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  • The Echo of a Broken Promise

    The car accident hurt less than I’d imagined. When the doctor mentioned a hysterectomy, a bitter smile touched my lips. I raised my hand to sign. Just then, a hand snatched the pen and tore the form apart. It was Jason. “Amber, don’t you want to be a mother anymore?” I looked at his reddened eyes. My face stayed calm. He turned to the doctor, voice low. “Get every blood bank on the line. Save her uterus.” As they wheeled me in and the anesthetic flowed, I vaguely remembered the last time I was here. For a miscarriage. Where was Jason then? Beside his “first love,” Sera Thompson. 1 Amber POV In the final year of our arranged marriage, I gave up on having a child with Jason. The nursery, once filled with dreams, became just another storage room for forgotten clutter. I stopped waiting for him at dinner. Stopped dragging him out to watch meteor showers. On our anniversary this year, I even flew to New York alone. The car accident on the way didn’t hurt as much as I’d imagined. It wasn’t until the doctor said the uterine hemorrhage wouldn’t stop and suggested a hysterectomy that a bitter smile touched my lips. I raised my hand to sign the consent form. Just as the pen touched the paper, a hand snatched it away and tore the document to shreds. It was Jason. “Amber, don’t you want to be a mother anymore?” I looked at his reddened eyes, burying the turmoil inside. My face stayed frozen. Jason seemed to be holding back something fierce. He turned to the doctor, his voice stern. “I’ll mobilize every blood bank in the city. Please, do whatever it takes to save her uterus.” As I was wheeled into the operating room and the anesthetic flowed into my veins, I vaguely remembered the last time I was here. It was for a miscarriage. Where was Jason then? By the side of his “first love,” Sera Thompson. The surgery lasted nearly six hours. When I woke up, I vaguely heard nurses chatting outside the door. “Mr. Vance is downstairs with his wife for a prenatal check-up. One little kick, and he almost called in a specialist consultation. Now that’s what you call rich people spoiling their wives.” The door swung open, and Jason walked in, a chill practically radiating off him. He’d clearly heard the chatter. He opened his mouth, as if to explain, but then his gaze instinctively fell on me lying in bed. I just stared out the window, pretending I hadn’t heard a thing. Jason frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He spoke to the nurse in a cold voice. “Don’t spread rumors. My wife is right here. The lady downstairs…she’s the wife of a friend.” As he spoke, he watched for my reaction. I simply kept my eyes lowered, my face devoid of any joy or even a hint of jealousy. I used to argue with him constantly about Sera, demanding he cut ties with her. Now, hearing him clarify things, I felt no desire to show happiness. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my ear, but a crisp knock on the door interrupted him. It was Sera, her belly noticeably round. Her breathing was slightly rapid, her eyes full of concern. “Jason said Amber was also hospitalized here. I was worried, so I came to check on her.” Before I could react, Jason hurried over and lifted Sera into his arms, carefully carrying her to the sofa. “You’re in your last trimester, don’t run around so much.” The worry in his tone was like a silver needle, piercing deep into my heart. Jason seemed to realize something and turned to explain. “Amber, don’t misunderstand, Sera is…” But I cut him off with a forced smile. “Sera’s pregnancy isn’t easy. Caleb’s busy with work, so as a friend, it’s only right for you to be attentive.” I called my brother by his first name, the polite distance in my voice making Jason’s eyes darken. At noon, the meal Jason ordered from the five-star hotel across the street was delivered to my room right on time. Sera was also joining us for lunch. The table was laden with French seafood bisque, pan-fried sea bass, and garlic-baked shrimp… Jason first served a piece of fish onto my plate, then another onto Sera’s. “These are all high in protein, good for your health.” I stared at the fish on my plate, my eyes blank. I have a severe seafood allergy. Not just fish, even touching seafood broth could trigger anaphylactic shock. Five years of marriage, and he still hadn’t remembered. Sera noticed I hadn’t touched my fork, so she paused as well, her face a picture of innocence. “I’m here; Amber must feel uncomfortable.” Her perfectly timed retreat made me look like I was being unreasonable. She stood up, preparing to leave, but Jason pulled her back into his arms. Clutching Sera close, he frowned at me. “Amber, don’t be childish.” But the moment he spoke, I had already dipped my spoon into the soup, taking a small sip of that fatal liquid. Jason’s lips curved in satisfaction, and he gently explained. “This bisque was simmered for over ten hours; the chef here is quite famous.” The next second, Sera’s phone rang. After a few murmured responses, she stood up. “The maternity photos are ready. The photographer asked me to pick them up.” Jason rose with her, taking her hand. “I’ll drive you…” He trailed off, turning to look at me, as if suddenly remembering I was still here. My throat tightened. It was hard to breathe. My whole body felt like it was being roasted over a fire. I wanted to tell Jason I was allergic, that I might die. But when my gaze fell on his hand, tightly clutching Sera’s, I finally shook my head, struggling to squeeze out a few words. “I’m fine.” Jason seemed to be activated by a switch, his steps light as he helped Sera out of the room. While waiting for the elevator, I heard a nurse at the station exclaim. “Bed 826 is showing symptoms of shock! Prepare for immediate resuscitation!” That was my bed number. Through the elevator doors, just as they were closing, I saw Jason seem to glance back. But the last image before I lost consciousness was of him wrapping Sera’s hand in his own, carefully cautioning, “It’s cold outside, be careful not to catch a chill.” 2 Amber POV When I woke up again, I had a hazy sense of having survived a disaster. In the fog of my consciousness, I recalled the first time I met Jason Vance. He was the heir to a powerful East Coast dynasty. I was the adopted daughter of the West Coast Harrison family. Everyone celebrated the business alliance between our two families, but I knew he was originally supposed to marry Sera, his true love. This arranged marriage tore apart that deeply in-love couple, and so, he hated me. After that, the once devoted man became a notorious playboy, seen with celebrities at night, publicly humiliating me. And I could only repeatedly contact the PR department, quietly cleaning up the messes he left behind. Until that time I went to a club, trying to prevent paparazzi from getting compromising photos of him and his latest fling. A drunken Jason suddenly found strength, pinning me against a cold marble wall, his fist slamming inches from my ear. “Amber, aren’t you ashamed?” I simply turned my face away, calmly stating, “You’re drunk. I’ll take you home.” A rare vulnerability spread across his stern brow, his voice hoarse and broken. “She took a check from my mom and went abroad… Amber, no one will ever love me.” My heart went out to him. I pulled out a tissue and offered it, comforting him. “I won’t leave you…” Before I could finish, Jason’s overwhelming kiss silenced me. That kiss ignited a fuse, instantly burning away all of Jason’s reason. I don’t remember how difficult that night was, only that my chin rested on his shoulder as he repeatedly coaxed me to call his name. After that night, Jason stopped his idle ways. Even for business dinners, he would let me know. He bought the best plot of land in the city center and filled it with roses. He said, “Amber, my love for you is like these roses, fervent and eternal.” On Caleb’s wedding day, he prepared lavish gifts and took me back to the West Coast. And it was from that day on that Jason’s possessiveness towards me became exceptionally strong. For various reasons, he forcibly moved his company headquarters to the West Coast, giving the excuse, “The North is too dry, Amber isn’t used to living there.” I felt his affections were becoming obsessive and wanted to talk to him. But I unexpectedly stumbled upon Jason pinning a woman on the sofa, howling like a wronged child. “Why did you abandon me to marry a cripple? Sera, you really are something!” I sank to the floor by the door, my blood instantly freezing. In pain and despair, I immediately wanted to contact a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement, but then I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant. I started tracking his whereabouts because Sera and Jason were constantly fighting. As a woman, my heart was already dead; but as a mother, I still wanted to save this family. And he always looked tired. “Stop it, we’re over. I just feel sorry for Sera as a pregnant woman.” Until the last time our two families organized a ski resort trip, and Sera and I both fell down a snowy slope. He used Sera’s pregnancy as an excuse, unhesitatingly picking her up first and rushing to the ambulance. My child, before it could even take shape, left me in the freezing snow. In the hospital room, I questioned him, my voice cracking. “Didn’t you see the blood under me? Didn’t you know…” I never got the chance to tell him about the baby. He just slammed the door and left, impatient. “Amber, don’t make a scene over your period. Do you know Sera almost lost her child because of you?” So… he thought I was responsible for us falling from that snowy mountain? I knew that no matter how I argued, Jason would never believe me again. Thankfully, I no longer had any lingering attachment to him either. A notification sound from my bedside jolted me out of my memories. I swiped open the screen. It was a processing reminder from my lawyer. “Ms. Harrison, your divorce proceedings with Mr. Vance have entered the final stage. If termination is not applied for within one month, the divorce papers will be ready. Wishing you a pleasant life.” A clear tear slipped from the corner of my eye. Five years of arranged marriage were finally coming to an end. 3 Amber POV Jason canceled all his work and stayed by my side in the hospital. He would drive for hours to buy my favorite French desserts. He would peel oranges perfectly clean, even personally feeding me. And my response to him was always a lukewarm “thank you.” After being discharged, Jason and I returned to the West Coast on his private jet. Our home was right next to the Harrison family estate. At the housewarming party, he presented himself as a model husband to the media. “I was concerned my wife would feel homesick, so I chose this property.” The media lauded him as a doting husband, unaware that directly opposite his study was the guest room where Sera was temporarily staying. I wondered if he was worried about me being homesick, or if he couldn’t bear to be far from Sera next door. As soon as we got home, the house staff began brewing tea. When serving, one of them accidentally spilled tea on documents on the table. The staff member repeatedly apologized to me. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am, it wasn’t intentional.” I casually tossed the soaked documents into the trash can. “It’s nothing important, don’t worry.” But Jason, who usually had a strong aversion to messes, took them out of the bin and carefully wiped them clean. “Amber, these are the baby room design drawings you personally created. I was just about to give them to the interior design company. How could you just throw them away?” I replied almost subconsciously, “No need anymore.” Jason grabbed my wrist, a hint of annoyance in his grip. “It was thoughtless of me to accompany Sera to New York on our anniversary. You don’t need to be childish about the baby issue.” I wanted to say I wasn’t being childish, that we would soon no longer be husband and wife, and I wouldn’t be having children with him. But before I could, Jason’s phone rang. That familiar, delicate female voice came through. “Jason, I think I’m being followed…” “Send me your location. Try to go somewhere crowded.” I watched Jason grab his keys and rush out the door. In the end, I swallowed the words I wanted to say. I pushed open the nursery door and started clearing out everything I’d once prepared for a new life. The tiny clothes. The toys. All of it went into the trash. After I threw out the last box, the night wind swept bits of snow across my face. The heart that had once anticipated that new life finally fell silent. The moment I turned, a sack was violently pulled over my head! Before I could even struggle, a sharp pain shot through the back of my neck. My vision went black, and I completely lost consciousness. When I awoke again, I found myself still inside the sack, my hands tied behind my back, my mouth tightly gagged with cloth. Behind me, a man’s rough voice reported. “Mr. Vance, this is the one who hired us to abduct Ms. Thompson and threatened to kill the child in her belly.” Another man added, “Yes, Mr. Vance, we were just doing it for the money.” My heart suddenly felt empty. Mr. Vance? Was it Jason? Sera’s timid voice spoke up. “Jason, I’m alright, so how about we just let it go…” Jason sneered, his voice laced with a cruelty I had never heard before. “Let it go?” I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine his expression at that moment. “He wants your life and your child’s life. I have to get revenge for you.” “Take him downstairs to the pond. Teach him a lesson.” As his words fell, my heart suddenly trembled. Before I could resist, several men came forward, grabbed me, and dragged me like a dead weight into an ornamental pond filled with broken ice. Bone-chilling cold instantly spread from my toes to my whole body. The more I struggled, the faster I sank. The cold pierced every inch of my skin like needles. I lifted my head, trying to surface for a breath, but as soon as I took one, I was pressed back into the water. This was repeated several times. The air in my lungs dwindled, replaced by an intense feeling of suffocation. I coughed violently, water mixed with blood spraying from my lungs. Eventually, I had no strength left to struggle. Sera, standing nearby, feigned concern, calling for them to stop. “Enough, he’s barely breathing.” “That’s not enough,” Jason’s voice echoed from above. Next, I felt a leather shoe stomp heavily on my fingers. He was grinding them with force. “I want to make sure he can never harm anyone again.” With that, he kicked me hard in the stomach-exactly where I had just had surgery. Before I could recover, my whole body slipped back into the cold pond. Sharp objects at the bottom of the pond cut through the sack. Through the tear, I struggled, trying to surface. Sera, looking directly at me, flashed a fleeting, mocking smile, then conveniently collapsed into Jason’s arms. “Jason, I feel a bit unwell…” Jason immediately turned and held Sera in his arms, his voice becoming extremely gentle. “It’s alright. Are you scared? I’ll take you to the hospital.” With that, he picked up Sera and waved his hand at the men behind him. “No one bother with that worthless one in the water.” Through the torn sack, I saw Jason’s resolute back as he walked away. It took countless attempts, but I finally managed to crawl out of the pond. I dragged myself to a stone by the water’s edge and, enduring the searing pain in my abdomen, managed to saw through the ropes. I then found my phone, which had fallen in the grass nearby. I slid open the screen. It was a message from Jason: I have work tonight. Get some rest. 4 Amber POV Staring at the screen, I suddenly laughed, tears streaming down my face. His so-called “work” was to vent anger for Sera, pushing me into icy water again and again, almost drowning me, then spending the entire night by Sera’s side, caring for her? My knuckles clutching the phone turned white. Finally, I dialed 91

    After the ambulance arrived at the hospital, I lay on a cold gurney, but no doctor came to see me. I clearly felt excruciating, knife-like pain in my abdomen, and my limbs gradually became cold and numb. Out of survival instinct, I grabbed a passing nurse. “When will the doctor be here?” “All the emergency doctors have been called by Mr. Vance to see Ms. Thompson. You’ll probably have to wait a while.” The nurse, seeing my pathetic state, suggested, “Or do you have any relatives? You could ask them to arrange a transfer to another hospital.” I slid through my contacts with trembling fingers, my gaze lingering on “Caleb” for a moment before I finally dialed. There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Then I spoke first. “Caleb, can you find me a doctor?” As expected, Caleb’s tone was utterly cold. “Now you know to come to me?” Then, his clear, distant voice spoke again. “Amber, I hope you understand that from the day you insisted on marrying Jason, I no longer considered you my sister.” The nurse couldn’t bear to listen. She took the phone and tried to persuade him. “Sir, this lady is in critical condition and needs immediate surgery, otherwise her life is in danger.” But after hearing this, Caleb’s tone remained unwavering. “This is all her own doing.” The call ended with a busy signal, and my heart completely gave up hope. Back then, to repay the Harrison family for adopting me, I disregarded Caleb’s objections and entered into an arranged marriage with the Vance family, consolidating our family interests. But on my wedding day, Caleb had an accident on his way back from abroad and was saved by Sera. To repay Sera, he gave her extremely high status and wealth. However, after that accident, he completely ignored me, even hated me. He believed that if I hadn’t insisted on the arranged marriage, he wouldn’t have had that accident, so even if I died outside, it would be my own fault. I don’t know how much time passed. My consciousness was already fading. The blinding light of the operating lamp finally appeared, and then I slipped into darkness. Dimly, I heard the doctor say, “Excessive blood loss. Previous uterine damage has re-ruptured. A total hysterectomy must be performed…” The surgery finished by midnight. When the anesthesia wore off, a dull, hollow ache pulsed in my abdomen. That night, I submitted an application to a mentor at the Royal Swiss Dance Academy, enclosing my final choreography. Soon after, a reply arrived. “I have reviewed your application. We are delighted you’ve chosen to join us.” During my recovery after the surgery, I became unusually quiet. My body was healing, but something inside me had gone permanently empty. My best friend, Chloe Davis, came to visit. After waiting a long time without seeing Jason, she pulled out her phone. “Amber, where did your busy husband run off to?” I quickly stopped Chloe’s hand before she could dial. “He’s busy with work. This isn’t a big deal.” “Not a big deal?” Chloe looked at me, exasperated. “Amber, you can’t have children anymore. Isn’t that a big deal? And he still has time for work?” “Chloe, I’m leaving the country.” In Chloe’s astonished gaze, I calmly continued. “He and I are getting divorced soon.” “Divorce?!” Chloe seemed to have never imagined that word would be associated with me, as to outsiders, Jason had long seemed deeply in love with me. Seeing I didn’t want to say more, she didn’t press, leaving to buy me lunch. When she returned, her breathing was rapid, clearly very angry. “Amber, do you know what I heard in the hallway?” She angrily put down the lunchbox. “The nurses said Jason had been with Sera in the next room for a whole week! He even booked the entire floor for her!” I simply smiled, my eyes flickering slightly, a tacit admission. Chloe hugged me tightly, sticking up for me. “Amber, if it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll go deal with that Sera! She’s too much!” I patted her shoulder, comforting her. “It’s fine, Chloe. I no longer love Jason.” The words had barely left my lips when the hospital room door opened, and a deep male voice came from behind us. “No longer love me?” 5 Amber POV Chloe and I turned simultaneously, seeing Jason in a black trench coat, taking long strides towards us. Chloe, still fuming, was about to rush up and confront him. “How dare you show your face here?” I subtly pulled Chloe back, shaking my head at her, effectively cutting off the conversation. Jason subconsciously clenched his fingers, swallowed a few times, his gaze somewhat evasive. “An employee, also a friend, from the company is hospitalized. I just stopped by on my way.” He quickly composed himself, walked over, and took my hand, asking with concern, “You were perfectly fine. Why are you in the gynecology ward?” A bitter taste formed at the corner of my mouth. I desperately wanted to tell him that all these injuries were thanks to that night’s “punishment.” But I didn’t want Chloe to worry, so I held back. “My period is a bit irregular. The doctor suggested IV drip observation. I’ll be discharged this afternoon.” Jason’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed, his thin lips moving. “Then I’ll pick you up and take you home tonight.” But that night, as the moon rose high in the sky, Jason was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I found traces of him on Sera’s Instagram. There was a post showing splendid fireworks outside a floor-to-ceiling window. In the glass reflection, I could clearly see the silhouette of a man embracing her from behind. The caption read: “Even though I’ve lost a lot, there’s still someone who treasures me.” I knew this was probably an Instagram post visible only to me. But now, I just expressionlessly hit like. I took an Uber home and started packing up the items I’d carefully collected over the past five years, the couple’s mugs, the cheap gifts he’d given me, into cardboard boxes. The custom-made couple’s phone charms had long gathered dust. But when I flipped over Jason’s old phone case, I found a movie ticket stub tucked behind it. On the back, in his forceful handwriting, were the words: “Now, watching a movie with you is stolen happiness.” The date was precisely the day he had accompanied Sera to New York. That morning, I contacted a used item recycling company to pick things up. Just as I finished loading the last box onto the truck, the main door suddenly opened. I looked up, my gaze directly meeting Jason’s deep eyes. He frowned, looking at the boxes on the truck. “Is there so much trash to throw away at home?” I nodded, my voice flat. “They’re all useless things, just taking up space.” The driver, seeing the situation, took an exquisite silver box from the truck and handed it to me. “Ms. Harrison, this looks quite valuable. Did you put it in by mistake?” Before I could reply, Jason snatched the box. He opened it, and his whole body stiffened. “Isn’t this… the silver amulet you wished for by that fountain when we traveled abroad? It was for our future child.” I looked at the oxidized and blackened silver ornament. I thought for a long time, truly feeling nothing, but still politely said, “I’m sorry, I forgot.” Jason’s face instantly darkened, his voice a little rushed. “You said then that this was the most effective charm, that I absolutely had to wear it. Later, you said we should put it away for the baby…” I calmly forced out a regretful smile. “I was foolish before. I won’t believe in such superstitious things anymore.” Jason probably thought I was still angry about his missing our appointment last night. He suppressed the emotions in his eyes and pulled a velvet jewelry box from his pocket. “Amber, I was just too busy and lost track of time last night.” He opened the box, took out the pink diamond necklace inside, and, without asking, put it around my neck. “This is the style you always wanted. Don’t be angry anymore.” I glanced down at it. It was the same style Sera had posted on Instagram yesterday. Perhaps it was a free gift with purchase. He didn’t give me a chance to refuse. He then handed me a haute couture dress, his voice carrying a hint of appeasement as if giving charity. “Stop making a scene. Change your clothes. There’s a celebration tonight for Sera’s discharge from the hospital. You come too.” 6 Amber POV I didn’t want to get entangled with him, nor did I want to explain, especially since in half a month, we would be legally unrelated. At the banquet, guests in formal attire chatted and laughed, glasses clinked, creating a lively and luxurious scene. I wore the dress he had chosen, adorned with the jewelry he had “given” me, like an exquisite puppet, standing by his side. Until someone whispered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear. “Look at that pink diamond Amber is wearing. Isn’t it exactly like Sera’s? But I heard Sera’s is the main piece, and hers… looks like a bundled accessory.” Before leaving this circle, I didn’t want to cause trouble, but that didn’t mean I had to endure this humiliation. I raised my hand, tore off the necklace from my neck, and casually made to throw it into the champagne tower’s waste bin nearby. But my wrist was suddenly grabbed by Sera. Her eyes filled with tears, looking pathetic and vulnerable. “Amber, did I do something wrong to upset you? Jason specially picked this necklace for you.” Chloe was also there. She couldn’t stand it and rushed over, shielding me behind her. “It’s none of your business if she throws away trash! Are you deliberately picking a fight?” The commotion attracted many onlookers, and the chatter grew louder. Someone in the crowd quietly scoffed. “Her? I heard she was a wild child from an orphanage, only got a good life after being adopted by the Harrison family. She’s still uncultured at heart.” Chloe trembled with anger, loudly retorting, “The Harrison family may have adopted her, but my Amber finished university on a full scholarship! All her excellence was earned through her own hard work! She’s not some good-for-nothing dependent on men!” Ten years ago, Caleb was being hunted by enemies. I saved him by hiding with him in a hidden underground passage. After that, he brought me out of the foster care system. But in these years at the Harrison family, I never dared to relax, even practicing dance with a high fever, just to not disgrace the Harrison family. Yet no matter how hard I tried, people only ever remembered me by the label “Harrison family’s adopted daughter.” Caleb and Jason heard the commotion and walked over, frowning. “What’s going on?!” Sera lowered her head, looking pitiful like a frightened deer. “It’s my incompetence that has made Ms. Harrison and her friends laugh at me.” “I came from an ordinary family, so of course I can’t compare to Ms. Harrison’ nobility.” With that, she made to unfasten the necklace from her neck. “This necklace is more suitable for Ms. Harrison anyway.” Jason stepped forward and held her hand, his tone undeniable. “If it’s for you, wear it; there’s no need to take it off.” Caleb also gave me a cold glance, then turned to comfort Sera. “What nobility does she have? She’s just an orphan our family sponsored. You saved my life. I won’t allow you to be so humble in front of her.” A busybody girl nearby suggested, “I heard Ms. Harrison once won a gold medal in international ice ballet. None of us have seen it. Why don’t we ask Ms. Harrison to perform a piece to liven things up?” Hearing this, Sera shed a few more tears, further highlighting my “arrogance” and “unpopularity.” Caleb sneered, looking at me with icy eyes. “Since you’re so pure and look down on this necklace, tonight, to celebrate Sera’s discharge, you can perform some ice ballet for everyone, as an apology.” I looked at him in disbelief. This was an outdoor banquet. For aesthetic effect, an artificial ice rink had been laid in the garden, but it hadn’t been professionally polished. I wanted to refuse, wanted to turn and leave. But Caleb’s bodyguards immediately surrounded me. Caleb sternly threatened, “If you dare to leave now, I will immediately freeze all your funds in the Harrison family and make it impossible for you to move an inch in my industry.” To ensure my smooth departure from the country, and to avoid any visa issues, I endured it. I was “escorted” onto that rough, cold ice surface. Even through my dance shoes, the cold pierced my feet like needles. I was forced to dance. With every spin, every jump, the wound in my abdomen throbbed with a tearing, dull pain. The cold air choked my windpipe, carrying a metallic taste of blood. I felt like a circus animal being watched, surrounded by mocking glances. Chloe tried to rush up and pull me away, but she was firmly stopped by several bodyguards. Mid-performance, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through my right toes. I staggered and looked down. Through the clear ice, I clearly saw several iron nails frozen beneath, their points facing upwards. That last step had pierced right through the ice. I fell heavily onto the ice. Blood instantly stained my skirt and merged with the icy water. Sera, at that moment, flashed a fleeting, malicious and triumphant smile at me. So, all of this was planned by her! “Ah… my stomach hurts so much…” Sera suddenly clutched her abdomen, her face contorted in pain as she collapsed into Jason’s arms. Everyone’s attention instantly shifted to Sera. No one noticed my dance shoe, already stained red with blood. The family doctor was urgently called. He nervously asked Sera, “What did you eat tonight?” Sera pointed weakly at me, still kneeling on the ice. “I only drank the juice Amber handed me…” Caleb’s face instantly darkened. His gaze toward me was murderous. “Amber, you are incorrigible! Let her kneel there! Kneel until she understands her mistake!” Jason didn’t utter a word in my defense. He bent down, picked up Sera, and left with a cold reprimand. “Amber, you disappoint me too much.” Someone pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel upright. My knees slammed heavily onto the ice. Then came the excruciating pain of more small nails piercing my flesh. I bit my lip and said nothing, watching their backs as they clustered around Sera and walked away.

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  • Love Is Only Ash

    “Stella’s back.” Julian Hayes strode past without a glance. She’d saved him once. Left with trauma, fragile as glass. Every time her love life failed, she came running back. And every time, Julian blamed me. Said my place as “Mrs. Hayes” triggered her. So I’d vanish. Give up our bedroom so he could hold his broken angel. When she left, he’d call me home. Five years. No more, no less. Eighteen times. But Julian, I will never love you again. Audrey’s POV “Dad, I want a divorce.” I held the phone, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll get the immigration paperwork done as soon as possible. I’m serious this time.” My father’s voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of relief. “My dear, you’ve finally come to your senses. I’ll handle the rest. You’ll be out of there within a month.” I hung up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, expressionless. The doorbell rang. I opened the door. Julian Hayes stood there, his face etched with his usual thinly veiled impatience. “Stella’s back.” He strode into the entryway without even glancing at me. He walked straight to the walk-in closet and pulled out the suitcase I’d already packed. “You know her mental state. She can’t handle any stress.” Of course, I knew. Stella had once saved his life, and supposedly, it left her with severe psychological trauma and extreme emotional instability. Since then, every time she hit a wall with some awful guy, she’d come running back to Julian for shelter. Julian stubbornly insisted that my status as “Mrs. Hayes” was the biggest trigger for Stella. In his mind, as long as I stayed in this house, Stella would feel like a third party. And that would only make her condition worse. So, every time Stella returned, I had to disappear like a ghost, vacating our master bedroom so he could comfort his fragile angel. Once Stella left, he’d have me come back. In five years, no more, no less, exactly eighteen times. Today marked the nineteenth. “She’ll stay at our place first,” he said, setting the suitcase down on the living room rug. “I can’t let her have an episode out of guilt. I’ve already had my assistant, Karl, book you a suite at the Four Seasons.” I looked at the familiar suitcase, saying nothing, just silently beginning to pack my personal belongings. This unusual calm compliance seemed to surprise him more than any hysterical crying fit would have. He frowned, loosening his expensive silk tie, and stared at me suspiciously. “Audrey, why are you so cooperative today? What are you up to?” It was no wonder he was suspicious. After all, I wasn’t always willing to be his doormat. The first time, I cried and blocked his way, begging him not to make me leave. He just coldly pushed me aside. The fifth time, I shredded all his custom shirts. I threatened him that if he dared to make me leave, he wouldn’t be able to walk out of the house looking presentable. He just glanced at them coldly and had the bodyguards “escort” me out. The next day, the closet was filled with new season clothes. By the tenth time, I no longer resisted, just cried silently. He came over then, patted my head as if I were a pet, and said, “Now you’re being a good girl.” And the eighteenth time, just last month, I could even smile as I helped him pick out the suit he would wear to see Stella. I looked up at him, shaking my head calmly. “I just think… this whole situation is pointless.” Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and his impatience instantly transformed into tension and tenderness. It was Stella. He didn’t avoid me, directly putting it on speaker. “Julian, this floor is so quiet. I’m all alone in the hotel. I’m scared. When are you coming to get me?” Stella’s voice trembled, pitiful as ever. “Don’t be scared. I’ll come as soon as I’m done here,” Julian cooed softly. “I had Karl order you a diamond bracelet, a welcome back gift. It’s already in your room.” Stella’s voice lifted with surprise. “Is it that Van Cleef & Arpels one we saw in Paris last time?” “Yeah.” My hands, mid-fold, stiffened in the air. Last week, I’d spread that Parisian fashion magazine in front of him, pointing to that very bracelet and joking, “It’s so beautiful.” He had chuckled then, playfully tapping my nose, saying, “Noted.” Turns out, he did note it, but not for me. Julian hung up and looked at me, his eyes full of warning. “One hour. I’m going to pick her up. You better be gone by the time I get back.” Seeing no reaction from me, he even reached out and touched my face with a hint of pity, his voice softening. “Be good. Stella never stays long. I’ll pick you up once she’s gone.” With that, he turned and strode away, without a backward glance. I sat alone in the empty living room, not moving immediately. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. The call connected, and a professional, steady voice answered from the other end. “Hello, Mrs. Hayes.” Watching the city’s bustling skyline outside the window, my voice was calm and even. “Mr. Harrison, it’s Audrey.” “Please start preparing the asset division and divorce agreement.” I didn’t go to the Four Seasons Hotel he booked. Instead, I took a taxi to a small apartment I owned before we got married. It was the only place in this city that truly felt like my sanctuary. For the next three days, Julian didn’t call once. I was glad for the peace and quiet. On the fourth night, I habitually scrolled through Instagram. A jarring photo flashed across my screen. Stella had posted it. In the picture, Stella was wearing my silk robe, sitting on the wool rug in our marital home’s living room, holding a steaming mug of latte. Julian was on the sofa behind her, looking down at some documents, his profile appearing unusually soft in the warm glow of the floor lamp. The caption read: “With you, all my anxiety disappears.” I stared at that photo for a long time. That robe was my favorite; my initials were embroidered on the cuffs. I had left it in the closet when I moved out. That woman not only occupied my home, my husband, but also casually took my personal belongings. In the comments section below, many of our mutual acquaintances had left messages. “Is this the official announcement on Instagram?” “Has Julian finally come to his senses?” Julian neither liked the post nor replied. But I knew his silence was implicit consent. I turned off my phone screen. My expressionless face reflected in the black glass.

    Audrey’s POV I stayed up all night after seeing that Instagram post. These five years of hellish nightmare had taught me one thing: any hysterical questioning would only end up as amusement for them and humiliation for myself. The next afternoon, I went to a boutique affiliated with a high-end auction house. When my father was still back home, he loved collecting crystal glassware. Since I had decided to leave for good, I wanted to buy him a decent gift. As I paused at the boutique entrance, a familiar black Maybach pulled up not far away. The car door opened, and Julian stepped out, helping Stella down. Stella looked pale, appearing frail and on the verge of collapsing even in the sunlight. When she saw me, she first froze, then timidly hid behind Julian like a startled fawn. Julian immediately pulled her close, then looked up at me, his eyes filled with displeasure and wariness. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t answer, just quietly watched them. Stella’s voice was soft and gentle. “Julian, don’t blame Audrey. She surely didn’t mean to follow us.” Julian’s face darkened even more. “Audrey, I warned you, don’t harass Stella again.” I finally spoke, my voice as calm as if I were talking to a stranger. “I’m just here to buy something.” I walked past them, trying to enter the store. But Stella suddenly tugged at Julian’s sleeve, pointing at the shopping catalog I had just picked up. “Audrey, what were you looking at?” she asked curiously. Before I could answer, she took it upon herself to pick up the gift box I’d been eyeing from the display shelf-a vintage crystal whiskey decanter set. “Wow, what beautiful crystal glasses.” Stella’s eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something, looking at Julian, her voice laced with a hint of a playful plea. “Julian, I remember your father also likes whiskey. Shall we buy this for him?” Julian’s father, the man who’d passed his family business down to him, indeed enjoyed whiskey. Julian looked at me, his tone brooking no argument. “Let Stella have this set.” I stared at him, unmoving, showing no intention of backing down. Seeing this, Stella immediately pushed the decanter set back into my hands, her eyes instantly reddening. “I’m sorry, Audrey, I didn’t know you liked it too. Julian, don’t force her. We can just look for something else… it’s all my fault.” The more “sensible” she acted, the more petty and unreasonable I appeared. Julian directly snatched the gift box from my hands and put it back into Stella’s arms. “Keep it,” he told Stella, then turned to me, his gaze cold. “Audrey, there are plenty of glasses like this. Go pick something else.” With that, he put his arm around Stella and walked away, leaving me with a resolute back. That night, Julian actually came to my apartment unprompted. He brought my favorite French dessert, and his tone was uncharacteristically gentle. “Audrey, I’m sorry about what happened today.” He launched into that familiar, nauseating explanation. “As long as we’re legally married, Stella will never be able to hold her head high around you. She always feels like a third party, and that’s very bad for her recovery.” He paused, then laid out his plan. “Let’s get a divorce. A legal one, but just on paper, just for show. Once Stella goes to Switzerland for treatment next month, we’ll remarry immediately. I promise.” I lowered my head, looking at the exquisite, expensive dessert, saying nothing. I was racking my brain for a good reason to suggest a divorce, and unexpectedly, he practically handed me the perfect escape route. I was silent for a long time. Long enough for Julian to start impatiently checking his watch. Finally, I looked up at him, my face a mask of perfect compliance. I said softly, “Okay.” “Whatever you say.”

    Audrey’s POV The next morning, Julian’s private driver was waiting promptly downstairs for me. The VIP process at the courthouse went quickly. When he received the divorce certificate, Julian didn’t even glance at it, casually stuffing it into his suit pocket. He put his arm around my shoulder as usual, his voice as tender as if we had just gotten married. “We’ll remarry next month, once Stella goes abroad.” I lowered my head and softly hummed in agreement. I could feel a few glances lingering on us, probably wondering why this newly divorced couple was still so intimate. Julian seemed pleased with my attitude. We parted ways at the courthouse entrance. I took a taxi alone back to my apartment. Over the next few days, my father occasionally sent encrypted emails, concise and to the point. “Mr. Harrison has almost finished liquidating your assets back home, no need to worry.” “Offshore accounts and passport are all set. The private jet route has also been approved. You can leave anytime.” I looked at the screen, calculating a specific departure date. After dealing with these, I casually opened Instagram, and immediately, Julian and Stella’s usual public displays of affection popped up. In the morning, Julian personally cooked, making not only brunch but also plating it exquisitely. In the evening, the two went to see that contemporary art exhibition-the one I had begged him for a long time to go to, but he always claimed to be too busy. I scoffed, a self-deprecating smile on my face, and closed the app. Images that once easily pained me now left my heart completely undisturbed. Two days later, I submitted my resignation to the company. I completed all the formalities, returned my access card, cleared my computer, and bid farewell to my colleagues, whose smiles rarely reached their eyes. The moment I stepped out of the towering office building, I felt another thread connecting me to this city snap. That night, Julian sent a FaceTime request. It was the first time he had contacted me since our divorce. I looked at the name on the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, then switched to audio-only. I didn’t want to see his face next to another woman. His displeasure was immediate from the other end. “Why no video?” “Just got out of the shower, no makeup,” I casually brushed him off. Julian chuckled on the other end, his tone smug, clearly thinking I was still the meticulous woman who tried to maintain a perfect image for him. “What look of yours haven’t I seen?” His voice carried an uncomfortable familiarity. I didn’t respond. He probably found it boring, so he changed the subject and asked about my resignation. “You quit? Good. You only got that internship at the company through my connections anyway. There wasn’t much of a future there.” My impatience reached its peak. “Don’t you need to go accompany Stella?” I interrupted him, just wanting to end the conversation quickly. On the other end, Julian fell silent for a moment at my words, then let out a cold laugh. “Audrey, your temper is getting worse.” His voice was full of the arrogance and warning of a man accustomed to power. “Stella isn’t well. If you dare to say anything to upset her, you know the consequences.” I couldn’t even be bothered to argue with him anymore. I just hung up. Two days later was Julian’s birthday. In previous years, no matter how busy I was, I would personally bake him a fondant cake and prepare a table full of his favorite dishes. And he, like a perfect husband, would cancel all business engagements to spend the day only with me. This had been one of the few rituals in our marriage. This year, I hadn’t prepared anything; I had almost forgotten the date. Then my phone rang. It was Dylan, a friend from Julian’s circle. “Audrey, did you and Julian have a fight?” Dylan’s voice was boisterous. “It’s his birthday today, why aren’t you here? Stella, though, she’s here, running around the mansion like the hostess.” I held my phone, my fingertips icy cold. “Oh, really?” “You should come quick, Julian’s had a lot to drink,” Dylan continued, adding fuel to the fire. “If you don’t come soon, your husband might really be snatched away.” I let out a soft laugh, tinged with a bone-chilling coldness. “Dylan, Julian and I are already divorced.” With that, I didn’t bother waiting for his reaction and just hung up. Not long after, Stella posted a series of photos on Instagram. In the pictures, she held a custom cake, smiling sweetly and shyly. Another picture showed Stella playfully smearing cream on Julian’s face, with the caption: “Hope you’re as happy every day as you are today, @JulianHayes.” Julian replied with a simple “Okay.” I exited the social media app and took out a document from my safe. It was the title deed for a commercial property I owned in a prime downtown location. It had been gifted to me upon our marriage. I sent a message to Mr. Harrison, “Mr. Harrison, please anonymously list this asset for sale. A lower price is fine; I need cash, as quickly as possible.” Then, I pulled out the dusty box from under the bed and took out a heavy wedding photo album. In every picture in the album, I smiled so brightly. Back then, I naively thought I was the happiest woman in the world. I turned to the third page. In the photo, Julian, with a rare gentle smile, was bending down to adjust my veil. I pulled out my lighter. A pale blue flame lit up a corner of the photo. I watched it hungrily consume the image, then tore off the half-burnt piece. Ashy black scraps fluttered onto the desk. I scooped up the remnants, walked into the bathroom, and flushed them all down the toilet. I pressed the flush button. Watching the swirling water carry everything away, I closed the album and put it back in its place. I looked at my empty hands and whispered to myself, “This is it.” The day this wedding album was completely burned, everything between us would truly be over.

    Audrey’s POV When my friend Chloe came to see me, she brought the latest gossip from our circle. “Did you hear? Julian and Stella had a huge fight at his birthday party. They say she scratched his face.” Chloe scrolled through her phone, gloating. “Apparently, the trigger was because you didn’t go.” I was wearing a face mask and didn’t even lift an eyelid. “They’ll always make up,” I mumbled, my voice muffled. “I’m always just a pawn in their toxic love story, aren’t I?” Chloe thought about it, decided I had a point, cursed “those two psychopaths,” and tore open a bag of chips. From then on, Julian started contacting me relentlessly. Calls, texts, they flooded in like a bombardment. At first, it was questioning. “What do you mean? Why aren’t you answering?” Later, it was commands. “Reply to my message now. Don’t make me lose my temper.” I blocked his number and didn’t answer any unknown calls. My life lately was full and busy. Shopping sprees, spa treatments, visiting the latest art exhibitions, planning global travel routes. Julian was completely shut out of my new life. One day, Chloe and I were shopping at the mall. I paused in front of a men’s coat at a luxury brand store. It was Julian’s style. For a moment, I lost myself in thought. I remembered one winter, even though I was an heiress, I foolishly stood in line for five hours outside the boutique to buy him a limited edition coat. That was when he was still an arrogant, struggling student. When he received it, he just glanced at it indifferently. Later, Stella came over and casually remarked that the coat’s color was too old-fashioned. It didn’t suit Julian. The next day, I saw that coat on his driver. I stood there, a dull, tearing pain in my chest. Now, thinking about it, my heart no longer hurt. Even that last bit of lingering warmth had completely faded. “What are you looking at? Still thinking of buying something for that jerk?” Chloe leaned in, her face wary. “No.” I pulled my gaze away, taking her hand and walking forward, my voice light. “This coat isn’t good enough for my future man.” His phone and text barrage failed, so Julian resorted to other means. He sent messages through mutual friends, saying he wanted to meet me to talk. He had Karl contact Chloe, but Chloe just cursed him out. “You tell Julian to go away! Don’t bother Audrey!” That night, Chloe answered a call, then stormed into my room, her face ashen. “Audrey, that bastard Julian, he sent people to harass your parents! He’s checking the movements of your family’s trust fund!” My face instantly darkened. My relationship with my parents had hit rock bottom because of Julian, but that didn’t mean he could cross my line. I walked onto the balcony and pulled out the second photo from the wedding album. The lighter’s flame flickered again, illuminating the night. “You don’t deserve to, and you have no right to disturb my family. Neither in the past, nor now.” I watched the photo turn to ash, my voice cold. “Julian, this is the second time.” Afterward, I took a taxi to our old university. The campus was quiet at night. I walked to the artificial lake and sat on a bench for a long time. This was where I had fallen in love with Julian at first sight. That year, during freshman orientation, he spoke on stage as an outstanding student representative, in a white shirt and black pants, aloof and radiant, showing no hint of his modest background at the time. I sat in the audience. In that instant, I was completely captivated. I took out a faded, yellowed old photograph from my wallet-one I had secretly taken back then. In the photo, Julian was holding a basketball, his forehead glistening with sweat, catching his breath. That was the best image of the boy I remembered. I looked at it for a long time. Then I tore it into countless pieces. I raised my hand and scattered all the fragments into the dark lake water. I stood up and walked away. This time, I didn’t look back.

    Audrey’s POV The day before I was due to leave the country, Julian called from an unknown number. I hesitated, but answered. “Audrey.” It was his voice, sounding more tired and hoarse than I had ever heard it. My finger hovered over the hang-up button. “Don’t hang up,” he said urgently, with a hint of pleading in his voice. “Can we just meet, just once? Please?” I remained silent. “I’ve booked VIP tickets for tomorrow’s concert. Haven’t you always wanted to see that band? I’ll go with you.” His voice sounded so sincere, as if we were back in our dating days. I really did want to go. Not for him, but for myself. I wanted to witness firsthand how the last bit of my hope died. I wanted to put a definitive end to my foolish, self-destructive devotion of the past seven years. “Audrey, are you crazy?!” Chloe jumped up from the sofa after hearing my decision. “He’s got bad intentions! He just wants to reel you back in! Nineteen times, haven’t you learned your lesson?” “Chloe,” I looked at her, my eyes calm and firm. “I’m not going for him. I’m going for myself. I need this.” Chloe looked at me, finally giving in. “Fine, go,” she said through gritted teeth. “But you remember this: this is the last time! If he dares to pull any more stunts, I swear I’ll make sure someone breaks his damn legs!” I took out the wedding album, flipping to the next page; these were the last few photos. I pulled out my lighter. Chloe sat beside me, watching the flames consume the photo of her radiant smile. “I agreed to meet, not because I forgive him, but to put an end to this,” my voice was a little shaky in the flickering light. The ashes fell into the trash can, mixing with fruit peels and paper scraps. The once sacred marriage contract was now no more than trash. I called Julian back. “Okay, I agree. Tomorrow evening at six, meet me at the concert entrance.” Julian’s voice on the other end held obvious relief. He said everything was arranged, just waiting for me.

    Audrey’s POV On the night of the concert, the venue was bustling with people outside. I stood alone at the VIP entrance, feeling completely out of place. I arrived fifteen minutes early. At exactly six o’clock, Julian didn’t show. At six fifteen, the concert was about to start. The crowd at the ticket gate had thinned out. He still hadn’t appeared. I wasn’t surprised, but a sliver of disappointment still crept into my heart. Originally, I had wanted to say a proper goodbye. My phone vibrated. Julian sent a voice message; the background noise was chaotic. “I’m sorry, Audrey.” His voice was full of apology. “Stella had a bit of a hyperventilation attack, she’s not feeling well, I…” The voice message cut off there. A few seconds later, a second voice message came through. “Just go in by yourself. We’ll have countless anniversaries in the future. Stella will be gone in a few days, and then I’ll accompany you no matter what you want to do, okay?” His tone was apologetic, perfectly smooth, as if I were the one who would be unreasonable if I didn’t understand. I turned off my phone. Just then, the main stage lights suddenly flared, and the headlining band’s guitar intro roared through the sky, instantly igniting the atmosphere. As the intro began, tens of thousands of people across the venue started waving their arms to the rhythm and singing loudly in unison. “In this very moment, I found love…” A tidal wave of voices swept over the crowd. I smiled. I took a photo and a lighter from my bag. It was the last group photo I had purposely torn from the album before leaving the house. I walked to a sheltered corner outside the venue and crouched down. The lighter’s flame sparked. My heart was surprisingly calm. Using the song of my favorite band to accompany his betrayal, somehow, it felt fitting. Watching the photo turn to ash, I scanned my ticket and entered the venue alone. I stood in the crowd and listened to the entire headlining set of the music festival. A complete ending for my dead youth, for my extinguished obsession. Julian Hayes, I will never love you again.

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  • Her Death in My Bed

    Marcus’s wife died in my bed. To atone for my sins, my wife Russell divorced me and married Marcus instead. My company and all my shares were seized by Marcus. And I was sent to a mental institution by my family. Years later, my family drove to pick me up. Russell carefully draped a coat over my shoulders, looking at me with heartache. “Alex, it’s all in the past now.” My sister Mary comforted me too: “We’re still family from now on.” But I couldn’t hear what they were saying, couldn’t respond. The daily electric shock treatments at the mental institution had left me with tinnitus. And back then, to fabricate evidence, they’d shattered my jaw. I could barely speak clearly anymore. Now, no one knows that Marcus is the real murderer. I slowly raised my hand and wiped the filthy blood from my eyes. I didn’t make a scene or even look at them. I just turned and walked toward the edge of the crowd. “Alex?” Mary’s voice called from behind me. “Where are you going?” Russell quickly stepped forward to block my path, her brow furrowed. “Alex, we’re here to take you home. Don’t throw a tantrum.” I stopped and finally looked up at them. “Home? Which home? Mary, didn’t you already give all my assets and shares to Marcus? Do I even have a home anymore?” Mary’s face instantly stiffened. Looking at Russell, who was still gripping my hand, I continued: “Oh, I forgot to mention—congratulations to you and Marcus. Next time you get married, there’s no need to sneak around. You two had your affair right in front of me, so why bother caring what anyone thinks about a wedding?” “Alex!” Russell’s expression darkened. “Do you have to talk like this?” Mary exploded in anger, reaching out to grab me. “Alex, what kind of attitude is this! We’ve done so much for you, and this is how you repay us?” During the scuffle, a woman charged over and tried to slap me: “You bastard! How dare you treat Marcus’s sister and wife like this! I’ll beat you to death!” Turned out she was one of Marcus’s fans. Russell and Mary held back the crazed fan. Russell frowned at me, saying helplessly: “Alex, look at yourself. Do you have to escalate things like this? Can’t you just talk civilly?” Talk civilly? I looked at them and found it laughable. “I’m escalating things? What did I do wrong from start to finish? He’s the murderer! You favored him, threw me into a mental institution without asking questions, and destroyed my life! And now you expect me to forgive you murderers?” “Shut up!” Mary hissed. “Marcus is so kind-hearted, and you’re still slandering him!” “You were clearly jealous of him, which is why you killed his wife Vivian. We only sent you to the mental institution for treatment instead of prison—that was the greatest mercy we could show you!” Russell sighed. “Alex, calm down. I know you feel wronged. But my marrying Marcus was really just a temporary measure.” “He developed severe depression after Vivian’s death. I stayed by his side to take care of him, to atone for your sins!” “Once his illness is completely cured, I’ll remarry you, and then we’ll never be apart again for the rest of our lives!” Slap! I used every ounce of strength I had and struck her hard across the face. Russell’s head snapped to the side, red finger marks rapidly appearing on her cheek. She froze, seeming completely unprepared for me to hit her. After all, I used to treasure her like she was made of glass. I’d never been willing to hurt a single hair on her head. Mary was stunned too. “Alex, have you lost your mind!” I clenched my fists. “Start over?” “Russell, you disgust me.” “Go live your whole life with Marcus. You cheating scum deserve each other! I want no part of it!” Mary’s face turned iron-gray with rage, pointing her finger at my nose. “Alex, I’m giving you one last chance. Right now. Immediately. Kneel down! Apologize to Russell and Marcus! Otherwise, I won’t acknowledge you as my brother anymore! Let’s see how you survive in Detroit then!”

    At that moment, a low-key luxury van quietly pulled up at the edge of the crowd. The door opened. Marcus stepped out gracefully. Cheers erupted from the scene. “Mary, Russell, don’t talk to Alex like that.” When Russell and Mary saw him, they both rushed over. “Marcus, why did you get out of the car? It’s chaotic here, get back inside quickly!” Mary said urgently. “That’s right, you’re a huge star now. It’s dirty and messy here—what if you get hurt?” Russell stretched out her hand to shield him, not letting anyone get close. The careful way they protected him stung my eyes. There was a time when I was protected like that, without hesitation. When I was cornered by some older bullies in the equipment room, Mary had grabbed a mop from the corner and charged at them—one against three—shielding me behind her back. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.” Russell had quietly dealt with all the trouble, even using her family’s connections to bankrupt the other family’s business and force them to move away. Her father had used family punishment on her, leaving whip scars across her back, but she never mentioned a word of it to me. The clearer the memories, the more the present reality felt like an absurd nightmare. Seeing no one paying attention to me, the fan from before joined forces with several others and suddenly rushed at me, grabbing my hair and slamming me hard to the ground. “Rip his face off!” “Murderer, I’m ridding society of evil!” “He deserves it! Beat him to death! People like this don’t deserve to live!” Five years was enough to teach me how to take a beating. I instinctively curled up, protecting the back of my head and my heart. My vision blurred as everything shook. In the corner of my eye, Russell was looking down and saying something to Marcus, her profile showing a gentleness I’d never seen before. Mary was frowning, glancing toward me with disgust. Marcus seemed to have just noticed the violence happening here. He cried out: “Stop!” He held back several fans and reached out to help me up. “Alex, are you okay?” But he squeezed my fractured wrist hard. I groaned in pain. He jerked his hand back as if startled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to help you up.” Mary lifted her foot and kicked hard at my side. I rolled half a turn across the ground from the force, my vision going black. “How long are you going to keep hurting Marcus?” She crouched down and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Act! Keep acting! Marcus barely touched you and you look like you’re dying.” “Are you trying to pull the same trick again? Just like when you stole credit for saving me all those years ago, using this victim act to frame him and destroy the reputation and career he worked so hard for?” “Let me tell you, Alex—Marcus is kind-hearted and worries about these baseless rumors, but I won’t!” My scalp felt like it was being torn apart. “If you dare use those despicable tactics on Marcus again, that mental institution held you for five years, but it can hold you for life! You better remember that clearly!” “Enough!” Russell grabbed Mary’s wrist. “Alex is still your brother, after all.” “Brother? Does he deserve that title?” My sister violently shook off Russell’s hand. “From the moment he abandoned me in that ravine to save himself, running away without looking back, Mary’s only brother has been Marcus.”

    Russell looked at the agitated Mary, then glanced at me, curled up on the ground, nearly unconscious. Finally, she sighed. She took off her coat, covered me with it, then turned and walked toward Marcus. “I’ll take Marcus to the hospital first for a checkup. His face is a bit pale—he might be in shock.” Marcus immediately leaned against her, his voice weak. “Russell, I’m so scared.” “I’ll take you to the hospital right away.” Russell carefully supported him. From start to finish, she never looked back at me once. Mary shot me a disgusted glance and gave orders to the assistant and bodyguards still on scene: “Clean this place up. Don’t let these random people get near Marcus’s car again.” With that, she quickly followed Russell, protecting them as they left. “See, nobody wants him after all.” The fan from earlier crouched down and patted my swollen face. “Weren’t you pretty tough just now? Go ahead and kill me too, murderer!” Another girl crouched down and violently tore off the coat covering me. “You don’t deserve to wear such nice clothes!” “Strip his clothes off—scum like him doesn’t deserve to wear clothes!” Someone shrieked the suggestion, immediately drawing excited agreement from others. My whole body was in agony. I could barely move, could only watch helplessly as several hands roughly tore at my already tattered hospital gown. I tried to struggle, my voice hoarse and weak. But I was slapped hard across the face. The fan pinched my face. “Marcus is kind and won’t hold it against you, but we’re not so forgiving!” “From now on, every word you say, I’ll slap you once.” They dragged me to a relatively secluded corner nearby, then pulled clubs and knives from their bags. “We’re doing this for justice!” My desperate struggles only earned me merciless beatings. A bodyguard nearby, unable to bear watching, picked up his phone to call Mary. “Alex is being targeted by Marcus’s fans right now. What should we—” “You’re reporting such a trivial matter to me?” Mary impatiently cut him off. “Didn’t I tell you just to keep random people away from Marcus’s car? What do other people have to do with me?” Then Russell’s tense voice came through the phone: “Why are you wasting time on irrelevant people? Marcus’s heart rate is a bit fast—go find a doctor now.” Some rustling sounds came through, then Russell’s clear voice: “Keep the scene under control. Don’t let things get too out of hand, and definitely don’t let anyone photograph anything that could hurt Marcus.” “As for the rest, as long as he doesn’t die, it’s fine.” The call was abruptly disconnected. The fans heard the conversation and laughed loudly. “Hear that? As long as he doesn’t die.” “What are we afraid of? With Mary backing us up, we can have as much fun as we want!” They exchanged glances, their mocking laughter becoming even more piercing. The crowd gradually dispersed. No one called an ambulance for me. No one helped me up. I was thrown here like trash. I braced myself against the ground, gritting my teeth, sitting up bit by bit. The last traces of affection in my heart vanished completely. Then I pulled out my phone and sent a text to a number I knew by heart: [I agree to the cooperation. Name your price. I just want them dead!]

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  • A Ride Through the Past

    Working as a sober driver at night, I accidentally picked up a Rolls-Royce ride. The owner turned out to be my ex-boyfriend from seven years ago. Anderson had one arm around a tipsy Judy, the other handing me the car keys. I tugged my baseball cap lower, nervously took the keys, and prayed they wouldn’t recognize me. The car started, and the partition between the front and back seats slowly lowered. Soon, Judy’s languid moans drifted from the backseat. Anderson’s voice was filled with doting affection: “Can’t you even wait for that?” Judy whined, “No, not here. There are no condoms in the car.” “What does it matter?” “What if I get pregnant?” Anderson paused. “Then we’ll have it.” My heart couldn’t help but throb with a dull ache. He’d said those exact words to me seven years ago. And because of that, we had a six-year-old daughter. He just didn’t know it. Even with the partition down, the soundproofing was practically useless. The sounds of their passionate lovemaking assaulted my ears. The veins on the back of my hand, gripping the steering wheel, bulged, but I dared not let my foot tremble on the accelerator. Right now, I was Sober Driver 09, not Marta. For Lester’s medical expenses, I couldn’t afford a complaint. “Anderson, slower…” Judy’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “What, you don’t like it?” Anderson’s voice, deep and raspy, held a predatory edge I’d once known intimately. Only now, that desire was for another woman. “Ugh… Oh, Anderson, the driver up front looks like a woman.” Judy’s words took an abrupt turn, and through the rearview mirror, I could feel two pairs of eyes drilling into my back. “Hm.” Anderson replied indifferently. “Driving sober at this hour, she must be really desperate for money, huh? So pathetic. Not like me, with you spoiling me.” Judy giggled, her tone dripping with superiority. “Focus.” Anderson seemed slightly impatient, or perhaps just aroused. The sounds from the backseat paused for a moment, followed by the crisp click of a lighter. The scent of tobacco drifted through the cracks. “Open the window.” Anderson ordered coldly. I mechanically pressed the window button. The biting November wind immediately rushed in, dispersing the sticky air in the car, and making my eyes sting. “It’s freezing!” Judy shrieked, “Why did you open it so wide? Trying to freeze me to death?” I quickly raised the window halfway. “Sorry.” I kept my voice low, trying to alter my tone. “Is anyone allowed to drive a Rolls-Royce these days? Her driving is awful; the way she started made me dizzy.” Judy complained, snuggling deeper into Anderson’s embrace. “Anderson, I’m so dizzy, I feel like throwing up.” “Hold it in.” Anderson’s voice betrayed no emotion. “Pull over up ahead, I want to buy a bottle of water.” Judy whined. “You can’t stop here, you’ll get a ticket.” I explained. “I’ll pay the fine. Anderson, look at her!” Judy was relentless, her tone spoiled and willful. “Listen to her.” Anderson uttered three cold words. I gritted my teeth, flicked on the turn signal, and slowly pulled over to the emergency lane. The car had barely stopped when Judy announced, “Suddenly I’m not thirsty anymore. Let’s go.” I froze for a moment, then restarted the car. “Wait.” Judy suddenly rolled down the window and poured the half-empty bottle of mineral water directly outside. “This water’s been sitting too long, it’s not fresh. Driver, get out and throw the bottle away for me.” Rain poured outside, turning the ground beyond the emergency lane into a muddy mess. I looked at her delicate but cruel face in the rearview mirror, and didn’t move. “What? Too dirty? Is a hundred bucks not enough?” Judy pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her purse, holding it between two fingers, and handed it through the partition gap. Anderson hadn’t said a word, only watching me coldly through the rearview mirror. I took a deep breath and pushed open the car door. The rain instantly soaked my clothes. I picked up the empty bottle from the ground, threw it into a distant trash can, then ran back to the car. Soaked to the bone, the warm air blasting inside the car hit me with a jarring mix of cold and heat, making me shiver. “So slow.” Judy frowned in disgust. “Turn up the AC.” I silently increased the temperature and started the car. “Anderson, doesn’t she look like a drowned rat?” Judy leaned into Anderson’s arms, cackling. Anderson didn’t laugh, only said blandly: “No.” My heart eased slightly, but then I heard him add: “Dogs are more obedient than her.”

    The car finally stopped at the SKY Hill Estate. This was the most expensive wealthy neighborhood in the city. Seven years ago, I’d dreamed of living here with Anderson. “We’re here.” I turned off the engine and pulled out the keys. Anderson pushed open his door, then walked around to open Judy’s door. Judy linked his arm, like a proud peacock. I held out the keys with both hands. “Sir, your keys.” Anderson didn’t take them, his gaze fixed on my hands. From years of rough work, my hands were coarse and cracked, with hangnails around the edges. A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes as he pulled out a thick wad of bills from his wallet. It looked like over a thousand dollars, way more than the driving fee. “Take it and get lost.” The bills fluttered to the ground, landing in puddles and splashing mud. I froze. “Anderson, why are you giving her so much? People like this will just get greedy.” Judy cooed, then deliberately stomped her high heel onto the stack of bills, grinding it into the mud. “Pick it up, why are you just standing there? Not enough?” She looked at me provocatively, a malicious smile on her lips. I wanted to turn and leave, to throw the money back in their faces. But… Lester’s medical expenses for tomorrow were still unpaid. A payment reminder from the hospital for Lester was still sitting on my phone. When survival was on the line, dignity meant nothing. I slowly crouched down, reaching out to pick up the mud-soaked bills. Judy’s pointed heel remained firmly on the money, no intention of moving. “Beg me.” She looked down at me. I clenched my teeth, my voice trembling: “Please… move your foot.” “Can’t hear you.” Judy cupped her ear. “Louder, what did you say?” “Please move your foot!” I raised my voice. “Such a bad attitude.” Judy pressed down harder with her foot. “This money is so filthy, I feel disgusted just looking at it.” Anderson stood by, lighting a cigarette, watching coldly. As if none of it concerned him. He even seemed to enjoy watching me being trampled. “Mr. Anderson…” I couldn’t help but look up at him, hoping for a shred of intervention. Even if it was for old times’ sake. Anderson exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes full of mockery. “Marta, seven years. And you can’t even handle this much?” My body stiffened, and I quickly lowered my head. He’d recognized me all along. From the very beginning, this was a cat-and-mouse game. “Since I’ve recognized you,” Anderson took a step closer, his dress shoe stopping beside my hand, “let’s reminisce.” He bent down, his long fingers pinching my chin, forcing me to look up. “Seven years ago, you walked away with that million dollars so gracefully, didn’t you? How did you end up like this?” I opened my mouth, wanting to explain, but seeing the hatred in his eyes, all my words choked in my throat. “Anderson, you two know each other?” Judy dramatically covered her mouth. “Oh my god, is she… is she that ex-girlfriend who abandoned you for money?” “Ex-girlfriend?” Anderson sneered. “Hardly.” He let go, wiping his fingers in disgust. “Nothing more than a plaything.” Judy’s eyes darted, and her smile grew even brighter. “That makes things even easier. Convenient. My place needs a cleaner. Take this money, and tomorrow, come scrub my toilets.” She kicked the stack of money with her toe, sending the bills scattering. “If you don’t show up, I’ll report you for theft.” Anderson didn’t object, only watched me coldly as I picked up the money. I picked up the bills one by one from the ground, mud and rain mixing, chilling to the bone. Each one was Lester’s hope for survival. “Fine.” I lowered my head, clutching the money in my hand. “What time tomorrow?” Anderson’s face stiffened, seemingly surprised by my ready agreement. “Marta, you’re pathetic.” He threw that line at me, then wrapped an arm around Judy and walked into the villa’s main gate. The heavy gate slammed shut, sealing me outside that glamorous world. I stood in the rain for a long time, clutching that thousand-plus dollars. My phone buzzed wildly. It was the hospital. “Marta? Lester had a sudden attack and is in critical condition. We need you to come pay the outstanding fees immediately!” “I’ll be right there!” I wiped the rain from my face and rushed towards the intersection.

    The next day, after ensuring Lester, who’d just been stabilized, was settled, I arrived at the SKY Hill Estate as promised. It wasn’t because I was pathetic; it was because Judy had filed a complaint against me on the sober driving platform. If I didn’t show, the platform would forfeit my entire security deposit and permanently ban my account. I couldn’t lose this job. Judy opened the door, dressed in a silk robe, her neck covered in tell-tale hickeys. “You actually came? Right on time.” She stepped aside, her eyes full of mockery. “The cleaning supplies are in the bathroom. Make sure you scrub it spotless; Anderson’s a germaphobe.” I didn’t speak, walking directly to the bathroom. The villa’s decor held faint echoes of my memories, yet it was undeniably alien. It was Anderson’s style: cold, luxurious, devoid of any warmth. The bathroom was large, but the toilet wasn’t actually dirty. Judy was clearly enjoying the humiliation. She leaned against the doorway, holding a glass of red wine, watching me put on gloves and pick up the brush. “I heard you dumped Anderson back then because he was broke, and immediately hooked up with some trust fund kid?” Judy swirled her wine glass, a smirk playing on her lips. “What happened to him? Did he dump you? Or maybe he just used you for kicks?” I scrubbed the toilet, mechanically repeating the motion. “None of your business.” “What do you mean, none of my business?” Judy walked in, her heels clicking crisply on the tile. “Anderson is mine now. Of course, I need to know all about his past.” She suddenly leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Marta, you really have the nerve to show your face? If I were you, I’d have crawled into a hole.” “I’m just here to work.” I straightened up, looking at her coldly. “Work?” Judy suddenly laughed, shaking with mirth. “Do you actually think Anderson asked you here to scrub toilets?” She suddenly splashed the red wine from her glass onto the floor. “Oops, my hand slipped.” Judy blinked innocently. “Clean this up too.” I took a deep breath and picked up the rag. Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Anderson appeared in the doorway, wearing a dark gray loungewear set. Seeing the red wine stain on the floor, he frowned slightly. “What happened?” “Anderson~” Judy instantly changed her expression, tearfully throwing herself into his arms. “I wanted to offer Ms. Marta a drink, but she didn’t appreciate it and splashed the wine…” Her talent for twisting the truth was truly masterful. I looked at Anderson, offering no explanation. What was the point in explaining? In his mind, I was already a materialistic, lying woman. A gold-digger. As expected, Anderson didn’t even glance at me, gently stroking Judy’s hair. “Are you hurt?” “No, just startled.” Judy rubbed against him. “Marta seems to really hate me.” Anderson turned, his gaze like a blade scraping across my face. “Marta, apologize.” “I didn’t spill it.” I straightened my back, looking directly into his eyes. “I told you to apologize.” Anderson’s voice deepened, carrying an undeniable pressure. “I didn’t do it, why should I apologize?” “Hmph.” Anderson sneered, letting go of Judy and stepping closer to me. “Seven years ago, you could abandon me for money. What’s a spilled drink for spite now?” He backed me against the sink, placing his hands on either side of me, trapping me in the small space between him and the counter. The familiar scent of cedar mixed with tobacco assailed me, making me momentarily dazed. “Marta, don’t make me get physical.” There was no warmth in his eyes, only endless disgust. My heart twisted with a sharp pain. “I’m sorry.” The three words were practically squeezed through my teeth. “Couldn’t hear you.” Judy instigated from behind. “Where’s the sincerity?” Anderson stared at me, a cruel curve playing on his lips. “Kneel and wipe it clean. Then we’ll call it even.” I snapped my head up, looking at him in disbelief. “What did you say?” “What, you don’t understand English?” Anderson pointed at the red wine stain on the floor. “Kneel down, and clean it up.” The man who once swore to protect me for life was now ordering me to kneel. Tears welled in my eyes, but I fiercely held them back. For Lester, for that five thousand dollar complaint fine… I slowly bent my knees, my kneecaps slamming against the hard tile. The cold sensation spread from my knees throughout my body. I picked up the rag and meticulously wiped away the red wine. Above me, I heard Judy’s triumphant laughter and Anderson’s cold gaze. In that moment, my dignity was utterly crushed. After cleaning the floor, I was about to leave, but Judy blocked my path. “What’s the rush? You’re not done yet.” She pointed to a pile of gift boxes in the living room corner. “There’s a party here tonight. Your job is to unwrap these gifts and sort them.” I glanced at the time; it was already four in the afternoon. Lester was still in the hospital, and I’d promised to be with her tonight. “I’m sorry, I only agreed to clean. This isn’t part of my job.” “I’ll pay extra.” Anderson said from the sofa, flipping through a magazine, not looking up. “Twenty thousand.” Twenty thousand dollars. That was two months of Lester’s medication. The refusal died on my lips. “Fine.” I walked to the corner and began unwrapping the beautifully packaged gift boxes.

    Time ticked by, and dusk settled. Guests, all dressed to the nines, began arriving at the villa. Music and laughter filled the grand hall. I crouched in the corner, sticking out like a sore thumb. “Isn’t that Marta over there?” A sharp female voice cut through the air. I looked up and saw several familiar faces. All old college classmates, part of Anderson’s exclusive circle. “Oh my god, it really is her! What is she wearing?” “I heard she abandoned Anderson for money back then. How did she end up looking like this?” “Karma, right? What goes around comes around.” They surrounded me, pointing and whispering, their eyes full of disdain and mockery. Judy, arm in arm with Anderson, walked over, holding a glass of champagne. “Now, now, everyone, let’s not be so harsh. Marta is earning her living honestly, she deserves respect.” She said “respect” but her eyes were brimming with malice. “Actually, Marta, since we’re all old classmates, why don’t you have a drink too?” Judy took a glass of red wine from a server’s tray and offered it to me. “I don’t drink.” I lowered my head, continuing to organize the items. “What? Not accepting?” A woman in a sequined dress next to me sneered, “Marta, do you think you’re still the beauty you were back then? Judy’s offering you a drink. That’s her being generous!” “Yeah, who are you trying to impress?” Someone took the opportunity to push me. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, my palm landing on an unwrapped brooch. The sharp pin pierced my skin, and blood immediately welled up. “Ah!” I cried out in pain. “She’s bleeding! How disgusting!” Judy dramatically stepped back. “Don’t get blood on my carpet!” Anderson stood in the center of the crowd, watching the scene coldly, with no intention of helping. “Marta, drink up, then you can leave.” He finally spoke. I suppressed the throbbing pain in my hand, trembling as I took the glass of wine. As long as I drank this glass of wine, I could get those twenty thousand dollars and leave this hell. I tilted my head back, drinking the bitter red wine in one gulp. “Cheers!” A chorus of cheers erupted around me. “Another one!” Someone else offered another glass. I stood up, swaying slightly. “Anderson, we agreed on one glass.” “Did I say you’d get the money after just one glass?” Anderson raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of mockery. “You…” Just then, my phone buzzed wildly in my pocket. My heart tightened. I ignored the pain in my hand and the mockery of the crowd, frantically pulling out my phone. As soon as I answered, the nurse’s anxious voice came through: “Marta! Lester’s heart just failed, she’s in critical condition! We need a family member to sign off immediately! Please hurry…” “I’ll be right there…” Before I could finish, a large hand suddenly reached out, snatching my phone. “Anderson! Give me back my phone!” I lunged at him like a madwoman. Anderson held the phone high, watching my frantic state coldly. “Which rich boy is calling you now? Marta, are you that desperate for a man?” “No! Give me my phone! Please!” I cried out, tears streaming down my face. That was Lester’s life-saving call! “No.” A cruel smile twisted Anderson’s lips, and his fingers loosened. Crack! The phone slammed onto the marble floor, the screen shattering, going black instantly. In that moment, my world seemed to shatter with it. “Anderson!!!” I let out a desperate shriek, lunging at him without thinking, grabbing his collar. “If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll make you pay for it with your life!” Slap! A stinging slap cracked across my face, interrupting my shriek. It wasn’t Anderson who hit me, it was Judy. “Marta, what are you doing? How dare you lay a hand on Anderson!” Judy shielded Anderson, looking outrageously righteous. My head snapped to the side from the blow, my ears ringing, and I tasted blood. But I felt no pain. My mind was fixated on the nurse’s words: “heart just failed.” Lester was waiting for my signature, Lester was waiting for me to save her life… I shoved Judy away with surprising force, sending her crashing into a nearby champagne tower. Crash! Countless glass cups shattered, wine splattered everywhere, and Judy let out a sharp shriek. “Ah! My face! Anderson, help me!” The scene descended into chaos. Anderson’s face was ashen. He grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like he would crush my bones. “Marta! You’re asking for death!” “Get off me!” I found a surge of strength, lowered my head, and bit down hard on his wrist. I didn’t let go until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and he cried out in pain, releasing me. I seized the chance, spun around, picked up my broken phone, and stumbled towards the door. Behind me, Anderson’s furious roar echoed: “Stop her!” Two bodyguards blocked the doorway. I grabbed a vase from the entryway, smashed it on the floor, and held a sharp shard against my carotid artery. The shard pricked my skin, and a thin line of blood ran down my neck. “Anyone who tries to stop me, I’ll die right here!” My eyes must have looked terrifying. The bodyguards were startled by my intensity and instinctively backed away. Anderson rushed up, his pupils contracting at the sight. “Marta, are you insane? Put that down!” “Anderson,” I stared at him, tears mixing with blood dripping down, “If my daughter dies, I swear I’ll make sure you all go down with me.” With that, I pushed past the bodyguards and rushed out into the dark, rainy night. I ran wildly on the highway until I flagged down a taxi. “To First Hospital! Fast! Please, hurry!” The driver, terrified by my blood-soaked appearance, floored the accelerator.

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  • Silence Is My Revenge

    Our company arranged a work retreat to India. My girlfriend’s idol, Thomason, insisted on bringing the models, dressed in mini-skirts, to ride a shady local bus. He had no idea how rampant sexual assault was in India. And watching them actively courting disaster, I didn’t say a single word. It was only because in my previous life, for everyone’s safety, I reported this to our boss, Mr. Harrison. That day, Mr. Harrison gave everyone a severe dressing-down, forcing my girlfriend and her model friends to cancel their plans to travel around India. But later, because Thomason insisted on going out, he was robbed on a shady local bus and tragically killed. My girlfriend, Leah, shifted the blame entirely to me, kidnapped me, and burned me alive. She even paid off the models to create an alibi for her. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Thomason invited the models to wear mini-skirts for a photoshoot on the bus. “Julian, stop being such a fearmonger!” “India is a country with an ancient civilization; it’s not the kind of place you describe, crawling with rapists!” “You’re always using those alarmist rumors to scare everyone, aren’t you just trying to ruin our plans to travel around India?” “I think you’re just jealous of Leah and Thomason’s good relationship, that’s why you’re trying to scare us with rapists!” Watching them put on their mini-skirts and pose, I didn’t utter a single word in retort. India has one of the highest rates of sexual assault in the world. On average, a girl is assaulted every five minutes. In a country where even ancient, sacred stones aren’t safe, going out dressed like that—the outcome was painfully obvious. After they finished changing, Leah, my girlfriend, walked in. When Thomason saw Leah, his eyes were glued to her. “Leah, you’re so sexy.” “You’re easily the most beautiful girl in the world!” “What? In your eyes, is only Leah beautiful? Are we not pretty?” The other model girls indignantly confronted Thomason. Surrounded by the models, Thomason quickly pleaded with them, “Beautiful! You’re all beautiful! Simply goddesses!” His expression was full of enjoyment. “Leah, let me ask you, between Julian and Thomason, who’s hotter?” Ruth chimed in, teasingly. When I was mentioned, Leah’s expression instantly turned to disgust. “Julian is such a clingy, annoying guy! He’s constantly trying to compete with Thomason for my attention.” “If you don’t want to come with us, then just get lost!” Since you’ve chosen to court disaster, I might as well give you a little push. “Mini-skirts are so boring. Bikinis are the real way to show off a woman’s charm.” “Only girls with truly great figures have the courage to wear bikinis in public.” “You think I wouldn’t dare?” Goaded on by me, Leah, not one to back down, immediately changed into a bikini. The other girls, confident their figures were just as good as Leah’s, also started picking out suitable sizes. Watching them excitedly choose their bikinis, I smiled coldly to myself. Let’s see if you can still laugh like that when those creeps in India get their hands on you and brutalize you.

    Amidst the chatter, Mr. Harrison knocked and came in. Seeing everyone’s attire, his blood boiled. “This is India, not back home! Women covered head to toe are still at risk, and you dare to dress like this!” “Change your clothes, now!” Leah was startled at first, then ran over to Mr. Harrison, sweetly buttering him up. “Mr. Harrison, you’ve misunderstood. We just thought since we rarely get to travel, we wanted to take some promotional photos here at the hotel. Don’t worry, we absolutely won’t leave the hotel.” “Don’t you believe me? Ask them!” The rest of them all chimed in. “That’s right, Mr. Harrison, this way, we can even help promote the company’s paid international vacations!” Thomason sneered. “See how much Leah considers our company? Unlike some people, who only think of themselves and hinder others from contributing to the company.” Hearing that everyone claimed to be acting for the company’s benefit, Mr. Harrison’s face finally softened. He relaxed, but before leaving, he reiterated his warning. “I’ll say it again, you absolutely must not leave the hotel. Otherwise, whatever happens, I won’t be held responsible.” With that, he pulled me aside. “Julian, you’re always reliable. Keep an eye on them.” No sooner had Mr. Harrison walked out than the girls erupted in groans. “Everyone knows Julian is just the boss’s lapdog. How can we go out with him around?” “I was planning to post vlogs and become a huge influencer.” Someone, unwilling to give up, tugged on Thomason’s arm. “Leah, isn’t Julian your boyfriend? Go talk to him; he’ll definitely let us go.” Thomason suddenly raised his voice. “Think about it, everyone. How did Mr. Harrison show up so coincidentally? Could someone have snitched?” His meaningful gaze was fixed on me. “It has to be Julian!” Ruth shrieked. “Last month when we were partying at that bar in Thailand, he was the one who snitched!” I was speechless. Last month in Thailand, Thomason had a whim and insisted on taking the models to a bar for his birthday. But that place was a notorious hub for human traffickers operating in Southeast Asia. Local gang leaders had already noticed them. If I hadn’t told Mr. Harrison in time to bring them back, this group would probably have been sold into trafficking. I never thought they’d see it as me harming them. Incited by Thomason, they instantly grew furious, glaring at me as if they wanted to devour me. Thomason strode towards me, raising his hand to slap me. “So you’re the one with the big mouth, always running to the boss, huh?!” But I caught his incoming arm with one hand. I looked at him coldly. In my past life, I was blindly foolish, giving all my kindness to people who didn’t deserve it. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so good-hearted. “Get lost!” Thomason’s height and build were no match for mine. With one shove, he stumbled back two steps before falling sprawling on the ground. “Julian! You’re despicable! How dare you bully Thomason!” Leah shrieked, rushing to shield the fallen Thomason in her arms. “Julian, I know you’ve always been jealous of my good relationship with Leah, but we’re just good friends. I never intended to interfere with your relationship.” The fallen Thomason leaned into Leah’s embrace, speaking tearfully, yet provocatively rubbing his head against her ample chest. “Julian, I’ve never seen such a petty man!” “Someone like you doesn’t deserve our Leah!” Just as the models were lambasting me, Mr. Harrison knocked on the door again. They quickly shoved me into a corner, then blocked Mr. Harrison’s view at the door. Mr. Harrison frowned, surveyed the room, and warned again. “I’ll say it again: no leaving the hotel.” “The police just reported large crowds parading in the nearby streets. These people are mostly from the impoverished districts, uneducated, essentially like wild animals.” With that, he turned and left. But Leah hadn’t heard a word. She immediately started changing into bikinis with the other models. Thomason came up to me and challenged me in a low voice. “See? Leah has always liked me. She’s even willing to be my lapdog just to please me!” “You’re just a stepping stone she uses to appease me, something she can kick aside anytime!” I suddenly found it quite amusing. The models in our company were all from privileged, wealthy backgrounds. Many came from powerful and influential families. I’d like to see how these ungrateful fools would manage if something happened to them in India!

    The next morning, before Mr. Harrison woke up, Leah and Thomason woke everyone up early to do their makeup and change clothes. Leah finished her makeup, wearing a sexy bikini that showcased her hot figure perfectly. Thomason held his camera, snapping countless photos of her. Glancing at me, he deliberately sneered in a sarcastic tone: “I’m so sorry, I actually wanted to take you along, but you made Leah angry, and she doesn’t want you to come.” “So you’ll just have to stay here and keep being Mr. Harrison’s lapdog.” Everyone laughed. One of the girls, Chloe, timidly raised her hand. “Isn’t this a bit too much? He’s our colleague after all.” “Too much?” Ruth slapped her across the face. “Is it not too much that he stole Leah from Thomason?” “If he hadn’t clung to her, would Leah have been forced to be his girlfriend?” Hearing her idiotic statement, I practically laughed in exasperation! It was ridiculous. Leah was a girl from a disadvantaged background, with limited education and career prospects. After joining the company, her performance was poor, she wasn’t making enough money, and she couldn’t afford food. I mentored her, teaching her the ropes, which allowed her to find her footing in the company. To win me over, she stood outside my apartment in a torrential downpour for a day and a night. Now, I was suddenly the other man? When Thomason ganged up on me to bully me, as my girlfriend, she didn’t even help. She actually enjoyed watching me get picked on by Thomason. Because she thought her male idol was fighting over her! Seeing that it was almost time, Leah waved everyone to head out. “Hurry up and get ready to leave. I can’t wait to get some amazing shots. This time, I’m sure a lot of people will like my posts.” Thomason also took out his camera. “Professional equipment is all ready.” After changing, they all swarmed towards the dilapidated old bus parked outside the door. This group of hot-figured girls instantly drew the attention of all the men nearby. Some bolder Indian men even gathered around the bus, clinging to the bus door, peering inside. But Leah didn’t see any danger; instead, she thought it was a testament to her immense charm. “I told you, India has a long and rich civilization.” “The people here are very kind; they’re not as scary as Julian made them out to be!” Ruth immediately chimed in, “Yes, Thomason is right. Julian is just a petty man, deliberately fabricating lies to scare us!” Amidst their laughter, the dilapidated bus slowly started moving. Watching them leave, I let out a cold laugh. I hoped they’d still be this happy in a little while. Not long after they left, Mr. Harrison came in. “Are your things packed? Should we head back home?” Before he finished speaking, he stopped, stunned by the empty room. “Where are they?” With reddened eyes, I regretfully told Mr. Harrison. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harrison, I couldn’t stop them. Thomason and Leah took everyone out to have fun.” “Nonsense! Which bus did they take?” Mr. Harrison’s face instantly turned livid! “Absurd!” “Absolutely lawless! I warned them repeatedly not to go out! They completely ignored my warnings!” Mr. Harrison paced frantically. “How long have they been gone?” “Almost an hour, I think.” Hearing that, his face instantly turned ashen. “This is bad! At this time, the entire state’s police force is deployed to handle the protests!” “Quickly, come with me! We’ll contact the embassy first, then report it to the local police to find them. Hurry, hurry!” I contacted a security company. I only dared to leave after the highly paid bodyguards arrived. They searched from dawn till dusk, finally finding the bus in a filthy, chaotic slum. But when they opened the bus door and saw the horrifying scene inside, everyone couldn’t help but vomit…

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  • Already Mrs. CEO

    On graduation day, Brenda, who disowned me five years ago, suddenly called me home. I thought she regretted kicking me out, but the moment I walked in, I saw that 50-year-old bachelor from our old town. “Ashley,” Brenda said, her eyebrows knitting in impatience, “you’re not getting any younger. I called you back for your wedding. I’ve found you a good husband.” The old man, Frank, his face a mass of wrinkles, grinned and reached for my hand. I recoiled, backing away, staring at Brenda and my sister, Brittany, in disbelief. “Why are you doing this to me?” Brenda’s eyebrows shot up, her face instantly filled with annoyance. “What’s wrong? Mr. Frank is being very generous with the wedding money. Aren’t you satisfied?” It was all about money. My last shred of hope shattered. Looking at my family, eager to push me into this abyss, I swallowed my tears and forced a faint smile. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll marry him.” The Mr. Frank my mom and sister kept talking about, was Frank Donovan. He used to be married. But his drinking, gambling, and domestic abuse literally drove his wife to her death. After that, every family in town with a daughter avoided him like the plague. Yet, my mother was practically begging to marry me off to him. Frank flashed his yellow teeth at me. “So this is my little bride, huh! Look how soft her skin is! Come here, let me get a look at you.” I stood frozen, unable to process what was happening. Seeing I didn’t move, Frank got up and started walking toward me, intending to grab my hand. I backed away repeatedly, staring at Brenda and Brittany in disbelief. “Mom! Brittany! How can you do this to me!” “I thought… I thought you regretted kicking me out of the house when I was just a kid and couldn’t even survive on my own. I thought you called me back to make amends.” Brittany snickered, as if she’d heard the funniest joke. “Are you stupid from all that studying? Kicking you out was the smartest thing Mom ever did.” Brenda’s face hardened at my words, her tone icy. “What did we do to you? Haven’t we been good enough?” “You’re not getting any younger. We saw you couldn’t find a husband, so we helped you find one. And here you are, picking and choosing!” “You ungrateful brat, you haven’t given us a single dime in five years. Now you marry Mr. Frank, give us the wedding money, and we’ll be even.” Even? But I never owed this family anything. Looking at my family, eager to push me into this abyss, I swallowed my tears and forced a faint smile. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll marry him.” Growing up, Brittany always got everything good. If I wanted a piece of cake, I’d get beaten with a stick. Brenda would say, “How dare you try to take from your sister?” When it was too cold in winter, I secretly took an old jacket Brittany didn’t want, but Brenda made me kneel outside in the freezing cold as punishment. I was just the extra one, Brittany was the family’s darling. It was pathetic how I still harbored a shred of hope for this family.

    “That’s right!” “Why would I hurt you? Just follow your Mr. Frank and enjoy life.” “Look at your classmates, working hard to find jobs after graduation, but you won’t have to! Mr. Frank will take care of you, how great is that! Others would kill to be in your shoes!” Brenda slapped her thigh excitedly, unable to hide her grin, as if my pain was invisible to her. Brittany spoke up smugly from beside her. “You fought so hard to go to college in the city, but now you’re still coming back to town to get married. And you caused trouble with Mom, got nothing better to do!” Frank rubbed his hands together, his gaze on me greasy and unsettling. “You don’t worry,” he said, “after we’re married, you’ll have two kids in three years!” Then he tried to grab my hand again. I subtly dodged him, and he grew visibly angry. “Bitch! You agreed to marry me, what’s wrong with a little touch? Just you wait until we’re married, I’ll teach you a lesson!” I smiled politely, my eyes cold as I watched them. Frank called his mom, asking her to come over and check me out. I just sat there quietly, listening to them haggle. “My daughter is a college graduate, young and smart! Eighteen thousand is too little! Her kids will be smart, too! It has to be two hundred eighty thousand dollars!” Brenda stood there, arms crossed, her eyes sharp, engaged in a verbal battle with Frank. Frank wouldn’t back down. “We agreed on eighteen thousand! Why are you trying to haggle now?” “You’re unreliable! You think I won’t just call off the wedding?” “There are other college graduate daughters around here, not just yours!” Brittany quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over. “Mr. Frank, please don’t!” “Just tell us, what do you think of my sister? Is she to your liking?” “If you like her, you have to pay a fair price.” Frank scanned me up and down, his smile sickeningly sticky. Finally, he relented. “Wait for my mom to get here! She’s the one with the money, whatever you can get from her is your problem.” When I went to school, my family didn’t support me. Brenda outright kicked me out and disowned me, precisely so I couldn’t ask them for a single cent. Now, it was for money again. She called me back to ruin the rest of my life. Just then, the sound of a baby crying came from the house. Brittany and Brenda were completely unfazed. I looked at them, puzzled. “Mom, what’s going on? Where did a baby come from?” Brittany, thinking of something, couldn’t hide her delight. “It’s your nephew, of course! We’re just waiting for you to get married. Once I get the money, I can finally live a good life!” So, Brenda and Brittany were selling me to Frank, using the money to fund Brittany’s wedding and raise her baby. Brenda cut Brittany off and turned to me. “Tomorrow, you’ll go to City Hall with Frank to get married.”

    My heart skipped a beat. I tried to sound calm. “Mom, isn’t that a little too fast?” I subtly started massaging Brenda’s back. “Marriage is a big deal. Being so rushed isn’t good.” Seeing Brenda ignored me, I felt a pang of anxiety. “Mr. Frank, why don’t you just come to the city with me? I just found a job, and I make twenty thousand dollars a month!” Frank immediately refused, glaring at me menacingly. “No way! What if you dump me once we’re in the city?” “You’ll stay here with me in the countryside, like a good girl! You’re not allowed to go anywhere.” “If you try to run, I’ll break your legs!” He was clearly terrified I’d escape. Brenda’s eyes were practically glowing as she looked at me, reconfirming. “Is that really how much you make?” “You’re not trying to fool me, are you?” I pulled out my phone to show them. “Of course not! Look, all the terms are clearly written here.” “This company is a global public enterprise; promotions and raises won’t be an issue in the future.” Brenda snatched my phone, her eyes fixed on the “twenty thousand” salary. Her eyes lit up with greed, and she muttered to herself, “Twenty thousand a month? I only save ten thousand a year.” Then, like a fierce mother bear protecting her cub, Brenda shoved me behind her and yelled at Frank with newfound confidence. “Now you’re not good enough for my daughter! If you want to marry her, it’ll cost you at least a million dollars!” Brittany stared at me, green with envy and disbelief. “Twenty thousand a month? You, that loser? No way!” “Mom, don’t let her fool you!” “She just wants to escape back to the city; then we won’t be able to do anything about her.” Brenda looked at me skeptically, then switched off my phone and put it in her pocket. “I doubt you’d try anything funny.” Frank’s gaze on me turned vicious, his greasy facade of innocence dropping. “Her making twenty thousand is her money. If she goes to the city, will she really give it to you obediently?” “You should still marry her to me. Once she has a baby, she’ll be tied down, then you can let her go to the city to find work and support the family.” “Then we’ll be one family, and we’ll all share whatever she earns.” Brenda thought about his words for a moment, deciding he made sense. Then she started yelling at me. “I almost fell for your tricks! Dreaming of running back to the city? Never!” “You’ll marry Frank first, have a baby, and then you can go out and work.” “When you go back to the city, you’ll take me and your sister with you. We raised you for so many years; now it’s your turn to repay us.” A cold laugh bubbled in my chest. Repay them? Did they really have no idea how they “raised” me? At 15, I weighed only sixty pounds, severely malnourished, a stark contrast to Brittany. If it weren’t for my schoolteachers taking pity on me and secretly slipping me food, I doubted I would have even grown up. I continued to play along, affectionately looping my arm through Brenda’s, faking sweetness for the first time. “Okay, Mom, I’ll do whatever you say.” “I really missed you these past five years, not being able to come home.” As I said it, I felt a surge of nausea. I reached for my phone, but she slapped my hand away. “What are you doing!” “You can’t have your phone back yet. Get things settled first, so you don’t try any funny business.” I had no choice but to give up and wait to see what would happen. That night, Frank’s mom arrived. Her back was hunched, her body stooped, but her eyes were unnervingly clear.

    Brittany eagerly led me to stand between Frank and Ms. Donovan. “Ms. Donovan, look, this is my sister. Isn’t she beautiful!” Ms. Donovan scrutinized me from head to toe, her expression disdainful. “She’s fine, but too thin. How can she have sons with such a small butt?” As she spoke, she reached out and pinched my butt. Just as I was about to lose it, Brenda slammed a cup on the table. “How dare you look down on my daughter? My daughter is a college graduate; is your son good enough for her? The eighteen thousand we discussed before is off the table. I want two hundred eighty thousand!” “What!” Ms. Donovan was shocked by Brenda’s outrageous demand. After all, in this town, a family that could produce eighteen thousand dollars was already considered wealthy. Let alone Brenda now demanding two hundred eighty thousand. Frank quickly stood up, went to his mom’s side, and whispered something to her. Ms. Donovan looked at me again, her expression different now. Then she took off the cheap jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on mine. I forced a smile and accepted it, feeling nauseous at the sight of these ugly faces around the table. Finally, they impatiently set the wedding for two days later. After dinner, I wanted some fresh air, so I took a stroll around town. Just because I was outside for half an hour, Brenda slapped me the moment I returned. “Were you trying to run away?” Brittany fanned the flames. “You walked out right after dinner, what else would you be doing if not trying to run?” I tried to defend myself, but Brenda didn’t listen and continued to punch and kick me. I looked up at them, my eyes filled with hatred. Brenda shivered under my gaze, then kicked me again. She then tightly bound me with rope and roughly shoved me into the room. I was locked up for a full day and two nights. During that time, I begged, I cried. They didn’t even give me a bite to eat or a drop to drink. Why did I come back to torment myself? On the morning of the supposed wedding, I was finally untied, shaking my numb hands. “You little bitch, if you dare to run again, I’ll break your legs!” Brenda’s shrill voice rang out. I didn’t respond. “I’ve already given the money to your sister. Don’t blame me for being cruel. Your sister needs that money more than you.” Brittany chimed in. “Exactly.” I ignored Brittany and turned to Brenda, unable to keep my thoughts to myself. “Why are you pretending? Didn’t you call me back just to sell me off and give all the money to Brittany for her wedding?” Brenda glared at me, righteous fury in her voice. “We’re your family! You make a fuss over us spending a little of your money? You’ll never be done complaining!” I froze, no longer willing to humor them. “If I remember correctly, five years ago, you were the one who kicked me out.” “And this time you called me back, just to sell me for a good price, so why bother with these grand words? You’re so hypocritical!” Brittany rushed toward me, snatching my bag and rummaging through it in front of me. She didn’t find a single dime, stomped her foot, and walked off. Brenda’s face was beet red, furious. “How dare you talk back? I’m your mother! I can treat you however I want!” “I’m telling you, if your sister’s wedding gets messed up, you won’t have it easy either! Hurry up and help your sister get the money!” Just then, Frank walked in, and Brenda’s tirade abruptly stopped. Brenda then dragged me into the car. Puzzled, I asked, “Aren’t we having the wedding? Where are we going?” Frank’s lecherous voice answered. “To get our marriage license, of course. We’ll be back just in time for the ceremony.” I was too weak from hunger to resist, responding coldly to his words, calmly looking out the window. This farce needed to come to an end. At City Hall, Brenda held my arm firmly, whispering a warning in my ear. “If you dare to say anything to the staff, don’t blame me…” I forced a smile and nodded, walking determinedly into City Hall. Frank was practically beaming, and Brenda gave me a satisfied smile. Then the clerk double-checked the computer, then looked at me, confused. “Ma’am, aren’t you already married?”

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  • Green Card for Her, A Sham Marriage for Me

    After we got married, James was recruited by an American university with a million-dollar annual salary. I gave up everything to move to America with him. But three years later, I still didn’t even have a green card. Meanwhile, that female assistant who came to America with us had already gotten her green card through James’s connections. I was so furious I wanted to fly back to Europe immediately. James, usually so calm and composed, turned red and begged me to stay: “You’re my wife. I’ll get your green card sorted out soon. Emma followed me all the way here from home to work in America. I’m her boss—I have a responsibility to take care of her.” My heart softened, and I put down my suitcase. Until one day, when I handed our marriage certificate to an official, they told me: “Ma’am, our system shows you are not Mr. Mitchell’s wife. Please go back and verify this.” I froze on the spot. Then, without a word, I booked the earliest flight back to Europe. …… Back at home, I tried three times, but the fingerprint lock kept giving me the “verification failed” tone. I called James. “What’s wrong?” He picked up quickly. “Why can’t I open the door?” He was silent for two seconds, then said: “Oh, I changed the lock. I only registered Emma’s fingerprint—haven’t gotten around to adding yours yet. Just find a hotel for tonight. I’m working late, won’t be coming home.” He was telling me to stay at a hotel? I wanted to argue, but in the end, I just said: “Okay.” What else was there to say? This was supposed to be our home, yet he’d registered the fingerprint of Emma—an outsider. I hung up. I checked into the budget hotel by our building’s entrance. $548 a night. When I swiped my card, the balance was almost nothing. When we first came to New York, James gave me a supplementary card with no spending limit. Later, Emma started buying most of his things. Clothes, watches, even that insulated mug on his office desk—she bought all of it. Gradually, the supplementary card was transferred to her. James started depositing $2,000 a month into my account for living expenses instead. He said she was better at shopping than me—better taste, knew how to coordinate things. She said she was just doing her job as his assistant. I couldn’t really say anything more. Until our third anniversary, when James and I were supposed to have a romantic evening alone. Just as the mood was building, the doorbell rang. James went to answer it. Emma stood outside, slightly breathless, holding out a box of ultra-thin condoms. “Professor Mitchell, it’s your special day! I picked these up just for you!” She glanced at me, smiling naturally. “You always say this brand feels the best. Aren’t I thoughtful? Don’t I deserve some praise?” James took the box, letting out an awkward “mm.” She waved and left. The door closed. He walked back to the dining table with the box and set it casually beside him. I stared at that box without saying a word. I never knew which brand he preferred… Because we’d been trying to have a baby, so we basically never used protection. That candlelit dinner felt like torture. Finally, he said something came up at the university, grabbed his coat, and left. The moment the door closed, it suddenly hit me— So an assistant’s job could be this thorough. That night, I dreamed of our first year in New York. I came out of the airport dragging two huge suitcases. James was waiting for me right at the exit. Back then, he was still the man who felt so guilty that his eyes reddened when I gave up everything to be with him. He was the man who would carry my luggage, who would let me lean on him when I was tired. But then Emma came along. James said she had left her hometown behind to follow him here—he had to help her out. So he helped her get settled with residency. Helped arrange her job. I never expected that in the end, he’d even help her change the lock on our home… Early the next morning, I went to buy a ticket back to Europe. Standing at the corner waiting for the light to turn green, my phone rang. It was a friend from back home. “Grace, that thing you asked me to look into…” She paused, her voice hesitant. “I pulled some strings, but I could only see registration records. Privacy laws are strict there—I couldn’t get the detailed files.” “It’s fine,” I said. “Whatever you found is enough.” The other end went quiet for two seconds. “James Mitchell’s registered wife in New York… her last name is Roberts.” I held my phone, silent. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said. “Thank you.” I hung up. The light turned green. The crowd surged past me, and another group stopped beside me. I stood there, staring at the glass curtain wall of the building across the street. The sunlight stung my eyes until they burned. So his real wife was her all along.

    I stood on the sidewalk and suddenly laughed. These three years, I’d been so exhausted trying to prove my worth, so determined not to be just a housewife, that I’d overlooked so many details in our daily life. Like how every weekend he said there was something at the university, and he’d be gone the whole day. When I asked what it was about, he’d always brush me off: “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Like that time he forgot some documents, and when I dropped them off at his faculty housing, I saw two toothbrushes on his bathroom counter—one blue, one pink. And I never thought deeper about it. …… I pulled myself out of my thoughts and kept walking. Across two streets, around three corners, until I stood at the ticket office entrance. I waited in line, remembering how long the customs line had been when I first landed in New York three years ago. Because I was about to see the man I loved, I was so foolishly happy that I didn’t feel tired at all. When James picked me up, he hugged me and spun me around. Until a girl waved at him: “Professor Mitchell! What a coincidence—Grace and I were on the same flight!” It was Emma. James smiled and took her suitcase, explaining to me: “Forgot to mention—Emma’s coming over to keep working as my assistant. It’s not easy for a young woman to immigrate on her own.” Emma smiled sweetly. “Grace, I hope we can look after each other from now on.” My smile stiffened slightly, but I nodded politely. On the drive, I quietly watched them chat. When she talked, James would tilt his head to listen carefully. When she pointed at clouds in the sky, he’d look where she was pointing. That attention that used to belong only to me was now quietly being shared with her. My heart felt a little sour. But I was also happy for him. After all, good assistants are hard to find. Having someone he knew and trusted come along would make his work at the university go more smoothly. In those first few months in New York, I tried to find a job. But my field was so niche that I couldn’t find anything in my specialty. Hundreds of resumes—either ignored completely or met with a “not considering at this time.” I’d always been a top student, everything going smoothly. I’d never tasted rejection before. Those nights I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, wondering—was I just not good enough? Finally, I had no choice but to ask James. After dinner one evening, I sat down next to him. Stammering, I said: “Um… could you maybe… ask around at the university?” “Isn’t there supposed to be a spouse quota? I was thinking, if there’s a way to arrange a position…” I couldn’t finish. My whole life, I’d never asked anyone to pull strings for me. Even though it was part of the talent recruitment policy—a benefit for spouses—saying it out loud made my face burn. Like I was doing something shameful. “Mm,” he said, head down, still flipping through his papers. “If you want to work, I’ll ask around.” I felt a little relieved. I waited three months. When I asked again, he said he’d been busy—we’d talk about it later. But as far as I knew, Emma had started working at the university ages ago. Administrative position, weekends off, great benefits. James said it was through normal hiring. I believed him. Looking back now, her qualifications and experience were worse than mine. She couldn’t even speak English properly. So why did my resume, submitted the same way, sink without a trace? The answer had been right in front of me all along. I just didn’t want to see it… The line moved forward a step. My turn. I handed over my passport. The clerk typed a few keystrokes, then frowned. “Ma’am, we can’t issue you a ticket with this document.” “Why not?” She turned the screen slightly toward me. “The system shows you’ve overstayed your permitted time in the US.” I froze. “Overstayed?” “Your most recent extension application wasn’t approved, right?” She glanced at me. “The system shows no valid stay permit for you.” I stood at the window, speechless.

    Three years. I’d been in New York for three years, and I didn’t even have a valid stay permit? “So what do I do now?” “First, go to Immigration to process the paperwork. Pay the fine, get a departure permit, then you can buy a ticket.” She pushed my passport back. “Next.” I stepped aside to make room. The person behind me pushed forward, quickly blocking the window. I stood there, staring at the passport in my hand. So I wasn’t even legally allowed to be here. Then what were these three years? Outside the ticket office, I called the immigration consultant. “Mrs. Mitchell, I wanted to ask—in my situation, why does my extension keep getting rejected? Now I need to pay a huge fine.” Mrs. Miller’s voice was as warm as ever: “Mrs. Mitchell, that shouldn’t be happening. Your husband is a university professor. Dependent extensions should be easy to approve. Did he complete all the sponsorship paperwork?” “He did.” “Then it shouldn’t be a problem…” She paused. “Hold on, let me look into it.” The line went quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was lower: “Mrs. Mitchell, if you don’t mind me asking—when your husband sponsored you, did he use the spousal reunification channel?” I held the phone, silent. “The system shows…” She chose her words carefully. “The wife slot linked to your husband was approved for a Ms. Roberts.” “He also submitted sponsorship for you, but not under the spouse category—it went through a different channel.” “But that channel was suspended about a year ago, which is why your applications keep getting rejected.” I paused. “I see. Thank you, Mrs. Miller.” I hung up. Standing there, I remembered certain details. Three years ago, right after arriving in New York, James said he’d handle my paperwork and took all my documents. Later he said everything was done, so I never asked about it again. So what I thought was following love across the world had actually turned into illegal overstaying… I stood by the road for a long time. I went to every office I could. In the end, I found there was only one solution— My original sponsor, James, needed to submit a statement. Explaining that he failed to notify me in time about changes to the sponsorship channel, resulting in my unintentional overstay. Then I could pay the fine, reapply for a short-term visitor visa, and legally leave the country. Simple. He just needed to sign his name. But how could I ask him? Say “Since you gave the wife slot to someone else, now sign this so I can leave”? And if I did that, wouldn’t we have to settle all the accounts from these three years too? I went back to that so-called “home.” James still wasn’t back. The door was still locked tight. I didn’t wait. I called a locksmith directly. After getting everything sorted, I went to James’s university. When I arrived, I could hear voices coming from his office. “Professor Mitchell, are you really letting me go for the University Arts Foundation residency program?” It was Emma’s voice, with a hint of coyness. “But my qualifications aren’t enough, are they? This would be more suited for Grace—she actually studied this field.”

    I stood at the door, motionless. An Arts Foundation residency program? James had never mentioned it to me. I studied art history. Back then, the program only admitted eight students nationwide, and I was one of them. In my home country, graduates were highly sought after. But after three years in New York, my resumes had vanished into the void. I hadn’t even been to a proper exhibition, let alone any residency program. James couldn’t arrange a job for me at the university through the spouse quota, but he’d never even thought to let me try for such a rare opportunity… “It’s fine, I’ve already put in a good word for you.” James’s voice was gentle. “As for Grace—I’m taking care of her. She doesn’t need these things.” “Besides, with your abilities, if you’d had the same opportunities she did back then, you wouldn’t be any worse than her.” I stood outside the door and suddenly wanted to laugh. So in his eyes, all my hard work was just “opportunities.” So the field I was so proud of—anyone could “be just as good.” The door opened. Emma walked out and saw me. She froze for a second. “Grace?” She quickly smiled. “Are you here to see Professor Mitchell? But this floor doesn’t allow unauthorized personnel. Maybe you should wait in the lobby downstairs?” Love can make a person beautiful. The woman before me was only a year younger than me, but she’d been so well-nourished by affection that her features were relaxed and confident. I took a step forward. “Move.” She blocked the doorway. “Grace, really, you can’t—Professor Mitchell is busy—” I reached out to push past her. She stepped back, and her whole body tumbled into the office. “Ah—” James stood up from his chair and strode over. He glanced at me. That glance was cold. Then he bent down to help her. “Are you hurt?” Emma let him help her up, biting her lip and shaking her head. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I just lost my balance. It’s not Grace’s fault…” James looked at me, his tone reproachful: “Emma was just doing her job. Why did you push her?” I looked at him, then at Emma in his arms, her eyes red. I didn’t say much. I got straight to the point: “The Immigration statement needs your signature.” His brow furrowed. “What statement?” I handed over the papers. He took them, scanned them briefly, and was already annoyed before finishing. “You came all the way here and pushed someone over this? Grace, when did you become so unreasonable?” “Either sign it,” I said, looking him in the eye, “or I go to the dean right now and ask how a talent recruitment spouse slot ended up going to an assistant.” His face changed. The next second, my wrist was gripped tight. He held me. “Grace, that’s enough!” He lowered his voice, turning cold. “Don’t forget who’s been supporting you. Without me, you couldn’t even stay in New York. You’d have nowhere to go.” “Don’t make a scene here. Go home first.” I looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled. When he begged me to come to New York, he said, *I’ll take care of you.* Now he said, *I’m the one who’s been taking care of you.* “Sign now, and we can still end this with some dignity.” My voice was calm. His gaze darkened. He let go of my wrist. He called out, “Security.” Two uniformed men walked over. He glanced at me. “Please escort my wife out. She’s not feeling well.” Security approached—one grabbed my arm, the other blocked my path. I tried to speak, but a hand was already covering my mouth, quick and practiced. I was being marched out. As I passed him, he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “We’ll talk tonight, okay? Don’t be stubborn.” Ha… Talk tonight? There’s nothing left to talk about. …… By the time he finished up his work, it was already 9 PM. James drove home. Thinking about what happened during the day, he frowned slightly. Those papers—he hadn’t even read them properly. Some Immigration statement—Grace stayed home all day. What did she need that for? The lock had been changed, but the door was just pulled shut, not locked. He paused. Noticed the lights were on inside. Figuring Grace was home, he frowned immediately. “Why didn’t you lock the door?” He pushed the door open, hung up his coat, then walked to the bedroom door. “Alright, about the spouse quota—” His tone was like he was being forced to explain. “I already told you before. Emma needed it more than you.” “She came to America with me. I had to take responsibility. Stop making a fuss.” He finished speaking and put his hand on the door handle. Pushed it open. And when he saw what was inside, his eyes went wide.

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  • The Fake Bride Became Luna

    When news spread that Rowan, heir to Alpha Alexander, was going to marry my elder sister Amelia, she immediately ran to our father James in tears, begging him to switch our identities. Even though I was just an illegitimate daughter. “Dad, please let Chloe marry Rowan instead of me! Please help me!” James had always favored Amelia, yet he actually agreed to let me take her place and marry Rowan. But marrying Rowan was still better than staying in this suffocating house. The night before the wedding, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my father and Amelia. “Dad, is Rowan really going to lose his heir status? Does he really have erectile dysfunction?” Father let out a heavy sigh. “Of course. Why else would I give such a good marriage opportunity to Chloe?” My whole body went rigid. Then I quietly slipped away. A year later, I was sitting in the sun holding my son when Amelia burst in, furious and ready to kill me. “Bitch! Rowan was supposed to be mine! You’re nothing but a fraud!” I smiled coldly, stepped forward, and slapped her right across the face. “Insulting the future Luna? Do you have a death wish?”

    The slap left Amelia completely stunned. When she recovered, she glared at me and shrieked: “Chloe—” “How dare you hit me!” I watched her fury with amusement, looking at her mockingly. “Amelia, watch your words.” “Slandering the future Luna carries a minimum sentence of three months in prison under werewolf law.” Amelia’s face twisted with rage. She raised her hand to slap me back. I didn’t retreat. Instead, I held my baby tighter and took a step forward. “You want to get physical?” “This is Rowan’s firstborn son. Rowan is the Alpha’s designated heir.” “If my pup gets hurt even a little, you’ll pay dearly! And your entire family will be punished because of you!” No matter how angry Amelia was, my words scared her enough to lower her hand, though her teeth were clenched. She stared hard at the child in my arms, her eyes full of suspicion. “Chloe, don’t try to fool me. What kind of trick did you use to deceive Rowan and Alpha Alexander? There’s no way this child could be Rowan’s!” I gently patted my baby, soothing the little one who’d been woken by the noise, and looked up at her. “Oh? Do you know what the charge is for slandering the future Luna?” A year ago, rumors had spread like wildfire that Rowan, Alpha Alexander’s heir, was about to lose his inheritance rights. Supposedly because he suffered from erectile dysfunction. So members of the Wolf Council had proposed making Rowan’s younger brother the heir instead. Of course, this matter concerned the pack’s stability and the Alpha family’s honor, so it was kept secret. And after I married Rowan and gave birth to his child, no one dared mention that gossip anymore. Even someone as stupid as Amelia wouldn’t dare expose that now. Amelia blurted out without thinking. “Because Rowan has—” She realized she couldn’t say these words and swallowed the rest. “Anyway, it’s impossible!” “You must have cheated on Rowan and had some bastard, trying to use this bastard to steal Rowan away from me!” I scoffed. “Steal? I’m the one who had a wedding ceremony with Rowan. You were once his mate, but you asked me to take your place and marry him. What, regretting it already?” Back then, when she heard Rowan was going to lose his heir position and even had erectile dysfunction, she immediately went into hiding. Who could have imagined that three years later, Rowan would still be the pack’s Alpha heir and have a child with me? “It was you who was jealous of me and used despicable means to force me to break the mate bond with Rowan!” “If I tell Rowan about this, do you think he’ll kill you on the spot, you slut?”

    Amelia acted completely righteous, as if she’d suffered some great injustice and deserved compensation. “You think Rowan actually cares about you?” Before I could respond, she sneered and looked around at the surroundings. “Rowan probably got sick of you, the illegitimate daughter, a long time ago. He knows you betrayed him! That’s why he dumped you and your bastard at this remote estate, leaving you here to die!” “Chloe, you really think you can hold onto the position of Rowan’s wife? Things that don’t belong to you—you’ll never have them in this lifetime!” Amelia stood with her hands on her hips, looking at me smugly. I just pulled at the corner of my mouth, giving her a mocking smile. “Let me guess why you came here to cause trouble today.” Amelia’s face instantly froze. I continued leisurely. “I heard you still haven’t found anyone to marry you? So you’re getting desperate.” Ever since she broke off her engagement with Rowan, the men in the pack had all seen through her hypocritical facade. I heard that at one party, she tried to seduce Rowan’s younger brother, but he threw her naked body out of the room and refused to touch her. After that, her reputation got even worse. Even the Gammas she used to look down on now treated her like a joke. I continued contemptuously: “Even if I wanted to give Rowan back to you, do you think he’d still want you?” Amelia’s face went through shades of red and white. Clearly, she hadn’t expected me to know her situation so well. If I hadn’t wanted to come to this countryside villa to relax after getting pregnant, Amelia wouldn’t even have had a chance to see me. “Even if Rowan hates me, he would never want a lowly illegitimate daughter like you!” Amelia said, her eyes landing on my chest with a smirk: “I don’t think any man would want a woman as flat as a board like you!” Of course I hadn’t forgotten how Amelia had mocked me since childhood. Mocking my small breasts. Mocking my dry, dull hair. But after marriage, Rowan treated me like a treasure. I was no longer the ugly duckling who let others ridicule her. I raised my hand to slap her, but just as I lifted it, someone grabbed my wrist. “Chloe, how could you treat your elder sister like this!” I turned and saw my father, James. I laughed coldly: “Dad, you came at the perfect time. Tomorrow is your birthday, and I have a gift for you!” I signaled for my maid to bring over the box from my drawer. It was filled with photos of young male wolf warriors. I handed the photos to James: “I know you’ve been worried about finding Amelia a husband, so I put together some profiles of decent men. You two can take a look.” Amelia’s hands trembled with rage when she saw the photos: “Dad! Look at this bitch, she’s doing this on purpose! How could these lowly men possibly be worthy of me!” But James ignored her and actually started looking through them seriously. Amelia furiously tore up all the photos: “Dad! You really want me to marry trash like this? I’m your real daughter!” James felt terrible too. He never expected things would turn out this way. Otherwise, he never would have let Amelia break her mate bond with Rowan. James frantically picked up the photos from the ground, then said: “Amelia, you’re already twenty-six. You’re not young anymore. You can’t be as picky as before. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find you a man who’ll treat you well and won’t let you suffer.” “I want to marry Rowan! I don’t want these lowly men!” Amelia grabbed James’s arm and started whining. James looked at me pleadingly, shamelessly asking: “Chloe, actually Rowan was supposed to be Amelia’s, so maybe…” I rolled my eyes and cut him off before he could finish: “Dad, since you don’t like the birthday gift I prepared for you, forget it.” I turned to the maid beside me: “Show them out! Also, from now on, no one is allowed in without my permission! My baby and I need peace and quiet.” “Yes, ma’am!” The maid immediately called two guards, who dragged Amelia and James out and threw them out the door. Amelia’s shrill voice came from outside. “Chloe, how dare you treat me like this! Just you wait!” Hearing her threat, the maid frowned and asked me worriedly. “Should we tell the master about this?” I shook my head. “Don’t bother with her.”

    The next day, I was awakened by chaotic shouting. The room was engulfed in flames, and explosions went off one after another. The maid burst through the door, her face white as paper. “Ma’am, get up! The house is on fire!” I grabbed my coat and wrapped it around me, then snatched up my son who was still sound asleep in his cradle. “How did the fire start so suddenly?” The maid escorted me toward the back door. “The explosions are still going. Everyone’s searching for any remaining explosives, but no one knows why the fire spread so fast.” Just then, through the choking smoke, I caught a faint smell of gasoline. My heart sank. I held my baby tighter and discreetly activated the alarm app on my phone. The next second, a group of rogues rushed out from the shadows and blocked our path. The guards immediately stepped in front of me and shouted fiercely. “Get out of the way! If Alpha Alexander and Rowan find out you hurt her, they won’t let you off!” But the rogues weren’t afraid at all. They charged straight at us. Just then, several wolf warriors arrived and blocked the rogues, engaging them in combat. One of the warriors shielded us behind him: “Follow me! I know a safe route.” The maid and I followed close behind him, escaping the estate and ducking into the nearby forest. But the warrior leading us suddenly stopped and lunged at me. I was already on guard. I dodged sideways and shoved my crying baby into the maid’s arms. I pulled out the gun hidden in my sleeve and pressed it against his head. “Talk. Who sent you?” This man wore a wolf warrior’s uniform, but his cover was full of holes. Real wolf warriors were all skilled fighters. This guy couldn’t even handle basic combat moves. Surprisingly, with a gun to his head, he wasn’t scared. Instead, he laughed. He ripped off his mask, revealing a face I never wanted to see again in my life. “Cousin, long time no see.” It was Hunter, Amelia’s uncle’s son. Just then, a woman in a pink dress emerged from deep within the forest. “Chloe, where are you running off to?” My heart sank to the bottom. So all of this had been planned by Amelia. From the moment I smelled the gasoline, I knew this fire was deliberately set. I’d thought it was the rogues’ doing. I never expected it was Amelia. No wonder those rogues only fought with the wolf warriors and didn’t try to stop me. They’d deliberately led me here. “Amelia, do you know that conspiring with rogues to betray the pack is punishable by death?” I demanded coldly. Amelia put on an innocent look, gazing around in feigned confusion. “Betraying the pack? Chloe, are you losing your mind? When did I ever betray the pack? Obviously you fell in love with Hunter and were running away with him, and I just happened to catch you.” There was no one else in the forest except us. Looking toward the estate, the fire was almost out. So this was her real goal. Not to burn me alive, but to create evidence of my affair. Hunter beside me was staring at me with his slimy gaze, nodding eagerly in agreement. “Right, right! Chloe and I are truly in love, but we couldn’t be together. I had no choice but to take her away!”

    I stared at Amelia, my gaze cold as ice. “Amelia, aren’t you afraid that if the baby gets hurt today, Rowan will tear your heart out and feed it to the dogs?” Amelia just sneered mockingly. “Baby? That’s just some bastard you had with another man! No wait, I should say—it’s Hunter’s kid.” Hunter actually had the nerve to nod along. “That’s right—I never expected you to secretly have my baby.” “If you don’t want Rowan to find out and kill you, come with me now!” He didn’t look like he was acting. He actually believed this child was his. I glanced at him, then looked at Amelia who was laughing arrogantly, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Hunter, looks like you still don’t know—three years ago, the person you fucked until she nearly passed out was Amelia. Did you really think it was me this whole time?” On my eighteenth birthday, my father James threw me a small birthday party. Hunter came that day too. From the moment he saw me, he had twisted intentions. Amelia made a deal with Hunter that day, using me as the bargaining chip. She wanted to trade my virginity for a bracelet. The bracelet wasn’t even expensive—for her, it was just the cost of ordering a bottle at a nightclub. But for her, humiliating me was life’s greatest pleasure. At my birthday party, Amelia drugged my drink with an aphrodisiac. Then she personally led Hunter, who had willingly taken the same drug, into my room. But what she never expected was that I’d already swapped that drugged drink with hers. When she pushed Hunter into my room, the drug kicked in for her. And with Hunter already out of his mind, things happened. The two of them went at it like animals in heat in my room, even breaking my bed frame. But I never expected that to this day, Hunter still didn’t know the person he’d slept with that night was Amelia. “Shut up!” Her most disgusting secret exposed, Amelia’s face went white instantly. “Hunter, don’t listen to her lies! She just stole my position and doesn’t want to give up being Rowan’s mate!” Hunter was an idiot too—he actually believed her bullshit. “Chloe, just come with me quietly. If Rowan finds out this child isn’t his, you’re dead!” He stepped forward to grab the baby. “Let me see my son—” “Back off!” I shouted, pulling the maid back two steps to create distance. “Who said this child isn’t Rowan’s?” Hearing this, Amelia shook her head regretfully. “I didn’t expect you to still be so stubborn at this point.” “But then again, you probably don’t know.” She wore a knowing expression. “Rowan has erectile dysfunction. He can never have children.” “I don’t know what tricks you used to fool everyone, but you can’t fool me.” “Why else do you think I had you marry Rowan in my place?” Amelia sneered coldly. “You might fool everyone for now, but can you fool them forever?” She leaned close to my ear and whispered: “Who the real lover is doesn’t matter. I just need to make Rowan suspect you, hate you. What Rowan hates most is betrayal!” As soon as she finished speaking, footsteps came from the distance, along with flashlight beams sweeping toward us. Amelia paused, then smiled. “My dear sister, Rowan is here. What do you think—when he sees you with Hunter, will he believe me or you?” Before I could answer, she shoved Hunter toward me and screamed: “Rowan! Chloe is over here!” The people in the distance heard her shout and immediately ran this way. The man in front wore a black trench coat. His face was handsome as a sculpture, his eyes cold as ice. It was my mate, Rowan.

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  • My Rich Parents Faked Bankruptcy

    My once-wealthy parents, after their public fall from grace, feared facing their enraged creditors. So, overnight, they shipped me off to a remote African village, a place so obscure it wasn’t even on the map. Later, a rare malaria outbreak hit the village, causing widespread death and devastation. Terrified, I called my parents, begging them to bring me home, but only received a cold reply: “You’re not the pampered princess you once were. What, can’t you manage on your own?” “We spent so much money sending you away precisely because we didn’t want you harassed by those creditors. Why can’t you understand our good intentions?” “Anyway, we don’t have money for your plane ticket now. You’re on your own!” Clinging to a final shred of hope, I called my fiancé. What I got was a torrent of accusations from him: “Skylar, why are you still so delicate? Do you even know what Tiffany is going through here?” “You’re living it up overseas, while Tiffany can’t even leave the house because of those debt collectors.” “If you call me again, I’m canceling our engagement immediately!” He blocked my number, completely severing my hope of returning home. From that day on, I endured the torment of illness, fighting tooth and nail for a scrap of food, often ending up bruised and bloody. Just as I was despairing enough to contemplate suicide, the international rescue team finally arrived. They brought me clean water and food, and gave me antibiotics and vaccines. Finally back home, I saw my fiancé and my adoptive sister flaunting their lavish wedding on Ins. That’s when I found out the “bankruptcy” was a sham. My parents just wanted to get rid of me, to clear the way for my fiancé and my adoptive sister to be together.

    After leaving the wedding venue, I went straight to the hospital. Malaria is somewhat contagious, and even though the virus was completely cleared, I still needed to check into the hospital daily for a while, reporting my physical condition. Dr. Liam Smith, my attending physician who returned with me, saw my constant silence and thought I was homesick. He comforted me, saying I could go home after my blood was drawn. But he couldn’t have known that from today, I no longer had a home. As I stepped out of the blood draw room, my phone started ringing furiously. It was my dad, whom I hadn’t heard from in ages. The moment I answered, his furious roar filled my ears: “Skylar, what exactly did you mean by that comment under the video? Were you doing it on purpose?!” “Do you know that because of your comment, Tiffany has been crying her eyes out? She’s your sister, why are you so intent on seeing her unhappy?” I looked at my emaciated reflection in the mirror, then recalled the dazzling Tiffany at the wedding, and let out a bitter laugh: “What’s wrong with the comment? Didn’t I already wish them well? What? Do you want me to send them a lavish wedding gift too?” “Dad, just tell me the truth. Is Tiffany your biological daughter, and I’m the one you adopted, right?” He seemed surprised by my words, and the breathing on the other end of the line hitched. Immediately after, the phone was snatched away, and my mom’s voice came through: “Skylar, you’re misunderstanding your sister. That wedding was just to make her happy, they didn’t even get a marriage license, so it doesn’t count.” “After all, your sister stayed behind to help you hold off the creditors, that’s why she couldn’t come with you. You should be thanking her!” At this very moment, my biological parents were still lying to themselves. Thinking of the truth I’d witnessed at the hotel entrance just moments ago, my heart felt like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe. After a long while, I spoke with self-mockery: “Thank her for stealing my family’s affection and my love?” Hearing my sarcasm, my dad’s angry growl erupted again: “You ungrateful wretch! Everything your mother and I do is for your own good, and you dare speak to us like that?!” “I’m telling you, if you don’t apologize to Tiffany, you can stay in Africa forever and never come back! I’ll pretend I never had a daughter like you!” With that, the phone was slammed down. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. Before, I always thought my parents didn’t know my true plight in Africa, which was why they were so cold and heartless. But when I got off the plane today, I learned that news of the malaria epidemic in Africa had long reached home. Even a five-year-old knows how terrifying malaria is. They simply didn’t care if I lived or died. As long as their favorite daughter was safe and sound, that was enough for them. Ever since Tiffany came into their lives, my dad’s company crisis not only resolved smoothly but also thrived. From then on, my dad became convinced she was the Stone family’s lucky charm, and his affection for her far surpassed what he showed me, his biological daughter. Anything Tiffany set her sights on, I had to give up unconditionally. When we were little, it was rooms, dolls, and princess dresses. When we grew up, it became my fiancé. They were willing to trick me with an absurd lie about bankruptcy and send me far away, all to prevent me from ruining Tiffany’s romance. Africa’s environment was harsh, with scarce food and drinking water. But even more terrifying was the omnipresent virus. It wasn’t until I contracted malaria and had several near-death experiences that I truly understood what fear was. Recalling the moments when I desperately fought for survival, only to be repeatedly rejected by my closest relatives, a surge of intense rage filled my heart. Even if it killed me, I would never apologize to Tiffany!

    Because one of my blood indicators was high, I needed to be temporarily isolated and couldn’t leave the hospital. To put my mind at ease, Dr. Liam Smith offered to go home in my stead and reassure my parents. I wanted to tell him not to bother, that no one cared if I lived or died. But meeting his earnest gaze, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse. After all, if it weren’t for Dr. Smith, I probably would have died in a foreign land. Sighing lightly, I sent him the address. Because the call remained connected, I could clearly hear my parents’ voices. Upon hearing Dr. Smith’s purpose, my dad’s furious voice immediately flared: “What new stunt is Skylar pulling now?! She went to Africa and still can’t behave? No wonder even her own fiancé doesn’t like her!” “And she got malaria? Wouldn’t it be better if you just said she died?” “I don’t care how much money Skylar spent to hire you for this performance, please tell that ungrateful child that if she insists on not apologizing to Tiffany, she can forget about ever leaving Africa!” Listening to my dad’s angry roar, my heart ached, yet I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. He probably forgot how long it had been since he last gave me any allowance. Hire an actor? If I truly had that kind of spare cash, I wouldn’t have had to fight someone over half a dry pancake, ending up with a clump of my hair pulled out. Dr. Smith was completely unprepared for such a response. He stood stunned for a long moment before speaking again: “I… I truly am a doctor from the Central Hospital, and a member of the medical team that aided Africa this time. Your daughter…” “That’s enough! Haven’t you performed enough?” “Forget about malaria, even if she truly died out there, her mother and I wouldn’t shed a single tear for her!” With that, without waiting for Dr. Smith to respond, the door was slammed shut. Dr. Smith instinctively covered the phone’s microphone. He then belatedly remembered his still-connected phone and quickly hung up. But everything that needed to be heard, and everything that shouldn’t have, I had heard crystal clear. Although I had told myself a thousand times to completely give up on this couple, at that moment, my eyes still burned with tears, and my hand beneath the covers gripped the bedsheet tightly. The parental love that was so easily accessible to others was an untouchable luxury for me. Perhaps, I should have given up on this false family affection long ago. [Skylar, are you… okay?] Even though it was just a text message, I could feel Dr. Smith’s concern and worry. See? A stranger I’d known for less than a month could care for me so much, yet my parents, whom I’d spent over twenty years with, treated me like dirt. Skylar, how ridiculous you are! My trembling hand typed out a line: [I’m fine. I already knew this would be the outcome, I’m used to it…]

    There were three other people isolated with me. Each of them had family concern and companionship, while I was all alone. I often saw pity and sympathy in their eyes. But compared to that sympathy, what chilled me more was the balance in my bank account. My illness wasn’t difficult to treat, but it required an expensive imported medication. And the price of this imported medication was something I couldn’t afford. Because Tiffany once claimed, “Skylar might go astray if she has too much money,” my dad only gave me about $70 a month for living expenses. Tiffany, meanwhile, received a staggering $14,000 a month. So, while Tiffany was on a wild shopping spree, I could barely make ends meet by working part-time handing out flyers. Fresh out of college, I hadn’t even had a chance to submit my resume before my parents tricked me into going to Africa. Now, my bank account balance was only three digits. How could that amount possibly buy imported medicine? Dr. Smith noticed my predicament and proactively covered all my medical expenses. After being discharged, I still chose to go home. Because I really didn’t want to trouble Dr. Smith anymore; I already owed him too much. Upon arriving home, I was greeted not by my parents’ warm concern, but by my dad’s teacup. Since it happened so suddenly, I couldn’t dodge in time, and the scalding tea splashed onto my exposed arm, instantly turning my skin bright red. But my dad wasn’t satisfied; he pointed at my nose and yelled: “Who allowed you to come back to the country without permission? And who bought your plane ticket?” “Was it that actor you hired earlier? He even lied to me that you had malaria, but you look perfectly fine!” “You’re full of lies, Skylar. How could I have given birth to such a morally corrupt daughter!” “If only Tiffany were my biological daughter, how wonderful that would be!” That last sentence made me sharply lift my head and stare intently at my dad: “Dad, aren’t you the one full of lies? You used bankruptcy as an excuse to send me to Africa, leaving me to fend for myself.” “If I could, I’d rather not be your biological daughter…” Before I could finish, a clear slap mark appeared on my left cheek. My dad’s eyes were bloodshot, looking at me as if I were his enemy: “You wretch, you have no gratitude at all! Get out, just get out!” If it weren’t for needing to gather money to pay back Dr. Smith, I wouldn’t have wanted to step foot in this house. Just as the atmosphere grew tense, Tiffany hypocritically walked up to me, took my hand, and said: “Skylar, Dad lying about bankruptcy and sending you to Africa was also for your own good. He just wanted to train you to be a capable successor.” Her tone was sincere, but her fingernails dug deeply into my palm. Without thinking, I immediately shook her hand off. I hadn’t used much force, but Tiffany stumbled backward and fell. She sat on the floor, eyes wide, her face full of hurt: “Skylar, you misunderstood me! I really didn’t mean to steal Brandon from you.” “Even though you’ve always looked down on me and thought I wasn’t worthy of being your sister, in my heart, you’ll always be my big sister.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. My dad slapped me twice more. The sharp sound of the slaps echoed in the empty living room. I distinctly saw Tiffany’s triumphant smirk hidden beneath her tear-filled eyes. “You wretch! If I had known you were so malicious, I should have strangled you the moment you were born!”

    The farce ended with my dad giving Tiffany an unlimited black card as compensation. I didn’t care; I just wanted to go back to my room as quickly as possible to see if I had any jewelry or valuables left to sell. But opening the door, the sight before me made my breathing stop. In my own bedroom, my personal belongings were piled in a corner like trash, and my favorite white dress had several distinct footprints on it. And on my bed, a litter of stray cats lounged, cat hair flying everywhere, coating every corner of the room. The largest stray cat saw me and immediately arched its back defensively. It seemed as if it would attack me if I took another step inside. The memory of being attacked by stray cats as a child resurfaced in my mind, and my whole body involuntarily trembled. “Skylar, I’m so sorry, you came back so suddenly, I didn’t even have time to clean your room.” “My black cat is pregnant, so I had to bring her home. Your room is big and airy, perfect for cats. Dad said you wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so I didn’t tell you about it.” “Skylar, you’re not going to be petty about this, are you?” Tiffany’s voice held a challenging tone, and the malice in her eyes was unconcealed. Seeing my pale face, she walked closer, in excellent spirits, and whispered to me: “Skylar, I heard you’re terrified of cats. Do you like this gift I gave you?” “If I were you, I’d just stay in Africa and not come back. Anyway, no one in this family loves you!” “I advise you to leave willingly, or don’t blame me for doing it myself!” When we were little, Tiffany secretly put several stray cats in my room to attack me while I slept. Now, she was using the same trick to try and drive me away. At this moment, I could no longer suppress the rage in my heart and grabbed her by the neck. Tiffany froze for a second, then immediately screamed: “Dad, Mom, come save me! Skylar suddenly went crazy, she’s trying to kill me!” “I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t dare do it again, Skylar, please let me go!” “Skylar, I really didn’t know you were afraid of cats, I won’t ever just use your room again!” Even with my hands around her neck, Tiffany didn’t forget to act. Just as I was about to slap her again, my hair was violently yanked. The sudden sharp pain made me instantly release Tiffany. My dad violently threw me to the ground. “You little wretch! You’ve been home for less than half an hour and you’ve already thrown the house into chaos.” “Get out! From now on, I’ll pretend I don’t have a daughter like you.” My mom, even, rushed over and shielded Tiffany with her own body. “Skylar! How did you become like this?! What did your sister ever do wrong that you have to bully her again and again?” “I gave her permission to use your room to keep cats. If you’re angry, take it out on me!” My biological parents fiercely protected their adopted daughter, yet looked at me, their own flesh and blood, with hatred. At that moment, the light in my eyes completely died. I had truly become an orphan. My hair was disheveled, and both sides of my face bore clear slap marks, but I didn’t hesitate, trembling as I leaned against the wall to stand up. Now, I just wanted to leave this place forever and never come back. I said nothing, slowly making my way down the stairs, leaning on the railing. “Wait!” My mom’s voice, filled with a hint of concern, spoke up: “Skylar, why are you so thin? And why do you have so many needle marks on your arm?”

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  • The Child They Never Knew

    Another winter descended, and I found myself back in New York, paying my respects to my late parents. As I was leaving the cemetery, I ran into Liam Thompson. He held a bouquet of pink roses, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes when he looked up. “When did you get back to New York?” “Yesterday.” I had no intention of catching up. I quickened my pace, ready to leave. But as I glanced back, I saw the tombstone in front of him. Lily. He was mourning our deceased child. The cemetery steps were covered in moss, making my steps falter. Liam always had that effect on me, effortlessly stirring ripples in my otherwise calm heart. Beneath it, inscribed: Father Liam Thompson, Mother Chloe Brown. I took a deep breath and placed a single flower before the tombstone. “There was really no need for a tombstone. She was only a five-month-old fetus when she died.” Liam didn’t respond. He cleared the weeds from the grave, then carefully placed the pink roses into a nearby vase. “You come back to visit every year?” “Yeah.” “Me too.” Five years, the same cemetery, yet we’d never crossed paths. Perhaps that was our destiny. A light drizzle began to fall from the grey sky, chilling my face. My hands trembled as I lit a cigarette. Through the haze of smoke, I saw Liam’s surprised eyes. “When did you start smoking?” I saw the disappointed look on his face, like I’d failed him, and let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, that’s a blast from the past. I’ll have to really dig deep for that one.” “Was it when you got engaged? Married? Or maybe the day you abandoned me on my birthday for your ex-wife?” Liam’s eyes flickered. He instinctively reached out to touch my head. I recoiled. “Chloe, what happened back then, I was wrong. Are you still angry at me because of our child?” The cigarette tip was damp from the rain, making it hard to draw. “Don’t flatter yourself. There’s nothing to be angry about. I insisted on having that child back then; it’s my own fault I couldn’t keep her.” My connection with Liam was also something I’d practically begged for. So when it finally broke, I swore I’d never look back once I left. Liam sighed. “Chloe, I was wrong about what happened then.” “But… I was doing it for your own good.” I smiled, looking at the dying cigarette in my hand. “Getting tangled up with her, abandoning me countless times for her – that was ‘for my own good’?” “Forcing me to abort our five-month-old baby, then pawning me off for an arranged marriage? That was ‘for my own good’?” “Liam, cut the crap. I stopped falling for that when I was eighteen.” Frustrated, I glanced around, then shoved the cigarette into his palm. I lowered my gaze, straightened my coat, and turned to walk down the path. The cemetery was secluded, and the rain was getting heavier. I couldn’t get an Uber. With a soft hum, Liam’s black Maybach pulled up smoothly in front of me. The dark window rolled down, revealing only a narrow slit. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride.” I checked my Uber app – still no driver. Eventually, I opened the car door. As soon as I opened it, Sophia waved at me. “Long time no see, Chloe. Liam said you were back, and at first, I thought he was joking, but you really are back in New York…” Sophia was Liam’s ex-wife, and now his secretary. Or maybe even his current wife.

    Before, I might have thrown a fit, demanding Liam kick her out so I could sit in the passenger seat. Or I would’ve just walked away, muttering a string of curses. But this time, I just closed the door and slid into the car. “Chloe, you look so much more mature. You’re different.” I hummed in response, looking out at the traffic, trying to control the turmoil inside me with each breath. “How long are you staying this time? If you have a moment, come over to our house. My parents miss you.” Liam met my gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes shrouded in a mist I couldn’t decipher. When I was ten, my parents died in an accident at the Thompson family’s construction site. The incident caused a huge scandal and severely damaged their reputation. The Thompson family took me in. Because of that, I was considered half a daughter to them. Sophia turned to me. “She’s right, come home with us. They were just talking about you yesterday…” Her words dripped with the air of a woman who owned the place. I frowned, cutting off her incessant chatter. “I don’t have a home.” Liam glanced at me, his eyes dimming. Sophia, sensing the mood, wisely shut her mouth. After giving the hotel address, I closed my eyes and didn’t speak again. When we arrived at the hotel, I got out without a word, slamming the door shut. Liam rolled down his window and called out to my retreating back, “Come back and visit sometime.” I sped up, not looking back. My colleague in the shared room was already asleep. I showered quietly and slipped into bed. “You’re back? The boss said tomorrow night we’re meeting a big client, and he told me to tell you to dress nicely.” My colleague mumbled a few words in her sleep-addled state before starting to snore again. But I never imagined the “big client” my boss mentioned would be Liam. “Oh my god, he’s so hot! I heard he’s the only heir to New York’s wealthiest family, and he expanded half of the Thompson family’s business empire. And the best part? He’s single.” Single… He and Sophia hadn’t remarried? The quiet squeals of my female colleagues filled the air. I remembered the first time I saw Liam when I was ten. My heart had let out the same kind of squeal. He was twenty-three then, just back from studying abroad. His white shirt only emphasized his sharp features and fair complexion. Unfortunately, he was arguing with his parents at the time, all because of his poor girlfriend. “I told you, I’ll only marry her in this life!” Liam grabbed a crystal glass and smashed it. Flying shards cut my calf. I bit my lip, holding back tears. The nanny beside me, horrified, quickly hugged me and took me to get bandaged, fearing New York media would capture it and accuse the Thompson family of abuse. Later, Liam came to apologize. “Hey, sorry I scared you earlier.” He pressed a chocolate into my hand. The chocolate was sweet, and it melted into my heart. From then on, I became Liam’s little shadow, following him wherever he went. Naturally, I became his convenient alibi whenever he went on dates with Sophia. Back then, I was happy to do it. Later, when I wasn’t, it nearly cost me half my life. “Chloe! Chloe!” “The boss is calling you!” A sharp jab to my elbow jolted me awake. I looked up and met Liam’s dark eyes.

    “Chloe, quickly, come toast Mr. Thompson.” I hastily poured champagne into a small glass and walked around the table to stand before Liam. “Mr. Thompson, I toast you.” One glass down. Liam’s brow furrowed slightly. I poured another. As I raised the glass, Liam abruptly stood up. “Stop drinking.” I ignored him, quickly refilled, and drank two more glasses. “Mr. Thompson, please, drink at your own pace.” Under the curious gazes of everyone, I returned to my seat. As the toasts went around, Liam barely touched his drink. When my colleague Amy raised her glass, she stared at Liam’s face for a long, long time, then drunkenly spoke to me. “Chloe, why does Mr. Thompson look so much like your son?!” The words dropped like a bombshell, exploding in the private room. Liam’s head snapped up, his eyes like deep wells, dark and scrutinizing, probing for answers. Amy was about to pull out her phone to show everyone a picture when the door opened. “Sorry, I’m late.” A striking figure stood in the doorway. It was Sophia. I’d almost forgotten she was Liam’s secretary now; she wouldn’t miss an occasion like this. “You haven’t been drinking, have you?” “Your medical report said you have slightly high blood pressure; you should be careful with alcohol.” Liam shook his head. “No, I haven’t.” Seeing Sophia’s authoritative air, Amy sheepishly put her phone away and sat back next to me. “Who said he was single? That woman practically has ‘wife’ tattooed on her forehead.” Amy grumbled grudgingly, then raised her glass and downed the rest of her drink. Sophia took her seat, pausing when she saw me. In the end, the contract wasn’t finalized, but plenty of alcohol was consumed. Our boss, however, had only been introduced through a connection this time; his true aim wasn’t really the contract. “Mr. Thompson, next time you’re doing business, please consider Sterling Corp.!” Outside the hotel, the wind was biting. It stung my forehead, and my stomach churned with nausea. Liam’s gaze cut through the crowd, settling on me. A flicker of urgency crossed his usually indifferent expression. “What’s wrong? Stomach ache?” He bent down, and in front of everyone, picked me up and carried me to his car. “Mr. Smith, I’m taking your employee. As for the contract, we can discuss it.” With that, before anyone could react, he hit the gas and sped off. “Chloe… where does it hurt? Here? Or there?” His familiar voice buzzed in my ears, but I couldn’t open my eyelids. In the smooth ride of the back seat, I lay in Liam’s arms, burrowing deeper into his warm chest. I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed, an IV drip in my arm. Outside the door, voices clamored. “Liam, look closely at who’s lying in there!” “You’re thirty-six now, not twenty-six! You’re past the age of impulsive acts for love!” “If I hadn’t covered up that mess back then, do you think it would have passed so easily? The Thompson family would have been ruined!” Sophia’s hushed voice still reached my ears, every word clear. “Enough! I know!” “There are some things I just have to get clear!” I lay in bed, watching the IV drip. The coldness from the fluid gradually seeped into my heart and lungs. Liam was the most stubbornly devoted person I’d ever met in our social circle. He’d stop at nothing to marry Sophia. All his passionate youthful rebellions were for Sophia. When I was thirteen, he got his wish and married Sophia.

    When I was eighteen, he and Sophia divorced, a messy affair that rocked the city. Five years of marriage, and it ended up costing Thompson Industries 5% of its original shares. Everyone said Sophia came from a humble background and only clung to Liam for those shares. Everyone said Liam was shrewd in business but foolish in love. One night, drunk, I found myself in his bed. All the childish adoration and longing I’d harbored found their release in that moment. Liam almost fled my room that morning, saying, “Chloe, let’s pretend nothing happened. It’s for your own good.” After that, Liam went through a string of lovers. Every one of them bore some resemblance to Sophia. He accepted anyone, but never me. I cried and pleaded, demanding he be with me. He couldn’t stand my tantrums, and he feared my madness, so he agreed. “Alright.” So we became a secret. By day, I was the charming Thompson family princess; by night, I was the woman in his bed. Even if it meant never having a title, I was willing. But Sophia came back. One message from her shattered the bond I’d painstakingly fought for. [Liam, I’m back in the city.] That day was my birthday. Liam didn’t even lift an eyelid. He grabbed his jacket and walked out. “Don’t wait up for me. You go to sleep.” That night, headlines of Liam picking up his ‘white moonlight’ sweetheart late at night filled a third of the newspaper. And I, staring at a table full of uneaten food, felt utterly desolate. That time, I didn’t leave. I waited at home for Liam to return and give me an explanation. But this time, I had to leave. I swung my legs out of bed, pulled out the IV needle, and slipped out through a side door. The next morning, my boss excitedly posted a notice in the whatsapp group. [There’s hope for the Thompson Group contract!] [Reschedule! We’re flying back in three days.] I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe that the Thompson Group would choose a small processing plant like ours. My gut told me something was off. I took leave from my boss, citing my child’s illness. I booked a flight home for that day. As I walked out of the hotel lobby, my phone rang. [Chloe, let’s meet.] [I want to know about the child.] My phone felt hot in my hand. My heart, calm for so many years, began to ripple. After Sophia returned, Liam’s affair with her reignited. One message, one phone call, and Liam would abandon me. I remember one time, we were in bed, the act unfinished, and he was already pulling on his pants, ready to leave. “What do I even mean to you?” Liam looked down, buckling his belt, not even glancing at me. “Chloe, if you can’t accept this, then let’s just end it.” He was always like that – no explanation, no reason. If I caused a scene, he’d immediately threaten to break up. My silent treatment, my tears, my outbursts – nothing worked. Later, I watched them, always together, standing side by side, becoming the couple everyone agreed was perfect. Even Liam’s parents, who had initially opposed Sophia, eventually fell silent. Liam started bringing Sophia home, once, twice, three times. Sophia would bring me many gifts, treating me like a sister. I usually gave her the cold shoulder and spoke harshly. Liam couldn’t deal with me, always asking what I wanted. “Are you going to abandon me and remarry her?!” Every time I made a scene, so much so that Liam couldn’t even speak.

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