting Seraphina brand his arm with one cigarette burn after another. “Only with you can I breathe.” Asher had dismissed the crisscrossing scars on his arm with a casual shrug. “Just a lot of stress lately.” I thought they were because of me, and I’d spent sleepless nights racked with guilt. It turned out they were just their sick idea of foreplay. Asher’s voice continued. “I’m sick of feeling disgusted. She despises me, and honestly, I don’t want to be near her anymore. When she throws up, it’s truly revolting.” *Bang!* The phone crashed to the floor. My hands began to tremble violently, twitching uncontrollably. My empty stomach cramped with a brutal, twisting pain. All the gossip and rumors over the years hadn’t hurt half as much as Asher’s single sentence. The phone on the floor suddenly blared, the caregiver’s voice laced with terror. “Hurry! Grandma’s going to jump!” By the time I arrived, my body cold with dread, that figure had already made a resolute leap, landing heavily on the pavement right in front of me. Blood splattered, blurring my vision. My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground, my voice abruptly lost, only a hoarse, painful gasp escaping my throat. I frantically dialed Asher’s number, realizing in that moment that I had no one else to turn to. If this was a nightmare, please, just let me wake up. The call connected, and Seraphina’s seductive gasp leaked through the line. “Someone’s calling~” “What could be more important than this right now? Hang up. Focus.” The call was abruptly disconnected. My vision swam with black spots. I couldn’t even recall the face of the boy who used to answer my calls anytime, anywhere, terrified of missing a single message from me. A suicide note was handed to me. Grandma had left only one agonizing sentence. “Why did you follow your mother’s path? I’m sorry, I just don’t have the courage to endure losing another loved one.” My mom, after being betrayed, fell into a deep depression and took her own life in our fish tank. And on my grandma’s phone screen was a news report. The headline read: “New York’s Richest Man Finally Dumps Wife, Attends Prenatal Scans with New Flame.” The accompanying photo showed a blurry profile. Asher gently stroked Seraphina’s belly, a smile of undisguised joy on his face.

With trembling hands, I found a prenatal scan report deep inside Asher’s safe. This safe held his most treasured possessions. The last thing placed inside had been our marriage certificate. The report sent to my grandma’s phone was from an anonymous number. Scrolling up, there was another message: “The kidnapping was my doing. If your daughter hadn’t been so foolishly kind, she wouldn’t have fallen for it. I never imagined their relationship would be so fragile; Asher already finds her disgusting. Your granddaughter will end up just like your daughter—a pathetic woman abandoned by her man.” Grandma always taught me to be kind. So when I met Seraphina, who had been persecuted for so long and suffered from severe depression, I believed her. She pleaded with me to save her, to not call the police, claiming it would ruin her future. I agreed. Neither Grandma nor I ever imagined that my kindness would drag me into hell. When Asher married me, he knelt before my mother’s tombstone and swore an oath: never to betray me. But that vow had finally been worn away by reality. I dry-heaved, spitting out streaks of blood, unable to stand any longer. My vision went completely black. When I next opened my eyes, Asher was wiping my face. Seeing me awake, he immediately pulled his hand back, a strained smile on his lips. “The moment I leave, you turn yourself into this. Are you only happy if you force me to constantly revolve around you? What is this, you despise me, but can’t live without me?” Asher looked exhausted. “Tomorrow, the family estate is hosting a party. I’m begging you, just for my sake, don’t throw up. Don’t let anyone laugh at me for being useless again.” This was the first time in years Asher had begged me. Seeing the few strands of gray already sprouting at his temples, my heart ached. Soon. Once I leave, your life will return to its original path. When I appeared, clinging to Asher’s arm, a ripple of surprised whispers went through the room. “Her inability to touch men… it’s finally gone?” Asher’s expression finally relaxed a little. But in the very next second, I uncontrollably bent over and started dry-heaving. Seraphina walked past, innocently holding a basin of raw chicken blood. “Oh, don’t get the wrong idea, everyone. Iris probably just threw up from the smell of blood. It has nothing to do with Asher.” After being pregnant and then witnessing Grandma die right in front of me, I truly couldn’t stand the slightest whiff of blood. But no one believed Seraphina’s explanation. “Who throws up just from smelling blood? Her illness clearly isn’t cured. She held it in for so long, but she’s still disgusted by Asher.” Asher flung my hand away, his eyes filled with disappointment. “If you’re so disgusted, then stay away from me.” Asher pulled Seraphina closer. Seraphina was dressed head to toe in designer clothes, nurtured and pampered into delicate beauty. There was no trace left of her former gloomy, cowering self. Meanwhile, I was pale and thin, hiding in a corner, vomiting in a pathetic heap, avoided by everyone around me. “They look so perfect together. Seraphina is a truly good woman. She overcame her trauma on her own and found happiness.” “That’s the kind of woman Asher deserves. Not the other one, who’s still half-dead.” The quiet murmurs drifted into my ears, but Asher made no move to refute them. The whispers exploded when Seraphina flashed the diamond ring on her hand. My pupils contracted, my gaze fixed on her ring finger in disbelief. “Iris lost too much weight, so it didn’t fit her anymore. Asher just gave it to me instead. Don’t misunderstand, he hasn’t proposed yet.” Seraphina giggled as she explained. After I lost over ten pounds, Asher had taken off my wedding ring. He’d carefully put it away. “When you’re better, we’ll wear it together again.” But now, that diamond ring, symbolizing eternity, gleamed on Seraphina’s hand, its dazzling light stabbing at my eyes. She covered her mouth, mocking me. “You couldn’t keep your family, and you can’t keep your husband. Iris, your life is truly a failure.” Not wanting to cause any more commotion, I leaned on the sink, pretending not to hear her words. But Seraphina lowered her voice, leaning close to my ear. “Tell me, if your grandma in heaven saw you and your mom, both abandoned women that nobody wants, would she be so angry she’d come back to life?” I lunged, my hands clamping around her throat. The next second, a fierce shove sent me reeling. Asher flung me aside, and I slammed into the wall. “What are you doing to Seraphina?” My phone suddenly rang. It was the funeral home. I ignored the crippling pain in my body and answered. “Ms. Jiang, your grandmother’s and mother’s ashes have been picked up by a woman.”

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Everyone said my girlfriend was a sugar baby, hooking up with some rich guy, but I always brushed it off. Then, when I saw Anya get into that Range Rover for the fifth time, my certainty wavered. I followed her. I nearly broke down, confronting her, my voice raw: “Why? Who is he?!” She tried to calm me. “Babe, don’t overthink. He’s just a friend.” I roared furiously: “Just a friend? No way! I saw everything! How much longer were you planning to keep this from me?!” Seeing my genuine anger, she took my hand, her voice barely a whisper: “I’m sorry, babe. To be honest, you’re actually the other man.” “You… I… this…” I stared at Anya. A moment ago, my gut was burning with rage. Now, after holding it in for what felt like an eternity, I couldn’t string a single word together. Anya’s face was etched with apology: “It’s okay, babe, you didn’t know. This is all on me. I should have been honest with you.” I was still reeling from the shock she’d dropped on me. I looked at Anya, my face a mask of disbelief. The woman who was always so gentle with me, my Anya, was already someone else’s wife. I loved her. I loved her so much. My plan had been to propose the moment I graduated. But now? What was this? How could she be such a player? Didn’t that make me the one breaking up a family? How could I ever accept that? “Babe, please don’t be mad, okay?” Anya’s voice came again, as soft and tender as always. But right now, there was no way I could stay calm. I stared at Anya, disbelief hardening my gaze: “This isn’t just about being mad anymore.” “I just graduated college, and I’m already the other man?” “I’m not that kind of guy, so why am I being forced into it?” “You manipulative jerk, we’re over!” Anya visibly stiffened. Her eyes turned red, and she pleaded, tears welling up: “Babe, please don’t break up with me, okay?” “I don’t want to lose you.” “If you can’t accept this, then for you, I’ll divorce him.” I was utterly speechless. Was this even about divorce anymore? My head was spinning, completely overwhelmed and confused by her. My mind was a chaotic mess. “Babe.” Anya reached out, trying to come closer. I quickly stepped back, avoiding her touch. “Don’t come near me.” “Just go. Let me calm down. You’ve messed me up so badly right now!” Seeing my resolute stance, Anya didn’t press any further. She picked up her bag. As she was about to leave, something seemed to strike her. She pulled a bank card from her bag. “Babe, this is a graduation gift I specially prepared for you.” “There’s thirty million dollars on this card. Use it, and if it’s not enough, just tell me.” I snatched the card, my hand trembling, and challenged her: “What is this supposed to be?” “Are you trying to buy me?” Anya quickly explained: “No, babe, please don’t think that.” “I… I just want you to be happy.” “And you’ve graduated now. You should start building a career. This thirty million might help you launch a business, or chase some dreams.” Her explanation left me with no counter-argument. “Babe, I’m going now. Please calm down. Don’t do anything reckless.” Watching Anya leave. I slammed the bank card against the door with all my might. In that moment, I felt like my world was ending.

I spent a tormenting night alone in my apartment. But I still couldn’t get past it. I had just graduated college. I was supposed to have a bright future ahead of me. I was supposed to propose to Anya, the woman I loved most. But I never would have imagined things would turn out like this. I didn’t want to be the other man. Without a word to Anya, I packed my bags and left the country. Over the next few years abroad, I pursued various advanced degrees. A billionaire investor noticed me, gave me a billion dollars, and sent me back home to spearhead market expansion. I assumed Anya would have forgotten about me after all these years. But as soon as she heard I was returning, she immediately wanted to arrange a celebration. I arrived at the private room Anya had booked. Before I even entered, I heard her talking with her friends: “Anya, your company was on the verge of collapse all these years, drowning in countless headaches that nearly broke you. It’s thanks to Marcus’s unwavering support and his constant, loyal presence that you managed to pull through. I’m so jealous you have such a wonderful husband.” “Seriously! If my husband was even half as good as Marcus, I’d wake up smiling every day.” “Your tenth wedding anniversary with Marcus is coming up. Are you going to go all out this time?” “Yeah, Marcus has poured his heart and soul into supporting you all these years, he’s lost so much weight. I really think you should make a big deal out of your tenth anniversary. It would make him so happy.” Anya remained silent for a long time, then finally spoke: “Marcus is truly good, but our marriage was arranged by our families. It’s not the kind of love I truly wanted.” Her friends frowned, one after another: “Anya, what are you saying? You’re not still hung up on Julian, are you?” At the mention of my name, another friend, Chloe, immediately contorted her face in disgust: “Don’t even talk about him!” “Back then, when Anya’s company was on the brink of collapse, she still gave him the paltry thirty million dollars, her last resort, to save herself. But what did he do? He just took the money and vanished without a trace, didn’t even send a breakup text!” “That kind of man is absolutely not worth trusting. Even if you like someone, it shouldn’t be him!” I stood outside the door, my stomach churning. So, when I left, Anya was facing financial ruin. But even in that dire situation, she still transferred thirty million dollars to me. How could she be so foolish? That was her life-saving fund! All these years I’d been gone, I’d never regretted my decision. I even felt that her hiding the truth and being with me behind her husband’s back was just her playing me for a fool. But in that moment, a wave of bitter regret washed over me. I took a deep breath, composed myself. Then, I pushed open the door. The chatter in the room instantly died. Seeing that it was me who walked in, everyone stared at me with a strange, scrutinizing gaze. One of them asked cautiously: “Julian, when did you get back?” I masked the turmoil inside, offering a faint smile: “Just got back.” “Hmph!” Before I could say anything more, Chloe snorted: “How dare you show your face here?” “When Anya’s company was on the brink of collapse, you just bolted without a word.” “Now that Anya’s company is back on its feet, are you thinking of coming back to swindle her out of more money so you can live it up overseas again?” My face burned. I could only explain: “I didn’t know Anya was in that situation back then. If I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have left.” Chloe’s voice rose several octaves as she yelled at me: “You didn’t know?” “I saw you run faster than a rabbit back then!” “You heartless jerk, you don’t deserve to be here, and you certainly don’t deserve to be in front of Anya!” Another friend chimed in: “Exactly! You knew Anya had a husband, but you still chose to be the other man. Weren’t you just after her money?” “You don’t belong here!”

The shame in my heart made my eyes well up. Seeing Anya remain impassive to her friends’ taunts, I just wanted to disappear. I dropped my gift and turned to leave. But Anya grabbed my arm: “You’re here now, so stay and join us.” Then, Anya looked at Chloe and the others: “Please stop talking about Julian like that.” “He really didn’t know the truth back then. I deliberately kept everything from him.” “He didn’t know I had a husband, nor did he know about the impending bankruptcy.” “I was wrong first.” Anya’s friends fell silent, no longer speaking ill of me. But they still clearly wanted me gone. Just as the atmosphere hung heavy, the door opened again. Anya’s husband, Marcus, appeared at the doorway. Marcus’s expression froze for a split second when he saw me there. He quickly composed himself and walked over to Anya, taking her wine glass and saying with concern: “Anya, your stomach has always been sensitive. You really shouldn’t drink so much wine.” Anya took the glass back from him, saying: “I’m fine. It’s rare we all get together, so I have to celebrate properly.” Watching Marcus’s devoted care for her, a sour feeling twisted in my gut. After that, Anya’s friends kept teasing Marcus and Anya, pointedly leaving me out. I endured a night steeped in bitterness. The next day, Anya sent me a message. [It’s been so long since I’ve had your home-cooked meals. I really miss them.] I replied almost instantly: [Wait for me! I’ll bring it to your office!] I spent two full hours cooking, then carried the packed lunchboxes to her company. When I reached Anya’s office door, I ran into Marcus coming out. “Hey.” I offered a smile and a greeting. Marcus ignored me, pushed the office door open, and walked in. I felt awkward but followed him in anyway. Anya, who was working at her desk, frowned when she saw both Marcus and me enter. “What are you doing here?” Both Marcus and I froze. Neither of us knew who she was talking to. I forced a smile, placed the lunchboxes on her desk, and opened them one by one: “I made all your favorite dishes, the spicy ones.” Marcus’s face immediately darkened, and he yelled at me: “Are you trying to kill Anya?!” I was utterly confused. Marcus explained: “These past few years, Anya has had to drink at countless business dinners to get the company back on its feet. She even ended up with stomach ulcers.” “Now, her stomach absolutely cannot handle spicy food!” At the mention of this, my eyes burned. But Anya picked up her forks: “It’s not Julian’s fault. I wanted to eat it.” She began eating ravenously. Soon, her face became noticeably pale. I quickly urged her: “Anya, maybe you should stop eating.” Anya was clearly in pain, but she gritted her teeth and insisted: “It’s fine. It’s just been so long since I’ve had anything this spicy, I’m a bit out of practice.” That night, I heard Anya had been rushed to the hospital. Marcus was the one who told me himself. My heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds. Anya clearly couldn’t handle spicy food, so why did she eat it? Marcus roared at me over the phone: “After all these years, does she still love you that much?!” “Even knowing how severe the consequences would be, she still ate your home-cooked meal!” “I honestly believe if you gave her poison, she’d swallow it without hesitation!” “Why?!” “I’m the one who loves her most.” “I’m her husband.” “What exactly do I lack compared to you?!”

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“You’re a man, who did this to you?!” My parents screamed, their voices frantic. I looked at them and a laugh unexpectedly escaped my lips. “The kidnappers.” My parents and Cassie froze, their faces draining of color. I continued softly, “Don’t you remember? The kidnappers demanded a ransom. You only offered to save your other precious son, saying I needed to learn a lesson.” My mother collapsed onto the sofa. “That’s impossible… We just wanted you to learn a lesson, to tell you to stop bullying Leo. I never… We never thought…” I walked over to my mother, bending down to look at her. “You never thought the kidnappers would humiliate me like that, did you?” Without waiting for her reply, I rolled up the sleeve of my left arm. A winding scar, like a centipede, coiled across my skin, stretching all the way to my elbow. “Knife wounds, burns, fractures.” I pointed at each mark. “They broke two of my ribs and burned seven cigarette marks onto my back. I had all these when I came home. Why did none of you ever ask me about them?” My mother opened her mouth, but I cut her off. “You didn’t come to rescue me. You just took Leo.” “You didn’t come for a day, then two days, then a whole month…” “Do you really think the kidnappers would still believe they could get a ransom?” Well, it’s too late now. I’m going to die.

The next day, I was heading to the hospital for surgery when I coincidentally ran into Mr. and Mrs. Hayes and Cassie. Leo’s stomach issues had flared up again, and the whole family was rushing to be with him. I went to the doctor’s office and confirmed my surgery time. As I walked out, Cassie spotted me and grabbed my arm. Behind her, Leo’s eyes were sharp and accusatory. “What are you doing at the hospital? Leo’s stomach is acting up because you haven’t been eating or drinking. What else are you trying to do?” Cassie demanded, her carefully applied makeup unable to hide the harshness in her brow. I waved her off. “I don’t have time for this.” To me, the Hayes family was as distant as strangers passing on the street. Once I decided I was no longer a Hayes, I would sever all emotional ties with them, just like… my own parents did to me. Perhaps, deep down, I did have the same cold blood as the Hayes. I shook Cassie off and turned to leave. I used to always watch the backs of Mr. and Mrs. Hayes and Cassie. Now, finally, I didn’t have to. The biopsy results came back: Stage 4 brain tumor. Surgery was no longer an option. The old injury on my left arm, however, required another debridement surgery – the infection left by the kidnappers had turned cancerous. There was no way I was keeping that arm. When I came off the operating table, I felt like I’d lost half my life. I slept for two days, but it felt like just a shallow nap. If death was like this, perhaps it wouldn’t be too hard to accept. The doctor said the debridement surgery was successful, but the cancer cells had already spread. I knew my time was even shorter. A month later, I was discharged. The doctor urged me to continue chemotherapy. That’s when I got a call from Leo. He said if I was leaving the Hayes family, I should do it cleanly. He asked me to meet him at a coffee shop to return my belongings. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the coffee shop. Leo was already impatiently waiting. I was surprised to see Cassie there too. She scrutinized me from head to toe. I’d lost so much weight in the past month that my hospital gown hung loosely on my skeletal frame. My eyes were deeply bruised from the constant pain. “Alex, look at you. How can you even compare to Leo? You’ve completely disgraced the Hayes family,” Cassie said. I didn’t reply, just picked up my bag, preparing to leave. Cassie called out, a look of disbelief on her face. It was probably because of my blatant disregard. For four years, I had constantly tried to please her. When had she ever been treated with such indifference by me? Seeing her silent, I reached for the glass door of the coffee shop to open it. Cassie tried to grab me, but accidentally tugged on my hair. My short, dark brown wig came off. Cassie and Leo stared, stunned. “Why did you shave your head?!”

“Are you insane? You’re throwing away your image completely?” Cassie continued, glancing at the equally shocked faces of the other customers in the coffee shop. Leo, too, asked with a sneer, “Alex, what’s this stunt now? Other people make grand sacrifices, and you’re doing this? Are you shaving your head to make some profound statement?” Leo’s words cut like knives. I laughed. “Don’t you know what ‘starting over’ means?” I extended my hand to Cassie. “Give me back my wig.” Cassie clutched my wig, speechless, just staring at me. It was Leo who snatched it from her and tossed it into my lap. I calmly put on the wig. After all, a skeletal man with a shaved head isn’t exactly a sight for sore eyes on the street. “Leo, you really don’t have to be so scared. I’m not coming back to the Hayes family,” I said with a smile. “Not in this lifetime, and certainly not in the next.” “I’m not scared! Mom, Dad, and Cassie only love me!” Leo cried out, furious, his usually handsome face twisted with rage. Before my chemotherapy appointment, I went to pick out my burial plot, right next to my foster parents. In my next life, I wanted to be their biological son. This life had been too painful. In my next life, I only wanted to live the way I did before I was 17. To my surprise, the sales manager at the cemetery was Chloe, the neighbor from my foster parents’ old house. She didn’t ask too many questions, nor did she offer forced comfort. She’d probably seen enough of life and death. Her initial shock was probably just because it was her first time meeting the user of a burial plot in person. Chloe seriously explained all the arrangements, even helping me choose a good, affordable urn. Chloe walked with me towards my parents’ graves. “Dad, Mom…” I missed them so much. I quickened my pace up the steps, all 108 of them. Standing before their familiar tombstone, I was pierced by the sight before my eyes, and my vision blurred! There, on the tombstone, crude letters written in foul-smelling dog’s blood screamed. I rushed forward, charging towards the grave… [ALEX IS A BASTARD, AND THE PARENTS WHO RAISED HIM ARE ANIMALS!] I dropped to my knees, frantically scrubbing with my sleeve. As I wiped, I apologized, “Dad, Mom, I’m so sorry… Your son is unfilial, I’ve dragged you down even in heaven, you can’t even rest in peace…” “I’m useless, how could this happen…” “I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry!” My hands were raw and chafed from scrubbing. My light-colored clothes were stained red and dirty. Chloe returned from the office with a bucket of water and a rag, helping me clean. The rain grew heavier. I was soaked to the bone. Chloe struggled to drag and support me down the mountain. I was the biological son the Hayes family had searched for. But when I returned at 17, there was already an adopted son, Leo, the same age as me. Leo, who had soaked up all the Hayes’ love. In the four years since my return, no one seemed to remember to change my surname back to Hayes. I continued to use the name my foster parents gave me, Alex Miller. My foster parents had been wonderful to me. Unable to have children, they felt finding me was a blessing from heaven, vowing to cherish me as their treasure. But when my DNA was uploaded online after a school blood drive, my biological parents, separated from me for 13 years, found me. My foster parents still let me go. They believed I could get better educational resources with the Hayes, at least no longer needing to work part-time to help support myself. But now, I was dying. Brain tumor, late stage. To see my foster parents, who loved me so deeply, insulted like this… I felt like my insides were being brutally squeezed and twisted.

They don’t love me, and I don’t want to love them anymore. I just want to live for myself at the end of my life. Tomorrow is my chemotherapy, but why did I have to see my beloved foster parents suffer such an insult? My foster mother passed away when I was 12, and my foster father died in an accident last year. Can’t even the dead leave in peace? My childhood memories of Mr. and Mrs. Hayes were hazy. I only remembered Cassie, five years older than me, taking me to an amusement park. She told me to wait while she went to buy me ice cream. I waited from morning until night, but Cassie never came back. In the end, it was a cleaning lady at the amusement park, my foster mother, who found me and took me home. On my first day back at the Hayes mansion, Leo cried to me, “I don’t want anything. I know I’ve taken your place all these years, but now I just want to be with Mom, Dad, and Cassie. Please, Alex, don’t make me leave.” What did Cassie, who had lost me that day, do? She pushed me away fiercely. “Leo, no one will make you leave, and no one dares to. You are my brother, my only brother,” Cassie said, hugging Leo tightly and glaring at me. It was as if I were some unforgivable villain, trying to break up their family. My biological mother, her eyes red-rimmed, looked at Leo and choked out to me, “Alex, when you went missing back then, Mom went crazy. So your father brought Leo home. Leo was the one who stayed with Mom through all the days and nights without you.” The moment I turned to look at Leo, he gave me a defiant smirk. “Mom, let’s not talk about all that for now. Let Alex stay in my room tonight. The guest room isn’t ready yet.” Leo emphasized the words “guest room.” “Oh, no, that won’t do, Leo. You’re particular about your bed. Changing rooms will make you sleep badly,” my mother quickly said, then immediately remembered I was still there and abruptly stopped herself. For the next four years, I lived in the guest room next to the maid’s quarters on the first floor and never moved. No more thinking about it. I can’t think about it anymore.

The first round of chemotherapy was so painful that cold sweat plastered itself to my face, dripping down. I was in agonizing pain. The doctor asked if I had any family with me, but I said nothing. But when I saw Chloe waiting outside the operating room, I felt a flicker of relief. I wasn’t alone. I was too lonely. I needed someone to be with me, at least for this final journey. I needed someone to bury me. Because of the chemotherapy, I couldn’t eat anything and dry-heaved every day. Even the rich and bland meals Chloe brought me were impossible to stomach. “Eat a little more, otherwise, when you’re cremated, there’ll be so little left, it won’t even cover the bottom of the urn. What a waste,” Chloe said. After every meal, Chloe would push me to the hospital garden for a walk. Silverwood had already entered winter, with heavy snow blanketing everything, and the sun couldn’t ward off the cold. “Let’s go back to the room. It’s too cold.” I gazed at the grey sky and asked Chloe, “Why couldn’t I reach you when I came back to the Hayes family?” Chloe’s eyes reddened. She didn’t speak. I sighed deeply. Had I said the wrong thing? Chloe turned her face away, her shoulders trembling slightly. Back in the hospital room, I lay in bed reading when Leo called me. “Alex, where are you?” Leo’s voice was agitated and urgent. “Can you come home? Cassie is being beaten to death by Mom and Dad.” Leo didn’t wait for me to speak, then started crying again. “It’s all your fault! Mom and Dad are blaming Cassie for saying you needed to learn a lesson. Cassie’s being hit all because of you.” I was speechless. “Why should I go?” “Why won’t you come back? It’s all because of you! Don’t you love Cassie most of all? Can you bear to see her beaten?” “Mr. Leo, I’ve already left the Hayes family. Haven’t you always wanted to be the only son of the Hayes? Why are you asking me to come back now?” I couldn’t believe Leo had the nerve to call me. I hung up and then blocked and deleted everyone from the Hayes family. But I didn’t expect Cassie to show up at the hospital. I was in the hospital lobby, basking in the sun by the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying a rare good day. Cassie stood in the shadows, asking, “Why didn’t you tell the family you were sick?” “Ms. Hayes, your family is truly ridiculous. Why do you always forget that I’ve cut ties with you? My name is Miller, yours is Hayes. What is there for us to talk about?” The sunlight made me squint. Hearing me say my name was Miller, Cassie’s face paled slightly, but she patiently asked, “What illness do you have?” I pointed to the sign on the wall. “Oncology. What else could it be, stomach problems?” “Alex, are you planning to fake your death this time to gain Mom and Dad’s sympathy?” “Get out!” I roared at Cassie. I had run out of patience for the Hayes family. My only wish while still alive was never to see any of them again. Was that really so difficult? Chloe pushed me back to my room, blocking Cassie. “How dare you stop me? I’m his sister! I told you back then, you weren’t good enough for Alex. Why are you still showing up?” Cassie shoved Chloe.

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At the end of the year, the company organized a team retreat to Hawaii as a reward for its employees. But right before we were supposed to leave, my female superior, Jessica, told me I wasn’t allowed to go. “There are limited spots for this retreat, someone has to stay behind and cover,” she said, a saccharine smile playing on her lips. “Your husband is the VP, Sarah. Do you really care about one trip?” Twenty-plus people were in the conference room, and not a single one spoke up. I stared at her. Five years. My performance had been number one every single year, yet my name never appeared on any commendation list. I knew Jessica was deliberately trying to suppress me. “Fine.” I nodded. “I won’t go.” Jessica froze for a second. She probably hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. I pulled out my phone. The HR manager from our rival company had called me thirty times. I’d initially rejected them, but now, I decided to call back. I stood up. “But Jessica, are you sure about this?” The conference room fell silent for three seconds. Jessica’s smile faltered, her face stiffening. “Sarah Miller, what do you mean?” “Nothing.” I walked toward the door. “I’m going to cover.” I turned and left the conference room. Whispers erupted behind me, but I didn’t look back. At the end of the hallway, the elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. The moment the doors closed, I saw Jessica standing at the conference room entrance, her face a thundercloud. I pressed the button for the first floor. My phone vibrated. It was my husband, David. “Honey, don’t be mad. Jessica is just looking out for the company.” I stared at the message, not replying. Another one popped up: “I’ll make it up to you when I get back from the team-building trip. How about Bora Bora?” Bora Bora. They were going to Hawaii, a trip costing about twenty-eight thousand per person. He’d “compensate” me with Bora Bora. I walked to the break room and poured myself a glass of water. My phone rang again. It was my colleague, Lisa Chen. “Sarah, are you crazy? Your husband’s the VP! Why don’t you just ask him to say something?” I didn’t reply. She sent another message: “Ugh, but I guess it makes sense. What good is your performance? You only get by because your husband helps you at work.” I stared at that message for five long seconds. “Thanks to my husband.” My thirty-two million in annual sales, *that* was thanks to my husband? I put down my glass and looked out the window. The sky was as gray and heavy as my heart. The company’s WhatsApp group buzzed with team-building notifications and the list of staff staying behind. I saw my name listed alongside three interns and said nothing. Lisa immediately followed up with a laughing emoji. I exited the group chat and opened the contract details for Zenith Corp. The renewal was next week—a twelve-million-dollar order, right smack in the middle of the team-building trip. I smirked. Jessica sure knew how to pick her timing. Chloe, the receptionist, saw me and hesitated. “Ms. Miller, are you really not going?” “No.” “But…” She lowered her voice. “You’re the *only one* not going from the whole company.” I just smiled. “Someone has to cover.” She looked like she wanted to say more but held back. I knew what she wanted to say. Out of thirty-two people in the company, twenty-eight were going to Hawaii. Besides me, three interns were staying behind. Three interns. I was in my fifth year, a Sales Manager, with annual sales of thirty-two million. And I was on duty with interns. At 5:30 PM, people started trickling out. I was still at my desk. David came out of his office and walked over to me. “Honey, done for the day? Want to head home together?” I looked up at him. “Do you know about the team retreat?” He paused. “I know.” “And you didn’t say anything to help me?” He sighed heavily. “Honey, Jessica’s the Sales Director. Even though I’m the VP, sales falls under her. It’s not my place to interfere.” I just stared at him. “For three years, my performance has been number one.” “I know.” “Half of Jessica’s sales are from *my* clients.” “I… know.” “You *know*?” I stood up. “You knew she was taking credit for my work, and you stayed silent. You knew she was pushing me out, and you stayed silent. Now she’s got me on shift with interns, and you’re *still* silent?” “Sarah…” “David, you’re my husband.” He opened his mouth, but no words came out. I picked up my bag. “I’m going home by myself.” “Honey!” I didn’t stop. The moment the elevator doors closed, I saw him standing there, his face a roadmap of conflict. The parking garage was quiet. I got into my car and started the engine. My phone rang. David: “Honey, please don’t be angry. I’ll explain everything when I get home.” I didn’t reply. I’d been married to David for three years. He was a VP, and I was just a manager. Everyone thought I’d married above my station. Including Jessica. The first day she met me, she’d said: “Oh, so you’re David Miller’s wife? Work hard under me, don’t embarrass your husband.” Back then, I was a new hire, with zero sales. Now I had thirty-two million in sales, and she still looked at me with that same disdain. When I got home, David wasn’t back yet. I changed my clothes and sat on the couch, lost in thought. The doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Miller, David’s mom. “David told me you’re in a bad mood?” “No, I’m not.” “What’s all this fuss about team-building trips? You’re just an office drone at that company, what difference does it make if you go or not?” I looked at her. “Mom, I’m a Sales Manager, not an office drone.” “Manager, drone, whatever. You’re still working for someone else.” She waved her hand dismissively. “You just focus on what’s important: taking good care of David and giving me a grandson.” I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge; it was completely bare. “Mom, where are all the groceries?” “Oh, I took them.” Her voice floated in from the living room. “Emily’s pregnant, she needs the nutrition.” My hand, gripping the fridge door, tightened. Three years. Three years of marriage, and David’s mom never once looked at me as an equal. She thought I’d married above my station, that I wasn’t good enough for her son. I closed the fridge door. I walked to the window, looking out at the night. It was time to take action. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. “Hello, is this Ms. Amanda Stone, HR Director at Ascend Solutions?” “It is. Who’s calling?” “This is Sarah Miller from Nexus Innovations. The new position you offered, I’m willing to consider it.” Amanda on the other end seemed surprised, but quickly regained her professional composure. “Ms. Miller, hello. I know who you are. Ascend Solutions is very interested in you. If it’s convenient, we can meet to discuss further.” “Alright. Tomorrow at 3 PM. Please send me the address.” I hung up the phone and looked out the window.

The next day, I went to work as usual. The atmosphere in the office was a little strange. Passing by the break room, I heard people chatting inside. “Did you hear? Sarah isn’t going on the team retreat.” “She’s not going? Jessica isn’t letting her go.” “Why not?” “What else? Her husband’s the VP. Jessica’s probably afraid she’ll steal her thunder.” “Pfft, with her sales numbers, *she’ll* steal thunder?” “You don’t know? Her sales are actually…” The voices suddenly stopped. I pushed the door open and walked in. The two female colleagues’ faces changed, and they quickly grabbed their cups and left. I poured myself a coffee, saying nothing. My phone vibrated. It was Jessica. “Sarah, my office, now.” I put down my cup and walked over. Jessica sat behind her desk, a smile on her face. “Sit.” I sat down. “No issues with the team retreat, right?” “None.” She nodded. “Good. Oh, and the Zenith Corp contract is up for renewal next week. Get all the materials ready; I’ll handle the negotiation myself.” I looked at her. “Zenith is my client.” “It’s the *company’s* client,” she corrected me, her smile fading slightly. “You’re just the liaison.” “Mr. Edwards only deals with me.” “Mr. Edwards deals with *deals*,” she countered, her eyes holding no warmth. “Sarah, you’ve been at this company for five years. You should understand one thing: clients belong to the company, not to you personally.” I said nothing. She continued, “You do your job covering. I’ll take care of Zenith.” I stood up. “Jessica, are you *sure* you want to handle this yourself?” She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “Nothing.” I turned to leave. At the door, I paused. “Jessica, Zenith Corp’s annual order is twelve million dollars, accounting for 35% of the company’s revenue.” “I know.” “Good that you know.” I pushed the door open and stepped out. Behind me, Jessica’s voice rang out: “Sarah, you better not be trying anything funny.” I didn’t look back.

At lunchtime, I skipped the cafeteria and went to a coffee shop downstairs by myself. Amanda was already there. She looked like a very capable woman. “Ms. Miller, hello.” She handed me a file. “Here’s the detailed information about Ascend Solutions. Take a look.” I opened it and read carefully. Regional Sales Director for the East Coast, an annual salary of fifty thousand dollars, plus commission. “Amanda,” I said, using her first name, “I wanted to ask, if I bring my clients with me, would the company be open to that?” She smiled. “Ms. Miller, Ascend Solutions is hiring you precisely because of your client base. Especially Zenith Corp.” “So, for Zenith…” “If you can bring the Zenith order with you, the company will give you an additional bonus.” She paused. “However, you’ll need to handle it cleanly, avoiding any legal complications.” I nodded. “I understand.” “How long will you need to consider, Ms. Miller?” I looked at her. “Amanda, I have one condition.” “Go ahead.” “I need my start date to be in a week.” She thought for a moment. “That works. It’ll be right after the team retreat ends.” “Then it’s settled.” I returned to the office that afternoon and went straight to the fire escape, dialing Mr. Edwards. “Mr. Edwards, it’s me, Sarah Miller.” “Sarah, what’s up?” “Regarding the renewal next week, the company might be replacing me with Director Jessica Reed to liaison.” “Jessica? Never heard of her.” Mr. Edwards’ tone was blunt. “Sarah, I work with your company *because* of you. If they change my contact, there’s no deal.” “Mr. Edwards, I understand.” I paused. “What if… I’m no longer with this company?” Silence on the other end for a few seconds. “You’re leaving?” “Yes. An opportunity came up.” Mr. Edwards laughed. “Then the contract here, I’ll follow you. I deal with *you*, Sarah Miller. When’s a good time to firm up the details?” “Great. Thank you, Mr. Edwards.” A twelve-million-dollar order, and I could take it with a single phone call. A huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Back at my desk, Lisa leaned over. “Sarah, were you just in Jessica’s office?” “Yeah.” “What did you guys talk about?” “Nothing.” She scoffed. “Don’t be ungrateful. Jessica putting you on duty means she trusts you.” I turned to look at her. “Lisa, what were your sales last year?” She froze. “What’s it to you?” “I think it was around three point eight million, right?” Her face changed. “My sales were thirty-two million.” I turned back to my computer. “That’s over eight times yours.” Her face flushed crimson. “You… What’s so great about you! It’s all because of your husband!” I ignored her. She huffed and turned away. At closing time, David came to find me. “Honey, dinner together?” “No, I have plans.” “What plans?” “Work stuff.” I picked up my bag. “You go eat by yourself.” “Sarah…” I didn’t stop, walking into the elevator. I arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop with Amanda and signed the letter of intent. Everything went smoothly. Stepping out of the coffee shop, the evening breeze blew on my face—a little chilly, but very refreshing. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Mr. Edwards: “Mr. Edwards, it’s confirmed. Please proceed with the plan and call Jessica Reed next Monday.” He quickly replied: “No problem. Waiting for your good news.”

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When my biological parents came to take me home, I looked reluctant. “I’ve heard that real daughters never win against the fake ones and end up suffering terribly. I’d rather not go back.” Hearing this, they rushed to comfort me. “Don’t be silly, Veronica is so gentle and kind. You’re sure to get along wonderfully with her.” I nodded, then pulled out my phone. “To prevent her from harming me, you need to understand the tricks fake daughters use. Here are a hundred web series about fake daughters causing trouble. Once you’ve watched them, I’ll come home with you.” After watching all hundred episodes, Mom and Dad were astounded. “Those are just made-up stories. Veronica would never act like that.” I remained noncommittal, pulling out an agreement. “Then sign this. Every time I’m harmed, you’ll have to compensate me. $5,000 for false accusations, $10,000 for minor injuries, and serious injuries we’ll negotiate.” Mom and Dad were convinced I was overthinking it and signed without hesitation. But they were quickly proven wrong. Less than half an hour after I arrived home, Veronica announced her necklace was missing. Her eyes were red, as if I had truly wronged her. “Eleanor, that platinum necklace was a birthday gift from Mom and Dad! Please give it back to me! I know you’re their real daughter, you can take anything else you want, just please give me back the necklace…” Mom and Dad immediately frowned, looking ready to grill me. I pulled out my phone with a straight face, opened one of the web series, and handed it to them. “See, the plot where someone frames another for theft is right here.” They froze, swallowing the accusations they were about to make, forcing awkward smiles. “Veronica, look again. Eleanor wouldn’t take your things.” Veronica looked genuinely stunned, probably not expecting Mom and Dad to side with me. “Are you all saying I’m lying? I get it now. Eleanor is back, so you don’t want me anymore. Why should I even stay here?” She sprang up abruptly and bolted for the door. I swiped through the clip. “Pretending to run away from home—that’s in here too.” Veronica froze, then burst into even louder sobs, vanishing into the night. “Veronica! It’s dangerous outside, come back!” Dad panicked and chased after her, even losing a shoe. Mom’s eyes welled up, and she couldn’t help but scold me. “Veronica is… you two are both my darlings, can’t you be a little nicer to her?” I felt confused. “She’s the one not being nice to me. She said I stole her necklace…” Before I could finish, Mom cut me off. “Veronica feels insecure right now. As the older one, you need to be more understanding and tolerant.” “Are you implying I should just take the blame for stealing?” Mom sighed. “Regardless, when she comes back, just apologize to her. She’s never experienced such unfairness growing up; I don’t know how upset she must be.” “Plenty of these shows have plots where the innocent one has to apologize to the wrongdoer.” Mom’s expression stiffened, and she didn’t dare say another word. I didn’t forget the agreement, silently opening my payment app. “$5,000 for false accusation. Please transfer the payment.”

I heard Dad found Veronica under a bridge. She was drenched from the heavy rain, her face deathly pale. After Dad carried her back, she threw herself onto the bed, thrashing and wailing. “Leave me alone! You all love Eleanor and don’t love me anymore…” Mom’s heart ached, and she burst into tears, quickly wrapping Veronica in a large towel, coaxing her in a hushed tone to change clothes. Dad kept checking her forehead, worried she might have a fever. “Veronica, sweetie, stop fussing. What’s a necklace worth? I’ll get you a whole diamond set, okay?” “No matter if Eleanor is here or not, you’ll always be Mom and Dad’s precious darling.” Hearing this, Veronica burst into tears. “Don’t lie to me…” Mom hugged her tightly, also crying uncontrollably. I understood then. So, those web series actually got it right. When there’s favoritism, blood ties don’t mean much. Luckily, I was prepared, otherwise, I don’t know how heartbroken I would have been. Dad saw me sitting quietly by myself, not showing any intention to help, and his face darkened as he snapped. “We’re a family! Are you just going to watch Veronica suffer like this?” I shrugged. “What do you want me to do?” “Go to the kitchen and bring the hot herbal tea the housekeeper brewed.” It was a small task, just doing a good deed. I went to the kitchen without a word and brought the herbal tea to Veronica’s lips. She was about to take a sip when, out of Mom and Dad’s sight, she shot me a defiant glare. Oh, here we go. Classic fake daughter move from those shows, right on cue. I remained calm, wanting to see what Veronica was planning. Sure enough, she nudged the bowl’s rim with her index finger, and the steaming hot tea splashed all over her. “It’s so hot! You burned me! Eleanor, you…” Veronica’s face showed a mix of shock and pain, as if in disbelief. Dad rushed over and shoved me aside. “Eleanor! Are you out of your mind? How could you do that to Veronica!” I slammed into the corner unexpectedly, and a huge bump quickly formed on my forehead. He looked like he wanted to hit me again, but Mom quickly grabbed his arm, her tone stern. “Eleanor, you really messed up. Apologize to Veronica!” I didn’t say a word. Instead, I pulled up a video clip, fast-forwarding to a scene where the fake daughter plays innocent to stir up trouble between the parents and the real one. “You watched it, and you already forgot? Your memory is terrible.” “This…” Mom and Dad exchanged glances, not daring to mention an apology again. They were busy getting burn cream and new pajamas for Veronica, and no one noticed the red, swollen bump on my forehead. After they finished fussing, my payment app pinged with another $10,000. Perfect. On my first day home, I’d already collected $15,000.

Feeling guilty about what happened, Mom and Dad showered me with concern for the next three days. Veronica also seemed like a changed person, calling me Eleanor this and Eleanor that, treating me incredibly well. Mom and Dad praised her with relief: “Veronica has matured. This is our good child.” Given her excellent behavior, Mom and Dad bought her a pile of luxury goods. On the fourth day, my younger brother, Sam, returned from his school trip. He excitedly showed off the gifts he’d bought for everyone. “Dad’s lighter, Mom’s perfume, Veronica’s silk scarf—I remembered what you all liked!” Everyone received beautifully wrapped gifts, except for me. Seeing the four of them happily together, I discreetly prepared to go back to my room. It was only when Mom noticed me leaving that she gasped: “Sam, didn’t you buy Eleanor a gift?” Sam pouted, “I only have Veronica.” Just then, Grandpa George, who had just walked in, heard this, and his blood pressure shot through the roof. The old man, who valued blood ties above all else, grabbed Sam’s ear. “You brat! Who taught you to talk like that? Eleanor is your real sister! Veronica was just raised here out of convenience; she’s an outsider! You don’t know who’s family? I’ll beat you!” The word “outsider” deeply stung Veronica. She didn’t dare argue with Grandpa George, only glaring at me, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred. Sam cried loudly from the pain. “I don’t know what an ‘outsider’ is, I only acknowledge Veronica!” Grandpa George twisted his ear even harder. Hearing their son’s ear-splitting cries, Mom and Dad were heartbroken, desperately begging Grandpa George to let go. “Please calm down, we’ll educate Sam properly…” “Hmph!” Grandpa George also couldn’t bear to let him cry further. He pulled me to the sofa. Looking around, he quickly figured out what was going on. “You’re the only one without a gift? Good, good, how could you do such a thing? Eleanor, I’ve got your back! The Sterling family’s heirloom jewelry? I’m only leaving it to you. No one else gets a share!” Veronica’s face crumpled in a show of hurt, tears welling in her eyes. Mom cautiously spoke up. “Veronica, shouldn’t she also…” Grandpa George refused decisively. “My possessions are only for members of the Sterling family. Some people have impure hearts; it’s better to send them away early.” Even with all her brazenness, Veronica couldn’t stay. She ran back to her room, tears streaming down her face. Dad blamed Grandpa George: “You spoke too harshly. I watched Veronica grow up; I know what kind of person she is better than you do.” “Idiot!” Grandpa George sneered. “How did I ever raise such a fool like you?”

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I Died in an Extreme Heatwave My husband locked the basement door, his mistress standing behind him. And my own son sealed the last air vent with his own hands. I woke up reborn, seven days before the apocalypse. He forced me to sign the divorce papers. This time, I didn’t fight for a thing. I just took all the water, all the food, every means of survival. —and watched them devour each other in hell. After dying from dehydration during the heatwave, I returned to the day my husband asked for a divorce. “Olivia is pregnant! I’m warning you, stop clinging!” Daniel shouted at me, his spit flying. His childhood sweetheart, Olivia, hid behind him, offering candies to my son. As I felt the cool air from the air conditioning, the suffocating sensation of being burned alive during the heatwave dissipated. I took deep breaths of fresh air. Looking at Daniel’s menacing face, I suppressed my growing hatred and agreed to the divorce without hesitation. He was taken aback, not expecting me to relent so easily, and looked at me suspiciously: “Really? You’re not planning anything, are you?” I glanced at the calendar on my phone—only seven days until the heat apocalypse. Time was short. “We either go to City Hall now, or I walk away. Your choice, Daniel.” My son, with a disdainful look, urged: “Who cares if she’s planning something? This old woman isn’t fit to be my mom!” “You need to divorce her so I can recognize Olivia as my mom!” Olivia gave Daniel a shy, coy look. Daniel shivered and eagerly drove us to City Hall. On the way, Daniel was grinning foolishly, while my son didn’t even glance at me, nestled in Olivia’s arms, full of attachment. I fought the urge to drive the car off the overpass with the three of them inside. In the last life, when the heatwave hit, Daniel and Olivia locked me in the basement, leaving me to suffer and die from the heat. This time, I swore they would pay for their blood debts.

When dividing the assets, I only took my savings card, which had 400,000 yuan. Daniel couldn’t help but boast, “Look how good I am to you. You’ve freeloaded for so many years, and I never asked for rent.” Internally, I was full of scorn, controlling the urge to slap him. “Since you were so sensible and agreed to divorce, I’ll give you an extra 100,000, so you don’t end up scavenging on the streets.” I gladly accepted the 100,000 yuan Daniel transferred. You can have issues with fools, but never with money. Besides, I knew Daniel was quite wealthy now. Three days ago, he won a thirty million lottery prize. He wanted to live with Olivia before claiming the prize, so he schemed to divorce me. In my past life, I had no idea. I thought I had a decent husband and a third-grade son, so I tried to protect my family as much as possible. Until I saw Olivia posting intimate photos with Daniel on my Snapchat feed, with the caption: “After years apart, after life’s twists and turns, it’s still you.” Daniel’s smiling face in the photo was a stark contrast to his usual impatient demeanor. I thought of how the whole family treated me after Olivia returned: Daniel mocked me for always asking for money and having no self-respect. My elementary school son despised me for not letting him play video games or eat snacks, calling me a “bad woman.” In the previous life, I rushed to the scene, gave Olivia a slap, and called her a “homewrecking sl*t,” only to be locked in the basement by them. One slap couldn’t make up for the pain of being roasted alive! I wanted them to die a hundred, a thousand times more painfully than I did! After leaving City Hall, I watched as my son jumped into Olivia’s arms. Daniel joyfully led them both away, the family of three laughing like they were on top of the world. Laugh now, but soon you won’t be able to.

Back home, I immediately began planning how to purchase supplies to protect myself. Halfway through my plan, Daniel returned with our son. Seeing his smug, satisfied expression, I guessed he had claimed the thirty million. I couldn’t be bothered to deal with the two of them and continued drawing and writing on my tablet. My son ran over, shouting, “I want to go to Miami with Dad. Hurry up and pack our things!” “I’m not your nanny. Find someone else to do it.” My son angrily threw a water cup at me, “You’re my mom; you have to do everything for me! Or I’ll have Dad hit you.” The shattered glass cut my leg. Looking at my son’s righteous expression, I felt like killing this little brat. Before having him, I was a high-ranking executive. But because he couldn’t be left alone, I became a stay-at-home mom for ten years. In the last life, when the heatwave hit, they lived comfortably off the resources I stockpiled, while I was left to die in the basement. I begged my son for a way out. But to please Olivia, he blocked the basement vent, letting me pass out. I didn’t die instantly. I watched them take a cleaver to me, heard them greedily shout: “Get a bowl to catch it! We can drink the blood!” “She’s over 100 pounds, enough for us to drink for a while!” My son jumped first to bite into my vein. Take a step back, and the sea will be vast. But the more I endured, the angrier I got. I slapped my son, swelling his cheek. He tried to bite me, yelling for me to go back to the countryside. I glanced at Daniel, who was watching the drama, and calmly said: “If you don’t control the kid, I won’t get the marriage certificate in thirty days.” Only then did Daniel intervene, “You gave birth to him. What’s wrong with packing his clothes?” “Did I reproduce asexually?” Daniel couldn’t out-argue me, so he awkwardly packed some short sleeves and shorts, dragging our son, who made faces at me, out the door. He pretended to be affectionate, asking me to stay for a while. I didn’t agree. The city apartment would soon lose water and power in the apocalypse, not only becoming useless but also making us targets for neighbors. This time, let it be the Smith family’s grave!

Once Daniel and my son left, I wasted no time rummaging through the basement. During the three special years, I developed a habit of hoarding supplies. I had stored quite a bit of food in the basement. This time, I’m taking everything! Twenty cases of bottled water? In the heatwave, water is most precious—must take! Seven bags of rice, flour, and oil? I went through hell to get these into the basement, so I’m taking them home! The vegetables growing on the balcony? They’re my hard work; no way I’m leaving them for those jerks! Light summer clothes and quilts…wear clothes and cover with quilts in the heat? I packed them into the donation box downstairs, leaving only long sleeves and thick quilts for the Smiths. I also picked up a hammer from the toolbox and gave the air conditioner a few whacks. The already-broken unit let out a few whimpers. I hope the three of them have good endurance, wearing long sleeves at 149 degrees Fahrenheit, with nothing to eat or drink, and still thrive. While emptying the house, I spotted the familiar cleaver. My son loves meat, so I used it to chop bones. But in the past life, it became the tool they used to dismember me and drink my blood. After a moment’s pause, I took it from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. Finally, I looked around the seemingly unchanged house, now empty of supplies. I ordered several surveillance cameras, installing them in hidden spots. Once everything was done, it was past 2 PM. I didn’t care about the heat outside and quickly drove back to my hometown with my things. I’m an orphan. My parents died when I was in high school, leaving me a plot of land. The villagers were kind, pooling together to support me through college. Before giving birth, I worked hard despite Daniel’s objections, building a three-story villa in my hometown. On the day it was completed, I went door-to-door, bowing and repaying the money. When the foundation was laid, most villagers helped. They used the best materials and installed eight solar panels. To avoid potential wild animals from the mountains, they even set up an electric fence around the house. Afraid I’d neglect it for long periods, the villagers planted vegetables and dug a well, maintaining it often. Even though it was 95 degrees Fahrenheit, I stood in the garden full of fruits, laughing out loud. Thanks to my stubbornness back then, this well-equipped countryside villa by the mountains is my strongest support against the heat apocalypse and my hope for rescuing villagers. With a week left until the apocalypse, I began checking the villa’s hardware. I contacted workers to install a water filtration system and bought several home-use large batteries and power banks. Even if the solar panels broke, I could manage with self-generated power. Enough cooling sources were needed. Though the house came with a complete ventilation system, I bought seven or eight stand fans, pairing them with humidifiers to ensure comfort during the apocalypse. With just a week left until the apocalypse, I began assessing the condition of my cottage’s hardware. I reached out to workers to set up a water filtration system and purchased several large home batteries and power banks. This way, even if the solar panels fail, I can still rely on alternative power sources. I also need sufficient cooling options. Although my house is equipped with a complete ventilation AC system, I wasn’t completely reassured, so I bought seven or eight stand fans and matching humidifiers to ensure I can stay cool even after the world ends. The home freezers weren’t enough. I bought an entire row of commercial freezers from the shelves, placing three on each floor of the basement. Thankfully, my house is spacious enough, so storing all this equipment didn’t make it feel cramped. After reviewing my home’s layout, I ordered five extra-large water barrels, four home fish tanks, a row of breeding cages, and a set of indoor gardening tools. I arranged for the workers to deliver these the next day. After purchasing all these items, I found myself out of money. I didn’t hesitate and quickly downloaded loan apps on my phone, borrowing nearly a million from them. By the time the water filtration system was installed, it was already late at night. I hastily ate a meal and lay in bed to rest, preparing for the challenges ahead. The next day, I started stocking up on essentials. Not knowing how long the extreme heat apocalypse would last, I bought items focusing on quantity rather than cost.

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