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My sister, Selene, and I fought for ten long years over Lucian, the Alpha heir of the Shadowhowl Pack. In my first life, I won. For seven brutal years, I gave him six sons. After I delivered the seventh, he pushed me off a cliff at my weakest moment. As I fell, his icy voice echoed. “Your only value was breeding strong heirs. Seven is enough. You can disappear now.” I died consumed by hatred. In my second life, I simply walked away. I thrust the engagement ring into Selene’s hands. “Go on, Selene. You’re the one Lucian truly wants.” Five years later, our mother’s loyal physician risked her life to bring back a bruised and battered Selene. Selene wailed, “Aria! Lucian never love me! He only used me as a sex toy! He beat me every single night.” Soon after, Selene died. Then I opened my eyes again, reborn. This was my third life. Lucian arrived once more, proposal in hand. Selene and I exchanged bewildered glances. That bastard Lucian, who does he actually want to marry? My mother, Evelyn, looked at the nameless engagement agreement, just as confused as we were. She asked, “Is Lucian marrying Aria?” Mom thought of me first because Lucian and I had been childhood sweethearts. Lucian hadn’t found his true mate yet. His father, Marcus, the Alpha of the Shadowhowl Pack, wanted him to marry into our family as soon as possible. I was still reeling when Lucian nodded, answering my mother. “Yes, I’m marrying Aria.” I quickly refused. “No, I’m not marrying him.” The nightmare of my first life was still searingly clear in my mind. For eight years, Lucian wove a fantasy for me, saying he loved children and wanted the pack to flourish. He allowed no recovery, no respite. Six pregnancies in seven years. The pack toasted my fertility, envying the “perfect love” between Lucian and me. Until the eight winter arrived. After giving birth to my seventh child, I suffered a severe hemorrhage because my body was too weak. As the healers fought to save me, Lucian waved them away. He leaned in close, forcing wolfsbane poison down my throat. “Aria, I don’t love you. This marriage was your doing, not mine. Now that seven children are enough. My breeding tool has served its purpose. Go die.” Rage simmered within me. I fought through the excruciating pain tearing through my insides, weeping and desperate for an answer. Lucian hesitated, then said, “Fine, I’ll tell you. The one I truly love is-” But I died before I could hear him finish. The agony of my first life made my whole body tremble, yet my mind was clearer than ever. I refused again. “Mom, I’m not marrying him.” Mom knew. She’d watched me trail after Lucian since we were kids. I’d waited an entire month, sick with dread, the first time he went on a rogue patrol. When he came back bleeding, I didn’t sleep for two weeks, tending to him. Mom stared at me, her confusion plain. “Aria, didn’t you used to say you absolutely had to marry Lucian?” I shook my head firmly. “That was a child’s vow, Mom. I didn’t know better then. I’ll find my real mate someday.” Mom’s face was etched with shock. She then turned to Lucian, apologizing. “Lucian, Aria is unwilling, and I can’t force her. How about Selene? She likes you too.” Selene, who had been silent until now, flinched and shook her head vigorously. “Mom, I’m not marrying him either.” Mom scolded her. “What’s wrong with you?” Selene glanced at me, stammering, “I… I’ll also marry my true mate someday. And he’ll be here to propose soon.”

Mom could only offer an awkward, apologetic laugh. “Lucian, I’m so sorry. I can’t force my daughters. Perhaps you should seek an alliance with another family.” Lucian, probably feeling his pride wounded, had kept a calm facade until now, but his expression finally tightened. He blurted out. “No! My father, Alpha Marcus, insisted I marry one of your daughters!” He then slammed the engagement agreement onto the table and turned to leave. As he walked away, he left us with a single chilling threat. “You have three days to decide. If you can’t make up your minds, I’ll just pick one of you myself!” After Lucian left, Mom, frantic, nudged us both. “If you two don’t want to marry Lucian, then hurry up and find your own mates!” Selene and I just stared at each other, utterly bewildered. For years, we’d been locked in a bitter struggle over Lucian, barely giving any other man a second glance. How were we supposed to know where our mates were? Mom noticed our unusual behavior, her brows furrowed. “Didn’t you two just say you’d already found your mates?” Seeing we couldn’t keep it a secret any longer, we finally told Mom everything about our rebirths. At first, Mom didn’t believe us, but as we recounted the details so vividly, she eventually accepted it. She concluded that the Moon Goddess must have given us a second chance, allowing us to be reborn. Then, Mom frowned. “So, who does Lucian actually love?” She asked.”If he already has someone in mind, why is he so determined to marry one of you?” I shook my head, feeling lost and guilty. “I died too quickly in my last life; I didn’t hear him finish.” I looked at Selene. She looked equally helpless. “I have no idea either. Lucian never spoke a word of it to me.” After hours of frantic brainstorming and chaotic discussions, we finally decided to split up and uncover the truth. Mom would help us search for our true mates. Selene would scout all the females in the pack, looking for anyone connected to Lucian. And I, knowing him best, would go to read his intentions directly. When I saw Lucian again, he was painting in his study. I saw a portrait of a woman, but it was only her back. Her face was missing. I leaned closer to ask. “Who is this woman you’re painting?” He calmly put down his brush. “Can’t you tell? Of course, I’m painting you.” A pang shot through my heart. I remembered how much Lucian loved to paint in my first life. He used to tell me he couldn’t capture my beauty on canvas because it was beyond any brushstroke, that I was too perfect in his heart. Now I know it was just another lie. I looked closely at the painting and noticed a small mole on the right side of the woman’s neck. I didn’t have one. I asked him directly, “Lucian, this isn’t me. I don’t have a mole on my right neck.” Lucian froze for a moment. When he recovered, he finally looked up at me, asking, “Aria, do you really want to know who she is?”

I took a deep breath, waiting for Lucian’s answer. But he just chuckled. “Silly girl, it really is you. That’s not a mole on her neck; it’s just a smudge of paint.” I was speechless for a moment. He continued, “We grew up together. I’ve always treated you better than any other girl.” His words made my heart soften slightly. He really had been good to me once. During the pack’s warrior training, he always personally taught me combat techniques. When I was sick, he would personally bring the medicine to my lips. And because I hated the bitter taste, he always had a candy ready for me afterward. Even in my first life, the wedding he gave me was legendary. The entire hall was a sea of ten thousand lilies, simply because my scent was lily. Such a kind person… I still don’t understand when he had changed. The sudden ache in my throat pulled me back to reality. I rubbed my nose, my voice muffled. “Lucian, if you truly wanted to marry me, why didn’t you write my name on the engagement agreement?” Lucian paused slightly, then continued. “Aria, everyone in the pack knows you and Selene have been fighting over me for years. I didn’t write your name to spare her feelings; she’s your sister, after all. I never thought you’d misunderstand me because of it and refuse out of spite.” The truth was, both Lucian and I knew Selene didn’t really care for Lucian. What she loved was the thrill of competing with me. When we were little, it was about toys, clothes, and our parents’ affection. As we grew up, she started going after anyone I showed interest in. My moment of distraction made Lucian think I was wavering. He didn’t miss a beat. “So, Aria, I’ve made up my mind. It’s always been you I wanted to marry. We’ll get officially engaged in three days. Once we’re married, I’ll make you your favorite cinnamon apple pie every day. How does that sound?” I looked at his sincere expression, fighting back tears, and choked out, “Okay, I’ll give you one more chance. But let’s skip the engagement ceremony. Selene would be heartbroken if she knew. Just come and marry me directly in three days.” Lucian let out a long sigh of relief, his face showing the expression of someone who had lost something precious and then found it again. Back home, Selene and Mom, Evelyn, were stunned when they heard the full story. Selene, uncharacteristically, didn’t argue with me. Instead, she slapped me. “Aria, snap out of it! You’re still going to marry a man like that? Haven’t you suffered enough in your first life?!” For the first time, I didn’t get angry with Selene. Instead, I calmly ran my hand over the wedding dress. “Marrying him is a must. But the bride won’t be me…”

Selene froze, her brows furrowed slightly. She asked uneasily, “You’re not trying to make me marry him, are you? I’ve never wanted to hurt you. If you dare to trick me, I’ll seriously get mad.” I rolled my eyes at her. “What are you thinking? In my last life, I thought Lucian liked you, which is why I let you marry him. Why would I ever hurt you like that again?” Selene finally let out a sigh of relief and continued, “So you mean, just find some Omega or a low-ranking female from the pack to be a stand-in bride?” I shook my head again. “Lucian is too arrogant and proud for that; he’d never marry a woman of low status. Besides, I don’t want to harm an innocent woman.” Selene frustratedly asked, “Then what do you want to do? Who else is there to marry?!” I looked up at Mom, Evelyn, and said softly, “Mom.” Mom gasped, stepping back two paces, waving her hands frantically. “Oh, no, not me! I’m old enough to be Lucian’s mother!” I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself. “I just want you to help with something. I think I know who Lucian truly loves.” Actually, I hadn’t realized it at first. Lucian had played his role perfectly; anyone listening would have believed he was genuinely in love with me. But his last sentence gave him away. I didn’t like cinnamon apple pie at all. In fact, I’d always hated the smell; it was stuffy and old-fashioned. However, he did remind me that there was indeed someone in the pack who absolutely loved cinnamon apple pie. And before coming home, I had specifically confirmed that person did have a small mole on the right side of her neck. So I made up my mind. Instead of openly defying Lucian, it was better to pretend to agree first. I leaned closer to Mom’s ear and whispered my plan. She immediately rushed out to prepare. Selene leaned on the table, laughing self-deprecatingly. “Aria, we fought over Lucian for so many years, only to lose to that woman. Are you really okay with that?” I smiled calmly. “Of course, there’s a part of me that’s not okay. But right now, I want revenge for both of us, for the suffering of our past two lives!” Selene wrapped her arm around mine-it was the first time she’d been so affectionate with me. “Alright, Aria. No more fighting between us. This time, we’re in this together. Let’s watch their downfall.” Lucian, wasn’t she the one you loved most, the one you most wanted to marry? I couldn’t wait to see how Lucian would react when she was actually delivered to him. The day before Lucian was supposed to marry me, Mom brought home two men. I recognized them. They were the twin sons of Alpha Rhys from the neighboring Wildthorn Pack. Mom excitedly told us, “My girls, I’ve finally found your true mates!” “What’s more, they are also heirs to a powerful werewolf pack. Their status, position, and strength are no less than that of that bastard Lucian!” Selene and I were speechless for a moment. Mom continued. “You two need to start dating these twins immediately! It would be best if they mark you tonight. Otherwise, other girls will snatch them up!” Selene and I looked at the tall, handsome twin brothers with golden curly hair in front of us and simultaneously agreed. On the spot, we signed engagement agreements with the twins. Holding the agreement, a huge weight finally lifted from my heart. I took Selene’s hand. “Come on, let’s go. Now, we’ll help Lucian prepare for his wedding. This time, I’m going to completely ruin his reputation!” The next day, Selene and Mom placed the thick white veil over the head of Lucian’s new bride. I smirked, a sarcastic smile playing on my lips. Lucian, this life, you’re finally marrying the one you truly desired, but the one you couldn’t publicly have…

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When I was dying of late-stage cancer, I fell in love with a “blind” massage therapist. Then I got pregnant. For my baby, I gave up chemo. I worked myself to the bone, saving every dollar for him and our child. I even signed a cornea-donation form—my final gift—so he could “see the world” after I was gone. But then, in the hospital director’s office, I saw a photo of him surfing—eyes bright, locked on the waves. “This is my son,” Director Vance said. I froze. “Your son… isn’t blind?” “Blind?” Vance laughed. “Of course not. He just has this weird hobby—loves role-playing. I heard he’s been pretending to be a blind massage therapist lately.” I looked down at my swollen belly. And I made up my mind. “Dr. Vance,” I said calmly, “sign me up for the new-drug trial. But under one condition—I want to play a role-playing game too.” Leaving the hospital, I finally heard Asher’s voice message. “Hey babe, pulling a double at the parlor tonight. That’s an extra twenty bucks toward your necklace.” Before, I’d have replied with a sixty-second voice memo, all honey and heartbeat. Now, my voice turned to ash before it could leave my throat. In that photo I’d just seen, he wore his half of a matching set with another woman. It’s an eight-figure custom design. A wave of bitter pain washed through me, seeping into my bones. Ding! Another voice message. “Why aren’t you answering? You don’t want it?” My fingers trembled, hitting the wrong icon. His reply was instant. “Why did you just send a period?” I stared at the screen. A sound escaped me-half laugh, half sob. He could see. He had always been able to see. Snowflakes needled my face. I threw open every door down the street. Finally, in a private booth, I found Asher, surrounded by people. A burst of laughter hit me first. “Asher, when are you going to reveal the truth?” He tilted his head back, draining half his glass. And for the first time, I truly saw those eyes. Cold, Sharp. Just as beautiful as they had been in my dreams. He used to sigh, saying that restoring his sight would take a cornea donor and a fortune in surgery. I had actually considered it. Donating my corneas to him after I died. I’d even researched what every part of my body was worth on the market. Surely, I could piece together a million. Giving him back the light was my last, desperate purpose. So tell me, Asher. What’s the price for three years of genuine love? At the table, his voice was flat, bored. “I’ll come clean whenever. I’m tired of her. She’s the one who can’t move on.” The girl from the photo lunged, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. Grinning, she went for the velvet box in his pocket. He caught her wrist. “That’s a five-dollar trinket. Yours is being delivered from the high-end boutique.” The room erupted. “Cheap girls get cheap prizes!” She pouted, all playful venom. “Asher, promise me one thing. When we get engaged, we invite that old hag to watch.” Asher took a drag of his cigarette. The ember glowed, then faded. He said nothing. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for it, Asher,” someone sneered. “That woman was devoted! Her mother’s entire life savings went to him. That’s the seed money for his ‘struggling blind masseur’ act.” In the roar of laughter, the world dissolved. I was falling. My mother’s last words, whispered through morphine, surfaced like a curse. “He’s an orphan. No family, no prospects. My darling…I’m just afraid he’ll break your heart.” But she still left the money to Asher. “My daughter is marrying you. This is her gift.” That day, Asher looked at the shop deed, face averted, hands trembling.

I thought he was too moved to speak. The truth was, he was fighting not to laugh. Every sacrifice my mother made, every piece of myself I broke off and gave, was just loose change in the ashtray of his decadent life. The girl tilted her head, her smile sweet. “Don’t laugh at Asher, guys. I’m the one who didn’t want to have a baby, so I told Asher to keep that one. If it’s a boy, he can buy it for two hundred thousand. I hear she’s stingy and materialistic. If it’s a girl? Just give her some child support.” Every word was a knife, stabbing into my chest. How I yearned for Asher to refute even one sentence. He only looked away. Then, a cackle cut the air. “Nicole, your prank target is so pathetic! Her old man got on his knees for ten grand, begging me to take his land! What a dirt poor? I nearly choked trying not to laugh!” The girl giggled, falling into Asher’s arms. Asher’s expression wasn’t good, as if he thought I had embarrassed him. But all I could see was my father’s hunched back, walking twenty miles through rough terrain. He finally placed the money in my hands. Every crumpled bill, every coin he’d saved for a lifetime. It was all meant for a surgery to make a blind man see. Mud crusted his clothes, but his eyes were bright. “My daughter is so beautiful… her husband must at least get a glimpse of her.” I watched the scene calmly. Inside, my world had already shattered. Ding. A new message from Dr. Vance. Attached was the confidentiality agreement, along with a text. “Hailey, I advise you to reconsider. The pain from this trial is unsustainable. Our attrition rate for male participants is nearly forty percent.” I signed my name directly. No. Nothing in any lab could ever hurt more than this. It was like I had planned to die in winter, only to be dragged back to life by excruciating pain. Back in my cramped apartment, I moved through the agony.I packed every trace of Asher into black bags and dragged them to the trash. I even cut up that precious scrapbook, my album of wishes. During bungee jumping, he held my trembling body. After fainting during diving, he nervously gave me CPR. When fear locked my joints at the plane’s edge, his laugh was the push that sent me falling. I thought those life-and-death firsts were shared treasures. To him, they were just items to check off a list. Asher came home, his blind cane tapping a deliberate, loud rhythm against the floor. He complained softly, “Why didn’t you come to pick me up?” In the past, I’d always rushed to meet with apologies and comfort. But not today. “Still pinching cents on gas? So cheap.” The word hung in the air. I couldn’t believe my ears. I was the one who saved on painkillers. Who stitched baby clothes by hand. Who, believing him an orphan, had never stinted on giving him everything. Even that was a lie. The silence turned suffocating. Asher’s mask slipped. Then, from my numb fingers, a small bottle slipped. It spun once, hollow and frantic, and stopped at his feet. My heart hammered against my ribs. If he took off his dark glasses, he would see the glaring ANTI-CANCER label on the bottle. Perhaps, he would feel a sliver of regret. All those nights I’d burned my eyes red, translating mountains of text to save pennies for a man who needed none of it. And he had always, always, pretended not to see. He began to bend down. His phone rang. Asher’s lips suddenly curved into a smile. He hurriedly tossed a box to me. “Your birthday gift. I need to take a client call.” I looked at the velvet box, feeling utterly hollow for the first time. As I walked into the room to get my medicine, I heard Asher’s soft chuckle on the phone. “It’s fine, her illness isn’t contagious. She should be fine by now; she’s just being dramatic.” “I secretly swapped out her medication, and nothing happened, did it?”

My head reeled. So that’s why I’ve been failing so fast. A wave of nausea twisted my insides. I scrambled to the bathroom, throwing up violently. Asher dropped his phone, his fists pounding on the door. “Hailey! Is it the morning sickness?” His voice was all false urgency. I didn’t answer. My eyes were fixed on the vivid, thread-like streaks of red swirling in the water. Then I calmly flushed them away. When I came out, I brushed away his hand as he reached to hug me. “I’m fine.” Asher’s smile stiffened. My odd behavior all evening was clearly irritating him. Upon seeing the unopened gift box, his anger reached its peak. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table. “I bought it for you, why haven’t you looked at it?” Did he expect me to be grateful for a fake? I slowly said, “I like it.” Before the words were fully out, a nosebleed gushed out without warning, and my vision began to blur. “Asher…” But he had already turned away, coldly muttering that an unsophisticated hick wouldn’t appreciate quality. Then he grabbed his blind cane and slammed the door shut as he left. I collapsed heavily to the floor. Warm blood continuously spilled from my nose and lips, quickly pooling around me. Outside the window, there was a sudden bang, bright as day. In a haze of agonizing pain, the words “Princess Nicole” illuminated my utterly pathetic state. My eyes glazed over as I watched. So beautiful. My phone vibrated madly. My bank account balance plummeted from $40,000 to zero. I laughed, a shaky, hysterical laugh. Asher was punishing me in the cruelest way possible. But he didn’t know that money was always meant for him. I had foolishly fantasized. How touched he would be when he received this inheritance. But in the end, all my desperate efforts were just part of a grand romantic gesture he made for someone else. My phone suddenly rang. I instinctively answered it. But then, abruptly, a woman’s intimate moans came from the other end. “I love you.” I heard Asher’s voice. Those words he had never spoken to me. I listened to every second. Let each sound carve into me. But there was no pain left to feel, only a brittle, weightless calm. Asher didn’t return for the next few days. But his “client’s” Instagram did. Feed after feed of desert climbs, skydiving over canyons. So, calluses on his hands weren’t from massaging after all. Everything that had touched me was a lie. Nicole’s hands were tightly clasped with his, his name tattooed on her chest, her eyes full of sweet devotion. Asher only sent me a few cold, clipped voice messages. “Do you know you were wrong yet?” “Did you put on the necklace?” “Send me a picture.” I knew he was waiting for me to humbly admit my fault and beg him to come home, just like before. But I never would again. Just then, Dr. Vance called. “What’s the check-up date?” My gaze swept over the Vance family’s newly announced engagement date, and I instantly sobered. “December 28th. Let’s make it that day.” But on the morning of that day, Asher appeared at my door, looking awkward. “Come with me somewhere.” At the charity gala, elegantly dressed people mingled, and glasses clinked. Only we wore faded, worn-out clothes. He seemed oblivious, gently coaxing me. “Hailey, these are all friends from the disability assistance association. You’re pregnant and it’s hard work, so I applied for a donation.” Even through his dark glasses, I could see the expectation in his eyes. He was waiting for me to react as I always had. My eyes red, throwing myself into his arms, saying, “You’re so good.” But I merely gave a faint “Mm.” Asher paused. Nicole intimately linked her arm through mine. “Hailey, you are elegant, you’re even beautiful pregnant… but your outfit is a bit shabby.” Just as I was about to pull away, Asher casually interjected, mediating. “Hailey, the neighbors said you dress really tacky and low-class. Nicole has good taste; why don’t you go change?”

Someone nearby snickered. “Hailey, you’re not married yet, are you? Maybe if you dressed up a bit, a man would marry you! When you collect the donation, remember to say you’re a single mother-to-be!” Their words cut deep, each one a slap across my face. But Asher’s silence was louder than any slap. Nicole yanked me into the dressing room, casually pointing to a dress. “This one’s reserved especially for you, Hailey, two thousand nine hundred. You’re not trying to freeload, are you?” Under her malicious torment. I slowly pulled out a wad of small bills, tens, fifties, barely enough to make up the amount. Nicole gasped dramatically, “You didn’t actually smash your piggy bank, did you?” I calmly nodded. “I did.” Asher’s face instantly changed. That piggy bank was something we bought when we first got together. I told him that once we saved enough money, I’d take him to Switzerland to treat his eyes. He paused then, a soft laugh escaping him. “When I can see, I’ll take you to the Alps to see your favorite snow.” At the time, I smiled, saying nothing. Because I knew my life wouldn’t last until that day. I just wanted Asher to regain his sight and watch our child grow up with his own eyes. But now, only disappointment and lies remained. Asher tightly gripped my hand, his voice hoarse. “We’re not going to see the snow mountains anymore?” I laughed casually. “No, I don’t like snow anymore… This winter, it’s just too cold.” Asher’s expression grew darker. “Hailey, you’re not comfortable. I’ll take you to change.” Asher glanced at Nicole, then confidently released my hand. Watching their silent, synchronized interaction, I finally understood. That was the impassable divide between us. As I was changing into the gown, Nicole’s voice grew chilling. “Were the fireworks pretty?” “It was just a game for my amusement, but you actually went and got pregnant, clinging to my man.” “Do you know how disgusted Asher is by you? He said he pretended to be blind because he couldn’t stand the sight of your torn underwear; it made him sick.” Seeing my calm expression, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Then she sneered, wiggling the tip of her shoe. “The necklace you gave him? It wasn’t thrown away. It’s stuck to the bottom of my shoe.” “Are all you people from the gutter so pathetic? The second you farmer father heard ‘charity,’ he came crawling. So embarrassing.” My mind went numb. My father had lived with dignity. How dare she insult him so! By the time I reacted, my hand was already gripping her collar. “Give me back the necklace… Apologize to my dad!” She let out a sharp, theatrical cry. Then, with a vicious smile, she swung the entire cash box into my chest. A searing pain erupted from my chest. I fell backward, banknotes fluttering like snow. The door burst open, and gasps of alarm filled the room. I realized I was half-naked, exposed to countless malicious eyes. The room erupted in mocking laughter. “She’s all bones. Probably lies there like a dead fish.” Asher’s hand shot out, then froze in mid-air. “Hailey? What happened?” He He began groping blindly, his voice rising in panic. I laughed, a bitter, desperate sound, tears streaming down my face. I was laughing at his performance. He clung to his blind man’s costume so fiercely, he let my dignity be torn to shreds at his feet. Nicole offered a fake apology. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I forgot to lock the door.” Before her words faded, her foot hooked under the chain of my mother’s necklace and kicked it into the fire. That necklace was my mother’s dying gift. Now it vanished into ash. Something in me detonated. I lunged at her like a mad woman. But just then, the door crashed open. A hunched figure stumbled into the chaos.

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They called me a girl who seduced men for attention. They used fake messages, edited photos, and a staged scene to destroy my reputation. I begged them to stop, but no one listened. I died carrying those accusations. Then I opened my eyes and returned to the moment before everything happened. This time, I will not explain anything. I will not protect anyone. I will let their plan run its course and hit them instead. And I will make every person who hurt me face the truth they created. After school, there weren’t many people left in the building. I took deep breaths of fresh air, trying to calm my emotions after being suddenly pulled back from the hatred and fear of my death. Lydia was handing Colin a bottle of water. It contained an aphrodisiac that would inflame his desires. In my past life, I had accidentally discovered Lydia pouring an unknown white powder into the water. I exposed her on the spot. But Colin didn’t believe me. He insisted on drinking the water anyway. He even asked if I was jealous because Lydia was prettier than me, and that’s why I was always targeting her. This time, I didn’t try to stop him. After taking the water, Colin instinctively looked at me. “You’re not going to try to control even my drinking water, are you?” “Do whatever you want,” I said with a wave of my hand. Lydia couldn’t miss any opportunity to attack me. She immediately chimed in: “Avery, your possessiveness over Colin is too much. Doesn’t he even have the freedom to make friends?” With those words, the few classmates who hadn’t gone home yet gave me strange looks. Colin’s face darkened even more. “She’s nothing, just a bookworm,” he muttered. I gripped my pen tightly, hatred surging in my eyes. “Are you two done? I haven’t said anything from start to finish, have I?” I retorted. Colin was taken aback and fell silent, his face stony. Lydia continued to stir up trouble. “You might not have said anything, but your face looks very unhappy. I just said a few words to Colin, and you’re already scowling.” Hearing this, Colin shot me an annoyed glare. As if to spite me, he drank the entire bottle of water. In my past life, I had knocked the bottle away, so he only took one sip. But even that one sip was enough to make him lose control. I couldn’t imagine what would happen now that he had drunk the entire bottle. I found myself looking forward to it, in a twisted way. Seeing him finish the water, Lydia could barely contain her excitement. She grabbed Colin’s hand. “Colin, walk me home?” Of course, Colin wouldn’t refuse. The two of them left the classroom hand in hand. Ten minutes later, Harper, our class monitor, burst into the classroom, her face flushed red. By then, I was the only one left in the room. Harper stammered, clearly struggling to say something difficult. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Colin and Lydia?” I asked proactively. Harper grabbed my hand: “Yes, yes, it’s them… they… they…” “What happened?” I asked, looking directly into Harper’s eyes and pretending I knew nothing. I used to trust Harper implicitly. She wasn’t just our class monitor, but had been my desk mate for all three years of high school. I thought we were best friends who could tell each other anything. But I never imagined she would stomp on me so hard after the incident. She told everyone that I had a crush on Colin and drugged him myself. She even started a livestream to denounce my actions. “I was her desk mate for three years, I always knew she liked Colin. I just never thought she would actually do something like this.” “Avery is a sex addict. She… she once called ten male escorts in one night.” “I tried to advise her, but she wouldn’t listen. She also had an unclear relationship with the old widower next door…” This livestream pushed the whole incident to its climax. I was completely cast into the abyss, and the school persuaded me to drop out. Later, I ran into her by chance. By then, she had already climbed to a high position. “Thank you. If it weren’t for your incident, I wouldn’t have been able to take your spot for early admission to the top university and end up where I am now.” As the memories flooded back, I stared hard at Harper. In my past life, she and I had discovered Colin dragging Lydia into the bathroom together. I rushed in to stop him, while Harper said she would go call for help. But she just hid to the side to watch and record videos… Seeing that I wasn’t in a hurry, Harper became flustered and incoherent. “Colin dragged Lydia into the men’s bathroom. Lydia kept crying, Colin… Colin is trying to assault Lydia.” “But don’t they like each other? How do you know Lydia isn’t willing?” I asked. Hearing me say this, Harper was stunned. Everyone in our class knew that Colin and Lydia were flirting, just short of making it official. Harper anxiously grabbed my wrist. “But they’re still students, they can’t do this!” “Come on, let’s go take a look. We can’t just ignore this.”

The calculation in Harper’s eyes was about to spill over. She just wanted to ruin me to get the early admission spot to the top university. I didn’t say anything more and followed her downstairs. On the way, I secretly sent pre-written SOS messages to the principal and other school leaders, as well as contacting some influencers who were livestreaming nearby. Lydia was the principal’s daughter, after all. In my past life, when persuading me to drop out, the principal had utterly humiliated me, saying I was damaged goods that had been ridden by thousands. This time, I wanted the principal to get a good look at the show her daughter was putting on. As we approached the bathroom, we could hear ambiguous sounds coming from inside. “Colin, baby, more, I want more.” “Colin, you’re so good.” The woman’s moans and the man’s grunts were nonstop. Harper’s eyes darted around: “Avery, you go in first to stop them. I’ll go find someone to help.” “No, I can’t go in. Let’s just wait here for the teachers,” I said, shrinking my neck and pretending to be scared. Harper glared at me in annoyance. She forced down her temper and lowered her voice: “If you don’t go in now, they’ll go all the way. Do you really want to let Colin go to Lydia?” The bathroom’s outer door wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, I could see Colin pressing Lydia against the wall. Lydia was half-undressed, exposing herself. Colin was frantically tearing at Lydia’s uniform, biting all over her body. Lydia pretended to struggle, but wasn’t actually using any strength. Her coy resistance only made Colin more uncontrollable. I pressed my lips together tightly, pretending to be conflicted: “Okay, you’re right. I’ll go in now.” Just as I was about to push the door open, I turned back to Harper and said, “Hurry and find a teacher. I can’t hold out for long.” Harper nodded eagerly. She turned and ran. But after rounding a corner, she came back. She gleefully took out her phone, started recording, and wedged it into the door crack. Inside was chaotic, with lewd sounds coming out unabashedly. After doing this, Harper finally went to find teachers and security guards, feeling very pleased with herself. When a group of people rushed to the teaching building, the couple inside were still going at it vigorously. Harper covered her face and cried, blocking the principal. “Teacher, I… I don’t know why they’re doing this!” The principal’s face was dark with anger. She didn’t know her daughter Lydia was inside. Harper hadn’t clarified who exactly was in there. Harper wanted to ruin not just me, but Lydia as well. After all, in her eyes, we were both her competitors. Today, education bureau officials happened to be visiting for an inspection. Now, a group of education officials were following the principal to “catch people in the act”. The scene couldn’t be more dramatic. The principal was shaking with rage. With education officials watching, it seemed her chances for promotion were likely ruined. I guessed the principal probably wanted to kill the adulterous couple inside right now. The principal tried to move forward. Harper blocked the principal again, crying and wailing, “Principal, inside is… is is…” She pretended to be reluctant. The principal grabbed her shoulders, “Who is it?” Harper acted like she had been frightened to tears, and said between sobs, “It’s Avery.” The principal naturally knew who I was. My grades were always top of the year, and I was the most promising candidate for early admission to the top university. The principal’s eyes bulged with rage. “That sl—” She abruptly cut off the insult she was about to hurl. The education officials were still watching, so the principal couldn’t speak too harshly at this moment. The people inside were still lost in their passion, completely unaware of the commotion outside. The lewd sounds coming from inside grew even more unbridled. Harper covered her chest and cried: “Avery, how could you be so foolish! Why can’t you control yourself? Are you really that desperate for men?” With those words, the education officials’ expressions turned extremely unpleasant. They considered themselves respectable people and didn’t want to barge in at a moment like this. A group of people with varying expressions waited downstairs, looking at each other awkwardly. “Me? What about me?” I finally emerged from my hiding place in the shadows.

“Why are you here?” Harper cried out in shock. The principal eyed me suspiciously, “It’s not you? Then who’s inside?” I shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t see clearly who it was.” Since Harper deliberately concealed it, I naturally had no reason to expose it. At this moment, several influencers who had received my message barged in, ignoring the school security guards trying to stop them. “Wow, the students at your school are so open, having sex in broad daylight.” “Yeah, Principal, aren’t you going to take us for a look?” “Principal, what are your thoughts on this? Chat with the viewers in our livestream.” The principal’s face turned ashen. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. Harper stared at me intently, finally losing it. She grabbed my hand: “Didn’t you go in? Then who went in just now?” “I was scared and didn’t dare go in,” I said, trying hard to squeeze out tears and acting like a coward. Harper was so angry she raised her hand to slap me. Just as her palm was about to hit my face, she stopped herself abruptly, glaring at me fiercely. The influencers’ cameras zoomed in. Comments in the livestream were scrolling rapidly. [666, this is so exciting.] [You can tell how intense it is just from the sounds.] [Streamer, hurry up and go in to record. Let us bros feast our eyes.] The influencer chuckled, “I wouldn’t dare. If I went in, my stream would get banned immediately.” I turned away from the camera and flashed a smile at Harper. She stared at me in shock, her eyes wide. “You…” “What’s wrong, class monitor?” I asked innocently. An education bureau official’s face had turned red. He pointed at the bathroom: “Old Lin, go talk some sense into your students!” This incident could no longer be covered up. The principal was so angry her face was twitching. “Good, good, good. These students are really something.” As the principal charged towards the bathroom, I ran over crying and grabbed her. “Teacher, you’d better not go in.” The principal shoved me away forcefully. “Get lost! Why are you all trying to stop me? What are you up to?” Everyone frowned as they looked at me. Harper had finally reacted by now. She hid in the crowd, staring at me unblinkingly. She must have thought of something, because she suddenly ran over. “Avery, stop interfering with them. I know you like Colin, but he deserves this,” she said. She acted like she was looking out for me as she pulled me away, her voice full of pain: “We’re just students. We shouldn’t get involved in the teachers’ business.” Seeing that I still wanted to block the way, the principal pushed me aside forcefully. I cried my heart out, wailing to the livestream cameras: “But there are so many people here. If this gets out, what will happen to the people inside?” I pretended to be very concerned about the people inside. On camera, of course I had to act like I cared about my classmates. This time, I was the only one occupying the moral high ground. Hearing this, the principal paused. The education officials also looked troubled. On camera, they couldn’t just barge in to “catch people in the act” like this. If it caused the students involved to do something drastic, they couldn’t bear that responsibility. So the group of people hesitated about 30 meters away from the bathroom in the teaching building. We weren’t very close, but we could still clearly hear the sounds from inside. The influencers tried to get closer to film, but were blocked by the security guards. And so, the group waited outside like cats on hot bricks. It took a full two hours before the noises inside finally died down. The bathroom door opened. But to everyone’s surprise, the satiated-looking man who walked out wasn’t a student from our school. The man was burly and strong, with a scar on his face. Seeing so many eyes staring at him, he spat in disgust. “What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out.” Seeing it was some thug, the principal visibly relaxed. As long as it wasn’t students involved, it would be easier to handle. But then someone cried out in shock, “Holy sh*t, inside…”

An influencer seized the chance to rush over. The bathroom door was wide open, revealing the chaotic scene inside. It made everyone gasp. Colin and a disheveled Lydia were lying naked on the floor, with unknown fluids dripping from their mouths. Several men were standing around them. “This kid was even better than a woman, felt so good.” “Such a sl*t, even the few of us brothers couldn’t satisfy him.” “This woman was useless, passed out after a while. The boy had much more stamina.” The men leisurely put their pants back on. Seeing the door open, they reluctantly came out. I recognized a few of them as construction workers who had come to build a new building at our school. Colin seemed to have lost his mind, still mumbling: “More, I want more…” The drug’s effects were much stronger than in my past life. Lydia slapped Colin hard. “Get away from me, you’re disgusting. Don’t touch me.” Her voice was hoarse. This slap brought Colin back to his senses a bit. He gritted his teeth: “You say I’m disgusting? Who was having such a wild time with those men just now?” “Was I as wild as you? I had no strength left, but you were still grinding on them.” Lydia felt sick just thinking about it. The scene of the two attacking each other was clearly recorded by the opportunistic influencers. They had been going at it enthusiastically, but Harper suddenly rushed over. She cried as she blocked Lydia: “Lydia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t manage to stop Avery, that’s why she…” Harper didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone present understood what she meant. The principal reacted first. She rushed over like a madwoman and slapped me hard. “It was you, you framed my daughter.” Lydia reacted quickly too. She clutched her clothes tightly, crying her eyes out, “Yes, it was her. She wanted to hurt me.” Colin pinched himself to stay clearheaded. He shook his head, “Avery, it was you…” Everyone pointed at me. The situation seemed to have reversed in an instant. The influencers turned their cameras on me. “Was it you? Come on, classmate, say something. Did you do it?” Before Harper could say anything more, I hugged her directly, sobbing. “Desk mate, I know you mean well.” “But you shouldn’t have led those workers over just to get revenge for me.” Hearing this, Lydia whipped her head around to look at Harper. Lydia had only told Harper about drugging Colin. Could it really have been Harper? “It was you?” Lydia looked at Harper like she was looking at a dead person. Harper broke out in a cold sweat and shook her head frantically. In her panic, Harper pointed at me: “You’re talking nonsense! I wanted you to go in, not—” Harper’s words cut off abruptly. Seeing the scrutinizing gazes around her, Harper was drenched in cold sweat. The principal’s face changed from red to white, then from white to green. Perhaps the principal had already guessed some of what happened. She had security guards drive the influencers out of the school, then used threats and bribes to barely manage to put an end to the incident.

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I thought I had just woken up from the car accident. But Zane showed me a wedding ring, a divorce agreement, and a three-year-old child— and told me we had been married for four years. The problem is simple: He hates me. The child is afraid of me. And I don’t remember a single moment of this marriage. Worse—every piece of evidence says I used to be the “bad wife.” At my graduation ceremony, I finally summoned the courage to confess to Zaneary Warren, my long-time crush. On the other side of the crosswalk, Zane was standing there, looking sharp in his graduation gown, taking photos. I got so excited that I dashed toward him, completely missing the fact that the light was red. There was a loud crash. I was hit by a car, and everything went black. The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the blinding white ceiling. And there he was. Zane, standing by my hospital bed. Still as handsome as ever. This might be the first time we’ve been this close. Zane was looking up at the IV drip, but his gaze slowly shifted to my face. I accidentally noticed the ring on his left hand. I’ve had a crush on him for so long. So, he’s already taken? Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I forced a smile and greeted him, “Zane, what are you doing here?” As I tried to sit up, I noticed that my arm was wrapped in thick bandages. The next second, Zane sat on the chair beside my bed, his voice cold and distant. “Avery, you’ve really mastered the art of manipulation. Risking your life just to push for a divorce?” I stared at Zane, completely confused. What is he talking about? Divorce? I haven’t even graduated yet, let alone gotten married. Where is this divorce thing coming from? Just then, a nurse came into the room, holding a tray for bandaging wounds. “Dr. Williams, you’re still here? Miss Niles, you don’t realize how lucky you are. You were hit by a car, but thankfully Dr. Williams happened to be nearby. He gave you emergency care right away. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be a broken arm you’re dealing with.” The nurse bent down and carefully disinfected my wound. After she rested my hand on the side of the bed, I noticed… I was also wearing a ring on my right hand! And it matched Zane’s ring. A couple’s ring! A wave of fear and uncertainty washed over me. After the nurse left, I grabbed Zane’s sleeve in a panic. “Zane, you graduated from NYU Medical School in 2018, right?” He frowned, clearly annoyed. He shook my hand off and looked at me coldly. “Since you’re awake, let’s go over the divorce agreement.”

This is absolutely ridiculous! I was on my way to graduation, got hit by a car, and now I’m being accused of “faking an accident” to force a divorce from Zane? Either I’ve lost my mind, or Zane has. “Wait, Zane!” Before I could finish, a little kid suddenly ran into the room, jumping right into Zane’s arms. Me: ??? Wow, this kid is so adorable. I reached out with my good arm to pinch his cheek, but he immediately hid behind Zane, clearly scared. “Sorry, little guy. You’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself.” Zane shot me a disapproving look. It suddenly hit me that I hadn’t even gotten to the main point. “Zane, this might sound crazy, but I don’t remember anything you’re talking about. All I recall is being on my way to the graduation ceremony…” Before I could finish, Zane cut me off impatiently. “So, you’re telling me you’ve lost your memory?” Amnesia? Yes, that must be it. Amnesia is the only explanation for why I don’t remember any of this. I nodded sincerely. Zane’s icy expression didn’t soften. He pulled a document from his bag and tossed it onto my lap. “This is the divorce agreement. The terms are exactly as you requested. If you have no objections, just sign it.” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. The little boy in Zane’s arms looked sad, his lips trembling. “Zane, shouldn’t we avoid discussing such topics in front of a child? It’s not good for his emotional well-being.” “How considerate of you, Avery,” Zane sneered. “That’s our child.” … “And yet, when you were having dinner with another man, did you ever think about how that might affect his emotional well-being?” I hadn’t even processed his first sentence when the second one hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at the little boy in disbelief. So, I didn’t just get married—I have a child too? But the little guy paid no attention to me. He buried his face in Zane’s neck, refusing to even look my way. Too much information. My brain couldn’t handle it. I was officially out of commission.

It took me a whole day to wrap my head around everything. It seems I really did lose my memory. I’m still me, and Zane is still Zane. The only difference is—we’re married, and we have a kid. But that divorce agreement sitting on the bed speaks volumes: there’s clearly a problem with our marriage. The problem is… did I cheat? No way, right? Why would I cheat on Zane? He’s good-looking and smart. I must’ve been crazy. So, what went wrong? How can I get my memory back? I scratched my head, completely frustrated. “Mommy.” A tiny voice came from the door. I looked up to see a small face peeking through the slightly open door. “Daddy said you need to disinfect your hand. Here’s the iodine. He said you should do it yourself.” The little boy held a bottle tightly in his tiny hands. I gestured for him to come closer. “Mommy’s hand hurts. Can you bring it over for me?” The boy hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded and shuffled over to the bed, placing the iodine on the bedside table. I pulled him onto my lap and studied his features. His eyes were big and round like mine, his nose straight like Zane’s, and his face… a perfect combination of both of us. This was our son. I couldn’t resist hugging him tight and planting a big kiss on his cheek. He smelled so sweet and innocent—absolutely irresistible. When I looked up, his face was bright red. He froze for a moment before wrapping his little arms around my neck and hugging me back tightly. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Mommy, you smell nice.” This little guy is the sweetest thing ever. As I basked in the joy of my son’s affection, the door opened again. Zane entered, his familiar presence filling the room. “Daddy!” The little boy immediately ran to Zane and held his arms out, waiting for him to pick him up. Zane had just showered, wearing casual loungewear, looking effortlessly sexy and relaxed. His hair was still slightly damp, with droplets running down his neck and disappearing into his collar. I swallowed. This man was dangerously attractive. As he came closer, my heart started racing. But then Zane’s words shattered my moment of bliss. “Avery, don’t you think it’s a little late to start being a good mom to Cooper?” “I… I didn’t mean to…” I tried to explain, but the look on Zane’s face told me he wouldn’t believe a word I said. So, I stayed silent. “Whatever. Do what you need to do. I’m heading out.” As I left the study, Cooper peeked out from Zane’s neck and gave me a glance. Watching the two of them so close, a wave of sadness washed over me. What good are a husband and child if my husband doesn’t love me? Even my son seems closer to him. I started questioning everything. Why did we get married in the first place? Why did we have a child? Outside, the full moon hung high in the sky. The night breeze blew through the balcony, scattering my emotions. Nothing has changed. Except for me.

The master bedroom had only one large bed. The entire room was decorated in a minimalist black, white, and gray palette. Apart from that, it was immaculately tidy, with a light scent of gardenias floating in the air. I recognized it instantly—it was my favorite fragrance. I headed to the walk-in closet, looking for my pajamas. But all I saw was a row of black clothes. And they were all men’s clothing. … I had no choice but to knock on the door of Zane’s study. “Zane… I mean, honey, sorry to bother you.” Zane looked up from his laptop, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. His whole demeanor was both tempting and distant. “Do you know where my pajamas are? I looked through the closet in the master bedroom but couldn’t find them.” Zane stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word. Just as I was about to give up and leave, he suddenly stood up and walked toward me. He towered over me, standing at six foot one while I barely reached five foot five. I felt like a child standing in front of him. Zane smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. “So, are you planning to carry on with this amnesia act?” I gulped, unsure of what to say. The truth was, even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me. Thankfully, he didn’t make things difficult this time. He walked past me, heading toward another part of the house. I stood there, confused and not sure what to do next. He glanced back at me from the corner of his eye. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” I immediately followed him, keeping a safe distance. “Thanks.” Two minutes later, I eagerly opened the closet door in the guest bedroom to grab my pajamas. But the moment I saw what was inside, I slammed the door shut, my face flushed with embarrassment. Oh my God! “This is…” I didn’t even finish my sentence, but I knew Zane understood. He stood by the door, arms crossed, silently watching me with a look that said, “Keep going, I’m just here to watch the show.” … Taking a deep breath, I slowly reopened the closet door. Inside were outfits so revealing, they looked like they belonged on a nightclub dancer. Tiny scraps of fabric—there was hardly anything to cover up with! Was this how I dressed after graduation… I mean, after I got married? Had my style become this… provocative? To make things worse, Zane didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. I ignored his piercing gaze and continued searching through the clothes. But I couldn’t find anything even remotely “normal.” … I sighed inwardly and, for some reason, turned to Zane and asked, “Honey, which one do you like seeing me in?” His eyes immediately darkened, and without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the sound made me jump. Why did he get mad? They say women are hard to understand, but men are even more of a mystery. I grabbed some pajamas and headed to the bathroom. A wild thought crossed my mind: could our impending divorce have something to do with… issues in the bedroom? After my shower, I wrapped myself in a robe and headed to Cooper’s room. The nursery was cozy, and it was clear Zane had put a lot of thought into it. Everything was designed with care. I tiptoed over to his bed. Cooper was fast asleep, clutching a little stuffed animal. I gently tucked the blanket around him and wiped his thumb, which he had been sucking on. For the first time, I felt a real connection to being a mother. But I still didn’t know how old he was. I looked over at our marriage certificate. It was dated four years ago. That meant Cooper must be around three. I ruffled his hair and quietly left the room. Just as I closed the door, I turned around and saw Zane standing right in front of me. We were so close that if I looked up, I could bump into his chin. My back pressed against the door, and Zane didn’t seem to realize—or care—that he was invading my personal space. My heart raced so fast, I thought it might leap out of my chest any second. “Are you done?” “Yeah.” The air was thick with awkwardness. I had no idea what to say next. “So… are you going to bed now?” Zane didn’t respond or make a move. I tightened the robe around me, making sure he couldn’t see the revealing pajamas underneath. “Okay, I’ll go to sleep first, then.” I stepped aside and practically bolted to the master bedroom. Without a second thought, I jumped into bed, pulled the covers over me, and lay still. Moments later, the bedroom door opened, and Zane walked in. He paused when he saw me lying in bed, seeming a little surprised. He stood there, just staring at me. His gaze made my scalp tingle. “Honey, which side do you usually sleep on?” No answer. Has Zane always been this strange? He’s so quiet, always just staring coldly, without saying a word. Frustrated, I got out of bed and stood by the side. “You pick first.” Zane finally moved. He walked to the other side, lay down, and shut off the bedside lamp with a loud click. … Now we were in total darkness. Great. Thankfully, I don’t have night blindness, or I’d really be angry right now! I fumbled in the dark, trying to get comfortable under the covers, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind was a chaotic mess, and to make matters worse, my arm, which was still sore from the accident, started to hurt again because of the way my robe was pressing against it. I shifted slightly, but Zane didn’t react, so I sat up and tried to remove my robe. As I finally managed to shrug it off, rubbing my sore arm, Zane suddenly opened his eyes. Before I could react, he rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I gasped, my breathing instantly becoming erratic. In the dark, I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could feel how close he was—so close that our breaths were mingling. “Jenny, what are you doing?” Zane asked, his voice low. “What do you mean?” “You wanted to get married, you went through so much trouble to get a divorce, and now you’re lying next to me, trying to seduce me. Avery, I don’t have time for your games. What do you want?” “Seduce you?” I stared at him, completely stunned, when suddenly I felt a chill across my chest. Looking down, I realized that my pajamas were way more revealing than I thought. No wonder Zane thought I was trying to seduce him. “I… I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” I reached for the robe I had tossed onto the floor, but Zane had already had enough. He got up from the bed, clearly done with the conversation. “Avery, I don’t care what you’re thinking. I don’t have any feelings for you anymore. I hope you understand that. Whether you’re faking amnesia or trying to seduce me, it doesn’t matter to me.” “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Do whatever you want.” Zane left. And now, I was alone in this big room, with nothing but my sadness.

I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling until dawn. Around 7 a.m., I heard Zane’s voice outside, speaking to a woman who kept saying “okay, okay.” It was probably the nanny, I guessed. A little while later, the front door closed, and I heard the sound of the car engine starting. Zane had gone to work. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. I’ve never been an outgoing person—if I were, I wouldn’t have been crushing on Zane for so many years without saying a word. But now, not only had my crush succeeded, but I had also become his wife. Along with the shock, there was a sense of joy I couldn’t suppress. I thought this was my one big chance from fate, but it turns out I played my cards terribly in this marriage. Emotional intelligence really is my weakness. As I was lost in thought, the bedroom door suddenly opened. A woman in a nanny uniform walked in. The moment she saw me, she apologized repeatedly. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.” “It’s fine, I was just about to get up.” I smiled at her, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly walked into the room. “Mr. Warren left for work. I assumed no one was here since you usually slept in your own room.” My own room? Suddenly, memories from the day before came rushing back. There was definitely a bed in that other room where I grabbed my clothes. So, I had been sleeping in a different room all this time? Does that mean Zane and I had been living separately? It all made sense now—Zane’s strange behavior yesterday. Oh no, this is embarrassing. I buried my face in my hands, and a flood of regret washed over me. Hearing our conversation, Cooper came running to the bedroom door, his bare feet thumping against the floor. He stood there looking at me with big, expectant eyes, but didn’t dare come in. “Cooper, come to mommy.” I gently called to him, holding out my arms. The little guy’s face lit up with excitement. He sprinted across the room and jumped into my arms, knocking me onto the bed. He flashed a big smile, his tiny teeth showing. “Mommy,” he said, nuzzling his head against my chest. My heart melted. No matter how much Zane might hate me right now, Cooper is still my baby. I would always love him. After saying goodbye to the nanny, I took Cooper out for some quality time together. We went shopping. I bought him a bunch of cute clothes and treated myself to some more “normal” outfits. Honestly, the clothes I wore after getting married were a bit… much. Holding Cooper in my arms, I watched as he happily ate his ice cream, his face smudged with cream. I gently wiped his mouth. “Cooper, what was Mommy like before?” Cooper pouted, his voice soft with a hint of sadness. “You didn’t like Cooper.” Then he added, “You were always so mean.” Kids don’t lie. Hearing this broke my heart. So, I really had changed that much, to the point where even I wouldn’t recognize myself? Then why did Zane marry me? Was it out of love? If so, he sure had an interesting taste. “Mommy, I want that!” Sitting in my lap, Cooper pointed at a McDonald’s poster advertising the latest family meal. Well, kids will be kids—can’t resist the temptation. Me: “Let’s buy it!” An hour later, Cooper and I sat side by side on the couch in Zane’s office, looking like two children who had just been caught misbehaving. What had caused this uncomfortable situation? The family meal sitting on the coffee table, filling the room with its delicious aroma.

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The day my daughter went into anaphylactic shock, my husband blocked the ambulance and told me I was exaggerating. He cared more about his sister’s graduation than our child’s life. In my last life, he poisoned me for exposing the truth. I died without clearing my name. This time, I returned to the same day. He lies again to stop the hospital from helping us. But I am no longer the woman he controlled. I fight back. And I will make him face every consequence he escaped. My daughter is allergic to peanuts, yet my sister-in-law deceived her into eating something with peanuts. Without a moment’s hesitation, I flagged down a car to rush to the hospital. In a previous time, when my daughter had an allergic reaction, I called my husband in a panic. Although he was reluctant, he hurried back from my sister-in-law’s graduation ceremony. Unexpectedly, that night, my sister-in-law was attacked by a criminal and tragically lost her life. My husband calmly handled her funeral and told me it was just her ill fate. A year later, on the anniversary of her death, my husband poisoned my food. As I lay dying, I heard his spiteful words: “You wicked woman, you made our daughter have an allergic reaction on purpose to stop me from attending my sister’s graduation.” “You deserve to die, go and atone for her!” My daughter and I died with our grievances unresolved. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my daughter’s allergy incident. I clutched my daughter, tears blurring my vision. The situation was critical, leaving no room for delay. I hurriedly carried my daughter downstairs. She was having a severe reaction, breaking out in hives and quickly going into shock. It was just like before. In my panic, I called my husband. He initially refused to return, insisting it was just a common cold. But my desperate cries eventually brought him back, though unwillingly. That decision led us to a dead end before. This time, I didn’t seek his help. Instead, I flagged down a car on the street. Halfway to the hospital, we encountered an Audi parked in the emergency lane. Other drivers avoided it upon hearing there was a patient inside, but this one wouldn’t budge. The driver honked furiously, but the Audi stayed put. “Damn it, this person is doing it on purpose,” the driver cursed. I was drenched in sweat from anxiety, my daughter looking ghostly pale. I could only provide her with some basic first aid. Then my phone rang. It was my husband, Ethan. “Aren’t you the schemer? Not calling me this time? Well, enjoy being trapped in the car!” I froze. The Audi blocking the way was Ethan’s doing. “Ethan, are you insane? That’s your own daughter in there, fighting for her life! Are you human or a monster?” He chuckled coldly on the other end, “Stop pretending to be pitiful. You think I don’t know your plan? Just trying to ruin my sister’s graduation, right? I’ve had enough of women like you!” My sister-in-law’s voice chimed in. “Sis, can’t you let me enjoy my graduation? I promise to give my brother back to you after this.” “Bastards!” I shook with rage. “We can’t move because of the car you called to block us. If you have any humanity left, move it!” “Spare me the act. You’re not getting your way today. I want you to feel what it’s like to be manipulated.” Ethan hung up. I looked at my unconscious daughter, tears streaming down my face. The driver was anxious, “Your husband did this? Tell him to move the car.” I wiped my tears and continued calling Ethan. This time, my sister-in-law answered. “Sis, my brother’s busy. Talk to me.” “Put him on.” “No can do, he’s really busy.” I screamed, “Tell him to move that Audi now.” She laughed softly. “No can do. He said you’d ruin my graduation if you got out. Just stay put.” With that, she hung up. The driver was desperate, trying to push past the Audi. But the Audi stubbornly stayed put, reversing into us. The driver cursed, “Son of a b*tch.” Left with no choice, he called the traffic police, but they were slow to arrive. I grew more frantic. “We can’t wait any longer. My daughter’s condition is critical. If we don’t get help soon, it’ll be too late.” Tears fell uncontrollably. In that previous time, my daughter made it to the hospital. Could things turn out worse this time? With no other option, I got out to confront the Audi driver. I ran over, knocking on the window. It rolled down, revealing a familiar face. It was Ethan’s childhood friend, Liam.

“Liam, please move the car. My daughter’s in danger.” He chuckled, shaking his head. I anxiously reached to pull him, but he rolled up the window, trapping my hand. I screamed in pain. “Are you trying to scam me?” Liam laughed maliciously. The other drivers were watching. Some began to speak up for me. “There’s a patient in the car behind, move yours!” “Yeah, you’re endangering lives.” Liam opened his door abruptly, causing me to stumble and fall. He enjoyed watching my misery. “Folks, it’s not that I don’t want to move. This lady’s daughter is fine.” “Her daughter just has a cold. She’s making a big deal to fight with her sister-in-law, using her daughter as a pawn.” After his words, others looked at me with disdain. I couldn’t bother explaining, trying to drag him to see for himself. He pushed me off with force. “Disgusting, don’t touch me. Why Ethan married a jealous woman like you, I don’t know!” “No, she’s really allergic. If you don’t believe me, go see.” I pleaded from the ground. The driver came down. “Move the car, the kid looks really bad, as pale as a sheet.” Liam frowned, then smirked knowingly. “I underestimated you, got someone to act with you.” His stubbornness and malicious assumptions made me furious, tears uncontrollably flowing. “Liam, this is a matter of life and death. How can you be so heartless? This is a living, breathing life. Aren’t you afraid of karma?” The crowd sided with Liam, some accusing me of wasting public resources. “People these days, making a scene over small disputes, using their kids as actors, it’s morally corrupt.” “Exactly, it’s too much.” I was desperate but couldn’t defend myself. My daughter’s condition worsened with every passing second. Yet, I was stuck here arguing with Liam. The driver pleaded with him, “Sir, you’ve misunderstood. The child really looks serious. Any more delay could be fatal.” Perhaps the driver’s earnestness made Liam doubt. He called Ethan. “What’s going on? Are you sure she’s not allergic?” “Of course not. I saw her coughing this morning. If she were allergic, would I leave her?” To convince Liam, Ethan lied. Liam nodded, satisfied, and hung up. He turned to us with more disdain. “Ha, you two act well. You think I’ll move the car? No way!” I lost control. Frantically, I tried to drag Liam to see my daughter’s dire state. “Go see her, see how bad it is.” Liam didn’t budge. Just then, a police car sped over with its siren blaring. The traffic police finally arrived. They quickly got out.

Understanding the situation, the officer sternly told Liam, “Sir, move your car immediately.” Liam tried to argue, pointing at us, “Officer, they’re scamming me, saying the kid’s allergic. It’s just a cold, they’re wasting medical resources.” The officer frowned, then looked at me. With tears streaming down my face, I pleaded, “Officer, please believe us. My daughter’s in critical condition. It’s urgent.” Realizing the gravity, the officer ignored Liam’s nonsense. He commanded other officers to tow the Audi from the emergency lane. Liam was taken away for obstructing traffic. Finally, we sped to the hospital. But upon arrival, I received devastating news. The allergy emergency equipment was under maintenance and unavailable. This sudden news hit me like a bolt from the blue, plunging me into despair. This didn’t happen before. Ethan must have had a hand in this. He’s one of the hospital’s investors. “How can this be? What about my daughter? She can’t wait!” Desperate, I clung to the doctor’s arm, voice breaking with tears. The doctor was anxious, “I… there’s nothing I can do.” I felt like I was falling into the deepest pit of hell. I rushed to the hospital, only to be met with devastating news. The hospital’s emergency allergy equipment was undergoing a comprehensive inspection and was currently out of service. This news struck me like a lightning bolt, plunging me back into a pit of despair. This never happened in my past life. Ethan must be behind this; he’s one of the hospital’s investors. “How could this happen? What about my daughter? She can’t wait!” I cried out, grabbing the doctor’s arm in desperation, my voice cracking with tears. The doctor was just as anxious, “I… I don’t have a solution.” It felt like I was suddenly trapped in a living nightmare. The doctor continued, worried, “We can try some basic medications to start an initial anti-allergy treatment for the child to ease her symptoms, but it’s just a temporary fix. Her condition is still very critical.” I looked at my daughter, unconscious on the hospital bed, her breathing shallow. Heart heavy with worry, I nodded in agreement. The doctors quickly got to work, frantically attending to my daughter. During this time, I made an urgent call to the relevant authorities. To make them take it seriously, I falsely claimed that the hospital was withholding the allergy rescue equipment deliberately because I had offended them. The department took immediate action, promising a swift investigation and a prompt response. Upon hearing this, I finally felt a glimmer of hope. Time crawled by, each second feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Ethan. “How does it feel to be played for a fool?” “Why are you doing this? You know our daughter has allergies.” Ethan’s low laugh echoed with malice, like a devil’s whisper. “So what? She’s a bastard. Don’t think I don’t know she’s not my child.” I was stunned. I had gone through so much to have this child through IVF, and he’d never believed she was his. No wonder he was so ruthless to me and our daughter in our past life. I pleaded in despair, “She is your daughter. Save her!” “Shut up, you witch. My sister secretly did a paternity test. That little bastard and I have no relation.” His sister, always his sister. Does she hate me and my daughter that much? Tears streamed down my face, a mix of anger and despair. “Ethan, do you really trust your sister that much?” “I only trust evidence. How can a paternity test be wrong? You and your bastard daughter can fend for yourselves!” He hung up. I collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by sorrow. Just then, the doctor rushed out from the emergency room. The doctor looked serious, “The child’s situation is very critical. If we still don’t have the allergy emergency equipment, she might…” The doctor didn’t finish, but I understood what he meant. As I was sinking into despair, my phone rang again.

I numbly picked it up and pressed the answer button. “Is this Ms. Beatrix? I’m with the City Health Department.” My heart leapt. “Yes, it’s me…” “We’ve launched an urgent investigation following your complaint. We’ve found that the hospital indeed has an unreasonable equipment inspection schedule.” It was like rain falling in a desert. I was speechless, only nodding through my tears. “We’ve ordered them to immediately allocate allergy emergency equipment from another hospital. It should arrive in 15 minutes.” I hung up and silently prayed, hoping the 15 minutes would pass quickly and my daughter would be safe. During those 15 minutes, I paced back and forth in front of the emergency room. Finally, I heard hurried footsteps. Several medical staff rushed in with a brand-new allergy emergency device. I quickly made way for them. Watching the equipment being pushed into the emergency room, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Another half-hour passed, and the emergency room door slowly opened. The doctor came out, looking tired but relieved, “The child is temporarily out of danger, but she needs to be observed in the ICU for a while.” I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I almost fainted, tears flowing again. I couldn’t stop thanking the doctor, my hatred for Ethan and his family deepening. While my daughter was hospitalized, I stayed by her side day and night. I looked at her pale little face and silently vowed to make those who hurt us pay. After being discharged, I took my daughter to my parents’ house. Then I started gathering evidence against Ethan and his sister-in-law. My daughter’s allergy was because the sister-in-law tricked her into eating peanut candy. I already knew this in my past life. But by then, the sister-in-law was dead. Not wanting to dwell on a dead person, I never mentioned it to Ethan. It wasn’t hard to find surveillance footage of the sister-in-law coaxing my daughter. In the video, my daughter was on the phone with her sister-in-law. At the time, I was in the bathroom. The sister-in-law kept coaxing my daughter, saying the candy in her bedroom was strawberry-flavored. My daughter loved strawberry-flavored candy, so she didn’t hesitate to eat a piece. But she clearly ate a peanut candy. … I watched with a heavy heart, my hatred for the sister-in-law and Ethan deepening. Not trusting the nanny, I had secretly installed surveillance in the living room. Even Ethan didn’t know about it. I didn’t tell him because he never cared about our daughter. Then I picked up my phone and started contacting a lawyer friend. “Hi, Liam Parker, it’s me. I need your help. This time, I’m going to make Ethan and his sister pay…” I explained the whole situation to him, my tone firm and resolute. Liam thought for a moment after listening. “Don’t worry, what they did was too much. We’ll make sure they face legal consequences. Keep your phone on and cooperate by providing necessary information.” I hung up and looked at the setting sun outside the window. I silently vowed: Ethan, sister-in-law, your good days are over. In the following days, I took good care of my daughter while working closely with Liam. Meanwhile, my sister-in-law thought she had pushed my daughter and me to the brink and continued dreaming her sweet dreams. During this time, Ethan and his sister-in-law didn’t come home. Based on her social media, they had gone to Norway for a vacation. They were having a great time, their updates filled with photos together.

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I rushed to the hotel entrance just to deliver a box of condoms for my childhood crush. The moment the door opened, I saw the passion he gave another girl. And in that instant, I finally understood: Twenty years of companionship had never meant anything to him. I thought I would never be able to love anyone again— until a boy named Ethan Callahan pulled me out of the darkness with nothing but his genuine heart. But just when I thought the past was over, Tyler suddenly turned back. (1) My “friend” suddenly announced he had a girlfriend. The caption read: “I’m not good with words, I just want to see you.” In that instant, my SnapChat exploded. All our mutual friends bombarded me with messages: “Riley, isn’t Tyler’s girlfriend supposed to be you?” Indeed. Why wasn’t I Tyler Harper’s girlfriend? Before I could process what was happening, Tyler sent me a message: “So, what do you think? Isn’t my girlfriend pretty?” Each word felt like a knife twisting in my heart. My hands were shaking so much I could barely see the screen through my blurred vision. He must have grown impatient waiting for a response because he sent another message: “My girlfriend knows we’re close. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea, so maybe don’t come find me for a while.” I read his messages over and over, then threw my phone aside and burst into tears. All these years, everyone knew I loved Tyler. Everyone except Tyler himself. He always thought I was just his best friend. His family without the blood ties. In this world, if we’re talking about who knows Tyler Harper best, I, Riley Bennett, would say I’m second to none. I know he likes his egg pancakes without green onions, his beef noodles without cilantro, his winter hoodies without hoods, and that his sneakers are half a size bigger than his regular shoes. I’ve made all his literature notes since we were kids, and when he first started college, I bought him his first set of formal wear. I used to be so proud of how much space I occupied in Tyler’s life. I thought no other girl could leave as many traces in his life as I had. I thought there was just one small step left between us. One opportunity that would make it all fall into place naturally. But I never got that opportunity. Instead, I got the fact that Tyler now had a girlfriend. He kept chattering away on SnapChat, telling me how great his new girlfriend was. How she surprisingly liked green onions and cilantro, and now he liked them too because she did. He shared pictures of the hooded sweatshirt she bought him, saying he loved it so much he’d wear it every day. He even mentioned how cute it was that she bought him sneakers that were too small. Every word felt like it was erasing my past. Finally, he sent me one last message, “My girlfriend says if you could bring us some condoms, she’d believe we’re just friends. Riley, hurry and bring them over!” He attached the address of a hotel. His audacity with me was entirely my own doing. Since childhood, I’d always given him whatever he wanted. If he asked for the stars, I’d have built a ladder to fetch them for him. Even his mom said there wasn’t another person in this world who’d be as good to him as I was. It was precisely because I was so good to him that he took such liberties. He took me for granted. I wiped away my tears and actually went. When I arrived, he was already impatiently waiting. As soon as he opened the door, he snatched the condoms from my hand, giving me a dirty look: “Riley, what took you so long? My girlfriend almost got suspicious!” He didn’t even give me a chance to speak before slamming the door shut. Before the door closed, I caught a glimpse of the girl. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair loose, water droplets still clinging to her skin. I saw Tyler eagerly walking towards her, about to embrace her… Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of Tyler, so I tried to cover my mouth, but I still couldn’t hold back a sob. Suddenly, I felt like a complete joke. I wiped away my tears and tried to message him in as calm a tone as I could muster: “Tyler, I won’t bother you anymore.” After sending it, I blocked him. Tyler and I had known each other since we were in diapers. After more than twenty years, there were too many memories. Just the photos of us together took up over 30GB of my phone’s storage. I deleted them all. Not just that, I even deleted all those childish photos we’d taken together years ago from my social media accounts. I made up my mind. From today on, I would no longer love Tyler Harper. (2) The next day, after class, Tyler cornered me. He looked at me, exasperated, as if I was being unreasonable. “Riley, what’s your problem?” I admit, it’s impossible to forget someone you’ve loved for so long overnight. Seeing him again, my heart still ached a little. I pretended nothing was wrong and acted like I hadn’t heard him. He was clearly getting impatient. “You’re making Mia really uncomfortable. She thinks she’s the reason we’re not getting along.” I looked at him, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth, unable to say a word. I could only quicken my pace to leave. Tyler cursed behind me, “Damn it, Riley, are you getting too full of yourself? Making such a fuss just because your bro is dating someone. Mia was right, you’re acting like a possessive bitch. Don’t tell me you actually like me?” I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay it all out. “What if I said yes?” “Huh?” Tyler awkwardly rubbed his fingers, seemingly caught off guard by my response. “I was just kidding. Uh, I gotta go. We’ll talk later, okay?” For the next two months, Tyler didn’t contact me, and I didn’t reach out to him either. I heard he’d been getting pretty serious with his girlfriend. They even signed up for a travel group, planning to go on a trip during summer break. My friends were indignant about this and messaged me to complain: “Doesn’t Tyler have a heart? How can he be so public about it? Doesn’t he worry about hurting you?” I paused for a moment before replying: “Let him be.” It would get better slowly. While Tyler was flaunting his relationship, I cried silently in pain several nights. But I forced myself not to think about it, not to ask about it. Later, I truly stopped thinking about it. I started focusing on my studies, keeping myself busy every day. Then one day, my roommate informed me that I was featured on the university’s confession wall. The confession was simple: “Riley Bennett from second-year Economics, I, Ethan Callahan, have decided you’re the one for me.” Well… To be honest, it was a bit underwhelming. Who still uses these cheesy, domineering pickup lines these days? I didn’t take it seriously at all, thinking it was just someone’s prank. But what I didn’t expect was that Ethan Callahan really did start pursuing me aggressively. Because of what happened with Tyler, I was extremely averse to the idea of dating, so I was very cold towards him. But he never got discouraged. In fact, he seemed to become more determined with each rejection. At first, every time I came out of the library, I’d see him waiting there, always holding a cup of my favorite cheese grape tea. He’d hand it to me as soon as I came out. At first, I refused to accept it, but he didn’t get upset. He just smiled and said, “But senior, I’ve already bought it. It’d be such a waste.” “If you really don’t want it, why don’t you just transfer me the money?” And just like that, he successfully got my SnapChat contact. I thought giving him my contact might be troublesome, but he was very considerate. He’d only occasionally like or comment on my posts, rarely actively disturbing my life. Gradually, I even started to get used to it. After a while, when I tried to transfer him money for the milk tea again, he refused, giving a very reasonable explanation: “We’re so familiar now. Treating you to a cup of milk tea is just what I should do.” Reading this message, I found myself sprawled on my bed, laughing uncontrollably. I never thought this kid would be so good at pursuing girls. He handled the boundaries between men and women just right. I started to enjoy interacting with him. After all, who doesn’t like a good-looking guy who knows how to treat a girl right? As I got to know him better, I found out that Ethan’s college entrance exam score was actually over 30 points higher than our university’s admission line. I couldn’t understand it: “Then why did you come here?” He seemed a bit embarrassed for once, scratching his head: “Because the person I like is here.” The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward. I coughed uncomfortably: “With 600 points, you don’t seem like someone who’d write that kind of confession.” This time, he was even more embarrassed, a blush quickly spreading across his face. “That was posted by my roommates. They were just messing around.” Ethan is very good-looking, a bit more than just conventionally attractive. Growing up, the most handsome person I’d ever seen was Tyler. But looking closely, Ethan seemed no less attractive than Tyler. As I stared at him for a while, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t thought about Tyler for quite some time. He seemed to have really disappeared from my life. Ethan started to occupy my time. Every day, he’d find new ways to cater to my preferences. I didn’t like eating breakfast in the cafeteria, so he’d wake up two hours early to buy me breakfast from my favorite store. It wasn’t just me; even my roommates benefited. Every time he brought something to my dorm, he’d bring a portion for my roommates too, making sure everyone got a share while ensuring mine was always the best. If I posted on social media in the morning saying I wanted to go out, by afternoon he’d be dressed up ready to take me on a suburban outing. When I casually mentioned wanting to eat a strawberry cake, that evening I received a strawberry cake he’d bought. It had the logo of “South Family Rice Shop” on it. This shop was near my home. I looked at him in surprise: “When did you go buy this?” Ethan looked a bit embarrassed, still catching his breath: “I went as soon as I saw your post. I was playing ball with my roommates in the afternoon and saw it a bit late. I almost didn’t make it in time.” This shop had always been popular. It had been there since I was little, but the owner was someone who really knew how to live. Every day, without fail, he’d close shop at 5 PM, regardless of whether there were still customers or not. The reason I knew this so well was because I’d passed by their shop countless times, but never bought anything. Their prices were about a third higher than other places. Even my mom only bought me one on my birthday each year. I couldn’t bring myself to buy one, but I always craved it. Every time Tyler saw me looking, he’d pat my head and comfort me like a child: “Don’t look anymore, little one. Big bro Tyler will buy you one next time.” But I waited year after year, and it never happened. Every time, he had an excuse. He’d spent all his allowance, or he didn’t have time to go buy it, and so on. Back then, I believed him. Now, looking at the small 6-inch strawberry cake in Ethan’s hands, I suddenly felt my eyes getting warm. So, if someone really wanted to buy it, it only took two hours. So this is what it feels like to be cherished. I couldn’t help but cry. Ethan immediately panicked, “Don’t cry! I really was playing ball and didn’t see your message, or I would have brought it earlier.” “When I got there, the owner was about to close. I had to beg him for a while before he agreed to make one for me.” “Riley, please don’t cry.” He looked so pitiful, seeming like he wanted to wipe my tears but didn’t dare. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His reaction made me laugh. I took the strawberry cake and asked him: “Ethan, you really like me, don’t you?” “Of course!” He rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I wouldn’t spend two hours buying a cake for a girl I didn’t like.” Hearing this, I smiled slowly: “Then remember this. From today on, you have a girlfriend.”

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A utility bill led me back to the home I bought years ago. An old con artist had moved in. Her son guarded the door. Their relatives forged papers to steal my deed. They wanted a free house. What they got was me— and the revenge I brought with me. Four years ago, I bought a property but never moved in. Two years later, out of the blue, I started receiving overdue utility bills. Confused beyond belief, I went back to check—and found strangers living in my house. After work, I received a utility payment reminder on my phone. Staring at the unfamiliar address on the screen, it took me a minute to remember that I did have a property at that location. My mom had bought it for me during college, wanting me to have a place off-campus. But, in a last-minute decision, I ended up studying abroad, leaving the place vacant and barely furnished. That was when it hit me: no one should be living there. So where was this utility bill coming from? With mounting confusion, I headed to Oak Hollow Estates, following my memory. … Standing at the door, I noticed that the door itself looked nothing like what I remembered. The black steel door here was new, a stark contrast to the original one I had from the builder. I checked the door number again, feeling unsettled. “808. It’s definitely this one…” Staring at the unfamiliar black door, I caught a whiff of a foul odor leaking from inside. An uneasy feeling crept over me. I didn’t waste any time and called a locksmith. The locksmith, Silas Truitt, arrived quickly, giving me a once-over. “This your place?” I nodded, digging my property deed and ID from my bag to show him. “Of course. Here are the papers if you’d like to verify.” Silas studied the documents and, still looking wary, handed them back. Hoping to get inside quickly, I said, “Look, if it speeds things up, I can pay you a hundred extra, alright?” Silas finally crouched down, opened his toolkit, and muttered under his breath, “Wasn’t there an old lady living here before?” “What did you say?” I asked, but before he could answer, an angry voice yelled from behind us. “What do you think you’re doing?” Something knocked my shoulder as a frail-looking old lady rushed toward Silas, jabbing a finger in his face and shouting, “How dare you, trying to steal from my home in broad daylight!” With surprising strength, she swiped at him, her nails catching his face and leaving a scratch. Silas staggered back with a yelp, clutching his cheek, and pointed toward me. “It’s not me! She asked me to unlock it!” The old lady’s head snapped toward me, her eyes flickering over my face before settling on my necklace with a flash of greed. “Oh, you little thief,” she hissed, striding toward me. “You think I’ll let you get away with this?” As she reached for me, I stepped back, avoiding her. She shot me a quick, calculating look before dropping to the ground with a dramatic wail. “Oh, my bones! This young woman tried to break into my home, and now she’s attacking an old lady!” she shrieked, loud enough to draw nearby residents out of their doors to watch. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. I fought the urge to back away, but as people gathered, the woman clutched at my leg, crying out, “Don’t leave! You knocked me to the ground, and now I can’t move. You’re responsible!” “What?!” I protested. “I never touched you! Silas here can vouch for that.” But when I glanced at Silas, he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. The old lady’s expression twisted with smug satisfaction, her grip on my leg like a vice. “See? Good people don’t lie for thieves. Now, if you don’t want trouble, I suggest you compensate me.” She stared hungrily at my necklace, making her intention clear. Taking a steadying breath, I raised my chin. “Alright. What kind of compensation are you looking for?” Her eyes lit up, and she jabbed a finger toward my necklace. “Hospitals aren’t cheap! If you want me to forget this, leave that gold necklace as payment, and we’ll call it even.” I nodded. “Fine. But before I hand it over, answer a couple of questions?” Without hesitation, she agreed. “Ask away.” I gestured at the steel door. “First, is this your place?” “Of course it’s my place!” she snapped, not missing a beat. “Oh, really? Then why would my property become yours?” I asked with a pointed smile. She faltered, stammering, “I—I don’t understand what you mean.” “I mean it literally. Why are you living in my house?” A glint of guilt flashed in her eyes, but she squared her shoulders defiantly. “Who says it’s yours? I’ve lived here for years. What proof do you have that it belongs to you?” “Oh, I have proof, alright.” 2. Slowly, I pulled out my property deed, flipped to the first page, and pointed to the line clearly stating that Mara Carlisle was the registered owner. Behind me, my neighbor Alvin “Al” Renfield muttered in surprise, “So, it’s not even hers?” “Didn’t think she could afford a place like this,” another murmured. The crowd’s growing murmurs left the old lady’s face turning red with anger. She lunged toward me, reaching for the deed. I raised my hand just in time, laughing. “Weren’t you just unable to stand a second ago? Seems like you’ve made a miraculous recovery.” Realizing her blunder, she flushed, then shoved me hard, snarling, “I’ve been here for three years, so it’s mine now! Who are you to come out of nowhere and claim it?” I nearly laughed out loud. “So by your logic, anyone can move into any property and call it theirs after three years? Is that it?” “Yes, exactly!” Her shouting was so loud that finally, the complex’s security guard showed up. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. The old lady’s face lit up. “Oh, thank heavens you’re here! This girl was breaking into my home, saying it’s hers! You have to help me!” Without missing a beat, the guard stepped between us, glaring at me. “What are you doing here, disturbing the residents?” I’d never seen someone leap to conclusions so quickly. Exasperated, I shoved my deed toward him. “Why don’t you take a look and see who owns the property?” As he took in the document, his face briefly went pale, but with a glance at the gathered neighbors, he snatched for it. I pulled it back just in time. “What are you doing? I can hold it for you to read.” The guard’s face darkened. “Who knows if this is real or fake? Just waltzing in with a phony deed to take someone’s place? Get lost!” As he moved to push me away, the old lady took the chance to quickly unlock the door. The moment it opened, a stomach-turning stench wafted out, strong enough to make me gag. Inside, I saw heaps of trash, and a rat scurried out through the crack. The old lady darted inside and slammed the door shut. I started to knock, but the guard blocked my way, brandishing his baton. “Still here? I’ll kick you out myself!” Silas, the locksmith, finally spoke up in a low voice, “You might want to leave. That old lady is notorious for her antics. She’s always trying to take advantage of people, and no one wants to deal with her.” With a final sympathetic glance, he left. Glancing at the bulldog of a guard, I had no choice but to retreat for the moment. 3. Once outside, I headed straight to the Oak Hollow Sheriff’s Office, though I wasn’t holding my breath. The look on the deputy’s face confirmed my suspicions. “This case is a bit tricky. She’s older, and, well, she has a bit of a temper,” said Deputy Eli Boone, a touch sheepishly. His tone said it all: Agnes Forsythe, that “old lady,” liked to cause trouble. Even law enforcement had a hard time dealing with her. Seeing my frustration, he added, “The best option here is to file a civil suit. The court can issue an eviction order.” Who knew how long that would take? I could only imagine the state of the place by then, seeing how she was turning it into a junkyard. Taking a deep breath, I got an idea and asked, “Officer, I can go into my own property to clean up the trash, right?” The officer coughed and replied, “As long as there’s no lease in place, technically, you can. Just avoid any physical confrontations.” That was all I needed. With renewed energy, I left the station. Just as I stepped out, I saw the old lady herself, Agnes Forsythe, hunched over a dumpster, digging through garbage. Beside her, holding an oversized canvas sack, was none other than the guard—her son, Travis Forsythe. Freezing in place, I hid behind a sign just in time to catch their conversation. “Mom, you think that woman will come back for the place?” he asked. “Relax, Travis,” Agnes replied. “I won’t let her set foot in here again.” Ah. No wonder the guard had been so hostile. The two of them were in on it. “But she has the deed,” Agnes said, voice tinged with worry. “What if she calls the cops?” “Don’t worry,” Travis scoffed, puffing up his chest. “Next time, I’ll just grab the deed and rip it to pieces. No proof, no problem. Besides, Uncle Harvey Lane can make us a new one if we need it.” I clenched my fists, holding back a laugh. Did these two really think that destroying my deed would make the house theirs? Watching as the “Recording Complete” icon appeared on my phone, I smiled grimly. So, the Forsythe family thought they could stake a claim? They had no idea who they were dealing with. 4. Early the next morning, I gathered a small crew and returned to Oak Hollow Estates just as Agnes was out scavenging. Travis tried to block our way, but seeing the muscle I brought, he quickly stepped aside, muttering nervously. Reaching the door, I instructed the team, “Break it open.” The stench hit us immediately as the door opened, revealing an avalanche of trash—cans, cardboard, foam boxes, and unwashed takeout containers piled from floor to ceiling. I gagged and pinched my nose. “Clear it all out,” I ordered. Then, with a smirk, I added, “Carefully. Stack it all neatly by the garbage bins.” The hired team, worth every penny, tackled the job with professionalism, unaffected by the rancid smell. As they worked, Travis stepped back and whispered into his phone, probably summoning his mother. By the time Agnes arrived, clutching her oversized sack, half of her “collection” was gone. “Stop! Put it all back!” she shrieked, lunging forward. But one of the crewmen casually lifted her by the collar and set her aside. Sputtering with rage, she spotted me, screeching, “You little hussy! I’ll scratch your eyes out!” She was back at it again, her claws out. Another crew member lifted her and set her down in a corner, out of reach. I casually blew on my fingernails, glancing at the movers. “Hurry up and clear this place. I want the locks changed.” Fuming, Agnes screamed at her son, “Call your uncle! Now!” Amused, I watched as Travis dialed Harvey Lane Forsythe, the property manager. I was curious to see the man who had helped turn my house into a squatters’ paradise.

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“This pregnancy test is fake! You’re really going all out to get Hunter, aren’t you?” Hunter’s fiancée stomped my pregnancy test report under her heel. I wanted to argue, but Hunter just had the security guards throw me out. “It’s my boss’s big day! Get this fraud out of here, now!” That same day, I became headline news, subjected to everyone’s ridicule. “Hunter is a billionaire! No way he’d ever look twice at a cheap gold-digger like her!” “Who even knows whose bastard child that is?” “She’s pulling stunts right in front of his fiancée? She’s clearly a professional homewrecker!” He didn’t know it, but everything was about to end. This baby was the only thing I’d leave behind in this world. Three days after the scandal broke, Hunter never came to find me again. He was always like that. I opened SnapChat, and his profile picture had changed to a wedding photo with Brianna. Their most recent update was about their engagement ceremony. At the end of our chat history, there was my desperate plea. “Hunter, can we talk?” I tossed and turned all night, thinking, and then spent the entire night vomiting in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if it was the torment of early pregnancy symptoms or the agony of late-stage stomach cancer. When I woke up again, Hunter was already sitting on the sofa, quietly watching me crawl weakly out of the bathroom. “Skylar, you shouldn’t cause trouble.” “My marriage to her is for business interests. You’re still my woman.” He was terrifyingly calm, dismissing his infidelity in a few words, as if everything was my fault. After three years together, it felt like I was meeting him for the first time. Hunter was still wearing his engagement suit, his hair meticulously styled. He looked like a perfect gentleman, but I found him utterly repulsive. He raised a hand to brush a strand of hair from my forehead, then pulled out a gift box. A delicate, high-end necklace lay inside. “Alright, that’s all over. Just stay by my side, and I can give you anything you want, except marriage.” I suppressed the nausea churning in my stomach, but still dry-heaved violently. His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes. “Feeling unwell?” I clutched my stomach, a bitter smile twisting my lips. “I’m really pregnant.” Hunter pushed me away, his gaze turning sharp. “Skylar! Don’t joke with me like this. We’ve always been careful. Manipulative women trying to get ahead always pull these kinds of stunts. When did you start playing their games?” I looked up at him, searching for any trace of the love he once had for me. Sadly, there was only suspicion in his eyes. “If you’re really unwell, I’ll take you to a doctor. Don’t lie.” Hunter’s phone suddenly rang. The ringtone was Brianna’s saccharine hum. “Hunter, pick up! Your little baby misses you!” I curled my lip, shaking his hand off. He put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet, before answering the call. “Hunter, darling, help me choose a wedding dress! I’m completely overwhelmed.” “Just buy all the ones you like.” After the intimate call ended, only dead silence remained in the air. That sweet, coquettish tone, that patient expression on his face. When Hunter and I first got together, those were the words he’d whisper day and night, holding me close. “Skylar, you’re so perfect.” “So perfect that I want to spend my whole life with you, forever, no pressure, no shackles, just a simple life, that’s all I want.” “If that person isn’t you in the future, then I’ll definitely die alone.” Three years later, what I got was him with someone else. My eyes welled up, and I sank to the floor. People change. My voice trembled with a cry, forcing out a smile. “Just go. Go be with her.” Hunter sighed, then knelt down and pulled me into his arms. “That’s a good girl.” “I’ve already arranged for a doctor to come check on you. I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t eat takeout if your stomach is upset, it’s not healthy.” The lock clicked shut. I clutched my lower abdomen, looking at the room that was once filled with tender warmth. Those intimate memories turned into sharp blades, piercing me over and over again. Hunter had promised me a home, to keep me safe and secure forever. Every word sincere, filled with genuine emotion. “If you betray me, may you have a terrible end.” He had agreed. But I believed him, and now I was scared. “Never mind. Little Hunter, be safe and sound. I’ll pay all the debts for him.” I never thought this day would come so soon… I called my childhood friend, Dr. Ryan. “I’ve made up my mind.”

The next day at the hospital, during my check-up, my cancer had already spread. Aside from chemotherapy, surgery was the only other sliver of hope. And I was about to personally snuff out that hope. “You’ve thought this through. This medication will help you carry the baby to term, but it will also drastically shorten your lifespan.” Dr. Ryan looked at me, exasperated. “Does this child absolutely *have* to be born?” I patted his shoulder reassuringly. “My illness is incurable anyway, but I want to keep this baby.” Dr. Ryan didn’t speak, burying his head in front of the computer, repeatedly checking my medical records. Tears still uncontrollably streamed down his face. He knew in his heart that this was the best way. As I walked out of the consulting room, Hunter and Brianna collided with me head-on, coming out of the obstetrics department. His face changed, and he shot me a warning look, telling me to leave quickly. But Brianna spoke first. “Oh, it’s you? What, you’re *actually* pregnant?” Hunter’s expression was also difficult, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “Let’s go, Brianna. No need to talk to irrelevant people.” But Brianna wouldn’t let up, continuing to mock me. “So, have you found out whose bastard child that is in your belly?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. The more I got tangled, the more trouble it would be. As I turned to leave, Brianna deliberately stepped on the hem of my skirt, a malicious smile on her face. “Running away? Did I hit a nerve? Do you know that in our circles, bastards born to homewreckers like you never live long? Do you know why? Because their mothers are morally bankrupt!” My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I slapped her across the face. “Shut up!” “Bitch! How dare you hit me?” When Brianna reached for me, Hunter stepped in front, taking the blow himself. “Enough,” Hunter glanced at her. “Brianna, don’t cross the line. Watch your public image!” I rubbed my reddened wrist, leaning against the wall. Hunter’s tall figure trapped me in the corner, shielding me from the prying eyes and gossiping cameras of passersby. Then he whispered to me, “Go home and wait for me.” “No need,” I replied. He froze. “Don’t be difficult, Sky—” Before he could finish, I said, “Let’s break up.” Hunter laughed. “Here we go again. I told you our relationship won’t change. I can’t believe you’re still pretending to be pregnant, still wanting to argue! You truly disappoint me.” I sighed, took his hand, and gently placed it over my lower abdomen. But the next second, Brianna’s scream echoed from behind me. Blood seeped thinly from her thigh, quickly staining her dress. “Hunter! The baby! Our baby! After she hit me, I started bleeding!”

Hunter stared at me, then told me with absolute certainty, “Whether you’re really pregnant or faking it, this child cannot exist now!” He rushed Brianna to the emergency room and called a doctor to examine me. When my pregnancy test results were placed in front of Hunter, he didn’t even glance at them, showing no trace of joy. I remained silent too. After a long, silent standoff, he finally spoke. “She lost the baby.” I found it inexplicably amusing and looked up at his solemn face. “So? So you’re going to kill *our* child?” “My child with you… it can’t be an illegitimate child… your child can’t stay.” I paused, then looked up at him in disbelief. “This is our first baby.” Brianna, her face pale, rushed in from outside the hospital room and collapsed into Hunter’s arms, her swollen eyes accusing me of her pain. “What child? She clearly bribed the doctor to trick you! That report is fake!” I was about to speak, when Hunter slowly picked up the pregnancy test report and examined it carefully. Bodyguards dragged the fleeing doctor back in through the door. The man grabbed the hem of my dress, desperately pleading. “Ms. Skylar, I did exactly as you asked! You promised me a promotion if you succeeded! You can’t abandon me!” After a moment, Hunter tore the report to shreds and turned to look at me. “Skylar, give me an explanation.” I pursed my lips, holding back tears, and stared at Hunter, counter-questioning him. “Is that truly how you see me?” “Perhaps I didn’t know you well enough before. People change.” Brianna choked back a sob and threw a newspaper in front of us. The headline blared: “Star Schemer Uses Fake Pregnancy To Oust CEO’s Fiancée, Ends in Miscarriage Scandal.” “Ms. Skylar, you got what you wanted!” “You deliberately came here, appeared in front of us, and blew things up, wasn’t it all for this moment? You succeeded! My baby is gone! You have to pay the price!” Hunter reached up and rubbed my shoulder, his voice devoid of emotion. “Skylar, you were too eager, but not clever enough. Playing dangerous games always has consequences!” His words struck me as utterly absurd and laughable. He was the one who, after his celebration banquet that night, begged me for his child. A unique little one, just for us. I thought he was finally ready to settle down, finally ready to give me a home. But I never imagined it was just drunken babble, empty words. Only I took it seriously. “Hunter, let’s stop torturing each other. Let’s break up.” He curved his lips. “Don’t try that ‘playing hard to get’ act.” “You’re all alone. Without me, where would you go? How would you live? Get an IUD, and I can pretend nothing happened. We can go back to how things were.” Brianna, still sobbing, pursed her lips. “Just an IUD? She should be sterilized! Her womb needs to be ripped out to pay for my baby!” Hunter simply glanced at her, then repeated, “Her matters, I decide.” Only then did she quiet down, glaring venomously at my lower abdomen. He had always been domineering and autocratic. I mistakenly thought that possessiveness was love.

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When it was time for year-end bonuses, I announced that everyone’s bonus would be doubled this year. But the company SnapChat group instantly blew up with a barrage of insults aimed at me. Thinking they were unhappy with the amount, I immediately announced the bonus would be multiplied tenfold. To my shock, the employees reacted even more violently this time. Someone even smashed up my office. I was completely baffled when I heard. Gritting my teeth, I decided to increase it to a hundred times the original amount. Yet, the next day, as soon as I stepped through the company doors, the employees swarmed me in a furious mob and beat me to death without a word. I died without ever understanding why. Then, I opened my eyes again. I had been reborn, back to the very day I announced the year-end bonuses. My entire body trembled as I stared at the message box, where the notice for the doubled bonus was still drafted. I frantically deleted every last word. Recalling my gruesome death in the previous life, all because I had doubled the year-end bonus, I was filled with a chilling confusion. Normally, I was incredibly good to my employees. They had all the benefits they could ask for, a four-day work week, and absolutely no overtime. I even set up a digital feedback system where employees could submit any suggestions, and I’d implement improvements immediately. They had even independently nominated me for a ‘Best Boss’ award from the local business community, which hung proudly in my office. As I was deep in thought, Liam, my boyfriend, pushed the door open and strolled in, smiling softly at me. “Hey, babe, everyone’s asking about this year’s bonus. Have you decided how we’re going to do it?” I froze. In my previous life, Liam had also been beaten to death trying to protect me. Our lives were on the line this time. I had to make a careful decision. After a moment of thought, I tentatively asked, “What do people think? I want to hear their opinions.” Liam shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “I knew you’d ask that, so I already checked. But everyone just said they’d follow your lead.” With the ball back in my court, I felt a familiar frustration. After a brief pause, I gently tapped my desk. “How about we stick to last year’s standard?” No changes. That had to be safe, right? “That could work…” Liam nodded. “But we’ve had a lot more business this year. If the bonus stays the same, won’t people feel…?” My heart clenched. I quickly changed my mind. “Okay, then besides the bonus, we’ll give everyone an extra three thousand dollars in shopping vouchers!” Last time, the problem arose from increasing the bonus amount. This time, I’d switch to physical gifts. Surely, that wouldn’t cause any trouble? Liam agreed, then posted the announcement in the SnapChat group. I waited anxiously for the employees’ reactions. Thankfully, the first reply was a huge thumbs-up emoji. More replies followed, all positive. Soon, the screen was flooded with approval. I breathed a sigh of relief. This disaster, at least, seemed to have been averted. But just as I was about to move on to other tasks, Liam’s face suddenly contorted. “Ava, look at the messages in the group!” A chill shot down my spine. I reopened the chat. Message after message popped up: “We hit double last year’s performance, and Ava gives us an extra three thousand in shopping vouchers? Wow, how generous!” “Company B, with less than half our performance, gets double our year-end perks. Clearly, Ava is the most ‘generous’ boss!” “When did Ava become so ‘magnanimous’?” Their words dripped with sarcasm. Cold sweat trickled down my back, and then it hit me: something was wrong. I knew Company B’s benefits. At most, their annual year-end perks barely reached twenty thousand dollars. Our standard year-end bonus alone was forty thousand, not to mention the extra three thousand in shopping vouchers. No matter how I calculated it, their claims didn’t add up to the situation. I was still pondering when Liam, visibly agitated, couldn’t hold back. His face was etched with alarm. “Everyone clearly disagrees! We need to come up with a new plan, fast!” I gritted my teeth. If shopping vouchers weren’t working, I’d try something else! I had Liam draft another announcement: “In addition to the above benefits, everyone will also receive the latest top-of-the-line Apple phone and an iPad!” 2. The group went silent after the message was sent. Still, my nerves were stretched taut, terrified of another disaster. Over half an hour passed, and there was still no activity in the group. Liam was the first to relax, forcing a smile. “Looks like everyone’s happy. They’re just too embarrassed to change their tune immediately, so no one’s saying anything.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, about to put my phone down, when several messages popped up. They were from Chloe, the manager. “Ava, I’ve muted them all. These people are going too far, insulting you over a few benefits!” “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to them later. I promise this won’t happen again!” She even included a few fawning emojis, clearly believing she’d done me a great service. My brain exploded. I sent a voice message back at lightning speed: “Who told you to mute them! Unmute them in three seconds, now!” “If you waste one more second, don’t bother coming to work tomorrow!” Less than two seconds after I sent the message, the group chat blew up again, every message directed at me: “Ava really has some tricks up her sleeve, doesn’t she? Not only is she constantly stripping away our benefits, but now she wants to silence us too!” “Hmph, looks like her ‘good boss’ image was all an act. Her true colors are finally showing!” “Why bother talking to a heartless capitalist like her? Let’s just take her to court and make her lose everything!” Staring at those messages, I was completely overwhelmed. I had given them everything I could, and the benefits were far beyond what any previous year had offered. I couldn’t understand why they were increasingly unhappy, even turning hostile. Liam, beside me, was frantic, pacing like a caged animal, muttering “What do we do?” over and over. Finally, he suggested I try giving out several times more in bonuses. I, of course, immediately shot down that idea. After a brief period of thought, I finally made a decision: I would talk to everyone face-to-face and find out what they really wanted. But when I expressed my thoughts to everyone, they all remained silent. I grew even more confused. “If you’re all unhappy with my bonus plan, then tell me your thoughts! That’s the only way I can make things better.” To my surprise, an employee named Maya sneered, “Ava, you know exactly what’s going on. Why are you still pretending in front of us?” “If you want to exploit us, just say it directly. There’s no need for these roundabout games. You’re tired, and we’re even more tired!” Another employee, Sarah, scoffed, “Exactly. I actually thought Ava King was a good boss. Turns out you’re just setting traps for us to fall into!” “I’ve seen shameless bosses, but never one as shameless as you! Ugh!” Immediately, others joined in, their voices overlapping in angry discussion, all fuming at me. After being inexplicably insulted for half an hour, even my good temper snapped. “I keep adding to the bonus because you’re unhappy! The benefits you’re getting now are already far beyond any other company in our industry!” “Even if you’re still not satisfied, you can tell me your demands directly, and I’ll grant them! But you’re saying nothing, just constantly insulting me. How does that solve anything?” I thought someone would finally tell the truth, but everyone just stared at me with cold sneers, utterly silent. Their stares made my skin crawl. Remembering how those same faces had beaten me to death in my past life, I quickly turned and hurried away. 3. But behind me, I heard several mocking voices: “See? She’s clearly guilty, that’s why she ran!” “She put on such an innocent act just now, I almost believed her.” Then followed a torrent of vile insults aimed at me. Back in my office, I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. I had done everything I could, yet I still couldn’t figure out why everyone harbored such resentment over the bonuses. If this continued, I truly didn’t know what to do! Just then, my phone rang. It was Liam. “Ava, I’ve been thinking, and I’m sure everyone still thinks the bonus is too small. But you rejected my suggestion to add more money last time.” “I know you care about the company’s finances. So, I’m willing to cover this expense myself.” “I’ve already sent out the notice for you: everyone’s bonus will be increased tenfold!” My mind instantly exploded. I screamed, “Liam, you need to retract that messag—” It was too late. A barrage of shouts and insults suddenly erupted from outside my office, growing rapidly louder. The next second, my office window was smashed to smithereens, and the door frame rattled violently from repeated kicks. I quickly ducked into the hidden cabinet I’d prepared, clamping my hand over my mouth, afraid to make a sound. The smashing and shouting outside continued for about fifteen minutes before gradually subsiding. Only after confirming it was safe did I emerge, gazing at the wreckage scattered across the floor. A chill ran down my spine. Though, based on my past life, a tenfold bonus shouldn’t cost me my life, being caught would undoubtedly lead to a lot of suffering. I dialed Liam’s number, furious at this screw-up. “Liam, from now on, you are not to make any decisions without my approval! Do you hear me?” Liam sounded completely bewildered on the other end, but after another stern warning from me, he meekly agreed. Chloe soon called, saying that the office smashing was just a few hot-headed male employees, most people weren’t involved, and the matter had already been resolved. I finally relaxed a bit, then asked her to relay a company-wide meeting notice for me. I then called the bank manager, requesting ten million dollars in cash be delivered immediately, escorted by armed bodyguards. In the meeting room, everyone stared in astonishment at the small mountain of cash behind me and the line of armed bodyguards. Liam and Chloe looked completely bewildered, unsure of my intentions. My gaze swept over everyone. I cleared my throat and said solemnly, “Given everyone’s hard work this year, I’ve decided to increase this year’s year-end bonus to a hundred times the original amount! And it will be distributed immediately!” The next second, the room erupted in uproar. Almost every employee’s face twisted in fury, glaring fiercely at me. Many even radiated pure murderous intent. If not for the deterrence of the armed bodyguards behind me, I had no doubt they would have rushed forward immediately and beaten me to death! Though no one dared to act, a tidal wave of insults washed over me: “Ava King, we worked our backsides off to make this company bigger and stronger. We put in so much effort, and you’re trying to drive us to ruin! Are you even human?” “Ava, if my whole family is pushed to their deaths by you, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!” “Ava King, I’m going to fight you!” Several employees could no longer hold back. They grabbed chairs and charged at me, their eyes screaming that they wanted to smash me to pieces!

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Everyone was scrambling to sell their accounts for the mobile game that was about to shut down. Only I stayed up all night, saying goodbye to each NPC in the game. My friends all laughed, calling me crazy for treating a bunch of data like real people. But then, monsters suddenly descended upon the world. The game’s NPCs became terrifying realities. Everyone was panicking, running for their lives. Only I was in my backyard, casually fishing and enjoying a barbecue. Terrifying realities? What terrifying realities? They were all my best friends. Eldoria Online, a globally popular game, announced it would shut down in one day. As soon as the news broke, everyone rushed to sell their accounts. My roommate, Leo, urged me to sell mine quickly too. “Even a little money is better than nothing,” he’d said. But I didn’t want to sell. For me, what that account meant to me, personally, was far more valuable than money. I politely declined Leo’s suggestion to sell our accounts together and logged in alone. I figured if the game was closing, I should at least give it a proper farewell. After all, this game had been with me through the hardest five years of my life. As usual, I logged on, harvested my garden vegetables, and tidied up my in-game yard. Then, I started visiting each character one by one. I went to the main city and spent all the gold in my account. I bought the old messenger his favorite pastries. I brought Professor Miller the paper and pens he wanted. I bought new shoes for the homeless man by the city gates. I brought something for every single game character. Watching them smile and say, “Thank you, noble hero,” filled me with satisfaction. I smiled back. “Goodbye for now. We might not see each other again, so please, take good care of yourselves.” I whispered to the characters on the screen. My roommate, Leo, scoffed dismissively: “I swear you’ve lost your mind. They’re just data. Once the servers shut down, they’re deleted with one click.” “Take care of yourselves? You actually think they’re real people? You’re out of your mind.” I lowered my eyes, my voice soft but firm as I retorted: “How you see it is your business.” “I consider them my friends. Please don’t insult them.” He snorted. “Alright, alright, ‘friends,’ hahahaha. You really need to see a shrink.” “Calling screen data your friends? How desperate for affection must you be?” “I told you before, something’s not right with him. We should tell the teacher to send him to a mental hospital.” As he spoke, he reached for my phone: “Stop being crazy. Just link your account with mine and sell them.” I pushed him away. “I said no. Leo, I’ll do what I want. Mind your own business.” “Besides, friends are people who provide good emotional support, and they give that to me. Why can’t they be my friends?” As we argued, the clock silently ticked past midnight. I frantically glanced at my phone, only to find the game had been forcibly logged off and shut down. Evelyn! I hadn’t visited Evelyn yet! It was all Leo’s fault, just one more to go. She’s so delicate; disappearing without saying goodbye would probably upset her for ages. But now, no matter how anxious I was, it was too late. Eldoria Online had officially shut down.

On the first day after Eldoria Online shut down, a fierce wind swept outside. A convenience store’s awning on the roadside was ripped up, base and all, flying several meters away. The frantic clerk tried to stop it but was pushed back by the strong gusts. The news repeatedly broadcasted reports of this global storm. Experts took turns analyzing it, but there was no definitive explanation. Some even speculated it was the end of the world. I looked at the dwindling food supply in our dorm and felt a surge of panic. The wind wouldn’t stop, making it impossible to go out. My remaining supplies would only last until tonight. Leo, however, was completely unconcerned: “See? I told you to sell your account with me.” “I made a fortune, eighty thousand bucks! Once the money clears, I can order takeout even if delivery costs a hundred. You just wait to starve!” I didn’t bother arguing with him. He hadn’t even considered that with the game shut down, no one would pay big money for an account; it was probably a scam. I got up to go to the bathroom and wash up when a mechanical system voice suddenly sounded: “Eldoria Online dungeon upload successful. Fantasy dungeon initiated. First mission: Find Ellie’s favorite thing!” “Time limit: 24 hours. Failure will result in annihilation.” “Ellie?” “What the hell is that sound? A mission? Who’s the crazy person talking?” Leo and I spoke at the same time, but our questions were completely different. Ellie was a character in Eldoria Online, the village elder’s granddaughter in the starting zone. She usually loved playing hide-and-seek in the grass by the stream near the village entrance, a really cute kid. But this must just be a coincidence, right? Same name. *Knock, knock, knock.* The dorm door suddenly rattled. Leo walked over and opened it: “Who is it?!” “Mark? What happened to you?” I leaned in to look. Mark was covered in blood, weakly clinging to the wall: “Help, help me!” He stammered the words, and before we could react, he collapsed to the floor. Behind him emerged a small girl with two pigtails, holding a lollipop, her big eyes blinking. She squinted at us and grinned: “Big brother, did you find Ellie’s favorite thing?” Leo jumped back in fright: “Where did this kid come from? You scared me! Kid, where are your parents?” I stared at the girl’s face, finding it increasingly familiar. Wasn’t this Ellie from Eldoria Online? Her clothes and appearance were identical to the game model. How could someone look exactly like a game character? Unconsciously, I shifted a step to the side—a habitual movement when I was thinking. But a sudden chill pierced my calf, making me flinch. What was that? So cold. I looked down. It was Mark! I knelt down and touched him. Mark, at some point, had stopped breathing. His whole body was ice-cold, like he’d just been pulled from an ice cave. I scrambled back onto the floor, stunned: “Dead! Someone’s dead!” “Dead? Are you losing your mind?” Leo turned back to glare at me, annoyed. At the same moment, computers, TVs, phones—every electronic device worldwide—suddenly switched to the same screen. “Experts have confirmed that this anomaly originates from a fantasy game: Eldoria Online.” “Urgent broadcast: We are seeking information from anyone familiar with this game!” “Remember, if you encounter anyone who strongly resembles a character from the game, do not stop! Do not look, do not listen, evacuate immediately!” “If you unfortunately encounter one, please answer any questions they ask with extreme caution. A wrong answer will lead to death!” “Repeat: All citizens must answer any questions posed by these characters with extreme caution!!!” “Now broadcasting character game screenshots.”

“No, no way. It’s a joke, right? Game characters actually came to life?” Leo stared back and forth between the computer screen and Ellie’s face, utterly disbelieving. Ellie still smiled at us, looking just like a normal kid. “Brother, did you find Ellie’s favorite thing? It’s getting late, Ellie needs to go home. Hurry and tell Ellie!” My hands trembled, not from fear or nervousness, but from excitement! I thought I’d never see my friends again, the ones who’d been with me for five years. A game shutting down is sad and helpless. No matter how much you don’t want it to, if the developers decide, everything you poured your heart and soul into—the people, the things, the account—can disappear overnight. And you’re powerless to stop it. The moment I saw the shutdown announcement, my blood ran cold. My mind was consumed by uncontrollable panic. I couldn’t imagine how I’d live without them. But now, they were back. Even if it was in this terrifying form that spread panic among the public, I felt overjoyed! “Ellie’s favorite thing? Who the hell knows? She’s just a starter zone guide. Her storyline is less than one percent of the game.” Leo’s eyes darted around. He suddenly grabbed me and shoved me forward forcefully. “Ask him! He knows! He found it!” *Slam!* He shut the dorm door, leaving me and Ellie locked outside. Through the transparent window on the door, he smirked at me triumphantly: “I’m not dying. You can die first, you monster.” “Besides, didn’t you love studying character lore? Now’s your chance to shine, good luck!” His eyebrows were raised, showing the arrogant swagger of a spoiled rich kid. He was utterly vicious. Just like he used to be, telling classmates I was crazy for treating screen characters as real people, leading everyone to ostracize me. It made my teeth itch with hatred. Fine, Leo, you treat me this way, don’t blame me. I looked at Ellie: “Ellie, I know what your favorite thing is, but after I tell you, you have to go ask that big brother over there. That big brother also wants to answer your question.” Ellie tilted her head: “That big brother also wants to play with me? Okay! You tell me first, and after you do, I’ll go find him!” Leo instantly panicked, pounding on the metal door and cursing: “Alex, you bastard! You’re trying to get me killed! Why don’t you just answer it yourself?” “Damn it! Damn it!” I ignored him, leaned close to Ellie’s ear, and whispered so only we could hear: “Our little Ellie loves big machetes.” A flash of insight sparked in Ellie’s eyes. She giggled: “Brother knows so much.” Leo’s pounding on the door grew louder: “What did you say?! Tell me! Alex, you can’t just leave me to die! We’re roommates!” “But… that’s the wrong answer!” What?! Wrong answer? How could that be? I was stunned, and Leo froze too.

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