Category: English

  • After seven years of marriage, my wife and my daughter inherited hundreds of millions of properties.

    Night had fallen, and I stood forlornly on the balcony, gazing down at the street below. My phone was pressed to my ear, and through the receiver, I heard my Aunt Eleanor’s voice, full of concern. “Liam, are you truly sure about this?” I nodded slightly, my voice firm as I replied, “Yes!” A soft sigh came from the other end of the line. Aunt Eleanor then continued, “You’re the sole heir of the Northwood Group, yet you’ve stayed away for seven years, all for one woman. Now that you’ve finally come to your senses, it’s not too late. So, when do you plan on coming home?” After a few seconds of silence, I steeled myself and said, “In three days.” Aunt Eleanor half-joked, “Fine. I’ll be attending a gala in a neighboring city in three days; I can pick you up on my way back. But are you absolutely sure you’ve completely given up on Seraphina? Don’t tell me you’ll be back to throwing yourself at her feet again the moment you step foot back home…” “Aunt, don’t worry. I’ve completely given up on Seraphina. In three days, we’ll officially go our separate ways!”

    Hanging up the phone, my gaze drifted towards the mansion’s entrance. At the gate, Seraphina was intimately leaning against her one true love, Julian. They were laughing and chatting, like a couple deeply in love. This was the seventh year of my secret marriage to Seraphina, and the sixth year she forbade our daughter from calling her ‘Mom.’ Seven years of pouring my heart into her, trying to melt her cold heart, and still, she remained frozen solid. My fists clenched, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within me. Suddenly, a tiny hand gently tugged at mine. I turned sharply to see our daughter, Lily, in a thin nightgown, one hand clutching a worn-out Barbie doll, the other holding onto me. She looked up, her innocent, wide eyes fixed on mine. Shocked and heartbroken, I quickly knelt down and said, “Lily, what are you doing out here? It’s cold; go back to your room.” As I spoke, I scooped Lily into my arms, ready to carry her inside. But Lily looked up at me and asked anxiously in a whisper, “Daddy, are we really leaving Mommy?” My steps faltered. I instinctively glanced back at the intimate figures downstairs. Then I turned back to Lily, smiling gently, “Lily, the man Seraphina loves is back. We… have no reason to stay.” “Daddy will take you back to our own home, okay?” Lily looked at the Barbie doll in her arms, her eyes filled with reluctance. She looked at me again, tears glistening in her eyes, “Daddy, can we please not go? I’ve… never been allowed to openly call her ‘Mom’…” My heart shattered into a million pieces. After a long moment, I whispered, “Lily, Seraphina… she doesn’t want us around.” Lily said pitifully, “Daddy, I want to give Mommy three more chances. If… if she still doesn’t change, then we’ll leave, okay?” I paused, then nodded slightly, softly saying, “Alright! We’ll do what Lily wants. We’ll give Seraphina three chances!” Lily’s face immediately lit up with a joyful smile. I carried Lily back into the mansion, turning to head upstairs. Just then, Seraphina walked in, a smile on her face. Lily excitedly wiggled free from my embrace and ran gleefully towards Seraphina, shouting, “Mommy, you’re back!” Seraphina’s face instantly turned sour. She immediately scowled and snapped at Lily, “Who told you to call me ‘Mom’?” Lily’s running abruptly froze, and her bright smile vanished instantly. She stood still like a child who had done something wrong, utterly bewildered. Seraphina looked up at me, her voice filled with fury, “Liam, how many times have I told you?!” “Don’t let her call me ‘Mom’! Are you both deaf to what I say?” Lily recoiled a step in fear, lowering her head, cautiously apologizing, “I’m sorry, Mom… Seraphina!” I immediately stepped forward, shielding Lily behind me, and glared coldly at Seraphina. “Seraphina, if you don’t like me, fine. But Lily is just a child; why are you yelling at her?” Seraphina’s eyes widened in fury. “Liam, what right do you have to bring up children with me?” Her face twisted into a cruel sneer, “Don’t you remember how that child came to be?!” Seraphina advanced, poking her index finger viciously at my chest. “Seven years ago, you took advantage of my vulnerability and raped me! You’re nothing but a rapist who hurt me!” Her gaze then turned piercingly to Lily, and she said with disgust, “And she’s just the rapist’s daughter. Why should I be nice to her?” I quickly covered Lily’s ears, desperate to spare her from her mother’s cruel words. But even for me, those words sent an arctic chill through my soul. I gritted my teeth, glaring at Seraphina, “Seraphina, I’m telling you one last time, seven years ago, *you*…” “Enough! Liam, how long are you going to keep making excuses? Do you actually think I can’t see through your pathetic little scheme?” “Scheme? Seraphina, if you think this was a scheme, why did you still marry me and have Lily?” Seraphina’s face was utterly devoid of warmth, and she snarled, “Because… I wanted to constantly remind you of the monstrous things you did to me! I want you to pay for what you did!” My eyes welled up, my voice trembling slightly, “So, from the very beginning, you never loved me, did you?” Seraphina glanced at my pained expression, and her own eyes reddened. She hissed, “You? You dare to talk about love with me? From the moment you took advantage of my drunken state and raped me seven years ago, you turned into something utterly repulsive in my eyes!” As she spoke, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. My heart ached. I instinctively reached out to wipe her tears. Seraphina reacted first, quickly wiping away her tears, taking a deep breath, and looking at me with disdain. “Seven years ago, you did those disgusting things just to climb the social ladder and live a good life. I didn’t hold it against you. I gave you luxury cars, a mansion, status, and a position. Liam, what more could you possibly want?” “Seraphina, have you really thought that way all these years?” My eyes were red, filled with disbelief. I couldn’t fathom that the woman I deeply loved saw me in such a light. Seraphina’s face twisted with contempt. “Otherwise, what else am I supposed to think? I… I’m warning you, don’t push your luck. Otherwise, everything I gave you, I can take away just as easily!” With that, she swept past Lily and me, striding upstairs. I watched Seraphina’s retreating back, silently trying to explain in my heart: But… Seraphina, I married you, and we had a child, because – I genuinely loved you… I thought that after marriage, I could slowly melt your cold heart, but I forgot that a heart as cold and unyielding as stone is impossible to warm… It felt as if an invisible hand had pulled me into the past, and memories flooded back like a tide. Seven years ago, in a hotel hallway, a clearly intoxicated Seraphina crashed into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I was instantly flustered and panicked, yet my heart pounded uncontrollably. In that moment, my world narrowed to this fragile woman in my arms, and then, by a strange twist of fate, we spent one passionate night together. The next day, Seraphina vanished. I thought I’d never see her again, but two weeks later, a distraught Seraphina sought me out, telling me she was pregnant. I was stunned, but I took responsibility and made my commitment. I concealed my true identity and married Seraphina, secretly using my family’s resources to help her. But her attitude remained utterly indifferent. After investigating, I understood: Julian had gone abroad that night, which was why Seraphina had gotten so drunk and ended up with me. Although it was an accident, and Seraphina didn’t love me, I believed I could melt her heart. But for seven whole years, I couldn’t melt her heart, and our daughter suffered, deprived of a mother’s love. Now that Julian was back, Lily and I were likely completely irrelevant. It was time to go home.

    I took a deep breath, blinking hard to pull myself out of the memory. I watched Seraphina’s back as she went upstairs, silently making a decision: Seven years of devotion, and not a single response from you. Seraphina, I’m tired… Lily looked up, confused, and asked, “Daddy, why did Seraphina say you’re a rapist?” My eyes welled up. I forced back tears, knelt down, and managed a strained smile. “Because Seraphina… she misunderstood Daddy!” Lily reached out her small hand and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of my eye. “Daddy, don’t cry! Seraphina might misunderstand Daddy, but Lily won’t.” I was deeply moved and hugged Lily. “Lily, you’re so sweet.” Lily thought for a moment, then sadly said, “Daddy, Seraphina… she still has two chances.” I froze, then released Lily and looked into her eyes, my own eyes welling up again. Then I nodded heavily. “Alright!” In Lily’s room, on her nightstand, sat a carefully pieced-together photo frame with a picture of three people. In it, I held Lily, a joyful smile on my face. Seraphina’s photo, however, was clearly cut out and pasted onto the right side, sharing the same frame. What appeared to be a complete family portrait was, in fact, a fabrication. Lily was already tucked into bed. I leaned over, carefully pulling up the covers. She gripped the blanket with both hands, hiding her mouth and nose beneath it, only her bright eyes visible, wide awake. I playfully pinched Lily’s nose and softly said, “Go to sleep, sweetie. Winter break is over; school starts tomorrow!” Lily’s innocent face peeked out from under the covers, her eyes sparkling with anticipation: “Daddy, can Seraphina come with me to the school orientation tomorrow? All the other kids have their moms, and Lily wants a mommy too…” I froze, a little lost in thought. “Lily, Seraphina might… not have time tomorrow…” My voice held a hint of hesitation, afraid to shatter my child’s fantasy. “Daddy, can it be her second chance, please?” Her eyes pleaded, and her small body sat up in bed, hands clasped together. I pondered for a moment, then finally nodded. “Alright, Daddy will talk to Seraphina.” After tucking Lily in, I quietly got up and left the room. … In Seraphina’s master bedroom, she had just emerged from the bathroom, steam clinging to her skin. Just then, her phone chimed with a crisp SnapChat notification. She walked to the bed, picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, and played the voice message. Julian’s magnetic voice emanated from the phone: “Seraphina, I just left you, and I already miss you. I wish I could see you all the time.” Hearing this, Seraphina’s lips curved into an unconscious, sweet smile. She quickly tapped the voice input button, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she replied, “Alright, alright, I promise! The first face you see when you wake up tomorrow morning will be mine!” Immediately after, her phone chimed again with another voice message from Julian: “Really? Oh, and by the way, Seraphina, I heard that Mayor Thompson, Metropolis City’s most influential figure, is hosting a gala at the Grand Regency Hotel in three days, and even the Northwood Group has been alerted. I just got back from overseas and need to expand my network. Could you introduce me?” Seraphina was about to reply. Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the room’s tranquility. Her brows furrowed in annoyance as she looked up at the door. I gently pushed the door open and walked in. Seraphina merely glanced at me dismissively, then lowered her head, her fingers busily tapping on her phone screen. She asked with annoyance, “What do you want?” I paused slightly, choosing my words carefully. “School starts tomorrow, and Lily hopes you can attend her orientation ceremony…” At that moment, Seraphina’s entire focus was on her phone screen; she paid no attention to what I was saying. She was typing a reply, and a “Sure” appeared on the screen. “Sure!” Seraphina instinctively blurted out. Her affirmation and the message sending happened simultaneously. I was utterly taken aback, a flicker of surprise and joy flashing in my eyes. I asked incredulously, “You agreed?” Seraphina looked up, frowning in confusion, her voice cold. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t disturb me unless it’s important!” I was about to confirm again, but Seraphina pushed me out of the master bedroom. I stood at the master bedroom door, watching Seraphina firmly shut it. I stood there, stunned, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. Just then, Lily peeked out from her room. Her eyes held a hint of apprehension and disappointment, and she whispered, “Daddy, did Mommy… not agree?” I turned, a wide smile instantly plastered on my face. “Lily, I told you to go to sleep! Why are you out of bed again?” Lily looked at me anxiously. “Daddy, did Seraphina agree?” I reached out and patted Lily’s head. “Of course she did! Seraphina agreed to attend your school orientation tomorrow.” Lily’s eyes immediately lit up. She jumped excitedly, asking in disbelief, “Really, Daddy?” Infected by Lily’s enthusiasm, I nodded heavily. “That’s great! Daddy, when Mommy comes to the orientation tomorrow, I’m going to tell her that the teacher likes me the most!” Lily exclaimed, dancing with joy, her small face radiating happiness. “Alright, alright! Our Lily is the best!” I said, picking Lily up and carrying her back to her room. At the bedside, I carefully tucked Lily into bed, diligently pulling up the covers. Lily looked on with anticipation, her eyes sparkling. “Daddy, will we go to school with Mommy as soon as I wake up?” I playfully ruffled Lily’s hair. “Yes, now go to sleep!” Lily obediently closed her eyes, a sweet smile still on her lips. I got up and quietly turned off the light and closed the door. I turned around, my gaze involuntarily drawn to Seraphina’s master bedroom, thinking to myself: Seraphina, I hope tomorrow, you won’t disappoint Lily… The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the mansion’s living room. I stood in the center of the hall, skillfully braiding Lily’s hair. She was already dressed and wore her small backpack. Lily looked upstairs, asking with anticipation, “Daddy, why isn’t Mommy down yet?” Her eyes held a mix of eagerness and longing. My hands continued their work. “After Daddy finishes your braid, we’ll go up and find Seraphina together, okay?” “Okay!” Lily obediently agreed. Soon, I finished braiding Lily’s hair. I looked at the neat, beautiful braid and smiled with satisfaction. “The braid’s done. Let’s go call Seraphina!” Lily nodded happily, her eyes sparkling with joy. I took Lily’s hand, and together, we walked upstairs. We stood at the master bedroom door and knocked, once, twice. But the room remained silent; no one answered. A look of increasing anxiety appeared on my face. Lily looked up, her eyes filled with worry: “Daddy, do you think Seraphina is sick? Maybe she didn’t hear us knocking?” I knocked more urgently, asking anxiously, “Seraphina? Seraphina? Are you in there? Say something!” My voice held a hint of unease as I pounded on the door, but still, there was no movement from inside. My brows furrowed. I said in a deep voice, “If you don’t say anything, I’m coming in…” As I spoke, I looked down at the doorknob. My mind drifted, as if transported back to the day we got our marriage certificate. Inside Seraphina’s mansion, Seraphina and I walked in, one after the other. Seraphina casually tossed the marriage certificate onto the table, then haughtily turned back to me, who was beaming with joy. “Liam, even though we’ve already gotten our certificate, I have three rules for you.” I looked at Seraphina with a wide smile and quickly replied, “Okay, tell me!” Seraphina spoke with a cold expression. “First, we must keep our marriage a secret from everyone.” “Second, you are not to enter my room or touch my things without my permission.” “Third, you are not allowed to have any intimate contact with me!” My smile froze, but I eventually nodded and softly said, “Okay!” Steeling myself, I returned to the present. I gritted my teeth, made up my mind, and pressed down on the doorknob. The unlocked door swung gently open. Lily, her heart filled with joy, ran inside, shouting, “Mommy…” However, the room was neatly tidied but empty. Lily looked back at me, puzzled. “Daddy, where’s Mommy?” I looked at the empty room, my expression blank for a moment, then I smiled and reassured Lily, “Daddy will call Seraphina right now!” I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed her number. From the other end came a cold automated message: “Hello, the number you have dialed is not answering.” Undeterred, I kept dialing. Lily’s eyes gradually dimmed, and she whispered, “Daddy, Mommy isn’t coming to my orientation, is she?” Her eyes were slightly red, filled with confusion and hurt, unable to understand why her mother had disappointed her yet again. I put away my phone, still smiling, and looked at Lily. “Seraphina probably… went to work. It’s okay, Lily. Daddy will always be with you, no matter what.” With that, I took Lily’s hand, and we left for school.

    The school entrance was bustling with people, a vibrant scene. I held Lily’s hand as we slowly walked into the school. Lily kept looking back, constantly turning her head and gazing behind her, muttering, “Daddy, do you think Mommy will suddenly appear behind us and surprise us?” Her voice held a hint of anticipation, mixed with a touch of self-reassurance. “Lily, Seraphina…” I looked down, my heart aching, and gently patted Lily’s head, about to offer comfort. Suddenly, Lily’s eyes lit up. She pointed excitedly at the road, jumping with joy and shouting, “Daddy, look! It’s Mommy’s car! Mommy really came!” Her voice was full of joyous surprise. Her previously dim eyes instantly sparkled with renewed light, and all gloom vanished. She couldn’t wait to run to her mother, eager to tell her so many things. I was surprised and turned to look at the road. A familiar car slowly pulled up to the curb. Then, Seraphina elegantly stepped out of the driver’s seat. “Mom…” Lily called out one word in excitement, but her voice abruptly cut off, and the smile on her face instantly froze. Following Lily’s gaze, I saw Seraphina open the back door and gently lift Leo, Julian’s son, out of the car. Leo held a lollipop, happily licking it. Julian walked beside them, holding Seraphina’s bag. The three of them laughed and chatted, looking like a happy family. Seraphina turned her head to talk to Julian, her face radiating happiness. Lily watched Seraphina holding Leo, her eyes filled with longing, and whispered, “Mommy…” Her eyes revealed boundless envy and disappointment. Seeing this, I immediately stepped forward and took Lily’s hand. I glared at Seraphina, calling out each word distinctly, “Se-ra-phi-na!” Seraphina heard my voice and instinctively looked forward. When she saw Lily and me, She froze, her smile instantly vanished, and she asked in surprise, “Liam? What are you two doing here?” “What am I doing here? That’s a great question!” My eyes burned with fury, and I spoke, barely suppressing my anger, “Because this is Lily’s school, and I’m here for her orientation ceremony!” Seraphina froze at my words. A look of embarrassment crossed her face, and she muttered, “Lily’s… orientation ceremony?” Julian looked at me, asking Seraphina with a bewildered expression, “Who is he?” Leo, lollipop still in his mouth, mumbled along, “Mommy Seraphina, who is he?” Seraphina’s heart fluttered. She instinctively put Leo down and said somewhat unnaturally, “He’s… someone insignificant!” Julian smiled, saying meaningfully, “Oh! An insignificant person, then.” He glanced at me, then teased, “Looking at your furious expression, one might think you’re her husband!” Seraphina immediately denied it, loudly saying, “Someone like him? How could he possibly be my husband?” She gritted her teeth, glaring at me. “Someone like him, every time I see him, it makes me sick to my stomach, utterly disgusted!” I laughed, exasperated. “I make you sick to your stomach? I disgust you? Fine, fine! Since Mr. Seraphina finds me so repulsive, then from now on, I’ll make sure to appear less often before Mr. Seraphina!” Seraphina’s breath hitched. She guiltily avoided my gaze, then took Leo’s hand and turned to Julian, softly saying, “Julian, let’s go! Leo can’t be late on his first day at his new school!” Julian replied, “Alright!” Seraphina, holding Leo’s hand, walked side-by-side with Julian, and the three of them passed directly by Lily and me. Just then, Leo suddenly turned back and stuck out his tongue at me, making a face. He even shouted, “Ugh! You’re so disgusting! You two are just disgusting for disgusting my dad, it’s disgusting to the core!” Seraphina paused at his words, about to say something. But Leo suddenly hurled his lollipop at Lily and me. I quickly shielded Lily. The lollipop hit me and bounced off. Lily angrily shouted at Leo, “You can’t insult my daddy! You can’t hit my daddy!” Leo made a smug face at Lily and arrogantly said, “Mommy Seraphina, I’ll protect you from now on!” He looked at me with disdain. “If you make me unhappy, I’ll hit you every time I see you!” Julian immediately pretended to scold Leo: “Leo, what are you doing? How can you be so rude? Apologize to the man right now!” Seraphina quickly interrupted, “Apologize for what?!” She bent down, smiling at Leo. “Leo did great! That’s what a man should do to protect a woman!” Then she gave me a contemptuous look. “Unlike some scum, who only takes advantage of others!” With that, Seraphina snorted at me, then took Leo’s hand and, with Julian, strode into the school. The anger in my heart was like a raging fire, with nowhere to vent. Lily, watching their retreating backs, emerged from behind me, tightly holding my hand. Her voice was filled with disappointment. “Daddy, I thought Mommy didn’t like children, that’s why she wouldn’t hug me. But it seems… she just doesn’t like me…” Her voice was choked with tears, and her eyes were constantly welling up. I wanted to comfort Lily, but my throat felt as if it were constricted. Lily suddenly looked up. “Daddy, is that the person Mommy loves?” Her eyes held a hint of bewilderment and sadness. I froze for a moment, then slowly nodded. Lily smiled understandingly. “Daddy, Mommy only has one chance left. If she…” She paused, her eyes growing resolute. “Then we’ll leave her forever!” Yet, even after Seraphina’s egregious behavior, A trace of love for her mother still lingered in her heart, hoping for a miracle in that last chance. I caressed my daughter’s head, saying with a pang of heartache, “Alright!” But someone who constantly disappoints doesn’t suddenly change. My heart had already turned cold, and I continuously planned the preparations for our departure. Lily smiled again, took my hand, and said, “Then, Daddy, let’s hurry! We’ll be late!” She tried to appear strong, not wanting to worry her father. But the unconcealable disappointment still betrayed her inner sadness. I held Lily’s hand, and we slowly walked into the school, facing the sunlight. Our figures stretched long, long in the sunlight. Sunlight poured over the school entrance, illuminating the ground brightly. I walked slowly out of the school, holding a transfer certificate. Just out of the school gate, I immediately spotted Julian waiting there. Julian stood tall, a hint of smugness on his face. I merely gave him a fleeting glance, then carefully put away the transfer certificate, ready to leave. But Julian seemed intent on causing trouble. Seeing me about to go, he quickly stepped forward. “Liam, is it?” His tone held a touch of arrogance. I glanced back at him, my heart undisturbed, having no intention of engaging with this boring man. I lifted my foot to continue walking. Julian said smugly, “I know you’re Seraphina’s rightful husband!” But his tone clearly held a hint of mockery. I heard his words and, surprised, looked back again. But soon, my expression returned to indifference, and I calmly said, “Not for long.” My voice was quiet, yet it carried a sense of finality. Julian sneered, his face full of derision: “Liam, who are you trying to fool with that ‘I don’t care’ act? Everyone knows you’ve been fawning over Seraphina for years!” He scoffed triumphantly, “But no matter how much you devoted yourself to Seraphina, in her heart, you’ll always just be a rapist! Seeing you only makes her sick!”

    I gave Julian a cold look, a wave of disgust rising in my heart. But I forced myself to endure it, not wanting to get further entangled with such a person, and once again lifted my foot to leave. “What? Can’t handle the truth?” Julian quickly stepped forward, directly blocking my path. “Liam, I advise you not to waste your time on Seraphina. She’s always loved and cared only for me. Our bond is unbreakable; no one can come between us.” “If I hadn’t left back then, a despicable lowlife like you wouldn’t have even had a chance to get near her!” Julian held his head high, his nose in the air, looking utterly superior. Hearing this, I merely asked coldly, “Really? If your bond was so unbreakable, why did you abandon her seven years ago and run off with that socialite in Northwood?” These words were like a sharp blade, stabbing directly at Julian’s sore spot, tearing away his facade. Julian’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. He glared at me furiously and shouted, “Shut up!” The corners of my mouth curled into a faint smile. “What? Did I hit a nerve, Mr. Julian?” Julian trembled with rage. He glowered at me, saying, “Liam, don’t think that just because you married Seraphina, you can actually have her. I’m telling you, my place in her heart is unmatched!” At this, his face again broke into that sinister smirk, “Do you believe me if I say, all I have to do is wave at her, and she’ll come running to me like a dog, wagging her tail?” Hearing Julian compare Seraphina to a dog, my previously controlled emotions instantly erupted. My face immediately darkened. I gritted my teeth and said coldly, “Normally, I don’t hit people!” The words were barely out of my mouth when I fiercely swung my fist, landing it squarely on Julian’s face. “But I hit animals! Julian, I’m warning you, clean up your mouth!” Julian staggered from the punch, nearly falling to the ground. He clutched his face, looking at me with disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and fury. Just then, a cry came, “Liam!” Julian and I both turned. Seraphina came rushing out of the school. Her steps were hurried, her expression anxious. She came straight over, forcefully pushed me, then quickly shielded Julian behind her. Seraphina glared at me furiously, shouting, “Liam, am I giving you too much leeway?!” Her eyes blazed with anger, as if she wanted to devour me. I clutched my face, instantly stunned. I looked at Seraphina, unable to believe my wife would so unjustly accuse me for the sake of another man. Seraphina nervously turned back, her eyes fixed on Julian. Julian’s face was now bruised and purple from my punch, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked rather disheveled. Seraphina’s heart ached. She reached out to touch the wound on Julian’s face, asking with deep concern, “Julian, are you okay? Does it hurt?” Julian gently shook his head, feigning bravery, “I’m fine, Seraphina, it doesn’t hurt.” As he spoke, he deliberately cast a fearful glance at me, adding fuel to the fire, “I don’t know what happened, he just suddenly attacked me…” Seraphina listened, then immediately turned back to me, demanding furiously, “Liam, did you take the wrong medicine today?” I was so angry I put my hands on my hips, pressing my tongue against the inside of my cheek where I’d been hit. Trying to suppress my rage, I began, “Seraphina, do you know what he just said about you…” But Seraphina wouldn’t let me finish. She angrily cut me off: “Who he is, what he says, what does it have to do with you? Liam, do you realize that what you’re doing only makes me more disgusted, more repulsed?!” “I disgust you?” Hearing this, a self-deprecating, defeated smile spread across my face. “Since I disgust you so much, I won’t offend your eyes any longer!” I looked up at the two of them. “Ms. Seraphina, I wish you both… a long and happy life together!” With that, I turned to leave. Seeing this, Seraphina immediately stepped forward and grabbed my sleeve. Her expression was imperious as she loudly demanded, “Liam, you hit someone and think you can just leave? Apologize to Julian!” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but let out a cynical laugh. “You want me to apologize to an idiot?” My eyes were full of disdain. I forcefully shook off Seraphina’s hand, stating resolutely, “Impossible!” Seraphina staggered from my force, almost falling. She looked at her empty hand for a moment, seemingly unable to believe I would do that to her. “Liam, you…” She was about to speak, but Julian interrupted. “Seraphina, it’s fine, I’m okay. Perhaps this gentleman… misunderstood something!” He reached up to touch his injured face, forcing a false smile, “Maybe he’s just jealous because he likes you so much and saw us together. After all, my Seraphina is so amazing!” As he spoke, he meaningfully glanced at me, his eyes filled with triumph and mockery. Then he deliberately, in front of me, intimately tucked a strand of hair behind Seraphina’s ear. Julian’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he continued, “I wonder what kind of man my Seraphina will marry in the future, but I bet it won’t be a kept man like this gentleman, who clearly only knows how to live off women.” His voice was soft, yet it cut through me like a sharp knife, piercing my heart. Seraphina’s body stiffened slightly at his words. She instinctively glanced at me. A flicker of complex emotion crossed her eyes. Quickly, she composed herself and awkwardly changed the subject. “Julian, let’s… let’s go first…” But Julian wasn’t ready to let me off easily. He took Seraphina’s hand, a seemingly innocent smile on his face, though cunningly hidden. “Seraphina! It seems this gentleman really likes you. Don’t you want to make things clear… so those pesky flies stop buzzing around the flower?” Seraphina was instantly enraged by his words. She glared at me furiously and shouted, “What right does he have to like me? What right does he have to hover around me?” She warned me, “Liam, if you don’t know your place, I will make sure you lose everything!” I scoffed. “Go ahead. I don’t care about anything you have anyway!” My eyes showed utter resolve. I had completely given up on Seraphina.

    Seraphina grew even angrier at my words, her chest heaving violently as she yelled, “Fine, Liam, you said it! You just wait and see!” With that, Seraphina turned to Julian. “Come on, Julian, I’ll take you to the doctor.” Julian smiled and replied, “Alright!” Seraphina pulled Julian along, and he suddenly glanced back at me. When our eyes met, Julian mouthed the word, “Loser!” He then smiled triumphantly, turned his head, and provocatively placed his hand on Seraphina’s waist. I stood rooted to the spot, watching their intimate backs, my hands clenched into tight fists. Seraphina, I hope you don’t regret this. Under the setting sun, the sky was painted crimson. At the school gates, the dismissal bell rang, and students poured out like a tide, laughter echoing in the air. Lily, with her small backpack, spotted me standing not far away. Her eyes instantly lit up. She happily ran towards me, shouting, “Daddy!” I patted Lily’s head and softly asked, “How was your first day of school? Did you have fun with your classmates?” Lily nodded vigorously, excitedly raising her hand to show me a gold star she held, saying, “Of course I did! The teacher even gave me a gold star!” Her small face radiated pride. The gold star shimmered brightly in the golden light of the setting sun. I immediately praised her, “Our Lily is so smart!” Just as Lily was happily smiling, her peripheral vision caught Seraphina walking out of the school, holding Leo. Lily turned her head to look, and I followed her gaze. Leo was listlessly slumped on Seraphina’s shoulder, his small face pale. Seraphina looked full of apologies, her tone sincere as she said, “Ms. Davis, I’m so sorry. Leo’s father had an emergency, so he couldn’t answer your call. My Leo is sick, and I’m so grateful for your care!” Ms. Davis smiled gently. “It’s quite alright, Leo’s mother. Leo just arrived from overseas and isn’t used to the environment here yet, plus it’s cold, which is why he got sick. Please take good care of him when you get home!” Seraphina’s expression softened, and she nodded. “I will! Thank you for your concern, teacher. I’ll take Leo home now!” Ms. Davis smiled and nodded. The moment Seraphina turned with Leo in her arms, her gaze swept over Lily and me, and she froze. Lily looked at Seraphina, her eyes filled with envy, and she unconsciously whispered, “Mommy…” Seraphina looked at Lily, a hint of awkwardness in her expression. She opened her mouth, intending to explain, but the words that came out were once again those of haughty arrogance: “What are you looking at? Leo’s sick, and Julian couldn’t make it, so I came to pick him up!” No sooner had Seraphina spoken than Leo spotted a vendor selling candied fruit skewers at the school gate, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately struggled in Seraphina’s arms. “Mommy Seraphina, Mommy Seraphina, I want candied fruit skewers!” Seraphina staggered slightly from Leo’s sudden movement. She quickly held him tighter, soothing him gently, “Alright, alright, Leo, Mommy Seraphina will buy you whatever you want!” “Really, Mommy Seraphina? I also want to go to the amusement park!” “Okay, once our Leo gets better, we’ll go to the amusement park!” Leo immediately cheered happily. Seraphina, holding Leo, strode past Lily and me, heading out of the school. When Leo saw Lily from Seraphina’s arms, his eyes darted slyly, and he pulled a face at Lily. Lily was utterly disappointed. She looked up at me, confused, “Daddy, I thought Mommy didn’t hug me because she didn’t like little kids, but it seems… she just doesn’t like *me*…” Her voice was choked with tears, and her eyes were constantly welling up. My heart ached. I sadly patted Lily’s head, unable to bear shattering the beautiful hope in Lily’s heart. My voice was hoarse and hesitant. “Maybe… maybe she would…” My gaze followed Seraphina’s retreating back. I sighed helplessly in my heart: Seraphina, how can I explain to our daughter that once prejudice takes root, it blinds you, making you stubborn and unwilling to see the truth… Lily thoughtfully glanced at Seraphina again, then smiled and reached out to take my hand. “Daddy, let’s go home!” I looked down at Lily, smiling softly. “Alright, let’s go home!” Bathed in the setting sun, I held Lily’s hand, and our figures slowly walked into the distance. … Night shrouded Seraphina’s mansion, the indoor lights soft. In the bathroom, Lily, dressed in her pajamas, strained to stand on a stool, reaching up to finally grasp the showerhead. Then, she closed her eyes and gently twisted it. Cold water instantly sprayed out, hitting her delicate face and body. “Mommy, if I got sick, would you… would you hug me too?” Meanwhile, in the kitchen, I wore comfortable loungewear with an apron tied around my waist. I placed the last dish on the dining table, untied my apron, and called towards Lily’s room, “Lily, Daddy made your favorite cola chicken wings! Come eat!” However, the room was silent. I frowned slightly, draped the apron over a dining chair, and walked towards Lily’s room. “Lily, dinner’s ready!” Pushing open Lily’s door, the room was empty. A surge of unease rose in my heart. I began to search everywhere. Suddenly, I heard a “clank” as something fell in the bathroom. My face instantly drained of color, and my heart clenched. I immediately ran towards the bathroom. Bursting through the bathroom door, the sight before me was unbearable. Lily lay on the floor, eyes closed, her face ashen, soaking wet. My heart felt as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly. I rushed over in a panic. My voice trembled, filled with endless dread, “Lily…” I immediately ran over, quickly turned off the shower, and in a frantic motion, took off my jacket, wrapping Lily in it with immense tension. I called softly, “Lily, Lily…” My voice was filled with worry and heartache. Lily struggled to open her eyes and weakly called out, “Daddy…” “Lily, what were you doing?” My voice was strained with panic. “Daddy, if Lily gets sick, will Mommy… come back to be with Lily?” Lily tried to force a smile. Hearing this, I froze completely, my eyes quickly welling up. “Lily, why are you so silly!” Forcing back my grief, I nervously picked Lily up. I held Lily, stumbling as I ran out. That night, returning from the hospital. Lily lay in bed, her small face flushed crimson from fever, looking incredibly weak, with a children’s cooling patch on her forehead. I sat by her bed, holding a thermometer, carefully checking the reading. After reading it, I sighed softly with relief. “100.2 degrees Fahrenheit.” I gently stroked Lily’s little face, saying with a pang of heartache, “Finally, the fever’s broken!” Lily, asleep in bed, instinctively snuggled into my hand, murmuring in her sleep, “Mommy… Mommy…” Her voice was faint, yet filled with longing. My movements stilled. A sharp pain pierced my heart. I softly called out, “Lily?” Lily remained deep in sleep. She whimpered in her sleep, even with a hint of crying, “Mommy, hug me, Mommy…” Watching my daughter like this, my heart ached beyond measure. I gently patted Lily, comforting her, “Lily, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s here!”

    Lily seemed to hear my voice and suddenly opened her tear-filled eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. She sobbed, “Daddy… I want Mommy, I want Mommy to hug me…” My breathing abruptly grew heavier. I forced back the inner pain and said, “Okay, Daddy will call Mommy and ask her to come back, okay?” Lily weakly replied, “Okay…” I immediately pulled out my phone and found Seraphina’s number. I looked at the familiar yet strange number, thinking to myself: Seraphina, this is Lily’s last chance for you. I hope you don’t disappoint her again! I took a deep breath, composed myself, and then pressed the dial button. From the other end came a cold, robotic female voice: “Hello, the number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later…” I frowned, but didn’t give up, continuing to dial. On the third attempt, the call finally connected. However, the other end was filled with noisy commotion, like being in a lively party. Ignoring where Seraphina might be, I quickly said, “Seraphina, Lily has a fever; she…” Before I could finish, Seraphina’s impatient, angry voice cut me off: “Liam, are you a stubborn disease? Why do you always bother me? I’m warning you, I have important things to handle out here. If you dare bother me again, just get lost!” With that, the call was abruptly hung up. My face was livid with rage. I didn’t want to disappoint Lily again, so I had no choice but to keep calling Seraphina’s number. The phone tone sounded again: “Hello, the number you have dialed is switched off!” I was about to continue calling when my phone received a multimedia message from an unknown number. I paused, then clicked it open. It was a video, accompanied by a text message: “Liam, look how much Seraphina loves Leo, how much she loves children!” My hands trembling, I tapped to play the video. In the video, many people were gathered, celebrating a birthday. Leo sat in the middle, with Seraphina and Julian standing on either side of him, the three of them looking like a family. They were singing “Happy Birthday.” After the song, Seraphina leaned down, patiently coaxing Leo: “Leo, make a wish!” Leo clasped his hands together, his eyes tightly closed, earnestly making a wish to the cake, even speaking it aloud: “My wish is for Mommy Seraphina to become my real mom!” Seraphina stroked Leo’s head, saying gently, “Leo’s wish is so small; of course, Mommy Seraphina will make it come true! So – from now on, I’ll be Leo’s mom!” “Really?” Leo turned back in surprise, looking at Seraphina. Seraphina smiled and nodded. Instantly, the surrounding crowd cheered, pulling party poppers in celebration. “Congratulations to Julian and Seraphina! After seven years, you’ve rekindled your love and reunited!” Leo cheered excitedly, “I have a mommy! I have a mommy again!” He turned to Julian. “Daddy, let’s cut the cake with Mommy!” Julian’s face held a doting smile, and he nodded. “Alright!” Leo held the cake knife first, Seraphina gently held Leo’s hand, and Julian then held Seraphina’s hand. The three of them slowly cut the cake together. The video ended there. I gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force. I gritted my teeth in anger, the fury in my heart threatening to consume me. Seraphina, your own child is burning up with fever at home, and you’re rushing off to be someone else’s stepmother! Just then, I turned my head and saw Lily had opened her eyes, silently watching me. I instantly panicked. I quickly put away my phone, my voice soft and gentle, “Lily…” Lily placed her hand on mine, weakly saying, “Daddy, I heard everything!” My heart ached. I looked at my daughter, my eyes filled with guilt. “Daddy, Seraphina has no more chances. We… let’s leave!” Her voice, though weak, was incredibly firm. I sadly reached up and stroked Lily’s face, saying, “Alright!” In the dimly lit room, I sat by the bed, softly coaxing Lily to sleep. On the nightstand, the pieced-together family photo was turned face down. … The next morning, sunlight filtered through the hotel curtains, spilling into the room. The sharp ring of my phone alarm shattered the room’s quiet. Seraphina lay in bed, woken by the alarm. She reached for her phone to check the time. On the phone screen, there was a SnapChat message from me: *How ironic that innocent young Lily, desperate for a shred of motherly love, even showered in cold water to get sick. Yet, you cruelly crushed her last bit of hope. Seraphina, Lily and I couldn’t melt your heart, so we grant you your freedom.* Seraphina sat up, annoyance etched on her face. She mumbled, “What’s Liam’s problem so early in the morning?!” She was about to call and scold me, but then she saw her call log and froze. Memories of yesterday’s events flickered in her mind. Inside a hotel private room, the lights were dazzling, and a group of people were celebrating Leo’s birthday. Everyone was singing “Happy Birthday,” their voices cheerful. Just then, my phone call came in, its ringtone conspicuously loud in the private room. She ignored it, but the phone kept ringing relentlessly, drawing everyone’s gaze. She answered, annoyed. My voice came through the phone: “Seraphina, Lily has a fever; she…” She immediately snapped, cutting me off impatiently, “If she has a fever, give her medicine! Liam, you’re a grown man; do you really need to tell me about a small thing like a fever?” She angrily hung up the phone then, tossing it aside. She then put on a smile again, telling Leo, “Come on, let’s continue celebrating your birthday!” She pulled herself out of the memory. Seraphina muttered to herself, “Did I mishear last night? Was it Lily who was sick, not Liam?” Another scene flashed through Seraphina’s mind. She and Lily stood in front of a cake shop. The shop lights streamed through the glass door, illuminating them. She was on the phone, dealing with work, her expression focused. Lily, meanwhile, stood at the glass window, eyes wide, gazing longingly at a Barbie doll cake, her small face filled with desire. After hanging up, Seraphina saw Lily staring at the cake and paused for a moment. Then she walked over and led Lily away. Lily kept looking back at the cake, her eyes filled with reluctance. Seraphina murmured softly, “Six years… I guess I’ve never actually bought Lily a cake…” She thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and called her assistant: “Go buy me a Barbie doll cake and have it delivered to my doorstep to wait for me…” Seraphina hung up, got out of bed, grabbed her coat, and hurried out of the room.

    At noon, a convoy of luxury cars drove majestically, slowly pulling up to Seraphina’s mansion. In Lily’s room, Lily reluctantly looked at the photo on her nightstand. Beneath the photo lay divorce papers and a letter. She reached out and carefully touched Seraphina’s picture. I stood at Lily’s door, taking a call: “The car to pick you up has arrived. Get ready and bring Lily into the car. I’ll be waiting for you at the Grand Regency Hotel.” “Got it!” Hanging up, I turned to Lily and said, “Lily, let’s go!” “Okay!” Lily picked up the photo frame and slowly placed it face down on top of the divorce papers and letter. Then, she turned and ran towards me. I smiled faintly, then took Lily’s hand and my suitcase, striding towards the door. At the same time, around the corner of the mansion, the assistant waited quietly, holding an exquisite Barbie cake. Seraphina elegantly stepped out of her car, took the cake, then hurried towards the mansion. As Lily and I exited the mansion, two bodyguards emerged from one of the luxury cars and immediately took our suitcases. We stood in front of the mansion, glancing back at the house. Seraphina, carrying the cake, walked out from around the corner, smiling as she headed forward. Her gaze was fixed ahead, not noticing the people passing by. I turned, hugging Lily as we got into the car. The convoy started, slowly driving away. I sat with Lily in my arms. Lily turned her head to look out the window, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. The car window slowly went up, and Lily turned her head to face forward. Just then, the moving car perfectly passed by Seraphina, who was carrying the cake. Seraphina was completely unaware of our near miss, and continued walking towards the mansion. The car window fully closed. Seraphina, carrying the cake, smiled as she entered the mansion. Her figure vanished behind the door, and the convoy slowly drove away, leaving behind a silence… Seraphina, carrying the exquisite Barbie cake, walked into the mansion, only to find it empty. She instinctively looked towards the kitchen. Images from the past couldn’t help but flash through her mind:

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  • In my previous life, I forced my uncle who was not related to me to marry me. After my tragic death and rebirth, I turned around and left.

    I was about to marry the man I grew up with, the one I called Uncle, even though we weren’t related by blood. That night, I was too excited to sleep, so I booked a flight home for the wedding. But the moment I stepped through the door, I saw him, Julian Harrison, kneeling with his girlfriend, Cassie Monroe, begging Grandpa Harrison for his blessing. The scars on Julian’s back were horrifying. “Grandpa, this is my fault. I have to take responsibility. I’ll talk to Sera.” Grandpa Harrison looked at me, seeking my opinion. My face was a mask. “Fine. The wedding is off.” Everyone froze, surprised by how quickly I agreed. After all, everyone knew how possessive I was of my uncle figure. The truth was, I had been reborn. In my past life, because I’d said no. Cassie had run out, distraught, and was tragically hit by a truck, dying instantly, along with the baby she was carrying. After that, Julian became a shell of a man. He married me, kissed me, slept with me. Once, when I was hemorrhaging badly during childbirth, Julian refused to sign my critical condition notice. Yet, he sat by Cassie’s grave all night. Lying on that cold operating table, feeling my life slip away, I finally understood everything. Julian truly didn’t love me. So this life, I was determined to let go. “Sera, don’t feel sorry for him because he got beaten, don’t talk nonsense. The Harrison family has never had a shotgun wedding. Even if it wasn’t for you, I’d still beat him half to death!” Seeing Grandpa Harrison raise his whip to strike again, I quickly intervened. “Grandpa, I’m serious. I’ve realized my feelings for Julian were just gratitude and a child’s dependence, not love.” I said the words, my face blank, though they were a lie. I knew, deep down, that my feelings for Julian were indeed love. From the moment I’d seen him, kneeling in his sharp suit, his back still straight despite the whip marks, my heart had fluttered. His tie was loose, two buttons of his shirt undone. This mature charm was something I never saw in men my age. Grandpa Harrison lowered his hand, sighing. “Sera, if you’ve truly made up your mind, then so be it.” I nodded obediently and helped Grandpa Harrison to his study. Before entering, I glanced back at the two of them. Julian was carefully checking Cassie for injuries, his gaze never once falling on me. He had knelt like that before, been beaten by Grandpa before. Only last time, it was for me. This time, it was for his pregnant girlfriend, begging Grandpa for his blessing. Inside the study, Grandpa Harrison prepared his calligraphy supplies, using the brush to express his troubled mood. I sat quietly beside him. After a long while, Grandpa Harrison finally spoke to me. “Do you really not like Julian anymore? You used to make him feed you every meal, even water. You’d throw a fit if he wasn’t the first person you saw when you woke up. If you change your mind, I’ll tie him up and bring him to you for the wedding next week, even if I have to do it myself.” My family had been kind to the Harrisons, and our engagement had been set since childhood. But a sudden car accident had left me an orphan, my family vanished. Though Grandpa Harrison had treated me like his own granddaughter since I was little, it was really out of respect for my parents. Losing my loved ones, could I still find someone truly devoted to me? Even Julian, the man I once thought would be with me forever, now had a girlfriend. I pulled at my lips, then forced a smile. “Grandpa, you’re talking about things from three years ago. I’m not a child anymore. I know what I’m doing, and I hope you’ll trust me.” Grandpa Harrison’s hand paused in his writing, then he chuckled a few seconds later. “I’m getting old and confused. I forgot you’d been studying abroad for three years. It’s good to have you back.” Back then, I had refused to leave Julian and go abroad alone, to a place without him. Julian had finally promised that if I came back after my studies, he would marry me. Only then did I agree. But as soon as I arrived abroad, Julian blocked all my contact information, disappearing completely from my life. I just assumed he’d done it so I would focus on my studies, and for three years, I hadn’t cried or made a fuss, keeping my distance. Now, though, I understood. Julian had been trying to get rid of me. I stayed with Grandpa Harrison for several hours, practicing calligraphy and chatting about interesting things from abroad. When I finally emerged, Julian was waiting at the door. I ignored him, walking straight to my room. Julian followed silently. The moment I opened my door, he blocked it, pushing his way in and pinning me against it. “Three years, and you don’t recognize me?” Only then did I call out, “Uncle.” Julian looked displeased, his handsome brows furrowing. Though calling him Uncle wasn’t wrong, ever since I’d confessed my feelings, I’d always called him by his first name. That ‘Uncle’ made him feel like I was deliberately keeping my distance. Julian felt a surge of irritation. Just as he was about to speak, a woman’s voice suddenly came from outside the door. “Julian, did you tell Sera about the wedding? I’m feeling some morning sickness, but I don’t know where the restroom is.” Julian snapped back to reality, opened the door, and pulled Cassie into his arms, his eyes filled with doting affection. “Not yet. I was just talking to Sera.” He turned, his gaze instantly becoming distant. “Our wedding next week, yours and mine, is being changed to me and Cassie. Cassie doesn’t have many friends here, so you can be her bridesmaid.” Cassie smiled triumphantly, nestled in Julian’s arms. “Sera, please. I’ll treat you to wedding candy next week.” I agreed, my face still blank. I was determined to have no further relationship with Julian. What did it matter if I helped him a little? Consider it repaying his kindness for raising me. Once I fulfilled the three requests I’d promised him, I would leave, no matter what. To live my own life. After Julian left with Cassie, I opened my suitcase. The first thing I saw was the photo frame I’d carefully protected in a box. It held the only picture of Julian and me together. In the photo, I was smiling brightly, and Julian had made bunny ears above my head with his hand. Julian, usually so serious and stern, had given in to my persistent begging and worn a bunny headband. Back then, I always thought Julian and I would live like that forever. I never imagined he would get married. When I was fifteen, I first heard Julian was going to have an arranged marriage.

    I cried all night, locked myself in my room, and refused to eat for three days, all to make Julian feel guilty and concerned. I knew Julian, who usually worried if I even lost a single strand of hair, wouldn’t be able to bear it. This method of hurting myself only worked on him. And just as I expected. I starved myself for three days, and Julian coaxed me gently outside my door for three days. He talked until his voice was hoarse and his eyes were red, yet he still wouldn’t give up. Finally, after he promised he would never marry and would only stay with me forever, I opened the door. That day, the man who had just been rejected from an engagement was happier than if he’d won the world. The moment I opened the door, Julian rushed in and hugged me tightly. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he kept repeating, terrified, “As long as you’re okay, as long as you’re okay.” I looked at the two people in the photo, tears welling up in my eyes, uncontrollably falling onto the picture. At that moment, an urgent knocking suddenly sounded outside my door. Julian’s anxious voice filled the air. “Sera, what are you doing in there? Open the door!” “Sera, don’t scare me, okay? Sera!” Lost in my memories, I hadn’t heard the knocking. By the time I stood up to open the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Caught off guard, my forehead was struck, and I cried out in pain. Julian stood there, holding the broken lock, his face dark. But when he saw me clutching my forehead, my face streaked with tears. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, unable to breathe. Julian rushed forward to examine my wound. Before he could even speak, his mouth was already blowing on the spot. “You’ve been in there so long, I was really worried about you.” Hearing his familiar words, tears welled up in my eyes again. Just then, Cassie gasped downstairs. Julian immediately stopped, turning to rush downstairs. When I went out, I saw Julian holding Cassie’s hand, gently placing it on his face. “Let the maid do things like serving dishes. You’re pregnant, you need to be careful with everything.” He pulled out a chair for Cassie, then blew on the hot soup in his hand, cooling it, before personally feeding it to her. I stood upstairs for a long time, watching this tenderness that once belonged only to me, my heart a tangle of emotions. I’d only been abroad for three years, and Julian already had a child. His promise to never marry and stay with me forever, it was all a lie. Perhaps I was always meant to live in this world alone. Unconsciously, large tears rolled down onto my hands clutching the banister. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cried today, but it didn’t matter. From now on, I wouldn’t shed another tear for Julian. After composing myself, I calmly went downstairs for dinner. At that moment, all I wanted was to finish this meal, then go upstairs and adjust to the time difference. But Julian didn’t want to let me go, displaying his adoration for Cassie at the dining table. Cassie had a poor appetite and wanted Julian’s sweet and sour fish, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen. If Cassie had a grain of rice on her lip, he pulled out sanitizing wipes designed for pregnant women and gently cleaned her mouth. When Cassie complained of a sore back midway through the meal, he pulled her chair closer and massaged her waist with one hand. I watched silently, simply eating my dinner. Cassie blushed, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally falling on me. “Julian, you spoil me too much. I’m only a little over a month pregnant, and you’re making such a fuss. You’ll make me even more dependent on you.” Julian stared at me for a few seconds. Seeing no sign of impatience in me, his eyes held a complex expression. He didn’t respond to Cassie, just fed her the last spoonful of soup in her bowl. “You must have been scared today. Get a good night’s sleep tonight, you still have to go wedding dress shopping tomorrow.” Julian put down the bowl, his face expressionless as he looked at me. “We won’t need you as a bridesmaid anymore. This is my first wedding, everything needs to be auspicious. Tomorrow, you’ll accompany Cassie to pick out her wedding dress.” I, who had kept my head down, finally looked up. Was Julian saying I was unlucky? Just because I was the one who got called off? I gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Okay.” Hearing my reply, Julian’s back, as he was leaving with Cassie, suddenly froze. “Sera, you’ve grown up in three years. I’m relieved you can think this way.” He said, then continued to walk away. The food in my mouth tasted like ash. I looked at the bowl of soup Julian had specially cooled for me. This small bowl, decorated with my favorite cartoon character from my childhood, had been handmade by Julian when I was ten. Julian was good at everything, except drawing. The crooked, wobbly lines were from the best of the dozens he’d made. Only then did I realize. Julian had been by my side for fifteen years. He had almost completely taken over my past. I looked up and drank the soup from the small bowl. It was cold, but not as cold as my heart felt now. After finishing it, I tossed the small bowl into the trash. That night, I lay in bed, my mind replaying all my memories with Julian. Usually, at this hour, I would be lying obediently in bed, waiting for Julian to come tell me a bedtime story. But now, I listened to the sounds of heavy breathing coming from Julian’s room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The sounds of passion, one after another, were like sharp swords piercing my heart, making me wish I were dead. Because I was so exhausted, I finally fell into a deep sleep sometime after midnight. The next day, I was woken by the sound of things being smashed in Julian’s room. When I woke, dawn was just breaking.

    Julian and Cassie were having a furious argument. Julian stormed out, and Cassie collapsed weakly on the balcony, crying. The next second, Cassie spotted me, peeking from outside the door. Cassie wiped away her tears and waved me over with a bright smile. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t refuse Cassie; after all, she was the beautiful senior I admired most. I eventually walked over and sat with Cassie on the balcony. Cassie was crying so beautifully, her face streaked with tears, it took my breath away. But even someone like her worried about love. Cassie raised her hand and touched my face, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips. “They all say you look a lot like me, seven or eight parts, actually. At first, I didn’t believe it. Now it seems, you really do look a bit like my non-biological sister.” “When you went to study abroad, I threw his phone away so he couldn’t contact you. I’d fallen in love with him long before. For someone like me to become his friend, it was fate’s blessing.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying. Cassie had already pulled my hand to her stomach. “Sera, do you know? I got this child by drugging Julian; he doesn’t love me at all. I know what I did was wrong to you, but if I didn’t do it, I would never have been able to marry Julian. You know what happened to me, you’ll understand me, right?” Cassie bared her arm, holding it up to me. I looked at the shocking scars, my expression complex. Cassie’s ex-boyfriend, resentful that she broke up with him, had called a few thugs to assault her after they split. I knew, because I was the one who called Julian afterward, and we went to the police station together to report it. But because of that, Cassie and Julian had crossed paths. Cassie leaned weakly against the cold wall, her eyes vacant. “Last night, after he walked me to my room, he went out drinking. He came back late at night, climbed into my bed, and, hazy with alcohol, started kissing me and taking off my clothes. I was even a little happy, thinking he had feelings for me, but the name he kept mumbling was always someone else’s, even on our first night.” At this, Cassie’s eyes turned hateful as she looked at me. Seeing me still silent, showing no reaction, Cassie’s breathing grew rapid, a hint of desperation in her eyes. She suddenly sat up, gripping my hand. “Sera, you won’t steal him from me, will you? I’m already carrying his child. The baby is innocent and can’t be without a father.” Feeling Cassie’s hopeful gaze, I said blandly, “I don’t like Julian anymore. You don’t need to worry.” I didn’t know what Julian’s feelings for me were. I only knew that in my past life, when I had cried and screamed, refusing Julian’s marriage to Cassie, Cassie had broken down and died. From that moment, Julian had lost his soul, becoming like a puppet on strings. Later, when I was hemorrhaging during childbirth, clinging to life, he had unhesitatingly abandoned both my life and our child’s. This life, no matter what, I didn’t want to repeat that tragedy. When the two of them came out, Julian was leaning against the car, smoking thoughtfully. Today he wore a black shirt and dress pants, his sleeves rolled up, revealing toned muscles and the sexy lines of his veins. My breath hitched involuntarily. As if remembering I disliked the smell of smoke, or perhaps seeing Cassie was pregnant, Julian put out his cigarette. He pulled a diamond necklace worth millions from his pocket and fastened it around Cassie’s neck. He glanced at me, then leaned down to whisper in Cassie’s ear. “Baby, I’m sorry. I promise I won’t raise my voice at you again. Can you forgive me?” Cassie nodded, seemingly surprised that Julian would apologize proactively. Julian smiled, satisfied, and kissed Cassie’s brow. “Pick any wedding dress today, darling. Husband’s paying.” He leaned in to kiss Cassie’s lips, but she pushed him away. “Mmm, didn’t you get enough last night? Sera’s still here.” Julian seemed to notice me then, his brows furrowed, annoyed at being interrupted. “It’s fine. I just have to learn to accept the fact that I’m an outsider.” Yes, I was an outsider. The person closest to me in this world was gone. Julian coldly ordered me into the car. I obediently sat in the backseat. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the two outside the car, kissing passionately, as if deliberately demonstrating their affection. This time, Julian kissed her much longer than usual. Ten minutes later, the car door opened. Julian, while helping Cassie buckle her seatbelt, stole another kiss. Cassie’s face instantly flushed, and she playfully accused Julian of being insatiable. Julian, however, was unfazed. He looked up at me in the rearview mirror. “Cassie will be marrying into the family next week. You need to get used to our dynamic. Remember, *I* am the lady of this house.” I seriously watched the scenery passing by outside the window, my face expressionless. “I understand, Uncle.” Julian heard the answer he wanted, but he wasn’t as happy as he’d expected. Instead, the words sounded incredibly grating, stirring an inexplicable irritation within him. Cassie softly chastised Julian. “Don’t be so serious with Sera. If she hadn’t talked to me so much just now, I wouldn’t have forgiven you so quickly.” Julian dotingly stroked Cassie’s head. “Whatever you say.” Throughout the ride, I maintained my role as an “outsider,” not disturbing their romantic discussion of wedding plans. The car soon arrived at the bridal shop, and I, relieved, was the first to get out. Cassie, however, tugged at me, insisting on getting ice cream from across the street.

    Julian smiled indulgently at this, returning to the car to get his phone. I didn’t want to play the role of “close sisters” with Cassie, and I tried to wriggle my hand free from her grasp. But Cassie, using the momentum, stumbled backward. Just then, a car passed by, crashing directly into Cassie. By the time I reached out to pull her, it was too late. I watched in horror as Cassie was thrown to the ground, blood pooling around her. The next second, I heard Julian’s furious roar. “Sera, you want to die!” I didn’t know how I ended up at the hospital. When I regained consciousness, Julian was having his bodyguards escort me to donate blood for Cassie. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Julian fiercely yanked my hand, pinning it before the nurse. “Sera, you’ll pay for what you did! Cassie is lying in the operating room, fighting for her life. If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll never let you, her killer, off the hook!” I stood there, stunned. The adoration Julian once held for me was gone, replaced by a raging hatred in his eyes. I refused to yield, struggling constantly. “It wasn’t me, I didn’t push her. Julian, please believe me.” I shook my head repeatedly, my eyes filled with desperate pleas. But Julian acted as if he hadn’t heard, coldly commanding the nurse. “Take as much blood as Cassie needs! Do whatever it takes to save her life!” I knew there was nothing I could do, and I gave a self-deprecating laugh. In my past life, Julian hadn’t been willing to save me. This life, to save Cassie’s life, he was again disregarding my well-being. I was wrong. Neither in my past life nor this one had Julian ever loved me. Why should I humiliate myself further? As the blood was slowly drawn from my body, I felt incredibly thirsty and couldn’t stop shivering. When the nurse finished drawing the last bag of blood, I was already drifting into a daze, my body utterly drained, devoid of life. Just before I lost consciousness. I weakly uttered three words. “That’s number two.” This was the second request I’d promised Julian. Just one more, and I could escape this place forever, to somewhere Julian wasn’t. I woke up again in the middle of the night. I’d been on an IV drip all day. The moment I opened my eyes, the nurse who had been guarding me rushed out. “Mr. Harrison, Ms. Sterling is awake.” A few minutes later, Julian brought in over a dozen top specialists to examine me. They filled the entire room. I scanned the room but didn’t see Julian. After the examination, the nurse accompanied me to the restroom. Passing by a luxurious VIP room, I saw Julian kneeling by Cassie’s bedside. “Cassie, even though we lost the baby, you still have me! We’ll get married next week and have another child, I’ll be with you forever, okay? While you were unconscious, I was terrified. I knelt outside your room, begging heaven for you to wake up. I’d do anything if you just woke up.” Julian frantically slapped himself. Cassie, lying in bed, turned her head away, unmoved. “Cassie, you can hit me or yell at me, but please don’t ignore me.” Cassie still showed no reaction. Julian knelt for half an hour, and I stood outside watching for half an hour. During the time I was unconscious, I thought Julian would regret it, that he would worry about my safety and wait for me to wake up. After all, when I had a high fever at twelve, Julian, to bring my fever down, had driven alone in the middle of the night to the most renowned mountain temple, miles away. Julian, who never believed in deities, had walked step by step, bowing, climbing a full 999 stairs, and knelt there for a day and a night, begging heaven for his beloved girl to recover. He would run countless red lights to rush back to the hospital before dawn, just so I would see him first when I woke up. At that time, the nurses all said. I was Julian’s life. The person he would protect with his entire life. I too once thought I was special to him. But now, Julian, who was once so proud, was humbly kneeling by Cassie’s bedside, begging for forgiveness, promising to be with Cassie forever. It wasn’t until the nurse beside me reminded me not to stand too long that I snapped back to reality. The moment I turned, Julian saw me outside the door. He didn’t understand how things had come to this. He thought, after his wedding with Cassie next week, he would explain everything to me. I would understand his difficulties. I returned to my room, only to see someone carrying away my bedding. Seeing me, the person grumbled. “Ms. Sterling, Mr. Harrison wants me to tell you that this room has been vacated. If you need to recover, please go home.” Before leaving, I heard the person mumble under their breath. “Thought she was so favored, but she’s just a jinx clinging to the Harrison family. And now she’s killed the Harrison family’s flesh and blood in Ms. Monroe’s womb. Just had a few bags of blood drawn and she wants to pretend to be pitiful and stay in the hospital.” I just listened to what they said in silence. Without Julian’s tacit approval, no one would dare speak to me like that. Living under someone else’s roof, I naturally understood that principle. But it was the middle of the night, and there were no cars on the road, so I could only walk home. By the time I arrived, dawn was just breaking.

    My feet were covered in blisters, and my head felt dizzy. I looked at myself in the mirror, lips cracked, face pale, and suddenly smiled. I remembered the day I was brought to the Harrison family. Everyone had called me a jinx then, and no one wanted to adopt me. It was Julian, just starting his career, who stepped forward and said he would protect me for life. He didn’t just drive me everywhere; he had dozens of chefs just for my meals. I could barely remember the last time I had walked such a long distance. Just as I was about to go back to my room, Julian suddenly returned. The moment he saw me, Julian blurted out. “Hungry? I’ll make breakfast.” Only then did he realize I was no longer the clingy girl from three years ago. His smile froze, and he sank tiredly onto the sofa. I chose to ignore him, turning and heading upstairs. Whether from extreme exhaustion or fainting again, I slept for a day and a night. When I woke, no one was beside me. But there were signs someone had been sitting on the bed. I paid it no mind, opened my phone, and booked a flight ticket. Only one request left, then I could leave this place forever. But the moment I opened my phone, I received countless abusive DMs on social media. “Vampire, jinx, get out of the Harrison family!” “Being adopted by the Harrison family wasn’t enough, you even dared to dream of marrying into it! Ms. Monroe is so pitiful, and you even killed her baby!” “Why weren’t you the one who died in the car accident! A malicious person like you doesn’t deserve to live!” Message after message flooded in, overwhelming me. For the entire next day, I received packages from different places and different people every hour. There were black and white photos of me and my parents; blood-stained knives; all sorts of strange spiders and centipedes; and creepy prank toys. Eventually, the packages piled up into a mountain, and I didn’t even dare to approach the front door. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. On the day of the car accident, I clearly hadn’t meant to harm Cassie, only to save her. Even if she had taken the thing I cherished most. If only there was a video to prove my innocence. Right! The bridal shop had surveillance cameras. With that thought, I immediately got up and rushed to the bridal shop. But when I arrived, the owner just said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Ms. Sterling, the surveillance camera was indeed broken that day.” I didn’t give up, turning to run to other stores. It didn’t matter, even a tiny bit of footage would help. But after asking everyone on the street, every owner gave me the same excuse. The entire street, over a dozen stores, and not a single one had surveillance footage! At that moment, someone on the street recognized me. “Isn’t that the adopted daughter who killed the Harrison family’s flesh and blood? How dare you show your face!” The person said, then threw a freshly bought egg at me. It hit me squarely on the head. The egg cracked, shell mixed with yolk, staining my carefully styled hair, sticky and running down my neck into my dress. The crowd gathered quickly, like sharks smelling blood. “She looks pretty and sweet, but her heart is so malicious!” “The Harrison family showed her kindness, but she didn’t even feel grateful, instead harming a Harrison family member! She’s truly the modern version of ‘The Farmer and the Snake’!” “Let’s all unite and drive her out of Northwood!” With that, the crowd surged towards me. I turned and ran, all the way home. Once home, I piled all the packages outside and set them on fire. As the flames ignited, growing higher, I could no longer hold back my tears and sobbed loudly. I had never meant to hurt anyone, so why did everyone treat me like an enemy? Suddenly, I received a message from Cassie. “Sera, you promised to give Julian to me. Why are you still checking the surveillance footage? Do you want him to hate me! If you have any conscience, I hope you’ll stop. Only then will Julian believe, and completely stop loving you.” So, this was all her doing. But now, it wasn’t a question of whether I wanted to give up, but that I couldn’t find any evidence to prove my innocence. The flames continued to rise, burning higher and higher. The next second, someone embraced me. Julian held me tenderly, stroking my head gently, reaching up to wipe away the tears from my eyes. “Sera, don’t cry.” When I cried, Julian felt his heart breaking. Smelling his familiar scent, I instinctively wanted to burrow into his arms, to find the long-lost sense of security. But when I caught the faint smell of hospital disinfectant clinging to Julian, I unhesitatingly pulled away from his embrace. No amount of cologne could cover that pungent antiseptic smell. From yesterday until now, I had been under continuous cyberbullying. Julian, who dealt with the internet daily, couldn’t possibly be unaware. Yet, he had never once shown concern for me, always staying at the hospital with his fiancée, Cassie. Julian looked utterly surprised when I pushed him away. Since returning home, I had pushed him away more than once. But this time, he felt more frantic than ever before. As if something was slipping away from him, something he could no longer grasp. He hugged me tighter, filled with a deep fear. This time, no matter how much I struggled, Julian wouldn’t let go. “Sera, don’t leave me, I’m begging you. Just give me a little more time, wait for me, okay?” Julian’s panic was clear in his eyes. I couldn’t understand how he, who was getting married next week, could shamelessly say such a thing. But strangely, a flicker of hope ignited within me. If Julian didn’t make a third request, could I perhaps stay by his side forever? I knew it was impossible, and sure enough. The next second, Julian whispered his final request in my ear. “Sera, will you apologize to Cassie, please?” At his words, it felt like a bolt from the blue, leaving me stunned.

    He wanted me, the victim, to apologize to the perpetrator? Was this his third request? I looked up, incredulous, seeking confirmation. “Are you sure you want me to apologize to Cassie? Julian, I didn’t push her.” But Julian just nodded, again and again, looking somewhat helpless. “Sera. Cassie lost her child, a pain I can’t bear for her. One last time, I promise, one last time.” Seeing Julian’s humbled expression, I closed my eyes and nodded. He was no longer the man I once loved. “Okay. That’s three.” One last time. Julian didn’t understand what I meant by “second time” or “third time.” He only knew that once I apologized, he could tell me everything and we could go back to how we were. Little did he know, things wouldn’t go as planned. I had thought I would simply be taken to the hospital to say a quick apology to Cassie. But to my surprise, Julian had called a press conference, intending to publicly support Cassie in front of the whole world. When the bodyguards brought me to the stage like a criminal, Julian was elegantly ascending with Cassie in his arms. After two days, Cassie looked much better. She was vibrant, her eyes full of trust and anticipation for love. In a place unseen by others, Cassie mouthed a sentence to me. “I’m sorry, I won again this time. Julian truly cares for me.” After Julian gave a distorted account of events, I was brought before the flashing cameras. In the hall filled with a hundred people, I, the innocent, bowed in apology to the culprit. Just when I thought it was all over, Julian had someone bring a cup of “forgiveness tea.” If Cassie accepted it and took a sip, it meant she was willing to forgive me. I resignedly took the steaming tea, holding it out to Cassie. But as I waited, minute after minute, Cassie remained nestled in Julian’s arms. “Julian, I’m still so dizzy.” Finally, just as my hands were thoroughly scalded red, Cassie took the cup. “Julian, the tea’s too hot, I won’t drink it. I don’t feel well, I want to go home.” Julian nodded, ending the press conference. Afterward, I declined Julian’s offer to drive me home. I walked back to the Harrison estate alone. Julian stood by the open car door, watching my retreating back. He couldn’t wait another second. No one knew how much he wanted to run over, embrace this stubborn, heartbreaking girl tightly, and soothe all her past grievances. He remembered the first time he saw me. A little girl barely reaching his waist, her face full of fear, standing behind him, tugging at his shirt, whispering, “Thank you for adopting me, I’ll be very obedient.” It wasn’t until Cassie called out to him that he snapped back to reality. Julian thought, soon, very soon. After he took Cassie to the hospital for a check-up, he would immediately turn the car around and go home. But he didn’t know that the moment he arrived at the hospital, I had already packed my bags and left for the airport. I sat in the taxi, watching the familiar car beside me run several red lights. In my heart, I quietly said, “Julian, goodbye. And good riddance.” The two cars sped past each other. Julian anxiously pressed the accelerator, only one thought in his mind. To explain everything to Sera, to give her a long-overdue hug.

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  • After the Professional Simp Went on Strike, the School Hunk Was Crying with Regret.

    I was broke. Like, couldn’t afford tuition broke. So broke, I’d do almost anything. One day, a mysterious person approached me. They wanted me to become the ultimate simp for Liam, the most popular guy at our school. He said he was Liam’s enemy. The more I annoyed Liam by simping for him, the happier he’d be. I might have been broke, but I still had some morals left. So I seriously refused him: “Isn’t that wrong? Deceiving people’s feelings, I can’t do that.” The very next second, $150,000 landed in my account. “$150,000. What do you say, in or out?” I blinked. “In! I’m definitely in!” Everyone at school knew me as Liam’s on-call, professional simp. His friends would mock me right in front of him, not just once: “Liam, she’s been annoying you for four years, and you haven’t even chased her off. You haven’t actually fallen for her, have you?” “She’s just the daughter of your family’s staff! She’s totally beneath you!” Brianna, his childhood friend, cried, “Liam, is it true? Everyone’s saying you two are together…” I pretended not to hear, playing my part as the dedicated simp: “Boss, here! Your breakfast for today!” He tossed my breakfast into the trash, then pulled Brianna into a hug. “Don’t worry, guys. My taste isn’t *that* bad. I’d never fall for the staff’s daughter!” I subtly dabbed at a stray tear from the corner of my eye and walked away. I edited the video clips and sent them to my mysterious contact. A few minutes later, $1,500 landed in my account. I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. “This money is ridiculously easy!” At 6 PM sharp, I posted in a SnapChat group called [Liam’s Fan Club]. Anonymous: [Love letter delivery service back! $7.50 per letter.] Anonymous: [Image preview] Anonymous: [Today’s hot Liam pics! $1.50 each, 5 for $6.] Anonymous: [Now available on eBay! Welcome to order.] In less than a minute, my inbox was flooded. Dozens of people were lining up for me to deliver their love letters, and hundreds ordered my photo packs. I stared at my bank balance on my phone, my teeth aching from smiling so much. Thanks to my professional simping gig for Liam, I’d raked in nearly nine hundred thousand dollars in just four years. My daily joy was being humiliated by Liam and then collecting money from my mysterious contact. Because I was broke, I’d long ago abandoned any shred of my dignity. Anything for Mom. Everything, I was willing to do. At 6:30 PM, Liam predictably sent me a list of what he wanted for breakfast tomorrow. I barely glanced at it, just replied simply: [Got it, Boss.] I mean, it was his daily routine. At first, I used to make it myself. Then I started buying it from the diner behind campus. Now? I just order a bunch of food models from Wish to fool him. He never ate the breakfast I brought him anyway. He always threw it out right in front of my face. At first, I’d feel hurt, but by now, I was numb to it. Liam: [Oh, and tomorrow’s my birthday. Don’t even *think* about bothering me.] Me: [Okay, I know.] He seemed to think I was being too casual because he didn’t reply for several minutes. I thought for a few seconds, then added a cute, pleading emoji. Only then was he satisfied. Liam: [Smart move.] Seriously, what a drama queen. Too tired to deal with him. Before bed, I called the hospital nurse again. She said my mom was doing great, and I didn’t need to worry. A wave of relief washed over me, and I finally drifted off to sleep. The next day, I woke up late, hastily shoved some food models into a lunchbox. I handed the insulated bag to Liam, just like always, waiting for him to toss it. The next second, he opened it. His brows furrowed, and he glared at me furiously: “Chloe Miller, is this how you fool me?” “I asked you to make me breakfast, and you give me a pile of models?” My heart skipped a beat. Why did my personal nightmare suddenly decide he wanted breakfast today?

    I stayed silent, and his face got darker and darker, like he was about to explode. After a long pause, I finally managed to blurt out: “I’m so sorry! I grabbed the wrong lunchbox!” “These are toys I prepared for the kids at the children’s home. I was in such a rush this morning, I must have mixed them up!” He looked suspicious. “Really? I don’t remember you having a habit of visiting the children’s home.” I blinked innocently at him. “Boss, did you forget? I even asked you to come with me to the children’s home before…” “You said you looked down on the kids there and didn’t want to go.” For some reason, after I said that, his expression became a little flustered. He even went out of his way to explain to me: “I didn’t look down on them! I just, I just…” But he thought for a long time and couldn’t come up with a single good reason. As a professional simp, I’d long since mastered the art of saving his ego: “I totally get it.” He immediately calmed down. “Hmph, good that you get it! Don’t mess up again tomorrow. Tomorrow, I want *your* homemade breakfast, got it?” I nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Boss.” *My* homemade breakfast? You wish! Tomorrow, I’ll just pre-order the full deluxe combo from the diner behind school. Then he extended his long arm towards me. “Give it to me.” I froze. “What?” Seeing my blank look, he instantly got impatient. “My birthday present, obviously! Didn’t I tell you yesterday that today’s my birthday?” I slapped my forehead, feigning a sudden realization. From a pile of pink envelopes in my backpack, I fished out one and handed it to him with both hands. His expression softened slightly when he saw the envelope, and his ears even turned red. “Didn’t I tell you not to write me these useless things anymore?” He kept grumbling, but his hands weren’t idle, quickly pulling out the letter covered in hearts. He didn’t even care about the setting, reading it aloud right there, his voice even carrying a hint of excitement. “Liam, hello! I’m Cindy, from the Math department…” With every word he read, his face darkened a shade more. Liam tore the letter to shreds and flung the scraps into my face. “Chloe Miller! You better explain this! What is this *now*?” I stammered for a long time before saying: “Well, you don’t like me writing you love letters, right?” “But a lot of other people want to give them to you, so I just did them a favor and handed them to you. Look through them more often, who knows, maybe you’ll find one you like?” His finger pointed straight at me, but he was too choked with anger to say anything else, just sputtering: “You… you!” “You’ve really outdone yourself!” He stormed off without looking back, fuming. Today’s work was also a success – another $1,500 in the bank!

    That was the first time I’d made him *that* mad. I honestly thought he wouldn’t talk to me for days. But to my surprise, he contacted me that afternoon. Liam: [5 PM, wait for me by the school gate.] Me: [Why?] Liam: [To attend my birthday party.] What?! Rich people really know how to humiliate someone. Just because I played a trick on him this morning, he was going to drag me into his circle and let his high-society friends judge me. Seeing my delayed response, he added. Liam: [My mom really wants to see you. She’s curious about the girl who’s always clinging to me.] Liam: [She doesn’t know yet that you’re Mrs. Miller’s daughter.] I’d met Liam’s mom before. Before I even saw her, my mom used to tell me she was a really good boss. To surprise my mom, I secretly went to the Harrison family mansion once. The moment she saw me, her elegant eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if in utter disgust. “Where did this dirty brat come from? You’re in the wrong place, get out of my sight.” I was chased out by the security guard. I desperately wanted to burst into tears, but thinking of my hard-working mom, I swallowed them back. I stayed there from noon until nightfall. The moment my mom, with her face etched with exhaustion, saw me, it was like she instantly recharged, all her energy flooding back: “Chloe, what are you doing here? Have you been waiting for Mom for a long time?” I flashed her a sweet smile: “No, Mom! I just got here! Chloe’s a big girl now, I can walk Mom home!” My phone buzzed with new messages, pulling my thoughts back to Liam. Liam: [Why aren’t you saying anything? You don’t want to go?!] Liam: [My mom is super gentle, don’t be scared!] Liam: […Are you mad about this morning? But *you* were the one who treated *me* like that!] Liam: [Answer me!] Liam: [Alright, I’m sorry, okay….] Though it was an order I felt I couldn’t refuse, the thought of his mom’s gaze gave me goosebumps. Me: [I can’t go. I have plans tonight.] Liam: [Aren’t you curious about what Mrs. Harrison looked like when she worked at my house?] Liam: [When I was little, Mrs. Harrison used to hold me, and we took so many photos.] Liam: [If you come, I can give you all the pictures.] Wanting to see my old vibrant mom again, I agreed instantly. Half an hour later, I received an instruction from my mysterious contact. “Liam invited you to his birthday party? You can’t go.” “If you don’t go, I’ll add an extra million dollars to your payment.”

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  • When I return from the apocalypse, I smile when they kneel and beg for my sacrifice.

    I was the Chief Architect of the Ark’s daughter, the sole Key Holder. The scorching apocalypse descended. Surface temperatures soared past 140 degrees Fahrenheit. Full of hope, I went to activate the Ark, only to be betrayed by my fiancé, Xander, and my stepsister, Scarlett. They stole my iris data, destroyed my fingerprints, and shoved me into the surface inferno, leaving me to be roasted alive. Inside the Ark, they celebrated their new beginning, believing I was nothing but ash. But they didn’t know I survived. When I returned, blazing with vengeance, the Ark’s energy was close to depletion. They knelt before me. My ex-fiancé, eyes red-rimmed, howled, “Aurora, I know I messed up! Please, save us just one more time!” I just smiled. “My kindness burned away the day you threw me out.” “Warning! Iris verification failed!” “Warning! Permissions mismatched, identification error!” I stood before the Ark’s alloy door, my hands and feet icy cold. Impossible. I was Aurora. My dad was Dr. Sterling, the Chief Architect. I was the only Key. Behind me, over a hundred people began whispering. Someone impatiently stomped their foot. “What’s going on? Aurora, can you even do it?” “Hurry up! It’s already 142 degrees Fahrenheit out here! We’ll all die if you keep dragging your feet!” The crowd’s clamor grew louder. I stared at the authenticator and pressed my eye closer again. The red beam scanned my pupil a third time. The result was still the piercing warning sound. “Warning! Three consecutive errors, security system locked!” My heart skipped a beat. A hand landed on my shoulder, firm, pushing me aside. It was my stepsister, Scarlett. She wore a pristine white dress, mockingly spotless in this apocalyptic landscape, like a cruel joke. “Sister, don’t rush.” Her voice was soft, but her eyes glittered with triumph. “Let me try.” Try? What right did she have to try? Before I could react, Xander yanked me away from behind. His strength was frightening. “Aurora, stop making a scene. Let Scarlett handle it.” I looked at him. Three days ago, he’d sworn to protect me for life. Now, he looked at me like I was trash. Scarlett didn’t even glance my way, walking directly to the authenticator. “Beep—” A soft chime. “Iris verification successful. Welcome, highest authority holder, Ms. Scarlett.” A green light flared. That alloy door, which had been locked to me, opened for *her*. Cheers erupted behind me. “It opened! The door opened!” “Scarlett is the savior!” “Aurora is a liar! She almost got us all killed!” My mind went blank. I couldn’t move. Everyone stared at Scarlett, as if she were a god. And I, I became the liar who almost killed everyone. “Grab her! Don’t let her cause trouble inside!” Someone yelled, and the crowd surged toward me. Xander stood in front of the crowd, but not to protect me. He just watched me coldly, his brows furrowed. Scarlett ran over, gripping Xander’s arm, tears instantly streaming down her face: “Xander, don’t blame Aurora. She might… just want to prove herself too much. Dad always favored me since we were kids, Aurora probably feels hurt…” At her words, the crowd’s glare at me intensified. “It was jealousy all along!” “This vicious woman deserves to die out there!” Xander’s face was ashen. He stared intensely at me, speaking each word with cold precision: “Aurora, for the Ark’s safety, your access must be revoked.” He grabbed my hand, slamming my fingers onto the access revocation device by the door. “Sizzle—” Excruciating pain and the smell of burning flesh hit me simultaneously. I screamed. My fingerprints were utterly incinerated. “Throw her out!” Xander tossed me towards the door like I was garbage. A blast of 144-degree heat slammed into me. My skin instantly stung, like it had been doused with boiling water. The alloy gate slowly closed before me. Through the gap, I saw Scarlett inside, giving me a triumphant, malicious smile. I saw Xander, coldly turning his back, embracing her as they walked toward the Ark’s internal light. I saw my father, Dr. Sterling, standing at the very back of the crowd. He looked at me, his gaze complex, but in the end, he chose silence. In that moment, I understood. This wasn’t an accident. This was a premeditated betrayal, meticulously orchestrated against me. In agony and despair, I slowly lost consciousness. Before I fully succumbed, I used my last ounce of strength to shriek at that cold door: “You’ll regret this… When you do, the heatwave will consume everything here!” I thought I would die. Die on the 144-degree surface, roasted into a shriveled, curled-up corpse. But when I opened my eyes again, I saw a dim, cracked rock ceiling. The air was thick with the smell of earth mixed with bitter herbs. “Awake? You’re a tough kid.” A raspy voice drifted to me. I struggled to turn my head and saw a white-haired old woman, her face lined like a dried riverbed. Seeing me look, she grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth: “Drink some water. It’s salted, precious stuff.” Warm, salty water flowed down my parched throat like nectar. Excruciating pain radiated from all over my body. I wiggled my fingers, only to find myself wrapped in ragged strips of cloth, oozing dark, greasy paste. “Don’t move around too much; you don’t have a single good patch of skin left.” The old woman gently pressed me down. “No idea what rich lady you are, with your delicate skin, to be burnt like this.” From a corner, a man’s rough voice grumbled: “Rich lady? Looks like another unlucky soul thrown out of the Ark.” A thin old man, a blade of grass hanging from his mouth, was sharpening a rusted knife. “Old man, shut your trap!” The old woman glared at him. “Doesn’t matter where she’s from, she’s a life. We couldn’t just leave her.” The old man snorted and said nothing more. The Ark… The word pierced my heart like a knife. My nails dug into my palms, the searing pain from my burnt skin flaring anew. The old woman looked at me, sighing: “Kid, where’s your family? Are you all alone?” Family? My father, my fiancé, the people I once held dearest, had personally pushed me into hell. Tears welled up, and I choked out a lie: “My… my family, they were all eaten by mutated beasts… I’m the only one left…” The old woman’s eyes instantly filled with pity. She patted my back: “Poor child. In this world, human life is cheaper than dirt. It’s okay. From now on, this is your home.” “One more mouth to feed, one less for us,” the old man muttered from the corner again. “Old Man Reed! You shut your mouth!” The old woman grabbed a broom and threw it at him. “One more word, and you won’t get any dinner tonight!” The old man dodged nimbly and left the crude underground shelter. The old woman turned back to me, her expression soft again: “Don’t mind that old fool, he’s all bark and no bite. Kid, what’s your name?” “I’m… Aurora.” I omitted my surname. From the moment I was thrown out of the Ark, Aurora Sterling was dead. Only Aurora, the survivor, remained.

    I lay in this scavenger camp, “The Burrows,” for half a month. My burns healed agonizingly slowly, gnawing at me like a thousand ants every single day. Old Man Reed and Grandma May, as everyone called them, were the ones who saved me. One day, Dr. Hayes, the only one in the camp with medical knowledge, came to change my dressings. He examined my wounds, shaking his head as he spoke to Grandma May: “Not healing well. The scorching poison outside is too potent; it’s damaged her core. We need ‘Fire Rat Oil,’ but that stuff… you have to hunt for it deep in Mount Desolation. Too dangerous.” Mount Desolation was a ruin-strewn mountain formed from collapsed skyscrapers in the city center, a lair for mutated creatures. Grandma May sighed, saying nothing further. In those two weeks, the most frequent topic of conversation was Scarlett, the Ark’s “savior.” “They say that Angel Scarlett stabilized the Ark’s energy again! What a living saint she is!” “If only we could get into the Ark! I hear it’s like paradise inside, with clean water, endless food, and even air conditioning!” Their clouded eyes were filled with yearning. My heart twisted with a sharp pain. That was supposed to be hope for *all* survivors, but it had become a paradise for a select few. Before Dr. Hayes left, he looked at me, then at a young man standing awkwardly, rubbing his hands nearby. He suddenly smiled. “May, I think Aurora’s a good girl. My Ben is getting old enough to marry, what do you think…” I followed his gaze. The young man named Ben instantly flushed, lowering his head, unable to meet my eyes. He was Dr. Hayes’ grandson. During my recovery, he’d quietly helped me with many things – bringing water, delivering medicine – never saying much. Grandma May’s eyes lit up, and she slapped her thigh: “Oh, perfect! I always thought those two kids were meant to be!” A few nights later, I was startled awake by a sound. I saw Ben, with a hunting bow on his back, trying to slip quietly out of the burrow. “Where are you going?” I asked. He jumped, turning around, flustered: “I… I’m just going for a walk.” I stared at the bow on his back and the half-empty waterskin at his waist. I understood instantly. “You’re going to Mount Desolation?” Ben’s face reddened further. He lowered his head, whispering: “Grandpa Hayes said Fire Rat Oil could heal your wounds…” My heart felt like it had been violently struck. “It’s too dangerous, don’t go!” “It’s fine,” he said, looking up and giving me a simple, honest smile. “I’ve been scavenging in the ruins my whole life, those beasts can’t catch me. Just wait, I’ll be back soon.” With that, he turned and disappeared into the dark tunnel. That night, I stayed awake until dawn. Old Man Reed, Grandma May, and Dr. Hayes also realized he was gone and began pacing frantically. Two days passed. Ben didn’t return. Just when everyone feared the worst, on the evening of the third day, a blood-soaked figure stumbled into the burrow’s entrance. It was Ben. One of his arms hung limp, clearly broken, and wounds large and small on his body were deep enough to show bone. But in his other hand, he clutched a greasy little leather pouch. “Aurora…” He saw me, grinned, and then collapsed to the ground. He had bought the medicine that could heal me at the cost of his arm. My tears streamed uncontrollably. In this ‘every man for himself’ apocalypse, there was actually someone willing to risk his life for me, a person he’d known for less than a month.

    A month later, thanks to the Fire Rat Oil, my injuries miraculously healed. Apart from some faint brown scars that wouldn’t fade, I was back to normal. Ben’s arm, however, was permanently crippled due to delayed treatment. I found him trying to awkwardly string his hunting bow with one hand. “Your arm…” My voice was hoarse. “It’s nothing. What’s done is done, I still have one hand,” he said dismissively, though a flicker of sadness passed through his eyes. I looked at him and said earnestly, “Ben, will you marry me?” Ben froze, dropping the bow to the ground. “Aurora… I… I’m not good enough for you. I’m a cripple now…” “You’re not a cripple,” I cut him off. “You’re my man, Ben. From now on, I’ll protect you.” Our wedding was simple. Grandma May sewed me a new gown from salvaged red cloth, and everyone brought out their treasured food, creating a “feast” for us. No guests, no elaborate ceremony, just the sincere, smiling faces of The Burrows. I looked at my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, my heart oddly calm. Forget the Ark, forget the betrayal, forget the hatred. Aurora Sterling was dead. Now, there was only Ben’s wife, Aurora. Ben held a cup of murky liquor, blushing, and smiled at me: “Aurora, from now on… I’ll be good to you.” I nodded, reaching for the cup. Suddenly, a deafening tear-through sound ripped from above. The massive iron sheet that served as our camouflage was instantly shredded. A dozen dark figures descended from the sky. They wore sleek black insulated suits, their weapons gleaming with an ominous blue light. “It’s the Ark people!” Someone shrieked in terror. Without a word, the black-clad figures raised their weapons and fired. Blue energy beams tore through the crowd. One by one, vibrant lives instantly turned to ash. A joyous occasion had become a funeral. The stench of blood and burnt flesh instantly permeated the air. My mind buzzed, my body’s instincts moving faster than thought. I shoved Ben aside, grabbing his hunting bow from the wall. Drew the bow, nocked an arrow. *Swish! Swish! Swish!* Three iron arrows flew in a deadly spread, precisely impaling the necks of three black-clad figures. The powerful momentum sent their bodies flying, crashing heavily against the wall. Everyone was stunned, including myself. I didn’t know why I had such archery skills; it felt like an instinct carved into my bones. I rushed forward, pulling a terrified Grandma May behind me, but watched in horror as Old Man Reed, protecting a child, was pierced through the chest by an energy beam. “Old Man Reed!” I roared, my eyes burning. From the group of black-clad figures, a man stepped out and removed his helmet. He stared at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ms. Aurora, we finally found you. Ms. Scarlett’s been just *dying* to see you.” It was her! Scarlett! She still wouldn’t let me go! “Bastards!” I trembled with rage, drawing my bow again. The captain merely twitched his lips and waved a hand. Suddenly, my neck was clamped tight by something, and I was lifted off my feet, my legs dangling in the air. “A useless Key dares to fight back?” He looked at me like I was an insect. “Ms. Scarlett said I should personally finish you off.” He raised his hand, and a ball of blue light glowed at his fingertip. The energy was about to shoot out when a figure suddenly rushed forward, slamming directly into me. It was Ben. He held me tight with his good arm. “Aurora… run…” Those were the last words he left me. The next second, his body was ripped into a mist of blood by that sharp energy blade. “Ah—!” Pure fury and grief shattered the binding force. I fell to the ground, soaked by the rain of blood. The hunting bow in my hand hummed to life, as if it were alive. I shot an arrow. That arrow, carrying all my hatred, tore through the air and viciously impaled the captain’s shoulder. He let out a choked grunt, staring at me in disbelief. He prepared to strike again. But a white shadow was faster. It was an incredibly swift flash of a blade. The captain’s head flew skyward. A man in a white trench coat, his expression grim, slowly sheathed his blade and stood before me. He looked at me, his eyes complex. “They deserved it,” he said. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My mind completely broke. I collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably until I passed out. Another sun appeared in the sky. This was an energy phantom, projected onto the atmosphere due to the Ark’s unstable core energy. The two “suns” pushed the surface temperature up to 149 degrees Fahrenheit. I stood on the rooftop of a derelict building, watching the distorted air in the distance.

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  • I blasted an A-list celeb and went viral overnight.

    Flying home for the holidays on a red-eye flight, I found myself stuck at the airport, blocked by a suffocating swarm of a female celebrity’s fans. A bodyguard pushed me back, pointing a finger at my face. “Fans, stay back!” My plane was about to take off, and I was desperate. I pulled out my megaphone and roared: “Who the hell is her fan? Get real! If you block the way again, I’m calling the cops!” I went viral overnight, and the celebrity was ripped apart on trending topics. A year later, burned by acid thrown by an extreme fan, my throat damaged, I vaguely remember falling to my death from a building. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at that airport. “Our daughter is so beautiful! Our daughter worked so hard! Go home and rest!” “Happy New Year, sweetheart!” “Don’t forget to post selfies, baby!” In the dense crowd, I was pushed forward, stumbling right into a bodyguard’s back. Immediately, I was shoved away so hard I almost landed on my butt. But the bodyguard wasn’t satisfied. He glared at me, then stretched out his arms, creating a comfortable space for the A-lister. “Fans, stand back! Don’t get too close!” The sound of my fall still echoed in my ears. My mind was hazy, but I could clearly see the glamorous figure ahead. Everyone around was crammed and pushed, yet she stood alone, relaxed within the protection of a dozen bodyguards. She wore sunglasses, hands tucked into her pockets, walking with an air of cold arrogance. She was so imposing, it felt like this wasn’t a crowded airport, but an international red carpet. The fans’ screams pierced my eardrums, and my head buzzed. Still, I instinctively pulled out my megaphone, just like in my previous life, cranking the volume to max. Then, everyone nearby heard my furious shout— “Try pushing me again, I dare you!” “I’m just a regular passenger rushing to catch my flight, what gives you the right to stop me? And not only that, you yell at me and shove me? Who gave you the authority to be so rude to a stranger? And another thing!” “Who the hell is your fan?! Get real! Blocking the airport right before the holidays? Seriously, how messed up is that? Treating innocent passengers like your personal fan club? Do you think you’re some kind of god, that everyone’s obsessed with you? Get out of the way, or I’m calling the cops!!” The entire hall fell silent. All cameras were still on us. My outburst was live-streamed to countless people. Within five minutes, the news headlines exploded. #StellaThorneYelledAtByPassengerAtAirport #WhoTheHellIsYourFan #StellaThorneFansDisruptAirportOrder #BlockingAirportBeforeHolidaysHowMessedUp #ThinkYoureSomeKindofGodSoPopular My words were dissected, every phrase hitting the trending topics. The hashtags dominated, and the media frantically spun stories to defend her. Of course, the self-righteous keyboard warriors started popping up, claiming: “While the fans were wrong, that passenger’s language was way too harsh, wasn’t it?” They were instantly roasted. [You’d be polite if you missed your flight before the holidays? If you’re so saintly, buy her a private jet!] [Blocking the airport is wrong, but did you really have to be so aggressive?] [I was one of the passengers stuck there. No joke, when I heard the megaphone lady start yelling, my colleagues and I clapped louder than fireworks. My only regret is not bringing my own bullhorn.] While the internet was blowing up, I had already returned to my rental apartment, having missed my flight. Okay, actually, I almost didn’t make it back. If the police hadn’t arrived so quickly, the fans there might have torn me apart. Thank God for the police officers. Finally home, when I checked online again, Stella Thorne’s studio had already issued an apology. The statement said they were willing to compensate me and all affected passengers twofold for our losses. It seemed sincere, but then at the end, it tagged my social media handle. By then, my Ins page was already swarmed with curious onlookers and fans. The fans also followed suit with performative apologies. [We’re so sorry, sis! Our fans were out of line! We’re practically on our knees wishing you a Happy New Year!] [Please forgive our baby, she’s just scared from being chased by bad fans, it wasn’t intentional o(╥﹏╥)o] [Happy New Year, missy! All the Thorne fans apologize, hope we haven’t ruined your mood!] But when I checked my DMs, it was a seemingly endless stream of red notification dots, almost all filled with insults and curses. [Were you rushing home to attend your parents’ funeral? Trying to piggyback off my daughter’s fame during the holidays, huh?] [You went viral, your mom died, what a filial daughter you are.] [Was it fun yelling at a celebrity’s face? Why didn’t you get trampled to death in a stampede?] [Jocelyn Melody, elementary school music teacher, phone number XXXXXXXXXXX, ID XXXXXXXXXXX, that’s you, right? LOL, you pathetic little teacher, daring to insult my queen for clout. Want me to share your parents’ info next? Bitch!] [Already sent a complaint letter to your principal’s email, you’re welcome, hun~] 2. Looking back, I had a lot of DMs in my past life too, but I never bothered to read them. To avoid trouble, I simply deactivated my social media, thinking the heat would die down. It wasn’t until later, when I received calls from my parents and a meeting with my principal, that I realized those fans had never let me go. This time… I compiled a collage of a hundred screenshots, a full photo grid of DMs, and posted it, directly tagging Stella Thorne’s studio. [Jocelyn Melody: My flight has been missed. If you want to compensate me, you can get me a private jet. Also, who gave you the right to tag my account? Did you ask me first? Or was it intentional? Maliciously leaking private information to let your dogs attack me?] The news headlines completely blew up, turning that New Year’s Eve into an actual firework show. People were eating their holiday dinners, thoroughly enjoying the drama. My Ins page quickly gathered tens of thousands of comments. After midnight, reposts soared past a hundred thousand, becoming the first viral sensation of the year. Stella Thorne’s studio hastily untagged me and reissued an apology. But it was too late. Stella Thorne and her fans had completely become the internet’s new playthings for the holidays. [New Year’s Double Whammy: refers to Stella Thorne and her team getting publicly roasted and humiliated right at the start of the year, getting slapped on both cheeks. A double dose of holiday joy, hence the name.] [Toxic Fans: refers to Stella’s disgusting and shameless fans who relentlessly attack anyone critical of their idol, and are generally just awful.] Amidst the explosion of public opinion, Stella Thorne’s studio issued a third apology, this time addressed to all netizens, stating they shouldn’t have occupied public resources. As soon as this statement came out, netizens had new material. [Empty Apologies: refers to people questioning if Stella’s studio’s apology was sincere or just a load of hot air. ‘Stella’s Studio’ (Stella’s Stu) sounds like ‘Empty’ (Stu-pid), hence the pun.] I just relied on the witty netizens for entertainment during the holidays. Because this time, I hadn’t deactivated my Ins, so the insults in my DMs never stopped. But I had no intention of posting them again. Some counterattacks only work once; use them too often, and the onlookers lose interest. I was waiting for the next opportunity. Soon, even before the New Year holidays were over, a reality show sent me an invitation. In my previous life, I had rejected it without a second thought. This time, I agreed without hesitation. Because I knew Stella Thorne would be there too. This show was specifically designed to help Stella, which is why they invited me. In other words, I was a tool to be humiliated by Stella, to help her restore her reputation. Whatever she lost because of me, she intended to take back from me. Well, good. I was thinking the same thing. After the holidays, the reality show quickly began filming. No one sent a car to pick me up. By the time I huffed and puffed, dragging my suitcase to the destination, I was drenched in sweat. I was exhausted. When the villa’s iron gate wouldn’t open, no matter how hard I knocked, I just sat down on the ground to catch my breath. No sooner had I sat down than a gleaming black luxury SUV pulled up in front of me. The car door opened, sparkling stiletto heels touched the ground, and Stella Thorne glided down like an ethereal being. Only then did the iron gate hastily open, and staff rushed out to greet the top-tier celebrity. The live-streaming cameras turned to us. First, they filmed Stella Thorne from head to toe, then slowly panned down, including me, sitting on the ground, looking disheveled. [What a cruel contrast.] [Is that the mysterious passenger? I thought she got such a grand entrance because she was gorgeous, but that’s it?] [Although I’m here to laugh at Stella Thorne, her face really is flawless.] [Told you, with Stella, face is everything, she’ll always be a heartthrob!] 3. As the comments flew by, the director’s team finally “noticed” me: “Hey, why is our guest sitting on the ground? Someone help her up!” But before any staff could move, a pair of perfectly manicured hands helped me up. “Hi, I heard you’re the only lady among the passengers. Let’s get to know each other, shall we?” It was Stella Thorne. In my past life, I was cyberbullied to death because of her, yet I had never truly met her. It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried. In my most desperate moments, I sent her DMs, I sent DMs to her studio, I tried every possible way to find her company’s phone number, hoping to be connected, or at least to have my plea relayed. I just wanted her to say something, anything, to rein in her fans, even just a single sentence, to tell them to stop bothering my family. But there was never a response. All my pleas fell on deaf ears. My accounts and numbers were blocked. Finally, I even disguised myself and waited for her outside her company. The closest I ever got, I almost managed to grab her clothes, but her bodyguards were quick, harshly shoving me away. They thought I was a stalker. Even though I was screaming: “I’m the victim of your fans’ cyberbullying! Please help me! I can’t live like this anymore!” But all I got was a cold, disdainful glance back. I still remember that look. Her face was hidden by a mask, but her eyes were high and mighty, like someone standing on clouds, looking down at a pathetic insect struggling in the mud. Then she shook her head and walked away faster, quickly disappearing. Her assistant stayed behind, pointing at my nose, a look of contempt on his face: “Oh, who’s this? Isn’t this the airport megaphone lady who went viral overnight? Weren’t you screaming pretty loudly at the airport? Why aren’t you screaming now?” “Oh! You’re on the verge of dying, so you know how to beg for help now? If you ask me, ordinary people like you deserve a lesson. Otherwise, you’ll keep thinking you’re equal to a superstar, shouting whatever you want. You’ve really been given too much leeway!” His smile was arrogant and condescending, perfectly mirroring Stella Thorne’s head shake. “Don’t act so impulsively in the future. Stella is very busy right now. Maybe she’ll post something on her Ins to help you when she has time.” Then he left. But I never saw Stella Thorne post anything on Ins, not until the day I died. How busy was Miss Thorne? In my previous life, I really wanted to know. But in this life, I wanted to know more: why exactly were ordinary people like us considered inferior? Stella Thorne’s familiar assistant stood behind her. I glanced at his fake smile, then, smiling myself, gripped Stella Thorne’s hand with my dusty one. Watching her face instantly stiffen, and the undisguised revulsion in her eyes, I said: “Then I look forward to working with you, Miss Thorne.” “My name is Jocelyn Melody, and I’m an elementary school music teacher.” Stella Thorne deliberately froze. I saw her yank her hand away as if startled, her face turning pale. But then, in the next moment, she forced out a somewhat weak, timid smile. “Jo-Jocelyn Melody, I didn’t expect the show to invite you.” She bit her lip, her eyes already glistening with tears. “Perfect! I want to apologize to you in person while we have this chance. I hope you can forgive me.” Five or six cameras were aimed directly at us. I remained silent for a long moment. Only when Stella Thorne’s forced smile was about to crack did I offer a small smile, tilting my head. “Don’t you usually bow when you apologize? And you haven’t even said ‘I’m sorry’ yet.” This time, Stella Thorne truly froze, her weak expression almost shattering. 4. I laughed, clapped my hands, and picked up my suitcase. “Just kidding! You’ve apologized three times already, that’s more than enough~” [What?! Is that the airport megaphone lady? This show is going to be explosive!] [Ugh, doesn’t anyone think this passenger is super rude? Stella apologized, and she’s still so harsh, a bit malicious.] [My impression is changing, suddenly I feel bad for Stella. I guess I’m a total lookist!] [This elementary school teacher doesn’t actually think she’s a huge celebrity now, does she?] As the comments flew past, I walked into the villa. Before I could even see anyone clearly, my suitcase was taken from my hand. “I’ll carry it for you.” Her voice was a little low, but very pleasant. I looked up and saw a short-haired woman with overly sharp features. She looked barely twenty but had a very composed demeanor. I quickly followed her. Before I’d walked two steps, Stella Thorne’s loud voice rang out behind me: “Alexia Vance! You’re here too! Quick, help me with my suitcase too! It’s so heavy!” Alexia Vance. I remembered now. She was an actress, and a future Oscar winner. Before I died in my previous life, she had just won her first Oscar for playing a boxer. I had a very deep impression of her acceptance speech. “I won this award mostly because of passion and dedication, and partly because I wanted to show everyone that I am an independent person. Even without the ‘daughter of a superstar’ title, I can still shine brightly in my chosen field. So, this award goes to everyone who has a sense of self, a dream, and who relentlessly pursues and loves what they do.” When I heard that speech, I was in the second stage of my treatment. Honestly, I didn’t care about my face being ruined by acid; I just wanted to heal my throat. I wanted to sing again. More than anything. But the doctors’ results were always sighs and headshakes. I had just come out of the hospital, standing on a busy street. Looking at Alexia Vance on the department store screen, delivering that speech, I suddenly covered my face and sobbed uncontrollably, bending over, kneeling on the ground, until my hoarse throat bled, and I still couldn’t stop. A kind passerby came up and asked if I was an Alexia Vance fan. But I didn’t know how to use my ruined voice to tell them. No, I wasn’t a fan. I didn’t even know this person, but we should have been fellow travelers, strangers on the same path. Yet now, the torch I used to light my dreams had been extinguished. She, however, would continue to stride forward. I wasn’t jealous; I was just in deep pain. When I snapped back to reality, Alexia Vance had already taken Stella Thorne’s suitcase. She seemed to be a woman of few words, but Stella Thorne was chattering non-stop. “Oh my god, Alexia Vance, you haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve become even less concerned with your appearance? You look like a guy!” She said, linking her arm through Alexia Vance’s, and then exclaimed again: “Why do you feel like you’ve been working out so much? It’s terrifying, will you even be able to wear dresses anymore?!” Just then, a cameraman carrying the live stream monitor walked past me. I glanced at the screen, which was flooded with comments like: “So sweet! It makes me so happy!” Me: ? Sweet where? What’s sweet? This much sweetness is going to give me diabetes! 5. By evening, all the guests finally gathered. After a seemingly joyful dinner, we moved into the casual chat segment. This type of live reality show, featuring celebrities interacting with ordinary people, thrives on the collision of two different lives… or even two different social classes. Several ordinary guests began talking about their lives. Like working until midnight for only two hundred bucks in overtime pay, or not daring to order takeout over twenty dollars. And the celebrities kept showing expressions of shock or empathy. “I totally get it! You’re so tired you could fall asleep standing up, but the director yells ‘action,’ and you have to instantly get into character. You literally feel like you’re floating!” “One time I was on wires all day, and when I came down, I felt like my back was broken. I kept thinking I was going to die young.” After this outpouring of stories, Stella Thorne sighed and summed it up. “Ugh, sometimes I really feel like celebrities and actors aren’t that special. It’s even a really dangerous profession.” Listening to Stella Thorne’s lament, I almost laughed out loud. But then, the topic quickly shifted to me. “Speaking of which, there’s a question I’ve really wanted to ask Jocelyn Melody.” Brandon Clark, one of the ordinary guests, suddenly looked at me. He was a hardcore fan of Stella Thorne. Apparently a lawyer, he’d only come on the show for Stella Thorne. When he first saw Stella Thorne that afternoon, he almost teared up. You’d think he was a ten-year veteran fan. But Stella Thorne had only been famous for three years. He asked me: “Are you really not a fan of Stella?” “Of course not.” “If not, why were you in the fan zone? It’s quite strange. The airport is so big, there are other passages. And since Stella’s fans were so numerous, you could definitely see them. If you were rushing to board, why didn’t you avoid them and take another route?” What an abrupt attack. A moment of silence, and the atmosphere grew awkward. Stella Thorne forced a smile. “Why are we talking about this? Ultimately, it was all my fault…” “No, I’m just analyzing the issue from an objective standpoint, no other meaning.” Despite his words, his gaze at me was clearly aggressive. “Can you answer me, Miss Melody? Logically, celebrity send-offs aren’t new. So why haven’t we seen a passenger go viral overnight like you before? Is it because other passengers weren’t as brave? Or did other passengers know to avoid the fans, instead of actively mingling with them and then complaining about being obstructed?” [He has a point, now that you mention it?] [I’m gonna cry! Thorne fan defending his idol against a malicious woman! What kind of idol drama is this?!] [All the grievances Stella suffered, her fans are getting back for her!] Several cameras were pushing close to my face. I guess the director’s team really wanted to capture my flustered or stiff expression. But I just felt awkward. “Uh, I don’t really want to keep discussing this topic…” “Just curious, you know?” Brandon Clark smiled, and several other male guests chimed in, egging him on. “Come on, tell us, we’re curious too.” “Did your impression of Stella change when you actually met her?” “I heard Stella apologized to your face? Did you forgive her?” The comments immediately went wild again. [Seriously?! Everyone’s a Thorne fan here, huh?!] [Finally caught them! This show is basically a Stella Thorne fan meet, isn’t it?] [Hahaha, so satisfying! This passenger dares to step on our beloved Stella to get famous? Doesn’t she know Stella is a heartthrob who charms everyone she meets?] 6. Only Alexia Vance slightly frowned, muttering: “If she doesn’t want to talk about it, then she doesn’t have to.” “I’m just curious.” Brandon Clark repeated, but then magnanimously added: “But it’s fine, you don’t have to satisfy my curiosity. I believe everyone has their own answer in their hearts.” Why did that sound so weird? I believed I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Because Alexia Vance looked at Brandon Clark and said coolly: “I think fans disrupting airport order for a send-off is inherently wrong – that’s the answer everyone has in their hearts. Do you have a different answer?” Brandon Clark’s face stiffened. He quickly glanced at Stella Thorne. Stella Thorne, who had been quietly fiddling with her fingers, finally looked up as if snapping out of it, glancing at everyone. “Why are we talking about this? Aren’t we discussing everyone’s professions? Whose turn is it now?” She looked like she was trying to defuse the situation for me, winking at me. “Jocelyn Melody, aren’t you an elementary school music teacher? How about you sing us a song?” “With Julian Hayes, the King of Pop, here, I’m not going to make a fool of myself.” I looked at Julian Hayes. He was the other heavyweight guest on the show, currently the most brilliant singer in the music industry. He debuted at eighteen through a music talent show. He’d only released five albums to date but had already won four Grammy Awards. As for other popularity and sales awards, they were countless. Most importantly, his singing was incredibly beautiful. It was the perfect blend of tone, technique, and emotion. Many said that Julian Hayes’s voice was a gift from heaven to the public, and I deeply agreed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given him my precious compositions to sing. “How can that be the same? Julian is a pop king, and you’re an elementary school music teacher. Your fields are completely different; it’s not like you’re making a fool of yourself.” “Besides, you could sing a children’s song! I can even accompany you~” Stella Thorne propped her chin on her hand, looking at me with an innocently expectant face. Everyone else immediately started egging me on. “Come on, sing one! Just a children’s song.” “It’s been ages since I heard a children’s song. Let’s find our lost innocence through this.” “Miss Melody, don’t be shy, show us your stuff! I mean, I haven’t seen a living elementary school music teacher since I graduated elementary school. Is your job super easy and fun? Can you show us how you usually kids?” That last line was from Brandon Clark. I glanced at him. His innocent demeanor was exactly like his idol’s. I couldn’t help but say: “If you want me to you, it’s not impossible. Call me ‘Mom’ first.” Brandon Clark’s smile froze, and he let out an awkward laugh. “Miss Melody sure knows how to joke.” Again, only Alexia Vance spoke up for me: “If she doesn’t want to sing, then she doesn’t have to. She’s an elementary school teacher, not an elementary school student, and you’re not her parents. You’re acting like adults at a dinner table making a kid perform. It’s pretty off-putting.” “Oh my gosh, Alexia! You’re so unromantic! Your EQ test results must be super, super low!” Stella Thorne laughed, linking her arm through Alexia Vance’s, and even winked at her. “From the way you are and your speaking style, people would believe you’re a straight guy. Girls should be softer, you know? How about we share a bed tonight, and I’ll give you some tips?” [I’m shipping them so hard, Stella, the ultimate heartbreaker, is charming another badass woman!] [Give up, Stella, Alexia Vance is beyond saving. To be your husband, she’s decided to go all the way down the ‘masculine’ path!] [This passenger has such an attitude! Stella is trying to help her out, and she’s being difficult. Who does she think she is?] [Seems like only Alexia Vance at the scene hasn’t seen through Miss Popular’s true colors.] [Ugh, Alexia, that dumbass! She’ll regret it when her ‘wife’ gets hurt again because of this passenger!] Reading the comments, I: “…” I almost threw up, but then I suddenly received off-screen instructions from the director’s team. A large “SING” was written on a whiteboard. They wanted me to sing? Then another board was shown, with “CHILDREN’S SONG” written on it. Finally, they held up a third board, with “CONTRACT” written on it. …They were warning me that we had a contract, and if I didn’t cooperate as agreed, I’d have to pay a penalty. Everyone saw this. But Stella Thorne was humming a song to the side, and Brandon Clark and another male passenger exchanged meaningful smiles, looking at me like I was an ant. Only Julian Hayes frowned, and Alexia Vance pursed her lips, about to speak. But I reached out and stopped her.

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  • My husband gave away my daughter’s old sweater. That was the last straw. I filed for divorce.

    Coming home from the farmer’s market, I didn’t stop for a second, washing vegetables and cooking dinner. Just as I finished, Daniel pushed open the door. “Stella’s pipe burst, you should go help her. It’s tough for a single mom.” I didn’t even wipe the sweat from my brow before heading to her place to unclog the drain, clean up the standing water, and comfort her frightened child… By the time I dragged my exhausted body back home, I saw Daniel handing my daughter’s sweater to Stella. “Stella, don’t feel bad about it. Lily can’t wear it anymore anyway, so it’s perfect for Lucy.” I stared at that sweater and a sudden, bitter laugh escaped me. “Daniel Miller, let’s get a divorce.” He looked at me, utterly incredulous. “For an old sweater?” “Yes, for an old sweater.” My words hung in the air, and a long silence fell over the living room. Daniel’s face darkened. “Amelia, why are you being so dramatic again?” He walked over, reaching out to brush away the damp strands of hair stuck to my forehead, but I turned my head, dodging his touch. His hand froze mid-air, a flicker of impatience crossing his face. “Alright, I know you’re still thinking about Lily, but she’s been gone for so long now. We have to move forward.” He lowered his voice, gesturing towards Stella, who stood awkwardly to the side. “You know Stella’s situation. It’s just a piece of clothing. If we can help, we should. Don’t give people something to talk about.” Stella immediately handed the sweater back to me, her eyes red-rimmed and filled with apology. “Amelia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this sweater was so important to you. Daniel meant well, please don’t blame him. We don’t need this sweater.” But Daniel pushed the sweater back into her arms, his tone sharp. “Take it! Amelia just gets this way, she bottles things up, she’ll be fine in a bit.” He then turned to me, a slight frown creasing his brows. “Go clean up. You’re covered in dirt, don’t you mind stinking up the place for others?” “Dinner’s cold. Hurry up and bring it out. Stella and Lucy haven’t eaten yet.” I didn’t move, my gaze locked on that sweater. In his world, this was indeed a trivial matter. A piece of clothing, a neighbor, a perfectly logical act of kindness. He couldn’t understand, and he didn’t want to understand, what that sweater meant to me. My strength drained away, but I spoke again. “I want a divorce.” Daniel’s patience finally snapped. “Amelia Stone, have you lost your mind?! You want to destroy our family over an old, unworn sweater? Do you really think Lily in heaven would find peace with you acting like this?!” “It’s not just an old sweater.” I fought back the ache in my throat, looking into his eyes, trying to make him understand. “It was Lily’s. I knitted it for her with my own hands.” “I know it was Lily’s! A relic!” He raised his voice. “But the dead can’t come back to life! What’s the point of holding onto things? You spend all your time clutching those old things, locking yourself in the past. What’s the meaning in that?” “I gave the sweater to Lucy hoping it would be useful, and hoping it would help you move on! I’m doing this for your own good!” My throat constricted, a bitter ache spreading down my gullet. “Daniel Miller, you never once asked me.” He whirled around, glaring at me. “Ask you? Would you have agreed? You’d turn her room into a shrine, a museum, and yourself into a living ghost! I can’t just stand by and watch you like this!” His words sliced through me like sharp knives, one after another. Yes, I had carefully kept all of Lily’s things. Her drawings, her tiny hair clips, the shoes she wore, even the tissues she used – all sealed in storage bins in the attic. But that sweater, I couldn’t bear to put it away. On countless sleepless nights, I held that sweater, feeling the faint remnants of her scent, and that was how I barely made it through. It wasn’t just a piece of clothing; it was my solace. He didn’t understand, and he never tried to. He just thought I was sick, and he needed to fix me.

    Seeing the situation, Stella quickly pulled her daughter Lucy’s hand. “Daniel, maybe we should just go home for now. Let’s not make you two argue because of us.” “Stella, stay out of it.” Daniel grabbed her arm. “This isn’t your fault; she’s just overthinking things. She just needs to calm down.” With that, he walked straight into the kitchen, brought out the dishes I had just cooked, and pulled Stella and Lucy to sit down and eat. No one paid any attention to me, standing alone in the living room. Laughter echoed from the dining table. A single tear fell silently at my feet. In that moment, I understood completely. He thought I was making a mountain out of a molehill. I thought he was cold and heartless. We lived under the same roof, but we were already people from two different worlds. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back. When I opened them again, my gaze was clear. Stella eventually left, taking the sweater with her. Daniel walked over to me, attempting to embrace me. “My tone was a bit harsh just now, I apologize. I’m sorry.” I didn’t resist, letting him hold me. His body was warm, but that warmth never reached my heart. I remembered many years ago, during Lily’s illness. Lily’s hair fell out, and she started to refuse looking in the mirror. That yellow sweater was knitted during that time. I wanted her to be warm, and I wanted her to look less frail. The day the sweater was finished, Lily was overjoyed, flashing a long-lost smile at her reflection in the mirror. “Mommy, look, don’t I look like a little bunny?” I smiled and nodded, tears streaming down my face. When Daniel arrived, he also saw the sweater. He merely said flatly, “Looks nice. Don’t let her catch a cold.” Then, he answered his phone again. He was always busy; there was always something more important than his daughter and me. It wasn’t that he didn’t contribute; he covered all the medical expenses. But he left all the companionship, the agony, and the despair for me alone to bear. Now, he even wanted to take away the last shred of my memories. Pulling myself from my memories, I gently pushed him away. “Daniel Miller, the word you’ve said most to me these past few years is ‘I’m sorry.’” He was busy when I gave birth; I went to the hospital alone. He was busy when Lily was sick; I cared for her alone. He was busy during Lily’s funeral; I handled everything alone. Afterward, he would always quickly say he was sorry. With each of his apologies, my heart shattered over and over again. The light was dim, Daniel’s face largely hidden in shadow. I couldn’t make out his expression, but when he looked up, I met his eyes—utterly devoid of emotion. My heart lurched with pain. My voice came out fractured as I spoke again. “But I don’t need an apology.” He frowned. “I don’t understand. What do you need then? Love? We’ve been married for years, Amelia. That kind of ‘love’ is just empty sentiment now.” I stared blankly at the husband I’d been married to for ten years. His appearance hadn’t changed much. But his heart, it seemed, had never truly beaten for me from the very beginning. He saw my lack of reaction and was about to say something more when he received a call from his company. “Amelia, don’t overthink this. There’s an urgent matter at the company; I have to go.” He patted my head reassuringly. Just as he reached the door, Stella rushed in. Her face was tear-streaked, her words choked with sobs. “Daniel, Lucy has a fever, I don’t know what to do…” I heard Daniel say softly to her, “Don’t worry, I’ll drive you to the hospital right away!” The door slammed shut, and a deathly silence filled the living room. I tugged at the corner of my mouth, a bitter smile forming. When Lily was in the ICU and critical, Daniel never seemed so anxious. My heart felt utterly cold. He didn’t love me. All these years, I had always known. But I’d clung to a last sliver of hope, wondering if, with long years of being together, he might eventually fall in love with me. Now, with his actions, he told me. That day would never come. Never.

    Daniel didn’t come home all night. My pillow was soaked, my eyes dry and stinging. I slowly sat up, gazing out at the gray dawn sky. My whole being felt desolate. I sat on the bed in a daze for a long time, then walked to the wardrobe and pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside were some of his old things. A photo album, a few letters, and a property deed. I used to never look through these. I believed there should be a basic level of trust and respect between husband and wife. But now, I just wanted to find an answer for myself. I opened the yellowed letters. They were love letters Daniel had written to Stella, every word filled with genuine affection. I closed the letters, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions. No jealousy, no anger, just a deep weariness that came from the bottom of my heart. Suddenly, I remembered many details I had ignored. The extraordinary enthusiasm Daniel showed when Stella first moved in. He proactively went to help her, introduced her to the neighborhood, acting with an eagerness completely unlike his usual self. Stella’s daughter naturally called him “Uncle Daniel,” and then, unconsciously, it became “Daddy Daniel.” Daniel never corrected her; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. Yet, when Lily was alive, he rarely had the patience to play with her for more than half an hour. He *could* be gentle and patient, just never with my daughter and me. Daniel and I were childhood sweethearts. Growing up, Daniel was the object of adoration for all the kids around us, someone who radiated charisma in any crowd. To marry him was something I never dared to dream of. He sat across from me, smiling distantly, and finally said, “My parents really like you, and I think you’re pretty good too. So, let’s give it a try.” I thought my long, secret crush had finally found its perfect ending. Ten years of marriage, and I’d been like a furiously spinning top, toiling tirelessly for the family. No one appreciated my hard work, no one cared if I was tired. They only said, “Amelia is so capable.” Stella had said it too: “Amelia, you’re just too capable. You can do anything. Not like me, I panic at the slightest thing.” I smiled, saying nothing. All that ‘capability’ was merely forced out of me by his indifference. No one is born knowing everything. Stella didn’t know because she was pampered; even after her husband died, she still had Daniel. Just then, the door opened. Daniel was back. He walked in, calling out, “Amelia, Lucy had a high fever last night…” Not seeing me in the living room, he paused mid-sentence and found his way to the bedroom. Seeing my swollen, red eyes, he embraced me with a look of concern. “Amelia, are you not feeling well?” I didn’t answer, stating calmly, “Daniel Miller, yesterday’s divorce—I was serious.” His concern vanished instantly, replaced by impatience. “Reason?” I looked at him. “Because of these ten years. Daniel Miller, I married you, and I never once truly experienced love. Instead, I earned a pair of calloused hands.” I held out my palms. The rough, thick calluses, left by years of constant labor, were starkly visible in the bright light. “For these ten years, I’ve toiled thanklessly, serving your whole family. But now, I’m tired. I don’t want this anymore.” These words completely enraged Daniel. “Amelia Stone, have I ever mistreated you since we got married? Everything you eat, wear, and use – didn’t I provide it all?” “You don’t have to deal with the stress of a job like I do; you just get to be a ‘lady of leisure’ at home every day! You’re still not satisfied with this good life?!” “I’m telling you, don’t even *think* about divorce!” A sharp pain shot through my wrist. I struggled to break free, and with too much force, I stumbled backward. “Daniel Miller, do you think I’m asking for your permission?” I looked at him coldly. “Let me tell you! Whether you agree or not, I’m divorcing you!” With that, I dragged a dusty suitcase from the wardrobe and started packing my things. In less than ten minutes, I had packed everything I owned. I didn’t want these old items to stir any painful emotions. The heartless Daniel had truly never given me a single gift. I carried my suitcase to the door. Daniel followed me. He frowned deeply. “Amelia Stone, you don’t even have money for a lawyer, and you’re dreaming of divorce?” I gave a self-deprecating laugh. He was right. Ten years of marriage, and my personal bank balance had never exceeded three digits. What had this seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage, in the eyes of outsiders, truly given me? I met his gaze, my eyes filled with cold indifference. “Daniel Miller, don’t trouble yourself worrying about my lawyer. “Whether I have money or not, you’ll find out after the divorce.”

    The next day, I contacted a lawyer to discuss divorce matters. Ms. Davies was an efficient, middle-aged woman. After listening to my account, she calmly analyzed. “Mr. Miller’s situation falls under typical emotional neglect and psychological abuse. While it’s hard to legally define him as the ‘at-fault’ party in that regard, we can fight for your maximum share of marital assets.” I nodded. “Ms. Davies, I want one more thing.” “What is it?” “My daughter’s sweater.” Ms. Davies paused, then seemed to understand, a flicker of sympathy in her eyes. “Ms. Stone, rest assured, I will handle this for you.” As I walked out of the law firm, my phone rang. It was Daniel. I hesitated, then answered. “Where are you?” His voice on the other end was laced with suppressed fury. “Get back here right now, I…” I cut him off directly. “Daniel Miller, I’ve already retained a lawyer. She’ll send you the divorce papers as soon as possible.” “If you don’t agree, we’ll see each other in court.” With that, I immediately hung up, not giving him a chance to babble further. Just then, I saw an Ins update notification. It was from Stella Reed. The latest post, half an hour ago, was a photo of her and Daniel at a carousel in an amusement park, leaning intimately together, with Lucy in his arms. “Thank you for giving us such a wonderful afternoon.” I knew she wanted to provoke me, but instead of getting angry, I simply tapped the ‘like’ button. Seconds later, the post vanished without a trace. It seemed I wasn’t the one who was truly provoked. A week later was Lily’s death anniversary. In previous years, I had always spent this day alone. I would buy a bouquet of her favorite white daisies and go to the cemetery to talk to her. Daniel always had various excuses for his absence. Either an important meeting or an urgent business trip. This year, just like always, I went to the suburban cemetery with a bouquet of daisies. The photo on the tombstone was taken when Lily was five. In it, she was wearing the yellow sweater I had knitted, smiling with innocent joy. I gently wiped the dust from the photo, speaking softly to her. “Lily, Mommy came to see you.” “Mommy moved recently, to a very quiet place.” “Mommy’s knitting you a new sweater. When it’s finished, I’ll burn it for you, so you won’t be cold over there…” As I spoke, my voice choked with emotion. Faint footsteps sounded behind me. I assumed it was a cemetery worker and didn’t turn around. Until a familiar voice spoke above my head. “Amelia?” I spun around abruptly and saw Daniel. He looked thinner, with faint dark circles under his eyes, his expression haggard. What shocked me even more was that he wasn’t alone. Beside him stood Stella Reed and her daughter Lucy. And on Lucy, starkly visible, was *that* yellow sweater. In that instant, all the blood in my body froze. “What are you doing here?” My voice trembled slightly with anger. Daniel seemed oblivious to my distress. He placed the chrysanthemums Stella was holding in front of the tombstone and sighed. “I brought Stella and Lucy to see Lily.” Stella also stepped forward, bowing to the tombstone, and said softly, “Lily, Aunt Stella came to see you. Don’t blame your daddy, he always had you in his heart.” I let out a cold laugh. “Daniel Miller, what right does she have to visit my daughter? Your friend? Your neighbor?” I paused, my gaze like a knife. “Or your first love?” At that, Daniel and Stella’s faces both changed. Daniel instinctively stepped forward, shielding Stella, and snapped fiercely, “Amelia Stone! What nonsense are you spouting?! Don’t you dare tarnish Stella’s reputation here!” The more he defended her, the more he confirmed the truth. “Nonsense, you say?” I advanced on him, step by step. “Your girlfriend from college, the one you dated for three years, wasn’t her name Stella Reed? Later, her family ran into trouble, and she left without a word, and you were depressed for an entire year because of it. Did you think I didn’t know?” “You married me simply because I was honest, easy to control, a ‘suitable wife’ for settling down.” “And you think I don’t know? The apartment Stella lives in now? You bought it for her!”

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  • My Coworker’s Free Nanny Demand? Hell No!

    After getting engaged, I went back to work, handing out celebratory treats and accepting congratulations from my colleagues. Suddenly, a chilling voice cut through the cheerful atmosphere, its words sharp and grating: “A wife who’ll do your laundry, cook your meals, pop out babies, and take care of your parents – all for free.” “Plus, she’ll help you earn money, pay off your car and mortgage, and ease all your financial stress.” “The best part? She’s *happy* to do it. Honestly, she’s such a dream wife, even *I’d* consider marrying her.” “Seriously, where can I find a free live-in maid like that?” The joyous mood instantly froze. Everyone turned to stare at the speaker: Bethany. Noticing all eyes on her, Bethany just smiled, unwrapped a treat, and popped it into her mouth. “What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve?” “Must have.” Bethany chuckled, her gaze fixed on me. “Chloe, why don don’t you just call off your engagement and get engaged to *me*, marry *me*?” “You’re going to be a free maid anyway, so why not be mine?” “We’re both women, I can empathize with you way more than any man could.” “And besides, I really could use a free maid who’s willing to contribute financially and physically.” All eyes shifted to me. I shot Bethany a glance and tried to change the subject. “Don’t joke around, everyone! Don’t just stand there, grab some candy…” I didn’t finish. Bethany cut me off, winking playfully. “I’m not joking, I’m serious.” “You look like such a fool, happily counting the money for the person who just sold you out. It honestly makes me want to take advantage of you.” “I truly, genuinely want a free maid like you. I want to experience a man’s joy. Think about it.” A wave of irritation surged inside me. I took a deep breath, stopped handing out candy, and looked directly at Bethany. “You? No thanks. You don’t impress me.” Bethany, who had been smiling, didn’t seem to expect that answer. Her expression instantly stiffened. “What do you mean I don’t impress you?” “My qualifications are more than enough for someone of your caliber…” I cut her off, letting all my pent-up frustration spill out. “My fiancé is six-foot-one, handsome and clean-cut. You’re barely five feet tall. Is there really any comparison? My fiancé has abs and great stamina. You’re built like a bowling ball and get winded just walking downstairs for takeout. Is there any comparison? My fiancé owns his home and car outright, with a healthy savings account. You have no house, no car, no savings, and you barely clear three thousand a month, which is less than me! My fiancé is twenty-seven, cheerful, charming, and knows how to make a woman feel special. You’re thirty-three, a blabbermouth, and utterly venomous.” “Honestly, if you were a guy, you’d be the type who’s permanently single because no one could stand you.” “Me with you? Doing your laundry, cooking your food, having your kids? Haha, you’ve got to be kidding.” Everyone’s eyes had been on me, buzzing with excitement, ready for the drama. By the time I finished, they gasped, holding their breath, their faces even more expressive. And Bethany’s face was the most exaggerated of all. Her features twisted and contorted. With a loud bang, she slapped the table, stood up, and glared at me. “You’re lying! Don’t you dare slander me! I’m nothing like what you said…” Since I had already decided to argue, I wasn’t going to back down. I cut her off again. “I’m lying? Slandering you? Nothing like what I said? Which part? Your height? Did you lie about being five feet tall? Are you actually less than that, not even five feet? Your salary? Oh, this month you missed a few days, so you’ve been docked, making it closer to three thousand? Your age? Did you lie about that too? Are you actually… forty this year?” “Wow, you’ve aged well, can’t even tell. You look, at most… thirty-nine.” Some of the watching colleagues couldn’t hold it in and burst into laughter. Bethany, already furious, lost all control. Her eyes wide, she roared. “Shut up! Don’t you dare laugh! Get out! All of you, get out!” I was unfazed. I snatched back the celebratory treat I had just given Bethany. “At your age, you should watch your sugar intake. It’ll make you look even older. Don’t eat it! And talk less. Your breath stinks, like you haven’t brushed your teeth in forty years!” With that, I ignored Bethany’s venomous glare, turned, and walked away. A colleague hurried towards me, passing by with a snicker. “Chloe, that was amazing! She’s such a jerk, you should have stood up to her sooner!”

    This wasn’t the first time Bethany had been passive-aggressive with me. When I joined the company, Bethany had already been there for two years. Initially, she was very friendly. She helped me learn the ropes at work and answered my questions. During breaks, she’d share snacks and tell me which takeout places nearby were good. I was grateful, and we quickly became close. The change happened three months after I started. My project proposal was excellent, and Mr. Davies was very pleased. He praised me and gave me a bonus. Half an hour later, Bethany was reprimanded for a work error. Her salary was docked, and Mr. Davies disparaged her, saying she wasn’t as good as the new hire—me. It was just a casual comparison from Mr. Davies, and it had nothing to do with me. But Bethany couldn’t accept it. She took it to heart. She started being passive-aggressive and belittling me. When I needed to talk to her for work, she’d give a twisted, sneering smile. “Oh, look, the company’s star new employee is here to guide this old timer. What an honor.” “Hey, even if you’re guiding me, don’t get too close. You’re dirty, so dirty!” When I shared snacks or drinks with her, she’d feign shock. “Wow, that brand is expensive! You can afford that now? Got a raise, become a rich girl, huh?” “No need to share with me, though. I don’t eat that stuff. Only my dog eats that brand.” I tried to talk to her, hoping to resolve the conflict. But it was useless. She didn’t want to. She only wanted to belittle and disgust me. It escalated over time. I’d wear a new outfit, and she’d quip, “Well, expensive clothes sure are different, you look like you raided your great-grandmother’s attic!” I’d get a new haircut, and she’d snicker, “A hundred sixty bucks for *that*? You somehow managed to look like a complete idiot – a perfect match for you!” I’d put on full makeup, and she’d joke I was ready to audition as a scare actor for a haunted house. She seized every possible opportunity to humiliate me. From initial hurt, I grew angry and wanted to argue back. But an older colleague, before leaving the company, clued me in: “You know how some people act like they’re experts on everything, from rocket science to politics? The type who, if you just nod along and agree, they’ll be thrilled, ready to treat you like their best friend. But if you dare to point out even one tiny inaccuracy, they’ll flip out, ready to kick you out of their metaphorical car. What does that tell you about that person? What do they really see you as?” Bethany was arrogant and conceited. She never saw me as a friend. What she always needed was a naive new hire, less capable than her, who would praise her and provide her with emotional validation. Now that I was familiar with the company and my skills had improved, I naturally didn’t need to flatter her. I no longer fit her criteria, so I was “to be kicked out of the car.” Besides, I came to work to earn money, making friends was just a bonus— My core purpose needed to be crystal clear. Instantly, my internal struggle vanished. I stopped dwelling on Bethany, no longer bothered by her words. I just ignored her. I ignored her so thoroughly that the entire department was shocked by my apparent lack of temper. Everyone knew I wouldn’t argue with her. I had originally planned to keep ignoring her today. After all, in my mind, she was just a buzzing fly. But she kept making me unhappy, even on such a joyous occasion. Not to curse her out, not to make her lose face, wouldn’t that be a disservice to her?

    The day after I unleashed on Bethany, I went back to work on the project proposal I’d been developing for three months. I sent the latest revised document, as requested, and waited for client feedback. But after I clicked send, I froze. In the chat window, the message hadn’t gone through. All I saw was a bright red exclamation mark and the message below it: “You are no longer friends with this contact.” What? The project was progressing so well, why would they suddenly delete me? A mistake? Just as I was thinking of re-adding them, Mr. Davies suddenly called me into his office. As soon as I walked in, he slammed a file onto the desk in front of me. “I told you to speed things up, communicate more with the client, and finalize the proposal quickly!” “Look at this, look! Right at the finish line, the client bailed, saying they’re canceling the contract!” “All that time wasted, all those company resources used, for nothing!” “You… I don’t even know what to say to you!” “If you can do the job, do it! If not, get out!” I was utterly confused. I opened the file Mr. Davies had slammed down. It was the client’s information – the client I’d been communicating with for three months! They had canceled the partnership, they had deleted me. So… it wasn’t a mistake? But that couldn’t be right! I’d been on this for three months, revising the proposal countless times to meet the client’s demands. I’d pulled who knows how many all-nighters, lost who knows how much hair. Even on the morning of my engagement party, I was still working on client requests. There were many challenges, but the client’s satisfaction was high! This project had been progressing steadily, it was practically in the bag! How could it suddenly be canceled? I still couldn’t believe it. “Mr. Davies, this must be a mistake, it’s impossible…” Mr. Davies’s anger flared. “Impossible? What’s impossible?! It’s in black and white, signed and sealed! Am I forging this to trick you, or is the client tricking you?” “Your bonus for this month is gone!” “If this happens again, you can go home and be a full-time housewife!” “Get out!” Holding the file, my steps felt unsteady. A sense of unreality enveloped me. How could this be? I followed all the requirements, and the client never showed dissatisfaction before… Should I call them again to confirm, in case there was some misunderstanding? Just then, I bumped into Bethany. I was too preoccupied to deal with her, but she blocked my way. “Well, well, company superstar. Client bailed, got chewed out by Mr. Davies, huh?” I ignored her, trying to walk around her. But Bethany’s next words stopped me cold. “When there’s a free, ready-made option, who’d be dumb enough to pay big money for an identical proposal?” My steps faltered. I turned back, incredulous. “What did you say?” Bethany smirked triumphantly. She glanced left and right to make sure no one was around, then leaned close to my ear, lowering her voice. “I said, I secretly copied your data and anonymously sent it all to your client.” My eyes widened instantly. I stared hard at Bethany’s face. Mischief, mockery, triumph, glee… Bethany stared back at me. “Still don’t believe me? Then let me tell you a few data points only you would know…” Bethany casually reeled off a string of numbers. They were exact, the core data from my proposal! It really was her! A fire ignited in my heart. “You’re crazy! Why would you do this? You…” Bethany’s eyes narrowed, and she cut me off. “Why would I do this? How dare you even ask!” “Every single venomous word you used to humiliate me yesterday? I remember them all!” “You bitch, didn’t expect karma to come knocking so soon, did you?” Every single venomous word I used to humiliate her yesterday? I gritted my teeth and grabbed Bethany’s collar. “My humiliation of you wasn’t even one-thousandth of what you’ve done to me!” Bethany ripped herself free, her voice suddenly louder, her fury intensifying. “What right do you have to compare yourself to me? You’re not worthy!” “You and I are not equals! I have more seniority, I’m more capable, I’ll always be better than you!” “You should be trailing behind me, letting me promote you!” “But you didn’t!” “Not only did you not, but you dared to humiliate me, those words…” Bethany paused, took a deep breath, and spread her hands. “The client got your proposal, canceled the partnership, you got chewed out by Mr. Davies, and lost your bonus.” “After three months of working your ass off, the forty thousand dollar bonus you were about to get is gone.” “So many benefits!” “But it’s still not enough!” Bethany savored my anger, then laughed, raising her hand to lightly tap my face in disdain. “There’s more fun to come.” “Mess with me, and you’ll regret it!” Bethany finished, shoved me aside, and walked away.

    Watching her leave, feeling the lingering warmth on my face, I was livid. I turned, ready to march back and explain everything to Mr. Davies. But a sliver of rationality held me back. Bethany dared to openly admit this to me, so someone must have helped her. Everything must have been prepared. I wouldn’t be able to expose her with just words. But what she did wouldn’t be flawless! There were cameras in the office, and only I knew my computer password. So she couldn’t have copied it physically. It had to be online. And if it was online, my computer, the one that was copied, must have left traces. Those traces were evidence! I swallowed my rage and returned to my desk, meticulously checking my computer. As I was sifting through files, my phone rang. Messages from my mom and Liam popped up almost simultaneously: [Daughter, I got a text from a short number saying you’re selling your body for work!] [Your dad and I both got it. It also said you have an STD. What’s going on?] [Honey, did you upset someone?] [Someone Photoshopped nude pictures of you and sent them to me and my parents from a virtual number.] [It also said ninety percent of your job opportunities came from selling your body.] [The words… were really, really disgusting…] I froze, then quickly clicked to have Liam send me screenshots of the messages. Liam initially refused. But finally, he couldn’t resist my insistence and sent them over. I opened them: [The woman you’re about to marry for hundreds of thousands in dowry? She’s been passed around countless times!] [She throws herself at any man, any job opportunity, like a slutty dog.] [Image], [Image], [Image], [Image], [Image], [Image] [You haven’t seen her acting like this, have you? You haven’t enjoyed her being so eager?] [Marry a rotten whore, you stupid man, you betrayed animal, wait till you get an STD.] [Then she, you, and your kids will all have STDs!] [Oh, I’m being optimistic. The child she gives birth to might not even be yours!] My knuckles turned white gripping the phone. My breathing hitched. Rumors! Now? Rumors about me? I didn’t even need to think who was behind it! I shot up, glaring at Bethany across the office. She was looking at me. Our eyes met, and she immediately smiled. Her lips mouthed: The, real, show, is, yet, to, come! More to come! She wasn’t stopping! My job! My reputation! My family! My single act of defiance had earned me her disgusting revenge! Now, it seemed, in her eyes, I was not only never a friend, never an equal. I was more like a dog! A dog that, upon even the slightest resistance, Bethany, its owner, would utterly destroy! I looked down at my computer, which still showed no traces, and then at my phone, displaying those vile messages. She attacks me, I passively accept, then search for her weaknesses. No, no, that’s too passive. Offense is the best defense! If she wants to play, I’ll play with her! Who’s the human and who’s the dog remains to be seen! No! There’s something… It won’t just defeat her, it could ruin her entire life!

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  • The system forced me to be a simp, but I trained the fuckboy into my loyal dog.

    ### 全文翻译 ### My Toxic System Wants Me Dead I’ve been stuck in this toxic romance novel for three years now. My system told me that as soon as the male lead’s affection meter hits 100%, I can finally go home. To get back, I’d willingly spent three years acting like his ultimate doormat. Then, one day, the system suddenly told me to go catch him cheating. It said it was a little game for couples to deepen their feelings. 【Host, he’s deliberately letting you find him and his ‘white moonlight’ at the hotel! He’s trying to provoke you, force you to get jealous! Men love seeing women fight over them!】 【Quick! Go in and join them! Become part of their game, and his affection meter will absolutely skyrocket!】 【Trust me, he’s waiting for you to burst in! He’s desperate for you to care!】 Listening to the system’s fervent instructions, I pushed open the hotel room door with a surge of adrenaline. But what greeted me wasn’t an increase in my boyfriend’s affection. It was his icy, disgusted glare, and a wad of cash he threw at me: “Trying to get my attention with these pathetic stunts again? Take the money and get lost. Don’t bother me.” I was dragged out of the hotel by security guards, humiliated, and left to shiver in the rain. I wiped away my tears. “I’m so stupid, falling for this idiotic system’s tricks again.”

    Rain lashed down on me, quickly soaking through my thin dress. I hugged my knees, crouching by the hotel entrance, like a stray dog abandoned by its owner. I wanted to leave, to escape this humiliating place immediately. But the system started screaming in my head. 【You can’t leave! Host, now is the crucial moment for the male lead to test your sincerity!】 【He was just angry before. When he’s done and comes out to see you still waiting in the rain, all his anger will turn into heartache!】 【Haven’t you read those classic romance novels? It’s called ‘love in the rain,’ meant to seal your destiny forever! This storm today is meant to elevate your love!】 I looked up at the sky. The rain was coming down so hard, it felt like the heavens had broken. My lips started turning purple, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably. “I… I’m so cold.” 【Being cold is perfect! The more pathetic you look, the more heartbroken he’ll be! Trust me, he’s definitely restless in that room right now, with his mind full of you!】 I chose to believe it again. To go home, I had no other choice. I just stayed there, huddled under the hotel’s eaves, watching luxury cars drive in and couples intimately leave under their umbrellas. No one spared me a second glance. Time ticked by, minute by agonizing minute. My consciousness began to blur, and my body turned from icy cold to burning hot. 【Host, hold on! Every minute you wait now is another minute of heartache you cause him!】 【When he comes out and sees you, sick and collapsed because of him, that guilt will send his affection meter through the roof!】 The system’s voice still echoed in my mind. I leaned against the cold wall, my body starting to slide down uncontrollably. In a haze, I almost thought I saw Blake’s anxious face rushing towards me. I foolishly imagined he would hold me, wrap me in his warm coat, and take me home. But none of it happened. The sky had turned from pitch black to the soft, grey light of dawn. The rain finally lessened. The hotel’s revolving doors moved. I used every ounce of strength to lift my head. It was Blake. He looked refreshed, his hair perfectly combed, clearly having enjoyed a very pleasant night. Beside him, still in a thin dress, was his ‘white moonlight’—his idealized first love, Serena. My heart, in that moment, sank to the very bottom. Blake’s gaze swept over me without the slightest pause. He even frowned. Serena shivered, complaining, “Blake, it’s a bit cold.” Blake immediately took off his own jacket and draped it over Serena’s shoulders. Then, he embraced her and got into the car already waiting at the entrance, speeding away without a backward glance. Not once did he look at me properly. The car wheels splashed through a puddle, splattering me with mud. I couldn’t hold on any longer and completely lost consciousness. I woke up again in a hospital. A kind stranger had brought me here. The doctor said I had a high fever and exposure to the rain; any later, and I might have developed pneumonia. I lay in the hospital bed, the light illuminating my pale face. The system was finally quiet. I opened the system panel. The affection meter in the top right corner still read 5%. For three years, that number had never changed. Late at night, in my feverish state, I kept dreaming of going home. In my dreams, there was my mom’s homemade apple pie and warm mashed potatoes, and my cozy little bed. I woke up crying, finding my pillow soaked. The system popped up just then. 【Host, I’m so sorry. I underestimated the male lead’s ability to conceal his true feelings.】 【He didn’t show it then because he needed to maintain his cold demeanor in front of his ‘white moonlight.’ I detected that he tossed and turned all night, unable to rest.】 I listened numbly. It continued: 【But it’s okay. Even though it didn’t succeed this time, it showed him your determination. We’ll try a different strategy.】 What other strategy could I have? Except to be an even more obedient dog.

    After being discharged, I returned to the villa. Blake was in the living room, on a FaceTime call with Serena, smiling dotingly. Seeing me return, he didn’t even end the call. He just lifted his chin, giving me an order: “Since you’re so free, find something to do.” “Starting tomorrow, you’ll make lunch for Serena every day and personally deliver it to her office.” Serena, on the other end of the FaceTime, let out a sweet giggle: “Blake, don’t be like that, it’s too much trouble for Cassidy.” Blake’s face held a smirk, his tone dismissive. “She’s just lounging around anyway. It’s her honor to serve you.” My hands clenched silently at my sides. But the system was having a party in my head. 【Host! Amazing news! He’s telling you to deliver food to the ‘white moonlight’! This is creating an opportunity for you!】 【Think about it, appearing in front of Serena every day is practically you staking your claim, isn’t it?】 【You’re telling everyone that the only one who gets to lovingly prepare meals for Blake’s woman is you, Cassidy!】 What else could I say? I could only accept. The next day, I received a menu from Serena. Only one item: Mango Mousse. My heart plummeted. The system asked, puzzled: 【What’s wrong, Host? That’s so simple.】 My voice was hoarse. “I… I’m allergic to mangoes.” It wasn’t just that I couldn’t eat them. Even smelling the scent or handling the fruit would trigger a severe allergic reaction. 【Allergic?】 The system fell silent for a few seconds, then shrieked. 【Fantastic! Host, this is a heaven-sent opportunity!】 【Think about it, you’re risking an allergic reaction to make cake for his woman! What kind of spirit is that?】 【This is true, heroic devotion! How much heartache will he feel when he finds out? This is more effective than delivering a hundred meals!】 So, I put on double gloves and a mask and went into the kitchen. But the scent of mangoes still crept in. My skin started itching, my throat felt blocked, and I coughed uncontrollably, my chest aching. But I endured, carefully slicing the fruit, whipping the cream, and layering the crust. Then, I delivered the finished cake to Serena’s company. It was a high-end fashion company with luxurious decor. My simple clothes made me feel completely out of place. All the way there, I endured the receptionist’s disdainful looks and the employees’ whispered mockery. When I reached Serena’s office, Blake was there too. He seemed to always be there. I placed the cake on the table. Serena didn’t even glance at me. She just opened the box and exclaimed exaggeratedly, “Wow, it’s beautiful! Cassidy, your hands are so skilled.” But she dug out a large piece of cake with her fork, then didn’t eat it. Seeing this, Blake assumed she didn’t like it, and his face instantly darkened. He sharply turned and glared at me, his eyes filled with disgust and impatience. “Cassidy, what kind of garbage did you make? You can’t even make a simple cake!” “And you look disgusting with that coughing fit and your face all blotchy. Don’t stand there grossing out Serena!” My heart felt like it had been violently stabbed by him. Only then did Serena smile, satisfied. “Blake, don’t be so harsh on Cassidy. I just suddenly lost my appetite.” “But this cake is Cassidy’s effort, don’t waste it.” She bent down and offered the spoon to a Pomeranian dog at her feet. “Pippin, sweetie, try this. That auntie made it especially for you.” My heart instantly turned to ice. The little dog happily stuck out its tongue, licking the cake I’d poured my literal blood, sweat, and tears into, nearly coughing myself to death. “Aww, Pippin is so good! You’re eating so well.” Serena stroked the dog’s head, not even looking at me. I stiffly turned my head to Blake, my eyes pleading slightly. I thought he would at least say something for me. But he didn’t. He just leaned lazily on the couch, watching dotingly. He said, “As long as you’re happy.” Suppressed snickers erupted around the room. The system was frantically scrolling across my mind. 【Host, did you see that?! He yelled at you! He yelled at you in front of his ‘white moonlight’! This is called ‘reverse favoritism’!】 【He’s deliberately belittling you to lower Serena’s guard! In reality, his heart is bleeding for you!】 【He called you disgusting, but he was actually heartbroken by your allergic reaction! Men are just so contradictory!】 My voice was trembling. “He… they fed the cake I made to a dog…” 【The point isn’t that it was fed to a dog, the point is Serena is happy! Did you hear what the male lead said? ‘As long as you’re happy!’】 【This means that as long as you can make Serena happy, the male lead will be happy!】 【Once the male lead is happy, won’t that affection meter just come flooding in?】 【Host, this is a shortcut to his heart! You’re not trying to please Serena now, you’re directly conquering the male lead by pleasing Serena!】 I was speechless. Seeing me stare blankly, Blake’s eyes started to show impatience. “Why are you still here? Waiting to be laughed to death?” I numbly stood up and left the office. I don’t know how I walked out of that building. I only remember on the way back, I clawed at my arms, leaving bloody scratches, but the itching was still excruciating. Passing a mirror, I saw large red rashes all over my face and neck, looking utterly miserable. I remembered Blake’s words, “looking disgusting,” and his doting kiss, Serena’s triumphant smile, and the dog eating my hard work. It started raining again on the road. The heavy sound of the rain finally drowned out my uncontrollable sobs. And on the system panel, that 5% affection meter remained stubbornly fixed, completely unchanged.

    Days slipped by in numbness and humiliation. Soon, a very special day for me arrived. It was the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing, the day I was inexplicably pulled into this book world. My grandma was my only family. After she passed away, I was chosen by the system and thrown into this hellhole. The only thing I brought with me was a simple wooden hair pin my grandmother left me. For three years, it had been my most important emotional anchor. Every year on this day, I would take it out, talk to it, and pretend my grandma was still here. But this year, I couldn’t even keep that last bit of solace. Blake, wanting to throw a grand birthday party for Serena, had a sudden idea: a “treasure hunt game” at the villa. He had the butler round up all the interesting little trinkets in the villa as prizes. Then, he saw the small wooden box I kept by my bedside. He opened the box, took out the hairpin, and twirled it in his fingers, a look of undisguised contempt on his face. “What’s this? A piece of junk wood?” I rushed forward, trying to snatch it back. “Give it back! It’s my grandmother’s keepsake!” Blake was clearly startled, then his face darkened. It was the first time in three years I had ever raised my voice at him. Feeling his authority challenged, he shoved me to the ground, pinching the hairpin between two fingers and holding it up. “A keepsake? Perfect. Since it’s so precious, let’s make it a prize.” “I announce that whoever finds it fastest at the party will get one wish granted by me.” “No! Please! You can’t do this!” I knelt on the floor, tears streaming down my face for the first time, begging him bitterly. But he completely ignored me, preparing to hand the hairpin to his assistant. I watched as my grandmother’s only relic was about to be degraded into a mere prop for strangers’ amusement, a bargaining chip for their personal gain. Three years of humiliation, and all the suppressed grievances and unwillingness, came crashing down in that moment. My mind went blank. The system was still screaming in my head. 【Host! This is a fantastic opportunity to integrate into his social circle!】 【It’s just a hairpin! Trading it for a chance to get noticed by his friends? That’s a steal! Hurry and say you agree!】 I didn’t listen. I scrambled up from the floor, glaring at Blake. The instant he turned to hand the hairpin to his assistant, I slapped him hard across the face! “Slap!” A crisp, loud sound echoed through the empty living room. Everyone fell silent. Blake’s head snapped to the side, a clear five-finger mark quickly appearing on his face. He had grown up pampered, everything going his way, surrounded by admirers. This was the first time anyone had ever hit him. He turned slowly to look at me, disbelief in his eyes. “Cassidy, you dare hit me?” The next second, he grabbed my neck, slamming me against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot. “I guess I’ve been too lenient with you!” My head spun with stars from the impact. The choking sensation made it impossible to breathe, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. The system in my mind instantly crashed, letting out an unprecedented, piercing alarm: 【Alert! Alert! S-class violation! Host has attacked core capture target! You’re done for! Termination sequence initiated…】 I closed my eyes, waiting for death. Three years of torment, it was enough. Not being able to go home, or being terminated, anything was better than staying here! However, the expected searing pain didn’t come. Instead, a prompt I had never heard before sounded. 【Ding! Detecting unprecedented emotional fluctuation in capture target!】 【Congratulations, Host! Successfully triggered hidden core plotline – Chasing Wife to Cremation Grounds!】 【Blake’s Affection +20%! Current Affection: 25%!】

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  • My husband suggested an open marriage. I agreed, and even found him a stunningly gorgeous partner.

    My husband proposed an open marriage, and I agreed. A plan began to brew in my mind. Just as I’d anticipated, his mistress got pregnant and pressured him to divorce me. I didn’t cry, didn’t make a scene. I simply smiled and signed the divorce papers. But who would have thought that soon after, his business would take a sudden hit, his company would go bankrupt, and he’d fall gravely ill. As for me? I was just starting to reach the peak of my life. “Clara, listen, I have a friend—” David had just returned from a business trip, and he was unusually eager to talk to me. He grabbed my hand, his eyes sparkling with an almost predatory glint as he excitedly began: “Didn’t he have a big fight with his wife a while ago? They were about to divorce.” “But then they decided not to. Do you know why?” “They tried an open marriage.” My internal alarm bells screamed. His next words confirmed everything. “The benefits of an open marriage are just incredible, like for example…” “It can spice up a dull, boring relationship. You get to experience different lives with different people.” His eyes were full of a hungry light as he spoke, a stark contrast to the weary gaze I’d grown so used to. He used to just lie on the couch, glued to his phone, the moment he got home from work. The passion had faded, and the monotony of our life together had clearly bored him. I knew exactly what was going on. He’d made a lot of money now, and he wanted *more*. One woman was never going to be enough for him, was she? A bitter taste filled my mouth, but I pushed it down, interrupting him: “If an open marriage is so great, why don’t we give it a try?” “Seriously?” David’s face registered pure shock. I nodded. “No kidding, when have I ever fooled you? But I do have one condition.” “I get to pick your playmate.” “Uh…” David frowned, a conflicted expression on his face. I patted his shoulder. “Relax. I’ll pick someone perfect for you, I won’t just throw any random person your way.” “Alright then!” David and I had known each other for thirty years. We practically shared the same nursery clothes, growing up side-by-side. We started dating at sixteen, got married at twenty-three right after college, and had Lily at twenty-four. All these years, he’d always been decent to me. When I complained about work, he said he’d take care of me. When I said housework was exhausting, he’d help out after work. I honestly thought we’d grow old together, a perfect couple. I never imagined that the first thing he’d think about after making money was finding a mistress, all under the fancy guise of an “open marriage.” They say money changes men, and he was living proof. It was my fault too, I suppose. I believed him when he said he’d take care of me. Now, if I left him, I wouldn’t even be able to survive. I wouldn’t even have enough cash for a cheap motel room. 2. It took me a lot of effort to find the right “playmate” for David. Her name was Brooke. She was a fresh college graduate, from a poor family, and absolutely obsessed with money. She was stunning, no doubt. Flawless skin, delicate features, and a body that screamed ‘trouble.’ Her voice was a syrupy sweet whisper, the kind that made men melt. The perfect type for David, really. “So, what do you think? Happy?” I asked, looking at David, whose eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Happy. More than happy.” David nodded vigorously, his hand already reaching for Brooke’s waist, barely able to contain himself. Brooke didn’t shy away; she leaned into his embrace. They looked less like strangers meeting for the first time and more like a couple who’d been secretly having an affair for years. Less than two weeks after David and Brooke got together, he had her move in with us. Three was definitely a crowd, and I was clearly the odd one out, slowly being pushed to the margins of my own home. I wasn’t the lady of the house anymore; I was just the live-in chef. Brooke, especially, started off polite, but quickly became bolder and bolder. I figured she was trying to drive me out so she could marry David herself. One morning, as I was making breakfast in the kitchen, David and Brooke were practically glued together on the couch, making out as if no one else existed. Lily, my daughter, rolled her eyes as she helped me with the chores. “Mom, when are you going to divorce him?” “I can’t stand Dad and Aunt Brooke acting like animals in the house every single day.” I gave her head a comforting pat, smiling. “Don’t worry, sweetie. All according to plan.” At breakfast, Brooke deliberately flaunted the hickeys on her neck and collarbone. “David, you wore me out last night. I’m sore all over.” She glanced at me, a smug smile playing on her lips. “It must be nice, Clara. Sleeping alone every night, no need to worry about what clothes to wear to cover up any… marks the next day.” David pulled Brooke into a tender hug. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’ll be gentler tonight.” Then he looked up at me. “Clara, while I’m at work, please take good care of Brooke. Make her some nourishing soup.” I didn’t actually feel anything, but I made sure my face showed obvious displeasure. “David, get this straight. I’m your lawfully wedded wife, not your personal assistant or maid. I’m already being incredibly generous letting you two carry on under my roof.” Brooke purred, wrapping her arms tightly around David’s neck. “It’s okay, David. I can take care of myself.” “Ugh…” David sighed, looking at me with a hint of resentment. I just lowered my head and sipped my porridge, pretending not to notice. 3. After David left for work, Lily and I stayed in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes. Brooke followed us in. “Clara, don’t you see? David doesn’t love you anymore.” “You might be legally married, but they say the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel.” “Honestly, instead of watching David and me be all lovey-dovey every day, why don’t you just divorce him? Then you could start a new relationship too.” I scoffed. “David and I have an open marriage. I can start a new relationship whenever I want, no divorce needed.” “Unlike you. Even if you and David broke up, you wouldn’t get a dime of his money.” “You…” Brooke stomped her foot, huffing with anger. “You just wait, Clara. David will ask for a divorce himself.” With that, she slammed the bedroom door shut and disappeared inside. Lily and I exchanged a triumphant look, a silent high-five for a plan well executed. That evening, the moment David walked through the door, Brooke clung to him like a limpet. “David, Clara was so mean to me when you were gone.” “What did she do?” David frowned, his eyes narrowed in displeasure as he looked at me, putting dinner on the table. Brooke pouted, looking pitiful. “She called me your… your bedmate.” “And she said you’d throw me away like trash once you were bored, that I was just your dirty little secret.” “Clara.” David’s gaze was icy. “Brooke is the one you personally picked for me. What are you trying to do, talking to her like that?” “If you can’t handle it, you shouldn’t have agreed in the first place.” I shrugged indifferently. “No big deal. Just making sure she knows her place.” Brooke’s eyes flickered with surprise. She hadn’t expected me to not only avoid explaining myself but to actually admit to what she’d said. That night, David, in an effort to protect Brooke, verbally tore me apart. “Clara, while you’re telling others to know their place, maybe you should know yours first.” “You need to understand, you’re just a useless old woman who never brought a dime into this house.” “Without me, you’d end up begging on the streets.” “So, if you want to keep having a roof over your head, stop bullying Brooke when I’m not home.” I peeled a tangerine, nodding in agreement with David’s words. He was right. In seven years of marriage, all I’d done was give birth, raise Lily, cook, and do housework. I truly hadn’t brought in a single cent. That’s why, rich or not, a woman needs a job. Because only money can truly prove your worth. Everything else? No one sees it. To prevent Brooke from being “bullied” by me again, David rented a large apartment for her. After Brooke moved out, David never came home. Lily started to worry. “Mom, what if Dad never comes home? Is our plan going to fall apart?” I gave her cheek a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy has a backup plan.” 4. On Monday, while David was at work, I paid Brooke a visit. Following the usual etiquette of bringing a small gift, I even made sure to bring her favorite fruit: mangoes. Just kidding, she hated mangoes. Brooke’s face fell, turning sullen the moment she opened the door and saw me. “What do *you* want, old woman?” I placed the mangoes on the coffee table, then crossed my legs confidently on the sofa, immediately establishing my dominance. “I’m here to help you face reality.” “David might be doting on you now, but it doesn’t change the fact that in an open marriage, he can dote on anyone he wants.” “Today it’s you, tomorrow there could be a thousand more like you. So, I advise you to break things off with David sooner rather than later, before you get thrown out.” “What the hell do you know?” Brooke spat through gritted teeth. “David promised me last night in bed that he’d be good to me forever, that I’d get a share of all his assets!” “Ha…” I mocked her with a wry chuckle. “Whatever he gives you, I have the right to take back. After all, it’s marital property.” Brooke stared at me, her eyes ablaze with a fierce anger. She was silent for a long moment before finally saying, “He *will* divorce you.” “Oh really? I don’t believe it.” Then I pointed to the mangoes on the table. “I brought you some fruit. Don’t forget to eat it.” Brooke, fuming, threw all the mangoes into the trash. As I left, I didn’t forget to have the moving crew help me take away all the gifts David had given Brooke. Brooke tried to stop them several times, but the bodyguards I’d hired pinned her to the sofa, completely immobilized. Watching the truck fill up with clothes, bags, cosmetics, gold, and silver jewelry, memories slowly surfaced. From dating to marriage with David, fourteen whole years. He’d always given me gifts on holidays, but most of them were cheap trinkets. Especially after we got married, he’d mostly give me small household tools to help with chores, like aprons, electric griddles, or robot vacuums. Huh… Men. For them, love was just another transaction. 5. That evening, David, for once, came home. The moment he walked in, he started yelling at me, pointing at me as I ate at the dining table. “Clara, what the hell is wrong with you? We have an open marriage, what’s with you constantly trying to stir up trouble between Brooke and me?” “Have you forgotten the vows you made to me on our wedding day? You said your greatest joy was seeing me happy. What do you mean by making me unhappy now?” “And everything you have right now, I worked my ass off for it. If you still want to live a comfortable life, then do your job as a wife properly.” Facing David’s wild accusations and his complete dismissal of my years of dedication, I didn’t get angry. Instead, I calmly took out a divorce agreement, smiling. “Let’s get a divorce. Marry Brooke. She’s a much better fit for you than I am.” Just as I expected, David refused to divorce me. Truth be told, he loved neither me nor Brooke. He simply wanted someone to run his household while he swapped women on the side. An open marriage was the perfect excuse. He wouldn’t have to bear the shame of cheating, and he could openly date other women. After David left, I sent the recording of his refusal to divorce me to Brooke. [Oh no, Brooke! I want to divorce David, but he won’t let me!] [He might spend a lot of money on you, but that doesn’t change the fact that in his eyes, you’re just a playmate.] [You’re so pathetic.] Her status showed “typing,” but no message ever came through. I knew Brooke was so furious she didn’t know how to retort. So, I kindly offered her some advice. [How about you have a son for David?] [Only having a daughter has always been his biggest regret. He’s built such a huge business; he’s bound to want a son to inherit it.] Sure enough, her status no longer showed “typing,” and no message was returned. I figured Brooke had taken my advice to heart. Well, I wished her success. 6. Two months later, David returned home again, bringing Brooke with him. David slapped the divorce agreement onto the table, pointing to the signature line on the last page. “Clara, you know, the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel.” “I’m sure, given your moral standing, you wouldn’t want to be a mistress.” I meticulously read the asset distribution page from beginning to end, and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “David, you’re truly cheap. Why do I only get an electric scooter and ten thousand dollars?” David snorted. “You mostly use it for dropping off Lily and going to the grocery store. An electric scooter is perfect for you.” “The ten thousand dollars is my ‘salary’ for you. You haven’t created any value in all these years of marriage, but you’ve certainly put in the effort.” Brooke, nestled sweetly in David’s arms, chimed in, “Clara, ten thousand dollars is a lot!” “If you worked a normal job, it would take you ages to save up ten thousand!” “Besides, David and I have a baby to raise; our future financial pressure will be huge.” I didn’t argue with David about the asset distribution. Instead, I simply signed the document. My swift and decisive action actually surprised David. “Clara, you’re really okay with just an electric scooter and ten thousand dollars?” I smiled calmly. “Lily’s with me, isn’t she? Having her is enough. The rest doesn’t matter.” Before David could respond, I had already taken Lily into her room to pack our bags, ready to move out first thing in the morning. Lily sat on the bed, excitedly helping me organize my clothes. “Mom, I saw a house online that I really like.” “It’s super close to Dad’s place. If we live there, we’re definitely going to get lucky! And get rich!” I glanced at David, who was flirting with Brooke in the living room, and a subtle smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “That’s right! We’re going to get rich, and your dad is going to go bankrupt.”

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  • I transmigrated into a horror game and took down a sinister corporation.

    After transmigrating into a horror game, I was bound to a courage-boosting system. When I met specters, *my mind screamed:* *Please spare my life!* But my mouth blurted: “Is that all you’ve got? Is that truly the extent of your power?” Along the way, the double-headed werewolf quickly tucked away its fangs when it saw me. The long-haired vampire hid its hair when it met my gaze. Even the big boss was so intimidated by me that it lost all self-confidence. Seeing how friendly this terrifying world had become, I genuinely wanted to stay. But they all united and pleaded: “Sister Alice, please just go!” “Welcome, player, to the instance: Infinite Company. Current players: 15. Instance objective: Secure an executive position within the company. Time limit: 3 days. New player detected. Issuing your newbie gift package now. Please make good use of your benefits~” An eerie AI female voice echoed through the grand hall. A group of players gathered at the front desk, whispering amongst themselves. A man in a black uniform stepped forward, his face serious: “Who’s new? Report to me!” “Me,” a guy in his early twenties replied. “What benefit did you get?” “A meal voucher.” The uniformed man nodded. “Food item, useful. Hand it over, I’ll keep it safe.” The guy hesitated, then, seeing three other members in similar uniforms behind the man, handed over the voucher. “I’d like to join your team. I hope to get your protection.” The man sneered at him, then looked at the others: “I’m Blake, the captain of the Red Wolf Guild. We’re pros at clearing instances. If you want to join, you’ll need to offer something in exchange, and we’ll provide protection of equivalent value.” Outside the game, bullet comments scrolled rapidly. “The Red Wolf Guild? They’re a scam team, who’d dare join them?” “Only newbies would be so unlucky. His meal voucher is as good as gone.” “Not necessarily. Look at the players tackling this instance – mostly low-tier. Being with a professional team is still better than going solo.” “Surely there’s more than one newbie? Without enough benefits or cheats, it’ll be tough to pass.” The man spoke again: “Only one newbie?” “If you don’t step forward, I’ll search each of you.” I stood by a plant, meeting the man’s gaze. I offered a timid, awkward smile: “I… I’m a newbie too.” “What benefits do you have? Hand them over.” I quickly waved my hands: “No items.” The man narrowed his eyes, walking towards me. I cowered behind the plant, and with a nervous *thump*, I knocked over a flower vase. The AI female voice resonated in the hall: “Player detected to be extremely timid. Binding the Courage-Boosting System. You will now become extremely bold. Effect duration: 3 days within this instance.” The man paused, listening to the system broadcast. “A courage-boosting system? Seriously? That’s the most useless item I’ve ever heard of!” Players in the hall burst into laughter. I’ve always been a meek, timid person, and I watched them mock me. *Inside, I was thinking: I’m so sorry, I’ll leave right away.* But my mouth shot back: “This company is my home, and I’m in my home. Who are you to tell me what to do? Talk trash again, and I’ll slap you so hard your teeth will rattle!” The man raised his hand, intending to hit me, but was instantly swept aside by a tentacle. The six-eyed specter at the front desk looked our way. It flipped through documents at lightning speed, its expression grim. “New hires, line up to complete your onboarding process. Choose your position carefully; it affects your promotion ranking.” The man snorted, using his team’s advantage to be the first to choose a position. I was pushed to the very end, receiving an intern’s badge. The badge read: “Your identity is a low-tier employee, the lowest-ranking staff member in the company. Status level: one star.” As the man walked past me, he deliberately bumped my shoulder. “I’m the manager’s nephew, starting at three stars. Becoming an executive will be a breeze for me. You, on the other hand, will probably be eliminated on day one.” Fearing close contact, I instinctively reacted with an over-the-shoulder throw, sending the uniformed man crashing to the ground. Hearing the sound of bones crunching, I looked at him, terrified. *Inside, I was thinking: I’m so sorry, I truly deserve to die for touching you.* But my mouth snarled: “You’ve got a death wish, pal! Don’t you dare put your hands on me again. Did you just sign your own death warrant?” The man’s expression was utterly shocked. His teammates helped him up, and he grumbled as he entered the elevator. I couldn’t squeeze in, so I walked up the stairs alone. Sweat pouring, I finally climbed to the seventeenth floor. Just as I was about to press the doorbell, a piercing scream echoed from above. The AI female voice sounded. “Current players: 10.” “Players, you must progressively advance to Employee, Manager, and General Manager positions. Manager and above are considered company executives. Becoming an executive will earn you rewards from the capitalists.” “Assessment begins at 8 PM tonight. Failure to promote will result in elimination from the game.” “From now on, our slogan is: ‘No food, no sleep, just grind to make that dough!’” As soon as the AI voice finished, my mind instinctively recited: *No food, no sleep, just grind to make that dough!* But my mouth immediately blurted: “Hard work? Who needs it? Sleeping in is where the real profit is!” The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees, and I felt countless eyes fixed on me. The moment I stepped into the hall, those eyes all vanished. “Hey, newbie!” A familiar face appeared in the hall – it was Sam, the guy whose meal voucher had been confiscated earlier that morning. I walked over and sat next to him. Afraid to make eye contact with the strange entities, I immediately lowered my head, pretending to look through the resumes on the desk. Sam pulled his chair closer to me. “You’re timid, but you just did one thing right.” “The Red Wolf Guild said the most crucial thing in this instance is to completely immerse yourself in the environment. Here, every action must align with our assigned roles.” I nodded, secretly glancing around. In the brightly lit hall, there were at least a hundred specters. They were covered in tentacles and eyes. I could feel my heart rate skyrocketing. To distract myself, I flipped open a resume on the desk. *Inside, I was thinking: Wow, all these Master’s and PhDs are impressive!* But my mouth snapped: “Amateurs. They’re still miles behind me.” All hundred specters instantly looked up, their tentacles pointing at me. I quickly stood up. *Inside, I was thinking: Oh no, I really shouldn’t have been so arrogant. Forgive me!* But my mouth blurted: “Even a hundred of you combined couldn’t touch half my pinky finger!” My timid nature, which had honed my instincts, kicked in. Before they could attack, I grabbed Sam and sprinted out of the office hall. The moment we crossed the threshold, a sickening sound of flesh and bone being cleaved filled the air behind us. All hundred specters were decapitated in an instant, black ichor splattering across the grand hall. A grotesque green-skinned specter squelched out of a trash can, its body writhing. It began to pick up the severed heads from the floor, one by one, and shove them into its own squirming mass. “Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, ninety-nine…” “Ninety-nine… where’s the hundred?!” It slithered through the hall repeatedly, searching for the last two heads. Sam, eyes wide with terror, tugged at my sleeve: “Are the remaining heads… us two?” I was already terrified, my scalp tingling. *Inside, I was thinking: Please, don’t say such terrifying things.* But my mouth shot back: “That thing? I tell it what to do, not the other way around!” The green specter suddenly twisted its head and looked at me. “Arrogant human! I will harvest you!” Green slime oozed from its body, corroding everything around it. I’m naturally timid; even a casual stare from someone makes my heart pound. Now, a monstrous entity was rushing towards me, and I felt like I was about to burst. A system notification sounded: “Player detected to have triggered ‘The Reaper’s Harvest.’ Please prepare for your final purification.” *Inside, I was thinking: It’s chasing too fast, I can’t shake it off, I’m going to die for sure!* But my mouth smirked: “My charm is truly irresistible; even specters can’t help but fall for me.”

    Sam, beside me, was already drenched in sweat. “You’re so confident. Can you really guarantee our escape?” *Inside, I was thinking: I have no special moves, my life is about to be over.* But my mouth boasted: “There’s nothing I can’t do. Just wait and scream for me!” Sam’s eyes lit up, instantly filled with confidence. He picked up a nearby mop and hurled it at the green-skinned specter. “You clueless freak! My sister’s about to show you what’s what!” The green specter was utterly enraged, swelling to twice its size, its body squeezing through the hallway and up the stairs. Slimy liquid flowed down the staircase. To avoid being corroded, I exerted myself, running higher. We reached the crucial meeting room on the eighteenth floor. I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the corner and smashed the glass. The green specter pursued us to the doorway but dared not enter rashly. Just as I’d suspected, company rules were strict. Every employee had their designated work area. Lower-tier specters were forbidden from entering higher-tier domains. The crucial meeting room was beyond its activity range. I dodged a bullet but faced an even greater threat. A rustling sound began behind me, and my hairs immediately stood on end. “Listen, I hear something.” Sam’s face brightened: “Sister Alice, I get it! You want me to cheer for you!” I raised my index finger to my lips. “Shhh— There’s something in here.” Sam’s face instantly went pale. He hid behind me, glancing nervously around. A long sigh echoed. “Is this the caliber of interns we’re getting this year?” “You don’t look like you have any real talent.” “I’ll test you. See if you’re qualified to stay here.” A dull heartbeat sounded. I felt my heart clench. I turned, and Sam next to me was also clutching his chest. “Put these on, there’s something wrong with the sound.” I quickly pulled out a handful of earplugs and shoved them into his hand. He put them on, and the pain on his face lessened slightly. He gripped my sleeve tightly, whispering cautiously. “Sister Alice, why do you carry so many earplugs around?” I smiled awkwardly. I’m hyper-sensitive. I have a heightened perception for emotions and sounds. I can easily sense malice in others and hear their two-faced whispers once they turn their backs. Only with earplugs, away from crowds, can my world be quiet. In this meeting room, I felt an intense wave of malice. I wanted to leave, but I found that the shattered glass had already repaired itself. No matter how violently I tried, I couldn’t break it from the inside. The sigh sounded again: “Only those who pass the interview can leave.” “You’re so undisciplined. It seems you need a lesson to learn some manners.” Suddenly, two figures appeared in the seats. Their eyeballs bulged, connected by only two fragile nerves. Just one glance, and I felt like I would faint. I pinched my arm hard to stay conscious. Accompanied by the dull heartbeat, the HR specters simultaneously looked up. “You have two superiors in front of you, but only one glass of water. What do you do?” *Inside, I was thinking: Split it in half for the superiors to share? No, if it’s not enough, it’s my fault.* But my mouth roared: “You old geezers actually expect to share? This is all mine!” A system notification sounded: “Player detected to have triggered ‘The Diplomacy Test’ storyline. Diplomacy failed. Prepare for your demise.” The room began to shake. The two HR specters simultaneously stood up. They moved closer, squeezing together, merging into a single, double-headed werewolf. “You truly are mediocre, with not a single clever thought in your heads.” “Water is blood, blood is water. To drink water is to drink blood.” “One of you must kill the other, offer their blood to us, and you’ll pass the interview.” “The last uniformed man who interviewed here was far cleverer than you.” My timid nature flared. *Inside, I was thinking: Oh no, I’m going to die today for sure.* But my mouth shot back: “You ancient fossil, you talk to me like that? How many lives do you have left?”

    Outside, the chat had exploded. Bullet comments scrolled rapidly across the screen: “This newbie has a death wish! The double-headed werewolf won’t show any mercy!” “Playing with death like this, I bet she’ll be splattered in two seconds!” “So arrogant, maybe she has a life-saving artifact?” I had no life-saving artifact, only my timid nature. I wanted to immediately drop to my knees and beg for my life. But a hand shoved me towards the specter. “Sister Alice, I believe in you! I’m supporting you from behind!” My steps faltered, and I slipped, sliding directly towards the werewolf. Instinctively, I reached out to steady myself, grabbing onto an unknown object. It was slick, and I felt a faint *thump-thump* against my palm. A horrifying thought flashed through my mind – a heart. Without thinking, I wound up my arm and hurled the ‘heart’ at the glass. The glass shattered, mixing with the heart, forming a black and red glass heart. The green liquid from the hallway seeped through the cracks into the meeting room, sizzling as it corroded the heart. The double-headed werewolf suddenly split apart, becoming two terrified heads, huddled together. The left head cried: “It’s all your fault for exposing our secret!” The right head retorted: “It’s this woman! She doesn’t play by the rules!” My brain was on the verge of crashing. *Inside, I was thinking: I don’t know your secret. Winning might just be fate.* But my mouth snapped: “Now, go get me a glass of water! Your new manager is giving orders!” The bullet comments instantly erupted. “The newbie has a cheat! A killer move right off the bat!” “Her methods are wild! I’m betting she’s the winner!” “The newbie’s bold and fearless now, acting arrogant, but the ending will surely be tragic!” I realized that the glass heart was what controlled the double-headed werewolf. My hands trembling, I carefully tried to pick it up. A system notification sounded: “Player detected to have triggered side quest: ‘The Untouchable Intern.’ Reward: ‘The Manager’s Fragile Heart.’”

    The two heads bounced around, moving closer to the Fragile Heart. One sprouted fangs, while the other taunted me. “An intern, trying to manage up?” “In this company, hierarchy is everything.” “We’re leaders! We’ll manage you, if you even have the qualifications!” I was terrified, wanting to jump out the window and escape. *Inside, I was thinking: Please, spare my life. I’m just an ordinary slacker.* But my mouth sneered: “You two clueless idiots, all you do is stare! I’ve got you by the short hairs now, and my rules are the *only* rules!” Sam, seeing my imposing demeanor, looked at me with adoration. “Sister Alice, I knew you had it in you!” “You tiny heads, you’d better obey my sister!” The two heads were furious, launching themselves at the Fragile Heart in my hand. I squeezed my fist so hard, terrified, that the Fragile Heart warped in my grasp. The double-headed specter changed with it, caving inward and shrinking to half its original size. They bumped into me like two soft cotton balls, limp and powerless. They looked at each other, then finally fixed their gaze on me, yelling angrily: “You despicable woman, how dare you hold our weaknesses against us!” I was about to speak when a voice interrupted me. The AI notification sounded: “It’s 5 PM. Current players: 6.” “Three hours until the assessment begins. “Failure to complete the mission will result in inability to promote to company executive. Failed players will face elimination.” Sam’s face was anxious: “Sister Alice, we need to think of something quickly! We have to get out of here! If we don’t complete the mission, we’re dead!” I glanced at the glass door outside, feeling helpless. The ground was covered in green liquid; touching it meant rapid corrosion. I wouldn’t be able to walk two meters before my shoes, even with a three-centimeter lift, would be completely worn down. I took a few deep breaths, steeling myself. I looked at the heads. *Inside, I was thinking: Please, take us out of here.* But my mouth commanded: “Consider yourselves lucky I’m using you! Come here, I’m going to step on you to get out!” Sam’s eyes gleamed, and the two heads looked nervous. I manipulated the Fragile Heart, forcing the two heads to obey. I made them bite onto the soles of my shoes and carry me up to the nineteenth floor. The nineteenth floor was dimly lit. In the huge hall, there was only a round table and a projector. A beam of light from the projector cast a long-haired vampire onto the center of the round table. It lay on the table, beckoning to me. “Come closer, we’re just missing one dish.” I have night blindness, so all I could see was a blurry silhouette. Smelling the aroma of food, I shamelessly walked forward. I had barely taken two steps when the heads under my feet began to tremble violently. The left head whimpered: “It used to call me a lazy pig and made me into pork vermicelli!” The right head cried: “It used to call me a stupid donkey and made me into donkey meat sandwiches!” “Leader Alice, we don’t want to go!” Both heads desperately tried to escape. As I got closer, I finally saw what was in front of me. A long-haired vampire, with no facial features, only an electronic menu screen for a face. I froze in terror. *Inside, I was thinking: No, thank you, I don’t feel like eating right now.* But my mouth snapped: “You call *this* hospitality? Do you want to die tonight?”

    The lights in the room suddenly went out. I felt a constriction around my waist, and I was pulled onto the table by the vampire. “A new employee? So ignorant of the rules.” “Drink this glass of red wine, and I might spare you.” I instinctively looked at the red wine, my heart sinking. That wasn’t wine; it was clearly fresh blood! You vampires are sick! My mind cleared completely, and I swiftly spun the round table, moving the red wine away. Because I spun it too fast, the glass fell to the floor. The long-haired vampire instantly became furious, its electronic screen face glitching like a bad slideshow. “So unappreciative? Are you tired of living?” My face twitched, scared out of my wits. *Inside, I was thinking: I’m sorry, please be magnanimous and forgive me this one time.* But my mouth retorted: “Are you out of your mind? From today on, my goal is to manage you!” The long-haired vampire’s menu face flipped through pages, stopping on “Human Face Salad.” It growled: “Sharp-tongued and thick-skinned. This human face salad is perfect for you.” A butcher knife flew horizontally towards me. I tensed up and sprang back. *Inside, I was thinking: Please, I promise I’ll never offend you again.* But my mouth shot back: “How much fake wine did you drink? You still have time to kowtow and apologize to me!” The light in the room dimmed another notch, and I completely lost sight of everything. This made me incredibly nervous. I quickly pressed the Fragile Heart, calling for the double-headed werewolf’s assistance. Two bouncy objects launched themselves in front of me. Obeying my command, they bit onto the long-haired vampire. “My hair! You two are not getting out of here today!” The long-haired vampire’s voice was like a drill at 5 AM, piercing my ears. Before my eardrums burst, I grabbed the forks and lunged, clamping them onto its mouth. The room suddenly fell silent. Half a minute later, a string of cunning laughter erupted. “Ga ga ga da ga ga da ga ga da!” It was the sound of the two heads laughing. *Inside, I was thinking: This is an emergency, now is not the time for you to goof around.* But my mouth demanded: “What fresh gossip did you uncover? If you don’t tell me, do you want to be folded like a phone screen?” The two heads immediately rolled to my feet. “We’re laughing at how pathetic it looks! It used to be our superior!” “Always barking orders, acting like a total jerk!” “Today it ran into you, and it finally bit off more than it could chew! Let’s see it act all high and mighty now!” I was confused. I had only used forks to clamp the long-haired vampire; that shouldn’t be much of a skill. But the long-haired vampire was absolutely furious. “Are you two insane, mocking me right to my face!” Seeing it about to attack again, I tightened my grip on it with the forks. Every time I clamped down, it lost its ability to move. After clamping it ninety-nine times, the long-haired vampire finally deflated. It hung itself upside down from the ceiling with its hair. “How embarrassing! I’m going to strangle myself.” I felt a pang of guilt. *Inside, I was thinking: Come down, I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I’m a bit sorry.* But my mouth snapped: “You little brat, no one gets to take your life except me!” The long-haired specter’s electronic screen face instantly went blank. After a moment, it floated back down to the ground. A system notification sounded: “Player detected to have completed side quest: ‘Don’t Get Too Big for Your Britches.’ Reward: ‘Golden Forks of All-Clipping.’ Please use this item wisely.”

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