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To make me miscarry, my 7-year-old son Leo Brown deliberately made me step on a toy car and fall. When I woke up, Leo’s grandmother Amelia Brown scolded me for bringing bad luck, while my husband Matthew Brown looked at me coldly. He said, “How could you be so careless? Now, we’ve lost our child. Who can you blame?” Leo hid behind Matthew without a trace of guilt. He said, “Grandma said as long as the baby in your belly dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price’s belly will be my sister.” I completely lost all hope, left behind a divorce agreement and a document severing the mother-son relationship, and left. I no longer want such a husband and son. ***** I just woke up, and Amelia’s scolding was ringing in my ears. She said, “Do you really think being pregnant makes you a queen? You do nothing at home all day. You deserve to fall.” I instinctively touched my belly. My once swollen belly had become flat. My tears fell silently. Amelia was still blaming me, saying I slipped because I argued with her. She said, “Chloe, you’re just someone who brings us bad luck.” Chloe Morgan is my name. Matthew arrived late. He unhappily stopped the still nagging Amelia and said, “Enough. Since it already happened, stop talking about it.” I looked into his cold eyes and asked, “Do you also think it’s my fault?” Leo stood behind Matthew, holding his favorite toy car. I clearly remember that I accidentally stepped on Leo’s toy car while arguing with Amelia, which caused me to fall. The intense pain made me pass out instantly. The baby I had carried for five difficult months turned into a pool of blood and left me. But the person who caused my miscarriage was still behind Matthew, secretly making faces at me. Leo said, “Grandma said as long as your baby dies, Dad will marry Ms. Price, and the daughter in Ms. Price’s belly will be my sister.” I couldn’t believe these were the words my own son said to me. I was shaking with anger, pointing at Leo and asking Matthew, “Matthew, did you hear that? It was your son on purpose.” Matthew directly scolded me, “How could you be so careless? Now, our child is gone. And you blame it on my son? He’s just a kid! How could he intentionally harm you?” His accusations left me completely disappointed. I thought Matthew would care about me a little. Turns out, I was overthinking. At that moment, Matthew’s phone rang. It was a special ringtone he had set for someone. He answered the phone. Immediately, a soft female voice came through. “Matthew, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. Could you come and check on me?” This is the person he can’t forget, Mia Price. Matthew didn’t hesitate at all and left me, who had just miscarried, behind. Leo was also worried about Mia, so he went along. Immediately, Amelia left angrily as well. I suddenly felt so pathetic. My husband and son could both abandon me for another woman. I closed my eyes wearily, with only one thought in my mind. I want a divorce. Not long after, I saw Mia’s social media post. The photo showed a man’s hands peeling shrimp. His fingers were long and well-defined. I instantly recognized these as Matthew’s hands. I’ve been married to him for 7 years, but he never did these things for me. Matthew is a genius pianist, and he has always valued his hands greatly. Our only trip was our honeymoon after we got married. At that time, we brought two heavy suitcases. Since I had done my nails, it was inconvenient for me to carry them. Matthew coldly said, “Chloe, my hands are for playing the piano, not for carrying luggage.” In the end, I had to carry the suitcases alone the whole time. My nails split in the middle, and it was very painful. But Matthew didn’t feel sorry for me at all; instead, he blamed me for being too vain and insisting on getting my nails done. But now, his hands can peel shrimp for Mia. Turns out, it’s not that his hands are too noble, but that I’m not worthy enough for him to do these things. I numbly flipped to the next picture. In the photo, Mia was feeding Leo a piece of carrot with a fork. The caption read: [He’s such a good kid, not picky at all.] Leo is actually very picky. To balance his nutrition, I specifically added carrots to the meatballs to make it easier for him to eat. But he threw a tantrum and scattered the meatballs all over the floor. When Matthew came back from overtime, he clung to Matthew’s leg, crying, “Mom’s mean. I don’t like carrots, but she made me eat them.” Amelia also criticized me for forcing Leo to eat something he doesn’t like. I couldn’t argue back, and Matthew didn’t say a word, giving me the cold shoulder for a week. But now, Leo willingly eats the carrots fed by Mia. He truly is Matthew’s son; they even like the same woman. I closed my phone in disappointment, feeling utterly cold inside. I don’t want a husband and son like this anymore.

The day I was discharged, no one came to pick me up. My lower abdomen still hurts. While hailing a cab at the hospital entrance, I got splashed with dirty water by a passing car. As soon as I got home, I saw a harmonious scene. Matthew was holding Mia, looking at her tenderly. Leo sat on the other side of Mia, curiously touching her slightly rounded belly. He asked, “Ms. Price, don’t babies kick inside their mom’s belly? Why didn’t she kick me?” Mia pinched Leo’s cheek and said with a smile, “She’s still tiny and can’t kick yet. Leo, just wait a little longer.” The three of them looked like a happy family, while I, standing at the door, felt completely out of place. Seeing me return, Leo said disdainfully, “Did you come back from the dump? Why are you so dirty and smelly?” He exaggeratedly pinched his nose, while Mia covered her mouth, giggling. Matthew frowned and asked, “How did you end up like this?” I clenched my fingers tightly until my nails dug deep into my flesh, and the pain brought me back to my senses. I looked at the man I had loved for nearly 10 years, with no emotion left in my eyes. I said, “Matthew, let’s get a divorce.” As if he thought he misheard, Matthew asked me, “What did you say?” I firmly repeated, “I said, let’s get a divorce. I’ll make way for Mia so she and the baby won’t suffer anymore.” A hint of mockery flashed in Matthew’s eyes. He sneered and said, “Chloe, since when did you learn these cheap tricks? Let me tell you, they don’t work on me.” At this moment, Mia stood up, then walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She gently persuaded me, “Chloe, don’t misunderstand. I never thought of breaking you two apart. I have no relatives or friends in New York, and Matthew is the only one I know, so I asked him for help. If you don’t like it, I won’t ask him anymore.” I gently pulled my hand back, but Mia suddenly fell backward, as if I had pushed her. Matthew immediately became furious. He supported Mia and yelled at me, “Chloe, Mia is pregnant. How could you push her?” Leo also ran up to me and punched me hard. He said, “Bad mommy, you can’t bully Ms. Price. Just because you lost your baby doesn’t mean you can bully Ms. Price.” A 7-year-old child used all his strength to hit me. My already aching stomach hurt even more from his punches. But this pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. I pushed Leo away and sneered, “Don’t worry. No one will ever hurt your beloved woman again.” After saying that, I went straight upstairs. Matthew and Leo only had Mia in their eyes and hearts, completely ignoring me. In the 7 years of marriage, I almost only bought things for Matthew and Leo. There are very few things in this house that belong to me. I can pack all of them into a 28-inch suitcase. I threw the signed divorce agreement and the letter severing mother-son ties on the bed. Then, I took off the plain ring from my left ring finger and placed it on that pile of papers. This plain ring is the only piece of jewelry Matthew bought me in our 7 years of marriage. It was something he casually bought at the counter just to get through the wedding when we first got married. But even such a simple ring, I cherished it for 7 years. The moment I took off the ring, the last bit of attachment I had for Matthew was completely gone. At this moment, my phone received a message. It was Amelia who sent a photo in the family group chat of four hands playing the piano together. On the black and white piano keys, the two pairs of hands both had couple rings on their left ring fingers. This was a photo of Matthew and Mia at a concert while I was hospitalized. After posting the photo, Amelia even praised: [Look at Matthew and Mia. They are just perfect for each other!] Matthew’s other family members also joined in the teasing. I watched coldly, then sent a thumbs-up emoji in the group chat. In an instant, the lively group chat fell silent. Amelia even deleted all the previous messages she had sent. I didn’t want to deal with them anymore, so I left the group chat. When I came downstairs with my luggage, Matthew was staring at me coldly. He said, “My mom just posted a photo. Did you really need to leave the group chat?” Mia’s eyes were red too, pretending to look pitiful. She said, “Chloe, Matthew and I have always been piano partners. This time, I’m just a special guest for him. Don’t be mad.” I let out a cold snort and walked out resolutely. I said coldly, “Matthew, remember to sign the divorce papers.” At that moment, a “thud” sounded at my feet. I looked down and saw a cracked ruby pendant. I turned around and saw Leo’s eyes cold and full of disgust. I could hardly imagine this was the look my own child gave me. Leo said, “It’s best if you, this bad woman, leave and never come back. I don’t want your trash anymore.” I gave a bitter smile, looking at the ruby pendant on the ground. Back then, I had a difficult labor giving birth to Leo. As a result, Leo often fell ill as a child. To bless him with safety and health, I went to the church locals said was most favored by the divine and went through great effort to buy this ruby pendant. But now, Leo treats it like trash and throws it away. I nodded and said, “Alright, I don’t like you anymore either.” A son like this doesn’t deserve my love.

Actually, I should never have expected anything from this marriage. I always knew Matthew didn’t love me. My parents passed away early, and it was Matthew’s grandfather, Lincoln Brown, who supported me, helping me finish college and become a teacher. The first time I went to the Brown Villa, I fell in love with Matthew. Lincoln didn’t care about family background, thought I was dependable, and often teased me and Matthew, saying he wanted me to marry Matthew. But I always heard about Matthew and Mia’s passionate love story. They dated from high school to college. Both were skilled at piano and widely recognized as the perfect couple. However, after Matthew’s father passed away unexpectedly, Lincoln’s health quickly declined. Matthew needed to take over the family business, while Mia insisted on going abroad for her music dreams. And just like that, they broke up. Because of this, I, who often visited and cared for Lincoln, had the chance to get closer to Matthew. Lincoln’s dying wish was to see Matthew get married. Matthew was forced to marry me. Later, we had Leo. I don’t understand music, so Matthew always found me vulgar. As a result, even Leo looked down on me for not understanding art. Later, Mia went through a failed marriage abroad and then returned to New York alone. The legendary perfect couple reunited for a collaboration after many years. Matthew’s love for her reignited. Leo is very much like him. The woman he likes, Leo likes too. Leo mentioned Mia more than once in front of me, saying she was elegant and beautiful, unlike me—crude and ignorant. Hearing my son say that, I was heartbroken. But gradually, I got used to it and became numb to Matthew and Leo’s preference for Mia. I finally realized that my marriage to Matthew was a mistake from the start. We might as well cut ties. After leaving the Brown Villa, I lived in the school’s faculty dormitory. Matthew didn’t come looking for me, probably thinking I was still sulking. I took out the Volunteer Teaching application form that the school had given to all teachers earlier. Before, because I was pregnant with my second child, I had no intention of joining Volunteer Teaching. But now, I resolutely submitted my application to Principal Owen Adams to participate in Volunteer Teaching in the mountains. I came from the mountains, so I want to help the kids there step out of the mountains too. Owen looked at me with concern. Seeing my determination, he eventually approved my application. The day I left, the kids in my class were very reluctant to see me go. Actually, apart from an unhappy marriage, I was very happy at school. Owen highly valued my abilities, and my students admired me greatly. Before, I trapped myself in an unhappy family. The next day, I messaged Matthew to meet me at the Courthouse to handle the divorce paperwork. But I waited until evening, and he never showed up. It was only then that I saw his performance with Mia had made the news again. Everyone was praising them as the perfect duo. Even Leo showed an admiring look toward Mia during the interview. He said, “Ms. Price is really beautiful. She and Dad are a perfect match.” So, I said goodbye to my colleagues and students, then boarded the bus heading to the mountains. After a few days of bumpy travel, I arrived in the mountains for Volunteer Teaching. The children here are poor but very simple and sincere. To welcome us teachers, they even specially prepared roasted potatoes. The conditions in the mountains are tough. After just a few days, I was bitten by insects and experienced vomiting and diarrhea due to not adapting well to the environment. However, with the help of the students and local villagers, I gradually got used to life in the mountains. But on my fifth day in the mountains, an earthquake struck the area. I shielded the students as they fled and sought shelter, but my path was blocked by falling slabs, leaving me trapped in the rubble. At this moment, Mia had just finished playing a piece and was gracefully taking a bow on stage. Matthew in the audience led the applause, his eyes full of admiration. After Mia stepped off the stage, she took Matthew’s arm, and they faced the interview together. Mid-interview, Matthew’s phone kept vibrating. The phone showed it was Chloe calling. Mia frowned slightly but then softly said, “Matthew, why don’t you take the call? She might have something urgent.” Matthew hung up the phone in disgust. He said, “She just wants to make peace. What could she possibly want?” It wasn’t until the tenth ring that he impatiently answered. A stranger’s voice came from the other end. “Hello, are you Ms. Morgan’s husband, Mr. Brown? A 6.1 magnitude earthquake struck Humboldt County, and the area where Ms. Morgan is located was hit the hardest.”

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The day I, Abigail Morris, got pregnant with my second child, the baby in my belly unexpectedly revealed its thoughts. He said, “My silly sister, Mom said once you graduate, she’ll sell you for an engagement gift and save it for my future wedding.” After hearing this, my daughter Isabella Cook quietly applied to study abroad and was never heard from again. My husband Alexander Cook was about to comfort me but also heard the thoughts of the baby in my belly. He said, “Alexander, you’re actually comforting my mom? You’re the dumbest person in this family. After I’m born, I won’t call you Dad because my dad is a man from the bar. He’s super handsome.” Alexander was so furious that he immediately took me to the hospital for a paternity test. However, the expedited paternity test done by my good friend Iris Brooks clearly stated that the baby in my belly has no biological relation to Alexander. Alexander directly asked me for a divorce. At this moment, the baby in my belly anxiously said, “Why is he suddenly asking for a divorce? Did he find out that Mom lied to him and that the person who saved him back then wasn’t Mom, but Iris?” After hearing these words, Alexander and Iris got married. But because of the baby in my belly, I suddenly had massive bleeding and eventually died in pain on the hospital bed. I never knew why I ended up with such a fate, even until my death. It wasn’t until I was reborn that I heard the voice of the baby in my belly again. At this moment, a woman’s voice rang out. “Abigail, congratulations. This time, you’re truly pregnant with your second child. Now, you have a son and a daughter. There’s no mother happier than you.” Hearing this familiar voice, I suddenly opened my eyes. Seeing the ultrasound report in Iris’s hand, I finally confirmed that I had truly been reborn. Upon learning that the baby in my belly was a boy, Alexander immediately sent Iris a bouquet of flowers as a token of gratitude. Isabella, about to graduate from college, and Alexander were competing to name the baby. But the next second, I heard the inner voice of the baby in my belly. He said, “My silly sister, I don’t want you naming me. Mom said once you graduate, she’ll sell you for engagement gifts and save the rest for my future wedding.” Hearing these words, Isabella’s face instantly turned pale. It was the same in the previous life; after hearing the inner voice of the baby in my belly, Isabella’s smile disappeared. The once lively and cheerful Isabella became silent and distant from us. At first, I thought she was worried about her graduation thesis. But as soon as Isabella graduated from college, she applied to study abroad. After that, we never heard from her again. It wasn’t until two months later that she made a call. She said, “Mom, this is the last time I’ll call you Mom because I will never come back. I will get married and have children abroad. Just pretend you never had a daughter like me.” I never expected Isabella to say such things, and I cried my heart out at the time. Now, seeing the disappointed look in Isabella’s eyes when she looks at me, I immediately grab her hand. I said, “Isabella, I’m not planning to have this child anymore. Don’t worry. You will always be my dearest daughter.” Isabella was stunned instantly, but Iris beside her became anxious. She said, “Abigail, are you crazy? Why would you abort the child?” Alexander also showed a puzzled expression. He said, “Yes. Abigail, what’s wrong with you? Haven’t you always wanted a son and a daughter? We can afford two kids. Why do you insist on aborting this child?” Looking at Alexander’s confused expression, I became even more certain that he hadn’t heard the voice of the child in my belly just now. It seems this child can selectively choose who can hear his inner voice. To avoid the tragedy of the previous life, I must abort him. I said to Alexander, “Alexander, this time you must listen to me. We have to abort this child.” As soon as I finished speaking, the child in my belly anxiously kicked me. He said, “Mom, you’re so cruel. Just because you’re afraid Alexander will find out I’m not his biological son, you want to abort me to cover up your affair?”

His voice was like a curse, reminding me of the experiences from my previous life. At that time, Isabella had just cut ties with me, and I cried sadly every day. Alexander, worried about my health, urged me to take care of myself for the sake of the baby in my belly. It was during this time that the baby in my belly let Alexander hear his voice. Alexander was incredibly gentle with me one moment, but the next moment, he dragged me to the hospital. I thought he was worried about the baby in my belly, so I obediently cooperated with all the tests. But on the day we got the paternity test results, I realized Alexander suspected the baby in my belly wasn’t his. But how is that possible? I have never done anything to betray him. What shocked me even more was that the paternity test clearly stated that the baby in my belly had no biological relation to Alexander. So, Alexander completely believed the voice of the baby in my belly. Just like now, Alexander quietly listens to the voice of the baby in my belly. He said, “I’m really so pitiful. I haven’t even met my dad. He’s young and handsome, the most attractive man in the bar, much better than Alexander.” “Mom, didn’t you say you’d divorce Alexander after giving birth to me, then reunite me with my real dad?” To be honest, I have no idea who the “most attractive man in the bar” my baby is talking about is. Because I’ve never been to a bar. But Alexander’s face kept getting worse, and his gaze at me was filled with doubt and suspicion. He asked, “Are you in such a hurry to abort this child because it’s not mine?” “I can guarantee this child is yours. If you don’t believe me, we can do a paternity test.” I was the first to suggest doing a paternity test. Seeing how certain I was, he gradually felt relieved. He said, “Abigail, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but…” Sensing the awkward atmosphere between us as a couple, Iris quickly eased the tension. She said, “You two are really troublesome. Don’t you just want a paternity test? I’ll help you do it. I guarantee the results will be out within four hours.” I sneered at her and said, “Iris, thanks for your kindness. However, I’d like to choose another hospital.” “No way!” Iris’s eyes revealed a hint of panic. “I’m the doctor. Why do you need to go to another hospital? That’s too troublesome. Don’t you trust me?” I really couldn’t trust her. After all, in my previous life, it was she who did that paternity test, completely nailing me to the shame of “cheating in marriage.” In the end, I was forced to divorce without taking any property. She even used the child in my womb to replace me and successfully married Alexander. As the ultimate beneficiary of the whole incident, I definitely couldn’t believe she had nothing to do with the child in my womb. So, I put on a solemn look and said to Alexander, “Paternity testing is a big deal. Iris is my best friend. To ensure the accuracy of the test, Alexander, can you really trust Iris to do it for us?” Just as Alexander was about to agree to my proposal, the child in my womb suddenly exclaimed, “My mom’s method is really clever.” “Alexander would never guess that my mom had already bribed the doctor. No matter which hospital we go to, the paternity test will state that I am his biological son.”

Is this child trying to drive me to death again? I tried hard to suppress my anger and finally threw the problem to Alexander. “You decide how to do the paternity test. There are thousands of hospitals across the U.S. You can choose any place you like.” Alexander seemed a bit tired too. He rubbed his temples and said, “Forget it. Let’s have Iris do it. We’ll watch her do it. That way, there shouldn’t be any issues.” I thought about it and felt that with four pairs of eyes watching, Iris probably wouldn’t make any mistakes. Iris showed a hint of awkwardness but still drew our blood. Four hours later, the paternity test results came out. Seeing the results, I felt relieved. Although I don’t know why my child wants to harm me, biologically speaking, he is indeed the son of Alexander and me. This is absolutely certain. Iris pretended to speak kindly, “See? You’re just overthinking. I watched you get married and have a child. How could the paternity test be wrong?” But as soon as she finished speaking, the voice of the child in my belly echoed. He said, “My mom is so charming that Iris would rather give up her professional ethics to help her fake the paternity test.” Alexander instantly became furious and grabbed Iris’s arm. He asked, “Iris, do you dare swear on your career that this paternity test is real?” Iris felt extremely wronged but didn’t say a word. Her expression made it seem like I really asked her to fake the report. I was about to explain, but the baby in my belly seemed even more anxious than me. He said, “Mom, quickly tell Alexander to let go of Iris’s hand.” “If he sees the burn on Iris’s arm, he’ll know it was Iris who saved his life back then. If that happens, you won’t be able to hide the fact that you pretended to be his savior to marry him.” I never pretended. Back then, Alexander had a car accident. When he was sent to the hospital, he went into shock due to excessive blood loss. But the problem was, the hospital happened to be out of stock of Alexander’s blood type. It was me who broke hospital rules and gave Alexander 800 milliliters of my blood. After donating blood, I was weak and accidentally knocked over the kettle on the table, leaving a permanent scar on my arm. At the time, my colleague joked, “With such a big scar, what if you can’t get married in the future?” The still semi-conscious Alexander mumbled, “I’ll marry you.” I just took it as a joke and didn’t think much of it. But later, Alexander recognized me as the nurse who saved his life because of that scar. Because of this fate, we got together, then married and had children. To this day, we have been married for 16 years. I thought Alexander wouldn’t doubt me just because of a thought from the child in my belly. But he anxiously rolled up Iris’s sleeve. When he saw that Iris indeed had a scar identical to mine on her arm, he gripped Iris’s hand even tighter. He asked, “What’s the story behind this scar?” Iris nervously pulled back her hand and gave me a resentful glance. Then she said, “This happened over ten years ago. What’s the point of talking about it now?” “I need to know the answer,” Alexander said stubbornly. Iris squeezed out a couple of tears and said, “Back then, I saved a car accident victim. “After giving him 800 milliliters of blood, I accidentally touched a hot water bottle and got scalded by boiling water. “He said he would marry me. But I waited all these years and never saw him.” I shouted, “Alexander, don’t listen to her. She’s lying to you.” I grabbed Alexander’s hand, trying to make him believe me. But he impatiently pushed me away. “Abigail, I never thought you’d pretend to be someone else.”

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My parents Micah Wright and Aurora Wright, as they got older, needed my sister Cora Wright and me, their two daughters, to take care of them in their old age. Cora is moving to France with her French husband Chris Davis, while I live with my taxi-driving husband Bennett Gray in a two-bedroom apartment in a small town in the U.S. Aurora had no money and ultimately chose me to take care of her, while Micah took all the family assets and had Cora look after him. My family’s financial situation is average. As for the two-bedroom apartment, I gave the master bedroom to Aurora. However, Aurora was still unhappy and always said she wasn’t happy living with me. Every night, she video calls Cora, envies Cora’s exciting life abroad, and complains that I haven’t taken good care of her. But I’m already middle-aged. I not only have to take care of Aurora but also my daughter Anna Gray, who is about to take the SAT, and Bennett, who suffers from cervical spondylosis, not to mention Bennett’s elderly parents who also need care. One thing after another is overwhelming me, yet Aurora is still insisting on going abroad to celebrate Cora’s birthday. I couldn’t take it anymore and had a big fight with her. As a result, Aurora was so upset that she had a cerebral hemorrhage. She lay in the hospital bed, calling out Cora’s name. Staring at me with wide eyes, she regretfully said, “In this life, I shouldn’t have chosen an incompetent daughter like you to take care of me in my old age.” I was so heartbroken that I fainted. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back ten years. It was the very day Micah and Aurora were assigning caregiving responsibilities. This time, Aurora quickly said, “I want Cora to take care of me in my old age. It’s my turn to enjoy life now.” Hearing her words, I immediately realized that Aurora had also been reborn. She resented me for not giving her a good life in the past, so she was eager to choose the better-off Cora. But she forgot one thing. In the past life, it wasn’t that she didn’t choose Cora; it was Cora who didn’t want to choose her. Aurora spent her whole life as a housewife, but no one helped her pay for her pension. Previously, I suggested that Cora and I contribute together to her pension, but Cora firmly refused. Cora said, “We’re both her daughters. With us taking care of her in old age, do you think we’d treat her poorly?” Besides, Cora married Chris, a wealthy foreign businessman, and doesn’t lack money at all. But compared to the noisy Aurora, Cora preferred taking care of Micah, who had been a middle school teacher all her life. At least taking Micah out wouldn’t embarrass her. Sure enough, Cora showed a hint of embarrassment. She said coyly, “Mom, I want to take care of you too. But your health doesn’t allow you to fly. You’d better stay in the U.S. with Stella.” Stella Wright is my name. After a pause, she added, “When we have time, we’ll definitely come back to see you.” Cora looked at me and said, “Right, Stella? Mom can still help you take care of Anna here.” I sneered inwardly and didn’t respond to her words. In my past life, Aurora claimed she would help me take care of Anna, but in reality, she spent every night video chatting and watching TV with Cora, and slept all day long. All the tasks of picking up and dropping off Anna were handled by Bennett’s mother. One rainy day, Bennett’s mother broke her leg, and both Bennett and I were working out of town. I begged Aurora to pick up Anna just once, but she complained about the distance and being tired, leaving Anna to wait at school until dark. In the end, it was the school security guard who couldn’t stand it and took Anna home. Seeing me stay silent, Aurora gave me a cold glance. “I’m already in my fifties or sixties; I should be enjoying life. She should take good care of Anna and not trouble others.” “We’ve decided then. Next month, I’ll go abroad with you, and your dad will stay at Stella’s house.”

Micah had no objections to this arrangement. He didn’t want to go abroad anyway. Since he knew no one there, he felt there wouldn’t even be anyone to talk to. In his previous life, Micah wanted to return to the U.S. after going abroad. However, Cora wouldn’t let him. Cora and Chris had three kids. They dumped all the kids on Micah to take care of while they lived carefree lives. Luckily, Micah was a teacher by profession. He disciplined the kids just like his students. But he aged faster day by day. However, Aurora always envied Micah, saying he was clearly happy but didn’t realize it. She also praised Cora and Chris, saying if she were abroad, she would live comfortably. Aurora would call Cora every time on purpose in front of me and say those mocking words. She just thinks I married an ordinary man, not as well or as comfortably as Cora. Seeing no room for negotiation, Cora simply made a request. “Mom, you can come abroad with us, but the cost of living is high there, and you don’t have a pension. Why don’t you just sell the house and then come with us?” Our family has two old houses. In the past life, they sold these two houses for just over a million dollars. At that time, Aurora gave all the money from selling the house to Micah, letting him take it, because she felt sorry for Cora’s high expenses abroad. This time, I spoke up first, “You can sell the house, but only one. My dad still needs to live in this one.” After what happened in the past life, I will never live in the same house with them again. Before Cora could speak, Aurora immediately objected, “Why? Your dad should live in your house. Otherwise, how is this considered taking care of your dad in his old age?” I suppressed my anger and explained, “You know. Our house is so small, Micah would feel uncomfortable coming over.” Aurora sneered and said, “Who told you to marry someone without money? If you had married a rich man like Cora, you’d be living in a big villa by now.” Her disdainful gaze pierced me once again. I thought, “Sure enough, when you’re broke, the first people to look down on you are your parents.” Aurora only started treating us differently after Cora and I married different people. Cora can do no wrong. If she wants to eat expensive cherries, she can eat them whenever she wants. But if I occasionally buy some for Anna, I’m told it’s too extravagant. Immediately, Cora said, “Stella, don’t go too far! Dad has his pension, so you don’t need to worry. These two houses should be considered my compensation, right?” Aurora immediately chimed in, “Exactly. These houses are our property. We can give them to whoever we want. Stella, we’re not dead yet, and you’re already thinking of letting Bennett take over our family’s assets?” I thought, “Take over our family’s assets? What is there in our family for him to take over?” On the contrary, whenever Bennett has some money, he buys them gifts. I sneered and said, “If you’re unwilling, you can take Mom and Dad with you, and I’ll give you all the houses. I have no objections.” After saying that, I stood up to leave. Aurora shouted angrily behind me, “What kind of attitude is that? Whether we give you the house or not, we are still your parents. You should take care of us in our old age.” Hearing the argument, Bennett quickly came out of the room carrying a fruit platter. He wiped his hands with his apron and smiled ingratiatingly, “Micah, Aurora, don’t be angry. I know Chris is capable. But as for taking care of you in old age, our family will definitely handle it.” Seeing Bennett bending over with a smile, I felt very uncomfortable. In my past life, Bennett even gave up our master bedroom. The three of us squeezed into a small room, yet he never complained. Anna didn’t even have space for a desk and had to bend over the coffee table every day to do her homework. In this life, I won’t let them suffer such grievances again. But Aurora didn’t even glance at Bennett, just snorted coldly and said, “If you had the ability to go abroad, would we have been separated?” Bennett stood helplessly on the side, while Chris sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking particularly relaxed. He kept asking Cora in French when they could leave. He was still waiting to go back to the hotel for a massage. Chris’s impatience was almost impossible to hide. But Aurora kept handing Chris fruit. “Chris, eat more cherries. You’re busy with work and need to relax.” Chris tossed the fruit aside and stood up. Cora quickly said, “Mom, if you want to go abroad with me, you must bring at least one million dollars. Otherwise, I can’t even help you with the paperwork.” I also stood up and said to Micah, “Dad, if you want to live with me, you can’t give me nothing. Those two houses, Cora and I should each get one.” Aurora glared at me fiercely, seemingly unable to understand why I suddenly became so stubborn. She was determined to go abroad with Cora, so she stood up straight away and rushed into the kitchen to grab a knife. Aurora held the knife to her neck and shouted, “Stella, if you don’t agree to let me sell the two houses, I’ll die. I want everyone to know you’re an unfilial daughter.”

Everyone was startled by Aurora’s actions. Cora covered her mouth and screamed, while Chris widened his eyes and cursed in French. Micah clutched his chest and sighed, “What’s going on? How did our family end up like this?” “Stella, you know your mom’s temper. Just listen to her.” Cora said fearfully, “Stella, it’s just a house, isn’t it? They were originally Mom and Dad’s. Why are you forcing Mom?” I was shaking with anger, while Aurora looked at me smugly, as if showing off. She flaunted her “rights” as a mother. No matter what, she is still my mom. Suddenly, I felt warmth on the back of my hand. It turned out Bennett was holding my hand. He looked at me sincerely and said, “Honey, let’s not take that house. Don’t argue with Aurora. I agree to take care of Micah and let Micah live with us.” Tears were about to fall from my eyes. I sniffled, then nodded and said, “I can give up the house, but I want to sign a guarantee with Cora.” “From today on, you’ll only be responsible for taking care of Mom, and I’ll only be responsible for taking care of Dad. No matter what happens, we can’t go back on this.” Before Cora could speak, Aurora immediately agreed. She said, “Fine. If you stop upsetting me, I’m sure I can live to a hundred.” For the sake of that one million dollars, Cora said nothing more. I hid the coldness in my eyes, recalling the call Cora made when Aurora was hospitalized in her previous life. It was a call to borrow money. Actually, Cora’s life abroad wasn’t as luxurious as we imagined; she had to fight with a third party every day. Later, Cora realized she was also one of the mistresses. Chris already had a wife and had frozen Cora’s bank card. Cora completely broke down and wanted to borrow money from me to return home. I hadn’t had the chance to lend her the money before I was reborn. I want to see how long they can last this time with Aurora going abroad with her. After selling the house, Aurora told everyone she was going abroad with Cora to enjoy life. Neighbors and relatives all envied her, praising her for having a capable daughter. As for me, they all sighed and said, “Stella was sensible since childhood. But when she grew up, she didn’t marry as well as the mischievous Cora.” Hearing these words, I ignored them. I rented the house next door and let Micah move in. After learning about this, Aurora was furious and kept telling others that I was unfilial for not letting Micah live with me. But in fact, Micah felt quite relaxed. He had a room to himself and didn’t have to feel restricted. On the day Aurora and Cora went abroad, Micah and I went to the airport to see them off. At the airport, Aurora dressed like a wealthy lady, not even glancing at me, her eyes filled with longing for a luxurious life abroad. Micah wiped his tears and said, “When you’re abroad, call me often. If we have time, we’ll come visit you there.” Aurora mockingly said, “Then you’d better have Stella earn more money. Otherwise, she won’t even afford the plane ticket.” She still resents me for not letting her go abroad to find Cora in our past life. I lowered my head and said nothing. In this life, she can be with Cora forever. Micah felt very awkward and whispered, “Stella is great. Whether rich or not, she’s still our daughter.” My nose stung sharply. After Micah went abroad in our past life, I never saw him again. I don’t know if he lived well in our past life or if he regretted his decision like Aurora did. Micah is honest and gentle, but in truth, he’s just timid. Aurora makes all the decisions at home. Even if Micah wanted to help me, he wouldn’t dare go against Aurora. Cora urged by the security checkpoint, “Mom, let’s go. If we want to come back later, we can.” Aurora nodded happily, then said to me, “Look at Cora. Having money is great; you can go wherever you want.” I let out a cold laugh and thought, “Really? Then why didn’t she come back to see you often in her past life?” I forced a smile, then waved and said, “Mom, I hope you truly have a good life abroad.”

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The night I, Joyce Sterling, returned from a business trip, my regular pharmacy called, saying my membership card failed to deduct payment during an afternoon purchase and needed a top-up. I looked at my husband, Ian Blackwood, who was focused on making dinner in the kitchen, and asked him what he bought. He smiled, took a box of supplements out of the bag, and said, “I’ve been staying up late working overtime these days. My heart’s been feeling a bit off, so I got something for it.” Seeing my expressionless face, he helplessly pulled out another card. He said, “I know you’re a money lover. I accidentally used your membership card. How about I compensate you tenfold?” I didn’t take the card like I used to. Instead, I quietly looked at him and said, “Let’s get a divorce.” ***** A trace of astonishment flashed across Ian’s face. Then he took my hand, smiled helplessly, and said, “What’s wrong? Is this a punishment for losing a game with friends?” “I’m not stopping you from hanging out with them, but such an inappropriate joke really hurts me.” Meeting his pitiful and aggrieved gaze, I pulled my hand away. “I’m not playing games, I’m serious.” His gentle expression cracked slightly, and he frowned. “Serious? Why exactly? Is it because I didn’t pick you up at the airport, so that good friend of yours told you I had a change of heart again?” “Or is it because I’ve been too busy these days and didn’t video call you to say goodnight? Didn’t I explain already? Stop it, I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” As he spoke, he rested his head on my neck, rubbing back and forth. The warm breath brushed against my skin, stirring a ripple of ambiguity. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. “I said divorce, don’t you understand?” The romantic atmosphere was shattered, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. But he quickly suppressed his emotions, his tone turning conciliatory. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t possibly want a divorce just because I used your membership card, right?” I remained expressionless. “Yes, it’s because of this membership card that I want a divorce. Is there a problem? Every cent you spend of mine disgusts me.” He stared at me in disbelief. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Over money? You didn’t even care to ask why I bought supplements when you got back, and I didn’t blame you.” “Besides, I already offered ten times the compensation, but you refused! And now you…” I didn’t want to hear his excuses anymore, so I turned around and went back to the room to pack my things. I said, “Stop talking. Tomorrow, see you in court.” He caught up, but his hand got caught by the force of me slamming the door. “Joyce!” he growled in pain, “Explain clearly, why? Why do you want a divorce?” Facing his swollen, tear-filled eyes from the pain, I slammed the door shut without hesitation. I said, “There’s nothing to talk about. Just show up on time.” After a long while, a dull banging on the door came from outside. He shouted, “I don’t agree to the divorce! Don’t even think about it!” Footsteps faded away, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door slamming. After he left, I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and called my lawyer friend. “Help me draft a divorce agreement. The car and house go to me, and the assets are split equally.” Ian didn’t come home all night, but I had a good sleep. The next day at work, I received a message from Ian’s parents, Alistair and Victoria Blackwood, asking me to join them for dinner after work. Every time we argued before, when Ian couldn’t win, he’d sulkily go back to stay at his parents’ house. Then his parents would cook a table full of delicious dishes, invite me over for dinner, and mediate our conflicts. This method worked well; every time after eating, we’d make up. But this time is different; I’ve made up my mind to divorce. So when they asked when we were planning to have a child, I didn’t lower my head shyly as usual but pushed away the dish Ian handed me. I calmly said, “Having a child might not go as you wish; we’re planning to divorce.”

Victoria looked at me in shock. “Divorce is no joke. What did Ian do wrong? Tell me, and we’ll teach him a lesson for you.” I frowned and put down my fork. “Nothing, we just don’t like each other anymore and don’t want to waste time. Don’t try to persuade me, I’m determined to divorce. I can’t take it for another minute.” Ian’s throat tightened, and his eyes instantly turned red. “What did I do wrong? Tell me. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me anymore. Whatever you say, I’ll change! If you don’t want me to spend your money, I won’t touch a single cent from now on, okay?” Alistair and Victoria’s faces instantly darkened at the mention of money. Ian’s elder brother’s wife, Celia Blackwood, immediately stood up, grabbed my wrist, and led me to the room. As she walked, she said, “Everyone, don’t get upset. Some things are hard to say in front of everyone. I’ll take Joyce to have a chat and talk some sense into her.” After entering her bedroom, she locked the door behind her, turned around, and looked at me with a face full of concern. She said, “What’s going on? Is there something you can’t tell me? I know you’re not someone who acts recklessly; you must be facing some difficulties.” Celia and I usually have a fairly good relationship. Ian’s eldest brother, Aaron Blackwood, passed away years ago. Celia has remained unmarried since and has been living with Alistair and Victoria over the years. Thinking she might feel lonely, I often invited her to travel, shop, and do beauty treatments together, just to cheer her up. At this moment, I was hesitating whether to tell her the truth, but my eyes accidentally caught a lifelike toy standing on a chair by the balcony. It still had an unused condom on it, with traces of bodily fluids remaining. Noticing my gaze, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly stuffed the toy into the bedside cabinet. Perhaps she was too flustered, causing the clutter in the cabinet to topple over. An opened box of condoms rolled out and quietly stopped at my feet. She hurriedly picked it up. “Please don’t misunderstand me. You know, Aaron passed away too soon, and all these years, I haven’t been able to let him go. Though I’m a widow, I still have physical needs.” “I just bought some better-quality condoms to avoid infections. Please don’t tell them, I don’t want them to think I’m improper.” I looked at her shy yet honest face, unable to say a word. After a while, I finally squeezed out a sentence. “Got it, let’s go out.” She grabbed my hand and hurriedly asked, “Wait, you haven’t explained it to me yet. Why do you have to get a divorce? Is there something that can’t be resolved?” I glanced at her and said, “It’s nothing, I just don’t love him anymore.” Outside the door came the cries of Alistair and Victoria. “How did Ian marry such a greedy woman like you? You’re divorcing just for some medicine money?” “All these years, we haven’t treated you badly. You said career comes first, and for five years of marriage, you didn’t have kids. We never said anything about it!” “You go on business trips for half a month at a time, and Ian takes care of everything at home and both sets of parents. When has he ever complained? When has he ever frowned?” “His salary and bonuses are handed over to you every month. It’s one thing not to care about his health, but now you want a divorce over medical expenses? How can there be such a heartless woman like you in this world!” Ian couldn’t hold back his tears either. He pressed his lips together and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, my love. Is it because the heart supplements I bought are expensive, and you’re worried about my health dragging you down in the future, that you’re divorcing me?” “Please don’t do this. I promise to take good care of my health and work hard to earn money. I won’t be a burden to you. I’m begging you, please don’t divorce me, okay?” He tightly grasped my hand, his forehead pressed against the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Celia was shocked upon hearing this. “Joyce, you’re divorcing him because of this? He’s your husband! Not caring about his health is one thing, but now you even see him as a burden.”

She looked at me disappointedly. “How expensive can a heart supplement be? You’re a married couple, with most of your lives still ahead together. How did you become so petty?” Looking at their grief-stricken and shocked expressions, I sneered and said, “Family? You’re the family. What does it have to do with me? I’m just an outsider!” “Don’t go, Joyce, please don’t go!” Ian suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging forward and grabbing my leg tightly. “Is it because I haven’t cared enough about you that you want a divorce? I’ll change! From now on, I’ll put you first. Please don’t leave me. I really can’t live without you.” Alistair and Victoria, seeing this, clutched their chests in anguish. I kicked Ian away without hesitation. “Instead of begging me, you’d better take your parents to the hospital quickly before you anger them to death.” I no longer looked at their pale faces and turned to leave. Before stepping out, I grabbed the supplements I originally brought for them and, along with the trash bag by the door, tossed them into the garbage bin. Just as I walked out of the community gate, I received a call from my friend. She said, “The agreement is ready. When can you come to pick it up?” “I really don’t understand. You two have been fine all these years, so why suddenly get a divorce?” I tiredly rubbed my temples and spoke softly, “No particular reason, it’s just too exhausting living with their family. I want to be free.” My friend stayed silent for a moment and eventually said nothing more. I immediately went to her place to retrieve the divorce agreement and signed my name without hesitation. In the evening, I went home and quickly packed up my belongings. I just waited for him to come back, sign the papers, and then I would leave for good. But I waited until past nine at night, and he still hadn’t replied to my messages. Helpless, I dialed his number, wanting to have a proper talk about this matter. But just as I took out my phone, I received a call from Ian’s colleague. The voice on the other end was chaotic and hurried. “Joyce, come quickly to see Ian. He’s been out of it all afternoon, looking pale, and he just fainted after work.” “The doctor said he was shocked, his heart’s in trouble, and he’s being resuscitated right now. Come quickly!” I immediately drove to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, a crowd of people was gathered around the bedside. Apart from Alistair, Victoria, and Celia, there were also a group of Ian’s colleagues I had seen before but wasn’t familiar with gathered around the bed. Finally, I saw my parents, Barrett and Lucia Sterling, glaring at me with anger. Before I could speak, Barrett slapped me so hard that I hit the door, my ears ringing. Ian on the bed struggled to sit up, his voice trembling. “Talk it out, don’t hit her.” Barrett’s eyes reddened. “Look at him, you’ve upset him this much, and he’s still defending you!” “He treats you so well, why are you filing for divorce for no reason? Just for that bit of money? Are you going to cling to petty gains endlessly?” “I think you’ve had it too easy all these years, that’s why you’re so arrogant!” Even Lucia, who has always loved me the most, looked at me with disappointment. “This time, you’ve really gone too far.” Barrett snorted coldly, pointed at me, and ordered, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Alistair and Victoria! You upset them so much yesterday, and today you still dare to cause trouble at the hospital?” I swallowed my grievances and met their angry gazes. “This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Please stay out of it.” After speaking, I walked straight to the doctor, borrowed a pen, and handed the already signed divorce agreement to Ian. I said, “I came here today for one purpose only, and that is to get a divorce.” Those who thought I would change my mind after being scolded by my parents all looked at me in astonishment.

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My name is Liana Sallow. The poor student I sponsor, Clara Silva, is what you’d call a scatterbrained girl. The day before the swimming competition, I repeatedly told her not to touch my stuff. But she still secretly put stimulants in my water bottle. I was reported for cheating, my results were voided, I was banned for life, and the school expelled me. Facing the questioning, she cried and explained, “Liana, I just wanted you to win first place. I really didn’t think it would turn out like this.” My boyfriend Luke Moore hugged her to comfort her, then yelled at me, “She meant well, why make things hard for a young girl?” I broke down and went home, shutting myself in all day. Clara claimed she felt sorry for me and came with Luke, bringing wine to apologize. After ten shots of strong liquor, my head was pounding, so I asked her to buy me some hangover medicine. She ended up giving me painkillers as hangover medicine, which caused gastrointestinal bleeding and led to my death. In the hospital, she cried her heart out. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m so stupid, I can’t even tell the difference between hangover medicine and painkillers.” Facing police questioning, Luke gave false testimony for her, accusing me of committing suicide by drinking and taking medicine because I couldn’t handle the psychological pressure after cheating in the competition. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the competition. ***** “Liana, I specially bought this cola for you. Drinking it before the competition tomorrow can boost your energy.” A familiar voice rang out, and I trembled all over. Looking at the familiar training base around me, I immediately realized—I was reborn. Before I could react, Clara had already stuffed the cola into my hand. Luke looked at Clara with a doting expression and said, “Clara is so thoughtful. Liana, you’re really lucky to have such a good friend like her.” I almost burst out laughing. Anyone with basic common sense knows that caffeinated drinks like cola and coffee are prohibited in sports competitions. In my previous life, I politely declined her kindness. To be safe, I specifically emphasized not to touch certain things. But the next day, during the competition, someone accused me of cheating, and stimulants were found in my body and water bottle. As a result, our entire team’s results were voided, I was permanently banned from competing, and the school directly expelled me. Later, I found out it was Clara who put stimulants in my water. I went to confront her. She burst into tears and threw herself into Luke’s arms, saying pitifully, “Liana, I really just wanted you to win first place. I didn’t expect this to happen.” Luke held her and comforted her, then yelled at me, “She meant well, why are you making things hard for a young girl?” I developed depression, and Luke and Clara came with strong liquor to apologize to me. They forced me to drink ten shots of strong liquor, insisting I drown my sorrows. Feeling awful with a splitting headache, I asked Clara to buy me some hangover medicine. She ended up giving me painkillers instead of hangover medicine, forcing me to take them, which led to gastrointestinal bleeding and my death. In the hospital, she cried her heart out. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’m so stupid, I couldn’t even tell the difference between hangover medicine and painkillers.” Facing the police’s questioning, Luke gave false testimony for her, accusing me of committing suicide with alcohol and pills because I couldn’t handle the pressure after cheating in a competition. Thinking of the pain from my past life, I clenched my fists in anger. I immediately tossed the cola into the trash can. Clara froze, her eyes instantly reddening. “Liana, do you not like cola? I’m sorry, my family is really poor. This can of soda is something I saved up for half a month to afford; it’s already the best I can give you.”

Luke, seeing Clara’s tearful face, immediately felt heartbroken and angrily scolded me, “Liana, what are you doing? Even if you come from a privileged background and look down on us ordinary people, this is Clara’s heartfelt gesture! How could you throw the drink away right in front of her?” The rest of the team also spoke up, their tones filled with dissatisfaction. “Liana, you went too far. Even if you didn’t want the drink, you shouldn’t have just thrown it away, right? That’s just too insulting.” “This is a school, not your home. Clara is not your servant.” Clara looked at me with tears in her eyes. “It’s all my fault, don’t blame Liana.” I coldly glanced at the people protecting her, my tone icy. “Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that caffeinated drinks are strictly prohibited in sports competitions. Clara, do you truly not know, or are you pretending not to?” She immediately said pitifully, “I’m sorry, it’s all because I’m so stupid, I even messed up buying a drink.” Luke patted her shoulder and said gently, “Don’t cry, your makeup will smudge.” He then turned to me, frowning. “Liana, is it necessary to be so petty? Clara meant well, she’s not very sharp to begin with, do you have to be so aggressive?” I rolled my eyes and raised my hand to slap him. “Good intentions? Her good intentions could ruin my competition, and I can’t afford that.” Luke’s eyes widened sharply. “Liana! Are you crazy? How dare you hit me!” I sneered, “I’m hitting fools like you.” Clara cried as she stood in front of Luke. “Liana, it’s all my fault. Blame me for being so stupid and messing up even small things. If you want to hit someone, hit me, don’t blame Luke!” I let out a laugh and immediately slapped Clara across the face. “Good that you know you’re stupid. If you want to get hit, I’ll oblige.” Seeing me lay hands on Clara, Luke instantly got furious and shoved me hard. I was pushed to the ground. My arm hit the steps, instantly bruising. I grimaced in pain. The others glanced at my injured arm, frowned, and scolded Luke, “How could you hit Liana? What if she’s hurt and can’t compete in tomorrow’s match?” Luke just stared at me coldly. “It was clearly Liana who hit Clara and me first.” I let out a cold laugh and said, “One wants to sabotage me with cheating to ruin our match, and the other, my boyfriend, defends the one harming me. Hitting you both is only fair.” Luke immediately got anxious. “What nonsense are you talking about?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore and simply said, “From today on, we’re done. I wish you and Clara a lifetime together.” Luke widened his eyes, staring at me in disbelief. “You want to break up with me? Don’t regret it.” I let out a cold laugh, grabbed my backpack, and turned to leave. The next day, I arrived at the competition venue. Our team’s match was the tenth one. We were warming up on the side when Clara came over with a water cup for us. She said, “I filled everyone’s water cups.” The others took the water and thanked Clara one after another. Clara looked at me and asked with a smile, “Liana, I couldn’t find your water cup. Where is it? I’ll get water for you.” In my past life, Clara used the excuse of getting water for me to secretly put stimulants in my cup.

I calmly refused, saying, “No need.” Clara’s eyes turned red again. “Liana, you’re still upset about yesterday, aren’t you?” Luke strode over, pulled Clara into his arms, and comforted her, “Don’t worry, Clara, it’s not your fault. You were just trying to help, but Liana didn’t appreciate it. The water you got is really sweet, and we’ll definitely win the championship.” Clara smiled shyly. “I believe in you all, keep it up!” Right before going on stage, I took out my water bottle, ready to take a sip, but I suddenly noticed white powder on the rim. My hand trembled slightly. Despite all my precautions, I still failed to guard against it. If I had just drunk it earlier, wouldn’t I be repeating the tragedy of my past life? I looked up and saw Clara staring at me intently. She said, “Liana, hurry up and drink some water, it’s almost time to go on stage.” I immediately capped the water bottle. “I won’t drink it. I’m going to the restroom, you guys go ahead.” After arriving at the restroom, I suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, as if something was about to happen. Half an hour later, the competition began. As expected, our team won first place, and everyone on the team received 20 extra points for the graduate exam. Everyone cheered and hugged each other. “We did it! I knew we could.” Just as everyone was excited, two staff members suddenly walked over. One of them asked, “Excuse me, who is Liana?” Everyone’s eyes turned to me. I stepped forward and said, “That’s me. What’s wrong?” He glanced at me and said, “Someone reported you for using banned substances before the competition. Please cooperate with us for a drug test and investigation.” I frowned and followed the staff out. At this moment, the others nervously looked at me. “Liana, you didn’t use that stuff, right? This concerns the entire team’s performance.” I nodded. “I haven’t touched any banned substances.” The others all breathed a sigh of relief. I followed the staff for the test. An hour later, the test results came out. The staff silently handed the report to the organizers. The organizer angrily said, “Liana Sallow, a member of the first-place team, tested positive for banned substances, which is considered a serious act of cheating. Effective immediately, all results of the team are nullified, and Liana is permanently banned from competition.” I was shocked. I clearly didn’t drink water, so how could there be stimulants? Hearing the organizer’s words, everyone turned to look at me. Luke, furious, slapped me across the face. “Liana, you actually took stimulants. Do you know that because of you, all our efforts are ruined?” The others surrounded me, questioning, “How could you take stimulants? We trained hard for a year for this competition, and now everything is ruined because of you.” The audience in the stands was furious, with curses echoing nonstop. “If you can’t compete, don’t. Taking stimulants is disgusting.” “People like this really disgrace the school!” “You don’t deserve to be in our school. I’m going to complain to the school leaders to expel someone like you, so you don’t ruin the school’s reputation.” People in the stands, furious, started throwing things at me. I clenched my fists and looked at the organizers. “I don’t accept this punishment.” Clara stepped forward and urged, “Liana, stop being stubborn. If you admit your mistake now, I and everyone else will plead for you.” I let out a cold laugh. “I didn’t break any rules, so why should I admit fault?” Luke pointed at me and cursed, “The medical report is right here, and you’re still denying it. You cheated and won’t admit it. You’ve completely disgraced our team!” The organizer looked at me. “Why won’t you admit it?” I smiled slightly and said, “Because I didn’t even compete.”

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I, Jenna Reed, was once again seriously injured by Alexander Hayes. This time, a reporter, Zack Hoffman, approached me. “Is your husband Alexander Hayes, who became famous ten years ago for saving you during an earthquake but ended up paralyzed?” I stayed silent and gently nodded. He said, “We’re from the TV station, and we’re doing a follow-up program on the earthquake.” I quietly rubbed the bruises on my arm and looked him straight in the eye. “Alright, but could you film discreetly? My husband isn’t very comfortable in front of the camera.” But unexpectedly, on the first day of the live broadcast, I was slammed into trending searches. When I got home, Alexander was still in the room. I carefully set up the hidden camera. “You’re back?” His voice came from the room. My heart tightened, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back. He asked, “Why are you back so early? No work today?” He smiled and waved at me. I stiffly moved over and sat down beside him. The camera quietly started, and the live stream began across the internet. The comments started rolling in one by one. [Is this the hero who willingly sacrificed his legs to save his girlfriend back then?] [He’s really so handsome, both passionate and charming. This is what we should be watching!] [But his wife seems strange, her eyes keep avoiding him, like she’s reluctant to touch him?] Alexander reached out and brushed through my hair. I tried to stay calm, but I trembled with every touch of his. Especially when I saw his legs under the blanket, I instinctively looked away. Just a few days ago, he used that leg to crack my rib. [I get it! She actually despises her husband for being disabled. Look, she doesn’t even dare to look at his legs!] [Unbelievable. If it weren’t for her, Alexander wouldn’t be paralyzed, and now she’s disgusted by him.] The day of the earthquake, I was going to break up with Alexander. When we were together, his possessiveness suffocated me. Until I discovered that the stray cat I had been feeding for four years in college was poisoned to death by him. At that moment, fear, anger, and heartbreak overwhelmed me. He’s terrifying! “Jenna, I was wrong. Let’s not break up, okay?” He gripped my wrist tightly. “I just love you too much. You always put so much attention on that cat, and I was already jealous. Then you said you wanted to take the cat with you after graduation, and I couldn’t accept it.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. Just as I was about to leave the classroom, I suddenly felt a tremor. It’s an earthquake! The classroom is on the first floor. Running outside leads to the open playground! When I was about to run out, he grabbed me forcefully. “Jenna, if you want to break up with me, I don’t want to live either.” “Let’s die together.” I watched helplessly as the beam above came crashing down. I don’t know how long I was unconscious under the rubble. When the rescuers carried me out, countless cameras were pointed at me.

Alexander held me, overjoyed. “Thank goodness, Jenna, you’re finally awake.” “If you couldn’t survive, I wouldn’t either.” “I don’t care if my legs are crippled, as long as I can save you, nothing else matters.” In the face of natural disasters and human tragedies, human nature is often selfish. But Alexander broke his legs for me, and countless media praised his selfless true love. Later, to inspire people and showcase love and compassion in the world, Alexander was even chosen as one of that year’s “Citizen Honor Award” recipients. Everyone is waiting for news of our wedding. The media reports daily, hoping for our wedding. The public longs to witness our wedding and even more to see how I devote myself and spend my life repaying Alexander’s great love. Even my parents said that if I betray Alexander, they will cut ties with me. I married Alexander under everyone’s expectations. But three months after the wedding, he tore off his mask. The downstairs neighbor brought fresh fish he caught, and Alexander poured the scalding fish soup directly over my head. I just said “thank you” to the delivery guy, and he grabbed an ashtray and smashed it at my temple. The first time, he said he felt insecure, that seeing others give me things made him uncomfortable. The second time, he said he saw me talking to another man and was just too afraid of losing me. But I know well that domestic violence happens either zero times or countless times. So I filed for divorce. Many people advised me not to divorce. The doctor examining my injuries just glanced perfunctorily and said this didn’t even count as minor injuries. I went to the court to file for divorce, but the staff kept saying various machines were broken. My parents stood in front of the media, crying their hearts out. “It’s our fault for not raising our daughter well. We will never let her divorce. Alex is our pride!” Because of Alexander’s heroic deeds, my father Helen Reed is highly respected at the company. My younger brother Lucas Reed also found a girlfriend from a good family background. In three years, I brought up divorce countless times, but it never succeeded. He finally believed that I would never leave him again. When he beat me so badly I couldn’t stand again, I crawled outside for help. But a tall dark shadow fell behind me. I turned my head and saw Alexander holding a wheelchair, letting out a sinister laugh. “Honey, where are you going?” That time, I spent half a month recovering. I also learned the whole truth. Alexander had been pretending all along. He said he did it because he loved me and was afraid I would break up with him. His act of saving his wife back then had deeply touched people’s hearts. Nowadays, even if I go out and tell everyone that Alexander is not paralyzed at all, no one would believe me. Today, I originally bought a pack of poison. Since I can’t get a divorce, I’ll die with him. But now, the opportunity has come. I unintentionally glanced at the hidden camera in the corner of the wall. I heard it’s being live-streamed across the internet right now. As long as Alexander stands up in front of so many people online, I can get a divorce.

It’s very easy to provoke Alexander. If the temperature of a glass of water is wrong, he’ll throw the cup at my face. I deliberately got a cup of boiling water, steam rising from it. I said, “Honey, have some water.” I know there are cameras filming, but every time I face him, I can’t help trembling. Alexander said, “Thank you.” Faced with such an obviously scalding cup of boiling water, he showed no anger but smiled and took it. I didn’t hand it to him. Instead, I bit my lip, pretended it was an accident, and poured the entire cup of boiling water onto his legs. This way, he would surely lose control and angrily stand up, right? I closed my eyes. Just thinking about the scene ahead, my body still reflexively trembles. But my heart was already filled with immense joy. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. After a long time, I didn’t feel the fists I remembered landing on me. I opened my eyes. Alexander didn’t move. He still sat upright in the wheelchair. He not only didn’t get angry but showed a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch it well and accidentally spilled the water.” “Did your hand get burned?” “That glass of water just now looked pretty hot to me.” He affectionately grabbed my hand and carefully checked it. His gentle demeanor overlapped with the ruthlessness in my memory. Last time, I just poured a glass of water that didn’t meet his specified temperature, and he punched me in the eye. My left eye couldn’t see clearly for a week. I froze in place. On the other side, the comments were scrolling rapidly. [Does this count as abuse? That water was hot enough to cook meat!] [Even if he can’t feel his lower body, he shouldn’t bully others on purpose, right?] [She must have been taking care of him for too long, lost her patience, and took it out on him.] [If that’s the case, they shouldn’t have gotten married back then. She wanted a good reputation, and now she’s abusing him.] I wonder, “Why is Alexander acting so strangely today?” Could it be that he already knows about the interview and is deliberately disguising himself?” I immediately dismissed that thought. Today, Zack said he wouldn’t announce our meeting online in advance. So Alexander wouldn’t know. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I said hoarsely, “I’ll go pour another cup.” It’s okay, I still have a chance. Alexander is irritable and short-tempered. It’s too easy to provoke him. I kept comforting myself in my heart. I deliberately mopped and waxed the floor as he passed by, hoping he’d lose control and fall. While he was in the bathroom, I took away the toilet paper and pretended not to hear when he called out. I even went out of my way to visit the downstairs neighbor and gave them some of my freshly made snacks. But no matter what I did, Alexander kept smiling. I was so anxious, and this restless feeling peaked during dinner. So, I decided to take a gamble. Alexander has always been allergic to pineapple. So I specially made pineapple fried rice. After eating pineapple, he broke out in a rash and had trouble breathing. I was scared he might actually die, and the police would accuse me of murder, so I quickly gave him allergy medicine. [From the scalding hot water to the allergy-inducing meal at night, no one would believe she’s innocent. Suggest the police investigate thoroughly.] [Alexander really loves her so much. What more could she possibly want?] [She must be cheating. Who would voluntarily bring snacks to a neighbor? Alexander must not satisfy her, so she’s going out to hook up with other men!] [Luckily, this time it was covert filming, so we could see the truth.] After dinner, I washed the dishes in the kitchen, replaying today’s events in my mind countless times. Suddenly, a tall shadow appeared behind me. My body was suddenly pulled up. I struggled desperately until I dragged Alexander to a spot clearly captured by the camera. Watching his falling fist, I felt pain but also joy. He was finally exposed.

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I have a good friend, Elena Cooper, who insists on being against marriage. However, when she accompanied me to undergo IVF, she snatched the sperm I had chosen. Seeing this, I knew she had been reborn too. In my past life, I wanted to have a mixed-race baby, so I went for IVF. At that time, Elena mocked me, saying I was raising a child for a foreigner and called me an idiot. But half a month later, I was taken abroad. It turned out the sperm I chose belonged to Andrew Miller, a foreign prince with eight nationalities mixed. Andrew not only wanted to marry me but also promised our child would inherit the royal family. Later, my child and I were highly valued by the royal family, and the jewelry I wore was so much it almost bent my waist. Meanwhile, Elena, due to excessively promoting feminism, angered her partners, got fired by the company, and was blacklisted in the entire industry. When we were hosting a first birthday party for my son, Elena spent all her savings on a ticket to come find me. But when I went to greet her, she actually dropped my son to his death and splashed concentrated sulfuric acid on me. She cursed, “Why are you so lucky? You don’t deserve it, you bitch!” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I asked Elena to accompany me for IVF. ***** Elena said, “I really want to have a mixed-race baby, so I want this mixed-race sperm.” She always claimed to be against marriage and said having kids was a waste of life. But now, she pushed me away, not letting me get close to the iPad displaying the sperm information. Seeing Elena’s excited expression, I knew she had been reborn too. Seeing me staring at the iPad in her hand without speaking, Elena rolled her eyes impatiently. She said, “It’s just a mixed-race sperm. There are other sperm here too. As a good friend, why are you so petty?” “You don’t even know the information about this sperm donor. I’m helping you eliminate risks.” If Elena could control her smile, her words might be a bit more believable. But her eyes were full of excitement, unable to hide her smile. I shook my head, then suddenly, as if I had figured it out, said, “Elena, I think you’re right. Having kids is a waste of life. So, I’m not planning to have any.” Hearing my words, Elena looked at me in confusion. “Really? But didn’t you insist on having a child before because you knew who the owner of this sperm was?” Elena thought I wanted to have a child because I knew the identity of the sperm donor, but she didn’t know I was just trying to complete the task my mom assigned me. I had no idea that sperm belonged to Andrew. As if discovering a secret, Elena’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red with excitement. Hearing me say I wouldn’t proceed with the IVF, the staff looked a bit shocked. She reminded me, “Ms. Sanchez, you already paid a $30,000 deposit when booking your slot. If you want to book again, it’ll cost $100,000. Are you sure you don’t want to go through with it?” I quickly shook my head and firmly said, “I’m sure.” Hearing me say that, Elena immediately told the staff to bring the contract quickly. As for the part about explaining IVF precautions and risk notifications, she skipped it entirely. Elena said, “I’m just having a child. I have a feeling the father of my child will be someone important. As long as I give birth to him, I’ll have endless wealth for a lifetime.” I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Of course, I knew why she was so confident. That’s because in my previous life, after choosing this sperm, Andrew found me half a month later and took me back to his country for a grand wedding, while her life kept getting worse. Elena attributed the difference between her and my experiences to a matter of opportunity. So in this life, the first thing she did was snatch the sperm I was going to choose and become a princess. Soon, Elena signed the contract. As soon as she walked out of the lab, she sent her resignation to the company. I looked at her in surprise. Elena, however, sneered and said, “I have a feeling that it won’t be long before I reach the peak of my life.” “You don’t plan to have kids and only have a low-paying job, so just wait to be someone who works hard their whole life.” After saying that, she turned and left without hesitation, then took a cab to a luxury mall. Watching Elena’s smug back, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my heart, I said, “Elena, do you want to be a princess? Then I wish you well. When you learn the truth, I hope you can still laugh like you did today.”

After Elena resigned, all her work was assigned to me by our boss. While I was busy, my colleagues suddenly exclaimed. A girl said, “Elena, you’re so different today.” I looked up and saw Elena walking into the office with designer bags in both hands. She proudly raised her head, touched her belly, and said, “This is nothing. My son is about to inherit a country.” Everyone immediately thought Elena had gone crazy. After all, previously in the company, no matter who was dating or getting married, Elena would always mock them. She thought those people were crazy and said having kids was not as worthwhile as investing in oneself. But in just a few days, Elena suddenly announced she was pregnant. However, when colleagues heard that Elena had already sold her house, they kindly advised her. A woman said, “How could someone with status donate sperm? Elena, don’t be fooled.” Elena immediately rolled her eyes. She said, “Do you think I’m as dumb as Athena? How could I possibly not know who the father is and still go for IVF?” “If I had her brains, I would have been ashamed enough to kill myself.” Then, Elena took a stack of invitations out of her bag and tossed them onto my desk. She said, “In five days, my husband will come to pick me up. Come to this location, and I’ll show you the world.” After saying that, she turned and left with an arrogant expression. Everyone was already busy with work, and her commotion made them all very upset. A female colleague said, “Athena, isn’t Elena your good friend? Has she gone crazy? How could she imagine a wealthy husband?” “Besides, how much money could someone who donates sperm have? Where does her strong sense of superiority come from?” Another female colleague chimed in, “She even sold her house and bought a bunch of luxury clothes and bags. How will she raise her child later? When I was preparing for pregnancy before, she even scolded me.” Elena’s behavior annoyed everyone, and they all urged me to cut ties with someone so irrational. But not long after, Elena shared a high-end hotel’s location in the company group chat. She also sent a message: [This Saturday, my husband will host a banquet here. Make sure to come. This is one of your rare chances to experience high society.] Everyone didn’t expect that Elena had truly become distinguished and was living a superior life. That high-end hotel is famously expensive in the entire city. Even a bottle of mineral water there can sell for thousands of dollars. Elena’s Instagram is full of photos showing off her wealth, and she even tagged me in every single one. In the photos, she’s wearing custom-made luxury jewelry, smiling smugly. A trace of gloom flashed in my eyes, and I let out a cold snort. I said to myself, “Go ahead and laugh. It won’t be long before you can’t.” That Saturday, my coworkers dragged me to the hotel. A female colleague said, “I don’t believe Elena could be so lucky to pick a billionaire’s sperm. She was so arrogant slandering you before. We have to go and see.” As soon as we arrived at the hotel entrance, we saw a photo of Elena with a foreign man. When she saw me, Elena smugly clung to the man’s arm and walked toward me. She said, “Isn’t this my broke little friend? I thought you wouldn’t come.” “After all, you don’t have my eye for spotting wealth, so you couldn’t pick the right sperm for IVF. You must be really jealous of me, right?” Elena’s eyes are indeed “sharp,” so sharp that she didn’t even notice the man beside her had no love in his gaze for her. So, I smiled faintly and said, “No, I’m really happy for you.”

Elena formally introduced her husband to us, the foreign prince Andrew. She said, “My husband said as soon as my child is born, he’ll make him the heir. You still have time to win my favor.” “Otherwise, with just one word from me, your company will go bankrupt. Athena, by then, you’ll be out of a job too.” Everyone could clearly sense that something was wrong. However, Elena was still immersed in her dream. Colleague Sophie Hall pulled me aside while Elena was showing off to the other colleagues. She said, “What prince would donate sperm? Besides, their hierarchy is so strict, how could they let a prince marry a foreign woman and have their child inherit the throne?” However, Andrew was indeed very generous to Elena. Elena just threw a tantrum, feeling that her jewelry was too light. In just half an hour, a haute couture designer personally arrived on-site to design and create jewelry for her. Seeing everyone’s envious looks, Elena became even more smug. In my past life, Andrew treated me the same way. I just had a little morning sickness, but he got so nervous and called the world’s top doctors with a single phone call. But, like Sophie, I was very confused inside. Andrew and I had never met before. How could he treat me so well just because I was carrying his child? Even the entire royal family treated me like a treasure? I’m just an ordinary person. Besides carrying Andrew’s child, there’s nothing about me that deserves their special attention. So, I kept paying attention secretly and finally discovered that secret. Unfortunately, Elena is now lost in the sweet trap of sudden wealth and has no mind to think further. A kind colleague advised her to be careful, but she scolded that colleague. She said, “You’re just jealous of me. I’m beautiful, independent, and smart. What’s wrong with my husband falling in love with me at first sight?” Andrew also made a heartfelt confession to Elena in front of all of us in broken English. He gently stroked Elena’s belly, but his eyes revealed a hint of madness that only I noticed. Seeing me staring at Andrew, Elena got angry instantly. She rushed over, pushed me down, and angrily threw her shoe at my face, hitting my forehead. Elena scolded, “Athena, how shameless can you be? Why are you staring at my husband?” Just as she was about to keep hitting me, Andrew sternly restrained her. He said, “You’re pregnant, you can’t mess around. If the baby is gone, I’ll kill you.” Everyone could see that, in Andrew’s eyes, the baby was clearly more important than Elena. But Elena truly has something wrong with her mind. She said, “See how much my husband loves me. He even said he’d kill me if we lost our child. He values our fruit of love so much.” When she mentioned “fruit of love,” Andrew’s eyes clearly revealed strong disgust. While Elena was being held by Andrew, my colleagues quickly helped me up. They originally wanted to scold Elena, but since she really seemed to be becoming a princess, they didn’t dare. In the end, I waved my hand and said, “Let’s not bother with her.” I silently added in my heart, “Because nine months later, she will live in great pain.”

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I, Rebecca Greene, let my sister Emily Greene go to my haute couture dress shop to pick a wedding dress. Before leaving, she was stopped by the intern Stella Fuller, who demanded three million dollars for the dress. Helpless, she had to mention my name. “I’m the boss’s younger sister, I don’t need to pay for the dress.” Stella rolled her eyes. “Don’t lie to me. Our boss doesn’t even have a sister!” “Looks like you can’t afford it, huh?” With that, she directly blocked Emily, looking impatient. “I’ll give you one last chance: either pay up immediately, or I’ll tear your dress right now and make you walk out naked!” Emily was stunned and hurriedly called me. When I rushed to the store in a panic, I heard Mila Brown, the store manager who had worked with me for years, respectfully standing behind Stella and warning Emily, “I suggest you be smart. The woman in front of you is our boss’s wife!” “Cross her, and you won’t end well!” Before the words finished, Stella stepped on Emily’s face and looked down, saying, “You actually dared to impersonate me? You’ve got some nerve!” My hand froze on the doorknob. Then, I immediately cut off the access to my husband Vincent Simpson’s supplementary card and dialed his number. I angrily said, “Have I been too good to you? Or have I given you too much money, letting you afford to keep a woman outside?” ***** When I received Emily’s call, I was about to drive back to the dress shop. I asked in confusion, “What did you say? That new intern Stella Fuller claimed she’s the wife of the shop owner?” I smiled and shook my head. “Didn’t you tell her you’re my sister?” The next second, a crisp slap sound came through the phone, followed by Emily’s scream. I realized something was wrong and immediately shouted her name into the phone. But what responded to me was Stella’s ranting. “This shop belongs to my husband!” “Wouldn’t I know if my husband had a sister?” Mila’s voice followed closely, laced with a mocking tone. “Let me tell you the truth.” “Today, you’ve messed with the wrong person.” “This shop belongs to Mr. Simpson, and the woman in front of you is his wife!” “If you want to skip the bill, at least come up with a decent excuse!” Their arrogant conversation made me feel a bit uneasy. On our wedding anniversary a week ago, Vincent, who never gets involved in my dress shop business, suddenly begged me for a favor. He said, “A neighbor’s daughter from my hometown just graduated from college and can’t find a job. “Her mom reached out to me the other day asking for help. Remembering our old ties, I agreed right away. “Honey, can she work at your shop?” As if afraid I might refuse, he hurriedly raised four fingers and swore to me. He said, “I promise, this girl is really smart and hardworking. “You’ll definitely be satisfied!” I didn’t think much and agreed. I sent Stella’s information to my most trusted Mila. At that moment, Emily’s call was suddenly cut off, and the last thing I heard was Stella’s angry yelling. Thinking of this, I quickly asked the driver to drive while pulling up the store’s surveillance footage. The image gradually became clear. At this moment, Emily was being violently pinned to the ground by Stella, slapped one after another. Emily hit while saying, “You wore clothes from our store without paying, this is theft!” “Women like you who only know how to steal deserve a beating!” Emily struggled desperately but still couldn’t resist Stella’s brute force. What made me even angrier was that Mila, who had been with me for three years, had now become Stella’s accomplice. She crouched beside Emily, flipping through the ledger nonstop. She said, “I just roughly calculated the accounts from the past three months. “This b*tch took over a dozen dresses from our store, worth a total of millions of dollars.” Hearing this, Stella’s anger instantly exploded. She grabbed Emily by the neck. “You say you’re my husband’s sister? “What sister? “What’s your relationship? Before I came to the store, how much more did you take from here?” The scene made me tremble with anger. Seeing Emily’s swollen cheeks, my heart ached, and I could barely breathe. At the same time, I called Vincent. I want to ask him why the so-called sensible sister he mentioned has now turned into a shrew and even dares to impersonate me. The call was quickly answered. Vincent’s tone was cheerful. “Honey, shouldn’t you be working on your design sketches at this time?” “How do you have time to call me?” “Miss me?” I took a deep breath and said coldly, “Vincent, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Stella?” “Why is she claiming to be your wife?” The other side suddenly went silent, so quiet that I could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of static. This silence completely ignited my anger. I spoke bluntly, “Vincent, answer me!” “Have I been too lenient with you? Giving you the time and money to keep another woman outside?” Vincent chuckled lightly. “Rebecca, after all these years of marriage, do you still not trust me?” “Alright, I don’t have time to joke with you now. I have a meeting to attend.” After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, it was already unreachable.

At this moment, anger consumed all my reason. Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed the secretary’s number. “Cancel Vincent’s vice president position and have him pack up and leave immediately.” “And also, freeze his secondary card access immediately.” I’ve always loved designing dresses, but I can’t manage both the company and the dress shop at the same time. Thankfully, with Vincent’s help, I had the energy to focus on what I love. To thank him, I promoted him to vice president of the company despite opposition from other managers. I even gave him a supplementary credit card under my name, letting him use it freely. The beautiful memories of the past make me wonder if my actions just now were too impulsive. “Ms. Greene, we’ve arrived,” the driver’s voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I quickly pushed open the car door and rushed into the store. The few people inside were all stunned. Stella glared at me impatiently. “Who gave you permission to barge in like this?” “Don’t you even know how to knock?” I ignored her and walked straight toward Emily, who was curled up on the ground. She suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down. “Rebecca, you’re finally here!” “What on earth is going on? Who exactly is Stella?” Her voice was weak, but Stella still heard it. She looked at me with more fierceness in her eyes. “You’re this bitch’s sister?” Mila was even more surprised. “Ms. Greene, I didn’t expect her to be your sister.” As she spoke, there was a hint of disdain. “I know you have talent in design, but you can’t just bring your family to take clothes from our store for free, can you?” I let out a cold snort, pretended to help Emily up, pointed at her injuries, and spoke coldly, “Did you do this?” Mila’s expression flickered, she swallowed and forced herself to stay calm, saying, “You should be glad I didn’t call the police to arrest her!” “Do you know how many haute couture dresses she stole from the store under your name?” “And she even dared to claim she’s Mr. Simpson’s sister!” At this point, she openly spat on the ground beside Emily. She cursed, “You’re shameless!” “Know your place, how dare you lie in front of the real Mrs. Simpson!” After being flattered like this, Stella’s expression grew even more arrogant. She first gave me a disdainful once-over, then fixed her gaze straight on my handbag. She demanded sharply, “Where did you get this bag?” I followed her gaze downward. “Do I need to explain to you?” “And also, who told you this store belongs to Vincent?” This dress shop was founded after I earned my first paycheck. I poured my heart and soul into this place. Suddenly, I realized the problem. “Is it because Vincent is the legal owner of this shop that you think it belongs to him?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “If that’s the case, then I need to clarify something. “This shop is…” “Answer me!” Stella suddenly interrupted me, “Where did this bag come from?” Her whole face turned red with anger. “Speak up! “Rebecca! Answer me!” Facing her questioning, I stood up straight. “This bag was a gift from my husband.” Stella angrily said, “You’re lying!” As she spoke, she grabbed my hair. “This bag is stolen by you!” “You thief!” “No wonder your sister dared to steal from my store! Turns out your whole family are thieves!” “Today, I’ll beat you two bitches to death!”

I worried about Emily getting hurt again, so I didn’t fight back fiercely, letting the nails scrape my cheek, leaving a few burning scratches. Seeing me injured, Emily ignored her own pain and fought back directly. I also seized the opportunity and slapped Stella hard a few times. Stella couldn’t take on the two of us. So she desperately shouted at Mila, “Are you blind?” “Didn’t you see them ganging up to bully me?” “Hurry up and help me!” Mila’s expression froze when her name was suddenly called, especially when she met my sharp gaze, her movements visibly hesitated. I said coldly, “Mila, you idiot!” “Did you forget who gave you Stella’s information?” “And also, since you started working here, have you seen any other leaders besides me?” Hearing this, Mila instantly became nervous. After hearing my words, Stella gradually stopped her actions. She gasped and said, “Stop talking nonsense!” “This store belongs to my husband, Vincent.” “If it weren’t for this, I wouldn’t have worked in a place like this!” But Mila said tremblingly, “However, back then, your information was given to me by Rebecca.” Since I started this dress shop, many people have rushed to apply because of the good benefits, including daughters of several business partners. But I turned them all down as unsuitable. The reason is simple, none of them submitted the required documents to me. So when Vincent sent Stella’s information, I agreed right away. The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became tense because of Mila’s words. She stepped back helplessly, with a hint of fear in her eyes. Meanwhile, Stella widened her eyes, breathing heavily. “What did you say?” “I understand!” She paused, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and shoved me hard into the clothing rack behind me while I was distracted. She stepped closer to me. “Speak! Are you seducing my husband behind my back?” “You bitch! So you’re the mistress!” Mila seemed to have an epiphany and blurted out, “So that’s it!” Stella snatched my bag and slammed it hard on the ground, but she still wasn’t satisfied. She even stepped on the bag. “This bag was supposed to be my birthday gift from Vincent!” “How did it end up being yours?” “You must have seduced him to make him give the gift to you!” “A homewrecker and a thief, you two really are sisters!” With Mila’s interference, I still had to protect Emily behind me, making it even harder to act. But Stella seemed to have caught on to this, constantly pulling my hair. I could even hear the sound of my scalp tearing. Suddenly, the door was flung open. A steady and authoritative voice rang out, “Stop it, all of you!” “Where is the caller Rebecca?”

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I had a car accident and ended up in the hospital. Suddenly, I had this idea to play a prank on my girlfriend. “Who are you?” Seeing Clara’s face freeze, I almost burst out laughing. But then Clara pointed to her best friend, Brooke, and said, “I’m your girlfriend’s best friend. She’s your girlfriend, Brooke.” My expression stiffened into a mask. Brooke, however, stepped forward. “Yes, I’m your girlfriend.” I forced a smile. “Then take me home.” Brooke took me home. She said I’d been living there the whole time. I looked around the place, which had no trace of my actual life, and played along, nodding as if I were as oblivious as she was. I slept for a while in her bed. When I went out to get a glass of water, I heard voices from the living room. “Brooke, do me a favor and pretend to be Asher’s girlfriend for a bit.” “Aren’t you afraid he’ll suddenly get his memory back?” “If he gets his memory back and gets mad, I’ll just sweet-talk him. He loves me so much, he’d never really leave me. Honestly, I’ve been so over him lately. This is a perfect excuse to finally catch a break and mess around a bit.” “So, you and Lucas finally hooked up, huh? You just want to use this as an excuse to have some fun with him.” “You know me too well. But I definitely love Asher more. Keep him close these days, but don’t get any ideas with him. Though, out of all my friends, you’re the only one I’d trust with this, especially since you always seemed to hate Asher anyway.” My bare feet instinctively retreated, but then I deliberately made some noise by the door and walked back towards the living room. Brooke heard the sound, quickly hung up her FaceTime, and stood up. “The floor’s cold. Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Brooke quickly came over, took my hand, and led me to the couch. “I’m thirsty,” I said, looking around, a bit lost on where to find water. “I’ll get it for you.” Brooke walked to the water cooler and brought me a glass. She sat beside me, looking at me. “Still uncomfortable anywhere?” I drank the water and shook my head. She reached up, smoothed back my messy hair, and leaned in to kiss my forehead. My eyes flickered. I’d just heard Clara tell her not to touch me. I’d also always thought Brooke hated me. But now… When her lips met mine, I pulled away. She calmly stroked my face. “You don’t remember, but we can take our time. You’ll get used to me again.” Brooke, it seemed, was also deceiving her best friend.

When Brooke brought me to the VIP room, it was already buzzing. A crowd of socialites and trust fund kids were there. But the moment I walked in, they all fell silent, their eyes drifting to Clara with a knowing look. “Oh, Asher’s here! Do you remember me? I’m Lucas, your college roommate!” Lucas, sitting next to Clara, greeted me. Brooke led me to a seat. I looked at him and shook my head. “Sorry, I don’t.” “No worries, we can all just reintroduce ourselves.” Lucas said, casually slinging an arm over Clara’s shoulder, making her lean intimately against him. This former college roommate, now friend, seemed to revel in my supposed amnesia, staking his claim on Clara with a barely concealed smirk. Clara, too, seemed to relish the thrill of being so intimate with another man right under my nose. “Yeah, totally! Both of your best friends’ girlfriends are in this circle, how great is that?” “We can all hang out together often. Amnesia or not, it won’t make any difference.” The other friends all understood the situation, but tacitly kept quiet, seemingly sharing a perverse amusement, enjoying the spectacle of someone being publicly betrayed and played for a fool. They all went back to playing games. Clara and Lucas were sharing a single pretzel stick, their mouths getting closer and closer. “Kiss! Kiss!” Cheers erupted from the group. In that atmosphere, Clara and Lucas plunged into a deep kiss. Afterward, Clara leaned shyly into his embrace, and Lucas, looking utterly satisfied, hugged her tightly, even casting a subtle, triumphant glance my way. Later, I lost a game and had to take a penalty: kiss someone for thirty seconds. Everyone fell silent, looking at me. They were curious who I’d pick. Would I instinctively pick Clara? Clara seemed a bit tense, avoiding my gaze. She probably didn’t want me to have an instinctive reaction so soon. Brooke, next to me, also seemed rigid. I smiled. “Of course, I’ll pick my girlfriend.”

I said, turning to Brooke. “Shall we?” I distinctly felt Brooke’s tension ease. She looked at me steadily, then leaned in. I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her. “Whoa!” Another round of gasps and “whoa”s. These people might have seen Clara embrace and kiss other men, but they surely never expected me to do the same with another woman. So their “whoa”s were particularly fresh, but then they suddenly fell silent. Brooke seemed to kiss me without reservation, chasing my lips. Her tongue swept through my mouth, intertwining with mine, and the hand clutching the back of my neck tightened, as if she wanted to devour me whole. After thirty seconds, I pulled away, only to see Clara’s face had turned absolutely thunderous. That’s why everyone else had clammed up. How ridiculous. Brooke gently wiped a damp spot from the corner of my mouth. “What’s wrong with everyone? Didn’t I just take my punishment?” I asked, feigning confusion about the odd atmosphere. “Even with amnesia, Asher isn’t shy with his girlfriend,” Lucas commented, clearly mocking me for making a fool of myself because of my memory loss. Clara’s expression grew even more unpleasant. I went to the restroom outside, but on my way back, I heard voices coming from the stairwell. “Brooke, I told you not to get handsy with him. That wasn’t cool earlier.” Clara’s voice was cold. “It was just a game. He’s got amnesia. Are you really suggesting he should have picked you, someone who’s clearly with another man? That’s not realistic, is it? You yourself chose me to be his girlfriend now.” Brooke’s voice was laced with a smile. Clara was silent for a moment. “Fine, just keep some boundaries. While I don’t believe you’d actually fall for Asher and sleep with him, try to avoid overly intimate contact, okay? Otherwise, it’ll be awkward for you, and I wouldn’t want that, right?” “Heh, you know me so well.”

Back at Brooke’s villa, as I was about to enter my room, she stopped me. Without a word, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. “Mmm—” I tried to pull away, but she firmly wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed me against her with surprising strength, cupping my jaw, and assertively, without question, pushed her tongue into my mouth. It was so intense I felt my breath catching. Slowly, she guided my hand, inviting it to trace downwards and part her legs. But for some reason, she stopped the movement between her legs. After a long moment, she pulled away, stroking my face and whispering, “We took a step forward today, didn’t we? We can get to know each other more and more.” I looked up at her, dazed. Her actions seemed to completely contradict what her best friend had said. I didn’t understand her. Clara and I had vastly different family backgrounds, and she had worked hard, step by step, to make me accept her. Later, I met some of her friends, a group of socialites and trust fund kids, especially Brooke. Brooke hated me, looked down on me—it was a known fact within their circle. She always treated my relationship with Clara with a hint of disdain. In the past, I’d always tried to avoid her. But after my ‘amnesia,’ when Clara forcibly paired Brooke and me as a couple, Brooke kept taking advantage of the situation. Was she doing it to get back at Clara for setting us up? … My design job was pretty flexible, so I often worked from home. Brooke knocked and came in. “Hard at work, huh? There are fireworks tonight, let’s go see them.” When we arrived at the lake where the fireworks were being set off, Clara and Lucas were already standing in the best spot, watching the grand display. Lucas, with Clara leaning against him, suddenly kissed her on the cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. Clara smiled back at him, gently smoothing his messy hair. Then she turned and saw us. Clara saw me, and for a fleeting moment, she stiffened and looked flustered. But then she pretended as if nothing had happened. Lucas also saw us. “You guys made it.” “Asher, can you do me a favor and take some pictures of Clara and me?” Lucas called out, walking over and handing me his phone. Clara’s face faltered for a second, then she glanced at me. “I’m so happy today! Clara set off these fireworks just for me. I want to remember this moment forever,” Lucas said, standing next to Clara and gazing at her with deep affection. Clara’s expression softened, and she hugged him. My hand, holding Lucas’s phone, paused. So, today was Clara’s grand fireworks display for Lucas.

I watched them embrace through the phone’s lens. Lucas had his arm gently around Clara, who was nestled against his chest, a happy, satisfied smile on her face. Behind them, the magnificent fireworks painted the sky, a scene of pure romance. I quietly took their pictures. Once, on my birthday, Clara had also set off a lake full of fireworks for me. Lucas had even offered to take pictures of us then. I was probably as happy and content as Lucas was now. Lucas had even said, looking a bit wistful, “I’m so envious of you two. I really hope I’ll find someone who treats me like that someday.” I’d even comforted him back then, telling him he would. Now, he had indeed found it. Brooke took the phone from my hand. “Alright, you’re not here to be their personal photographer.” Brooke tossed the phone back. Clara caught it and handed it to Lucas. … After the fireworks show, Lucas and I went to the restroom. Since it was too crowded, I decided not to bother. But on my way back, I overheard the conversation between the two of them, waiting for us by the side. “Looks like you and Lucas are having a great time, huh? You and Asher haven’t had this much fun in ages, have you?” Brooke said. “True. Lucas and I lately feel just like Asher and I used to. Lucas is even sweeter than Asher, and so thoughtful and attentive. He makes me feel so comfortable and happy,” Clara replied. “Then why don’t you just let it be? Lucas really is more your type. Asher, you always said he was so stubborn sometimes, that he annoyed you, didn’t you?” Brooke suggested. “Brooke, Asher and I have so many years of history, it’s not something you can just throw away.” “Lucas also said he’s not looking for anything serious, that he’d be perfectly happy just to enjoy our time together. He’s such a sweet fool,” Clara mused. “Hmph.”

Back at the villa, Brooke suddenly wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Then she pulled back a bit, looking at me seriously. “Asher, do you know? You are the best Asher. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone.” I stared at her, as if she were responding to Clara comparing me to Lucas. How… how did she know me so well? She knew my little habits that Clara had forgotten—what kind of candy I liked, what dishes I preferred, what movies I enjoyed… She took another step further than before. I didn’t object. She looked at me, momentarily stunned, then took my hand and led me into her room. We were tangled in that room, our breathing ragged, our bodies entwined. Before this, Clara had been the only woman I’d ever been with. When Clara first pursued me, I was full of distrust. But her earnestness and resolve, her attitude towards my grandmother, and the help she secretly offered, won me over. Later, because her parents disapproved, they cut off her financial support. I thought that was when she’d realize the gap between us. But she didn’t compromise. Instead, she worked and studied alongside me. Eventually, her parents relented out of concern. I truly settled down with her. When my only grandmother passed away, she hugged me, comforting me, telling me I still had her. She promised she would always be by my side. Such was a relationship that, even then, felt like it had completely changed. If that was the case, then I might as well learn to be with another woman.

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The year I turned eight, my mom broke my arm, and my father rushed me to the hospital. Desperate, I reached for help, dialing the phone number Mom had drilled into my memory, the one she’d ordered me to keep etched in my heart. Less than half an hour later, a convoy of over a dozen sleek black SUVs descended upon us, lining up in an intimidating procession. The man leading them brutally beat my father, crippling him, then forced him to reveal Mom’s whereabouts. They rescued Mom from a hidden cellar in a remote, secluded cabin. Mom gazed at my father’s broken form, her face utterly devoid of sympathy, before she threw herself into the man’s arms. Everyone was about to leave. I stumbled forward, my small legs barely carrying me. “Mommy, a hug…” Mom whirled around, her hand flashing out, delivering a stinging slap across my face. “Don’t call me Mommy! You make me sick just looking at you. Get out of my sight, and don’t ever, *ever* come back!” My cheek burned, a searing pain, but the ache in my chest was worse. Hadn’t Mom promised she’d love me if I just did what she said?

The fiery sting on my face lingered as I stood rooted to the spot, clutching my cheek. Mom had explicitly told me that if I just remembered that number and did everything she asked, she would love me dearly. But now, the look in her eyes was colder than any of my father’s violent outbursts, chilling me to the bone. The man in charge merely cast a fleeting, cold glance my way. Then he reached out, drawing Mom closer by her shoulder. “Easy now, darling. Don’t stress yourself. Let’s go.” Mom leaned into his embrace, her shoulders still trembling slightly. Just then, the door of a stretched luxury sedan parked nearby swung open, and a little boy in a crisp white suit hopped out. His hair was perfectly combed, and he ran straight to Mom. “Mommy, are you okay? Daddy and I came to get you! Did anyone hurt you?” Mom looked down at the boy, her eyes instantly welling up. She knelt down, pulled him into a tight embrace, her voice thick with emotion. “Mommy’s fine, my precious. It’s all thanks to you and Daddy for rescuing me.” Her hand gently stroked the boy’s back, a tender gesture, as if cradling the most priceless treasure. That was a tenderness I had never, not even once, received. I stood watching, a sharp, twisting ache seizing my heart, mingled with an indescribable envy. My body seemed to move on its own accord. I awkwardly shuffled a few steps closer, wanting to be nearer to Mom. But before I could reach her, the little boy suddenly looked up. He shoved me back forcefully. “Get away from my mom!” “Don’t you dare touch her with your filthy hands! Go away!” I already had injuries, and the push sent me sprawling onto the ground. Mom stood up as well, her gaze now filled with even more intense revulsion. She instinctively pulled the little boy behind her and spoke to the man. “Please, take my darling to the car and sanitize him. She’s just… unclean.” The man nodded. They turned to walk towards the luxury car. Panic surged through me. I forgot the pain, forgot the fear, and ran after them, yelling. “Mommy! Mommy, don’t leave!” My voice was raw with tears, but Mom didn’t even turn her head. The man seemed annoyed by my cries. He paused, giving a subtle nod to two burly men in dark suits nearby. Soon, a large cargo van pulled up. The back doors swung open, revealing a pitch-black interior reeking of damp earth and something acrid. Inside, a metal cage held a massive Doberman, its name Brutus. The moment it saw me, it snarled, baring its razor-sharp teeth, and let out a ferocious, guttural bark. Fear froze me to the spot. I even forgot how to cry. The little boy’s face was flushed with triumphant glee. “Mommy, look! I specially asked Daddy to bring Brutus! He’s here to protect you!” “If this little monster dared to bully you just now, Brutus would’ve definitely taken a bite out of her!” Julian Thorne, the man, said nothing. He just gestured for his men to open the cage door, then reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip was merciless, sending a fresh wave of agony through my already wounded flesh. I struggled, trying to pull away, but his hold was unbreakable. “No! Let go! Mommy, help me!” I screamed, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard, forcefully shoving me into the metal cage. I fell onto the cold, hard floor of the cage, the pain bringing fresh tears to my eyes. The little boy leaned over the edge of the van, tilting his head as he curiously asked the man. “Daddy, is this little monster coming home with us too?” The man didn’t answer. He simply motioned for the men to put Brutus back into the cargo area. The van doors slammed shut, plunging me into absolute darkness. The foul stench grew even stronger. Brutus seemed displeased that I was occupying his space, circling the cage and barking at me incessantly. If not for the metal bars, I was certain he would have torn me to shreds. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I curled into a ball, my knees pressed against my chest, and muffled my sobs.

The cargo van swayed gently with the truck’s movement. I huddled in the corner of the cage, hugging my knees. The wound on my arm throbbed relentlessly, and my stomach growled a hollow protest. My tears had long since dried, leaving my eyes gritty and aching. After what felt like an eternity, the truck suddenly stopped. The truck driver, a flicker of pity in his eyes, held out a sandwich and a bottle of water. He seemed hesitant. “Kid, you must be starving, right? Here, take this…” Before he could finish, a chilling voice cut in from outside. “Who told you to interfere?” I squinted towards the light. Julian Thorne stood by the van, his face utterly devoid of emotion, his eyes like chips of ice. He snatched the sandwich and water from the driver’s hand. Without a glance at me, he tossed them directly to Brutus. I watched Brutus wolf down the food, the hunger in my own stomach clawing at me even harder. I licked my cracked lips. There was a water bowl for Brutus inside the cage, but the stench was sickening, threatening to make me gag. Yet, I forced myself to drink, choking it down, ignoring the awful taste. At least it offered a moment’s relief from the thirst. Julian’s gaze swept over me, raw disgust etched on his features. He said nothing more, simply tilting his head towards the driver, who quickly closed the van doors. The cargo area plunged back into darkness. After what seemed like another endless journey, the truck finally stopped. When the doors opened, I saw an enormous house, grander than any castle I’d ever seen in movies. Fountains sparkled, manicured gardens stretched out, and liveried staff stood in perfectly aligned rows by the entrance. Julian and Mom walked ahead, Mom cradling the little boy in her arms. I later learned his name was Lucas Thorne. Lucas beamed, his face alight with joy. Mom occasionally bent down to whisper to him, her expression soft and tender. I was yanked from the metal cage, my arm throbbing painfully from the grip. Julian didn’t even look at me. He simply addressed a staff member. “Take her away. Find somewhere to confine her. I don’t want her making an unsightly mess of the place.” I had no room. My assigned space was a damp, perpetually dim corner in the basement. Every morning before dawn, I had to rise and work – scrubbing floors, doing laundry, tidying the garden. If I missed a single spot, the staff would scold me, and sometimes Mom would even see. But she never helped. She would either walk away as if I were invisible, or she’d scowl and snap at me to vanish, as if my mere presence polluted her sight. Whatever toy Lucas wanted, Julian would immediately have someone buy it. Once, I walked past the living room and saw Mom sitting on the sofa, Lucas nestled in her arms, while Julian sat beside them, reading a story from a book. That was a happiness I could never even dream of in this lifetime, a happiness I would never possess. Back in the remote area where we used to live, storybooks were a luxury no one had. But a neighbor, Mrs. Peterson, used to tell her daughter bedtime stories every night. I always wished Mom would tell me a story, just once. My body began to move forward again, seemingly against my will. I wanted to get a little closer, to hear Mom’s voice just a little longer. Mom seemed to sense something. She suddenly looked up. The moment her gaze fell on me, her smiling face instantly changed, as if she’d just seen something utterly repulsive. All the tenderness was replaced by fierce revulsion. “How dare you come here? Who let you in?!” Her reaction startled me, and I froze, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my worn shirt. Mom rushed over, reaching out and shoving me. I slammed against the wall, biting back a cry of pain. Lucas ran over too, kicking my shin hard. Tears instantly welled up. “Stay away from my mom!” Lucas yelled, kicking me several more times. Mom just stood there watching, making no move to stop him. Instead, she frowned and said. “Lucas, don’t touch her. You might get dirty. Mommy will take you to wash your hands later.” I crouched on the ground, clutching my throbbing shin, tears dripping onto the floor.

In the days that followed, I was treated like discarded trash, left in the darkest corner. The staff, seeing Julian’s and Mom’s attitude towards me, became even more cruel. They ordered me around at will, constantly yelling and hitting me. Lucas found new entertainment. “Little monster, come here! From today on, you’re my pony!” I didn’t dare to move. He came forward, grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me into the garden, forcing my head down. “On all fours! Hurry!” I gritted my teeth and crawled on the ground. The coarse gravel bit into my knees, a searing pain. Lucas climbed onto my back, clutching my hair and yelling, “Giddy up!” I could only endure the pain and crawl forward. If I slowed down even a little, the small riding crop in his hand would lash fiercely across my back. Sometimes, when he wasn’t satisfied, he would make the staff bring Brutus over. “Brutus, chase her! Make her run faster!” Brutus’s barks echoed behind me, and my heart hammered against my ribs, threatening to burst. I crawled with all my might, my knees scraped raw and bleeding, but I dared not slow down. What pained me most was Mom. She sat under a sun umbrella in the garden, sipping her afternoon tea, her eyes fixed on me as Lucas rode me around. A faint, chilling smile even played on her lips. “Lucas, be careful not to fall.” Her gaze never once lingered on me, not even when the riding crop tore the fabric on my back. In her eyes, I seemed to be nothing more than a beast of burden, a toy to be ridden and abused. Here, I went hungry every single day. Lucas didn’t like carrots. Every meal, he would dump the carrots from his plate into the flower beds. So, when no one was around, I would sneak into the flower beds and pick up the dirt-covered carrots. The gritty, earthy taste coated my tongue, but at least it filled my stomach a little. Today, I was so incredibly hungry that I chewed a couple of bites before realizing something was wrong. It wasn’t a carrot. “What are you doing?!” Mom rushed over, her eyes falling on the trampled flowers in the flower bed. “My flowers! How dare you eat my flowers?!” Lucas heard her voice and ran over. When he saw the carrots on the ground and the ruined flowers, his eyes flickered with panic. He was afraid Mom would discover he had been picky and wasteful, throwing his food here. “Mommy, she tried to steal my carrots and deliberately ruined your flowers!” Mom’s already furious emotions escalated, spiraling into a furious rage. She lunged forward, grabbing my arm and shaking me violently. “You ungrateful wretch! It’s a miracle I haven’t let you starve to death, and now you dare to steal Lucas’s food and destroy my flowers! I shouldn’t have let you live!” “Enough, darling. Don’t get yourself worked up.” Julian Thorne had appeared nearby at some point. He walked over, put an arm around Mom’s shoulder, and gently patted her back to calm her. His eyes, however, fixed on me with a fierce glare. Once Mom’s emotions had somewhat settled, he slowly walked to me, knelt down, and his fingers clamped around my jaw, forcing my head up to look at him. “I’m warning you, don’t ever make her angry again, and don’t ever bother Lucas. In this house, not even a single flower is yours to touch.” “Dare to transgress again, and I’ll show you something far worse than being chased by Brutus.” I looked into the cold malice in his eyes. Terror seized me, my body trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I was too terrified to even whimper. The pain in my jaw intensified until he finally released me. I collapsed onto the ground, weak and limp, watching as Mom was led away by Julian. Lucas even turned back and stuck his tongue out at me. Mom knew perfectly well that Lucas was much stronger than me, and I was always the one being bullied. Yet, she would rather believe Lucas’s lies than spare me even a glance.

Soon, Lucas’s birthday arrived. I was ordered to wear a ridiculous bear mascot costume and stand in a corner, playing a cheerful character for the guests’ amusement. I couldn’t endure it any longer. I secretly took off the costume head to catch my breath. But the moment my face was revealed, I met Lucas’s eyes. He was walking by with a small slice of cake. Seeing me, he immediately shrieked. “Daddy! Mommy! The little monster is trying to steal my birthday cake!” Mom rushed through the crowd, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the center of the banquet hall. Hundreds of eyes bore into me, filled with open disdain, morbid curiosity, and thinly veiled glee. “My allowing you to live here is a monumental act of charity! And now you dare to steal at Lucas’s birthday party?!” Mom’s voice trembled with rage. She raised her hand, ready to strike me. “I didn’t…” I weakly protested, my head spinning, barely able to stand. “Still talking back?!” Julian walked over. He gazed down at me with an air of cold, calculated superiority. Instead of hitting me, he reached out and took a slice of birthday cake from a passing waiter’s tray. It was the cake I’d only dared to look at from afar, not even allowing myself to fully inhale its sweet scent. Then, his hand slammed down, grinding the slice of cake into my face with deliberate, brutal cruelty. A ripple of low chuckles spread through the guests. Some even pulled out their phones to take pictures. Lucas clapped his hands, cheering. “Daddy’s so cool! That’s how you punish her!” “Get out! Get out of here right now! Don’t you dare contaminate everyone’s sight any longer!” Mom pointed to the door, her voice shrill. I dared not stay, afraid they would hit me again. I scrambled away, half-crawling, half-stumbling towards the grand staircase. But Lucas wasn’t satisfied. He chased after me, kicking my back and legs as he ran. “Little monster, don’t run! You still haven’t apologized to me!” I was only focused on running forward and didn’t notice the steps beneath my feet. He kicked my knee, and my body swerved. I plummeted down the stairs, Lucas losing his balance and falling after me. My vision went black. Before I lost consciousness, I heard Mom’s gut-wrenching shriek. Unfortunately, it wasn’t for me. Then, I completely lost awareness. When I next opened my eyes, I was lying in a hospital bed, my entire body aching. Mom sat by the bed, clutching Lucas’s hand, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The doctor stood nearby, his face grave. “Mr. Thorne, Mrs. Thorne, young Master Thorne’s condition isn’t good. He needs an emergency blood transfusion, but his blood type is incredibly rare, and our hospital’s blood bank doesn’t have a match. Neither of your blood types match either…” Julian stood nearby, his face terrifyingly grim. A nurse approached my bed, carrying my medical chart, and spoke softly to the doctor. “Doctor, when we drew blood from this little girl earlier, we found her blood type is the same as Young Master Thorne’s.” Julian spun around, his gaze snapping to me, as if he couldn’t believe it. He strode quickly to my bedside, staring at my face, then at the chart in the nurse’s hand. His voice trembled slightly. “What did you say? Her blood type is the same as Lucas’s?” The nurse nodded. Julian immediately turned to the doctor. “Quick! Have the doctors run more detailed tests! Confirm if it’s a perfect match!” The doctors immediately got busy. Julian stood rooted to the spot, muttering to himself. “Impossible… Lucas’s blood type is so rare, even mine doesn’t match. How could hers…?” Then, he followed the doctor to the lab. Only Mom and I were left in the room. Mom didn’t even glance at me, merely holding Lucas’s hand tightly. About half an hour later, Julian walked back in, looking utterly shell-shocked, his steps unsteady. Mom saw him and immediately stood up, asking anxiously. “Well? Is it not a match? I knew this monster would be useless! If anything happens to Lucas, I swear I won’t let her off the hook!” Julian suddenly cut her off, his voice hoarse. “Stop, Eleanor.” He looked at Mom, then at me, pausing for a few seconds before speaking with great difficulty. “She’s not a monster… She’s our biological daughter.”

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