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At my wedding, the officiant asked me: “Willow Vance, what’s your biggest wish after getting married?” Amidst the cheerful chatter about a long and happy life, and maybe some grandkids, I calmly replied: “Divorce.” The officiant looked stunned. Being a seasoned professional, he quickly chuckled, “Our bride has quite the sense of humor!” “I’m not joking.” Seeing my serious expression, the officiant froze. All the guests present stared in disbelief. Then, everyone’s gaze shifted to my husband, Liam Caldwell, standing beside me. A flicker of panic crossed Liam’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. “Willow, don’t be so dramatic.” My husband gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Since I chose you, you’re mine. Forever.” My father-in-law, Arthur Caldwell, who stood behind Liam, smiled. He addressed the crowd, “Outsiders might think Willow isn’t a match for my son, but I, Arthur Caldwell, am not an unreasonable man. As long as my son is happy, that’s all that matters.” Everyone immediately seemed to relax, exchanging sympathetic smiles. [Willow must be totally dizzy from this sudden stroke of luck. She hasn’t even fully woken up yet.] [Right? Ever since Vance Industries crumbled, they’ve been nothing. It’s truly unbelievable that Mr. Caldwell would marry Willow.] [So many women were chasing Liam, all prettier than Willow, and many with similar backgrounds. Who would’ve thought the Caldwells would choose Willow in the end?] [I heard Liam actually pursued her first.] “Let’s continue.” Prompted by my father-in-law, the officiant snapped out of his daze and resumed the ceremony. After the wedding, my answer to the officiant went viral. It wasn’t surprising; the Caldwell Group was the most influential powerhouse in the entire city. The Caldwell family taking in a daughter-in-law was already a hot topic; such a dramatic moment was bound to break the internet. Despite my father-in-law and husband’s explanations, and the guests’ outward understanding, online, the skepticism exploded: “This marriage is messed up,” “there’s definitely something fishy going on,” “the Caldwells are actually shady,” and so on. Rumors spread like wildfire, engulfing the whole city. The Caldwell Group’s stock price began to fluctuate.

My father-in-law panicked. He publicly clarified the situation on television. After reiterating that my words stemmed from insecurity, he added an objective reason. “My daughter-in-law was running a high fever on our wedding day, which caused her to speak incoherently. In fact, she doesn’t even remember what she said afterward.” With that, he produced a diagnostic report with my name on it, showing a fever of 103.1°F. But netizens weren’t convinced; the negative comments continued. My father-in-law called me to his study. “Willow, you started this, and you need to put an end to it.” “No problem, Arthur.” I readily agreed. In the video, I spoke earnestly. “My father-in-law asked me to post a video clarifying what I said at the wedding, claiming I was delirious from a high fever. I think I really should respond. My answer is no. While most people get married hoping to stay together for life, I’m different…” My “explanation” only made things worse; netizens immediately blew up, demanding to know what had really happened. I didn’t respond. Before I even logged off, a flood of direct messages poured in. I only replied to one independent investigative reporter. I warned him, “You should stay out of my business; it could hurt you. If you’re not afraid for your safety, then go ahead. Think carefully.” He chuckled dismissively. “Ms. Vance, what I need is a breaking news story.” Then, he earnestly asked for my opinion, “You’re the breakthrough I need for my investigation. It might cause some trouble in your personal life. Do you mind?” “I don’t mind.” Days later, the reporter posted online with the headline: — *Saying ‘Divorce’ at the Wedding: A Complex Truth Behind the Scenes.* “Chairman Arthur Caldwell risked his entire fortune to make a last-ditch effort to save Vance Industries, but ultimately failed.” “After Richard Vance and his wife tragically passed away, Arthur Caldwell was so grief-stricken he didn’t eat for three days.” “Liam Caldwell and Willow Vance had an engagement contract long ago. After the Vance family fell, Arthur Caldwell honored his promise and had his son marry Willow.”

The content might have been brief, but it was impactful. [Wow, so the Caldwells and Vances have known each other for years!] [Arthur Caldwell is a man of his word, truly admirable!] [A rare gem of a man!] Everyone now understood why I had said those words. [No wonder she felt so insecure. So that’s what happened.] [She was already prepared for divorce.] [At least she’s sensible.] The positive impact was immediate; the Caldwell Group’s stock price soared. But my father-in-law was furious when he saw the report. “Who’s investigating this? That damn fool!” “Arthur, you should be happy. After all, this is good news.” Hearing me say this, my father-in-law suddenly realized he’d lost his temper. He quickly softened his expression and said, “I’ve always disliked drawing attention to myself.” As I turned to leave, I heard my father-in-law quietly order his son, “Find out who’s behind this, and shut it down immediately.” After that, my father-in-law’s family became exceptionally kind to me, showering me with meticulous care, as if I were a precious treasure they’d brought into their home. A few days later, the reporter posted online again. “To marry Willow Vance, the Caldwell family turned down many wealthy alliances, offending numerous business peers.” “To prevent Liam’s admirers from seeking revenge on Willow for not getting Liam, Chairman Caldwell specifically arranged bodyguards for Willow.” “The bodyguards are inseparable from Willow; Chairman Caldwell is incredibly devoted to his daughter-in-law.” Netizens were once again stunned, saying I, Willow Vance, was incredibly lucky to marry into the Caldwell family. They understood my wedding day comment even more. My father-in-law’s face grew increasingly dark. He chided his son for his inefficiency, “Didn’t you already find out who it was? Why didn’t you stop them?” My husband, looking distressed, said, “That reporter is very persistent. He said he’d already gotten Willow’s permission, so he refuses to give up.” My father-in-law gave me a sum of money to offer the reporter, hoping he’d drop the investigation. When I found the reporter with the money, he smiled, “I was just short on clues, and here they come.” I pretended not to understand him. “What do you mean?” The reporter stared into my eyes and said softly, “It clearly benefits your father-in-law, yet he doesn’t want the investigation to continue. That tells me he’s afraid of something.” I secretly nodded to myself. I hadn’t chosen the wrong person. But I warned him again, “You need to think this through. It’s not too late to stop now.” “Thank you for the warning, Ms. Vance. But I have to uphold my profession. And I owe it to the public.” A few more days passed. Another post from the reporter appeared online. “The Vance family’s bankruptcy was due to Richard Vance and his wife mistakenly signing a $3 billion contract, leading to their downfall.” “The Vance family was likely set up.” “The tip of the iceberg has been revealed. I intend to uncover everything. Please, netizens, be patient; the truth will soon come to light.” It was late, and the light in the study was still on. Through the crack in the door, I saw my husband angrily tell my father-in-law, “He took the money and still didn’t stop. He’s asking for trouble.” My father-in-law’s face was distorted in a menacing grimace, his voice barely a whisper, “I’ll tell you what to do…” Days later, I didn’t see any new posts from the reporter, but I heard about his death. My best friend told me. “Willow, did you hear? That reporter investigating you died. He was hit by a car.” “They say the driver was drunk and fled the scene overnight. The police have issued a warrant.” My heart felt as if it had been brutally stabbed with a knife. “Are you sure he’s dead?” “Yes. Your father-in-law demanded that the police absolutely catch the hit-and-run driver and punish him severely. He said after reading the reporter’s posts, he realized his dear friends’ deaths might have had a hidden motive.” “Your father-in-law said he had planned to investigate with the reporter, but now the lead is suddenly cut off…”

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Vivian Thorne, the new coach at my gym, claimed she could offer “painless body sculpting.” Just lie down, and the weight would melt off. She blew up overnight. Countless celebrities and influencers flocked to the gym, her private sessions skyrocketing to hundreds of thousands of dollars each. But with every one of her private lessons, my own weight inexplicably ballooned. My friends mocked me. My boyfriend dumped me. Even worse, the insatiable cravings many of her clients experienced began to plague me too. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, desperate for high-calorie foods. A day without a sugary boba tea felt like torture. I stormed into the gym, demanding answers. Everyone just brushed me off, assuming I’d failed at my diet and was just lashing out at the celebrity coach. Facing my furious accusations, Vivian simply continued guiding a famous actress through some stretches. “Ma’am, please don’t interrupt my work. I’m about to take my VIP client to the Victoria’s Secret model casting. There’s no room for error.” As her team stunned the crowd at the casting, I suddenly collapsed. Overweight and suffering from heart and lung failure, I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to Vivian Thorne’s first day at the gym.

“Cassie, look! The new coach, her body is absolutely insane!” My best friend, Chloe Miller, tugged my arm, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the entrance. I followed her gaze, and my heart plummeted. It was her! Vivian Thorne. She wore a perfectly tailored, blush-pink activewear set that hugged her flawless curves, not an ounce of fat in sight. Her high ponytail swayed gently with her movements, and a confident, approachable smile played on her lips as she chatted with Mr. Jenkins, the gym owner. She was a magnet, instantly drawing every eye in the gym. But all I saw was a demon cloaked in beauty. Of course, I remembered her. I remembered her smiling as she told me, “Obesity is simply a sign of weak willpower.” I remembered how she’d emerged from Derek Stone’s car, coolly handing me a flyer with her picture on it, just after he’d dumped me. And most vividly, I remembered seeing her on TV, basking in the spotlight of an interview, through the blurry window of the ambulance, right before I died. Now, that monster was back— No, *I* was back. I had been reborn. “Cassie, what are you staring at? Your eyes are practically bugging out.” Chloe nudged me. “I heard she’s a celebrity coach from overseas, specializing in painless body sculpting. You just lie there and get slim! I need to book a trial session, fast!” “Don’t!” I grabbed her arm, my voice trembling. “Listen to me, stay away from her. She’s not right!” Chloe paused, then yanked her hand away, a frown creasing her brow. “What’s gotten into you today? She just got here, and you’re already saying she’s ‘not right’? Are you just jealous because she’s so beautiful?” Jealous? A chill snaked up my spine. In my previous life, Chloe had been one of Vivian’s most loyal clients. Vivian had turned Chloe into her walking advertisement, while I had become her personal fat dumping ground, a sacrificial lamb. “I’m not!” I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. “Her methods are definitely flawed. They’re bad for your body!” “Bad? All I see is her perfect body and a stack of success stories!” Chloe was clearly annoyed. “If I can’t book her class, are you going to make me thin?” She didn’t believe me. Not a word. I spun around and marched toward the owner’s office. Mr. Jenkins was all smiles, pouring tea for Vivian Thorne. “Mr. Jenkins!” I burst in. “That new coach, you can’t use her! She’s a problem!” Mr. Jenkins’s smile froze. He looked at me, then at Vivian, his expression a mix of embarrassment and displeasure. “Cassie, don’t be ridiculous. Coach Thorne is my star hire, I paid a fortune for her. Her resume and expertise are top-notch.” Vivian picked up her teacup, gently blowing on it, not even glancing my way, as if I were thin air. That feeling of being utterly ignored was identical to my past life. “Her training methods aren’t scientific!” I insisted, my voice urgent. “It’s not fitness; it’s dangerous!” “Dangerous?” Mr. Jenkins scoffed as if I’d told the funniest joke. He gestured at Vivian. “Cassie, just look at Coach Thorne. She’s her own best advertisement. Are you just stressed from your diet? Have you lost your mind?” Vivian finally lifted her head, her gaze landing on me, a faint, unsettling smile playing on her lips. “Have we met before, miss? Your hostility… it seems rather sudden.” My blood ran cold. “Your good times are numbered.” I said no more, leaving that chilling remark as I turned and walked out. Behind me, I heard Mr. Jenkins’s profuse apologies and Vivian’s calm, soft laughter.

Vivian Thorne’s trial classes were fully booked. The gym’s main studio was packed. Chloe, having secured a spot in the front row, waved at me excitedly. I stood at the back of the crowd, watching everything with a cold stare. Vivian didn’t have anyone doing strenuous exercises. She simply guided them through some gentle stretches, coupled with what she called “specialized breathwork.” “Relax. Imagine all the excess, bothersome fat in your body, being expelled with every exhale.” Her voice was gentle yet hypnotic, carrying a seductive power. The clients closed their eyes, looking utterly blissful. What a ridiculous scene. If I hadn’t experienced it firsthand, I too might have fallen for her deceptive spiel. I fixated on Vivian Thorne. I could feel an unseen, viscous energy spreading from her, enveloping the entire studio. That web began to tighten, drawing something from each client. Finally, all the threads converged in my direction. It was here. That invasive, unnatural feeling, like something foreign being forced into me, returned. My body grew heavy. Breathing became difficult, as if invisible cement was being poured into my veins, weighing down my every limb. I couldn’t just stand there and let it happen. “Don’t believe her, everyone!” I burst forward, pointing at Vivian. “This isn’t fitness! She’s harming you! Your fat isn’t disappearing; it’s being transferred!” My shout startled everyone awake. They stared at me, bewildered. Chloe’s face flushed crimson. She rushed over, trying to clap her hand over my mouth. “Cassie, you’re crazy! Stop it!” Vivian Thorne’s composure cracked for the first time, but only for a fleeting second. She quickly regained her poise, walking toward me with a hurt, yet understanding, expression. “Miss, I completely understand that many traditional fitness coaches might question my new methods.” She turned to the crowd. “But the results don’t lie. Everyone, please step onto the body fat scales now.” The clients, still wary, did as she asked. The next second, gasps of astonishment erupted. “Oh my god! I lost three pounds! Just from lying here for an hour?” “My body fat percentage dropped by a full point! How is that even possible?” “This is insane! Pure magic!” Chloe also stepped onto a scale. When she saw the numbers on the screen, she shrieked with excitement. She turned back to me, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger. “Cassie! Did you see that? Is *this* the scammer you were talking about?” I felt utterly cold. Of course, they had gotten thinner. Because their fat was, at this very moment, inside my body. My hands trembling, I walked to an empty body fat scale. On the screen, the numbers spun wildly, finally settling on a figure a full five and a half pounds heavier than I had been that morning. “Everyone, look,” Vivian’s voice rang out above me, laced with a feigned pity. “This young lady’s weight… actually increased. I suppose some people are just like that. If they can’t achieve something themselves, they can’t stand to see others succeed.” “You…” I was shaking with rage. “How rude, ruining things just because she can’t stick to her own diet.” “Exactly. Look at her, she probably just overeats all the time.” “So pathetic, and yet so annoying.” The whispers and judgments stung me deeply. I looked at Chloe, hoping she would stand up for me, say something. But she just turned her head away, pulling her new ‘newly-slimmed friends’ with her, excitedly discussing where they should go to celebrate. Amidst everyone’s laughter and accusations, Vivian walked over to me. She leaned in close, whispering in my ear: “Garbage belongs in the garbage can.”

Vivian Thorne became an overnight sensation. “Painless body sculpting” was the hottest topic in the city’s elite circles. The gym’s classes were completely booked, and Mr. Jenkins was grinning from ear to ear, though he now looked at me as if I were a persistent nuisance. Vivian’s private sessions fetched a six-figure price tag, yet securing a spot was still nearly impossible. I, meanwhile, had become the sole punchline of this grand celebration. My weight began to skyrocket at an alarming rate. In just one week, I gained fifteen pounds. The reflection in the mirror was grotesquely swollen. My face was round, my beautiful collarbones long gone, replaced by a thick double chin. Even more terrifying were the desires that had appeared out of nowhere. I developed a frantic obsession with sweets and fried foods. I’d wake up starving in the middle of the night, my mind consumed by a single thought: *eat*. I couldn’t control myself. I’d open my DoorDash app and order everything at the top of the fried chicken, burger, and milkshake categories. When the food arrived, I’d ravenously stuff it into my mouth until a sharp, agonizing pain flared in my stomach, only then would I pause slightly. Afterward, came a deeper wave of self-loathing and panic. Derek chose that moment to break up with me. He asked to meet at our usual coffee shop. His gaze was cold, filled with an unsettling blend of unfamiliarity and disdain. “Cassie, we need to end this.” He just blurted it out. My fingers tightened around my water glass. My heart felt as if a giant hand had seized it. “Why?” Despite having already braced myself for it, I couldn’t help but ask. “Just look at you.” He didn’t bother to hide his contempt. “I can’t even take you out in public. My friends would laugh at me for dating someone who let herself go.” His words sliced through me like knives. I looked at him, the man I’d loved for three years. I remembered him taking such meticulous care of me when I was sick. I remembered him swearing he’d love me no matter what I became. Turns out, vows were cheap. “Derek, what if I told you someone *did* this to me? Would you believe me?” I made one last, desperate plea. He scoffed, his eyes full of the contempt one reserves for a lunatic. “Cassie, stop making excuses. Just admit it, you can’t control yourself.” Just then, a sleek, fiery red Porsche pulled up outside the coffee shop. The car door opened, and a woman, exquisitely dressed and stunningly beautiful, stepped out. It was Vivian Thorne. She strode directly to our table, casually looping her arm through Derek’s. She flashed me a triumphant smile. “Cassie, what a coincidence. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Derek’s new girlfriend.” Derek didn’t pull away. Instead, he gazed at her with a doting expression. I understood. Everything became clear. Even after a new life, some things were just destined to repeat. “Cassie,” Vivian pulled a business card from her purse, elegantly sliding it across the table toward me. “This is my card. For Derek’s sake, I can offer you a twenty percent discount. Though, given your current condition, you’ll probably need double the sessions.” It was a clear, calculated insult. I shot to my feet, knocking my coffee cup over, sending a splash of dark liquid cascading down her pristine white dress. “Ah!” Vivian shrieked. A large, ugly stain bloomed on her expensive gown. Derek immediately jumped up, frantically dabbing at the stain with a napkin, while glaring at me. “Cassie, what are you doing! Apologize to Vivian, now!” Apologize? I wanted to rip that smug, fake smile off her face. I snatched the water glass from the table and *splashed* it straight into her face. Ignoring Derek’s furious roar and Vivian’s outraged shriek, I turned and stormed out of the coffee shop. I couldn’t wait any longer. I *had* to uncover her secret, or she’d drain me dry, literally, one way or another.

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After my husband died, I could actually see his soul hovering above. While clearing out his things, I heard him whisper, “Thank God she didn’t find the deed to the apartment I bought for Chloe.” I didn’t say a word. I just called my lawyer and reclaimed the apartment he’d given his mistress. The day the apartment was recovered, his soul frantically paced around the living room. But the very next second, I heard him sigh in relief. “At least I placed Chloe and my child with her. She’ll take good care of our kid.” I remained silent, but that same day, I contacted the foster care agency and sent the adopted child away. Looking back at all the guilt I felt when my husband Ryan died, it seems laughable now. The day Ryan was in a car accident, I rushed to the ER, only to be grabbed by his aunt Carol. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she shrieked, “Maya! You materialistic gold-digger! Ryan was in an accident on his way to get your anniversary gift!” My mother-in-law lunged at me, twisting my arm. “Ryan was such a good, honest man!” she screamed. “Ever since he married you, he worked himself to the bone. And you, you greedy bitch, had to demand some fancy gift. He’s dead because of you!” The relatives from Ryan’s side instantly swarmed around, their voices overlapping, pushing all the blame onto me. I opened my mouth, wanting to explain that I had only mentioned our anniversary was coming up, I never demanded Ryan buy anything. But now, the words were stuck in my throat, not a single one escaping. My son Leo reacted in a way that choked me up the most. He tugged at my sleeve, shaking me hard. “Mommy is bad! It’s all because you wanted a gift that Daddy died! I don’t have a daddy anymore!” A child’s words are the most direct, and the most hurtful. Guilt, like a rampant vine, grew wildly, strangling me until I couldn’t breathe. It was true. If I hadn’t mentioned our anniversary, Ryan wouldn’t have gone out at that time, and he wouldn’t have been in a car accident. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Just then, in a daze, I glimpsed Ryan’s soul hovering above the ER. I thought it was a hallucination brought on by overwhelming grief. But it wasn’t until his voice rang out that I realized it was all real. “Good thing Maya doesn’t know I was on my way to buy Chloe a cake when I crashed.” “Chloe is so timid. If she knew I died because of her, how much she’d blame herself…” His voice was light and airy, yet it struck me like a bolt of lightning, freezing my blood instantly. I abruptly stopped crying, my gaze fixed intently on Ryan’s soul. Of course, I knew the Chloe he was talking about. She was Ryan’s junior from college, and she joined their company two years ago after graduating. Ryan often brought her up in front of me, saying she was innocent and sensible, and despite her poor background, she was incredibly hardworking. He claimed it was only natural for him to look after her a bit more out of “alumni camaraderie” and told me not to overthink it. He had kept his word, never doing anything inappropriate with Chloe. But I never imagined he would be so deeply invested in another woman behind my back. “If Chloe hadn’t said she wanted the mango mousse from that bakery across town, I wouldn’t have rushed, taking a shortcut and running that red light…” Ryan’s soul floated aimlessly in the air, his voice full of regret, yet he didn’t mention me once. “Good thing Mom and Dad covered for me, saying I was getting Maya an anniversary gift. Otherwise, with her temper, she’d definitely go after Chloe and make the poor girl suffer.” “I left in such a hurry, didn’t leave Chloe anything. Good thing I bought her an apartment when she first started working. At least she won’t be homeless in this big city after I’m gone.” Hearing Ryan’s words, I let out a soft laugh. I wanted to see how he planned to protect his “poor girl” even in death.

The day after the funeral, I immediately contacted Attorney Sarah. I gave her the address of the apartment Ryan had mentioned, along with Chloe’s personal information. “Also, prepare a statement. Say that Chloe exploited Ryan Thompson’s sympathy, falsely claiming financial hardship and homelessness, to defraud him of this property.” “Ryan, being inherently kind, made this decision without consulting me. Now that he’s gone, as his legal spouse, I have the right to reclaim our joint marital property.” Attorney Sarah was surprised but prepared all the necessary documents according to my instructions. Three days later, I arrived at Chloe’s doorstep with Attorney Sarah and several other staff members. The moment the door opened, I froze. Chloe was wearing a cream-colored loungewear set. The style and details were exactly like a gift Ryan had brought back for me from a business trip, hanging in my own closet. Even the necklace around Chloe’s neck was the same model as mine. So, he had split his affections long ago, one part for me, one part for his college junior. When Chloe saw me, a flicker of panic crossed her face. She instinctively pulled at her collar. “Maya, why are you here?” I didn’t speak, letting Attorney Sarah hand her the documents. “Ms. Chloe, according to legal provisions, this property belongs to Ms. Maya and Mr. Ryan Thompson as joint marital property. Mr. Thompson’s unilateral gift is invalid. Ms. Maya now demands the return of the property. Please cooperate with vacating the premises.” Chloe’s face instantly went white. She turned to me. “Maya, Ryan gave this to me. You can’t make me leave.” Hearing her words, I smirked. “Ms. Chloe, I’d like to ask, what exactly is your relationship with my husband, Ryan Thompson?” Chloe stiffened, her eyes darting away, afraid to meet my gaze. “Maya, I… I’m just Ryan’s junior. We don’t have any other relationship.” “A junior? What kind of junior is worth him giving you a three-million-dollar apartment in the city center?” Chloe looked at Attorney Sarah behind me, her lips trembling. After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence. “I… Ryan said it wasn’t easy for me after graduation, he wanted me to have a place to stay…” She hadn’t even finished speaking when I saw Ryan’s soul in mid-air, frantically pacing and muttering repeatedly. “Chloe, don’t say anything stupid. Just say I let you stay here, out of alumni friendship.” He floated over to Chloe, wanting to pat her shoulder to remind her, but his hand passed right through. He could only stomp his feet in place, even more agitated. “Just say it! Don’t let her catch you. That apartment is your security, it can’t be taken back.” I ignored him, keeping my gaze firmly on Chloe. “My husband claimed you were from a poor family, with no fixed abode. Yet I found out your parents just built a detached villa back home.” “Ms. Chloe, it’s not very dignified to exploit someone’s kindness.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it clearly carried to the neighbors around us. Chloe’s face flushed red then paled. She wanted to say something, but I didn’t give her the chance. “Regarding your false claim of poverty to defraud Ryan of property, we have prepared the relevant documents. If you cooperate with moving out, we will not pursue legal action against you.” “But if you refuse, we will proceed legally. At that point, you will not only have to return the property but also bear corresponding legal responsibilities.” Ryan’s soul was spinning frantically, wanting to rush over and protect Chloe, but he repeatedly passed through our bodies, only able to shriek at me. “Maya, stop! You can’t do this to Chloe!” Mid-shriek, he suddenly stopped, his soul freezing in mid-air. Then a look of hopeful relief spread across his face. “I almost forgot, Leo is still with you. He’s my and Chloe’s child. Everything in the Thompson family will eventually belong to Leo…”

I stood rooted to the spot, frozen, unable to react for a long time. That child, whom Ryan and I had adopted from the orphanage, that child I had loved for five years and treated as my own, was actually Ryan and Chloe’s biological son? Countless images flooded my mind uncontrollably. When I tutored Leo with his homework, he would cry over math problems. I patiently explained it five times, but he would tear up his notebook, yelling, “Mommy’s explanations are impossible to understand.” When Ryan came home, he’d only read the formula once, and Leo would instantly grasp it, cuddling into Ryan’s arms and making a face at me. “Daddy is a hundred times smarter than you.” When I told Leo bedtime stories, he would always wake up startled and say, “Mommy, your voice is annoying.” But when Ryan occasionally told him a story, even if it was about something Leo wasn’t interested in, he would fall asleep peacefully. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. My efforts to please, my endless patience, it had all been one-sided. The child I had loved for five years actually had his own biological mother. That’s why everything I did was wrong in his eyes, everything I did annoyed him. “Chloe is so smart, keeping Leo right under Maya’s nose.” Ryan’s soul floated in the air, his voice full of triumph. “Maya, that woman, is just too soft-hearted. She’s raised Leo for five years, she’s definitely grown attached. She probably won’t even get married again.” “When she’s old, won’t the Thompson family’s house, cars, and savings all go to Leo?” “Then Leo can bring Chloe over, mother and son reunited. I can rest easy in the afterlife.” He floated around, his tone even lighter. “So what if she temporarily takes back the apartment?” “All these things will eventually belong to Leo anyway. Maya is an outsider. At most, she’s just taking advantage for a few extra years.” Chloe’s face flushed. Her previous meek and pitiful demeanor vanished, replaced by seething anger in her eyes. “Maya, do you have to be so ruthless?” “Ryan just passed away, and you’re already rushing to kick me out? It’s just an apartment, do you have to be so petty?” “Aren’t you afraid Leo will blame you if he finds out? Last time I took Leo to buy candy, he even said he liked me more! Do you, his mother, get that kind of treatment?” Hearing her words, I didn’t get angry; I actually smiled. She had reminded me. The most important thing now was to deal with Leo. I glanced at her flushed face, ignoring her provocations, and turned to Attorney Sarah. “Proceed as planned. If the apartment isn’t empty in three days, file the lawsuit.” Chloe froze, her bravado immediately diminishing, but she still stiffened her neck and yelled, “You wouldn’t dare! If Leo asks about me, how will you explain it?” I completely ignored her, walked straight downstairs, and dialed the foster care agency. “Hello, is this the Sunshine Foster Care Agency? This is Maya, Leo’s foster mother.” “There’s an update. I’ve found Leo’s birth mother. According to regulations, I can no longer maintain legal custody. I’ll bring the child over this afternoon to complete the paperwork.”

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At our wedding, the woman who held Damon’s heart killed herself. For thirty years, we lived as enemies in a hollow marriage, until the day he poisoned my tea. I stabbed him before I died, determined to drag him down to hell with me. But with his final breath, he gasped an order to his subordinate. “Give her the antidote I found. After I’m gone, you must find out who’s been poisoning her all this time.” Tears streamed down my face. So, it wasn’t him after all. When I opened my eyes again, I knew exactly what to do. I’d go to Europe. Leaving Damon to his first love. The next time I opened my eyes, I was leaning against a warm chest. I whipped my head up, meeting Damon’s bloodshot eyes, staring back at me. For a moment, we both froze. This was the morning after I’d spent an entire night drenched in a storm, all to force him to marry me. Damon clearly hadn’t slept a wink, a faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. “You have a cold. Take this.” As soon as I woke, the worry in his eyes vanished, replaced by that familiar, brittle tension we’d shared in my previous life, as he pushed me away. “Damon…” My voice was hoarse. “Just hold me again.” He stood to leave. But the next second, I wrapped my arms around him from behind. The tautness of his muscles was unmistakable against my palms. “Scarlett.” He tightly clasped my hands. “You can’t force something that isn’t meant to be.” “I know.” I pressed myself against his back, feeling his warmth one last time. “I’ll let you go.” He scoffed. “That’s what you always say.” He forcefully pried my hands away, then left without a backward glance. That slamming door, that retreating back, felt eerily like the last time I’d seen him in my previous life. I looked down at my palms. His warmth lingered there. But he didn’t know. This time, I was truly letting go. I was just the girl he grew up with, the daughter of his late benefactors, the annoying kid next door who constantly drove him crazy. But I was never meant to be his wife… I closed my eyes. I understood now. I would let go. My phone buzzed. It was my assistant calling. “Ms. Scarlett, we’ve scouted the beachfront estate you liked. Haven’t you always wanted to get married there? Should we move the wedding venue?” “Go ask Chloe. She loves the ocean too. If she agrees, then switch it.” “Ms. Scarlett?” My assistant sounded like he’d misheard. “But you’re the bride, aren’t you?” “Not anymore, starting today.” I hung up and called my PhD advisor.

“Are you sure? Not getting married? You’re coming abroad for the project with me?” My advisor, Professor Davis, double-checked. I nodded vigorously. “I’m sure. No regrets.” Professor Davis breathed a sigh of relief, quickly signing the documents as if afraid I’d change my mind. “Even though you’re graduating, they’ve always wanted to keep you on for this project. Many people apply, but no one can replace you. It’s good you’ve finally decided. Marriage can wait a few years; it’s no rush.” I felt a pang of guilt. They had specifically asked for me for this project. But I’d been so obsessed with Damon, I’d stubbornly refused Professor Davis’s offer. My advisor, frustrated, had sought other candidates. But no one met the criteria, ultimately delaying the entire project. I finished the last of my paperwork in the office and was about to leave when a familiar sobbing reached my ears from outside the door. “I tried so hard, but I didn’t expect Scarlett to suddenly take the spot. All my efforts this month are wasted, boo hoo hoo…” It was Chloe. My grip tightened on the doorknob- Damon’s first love. The woman who made it impossible for us to ever find peace in our thirty-year marriage. I opened the door, and her familiar face appeared. Damon stood over me, radiating an intimidating aura I’d never felt from him before. “Scarlett, give that spot back.” Seeing Damon’s expression, and Chloe behind him, sobbing uncontrollably and gasping for breath, I shook my head. “No way.” “Scarlett…” Damon’s face twisted into an expression of utter disbelief I’d never seen before. “You already forced me to agree to marry you! Do you think I don’t know you’ve already arranged a wedding venue? You never intended to go! You just wanted to make things hard for Chloe!” Chloe, her eyes red, stepped forward too. “Scarlett, I worked so hard for this spot. If I leave, I won’t bother you two anymore, and you can finally have peace of mind…” “You know whether you really worked hard. You wouldn’t get this project anyway.” Chloe stiffened, her eyes growing even redder. Before applying, she’d wanted Damon to go with her, knowing I couldn’t stop them then. But because I’d repeatedly put myself in harm’s way, Damon, remembering my parents’ past generosity to his family, had grudgingly agreed to marry me instead. Chloe, in a fit of pique, had decided to go alone. But in the past few months, it had mostly been out of spite, and she hadn’t properly prepared. In my previous life, she hadn’t gotten in either. Damon, however, frowned. “You didn’t even give her a chance. How can you say she wouldn’t get in?” I waved the document in my hand. “Because Professor Davis has already signed off on my application.” “Scarlett…” Damon clenched his fists, disappointment etched on his face like never before. “I thought you were just a bit willful, but I never imagined you could be so malicious. You don’t need this opportunity at all, but Chloe has worked so hard to get where she is! I never thought you’d be so malicious, monopolizing Professor Davis’s spot just to spite her!” His breathing grew ragged as he spoke, and he glared at me coldly. “Listen, even though you used my family’s past debt to force me into marrying you, this one act makes it clear: I will never, ever consider you my wife.” “I know.” I nodded calmly. I’d already experienced that in my previous life. Damon turned to leave, gently putting his arm around Chloe’s shoulders to comfort her. “It’s okay. I’ll fund you to find other opportunities. Don’t be sad.” That gentle look, I’d dreamed of it countless times in my past life. But I hadn’t gotten it then, and I wouldn’t get it now. I really had to go, Damon.

I thought Damon wouldn’t see me again before the wedding. But when I returned to the apartment I’d rented, opening the door, our eyes met. Before I could speak, he brushed past me and strode out. My body hadn’t fully recovered yet. On the dining table sat a bowl of ginger tea, perfectly warm. For a moment, a mix of emotions swirled within me. I vaguely recalled how, in my past life, he’d always taken care of me even while complaining. Only because my parents, before they died, had asked him to look after me. So, even when we fought fiercely, if I was injured and hospitalized, he’d donate 600cc of blood without hesitation. Even if we’d just vowed never to speak again, the next second, if a car was about to hit me, he’d throw himself in front of it to push me out of the way. He was only trying to repay a debt with his life. But I always wanted more-I wanted his heart too. Sipping what might be my last cup of ginger tea, I suddenly remembered something. I quickly checked the date, my heart seizing, and put the bowl down. Grabbing my shoes, I called my assistant. “Quick! Go to the alley behind 13th Street!” It was still pouring rain. I rushed out without even grabbing an umbrella. Following my memory, I arrived at the alley where Chloe was assaulted in my past life. Sure enough, there, a dozen tall men surrounded a girl. “Don’t think just because your parents are dead, you don’t have to pay! I’ve given you extensions until today. No money? Then you’ll pay with your body!” “Stop it!” I smashed a beer bottle over the leader’s head, grabbed Chloe’s hand, and pulled her, running. “Ah!” The rain-slicked ground made her slip, and Chloe fell hard. I pulled several times, unable to get her up, while the dozen men were already closing in. Helpless, I shielded her with my body. “Run! I’ll hold them off!” “I… I…” Chloe seemed terrified, huddling and trembling. “Run!” I struggled to fend off the attackers, but even ten years of Taekwondo training wouldn’t let me hold off a dozen men for long. “I can’t last much longer! Go find the police!” “I… I’m so scared… I can’t move…” Chloe’s voice was an uncontrollable tremor. Gritting my teeth, I kicked a man away, buying us a precious second. I turned, trying to pull her up with all my might, but she suddenly shrieked and shoved me hard. The blade pierced my body. My breath hitched. “Bl… blood?” The leader hadn’t expected me to fall onto the knife. He clearly hadn’t intended to kill anyone, and his hand on the hilt was now shaking. I stared wide-eyed at Chloe. She huddled, trembling, looking at me. “I… I’m sorry… I was just so scared…” Biting my lip, I yanked the knife out and spun, lunging at the men. They hadn’t wanted to kill anyone, and seeing me go berserk, they scattered in terror. I stumbled, almost losing my balance. Rain blurred my vision. Through the haze, I seemed to hear footsteps rapidly approaching. I instinctively reached out for support, but a powerful shove sent me crashing against the wall. Damon held the trembling Chloe in his arms, his teeth clenched as he glared at me. “I already agreed to marry you, so why do you keep trying to destroy her?!” The wound tore, a searing pain. I clutched my chest, swallowing a mouthful of blood with difficulty. “Damon, I’m not…” “Shut up!” Damon lifted Chloe. “I will never believe another word you say.” “Damon… I… I…” Chloe trembled, leaning against him. Damon immediately looked down, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Don’t be scared. I’m taking you to the hospital now.” “Damon…” I tried to say something else, but I collapsed heavily to the ground. Blood pooled in thick rivulets. Dizzily, I only saw Damon’s back. He carried Chloe into the car and drove away, never looking back at me. The icy rain pierced me, making me shiver uncontrollably. My outstretched hand crashed into the bloody puddle. Before I closed my eyes, I thought I saw my assistant’s car, and the flashing police lights.

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My husband Alex claimed the color red sent him into a violent, blind rage. So in our entire marriage, I dared to wear red only twice. The first time landed me in the ER with thirteen stitches. The second time, he beat me so badly I lost our three-month-old baby. After that, I never wore red again. I even dressed head-to-toe in white, from skin out, terrified of triggering him. The day I was discharged after my miscarriage,I saw him. My husband should have been working late, but instead, he was feeding a young woman. I recognized her. She was his student. His eyes were filled with such tender love, and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They melted into an intimate dance. Just then, my phone rang. It was the doctor, his voice buzzing with excitement. “Mrs. Thorne, we’ve developed a new treatment specifically for Mr. Thorne’s condition….” I watched the girl’s fiery red dress swirl as they danced, a bitter, hollow laugh escaping my lips. “Don’t bother,” I whispered. “The problem has already been solved.”

“What? How is that possible? We’ve been researching for so long, never understanding the root cause of Mr. Thorne’s issues!” “It was only after countless discussions among a panel of experts that we finally devised a plan…” the doctor babbled excitedly on the other end. I just slowly lifted my gaze. Upstairs, the girl was waltzing, clumsily stepping on Alex’s feet. A sudden, freeing laugh bubbled up from deep inside me, mixed with tears. Maybe the real problem was-I never should become Mrs. Thorne. I didn’t wait for their dance to end. I just got up and went home. I opened my closet, staring blankly at the row of red dresses hanging there. Before I got married, red was my favorite color. But because Alex couldn’t stand to see me in it, all those beautiful dresses were banished to the back of my closet, gathering dust. This time, I wasn’t going to play his game anymore. I was done being the punchline. When he returned, the first thing he saw was me, sitting calmly, sipping coffee, in a vibrant red dress. He instantly lunged at me, his fingers closing around my throat like a vice. “Didn’t I tell you? You are never to wear this color!” His fist drew back, ready to strike, but then it froze. His face twisted in a mask of pure agony. I remembered the last time he’d told me he loved me. He’d claimed he was fighting with every fiber of his being to control his “instincts,” to not hurt me. “Alex.”A faint, mocking smile touched my lips as I looked at him. “Didn’t you say you loved me? I want to see if you can control yourself for my sake.” Alex clenched his jaw, the veins on his hands bulging, stark against his skin as he struggled for control. Finally, with a roar of frustration, he smashed a glass bottle, cutting his hand, then spun on his heel and stormed out. I watched his retreating back, my eyes turning cold. “See? You can control yourself.” Last time, I’d accidentally worn red, and he’d beaten me until I miscarried. When he saw me lying in the hospital bed, his brow furrowed with annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to only wear white from now on? No red!” “You know I have a violent reaction to red! You always have!” I was pale and weak, and I started to cry, hurt and bewildered. Alex pulled me into a tight embrace, a flicker of what looked like remorse in his eyes. “Shh, my sweet. It’s because of my psychological issues. I’m sorry I put you through this.” “Just promise me you won’t wear red anymore, and everything will be fine.” I choked down my hurt, nodding my agreement. But then Chloe appeared, and I realized I’d been played for a fool. Our private doctor was outside, tending to Alex’s hand, while I packed my suitcase in the bedroom. Perhaps the sounds of my packing alerted Alex. “Why are you going away on another business trip?” He pushed the door open and walked in, embracing me from behind. A flurry of kisses rained down on my neck. My body stiffened, but I didn’t push him away. I let him perform his tenderness. His fake tenderness. “I still have some loose ends to tie up. My presence is required.” There was no real need for a business trip. I just couldn’t stand to see Alex for a while. Alex began to unbutton my shirt. “Evie.” His voice was hoarse. “Hold me tight.” He wanted me. He roughly pinned my hands above my head. I remained silent, but my stiff hands pulled away from his grasp. Noticing my unusual behavior, he opened his eyes. “Evie, are you still angry?” I still didn’t say anything. Alex dropped to one knee, looking utterly devout. He pulled a gift box from behind his back. “I bought you some new clothes. See if you like them.” Inside was a pure white dress. I recoiled, a wave of nausea washing over me. I pushed the gift box aside. “Alex, let’s get a divorce.”

Just then, his phone buzzed with several new messages. Alex instinctively glanced down, his eyes softening with tenderness and affection. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The girl, saved as “Chloe” in his contacts, was cheerfully sharing updates from her day. It felt like an eternity before Alex finally looked up from his phone. “Hmm? What did you just say?” My words felt like punching a feather pillow. His lock screen flashed, displaying Chloe. Dressed in red, dancing. Every time he saw it, his eyes softened with that tender, doting look. He had never looked at me like that. So, when that girl, Chloe, stood before me, holding a pregnancy test report, I didn’t hesitate. I slapped her across the face. Chloe hadn’t expected me to strike her. She shrieked, clawing at me. “Evelyn Blackwood, you crazy bitch!” “How dare you hit me? Alex will make you pay for this!” Alex rushed in when he heard the commotion, his face a thundercloud, dark with fury. He immediately saw me, grabbing Chloe’s hair, pinning her terrified body against the wall. “Evelyn!” Alex shouted, enraged, trying to stop me. Far from being upset, I just smiled and looked at him. “Honey, this girl is trying to scam us! She claims she’s pregnant with your child. How is that even possible? Considering I helped her out once, I’m just teaching her a lesson.” With that, I pulled back my fist, aiming for her belly. But my wrist was caught mid-air. “Evelyn, stop it.” Alex rubbed his temples in frustration. “You’re stopping me?” Alex was always so obsessed with appearances, especially with me. He loved playing the doting husband in public. This was the first time he’d openly stopped me, ignoring the stares and whispers around us. “Alex, what is this? Is what she’s saying true?” I said, a sneer twisting my lips. “Could that baby in her belly actually be yours?” I expected him to twist himself into knots, denying everything, but this time, he was surprisingly candid. “Yes.” He stared into my eyes. “The baby is mine.” The next second, I slapped him across the face with all my strength. Alex’s head snapped to the side. He didn’t dodge, and he didn’t turn back for a long moment. “Evie, that night was just a mistake.” “I mistook Chloe for you.” “But the doctor said she can’t have an abortion, or she’ll never be able to get pregnant again. I can’t ruin her life.” Alex shielded Chloe firmly behind him, his actions making his stance clear. I remembered the first time I’d been suspicious, and Alex’s explanation. “Chloe is just one of my students. She recently graduated and is looking for a job, so she came to me for advice.” Besides being a CEO, Alex also held a position as a visiting lecturer at the university. Normally, a student seeking advice from a professor would be nothing. But I’d seen the resume he’d hidden under his desk. He’d already hired Chloe for his company. If it was just a purely professional mentor-mentee relationship, it would have been fine. But then I saw Alex, holding Chloe, who was wearing a red dress, dancing and kissing. In that moment, I wanted to tear something apart. “Evie, I thought you were on a business trip?” Alex frowned, trying to smooth things over. “Whatever it is, let’s go home and talk.” I coldly shook him off. My gaze fell on Chloe’s bright red dress. “Don’t you go into a rage when you see red? Are you blind? Can’t you see her in that bright red dress?” “Alex, do you remember your reaction the last time I wore a red dress?” “I had just found out I was pregnant and simply wanted to celebrate. You just lashed out, beat me, and sent me to the hospital for a miscarriage. Have you forgotten?” Alex looked at me, his eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness. “I already said I was sorry.” “Evelyn, must you always dwell on this? How long are you going to keep this up?” Keep this up? I savored the words and laughed, a hollow sound. “That was a living, breathing life, Alex! Do you think I shouldn’t keep this up?” “Alex, today, either you send this woman to the hospital for an abortion.” “Or, you pay with your own life.” Chloe, hiding behind him, burst into tears, tugging at his sleeve for help. “Alex, I don’t want to lose this baby!” Alex squeezed her hand, comforting her. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid.” Alex’s stance remained firm; no one was going to touch Chloe. “I told you, she can’t have an abortion.” Alex dropped to one knee before me. “Take my life instead.” “I’ll do anything you want, okay, Evie?” There he was again, with that pathetic, manipulative act, always putting on a show for others. But I swallowed my disgust and smiled brightly. “Alright.” I picked up the nearby vase. Amid Chloe’s terrified screams, I hurled it at Alex. “Don’t hurt Alex!” Chloe lunged forward, taking the hit on her back. Alex’s face drained of all color. “Chloe…” He scooped her up in a panic. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll get a doctor right away!” He looked back at me, his eyes filled with infinite hatred. And then I knew. Alex wouldn’t let me go. But I had already arranged for a reporter to secretly record everything in advance. His camera had captured it all. If I wasn’t mistaken, tonight, Alex would be treated to a spectacular exclusive news report. Alex Thorne, who are you to take whatever you want and discard me when you’re done? I wasn’t some object. This time, I would make sure he understood the price of his actions. Sure enough, two hours later. #AlexThorneCheatingScandal exploded across the headlines. At the same time. Alex’s furious call came through. “Evelyn, you set up that trending topic! Delete it now!”

I didn’t say a word, just hung up without a second’s hesitation. Then I blocked Alex. His messages bombarded my phone, one after another. “Evelyn, what are you doing? Do you have any idea how much negative impact this will have on the company? The stock is plummeting!” “Evie, I know you’re angry, but can’t we just talk this through? Please come home.” “If you need me to, I can apologize…” I expressionlessly turned off my phone, placing it face down on the table, and looked up at the lawyer across from me. “Let’s continue.” I handed the lawyer a document I’d kept hidden away. “Please tell me, is this divorce agreement still valid?” Before we got married, Alex himself had signed a blank divorce agreement. We hadn’t been in love then. He had coldly told me: “If you ever want to leave, just sign this. You can walk away anytime.” “It’s your guarantee of freedom.” Later, our relationship seemed to grow stronger. A CEO like him would cook me three meals a day. He’d always consider everything, making sure I was never too hot or too cold. He’d moved me, and I’d believed this life would last forever. That document was tucked away, forgotten. Before I discovered Chloe, I had never once considered divorce. Aside from his aversion to red, Alex had been good to me in other ways. Even after losing our baby, I thought I could forgive him, endure it. I could be hurt. But I couldn’t stand being played for a fool, made into a joke. The lawyer carefully reviewed the document and nodded. “Ms. Blackwood, this agreement is still valid. All you need to do is sign it for it to take effect.” I signed it on the spot and handed the agreement to the lawyer. “I want a divorce. As quickly as possible.” As I stepped out of the coffee shop, a light rain began to fall. A black car honked at me. Alex’s car was parked right outside. “Get in.” The window rolled down, revealing Alex’s stern face. I didn’t stop, just walked straight past him. “Evelyn!” Alex chased after me, grabbing my arm. “Are you still going to cause trouble?” I slapped him. “Don’t touch me. You’re disgusting.” Alex stood frozen, watching me with a cold stare. His gaze fell on my fiery red dress. His brow furrowed deeply. “Why do you always have to go against me?” “Evie, our relationship used to be so good, didn’t it? Can’t we go back to how things were?” “Chloe only suffered minor bruises, and the baby is fine. Otherwise…” “Otherwise, what?” I cut him off. “You would kill me, wouldn’t you?” “Evelyn! What has happened to you? Why are you like this?” Alex looked at me, his eyes filled with weariness and disgust. “Is it me who changed, or you?” “Alex, don’t forget, you’re the one who betrayed me first.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore and turned to leave. Alex wouldn’t let it go. “That reporter, you arranged for her, didn’t you? Contact her, get it deleted!” So this was his real reason for coming. “Chloe was so distraught by that news story, she threatened to jump. It took me ages to calm her down.” “Evelyn, can’t you stop being so selfish?” “Don’t drag others into this just for your own sake.” Oh, what a kind and considerate man. I turned around and sneered. “Selfish?” “I’m not just going to be selfish, Alex. I’m going for the kill.”

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My wife, Sarah, suffered from severe postpartum depression. Every night, she had to hide in the closet to fall asleep. Once, I gently carried my sleeping wife out of the closet and put her back on the bed. She woke up and cried non-stop. The next day, her depression flared, and she ended up in the hospital. After that, I just let her sleep in the closet. Until our son’s first birthday. Sarah stretched lazily and walked out of the closet. I looked at her full, rosy face and immediately told her I wanted a divorce! Sarah’s eyes welled up with tears as she questioned me: “If it weren’t for having your baby, why would I have postpartum depression? And now, just because I sleep in the closet, you want a divorce?” “Tomorrow, 10 AM. We’re filing for divorce.” As soon as I said it, I turned my wheelchair, ready to leave the banquet, but Mark, Sarah’s older brother, grabbed me. “Luke, you better explain yourself!” He glared at me, his grip tight, almost cutting off my breath. “We’re both men, I know exactly why you’re doing this!” Mark gritted his teeth, his eyes practically spitting fire, looking like he wanted to rip me apart. “Isn’t it all about sex?” “My sister nearly died giving you a child. Have you even looked at her stomach?” “It used to be so perfect, and now it’s covered in stretch marks, like centipedes crawling all over. She gained thirty pounds having your baby, her body completely changed. And now you’re disgusted with her, aren’t you? Where were you before?” Mark’s words were too blunt. Everyone present. They all stared at me with cold, angry eyes. I knew a distant relative who divorced his wife after she lost her figure post-childbirth. That guy’s reputation was ruined in our circle; everyone talked about him like he was scum. Seeing them about to crucify me, I was about to speak. Mr. Henderson, Sarah’s father, slammed his wine glass hard on the table. “Luke, a man who truly loves his wife finds prosperity.” “Whose wife doesn’t go through this after childbirth? If you divorce my daughter for that reason, I’ll truly look down on you.” Mrs. Henderson, Sarah’s mother, snorted impatiently. “You men, your minds are always in your pants!” “My daughter gave birth over a year ago, and she’s still not fully recovered. Can’t you be more understanding?” “She’s your wife, not some ancient concubine, and certainly not just for your pleasure!” I remained silent. Sarah’s tears fell in heavy drops, her face crumpled in hurt. “Luke, you heartless man, is that really why you’re divorcing me?” “Just because I’ve slept in the closet every night for the past year, and haven’t slept with you?” “Luke, is that all you ever think about? Our son is a year old now. How many diapers have you changed? How many times a day does he drink formula? Have you even cared?” Sarah’s voice was choked with sobs, but her questions rang out loud and clear. Everyone looked at me, outraged. “He looks decent, but turns out he has no sense of responsibility. Doesn’t deserve to be a man.” “I thought he wanted a son so badly, like he had some royal lineage to continue. Turns out he can’t even bother to raise his own kid.” “Now I finally get why Sarah is depressed. If I had a husband like that, I’d want to die.” I lifted my head, expressionless, and scanned the room, then sneered: “Say whatever you want.” “Sarah, first thing tomorrow morning, we’re going to the courthouse to file for divorce.” “You admit it, don’t you?” Mark clenched his fist and swung it at me. “I’ll kill you, you animal! My sister was blind to marry a monster like you!” As his fist came flying towards my face. Sarah’s eyes widened, and she let out a horrified scream. “Mark, don’t hit him!” My wife rushed over without a second thought, shielding me. “He was just in a car accident, he can’t fight back! If you hurt him, I’ll be heartbroken!” Mark’s fist froze in mid-air. He laughed bitterly. “Luke, do you see? How much my sister loves you? She saw you about to get hit and didn’t even think, just rushed to protect you. It’s like a reflex.” “You’re in a wheelchair now, practically a cripple, and she hasn’t abandoned you. What right do you have to complain about her?” “Luke, I’ll ask you one more time— Are you absolutely sure you want to divorce her?” “Yes.” I turned to Sarah, my face blank. Her eyes were filled with tears, shaking her head at me. “Luke,” She gripped my arm, pleading softly. “I know I neglected you this past year, and I was wrong. I’ll make it up to you, slowly. I’ll change.” I sneered, disgusted, and shook her off. “Stop acting. Get away from me!” “No matter what, this divorce is happening today.” I turned my wheelchair decisively and left. Thud. Someone fell to their knees.

Sarah was sobbing, tears streaming down her face, and she plunged her hand directly into the wheel of my wheelchair. If I moved, her hand would definitely be crushed. I frowned slightly. “Let go.” Sarah cried and shook her head. “Luke, I’m kneeling here for you. Can’t we just talk things through? Please don’t get a divorce.” “In front of so many people, if you just spring a divorce on me like this, my family will be so worried…” “And aren’t you just upset that I sleep in the closet every night?” Sarah’s voice was choked with tears, and she swore to me. “If you don’t like it, I’ll never sleep there again!” “I’ll sleep in bed with you from now on, even if I can’t sleep, I don’t care…” Hearing Sarah’s compromise, everyone started pointing and cursing at me. “He’s not even a man!” “Making such a huge deal out of something so trivial, any woman married to him would be cursed!” “Sarah’s had it so tough, living like this. If it weren’t for the baby being so young, I’d say she should divorce him too!” The surrounding guests already saw me as an absolute scumbag. They looked like they wanted to tear me apart. I sneered. “Then do you dare tell everyone why you really sleep in the closet?” Sarah froze at my words. A flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, then quickly vanished. Mrs. Henderson stepped forward, scoffing: “Didn’t we tell you? Sarah has postpartum depression; only a confined space makes her feel safe and relaxed. She just needs to be alone in a small space. Do you have to pick on that too?” Mark, my brother-in-law, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Sarah has already swallowed her pride and promised she won’t sleep in the closet anymore, what more do you want?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with them. My voice remained cold and detached: “Divorce.” Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, who had been silent for a long time, immediately scowled and were about to speak. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Three rhythmic knocks. “Anyone home?” Mark glared at me and went to open the door. It was our next-door neighbor, Alex, a tall, handsome young man, easily 6’1″. He was holding a bag of wedding candies and a bag of eggs. Noticing the strange atmosphere in the room, he walked in cautiously. “Uh, my wife just got pregnant, we bought a lot of candies and boiled eggs, thought I’d bring some over to the neighbors, you know, share some good luck…” He spoke, his gaze eventually settling on Sarah. Sarah had her head down, not speaking. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but a shy blush actually flitted across her face. Too bad no one else noticed. Mr. and Mrs. Henderson’s expressions softened a bit as they accepted the candies and red eggs from him. “Oh, thank you so much. It’s rare for a neighbor to think of us.” Alex still showed no signs of leaving. He looked around, testing the waters: “Did you guys have a fight?” “They’re getting a divorce!” Mark said, cuttingly, shooting me another glare. Alex gasped, “Oh, man!” and immediately rushed over to try and calm me down. “Listen, buddy, marriage is all about understanding each other. You can’t just jump to divorce at every little thing.” “My wife’s only a few months pregnant, and she’s in so much pain at night she can’t sleep. I’m up all night massaging her back, but I know it’s what a man should do. You gotta take care of your own wife, right?” Everyone in the room cast admiring glances at Alex. “Now that’s a good man, he knows how to cherish his wife.” Mrs. Henderson scoffed. “I wish Luke was like that. Too bad he’s such a petty jerk.” Sarah’s eyes were red as she walked towards me again. “Luke, I’m not asking you to be as responsible or as thoughtful as your neighbor. I just beg you, please stop this.” “Our son is about to turn one. Do you really want him to grow up without a father at this point?” I angrily pushed her away. “Don’t touch me!” “Your son will never be without a father.” Then I couldn’t help but sneer. “After we divorce, you can take him to find his real father…” Sarah froze, completely stunned by my words. Behind her, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson and Mark were so furious they pointed at my nose and cursed. “Luke, you bastard, how dare you say such a thing?” Mark’s face turned ashen with rage. He lunged at me again, grabbing my collar and yanking me straight out of my wheelchair. “Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you broke a leg. If you keep slandering my sister like this, I swear I’ll break your other leg too!” I still looked at him, utterly expressionless. “Slander?” “Say whatever you want. I’m divorcing her anyway.” Mark reached his breaking point and threw a punch. He even grabbed a nearby stick, gritting his teeth, ready to break my leg. I mocked him: “Go ahead, kill me today.” “As long as I’m still breathing, I’m divorcing Sarah!”

Everyone thought I’d lost my mind, absolutely insane to insist on divorce. Sarah saw my face swelling, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, and immediately rushed over, heartbroken, to shield me. “Mark, stop it!” “Luke must be going through something. Let’s give him a few days to think it over, okay?” “Maybe in a few days, he won’t want a divorce anymore…” Everyone started whispering, calling me a fool, stubborn and irrational. They said I was throwing away a good life just to get divorced, I must be possessed. I scoffed. And closed my eyes. That day, Mark filmed me and uploaded the video to social media. “Look at the venomous face of this man! His wife gave birth, he didn’t care for her, didn’t help her, drove her to postpartum depression, and now, just because she sleeps in a separate bed, he wants a divorce!” “What kind of girl would be so unlucky as to marry a man like this?! I feel so sorry for my sister!” Driven by his post, netizens launched a collective online witch hunt. They blasted me online, calling me the worst kind of scumbag, a total freeloader who ditches his wife after she gives birth, a pig who only thinks with his crotch. They even turned my face into memes. Slamming me as the ultimate jerk. I simply turned off my phone, ignored everything, and holed up in my study, dealing with work. “I saw all the stuff online. It’s pretty nasty.” My junior colleague, Maya, came to the house to drop off some files and casually mentioned it. “So, Luke, are you really going through with the divorce with Sarah?” “You’re still in a wheelchair, can’t move around easily. Without someone to help you, even getting to the courthouse would be tough, right?” I couldn’t help but sneer. “Isn’t that exactly what Sarah wants?” Two months ago, I went out to buy breakfast for Sarah and was hit by a drunk driver. I didn’t die. But I broke a leg. Since then, I’ve been in a wheelchair, unable to move freely. Sarah had to take care of the baby and me, which was too much for her, so we hired a nanny. But I later found out. That car accident, caused by the drunk driver, was orchestrated by Sarah. At first, I couldn’t believe it. After all, to everyone who saw us, Sarah and I had been in love for eight years, known in our circle as a model couple. We were high school sweethearts, inseparable from our school days right up to our wedding. Our wedding photo was still displayed on the “Outstanding Alumni” board at the university. But the video evidence sent to me by the private investigator explained everything. Two months after my leg was broken. I finally understood her true intentions. Stuck in a wheelchair, I couldn’t move freely and had to confine myself to my study. I needed the nanny for everything. But what I called “care,” was actually her monitoring me. Sarah herself would hide in the closet all night. Every time I woke up, my side of the bed was cold. After that disastrous party, Sarah and I fell into a complete cold war. Several times she tried to talk to me, but I refused to engage. Yet, every few days, she’d try to smooth things over. Coming to me, playing the victim. One day, she came over, holding our son. “Luke, I just had the nanny bathe our son. Will you hold him, please?” “Since he was born a year ago, you’ve been so busy with work, have you really even looked at your son?” Sarah’s eyes welled up again as she spoke. “I know I was wrong before, I neglected and overlooked you. We finally built our little family, so from now on, if we have any problems, let’s talk it through and live a good life, okay?” I didn’t even glance at them, coldly and impatiently stating: “Take your son and get lost.” Sarah was deeply hurt by my words. She looked at me, incredulous, her eyes red. “Luke, he’s your son too.” “Honestly, ask yourself, our son is almost a year old, how many diapers have you changed? How many times have you made him formula?” “It’s true, for the first six months after he was born, you were so involved. But after that, you completely changed. For days, you wouldn’t even hold him…” “Look, can’t you see the hopeful look in his eyes? How much he wants his daddy to hold him? You two look so much alike…” Hearing her words, I seemed to be touched. I slowly turned my head to look at the baby in Sarah’s arms. Sarah’s eyes immediately lit up, and she perfectly timed it, gently pushing the baby into my embrace. “Luke, I knew you weren’t that heartless.” “Whatever happened, it will pass. Even for our son’s sake, we can’t just get divorced!” That day, I remained silent, watching her son smile at me. If it were before. My heart would have melted. But now, it was hard as iron. I printed out several divorce papers, but Sarah tore every single one to shreds. Sarah refused to sign, no matter what. She was such a proud person, yet she humbled herself for me time and again, constantly trying to make amends. If I truly wanted a divorce, I’d have to find another way. After three days of my silence. My chance came.

“Luke?” In the darkness, Sarah tiptoed back into the room, calling out to me tentatively. I didn’t respond, my breathing even. Sarah sighed in relief. She then turned and left. For the past few days, since the divorce discussions started, Sarah and I had been sleeping in separate rooms. After she had the baby, most of her time was spent caring for him, but evenings were an exception. The doctor said she had postpartum depression and needed plenty of rest. So we hired a confinement nurse and two nannies. As soon as the lights went out, she would retreat into the closet, curling up inside to get a good night’s sleep. That night, I had just closed my eyes. I heard three rhythmic knocks in the dark. It felt like a trick of the mind. But I knew it wasn’t. After waiting three minutes, I sat up. And called the police. “Hello, is this 911?!” “My wife has been murdered!” “Yes, the address is…” After hanging up, I called friends and family, one by one, telling them to come over immediately. Mr. and Mrs. Henderson and Mark rushed over first. Hearing that something had happened to Sarah, their eyes were red with anxiety, looking like they wanted to tear me limb from limb. “Luke, where is my sister? Where have you hidden her?” Mrs. Henderson was frantic, running around, her coat half on, searching the house with red eyes. “You bastard!” “Where’s my daughter? Where did Sarah go? She’s barely left the house since having the baby, how could she suddenly disappear in the middle of the night?” Mr. Henderson also glared at me, his face grim. “Luke! If anything happens to my daughter, I swear you’ll pay with your life!” I alone remained silent, expressionless. “Don’t worry yet.” Everyone was confused, frantically wondering what I was playing at. Someone even tried to call Sarah. But her phone rang on the bedside table. Sarah was gone. But her phone remained. I glanced down at my watch. “Not everyone’s here yet.” Finally, the friends and family I had notified started arriving, one by one. Although they didn’t want to be bothered in the middle of the night. As soon as they heard there was drama, each one was more excited than the last. When they heard my wife had disappeared. They immediately started whispering and speculating. Some said I was crying wolf. Others even accused me of murdering my wife for insurance. They said I’d just been pushing for divorce a few days ago, and now Sarah was gone. I must have kidnapped and hidden her. Seeing the atmosphere sufficiently built up, I sneered: “Sarah isn’t dead, and she hasn’t disappeared.” “The reason I said that was to make sure every single one of you came.” I stood up from my wheelchair, slowly speaking: “As for where Sarah actually went, next, I’ll let you all see the truth with your own eyes—” With that, I pressed the remote control and opened the closet door.

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Chloe had poured her entire youth into loving Julian, only to overhear him, in German, confess that his marriage certificate with someone else was real. All her desperate efforts, all her unwavering devotion, had merely been his desperate last resort. When the truth, like an icy blade, pierced her heart, she chose to take the money and vanish. Later, he would beg for her forgiveness on global live television, but she would only whisper under the warm sun of a foreign land, “I wish you happiness.” Chloe pov Inside the private screening room, Julian’s kisses left me breathless, gasping for air. My skirt was pushed up to my waist, the intense heat of his body pressing against me, even through the fabric. Julian, however, hadn’t even loosened his tie. This feeling of being utterly dominated made my cheeks flush, and an irresistible urge to escape bubbled up. But before I could even move, he pulled me closer, lifting me to sit on his lap. He even leaned in, a wicked chuckle rumbling against my ear. “The soundproofing is military-grade. What are you scared of, hmm?” I met the churning desire in his eyes, feeling a primal urge to wrap my arms around his neck. Just as I was about to reach my peak, an abrupt FaceTime request shattered the moment. Julian frowned, annoyed at the interruption, but seeing the caller’s name, he still put on his Bluetooth earpiece. I lay on the sofa, panting, and from my angle, I could clearly see the face on his laptop screen. It was his best friend, Lucas. “Julian, have you lost your mind…?” Julian glanced at me, then retorted in German, his voice sharp. “Switch channels.” Lucas on the other end paused, immediately understanding his meaning, and switched to German as well. He thought I wouldn’t understand. But I just watched in silent horror as the AI live-translated subtitles scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Each word was like a cold, sharp knife, carving itself into my vision. “Julian, are you really insane? Is that marriage certificate real?!” “Have you forgotten that Seraphina betrayed you and left with someone else after your leg broke?” Seraphina? His first love! The woman he’d always pined for! My mind exploded, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. Julian didn’t look at me, his German reply fluent and chillingly detached. “If I didn’t help her, her family would utterly destroy her. I couldn’t just stand by.” I watched the subtitles scroll, a terrible chill settling over me. “What about Chloe? She’s been with you for years, her entire heart devoted to you. Do you think we’re all blind?” Listening to Lucas’s barely suppressed anger, Julian merely chuckled. “Chloe won’t hear a word about this.” “How can you keep something like this a secret? You know how desperately she wants to marry you, don’t you?” Julian’s patience wore thin, his words quickening. “You suppress the news. Not a single word. As for Chloe, I’ll find another arrangement for her.” With that, he abruptly ended the call. He pulled off his earpiece, tossed the laptop aside, and reached for me, eager to continue. But I, now armed with the agonizing truth, trembled uncontrollably, lying beneath him like a frozen butterfly. When it was over, as I dressed, I longed to ask him about everything I’d just heard. But before I could speak, his wristwatch emitted a short, sharp alarm. It was a special medical alert. Julian glanced at it, immediately rose, and stopped the driver. “Chloe, there’s an urgent matter at the company. You get out here and take a cab home.” I said nothing, merely nodded in silence, and opened the car door. The black Bentley swiftly disappeared into the stream of traffic. I stood on the roadside, staring blankly at the streetlights, tears streaming down my face. I had taught myself German years ago, hoping to delve deeper into his world. No one knew this about me. I understood every word of their conversation, even without the subtitles. Their words were like relentless insects, gnawing at my heart. I was just the chauffeur’s daughter, while Julian was the most powerful man in this city. That year, I first stepped into the Harrington family estate with my father and saw Julian sitting alone in a wheelchair under the moonlight. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, even though he always looked so melancholic. I fell deeply in love with him then. I never told anyone about this humble, secret crush. Not only because our social statuses were vastly different, but also because his heart already belonged to someone else. That girl was Seraphina, the neighbor he grew up with. He never hid his love for her, cherishing her like a precious jewel. He even suffered a comminuted fracture in his right leg in a plane crash at eighteen, saving Seraphina, completely destroying his dream of becoming a pilot. But from that day on, Seraphina vanished, even quickly getting engaged to someone else. The Harrington family had many children. Julian’s parents were busy with their commercial empire and had no time for their injured son. Julian was sent to a remote estate, as if abandoned by his own family. I voluntarily asked my father to let me go to the estate and took care of him for five full years. When I was twenty-five, I used my own design patent to secure an opportunity for that world-renowned orthopedic specialist to perform surgery on Julian. That patent was originally something I was preparing to submit for an award. But now, it was all gone. Still, Julian got back on his feet. He took only a year to reclaim the pinnacle of power, becoming the family’s undisputed heir. I accompanied him through rehabilitation, and I stood by him through those long five years. We kissed, we hugged, we held each other close… I never imagined that the first thing he would do after recovering was marry Seraphina, the woman who had abandoned him! Over the years, to keep up with him, I had studied relentlessly. I was no longer the timid little girl I once was. But no matter how much I transformed, Julian’s parents always saw me as a stain, trying many times to pay me off and make me leave him. Julian always fought his family for me, and I believed he loved me, so I never thought of leaving. Until today, when I heard all of it. I didn’t want to stay anymore. I wiped away my tears, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number. My voice was calm. “Mrs. Harrington, I accept your terms. Transfer the money to my account, and I will vanish completely from his world.”

Chloe pov After I spoke, Eleanor Harrington’s voice on the other end of the line was filled with undisguised excitement. “You’ve finally come to your senses? That’s right. A chauffeur’s daughter, how could you possibly be worthy of my son, the Harrington heir? Where are you now? Come immediately to sign the agreement.” I looked at the address she quickly sent me and hailed a cab. At the café, Eleanor pulled out a pre-drafted agreement. “Black and white, no backing out once you sign. I’ll transfer half the money after you sign, and the other half once you’ve completely disappeared. You have to promise never to appear before Julian again in this lifetime.” I glanced at the astronomically high penalty clause in the agreement and smiled faintly. Of course, I wouldn’t appear again. Because in this lifetime, and the next, I never wanted to see Julian again. Without hesitation, I picked up the pen and swiftly signed my name. Eleanor put away the agreement, satisfied. “I want to see your departure record within this month, Chloe. Don’t play any tricks; you know what the Harringtons are capable of.” “I understand. Don’t worry.” I saw Eleanor off and returned home. Making Julian never find me would be simple. The Harrington family’s influence was so extensive, their core members faced unusual travel restrictions. If I immigrated, a vast distance would separate us. I researched all night, finally deciding on New Zealand. After making my decision, I picked up my phone and saw a financial news alert on SnapChat. 【SHOCKING! Harrington Heir Julian Suspected to be with Old Flame, Mysterious Girlfriend Seraphina Surfaces.】 I tapped on it, revealing nine high-resolution photos. Three were selfies of Seraphina holding blue roses, three middle ones showed wedding preparations, and the bottom three were two pairs of hands tightly clasped. I knew that if Julian wanted to hide something, these photos would never have leaked. Seraphina must have intentionally released them to the media, flaunting them in front of me. But I wasn’t angry. I simply clicked ‘like’ on the news story. As I exited, I received a message from Julian. “Chloe, I have to go to another city for a few days. I won’t be back.” I replied with a casual “Okay” and put my phone down to get ready for bed. On Monday, I woke up early to handle the immigration procedures. I printed all the necessary documents and even applied for expedited processing. After getting into the car, I scrolled through a new alert. 【EXCLUSIVE! Julian Spotted with Mysterious Girlfriend Seraphina at Cloudscape Villa Estate, Suspected to Be Living Together!】 In the accompanying photo, Julian’s profile was clearly visible. Like yesterday, I clicked ‘like’ again. Although I tried hard to appear calm, my heart still ached terribly. It’s okay, a new life is about to begin. The next day, I went to the company and handed in my resignation. When I got home, the news alerts showed Seraphina already wearing a custom-made wedding gown, a massive diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger. I continued to ‘like’ the posts, then buried myself under my duvet. The following days brought new, increasingly dramatic alerts. This time, even more exciting: cameras aimed directly at newly hung wedding photos in the marital home. I liked those as usual, then put on makeup and went out for a farewell dinner with friends. That evening, I dragged home several large boxes and purged everything related to Julian. The gifts he gave me, our couple’s trinkets, our shared photos… Nothing remained. Everything went into the community donation bin. I was just about to rest after finishing, when Julian suddenly returned. He saw the mostly empty room and was clearly displeased. “Why are so many things missing from the house?” “I got tired of them, so I threw them out.” Julian casually pulled off his tie, his gaze sweeping over the half-empty room before landing on the suitcase nearby. “Where are your things?” he asked, then noticed the airline tag on the suitcase. “Are you planning a long trip?” “You resigned?” I remained silent. Then he spotted my passport on the coffee table. “Why did you suddenly take out your passport?” “Work’s been too exhausting; I want to take a break. My passport’s just about to expire, so I’m going to renew my visa.” I quickly explained, then stuffed my passport into my bag, fearing he’d ask more questions. Julian didn’t give my explanation another thought. He simply pulled me into his arms, his voice tender. “I’ve neglected you these past few days. It’s your birthday soon. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to a charity gala, and we can pick out some jewelry you like?” I didn’t refuse.

Chloe pov At the gala, everyone was toasting. Julian and I had just taken our seats when I saw Seraphina. She walked directly over and sat in the empty seat next to Julian. All evening, Julian leaned in, whispering to Seraphina, not sparing me a single glance. When the gala ended, he pulled me up, ready to leave. I excused myself to the restroom midway. As I stepped out, I saw Seraphina cornered in the hallway by a group of sleazy men, who were harassing her. “Well, well, isn’t it Seraphina? After what you did to Julian, you have the nerve to show your face back here?” “Heard your family’s almost bankrupt, and your dad’s trying to sell you off to some old geezer? Why not come with us boys? We promise we’ll treat you better than any old man ever could…” Before they could finish, I saw a figure dash down the stairs. Julian’s face was terrifyingly grim. He landed a furious kick on the man closest to Seraphina, then pinned him to the ground, punching him relentlessly, without mercy. “Get lost! If I ever see you near her again, I’ll make sure you vanish from this city!” His terrifying warning sent the men scrambling. The hallway filled with onlookers. Julian helped Seraphina up, his gaze filled with concern. “Are you hurt?” Seraphina threw herself into his arms, crying pitifully. “My ankle feels twisted. It hurts so much.” Julian’s expression darkened. He bent down, lifted her into his arms, and swiftly left. He shielded Seraphina completely, protecting her. I stood right beside him, yet he didn’t even look at me. His heavy wristwatch even cruelly grazed my temple. The blow made me stumble, my head hitting the hard, decorative corner of the wall behind me with a sickening thud. A line of blood immediately streamed down my forehead. “Oh my God, she’s bleeding! Call an ambulance!” My vision blurred, the searing pain making cold sweat trickle down my back. I watched Julian’s retreating back, his stride unwavering, and my mouth filled with a bitter taste. Years ago, when I pricked my finger during drug trials for him, he would be anxious for half an hour. He once held my hand and said, “This place is too lonely. Once I’m powerful enough, I’ll fill it with a unique star just for you.” Now, my head was bleeding profusely, and he pretended not to see. My “star” gift, too, had been given to someone else. I was loaded into an ambulance and quickly taken to the hospital. I registered, had my wound cleaned, and stitches put in, all by myself, returning home late that night. I was in too much pain to sleep. Julian didn’t come home all night. The next morning, I dragged my exhausted body out of bed to change my dressing, only to see new socialite news. It was a short video: Julian, half-kneeling, was carefully applying medicine to Seraphina’s ankle. I had never seen such tenderness in his eyes. I watched it several times, until tears streamed down my face, then fell back asleep. When I woke again, it was dark outside. My phone vibrated incessantly. As soon as I answered, I heard Julian rattle off an address. “The Phoenix Lounge, VIP room. Get here now.” I thought about it for a moment, then chose to get up. When I arrived, pushing open the door, I saw Seraphina, her eyes red, sitting there like a startled, pitiable rabbit. Julian looked at me, his expression grim, saying nothing. “You called me here. What’s wrong?” I spoke first. Julian sat up straight, his hands clasped, a posture he used at the negotiating table. “Chloe, were those men yesterday, were they arranged by you?” I froze. I instinctively looked at Seraphina, catching a fleeting flicker of triumph in her eyes. I understood instantly. I shook my head. “It wasn’t me.” Julian’s expression didn’t soften. He lowered his gaze, his voice calm. “Stop stirring up trouble. Seraphina is a thing of the past. The person standing by my side now is you, and that will never change. Her family is down and out; anyone can kick them while they’re down, but it shouldn’t be you. You don’t need to use such methods for my sake.” When I heard those words, my heart lurched violently. Five years of my companionship, dismissed by his casual “a thing of the past.” I thought of the wedding photos one last time and couldn’t help but cry. “Yes, we’ve been together for five years. How am I only just finding out who’s truly in your heart now?” Julian froze at my words. “What do you mean?” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. “What I mean is, as a chauffeur’s daughter, where would I get the connections or the power to bully a former heiress?” Even when I spelled it out clearly, Julian still didn’t believe me. I was tired, too tired to explain anymore. “Since you don’t believe me, what do you want me to do?” Julian pressed his fingers to his temples. “Apologize.” At that moment, Seraphina, sitting beside him, suddenly spoke, her voice pitiful. “No need for an apology. If you truly feel sorry for me, then eat all these sea urchins on the table.”

Chloe pov On the table, there was a spread of golden, enticingly fresh sea urchins, already shelled. I looked at Julian, waiting for his answer. The light was dim, I couldn’t see his expression clearly. I felt a little breathless. Back when I first went to the estate, Julian, due to his injury, was irritable and refused all treatment, even starving himself. I was desperate, trying every method to persuade him. Until one day, he pointed to the table laden with premium seafood and sneered, “A chauffeur’s daughter dares to tell me what to do? Fine, you eat all these sea urchins, and I’ll cooperate with the treatment.” I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t telling him what to do; I was… heartbroken for him. So, even though I was severely allergic to seafood, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I picked up a fork and ate it. Within minutes, I went into anaphylactic shock and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, he was sitting by my bedside, his face grim. “You knew you were allergic. Why would you risk your life?” I only replied, “Because I didn’t want to see you give up. Master Julian, your leg will get better. Even if it doesn’t, I’ll be your legs for life, so please, stop tormenting yourself, okay?” From that day on, Julian broke all his bad habits and actively cooperated with treatment. For the next five years, sea urchins never appeared on our dinner table again. Thinking of this, I smiled, and tears fell. I didn’t explain further. I picked up a fork, scooped a lobe of sea urchin, and put it into my mouth. “Just eating them isn’t enough to show sincerity, is it?” I said, picking up a glass of wine. With the burning liquid, I swallowed a mouthful of sea urchin, glass after glass. The sweet and spicy flavors mingled in my stomach, making me numb with discomfort. It wasn’t until my seventh glass that Julian finally roared, “Enough!” I looked at the half-eaten plate of sea urchins and smiled. “Is this enough? Have I truly apologized? Is it enough to satisfy your beloved?” At that, Julian sprang to his feet, seizing my hand. His usually stern face was now so dark it looked like it could drip water. “You know perfectly well I didn’t mean it that way! Chloe, I told you, Seraphina and I are over! My family won’t accept you, and if you pull stunts like this, people will find reasons to gossip. I just don’t want you to be the subject of rumors!” Julian’s words sounded so righteous. But I just laughed. If the Harringtons wouldn’t accept me, would they accept Seraphina, who had betrayed him? But with just one word from Seraphina, didn’t he still marry her? Everything was just an excuse for not loving me enough. I didn’t want to say anything more. I shook him off and turned to leave. Just as I reached the door, my vision blurred, and I collapsed to the ground. “Chloe!” In a daze, I heard Julian’s frantic call of my name. Seraphina, however, was weeping beside him. “Julian, I feel a little dizzy.” But this time, Julian refused her. “I’ll take her to the hospital first. Get my assistant to pick you up.”

Chloe pov I dragged my unsteady steps forward, snatched my phone back, and hung up. Julian looked at me in surprise, not understanding my intense reaction. “What’s wrong?” I sighed, doing my best to make my voice sound calm. “Nothing. I just don’t want you two fighting over me anymore.” Hearing this, Julian didn’t suspect anything further and instead asked about my test results. “The doctor said there’s nothing serious, I can be discharged.” The next few days at home, Julian canceled all his engagements and stayed with me. I preferred sitting by the bed, lost in thought, unwilling to engage with him. When Julian tried to hug me, I simply got up and retreated to the bedroom. “I’m not feeling well, I want to lie down for a bit.” He thought I was still angry about the previous incident, so he had his assistant arrange a surprise. On my birthday, he hosted a grand charity gala in my name, under the guise of the Harrington Arts Foundation. Out of respect for Julian, all the city’s elite were in attendance. They were polite enough to me in his presence. But the moment he turned his back, their disdainful whispers began, undisguised. “If it weren’t for Julian, I’d never show up to a chauffeur’s daughter’s birthday party. It’s too humiliating!” “I have no idea what Julian sees in her. She reaks of poverty; it’s sickening!” “Julian is too soft-hearted. If it were me, I’d just pay her off. Actually marrying her? Now that would be a joke!” I sighed, unwilling to dwell on it. At seven o’clock sharp, a stir rippled through the ballroom entrance. All the guests turned in unison, their expressions of disdain instantly morphing into fawning smiles. Everyone in elite circles knew Julian had fought for Seraphina. Seeing her now, they rushed to curry favor. “Julian, you left earlier to personally pick up Seraphina? How sweet!” “Of course! They’re true childhood sweethearts. Only Seraphina’s elegance can truly match Julian’s stature.” Amidst the chorus of praise, I watched Seraphina enter, arm-in-arm with Julian, and frowned. She wore a magnificent custom-made gown, sparkling jewelry accentuating her noble grace. Her exquisite face radiated the proud confidence that money cultivates. After Julian’s leg healed, he once drew a sketch without facial features. When I asked him then, he said it was just practice, and I only thought the figure in the drawing was beautiful, not thinking much of it. But… the person in that drawing was clearly Seraphina! His heart, it turned out, had never truly made space for me. I turned to leave, but Seraphina called out to me. “Chloe, I hear it’s your birthday today. I came uninvited; I hope you don’t mind? I even brought you a very special gift!” With that, she gestured for a waiter to present an antique music box. “It’s called ‘Oblivion.’ A beautiful name, don’t you think?” I saw the oddly shaped music box and recoiled in shock. “Please take it away, I…”

Chloe pov Hearing my words, Seraphina’s face immediately fell. “Julian, is Chloe still mad at me? Maybe I should just leave so I don’t upset anyone.” At this, Julian quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving, and frowned at me. “Seraphina means well, Chloe. Don’t you love antique collectibles? Just accept it.” I could only turn to his secretary. “Mr. Davis, my hands aren’t free. Would you mind accepting it for me?” The people around me began to snicker again, mocking me for being difficult and intentionally trying to make a scene. Julian, too, thought I was trying to humiliate Seraphina. His face darkened, and he led Seraphina further into the hall. The area quickly cleared out, leaving only me. I poured myself a glass of water, slowly trying to calm the bone-deep terror that had seized me. I used to enjoy collecting antiques. But five years ago, on a stormy, thunderous night, Julian had a high fever that wouldn’t break. When I went out to find a doctor, I got trapped in the old, decrepit elevator of the estate. In that narrow, dark, constantly leaking space, the only light came from a malfunctioning phone. It endlessly looped a corrupted audio clip—the very same strange, distorted melody from that music box. I developed severe claustrophobia from that incident and could never bear to hear that tune again. I had never told Julian about it. So he didn’t understand my pain. During the party’s celebration, everyone instinctively gathered around Seraphina, as if she were the guest of honor. Julian’s anger seemed to have subsided a little, and he finally called me over to cut the cake. I was just about to make a wish when I heard Seraphina exclaim in surprise. “Oh, what a coincidence! This music box’s creation anniversary is also today! Why don’t we let it celebrate with us?” At her words, a wave of stifled snickers rippled through the crowd. She was clearly provoking me! I took a sharp breath, my voice icy. “If that’s the case, then let ‘Oblivion’ make a wish. I won’t disturb you.” With that, I turned to leave. Julian’s temple throbbed, and he called out to me. “Chloe! This is your birthday party! What kind of behavior is that?” He grabbed my arm, leaning close to my ear to whisper, “Chloe, don’t embarrass me. My parents are right over there. Give them a reason to accept you.” Accept our relationship? But hadn’t he already married someone else…? Birthday songs echoed around me, but all I felt was annoyance. Until someone, perhaps intentionally, opened the music box and thrust it into my arms. I didn’t want this thing! I stumbled back violently, a sharp pain shooting through me as I collided with an ice bucket! The ice bucket, filled with ice and champagne, toppled over, crashing directly towards me and Seraphina. Screams erupted throughout the venue. I watched in slow motion as Julian instinctively pulled Seraphina into his arms, shielding her and moving her out of the danger zone. Then, I saw countless ice cubes and liquid crash down upon me. A long gash opened on my shoulder, carved by a sharp ice shard. I cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground. Hearing my cry, Julian turned, saw my injury, and started to come back, but Seraphina shrieked beside him. “Ah! Julian, my wrist feels like it was hit by an ice cube! Could it be fractured?!” Looking at the tiny red mark on her wrist, Julian hesitated for a moment, then only instructed his secretary, “You take Chloe to the hospital to get her wound treated.” With that, he picked up Seraphina and hurried away. The guests quickly dispersed, not forgetting to mock me as they left. “Oblivion, Chloe… Seraphina really knows how to name things! Look at her, she looks just like forgotten trash, doesn’t she?” I heard their words clearly. My nose stung, and tears finally fell. My twenty-third birthday ended in such a bleak, desolate way.

Chloe pov It wasn’t until midnight that I dragged my weary body back home. I turned on the light, and my phone buzzed. It was a picture from Seraphina. The photo showed Julian intently applying an ice pack to her wrist. The caption read: “He said my hands are for painting and shouldn’t be harmed. He also said our wedding is set for the Maldives; that starry sky is a dream we shared since childhood.” “Oh, and thank you, truly. If it weren’t for you, Julian’s leg wouldn’t have healed. Thank you for taking care of my husband for five whole years.” I looked at her arrogant taunts, too exhausted to even feel angry. I went back to my bedroom and lay down, falling into a deep sleep. Julian still didn’t return that night, only sending a message. 【Chloe, I’m tied up. Is your injury serious? If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll come back immediately.】 I replied after a long pause. 【No need.】 Julian, from now on, I no longer need you. After the bleeding from my shoulder wound stopped, I took a day off specifically to drive to the secluded estate. I didn’t go into the house but instead went to the small observatory in the backyard. That was something Julian and I built together, piece by piece, from discarded parts when his leg injury was at its worst. At the center of the observatory was a planetarium we had handcrafted and polished. I turned on the power, and the ceiling immediately projected a dazzling galaxy of stars. Among them were two of the brightest constellations, which we had each designed. I clicked on the one I designed, and the note beneath the star map, written in my own hand, appeared: “May Julian soar again, like Aquila the Eagle.” My every wish had been for him. The next second, I clicked on the constellation he had designed. A line of elegant handwriting popped up: “To Seraphina the Princess, my love, forever.” Seraphina. It was Seraphina again. It turned out that every single thing he had ever done for me, his heart had always been thinking of someone else. I deleted the star map I had designed, then removed the necklace from my neck. It was a small meteorite, a gift Julian bought me with his first earnings after rejoining the Harrington family. He once held me and said: “Chloe, they say the more powerful you become, the lonelier you get, but as long as I have you, I have the courage to reach the top. Everything I possess from now on, including myself, is yours.” I buried this star, along with everything related to our past, beneath the observatory.

Chloe pov After filling the pit, I turned to go home. But as I reached the door, I ran into Julian and Seraphina. Seeing me there, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. “Chloe, what are you doing here?” I didn’t answer, instead asking, “What about you? What are you and Seraphina doing here?” Before Julian could speak, Seraphina smiled and chimed in, “I haven’t seen Julian paint in ages. He said his old art supplies were at the estate, so we came back to get them. Chloe, you know your way around here, could you show us?” With that, she pulled me inside. The moment I pushed open the door to the art studio, I froze. The room’s furnishings were exactly as they had been when we left. A ripple of excitement, then pain, went through me. Julian, too, seemed touched, turning to look at me. “Chloe, do you remember when we…” “I don’t remember.” My voice was so soft it was barely audible. Julian paused, then pointed to an unfinished oil painting in the corner. “Didn’t we keep this painting in the study? Why was it moved here?” I didn’t look. “You weren’t well back then. Many of your memories are jumbled.” Just like I thought he loved me. But in reality, it was just dependence born of desperation. Once he recovered, my kindness became irrelevant. Julian’s expression was troubled. He wanted to ask me what was wrong, but I didn’t speak, walking over to the window. “The art supplies are on the top shelf of the cabinet. You can get them yourselves.” Listening to the rummaging sounds behind me, I slowly closed my eyes. Before long, it suddenly started to rain outside. I got up and returned to the living room, where I saw Julian had already set up his easel. Seraphina sat opposite him, striking a pose. Through the glass door, Julian picked up his paintbrush, his gaze focused and deeply affectionate. Even after five years apart, his familiarity with her was etched into his very bones. It turned out Julian loved Seraphina so much that, even after being abandoned for five years, he never forgot her. Yes, they belonged to the same world. And I was just a chauffeur’s daughter. Why should I fantasize about owning a sun that didn’t belong to me? When he finished painting, Seraphina rose and walked behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder, then sliding down. Through the glass, Seraphina leaned in and kissed his lips. “Julian, I know you still love me…” At that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and ran out into the pouring rain.

hloe pov When I got home, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing my last few belongings. I worked until dawn, and Julian still hadn’t returned. But it didn’t matter anymore. The next day, I went to the immigration office and retrieved all my documents. On the way back, I booked a flight for that afternoon. When the car stopped at the gate, I saw his Bentley parked in the driveway; he was back. Sure enough, as soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw Julian standing by my suitcase, trying to open it. I panicked. “Weren’t you with Seraphina? Why are you back?” Julian froze. He slowly turned around, and the moment he lifted his head, his eyes flared with anger. He walked up to me, his voice filled with deep exasperation. “Chloe, what are you imagining now? I told you, Seraphina and I will never have anything to do with each other again.” Never again have anything to do with each other? But you married her for her. I smiled through my tears, but still didn’t expose him. “Then I misunderstood.” Julian breathed a sigh of relief. “There’s a family dinner at the Harringtons tonight. My parents have agreed for you to attend as my fiancée.” Hearing this, I was stunned. They agreed? Julian ruffled my hair, then handed me a black card. “Chloe, don’t worry, one day I’ll make them accept you, let you stand proudly by my side. I’m a little tired right now and want to rest for a bit. My secretary can take you to pick out some dresses, okay?” I stared at the card for a long moment, then took it. “You rest. I’ll go by myself.” I placed the newly retrieved documents into my bag. Julian lay on the bed, falling into a deep sleep. Looking at his handsome sleeping face, I was slightly lost in thought. He turned over, clutching my hand tighter, muttering in his sleep, “…Don’t leave.” I raised my hand one last time, wanting to gently touch his brow. But his next words shattered my heart completely. He murmured: Seraphina… I pulled my hand back and smiled. As expected, he was still in love with another woman. I picked up my luggage and went downstairs. On the way to the airport, I set all my social media accounts to permanent deletion. I also deleted all of Julian’s contact information. The airport was bustling. I calmly completed all the procedures and walked towards the security checkpoint with my suitcase. I stopped only after passing through the heavy glass doors, leaving the noisy departure hall completely behind me. Through the glass wall, I took one last look at the land I had lived on for so many years. I knew. From this moment on, I was free. I walked to a nearby seating area and pulled out my brand-new phone. I inserted the unused SIM card and dialed Eleanor Harrington’s number. “Mrs. Harrington, I’ve already passed security. You can proceed with the transfer.” Only Eleanor’s cold, crisp two words came from the other end: “Understood.” Then, the call was abruptly cut off. “Don’t worry,” I said softly, a slight curve to my lips as I looked out at the plane about to take off, “I’ll enjoy spending this money.” After hanging up, I didn’t throw away the phone, nor did I break the SIM card. I simply pulled the card out and tucked it into a travel book I carried with me. After all, everything behind me finally had nothing to do with me anymore. I walked towards the boarding gate. My new life was about to begin.

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To punish me for my supposed infidelity, on Valentine’s Day Kellan brought his mistress Maya into our study and spent the night with her. Their moans echoed through the entire house. I knew Kellan wanted me to hear. Dawn was approaching when two final exhausted gasps came from next door. “Kellan, Skylar is right next door… What if she gets angry hearing us like this?” Maya’s sugary voice drifted through the wall. Kellan replied with a cold sneer, “She deserves this.” I let out a bitter laugh. There was a time when I would have fought with him just for glancing at another woman. But now… I genuinely didn’t care anymore. After eating alone and cleaning up, I checked social media and saw everyone showing off their romantic gestures—that’s how I remembered it was Valentine’s Day. I looked around the empty living room, feeling utterly alone. Kellan hadn’t come home in two weeks. Seeing it was only 8 PM, I turned off the lights and headed to bed. That’s when the door swung open. A man and woman stumbled inside, completely absorbed in a passionate kiss. I froze. Kellan’s hand gripped the back of Maya’s head, his kiss filled with raw possession. Noticing my presence, they paused and glanced over. Maya’s face flushed. “Kellan, your wife is home…” She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter. Kellan’s cold gaze swept over me. “So what? Let’s continue.” Almost defiantly, Kellan scooped Maya into his arms. Amid her playful squeals, he carried her toward the study.

The study door slammed shut. Almost immediately, Maya’s giggles and Kellan’s heavy breathing became clearly audible. I closed my eyes, retrieved earplugs from the drawer, and returned to the master bedroom. Lying in the dark, sleep wouldn’t come. I reached for the bedside table, grabbed a small plastic bottle, and swallowed two sleeping pills. After a moment’s thought, I took two more. For the past two years, sleeping pills were the only way I could get any rest. It all started around that time— Kellan began fooling around with different women. None of them lasted more than three months—he changed women faster than most people change clothes. Except for Maya. She was a freshly graduated, sweet-faced college student who became his assistant right after graduation. She wanted money, he wanted beauty—they ended up in bed quickly. By this Valentine’s Day, it had been exactly one year. My mother-in-law warned me anxiously, “Be careful of that girl. She’s cunning. Kellan fooling around is one thing, but I don’t want this to end in divorce!” I just smiled. Even my usually tolerant mother-in-law could see—Kellan truly cared about Maya.

The noise from the next room grew louder. I rolled over and tried to sleep. Thanks to the sleeping pills, I managed to fall into a light doze about ten minutes later. The nightmares returned. A dark, decaying warehouse. My hands and feet tied. A grotesque, leering face approaching. I was a lamb awaiting slaughter, screaming in despair. The scene shifted to Kellan’s livid face as he gave me the silent treatment. “Skylar, you slept with another man, putting one green hat after another on my head. Do you really think I won’t hit you?” The veins on his neck bulged. His raised fist slammed into the wall instead, leaving bloodstains. He ignored my tearful explanations. He stopped me from calling the police. When I knelt, begging him to forget it happened, his eyes held nothing but disgust. “Skylar, you’ve dirtied yourself. What right do you have to make demands?” He shook me off and walked away without looking back. I often woke at midnight, my face wet with tears. Kellan’s disgusted eyes haunted me. Two years had passed since the incident. He never touched me again. He thought I was dirty.

I woke up crying, gasping for air. The sounds from next door still drifted through the wall. They were still at it. As my emotions settled, I checked my phone in the dark—only 12:30 AM. I lay back down, staring blankly at the ceiling. Two full years had passed since the assault. Yet it remained a nightmare that trapped me anytime. I couldn’t understand why those thugs kidnapped me, assaulted me in that dark abandoned warehouse. Then knocked me out, took me to a hotel, and staged it to look like a consensual affair. And so conveniently, Kellan showed up to “catch” me. I was humiliated, photographed, pointed at, cursed. Everyone thought Mrs. Evans cheated because she was lonely. I said I was assaulted. No one believed me. Kellan’s face darkened. His first reaction was to choke me, demanding through gritted teeth, “What didn’t I give you, that you had to betray me like this?” “Tell me, Skylar.” In our years of marriage, he’d been incredibly good to me. We were deeply in love, devoted to each other. But I never betrayed him. In utter despair, I knelt, begging him to believe I was set up, that I was assaulted. Kellan watched me coldly, silent for a long time, then laughed. “Skylar, do you still think I’m a fool?” He didn’t believe my explanation. He coldly pushed me away and left. I clutched his sleeve desperately, pleading for his belief. “Skylar, don’t touch me.” “You’re filthy.” Kellan pried my fingers off one by one and walked away without looking back.

After that, Kellan avoided me, often disappearing for ten days or two weeks at a time. He wouldn’t answer calls or texts. His assistant told me, “Mr. Evans bought a studio apartment near the company.” That was probably when he started drinking heavily. And fooling around with different women. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t believe me. He resented me for my supposed betrayal and lies. Over two years, I tried explaining hundreds of times. He never believed a word. Eventually, I grew tired. “Kellan, let’s get a divorce.” I waited outside his company for five hours to see him and proposed divorce. But Kellan, arm around a young woman, refused to even look at me. “Why should I agree just because you want a divorce?” “Those who cheat deserve to suffer,” Kellan turned, his gaze colder than ice. “Skylar, I’ll keep you trapped in this marriage. Let you taste the bitterness of betrayal.” The racket from next door pulled me from my thoughts. Kellan’s gasps and voice intertwined. “Maya, say my name.” “Louder.” Maya obediently complied. My heart ached with sour bitterness. I closed my eyes. I knew Kellan was doing this on purpose. He wanted to punish me. Two years later, he still never tired of it. Dawn was near when two final exhausted gasps came from next door. “Kellan, Skylar is right next door… What if she gets angry hearing us?” Maya’s performative, artificial voice came through. Kellan replied with a cold sneer, “Since when do I care if she’s angry?” I let out a bitter laugh. There was a time I’d have raged hysterically if he even made eye contact with another woman. But now… I genuinely didn’t care.

As Kellan carried Maya out of the study toward the bathroom, I was sitting on the living room sofa. “Kellan, we need to talk.” Kellan’s steps faltered. He didn’t turn or acknowledge me, just set Maya down and gently patted her back. “Go wash up first, sweetheart.” Kellan walked over casually, picked up a cup from the table, and raised it to his lips. I reminded him, “That’s my cup.” Kellan paused, disgust flashing in his eyes. He set the cup down. “Alright, talk. What about?” “About our divorce.” I slid the pre-printed divorce papers toward him. “Kellan, I know we got married in a country where divorce was difficult, but I’ve checked. International marriage laws have synced now. We can get divorced.” “Since you’ve found someone new… I want to wish you both well.” Kellan stared at the divorce papers, his expression growing colder. He didn’t move to take them. After a long silence, he looked up at me. “Did you and your lover plan this? Once you’re divorced, he’ll marry you?” His tone dripped with open sarcasm. I was still caught off guard. No matter how many times I explained, He was convinced I cheated. Since he insisted on misunderstanding, let him. The truth didn’t matter anymore. I smiled faintly. “Yes. So wish me happiness.”

A week ago, I got my medical report. Lymphoma. Seeing those words on the report, I couldn’t help but feel dazed for a moment. The doctor said my poor emotional state over the past two years had wrecked my health. Besides lymphoma, I had many other minor issues. Blood cancer is incurable. Cancer cells spread through the bloodstream. There’s no cure. That day, I tried to schedule a meeting with Kellan to discuss divorce, hoping to see him on our anniversary. He replied: “Busy. Maya wants me with her.” Later, I thought maybe it was better to die quietly alone. Kellan, though stubborn, Was a man of loyalty. Given how we once loved each other, he’d surely handle my funeral. I wouldn’t be a wandering ghost. But I never expected him to bring Maya home that night. It was clear Kellan truly liked Maya—both emotionally and physically. I smiled, pushing the divorce papers closer to him. “Maya seems like a good girl. If you’ve chosen her, treat her well. Don’t be fickle. Don’t break her heart.” Something I said must have triggered Kellan’s anger. He suddenly erupted, snatching the papers and tearing them to shreds. “Skylar, what right do you have to say these things to me?” There he went again. I sighed helplessly. “Kellan, I’m begging you. Stop this.” “I’m dying.” “Consider the divorce my final wish. Can’t you grant me that?” Kellan stared straight at me, a mocking smile twisting his lips. “Skylar, is fooling me that fun?”

“You’re just jealous because Maya and I had fun last night, right? What game are you playing now?” I shook my head. “Really, I’m not.” Kellan suddenly stood up, pinning me against the wall. I instinctively wanted to say “Don’t touch me, you’re dirty.” But the next moment, Kellan’s arm wrapped around my waist. “Skylar, is this you giving in?” “If you apologize and yield, I’ll—” “Kellan! I can’t open the toothpaste cap! Come help me!” The affectedly sweet voice from the bathroom cut Kellan off. He looked at me silently. Seeing I was still pushing him away, Kellan laughed self-mockingly and released me. His eyes still on me, he answered Maya, “Coming.” Kellan pushed the bathroom door open. I turned and entered the study. My diagnostic report was in the study. Since Kellan refused to believe me, I’d show him the proof. The study was a mess. The trash can was full of used sex toys. I reached for the report but noticed a phone lighting up on the desk. A pink phone case—must be Maya’s. I glanced casually. Then froze. Her wallpaper was a photo of a smiling Maya, arm-in-arm with another man, making a peace sign. I stared dead at the man’s face. My entire body went rigid. My heart felt squeezed tight. I couldn’t breathe. That man’s face—the dark abandoned warehouse—I could never forget it! But how… could he be in Maya’s phone?

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After being abused to death by my entire family, I, Natalie Easterlin, was reborn. To treat my sister Morgan Easterlin’s illness, my parents forced me to extort money. They grabbed my hair and shoved me hard onto the road. A car sped towards me, and I lost both legs. But they were overjoyed, having received a huge compensation. Later, they pushed me onto the rooftop and exploited the sympathy of netizens during a livestream to make ten million dollars. I couldn’t bear it and leapt off the rooftop, blood splattering everywhere. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was shoved onto the road. This time, I grabbed Morgan’s arm. “Want money? Use your own legs to trade!” ***** The wind on the rooftop howled past my ears as I sat in the wheelchair, pushed to the edge. Countless comments flooded the livestream chat. [Please don’t commit suicide, no matter what, never give up hope for life!] [Yeah, come down quickly!] [Don’t you all find it strange? Livestreaming a jump, this is obviously a scammer!] [Clearly a scammer! Cheaters won’t end well!] Malicious words flooded in. I opened my mouth to explain, but no sound came out. My tongue had already been cut off. I turned my head to look at my mom, Claire Easterlin. Her clothes were disheveled, and she cried with red, swollen eyes, “My daughter is so unfortunate!” “She already lost her legs, and now she’s depressed and suicidal. Please, everyone, help us!” My hands trembled on the wheelchair, and a cunning malice flashed in Claire’s eyes. She whispered, “It’s already ten million dollars.” Tears streamed down my cheeks; my family caused my legs to be disabled and my tongue to be cut. Now, they even want to use me to scam money! I glared at Claire fiercely and used all my remaining strength to push the wheelchair away. I refuse to be their accomplice! If I could do it all over again, I’d make sure they go to hell! When I opened my eyes again, my father, Brian Easterlin, slapped me. My cheek hurt, and I felt dizzy, unable to figure out what was going on. Brian’s voice rang in my ear. “Didn’t you hear me tell you to go over there obediently? “If you dare resist again, I’ll beat you to death!” I forced my eyes open. Two people stood nearby—Claire watched coldly, and Morgan looked impatient. Beside me was the rushing traffic, and Morgan impatiently gave me a shove. She said, “Natalie, just bear with it. Once the plan succeeds, our family will have money.” I turned to look at her and, sure enough, saw the malice and disdain in her eyes. Claire saw the black car approaching from afar, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed my sleeve. “This time it’s a rich person!” I felt the force behind me, knowing that car wouldn’t slow down. In my past life, I was pushed onto the road, and the black car hit me. My legs were disabled, and my family received five million dollars in compensation, beaming with joy. This time, I grabbed Morgan’s arm and forcefully pushed her onto the road first. I said, “Want money? Use your own legs to trade!” The sound of a car hitting a person rang out. Morgan let out a scream as her body was hit and flung away. Bright red blood stained the road. “Morgan!” Claire’s eyes widened as she dashed forward like crazy. Brian was also stunned and hurriedly called an ambulance. He turned to me. “Natalie! You vile woman! She’s your own sister!” He looked at me as if I were his enemy. I sneered. “So I deserve to die?” The street was in chaos. I scoffed and turned to leave. In my previous life, after I was hit by a car, they didn’t call an ambulance first but bargained with the driver at fault. After they successfully got five million dollars in compensation, I was finally taken to the hospital. Missing the best treatment time, I had both legs amputated and was disabled for life. In this life, the person hit by the car is Morgan. She was sent to the hospital immediately. I don’t know if her legs will be healed. However, she has always dreamed of dancing on a big stage since she was a child. This dream is no longer possible for her.

I went back home and started packing. Cold water flowed through my fingertips, and the reflection in the mirror showed sharp features, vastly different from my past life. I pulled out a cold smile. In this life, destiny must be in my own hands. Not only that, but I will make them pay! After packing my luggage, I picked up the suitcase and was about to leave when my phone suddenly rang. “Natalie! You crazy woman! Get to the hospital right now!” On the other end of the call were Brian’s curses and Claire’s sobbing. I let out a cold laugh and said, “Why should I?” Brian choked, as if he couldn’t believe I would say such a thing. He shouted angrily, “What the hell is wrong with you! Get to the hospital now! If you’re a second late, I’ll break your legs!” After saying that, he hastily hung up the phone. I stared at the call log on my phone, expressionless, and blocked his number. In my previous life, I was sent to the hospital, and no one took care of me. Even the hospital bills were paid by the driver at fault; they didn’t contribute a single cent. Now, they want me to go to the hospital as a free nanny? Impossible! I pushed open my parents’ bedroom door and walked straight to the safe. In my previous life, this safe was strictly guarded by them, hiding who knows what shady stuff inside. The safe was locked with a password, and I didn’t know the code. After thinking for a moment, I decided to buy two cameras, one for the living room and one for the bedroom, both placed in hidden corners. This time, I’m determined to uncover all their secrets. I returned to school, put away my luggage, and decided I could never go back to that home. At the same time, I registered a Twitter account online. In my past life, I was disabled with both legs and had my tongue cut out, completely reduced to a useless person, barely surviving through painting. I’m quite talented in painting and quickly gained a lot of followers. In this life, I enjoy the thrill of being the butcher rather than the lamb to be slaughtered. My phone rang again. Claire’s tone was laced with anger. “Natalie, if you don’t come to the hospital, we’ll sue you!” I thought, “Sue me? What a joke. How could parents sue their own daughter?” A trace of mockery flashed in my eyes. Morgan gets endless love from the whole family, while I endure insults, beatings, and indifference. Suddenly, I thought of a possibility.

From their vastly different attitudes toward me and Morgan, it would all make sense if I weren’t their biological child. The phone kept echoing with endless scolding. “Natalie! Don’t be so arrogant! Does seeing Morgan mean it will cost you your life?” My expression changed, and I replied casually, “Yeah, what if you want to kill me?” Claire seemed shocked and choked for a moment. I looked down at my crimson nails and slowly said, “You want to sue me? Take it to court?” “Do you really think those shady things you did can stay hidden?” My tone was soft, but there wasn’t a trace of a smile on my face. Claire’s breath suddenly hitched for a moment. Her voice started trembling. “What do you mean? What shady things? Let me tell you, Natalie, you are my…” I couldn’t be bothered to listen to her nonsense and simply hung up the phone. Her intense reaction said it all. I frowned and tightened my grip on the phone. A few days later, Claire finally lost her composure and called again. I calmly looked at the four missed calls on my phone. When the ringtone sounded again, I answered at the very last second. On the other end of the line, Claire was breathing heavily, clearly struggling to hold back. She switched to a sickly sweet tone. “Natalie, Morgan misses you. I was wrong last time, spoke too harshly. Please forgive me.” She held back her anger but still had to humble herself to me, which made me chuckle inside. But I knew she wouldn’t keep up this facade for long. Sure enough, the next second, she said, “Besides, what you said last time was too harsh. What do you mean by something shameful? We’re family, you know. I love you the most.” When she said the word “love,” her tone trembled slightly, probably because even she found it disgusting. I didn’t respond. Finally, Claire couldn’t hold it in. “Natalie, you have to come, Morgan…” I lightly tapped my fingertip and hung up the phone again. It’s been half a month since Morgan’s car accident. During this half month, Claire called every day on time, as if wary of the leverage I held. Even though she hated me to the core, she no longer dared to curse me like before, only urging me repeatedly to go to the hospital. That day after school, as soon as I walked out of the teaching building, I sensed something was off. Ahead, there was a crowd, and the passersby looked at me with disdain and contempt. I stopped in my tracks, standing beside my good friend, Emma Pearson. She asked, “Natalie? What’s wrong?” I shook my head, my heart sinking, but still kept a smile. “Emma, you go ahead. I just remembered I have something to do.” Emma has always been kind to me. In my previous life, after I became disabled, she wanted to take care of me but was blocked at the door by my so-called parents. At this moment, she seemed to sense the malicious gazes around, but she ignored them and even held my hand in front of everyone. She said, “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you to come back.” I watched her figure fade into the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped toward the center of the crowd. The moment my gaze met Claire’s, she seemed to grasp a lifeline, and a sudden madness and ferocity ignited in her eyes. She suddenly rushed forward, gripping my sleeve tightly. She shouted, “Natalie, go see your sister! She misses you a lot!” The classmates around started whispering. Claire continued, “How long has it been since you went home? I apologize to you. For my sake, don’t make it hard for me.” I almost burst out laughing. She spoke sincerely, but the grip on my arm was so tight it would definitely leave bruises. I said, “Sister? What sister? Are you talking about the one who tried to push me in front of a car?” Claire’s face twisted for a moment. She almost burst out cursing but held back after glancing at the crowd around her. She said, “Morgan is still young, she didn’t mean it, and besides, you’re fine now, aren’t you?” Her tone grew increasingly sarcastic. I shook off her hand in disgust. “Don’t get so close, it’s gross.” “You want me to go to the hospital? Fine, just don’t regret it.”

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After my daughter Hannah Weber got pregnant, I unexpectedly heard the voice of her unborn child. “Please, don’t let Mom go for a prenatal checkup! If they find out I’m a girl, my patriarchal dad will definitely force Mom to have an abortion. I don’t want to die!” I was shocked. Knowing that Hannah’s husband, Oliver Weber, works at the hospital and could easily find out the baby’s gender, I did everything I could to stop Hannah from going for a prenatal checkup. I thought I had saved my lovely granddaughter Jenny Weber, but three months later, she was diagnosed with a congenital deformity. Without timely intervention, she was destined to be born disabled. Hannah was heartbroken, and I was filled with regret. It was then that I heard Jenny’s voice again. “It’s all because Dad cheated with a nurse at the hospital, covered in cheap perfume. Mom inhaled too much of it, which caused my deformity. Poor Mom! Can anyone help her?” I instantly burned with rage and stormed into Oliver’s hospital without hesitation. But I never expected that I would disrupt an important heart surgery Oliver was performing, leading to the patient’s tragic death. The patient’s family lost control, seeking revenge, and stabbed Oliver dozens of times, killing him on the spot. Hannah, upon hearing the news, was so furious that she wanted to sever our mother-daughter relationship. At that moment, I heard Jenny’s thoughts again. “Mom is just too upset and needs some time to calm down, Grandma. Don’t bother her. How could she really be angry with you?” I believed those words and chose to step back. But that night, Hannah jumped into the river and took her own life. I was heartbroken and just wanted to end my life. Before my consciousness faded, I seemed to hear the eerie laughter of Jenny, who had caused my family’s ruin. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I heard Jenny’s thoughts. ***** “Please, don’t let Mom go for a prenatal checkup! If they find out I’m a girl, my sexist dad will definitely force Mom to abort me. I don’t want to die!” Jenny’s frail sobbing suddenly reached my ears, sending a shiver down my spine and drenching me in cold sweat. I looked around and realized I had been reborn, back to the day I accompanied Hannah for her prenatal checkup. Hannah saw my pale face and teased with a smile, “Mom, why are you nervous about my checkup? Looking at you, I almost thought you’d seen a ghost.” I swallowed hard, unsure how to explain everything that happened in my past life. In my previous life, I also heard Jenny’s inner voice before Hannah’s checkup. She cried and begged me to disrupt Hannah’s checkup so she could be born smoothly. Thinking of the hardships Hannah had endured during her pregnancy and fearing anything might happen to this hard-won child, I began stopping her from going for the checkup, using all kinds of excuses to hold her back. I thought I was protecting the baby, but three months later, Hannah secretly went for a checkup and brought back devastating news. Jenny was born with a congenital chest deformity, and because the best intervention time was missed, she was destined to face severe physical defects after birth. I was filled with regret, believing it was my foolishness that harmed Jenny. Just as I was preparing to spend the rest of my life atoning, I heard Jenny’s voice again. “Grandma, my deformity has nothing to do with you. It’s because Dad cheated with a nurse at the hospital, and Mom inhaled too much of that poor-quality perfume that I ended up disabled. “I’m really in so much pain, and Mom is truly so pitiful. Is there anyone who can help the two of us? That heartless Dad of mine is still having an affair at the hospital.” Hearing Jenny’s heartfelt words, I instantly burned with rage and stormed into the hospital to confront Oliver. But I never expected that my recklessness would directly cause Oliver’s critical heart bypass surgery to fail, leading to the innocent patient dying on the hospital bed. The patient’s family, overwhelmed with emotion, retaliated violently, stabbing Oliver dozens of times and causing his immediate death. Upon hearing the news, Hannah broke down in tears. My heart was filled with guilt, and all I wanted was to comfort her, but I was unexpectedly stopped by Jenny’s heartfelt words again. “Grandma, Mom needs some peace right now. She’s angry, and seeing you will only upset her more. Please give her some time.” I thought she made sense, so I stopped interfering in Hannah’s matters. But I never expected Hannah to commit suicide that night, leaving behind a blood-written note, every word filled with resentment toward me. She blamed me for ruining her child, accused me of causing her husband’s death, and wanted me to die. I was heartbroken and just wanted to end my life through suicide. But I could never understand why Jenny wanted to destroy my family. After jumping into the lake, in my fading consciousness, I seemed to hear Jenny’s evil laughter. Now reborn, thinking of everything from the past life, I find Jenny’s cries extremely repulsive. I walked straight up, pushed Hannah in front of the doctor, and said coldly, “Get a prenatal checkup. If the baby has any issues, I suggest terminating it early.”

Hannah was stunned by my words, but the result that followed hurt her even more. Jenny, just like in the previous life, had underdeveloped chest cavity. I spoke with unusual calmness, “In that case, I still think it’s safer to terminate. If the baby is born deformed, our family probably can’t handle it.” Hannah’s eyes instantly turned red. “Mom! I’ve been married for eight years before finally conceiving this child. As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, I don’t want to give up!” She clutched my hand tightly, trembling all over as she cried. My heart clenched suddenly, and I could no longer say such cold words. The doctor sighed, provided a conservative treatment plan, and prescribed some medication for Hannah to take at home. On the way back, my heart was still very uneasy. Sure enough, not long after, I heard Jenny’s inner voice again. “As long as Mom takes this medicine and gets enough vitamins, I can develop normally and will definitely be a healthy baby.” I looked at the bottle of medicine in Hannah’s hand, silent. In her past life, the baby in Hannah’s womb developed abnormalities due to a severe lack of vitamins and insufficient vegetable intake. But can this bottle of medicine really cure Jenny’s congenital underdevelopment? The more I listened to Jenny’s confident voice, the more doubtful I became. After returning, I started going against Jenny’s inner voice nonstop. She didn’t want to eat vegetables, so I juiced them and made Hannah drink it. She said she didn’t want meals, only chips and snacks. So I made nutritious meals for Hannah and threw away all the junk food. Day by day passed, and Hannah’s check-up results were always great. Hannah happily hugged my neck and said, “Mom, you’re the best. I feel at ease with you around. Those medicines can be skipped; eating the nutritious meals you make is enough to nourish the baby.” At that moment, I almost believed I had truly changed destiny. But during this check-up, the doctor suddenly slammed the table in anger. “Why haven’t you been taking the medicine I prescribed? Now the baby has severe chest deformities, underdeveloped limbs, and is destined to be deformed at birth. Why didn’t you listen?” The doctor’s words struck me like a bolt of lightning. Facing Hannah’s reproachful gaze, all I wanted was to apologize. But Hannah, just like in the previous life, coldly shook off my hand. “Mom, why did you harm me? The doctor clearly said taking the medicine on time could help, yet you insisted on those nutritional meals! You ruined my child, ruined our family!” I didn’t know how to explain, so I could only watch Hannah’s back and cry in regret. But before I could grieve for long, I once again heard Jenny’s inner voice. “My deformity isn’t anyone’s fault but my cheating dad. He cheated with someone else, causing Mom to inhale too much low-quality perfume, which led to this.” “My life is ruined, and Mom started blaming Grandma because of it. I really feel so sorry for Grandma. Who can help us?” “Now my dad is still meeting his mistress at the hospital. If I go there, I can catch them red-handed and bring justice for Grandma!” Jenny’s inner voice seemed like a kind reminder, but every word was actually inciting me. Thinking of the outcome in my previous life, I no longer dared to rush blindly to the hospital. Since I can’t change any of this, I’ll stay away from them and stop interfering. My happiness doesn’t matter. As long as Hannah stays safe and nothing happens to her, it’s enough that they’re all okay. I know Oliver isn’t that kind of person. He’s been in love with Hannah for over ten years, and now that she’s finally pregnant, he takes care of her so cautiously every day. There’s no way he would cheat. In my previous life, I was blinded by anger. Now that I’ve been reborn, I’ve realized many things were off. I packed my bags overnight and moved out of their house. I no longer involve myself in their lives or ask about Hannah and her child. A few weeks later, Hannah gradually came to terms with the reality of the fetal deformity and took the initiative to call for reconciliation. Oliver has a stable job at the hospital and has never been involved in any scandals. I breathed a sigh of relief and started living my life in peace. But I didn’t move back to live with them, always keeping a certain distance. But just when I thought I had finally rewritten the future, an accident happened again. While I was busy doing housework, my phone suddenly rang, and at the same time, Jenny’s inner voice came through once again. She kept shouting for me to answer the phone quickly, saying something important had happened. Thinking of all the experiences after answering the call in my previous life, I hesitated just as I was about to press the answer button. But in those few seconds of hesitation, Hannah suddenly hung up the phone. I called back, but no one answered. I panicked immediately and hurriedly drove back to look for Hannah. When I rushed home in a panic, I only saw Oliver lying in a pool of blood. Just like in my previous life, a deranged woman had killed Oliver with a knife. My chest ached, and before I could ask what happened, Hannah slapped me across the face. She yelled angrily, “Why didn’t you answer the phone? You ruined our family! First, you caused my child to be deformed, and now you’ve killed my husband. How dare you stand here?”

I shook my head in confusion, unable to understand how missing just one call could lead to such a tragic outcome. Jenny kept sobbing, “Mom suddenly felt chest pain and needed help. In desperation, I had to call Grandma. Even though I tried so hard to remind her, Grandma still didn’t answer the phone. She could only ask Dad for help, but he panicked after answering the call, made a mistake during surgery, and the patient died on the spot, leading to him being killed by the patient’s family. All of this is Grandma’s fault!” I shook my head forcefully. “It wasn’t me. I’ve been trying to change, so why hasn’t the outcome changed?” Hannah gripped my arm tightly, her nails digging into my flesh. She screamed, “I hate you! You’re no mother of mine! Why don’t you just die?” She cried out and ran away, leaving me standing there in confusion. I gave it my all to avoid the tragedy of my past life, but in the end, all my efforts felt like a joke. Scenes from my past life played out before me like a script. It felt like a pair of merciless hands was pushing our family step by step into the abyss. Watching Hannah’s figure fade into the distance, I instinctively wanted to chase after her and apologize. At that moment, I heard Jenny’s inner voice again. “Grandma, you’re so annoying. Why can’t you just let my mom have some peace? She hates you the most right now. If you keep bothering her, she might really want to die.” I froze in fear, unsure of what to do. If I listened to Jenny, would the tragic scene of Hannah’s suicide from my past life repeat itself? But just now, because I didn’t listen to Jenny, I missed Hannah’s call, which led to Oliver’s tragic death. My mind was still hesitating, but my body made the choice first. I followed closely behind Hannah, terrified she might attempt suicide again. But when she noticed I was following her, she suddenly turned around and glared at me angrily. “How long are you going to follow me? You’re disgusting! Are you going to follow me even if I go to commit suicide now?” I looked up in panic, only to realize we were by the lake where Hannah had committed suicide in the previous life. I immediately rushed forward to grab her, but could only watch helplessly as she jumped in. Her hands flailed wildly on the lake’s surface, her face turning bright red. Jenny’s curses kept coming. “Grandma, what are you waiting for? You killed all of us, how do you have the nerve to live? You deserve to die!” Hearing her words, I felt as if possessed, stepping over the lake’s railing one step at a time. But just as I was about to jump, I suddenly let out a soft laugh, “Do you really think I’m a fool, letting you manipulate me?” Everything in this life seemed unchanged, but after being reborn, it was only when I witnessed Hannah’s suicide that I finally realized the problem. I finally understood why I could hear Jenny’s thoughts. There’s no such thing as a destined path—I’ve found a way for everyone to survive!

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