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I tried to seduce my fiancé 99 times, but he still preferred my sister. On our wedding day, he didn’t show up. Instead, he married my sister first, making me the laughingstock of the entire city. In my moment of pain and despair, my fiancé’s brother Ethan Foster took me into his arms. He said he had secretly loved me for a long time and asked me to give him a chance. Moved by Ethan’s devotion, I turned around and married him instead. For five years of marriage, Ethan catered to my every whim and showered me with affection. Until a tragic boating accident took his life. At the funeral, I was inconsolable, nearly smashing my head against his tombstone in grief. It wasn’t until I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant that I gave up thoughts of suicide. I spent my days in tears, barely hanging on. I thought this was how the rest of my life would be. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between my former fiancé and his friend. “Ethan, it was actually your brother who died in that boating accident. But you’ve been deceiving everyone by assuming your brother’s identity just to be with Zoe. Aren’t you afraid the truth will come out one day?” “I don’t care anymore. I’ve always loved Zoe. I only married Olivia out of duty, to avoid interfering with her happiness. I already stepped aside once before. This time, fate has given me a chance and I don’t want to let it go!” In that moment, I finally understood. It turns out, everyone had always preferred my sister Zoe Reed. It turns out, Ethan loved her even more deeply than Aaron did. Back then, Ethan had been willing to “make the sacrifice” of marrying me for Zoe’s happiness. Now he was even willing to fake his own death and assume his brother’s identity just to be with her! I couldn’t accept this reality. I ran out into the pouring rain and cried my heart out until dawn. Looking at my disheveled state, I finally came to my senses. He didn’t love me. Heartbroken, I accidentally tripped and fell, bleeding profusely. Soaked to the bone, I stumbled into the hospital. “Doctor, please save my baby!” “Ms. Reed, I’m sorry but your baby has stopped developing. We need to perform surgery immediately. What happened to you? We need to contact your family right away.” Hearing the doctor’s reproach, my heart shattered. If I hadn’t truly lost all hope, how could I have ended up in this state? Tears streamed down my face as I recalled the past few months. Ever since “Ethan’s” death, the entire Foster family had been consumed by grief. So when I found out I was pregnant, I hadn’t told anyone. So Ethan had no idea that while he was playing husband to Zoe, I was already carrying his child. I touched my belly, heartbroken that the baby could no longer be saved. My hand trembled as I held my phone, but ultimately I released the send button. Since he was so fixated on pursuing his true love, completely disregarding me and our child, there was no need to tell him this news. “Don’t contact anyone! Doctor, please proceed with the surgery.” After three grueling hours of surgery, I emerged from the operating room looking deathly pale. I leaned against the wall and sat down on a bench in the hallway, feeling a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Suddenly, there was a commotion up ahead. A familiar figure rushed past carrying someone in his arms. Not long after, he hurried by again, his gaze finally landing on me. This time, I clearly saw who it was. Ethan. “Quick, come with me!” He tossed out those words and pulled me along in the direction he came from. Having just undergone surgery and now running, I felt waves of nausea and my face grew even paler. But Ethan’s attention clearly wasn’t on me, so he didn’t notice my condition. We finally stopped when we reached the blood donation room. “She has the same blood type as Zoe. Draw her blood!” I frowned, about to refuse, but Ethan pushed me into a chair without hesitation, directing the nurses to start drawing blood immediately. From start to finish, Ethan never thought to offer me a word of explanation. Only after seeing the needle pierce my arm did he hurry off again, his face filled with anxiety as he went to check on Zoe. As they drew my blood, the nurses gossiped about what they had just witnessed. “What’s going on? Why is Mr. Foster in such a panic?” “What else could it be? His wife was just rushed in from their bedroom with a ruptured corpus luteum and massive bleeding. Things must have gotten pretty wild, if you know what I mean.” “He really loves his wife, huh? Married for three years and still as excited as a high school boy.” Listening to the nurses’ knowing looks and whispers, I finally understood what had happened. So… He and Zoe had been intimate, and due to their overexcitement, she suffered a ruptured corpus luteum and massive bleeding! The hospital blood bank was low, so when Ethan frantically spotted me resting in the hallway, he dragged me over to donate blood. Realizing this, I felt as if my heart had been violently torn apart. The pain radiated through my entire body. Ethan would never know that while he was passionately entangled with the woman he loved, I had just lost their child. If Ethan had shown even a moment of concern for me earlier, he would have noticed something was wrong. But he didn’t. His heart and eyes were filled only with Zoe. Tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. Ethan, since you love Zoe so much, I’ll step aside completely. From now on, we’ll never meet again! After leaving the hospital, I touched up my makeup to ensure no trace of distress showed before returning to the Foster family mansion. Instead of hiding away in my room staring at Ethan’s photos and crying like before, I walked straight to the study and knelt before Mr. Foster Sr. “Grandpa Foster, I’ve made a decision. I’m ready to let go of Ethan and leave the Foster family!”

After Ethan’s “death”, I was the one most devastated by grief. So even though Mr. Foster Sr. was still mourning, the first thing he did was try to console me. Mr. Foster felt I was still young with a long future ahead. He gently suggested that now that Ethan was gone, it was time for me to start a new life. He tactfully encouraged me to leave the Foster family and find happiness again, to move past the pain of losing my husband. I knew Mr. Foster meant well, but at the time I refused without hesitation. I couldn’t forget Ethan and didn’t want to leave the home filled with our memories. I was determined to remain single and live out my days alone. But now, I discovered that Ethan’s pursuit of me from the very beginning had all been a lie. These five years held no love, only deception! I no longer had any reason to stay. Mr. Foster didn’t know all the twists and turns, so his first reaction upon hearing my decision was relief. He helped me up, his eyes brimming with tears: “Olivia, you’ve finally come to your senses. You’re a good girl, and I’ve watched you grow up. The past is over now. The living must go on living.” “I’ll transfer 50% of the Foster family shares to you. It will be enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Child, don’t come back to the Foster home after this. Forget Ethan and take good care of yourself…” I held back my tears for a long time before I could speak without crying. My parents didn’t love me, they only loved my sister Zoe. My fiancé didn’t love me, he only had eyes for Zoe. And now, even Ethan who I thought loved me most, truly loved Zoe all along. From childhood, Mr. Foster Sr. was the only one who genuinely cared for me. I nodded, “Grandpa, I will. If not for myself, then for you. I’ll start a brand new life.” Since everyone loves Zoe Reed and no one loves Olivia Reed, From now on, I’ll love myself. I’ll have nothing more to do with these awful people and their drama! The next morning, I got up early and went to a real estate agency. “I want to buy a secluded island, away from everything. Do you have anything like that?” I stated my request simply. The sales agent immediately brought out a catalog and started introducing various options. My head spun looking at islands of all shapes and sizes. In the end, I randomly chose one that caught my eye and paid in full. “Ms. Reed, the paperwork will take about a month. Once everything is finalized, you’ll be able to move in.” The sales agent walked me to the door, smiling excitedly as he reminded me of the final details. “Alright, I understand.” Back home, I started packing right away. Because I wasn’t valued by the Reed family, I didn’t bring much when I married into the Foster family. Though Ethan and I had a large bedroom, most of the things in it were gifts he gave me later. Photos of us covered the walls. Couple figurines carefully arranged on the shelves. In the past, seeing these things filled me with joy and happiness. I thought they were proof of Ethan’s love. But now, I only felt bitter irony. I packed all those things into cardboard boxes. Soon, all the memories related to Ethan were boxed up, the boxes stuffed full. I carried the boxes outside and threw them unceremoniously into the trash. Just as I finished, I looked up to see Ethan walking towards me. I could tell Ethan didn’t want to greet me, until his gaze fell on the boxes of photos and gifts I had thrown away. His brows furrowed deeply. I pretended not to see him and turned to leave, but he suddenly called out to stop me. “Why are you throwing all this away? Aren’t these your memories with my brother?” I paused, feeling a surge of mockery rise within me. I turned back to look at him, keeping my voice calm, “It’s been so long. I should move on.” Move on? Hearing those words, his expression changed abruptly. He grabbed my arm, “What do you mean?!” “Let go, you’re hurting me!” Feeling the pressure on my wrist, I frowned and forcefully shook him off. My wrist was already turning red. I couldn’t help but rub it. Noticing my reaction, Ethan seemed to realize he had overreacted. After all, his current identity was supposed to be his brother “Aaron”. I forced down the emotions churning inside me and looked at him coldly. In the end, Ethan couldn’t hold back and spoke again: “You’re leaving?” “Don’t you want me to leave?” I looked straight into his eyes, my gaze unwavering. Ethan said nonchalantly, “Don’t listen to what Grandpa says. The Foster family can afford to support you. I also promised my brother I’d take good care of you. I won’t fail his dying wish, so you’re not allowed to leave my sight. Ever.” Hearing those words, I let out a bitter laugh. I suddenly couldn’t understand Ethan anymore. I didn’t get it. If I left, wouldn’t everything work out perfectly? Ethan could stay by Zoe’s side forever without having to keep up this charade with me, constantly worried I might notice something was off. If that was the case, why did Ethan seem so unwilling to let me go? I was about to speak when Ethan’s phone suddenly rang. Ethan glanced down, his expression instantly softening. He answered the call and Zoe’s voice came through. “Honey, is the soup ready yet? I’m hungry.” Ethan’s tone was gentle, “I’ll bring it right over. Be patient for just a little longer, okay?” Because I was standing close, I could even hear Zoe’s coquettish voice, half pouting and half teasing. “It’s all your fault. We’ve been married for so long, how are you still so excited? You were so worked up the other day, you ended up hurting me. Like an overexcited teenager. Anyone would think it was our first time…” Hearing those words, my body suddenly went rigid. A hidden pain bloomed in my chest, tinged with sorrow. For him and Zoe, it really was their first time, wasn’t it… I stood silently to the side, not speaking, but my thoughts drifted to the past. In our five years of marriage, although Ethan doted on me, he was always cold and unresponsive during intimacy. He went through the motions mechanically, as if completing a task. Back then, I thought it was just Ethan’s reserved personality. After all, I had never seen him get emotional about anything. If it weren’t for him becoming “Aaron” this time, I probably never would have known that Ethan could also lose control from excitement when he was with the woman he truly loved. When I came back to my senses, Ethan had already hung up the phone and gone to the kitchen to make soup. Watching him refuse the maid’s help and personally prepare soup for Zoe, I gave a self-mocking smile and turned to leave. For the next few days, I stayed shut in my room, not going out at all. I was just waiting for the island purchase to be finalized so I could leave the Foster house as soon as possible. Until Zoe was discharged from the hospital and came chirping at my door. “Sis, my husband has a car race today. Come watch with us! I know you’ve been depressed since Ethan passed away, but staying cooped up at home all the time isn’t good for you.” The Foster brothers were both exceptional men. Ethan was cool and steady, inheriting the position of CEO at Foster Corp. Aaron was wild and unrestrained, a globally renowned Formula 1 race car driver. The two had completely different personalities and life directions. I didn’t want to go, but I was curious to see how Ethan, who had never touched a race car before, would handle this. So I went along. At the racetrack, Zoe went off on her own to find Ethan. Left alone, I wandered aimlessly until I suddenly overheard a conversation nearby. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?! You’re even willing to tamper with the brakes just to stay by Zoe’s side? Have you lost your mind?” The familiar name made me stop in my tracks. I recognized the speaker’s voice too – it was one of Ethan’s friends. Last time, I had discovered the shocking truth by overhearing their conversation. I never expected to stumble upon them talking again. “I don’t know how to race. If I don’t mess with the brakes, my cover will be blown.” “Even if you can keep up the act for now, you can’t hide the truth forever! Ethan, I know you love Zoe, but she’s your brother’s wife. You have your own wife too. Olivia’s been crying her eyes out for you these past few months. I saw her earlier – she looks like a shell of her former self. You’ve been married for five years, surely you must have some feelings for her. They say to cherish what’s in front of you. Just let Zoe go.” Silence fell after those words. A moment later, his voice finally rang out: “Give me three more years. Just three years to live out this dream. After that, I’ll go back to her.” Hearing that, I smiled. Ethan, you don’t need to come back. I’ll leave on my own. From now on, you can be “Aaron” for as long as you want. I turned and walked away smiling, heading towards the spectator stands nearby. I had barely sat down when a round of cheers erupted. The racers, including Ethan, started entering the track one by one. When it was Ethan’s turn, the cheers grew even louder. Zoe sat down in the seat beside me, her eyes fixed ahead but her words directed at me. “Sis, don’t keep moping around because of Ethan’s death. You need to get out more.” “Some things are just fate, you know? Look at how your husband and my husband were on the same cruise ship. Your husband died, while mine luckily survived. I know you’ve been devastated lately, but that’s just how life goes. Your luck has never been as good as mine, so you need to look forward.” Those words left me breathless, my face turning pale. I was about to speak when a loud crash rang out, followed by screams of horror. “Ethan!!!” I looked up to see that Ethan had crashed on the track. His race car had slammed straight into the barrier at the first turn! The medical staff rushed over in a panic. After what felt like forever, they finally pulled Ethan’s bloodied body from the wreckage and rushed him to the hospital. With such a serious accident, the race couldn’t continue. Everyone anxiously followed to the hospital. Even Zoe had no time to gloat, crying dramatically as she got into the ambulance. Only I remained eerily calm from start to finish. The conversation I had just overheard was still ringing in my ears. I knew this was the outcome Ethan had engineered for himself. It was what he wanted. To stay by Zoe’s side, he was even willing to harm himself to this extent. For a moment, I didn’t know if I should marvel at this earth-shattering love story, or pity myself for being so pathetic. On the third day, I suddenly received a call from the hospital. “Ms. Reed, the time limit for storing your items in our cold storage has expired. Please come collect them as soon as possible.” Items… Hearing those words, my eyes welled up with tears. That’s right, a pair of miscarried fetuses were nothing more than “items” now, weren’t they? I could still vividly recall the painful scene from that day. I struggled to control my emotions, “Alright, I’ll be right there.” I hung up and rushed to the hospital as quickly as I could. I was about to go retrieve the items when I accidentally caught sight of Ethan as I passed by the inpatient ward. The doctor stood by his bedside, shaking his head and sighing, his eyes full of regret. “I’m very sorry, Mr. Foster. The crash caused severe damage to your left wrist. I’m afraid you won’t be able to race again.” Zoe was draped over his bedside, crying inconsolably upon hearing the news. Ethan gently comforted her, “Don’t cry, darling. It breaks my heart to see you like this.” “Racing is too dangerous. You were always so worried. I was already thinking about retiring. This accident just sped up the process. Zoe, you used to complain that racing took up too much of my time. Now that I can’t race anymore, doesn’t that mean I can spend all my time with you?” “Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Let’s throw a big party to celebrate, okay?” His coaxing tone was obvious. Zoe finally broke into a smile through her tears. She wiped her eyes and childishly held out her pinky to link with his. “It’s a promise then.” My heart clenched in pain. Not wanting to see any more, I turned away and headed towards the cold storage. I hadn’t gone far when Zoe’s voice suddenly called out from behind me. I turned to see Zoe running up, out of breath. “Sis, how come you came to the hospital without telling us?” Without waiting for my response, Zoe launched into her own monologue. “Aaron needs to rest these next few days. He’s not in any condition for visitors. I’ll take care of him here, so you should just go home. By the way, it’s our third wedding anniversary in two weeks. He said we’re throwing a big party at the Starlight Ballroom that night. You have to come, and don’t forget to bring a nice gift!” Seeing the challenge and smugness in her eyes, I lowered my gaze and said nothing. Two weeks from now was also the day I would be leaving the Foster family. After a moment, I smiled and nodded, “Of course. I’ll be sure to prepare a special gift for you two.” Satisfied with my response, Zoe sauntered off. I watched her retreating figure as I took out my phone to make a call, continuing towards the cold storage. I only waited briefly in the cold storage before the staff member I had arranged arrived. I rewrapped the fetuses I had just retrieved from storage and handed them to him, my gaze flickering. “Two weeks from now, please deliver this to the Starlight Ballroom and give it directly to Aaron Foster.” “This is the grand gift I want to give him.”

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After my wife’s first love returned, the first thing he did was sign a betting agreement with me. The agreement stated that if Olivia abandoned me nine times for him, I would have to give up my position as her husband. I agreed. The ninth time, Olivia was ready to abandon me on the freeway just because she received a phone call from Jack. “Marcus, I have an urgent matter to attend to. Can you get off here and take a cab home?” she asked, handing me an umbrella, completely disregarding the heavy rain outside and my stomach ache. She was so eager to see Jack that she didn’t even wait for my response. “Call me when you get home,” she added, already inputting Jack’s address into the GPS. My heart clenched painfully as I watched her do this. As her sports car sped away, the rain started soaking my clothes within seconds. The biting night wind made me shiver uncontrollably. I trudged through the downpour alone, my shoes rubbing my feet raw and bloody. Five hours later, I finally reached our villa in the upscale neighborhood. I collapsed on the ground, clutching my aching stomach and gasping for air. Through the rain blurring my vision, I saw Jack approach with an umbrella, a smirk on his face. “Painful, isn’t it? Do you regret making that bet with me now? Did you really think that after all these years, Olivia would have any real feelings for you? You forgot that I’m the one she loves most. Whatever little affection she might have for you is nothing compared to her love for me.” I struggled to my feet, my face pale but eerily calm. “That’s the ninth time. You win. As agreed, I’ll divorce Olivia.” I staggered towards the house, memories of the past flooding back with the rain. Jack and I were college roommates. At Jack’s freshman year birthday party, I met Olivia for the first time. One glance was all it took for me to be captivated by her elegant yet unapproachable aura. My heart raced uncontrollably. That day, Jack introduced Olivia as his childhood friend to everyone. She was well-known on campus as a rebellious figure who disregarded rules and had poor grades. I still remember the shocked, hurt, and flustered look on her face when she heard this. One look was all I needed to know that the person she liked was Jack. But Jack had always been a thrill-seeker. He preferred rebellious girls who would skip classes with him, race cars, and seek sensory stimulation on the edge of all taboos. He didn’t like well-bred, proper women like Olivia. He found her too controlling. Eventually, to get rid of her, after inadvertently learning about my feelings, he created various “coincidental” encounters and dates, doing everything he could to push her towards me. I witnessed Olivia’s entire process from resistance to feeling humiliated, then becoming numb, and finally acquiescing. In our junior year, as Jack had wished, we became a couple. Two years later, Olivia proposed to me. For three years after our marriage, we respected each other, and our life was peaceful and warm. I thought we could grow old together like this. Until a month ago, when Jack returned to the country and met with me to sign a betting agreement. “Marcus, I regret it now. I want Olivia back. You two have known each other for nine years, right? So let’s bet on nine instances. If she abandons you for me nine times, you lose. You’ll divorce her and give her back to me.” For some reason, I agreed. Because I wanted to know if Jack still held a place in her heart. Then, I witnessed firsthand how Olivia rushed to Jack’s side without hesitation. The first time was on our third wedding anniversary. Knowing her fascination with astronomy, I had prepared an outdoor picnic at a carefully chosen spot to watch a meteor shower with her. But she turned back halfway because of a text from Jack, leaving me alone on the hilltop all night. The second time, I needed surgery for appendicitis, but she disappeared for an entire week to help Jack with an insignificant project at his company, right before my operation was scheduled to begin. I signed the surgery consent form myself and endured the pain alone as I went for check-ups, changed dressings, and ate meals post-surgery. The third time, my grandmother passed away, but she left the funeral midway to have dinner with Jack… All the love I had for her was completely exhausted after being abandoned time and time again. It turns out that after all these years, not only did she still have Jack in her heart, but she had never forgotten him from the very beginning… This time, I lost completely, and I’m willing to accept the consequences of the bet. After returning home, I took a hot shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and made myself a cup of herbal tea in the kitchen. Only after finishing the tea did I feel alive again. I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared on the day of the bet, signed it, and pushed it towards Jack. “Take this to her to sign.” Jack raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. “Why me?” “I don’t want to waste time explaining to her why we’re divorcing. She’ll sign it without even looking if it comes from you.” Hearing this, Jack took the agreement with a smug look, pretending to console me, “Don’t be too sad. I’ll introduce you to a beautiful woman in a few days.” “Sure.” Seeing me agree so readily, Jack’s eyes flashed with surprise. “You agreed? Have you gotten over Olivia so quickly?” I laughed softly, my voice bitter, “I’ve only ever loved one person wholeheartedly in my life, and this is how it ends. I gave her nine chances, but she left me completely defeated. If I can’t let go now, I’d be too pathetic. From now on, I’ll only live for myself.” Just as I finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Olivia, who had just returned, was stunned to see Jack. “Jack? Didn’t I just drop you off at the hospital? Why are you here?” Jack didn’t explain that his sprained ankle was just a pretense. He simply smiled, took the agreement, and walked up to her. “I came to see you. Here, help me sign this.” Olivia’s gaze remained fixed on him as she signed where he pointed without even looking at the document. After signing, she finally thought to ask what it was. Jack was about to tell her directly, but something crossed his mind, and he changed his approach. “It’s an important gift that Marcus and I prepared together. You’ll know in a month. Don’t worry, you’ll definitely be surprised when you see it!”

Hearing this, Olivia was unusually curious and was about to take a closer look, but Jack quickly handed the agreement to me and stood up to leave. “Well, that’s it then. I’m heading back now. Good night.” Olivia’s curiosity was immediately extinguished, and she said she would drive him home. Jack shook his head, giving me a meaningful look. “No need. Stay with Marcus. After all, time is running out.” What time is running out? Olivia frowned, wanting to ask more, but he had already pushed open the door. She instinctively picked up her car keys and followed him, leaving behind a quick word. “Marcus, I’m going to see Jack off. I’ll be right back.” The door slammed shut. From the moment she entered until she left, Olivia hadn’t looked at me once. I was used to it by now and didn’t feel upset. I just put away the agreement and went to my room. After turning off the lights, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Half an hour later, there was a noise at the door, and soon after, the lights were turned on. I groggily opened my eyes to see Olivia opening a drawer and putting in several boxes of condoms. Then, she slipped into my arms, her warm breath tickling my ear: “Didn’t you used to wait up for me until midnight? Why did you go to bed so early today? Hm?” That was in the past. It will never happen again. I thought silently, making up an excuse, “My stomach was acting up. I wasn’t feeling well.” Remembering that she had left me on the freeway, Olivia felt a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry, I forgot.” “Even if you had remembered, would you not have left me behind?” My question left Olivia speechless. The room was quiet for a while before she finally explained in a low voice: “I’m sorry, Marcus. Jack had sprained his ankle. He’s been afraid of pain since childhood, that’s why I was in such a hurry. I promise you, it won’t happen a second time.” But this was already the ninth time. A self-mocking smile flashed across my eyes, “You’re right, it definitely won’t happen again.” After all, we’re about to get divorced. The next morning when I woke up, I saw a glass of hot water on the bedside table. Olivia walked in carrying breakfast, “Marcus, drink the warm milk and come have breakfast.” Before Jack returned, I used to see this scene every day. Back then, I thought this was love, which is why I made that bet with Jack. In the end, I lost completely. This time, I didn’t agree as I usually would. Instead, I got up and took a piece of clothing from the wardrobe, “No need, I’m not hungry. I have to go out soon, you eat by yourself.” After washing up and grabbing my bag, just as I was about to leave, Olivia picked up her coat, saying she wanted to drive me. I couldn’t refuse, so I agreed. As soon as we got in the car, I noticed that the lucky charm I had hung up had been replaced with a luxury car pendant, and the ornaments in front had been replaced with a row of One Piece figurines. Olivia noticed my gaze and quickly explained, “Yesterday I left the car window open when I parked on the street, and the previous pendants got wet. My assistant cleaned them and replaced them with new ones.” Was it really the assistant? I remembered that Jack loved these figurines the most and had a room full of anime figurines at home. I didn’t expose her lie, just asked a question, “Then where’s my pendant? It was a special blessing I got from a famous church. Can you give it back to me?” Olivia’s expression froze for a moment, “The assistant threw it away by mistake. I’ll have them find it right away.” Hearing her continue to cover up, I just felt tired. “If it’s been thrown away, then forget it. I don’t want it anymore.” She seemed surprised, “You really don’t want it?” I nodded slightly, “I don’t want it.” The pendant, this marriage, her as a person. I don’t want any of it anymore. After arriving at the club, I went directly to room 908. The room was already full of people. When my college classmates saw me, they all greeted me. “Marcus, why did you come alone? Didn’t you bring your wife? Is Olivia very busy with work?” Before I could speak, Jack, sitting in the middle, casually chimed in. “She has a meeting this morning that won’t end until eleven. In the afternoon, she has to negotiate a partnership. She definitely won’t have time.” Seeing how well-informed Jack was about Olivia’s schedule, everyone started joking. “Childhood friends really do understand each other better. He knows her schedule so clearly.” Jack raised his glass and swirled it, smiling faintly, “Not really. Olivia told me herself when she drove me home last night.” “You two are still in such frequent contact? No wonder you’re childhood friends. It’s good that Marcus is so open-minded and doesn’t mind Olivia and Jack’s relationship at all. If it were someone else, knowing that Olivia used to follow Jack around all the time, who knows how jealous they’d be!” “Marcus is now the husband of a CEO, with a happy family and a beautiful marriage. He and Olivia were brought together by Jack himself, so why would he be jealous? Besides, if Jack wanted to be with Olivia, they would have been together long ago. After all, everyone knows that Olivia only listens to Jack and is completely loyal to him!” Hearing this, Jack became even more smug. “Yeah, it’s quite interesting when you think about it. Back then, when I told her to pursue Marcus, she did. Even the proposal was my idea. I suggested she should clarify her relationship with Marcus. To those who knew, it looked like she was dating Marcus, but to those who didn’t, it might have seemed like I forced her into it.” My heart jolted violently when I heard this. I had originally thought that Olivia had proposed because she was moved by my devotion and willingly wanted to marry me. It turns out that even this marriage was the result of Jack’s orchestration? For a moment, I felt like something was lodged in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The room was still buzzing with conversation about these matters. I couldn’t bear it any longer and got up to go to the bathroom. After composing myself, I returned to find everyone playing the King’s Game. Jack had just lost and was being instructed by the “King” to answer a question. “Please tell us about the most devoted pursuer in your life, and give an example.” As soon as this question was asked, my eyelashes trembled slightly, and I averted my gaze. Jack smiled as he reminisced about the past and began to speak. “That girl has been pursuing me since she was seven years old, so it’s been almost twenty years now. When she was in her early teens, she gave me her family’s heirloom, which was only meant for spouses, saying she would only love me in this lifetime. Every time she found out I was dating someone, she would drink herself sick for days on end, even developing stomach problems. Oh, and in recent years when I was studying abroad, she would fly over every week, bringing me my favorite pastries and snacks, sparing no expense to be with me…” As I listened to each incident, a storm raged in my heart. I remembered when Olivia and I got married, her mother asked her to give me the family heirloom, but she said she had lost it. Every so often, she would come home drunk, claiming it was from social events, and I would naively make her hangover soup. On important holidays, she always had to go on business trips. I would help her pack her suitcase, filling it with lots of pastries and snacks. While I was wholeheartedly invested in this relationship, she was still chasing after that unattainable person, unwilling to let go. And I knew nothing about it! My heart ached so much I could barely breathe, while the group in the room listened and kept exclaiming, asking for more details. “Jack, who is this person? Do we know her? She’s so devoted to you, you must have been moved by her, right? If you two really get together, you must introduce her to us!” Jack glanced at me with a meaningful smile and agreed. “Sure, I’ll bring her to introduce to everyone next month.” Just as he finished speaking, Olivia pushed open the door of the private room, smiling. “Introduce what? Why wait until next month? Jack, are you done with your meeting? Didn’t we agree to go to the concert…” Her voice trailed off as her gaze fell on me, surprise and panic flashing in her eyes. “Marcus, why are you here?” I remembered Olivia telling me this morning when she dropped me off at the mall that she had to work overtime until midnight today and told me not to wait up for her. So overtime work meant going to a concert with Jack? I smiled silently, meeting her gaze, “As you can see, attending a college reunion.” She nodded several times, immediately changing the subject. “That’s good timing. I’ll drive you home.” I took out my phone and called for a car, my tone calm. “No need, I’ll take a cab. You two go enjoy the concert.”

With that, I went downstairs. Just as I reached the roadside, Jack caught up and grabbed my hand. “Are you angry? How about I give you the concert tickets? After all, you only have one month left together. Take the opportunity to make some memories, otherwise when you’re old and reminiscing about the past, you might have regrets.” I pulled my hand away, taking two steps back, my expression cold. “No need. After the divorce, I’ll forget the past. There’s nothing worth remembering between her and me.” “You say that, but even though Olivia only got together with you because I forced her to, you did take some burdens off my shoulders. It’s bad enough that you couldn’t get Olivia’s love, but if you can’t even have some good memories of your marriage, wouldn’t that make me too cruel?” While Jack was pretending to console me, he kept pulling at me, refusing to let me leave. As we struggled, neither of us noticed the car speeding towards us. By the time the driver started honking frantically and we turned to look, it was too late to dodge. In that critical moment, Olivia rushed over and pulled Jack into her arms, moving him to safety. I was hit by the car and thrown twenty meters away, landing heavily on the ground. With a loud thud, bright red blood gushed from my lips and nose, pooling on the ground. My entire body felt like it was falling apart, and I convulsed in pain. It hurt. It hurt so much. As my consciousness began to fade, I saw Olivia comforting the shocked Jack. I don’t know how much time passed before the pain jolted me awake. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a hospital, with Olivia’s worried face being the first thing I saw. “Marcus, how are you feeling? You’ve been unconscious for two days. Do you know how worried I’ve been?” Looking at her anxious expression, I remembered the scene I saw before losing consciousness and found it laughable. On the brink of life and death, the person she chose to save wasn’t me; as I lay in a pool of blood, she didn’t even notice I was seriously injured. I, as a person, had never been in her heart. How could she possibly be worried about me? I took a shallow breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine. Go take care of Jack.” Olivia was taken aback, thinking I was upset that she hadn’t saved me, and hurriedly explained. “Jack is fine. You’re the one who’s seriously injured, of course I have to stay and take care of you.” I shook my head, saying I was tired and closed my eyes to rest. Olivia didn’t disturb me further. She tucked me in, got some hot water, and ordered a light lunch. Then, she received a phone call saying there was an issue at the company and left, saying she’d come back tomorrow. When the nurse came to check on me and saw how well-prepared everything was, she envied me for having such a good wife. I didn’t say a word. Just as I opened the vegetable soup, my phone rang. I opened it to see a message from Jack. “Sorry about that, I developed a psychological trauma from that car incident, so I sent Olivia a message. She’s having dinner with me now, and later she’s going to take me to an amusement park to help me destress. We also have a movie later. You rest well in the hospital, okay?” The attached photo showed a famous health food restaurant in the city, with a table full of light, nutritious dishes. Olivia’s hands were visible in the frame, peeling a large bowl of Jack’s favorite boiled shrimp. I looked at these photos silently, only replying with four words. “Have a good time.” Over the next week, Olivia would come to the hospital once a day, staying for about ten minutes before leaving. Jack would also send messages regularly, updating me on their activities. She would accompany him to watch the sunset by the sea, collecting seashells and spelling out their names on the beach. She would drive him to the countryside, buying flowers and balloons to cheer him up like she was comforting a child. She would take him to flower fields to ride hot air balloons, taking thousands of photos of him with her camera. Everything she did wasn’t as intimate as lovers, yet it was far more attentive than what normal friends would do. Stuck in an ambiguous zone that surpassed friendship but wasn’t quite a romantic relationship. And these things, Olivia had never done when she was dating me. The difference between love and indifference was so obvious. Once again, I was grateful that I had agreed to that bet back then. After the doctor’s final check-up, he handed me the prescription. “You’re all good now. Call your wife to handle the discharge procedures and pick up the medicine.” I took it, my tone as bland as plain water. “She’s not my wife. We’re divorced.” The next second, the door to the ward was pushed open. Olivia walked in, her face shocked, “Divorced? What do you mean divorced?”

I hadn’t expected her to suddenly appear and was also taken aback. “It’s nothing. I just meant you’ve been away from the hospital these past few days.” Seeing my calm expression, Olivia didn’t think much of it. “I’ve been working on a new project recently, so I’ve been busy with overtime work. That’s why I couldn’t come to take care of you.” Watching her lie so smoothly, my eyes narrowed slightly. “If you’re that busy, there’s no need to come. I can take care of myself.” I meant every word, but Olivia thought I was angry. “It’s my fault. I’ve almost finished dealing with work. I’ll spend more time with you in the coming days.” Saying this, she was about to take me home and had her assistant send over many figurines for me to choose from. Looking at these limited edition, exquisite figurines, I calmly refused. I never liked these things; someone else did. I didn’t expect Olivia to be so perfunctory even when trying to comfort me. Hearing me say I didn’t like them, Olivia quickly had someone prepare something new. “Then shall I get you other gifts? What do you like? Watches? Luxury cars? Let’s buy them all, there must be something you like?” I felt no ripple in my heart for any of these things she mentioned. For three years, she would give a pile of gifts on every anniversary and holiday. These gifts with similar logos and styles filled the dressing room, making it look like the warehouse of some luxury brand store. In the past, I thought this meant she cared, so even if I wasn’t interested, I would happily accept them. But until today, hearing that she didn’t even know what I liked, I realized she was just too lazy to put in any effort, so she chose such gifts. After all, with the price tag, no one could fault her choices. So this time, I stated my position directly. “None of that is necessary. You don’t need to send me these things anymore in the future. Don’t trouble yourself.” This was the first time Olivia had heard me say such things, and she suddenly felt a bit panicked. “You’re my husband. It’s only right that I prepare gifts for you. How could it be trouble?” Then, what if I’m not anymore? Olivia, how ridiculous. You still don’t know that you’ve already signed our divorce papers. Over the next few days, Olivia stayed at home and didn’t go out. I also slowly started packing my things. Accessories and clothes I no longer needed, the bracelet I bought for her, the curtains in the house, our couple’s mugs, photos together… Seeing me suddenly clearing out so many things, Olivia was astonished. Just as she was about to ask, Jack called. Olivia immediately forgot about this matter and left to answer the call. I also saw the number on the screen and knew she was going to accompany Jack. After watching her leave, I threw all these things into the trash can. Just as I finished tidying up, I received a call from Olivia’s assistant. “Mr. Cheng, please come to the Night Feast Club quickly! Something’s happened to Mrs. Cheng!” Hearing the usually calm assistant suddenly become so anxious and flustered, I frowned. I hailed a cab and on the way, I looked up this club and found out it was for car racing. Wasn’t Olivia going to see Jack? Why did she suddenly go to a club? When I arrived at the scene and saw the woman opposite Olivia, I understood immediately. Jenna, Jack’s girlfriend from college who loved drinking, smoking, fighting, and racing cars. I had heard that after they broke up, Jenna would still pester Jack from time to time. Now it seemed she had fallen on hard times and came back to bother her ex-boyfriend again. The reality wasn’t far from what I had imagined. Jenna threw a racing suit in front of Olivia. “Jack doesn’t like good girls like you at all. He likes a life of adventure and thrills! Since you keep saying you want to protect him, then race me. The loser can never bother Jack again!”

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In 2056, the apocalypse arrived. The world plunged into an extreme cold era. Those without warmth or shelter stood no chance. They met a swift, icy demise. My family, despite having everything we needed, died a horrific death at the hands of my cousin and my boyfriend. I was reborn one year before the apocalypse. That extra time was my secret weapon. I blew all my savings, frantically stocking up on cold-weather gear, learning combat, and fortifying our family’s underground fallout shelter… Everyone thought I’d hit my head and lost my mind. I just smiled at them, saying nothing. This time, I wouldn’t be the one dying. My name is Rowan, and I died a horrific death in the extreme cold, tormented by my own cousin and boyfriend. No one could have predicted my rebirth. When I opened my eyes, my cousin, Tiffany, and my boyfriend, Ryan, were barely dressed. I glanced at the digital clock. I was back one year. I couldn’t believe they were already betraying me at this point. In my previous life, I must have discovered their affair then too. During our scuffle, I fell and hit my head, suffering severe injuries and losing my memory. And those two disgusting traitors actually tricked me into believing I’d fallen on my own. It wasn’t until the apocalypse hit and they teamed up to persecute my family that I saw their true colors. My head throbbed, still dizzy, so I feigned unconsciousness and closed my eyes. “Ryan, babe, is she… dead?” Tiffany cooed, her voice sickly sweet. “Let’s take her to the hospital first. If she wakes up, we’ll say her memory’s messed up. If she doesn’t… even better…” Ryan replied. I sneered mentally. So, they wanted to kill me this early on, huh? They quickly rushed me to the hospital and called my parents. “Where am I? Mom, who are these people?” I pretended not to recognize the scummy pair. “Doctor! What’s wrong with my daughter?” My parents asked, frantic with worry. The doctor explained that I’d suffered a head injury, and memory loss was a normal side effect. Hearing this, Tiffany and Ryan both visibly relaxed. “Don’t worry, Rowan, we’ll get you good treatment and rest, you’ll be fine in a few days!” Mom gently patted my back. “That’s right, little sis!” Tiffany practically gloated that I couldn’t remember. I pretended not to know her. Mom noticed my confusion and said, “Rowan, this is your cousin, Tiffany.” A plan began to form in my mind. “Is that her boyfriend?” I asked, pointing at Ryan. Ryan looked awkward. “Rowan, it’s Ryan! I’m your boyfriend…” I feigned shock: “Really? How could I possibly like you?” “Besides, I remember you two weren’t wearing clothes just now… and those marks on your necks…”

Tiffany and Ryan thought I was an idiot, too careless to even hide the evidence of their hookup. My parents looked at them, their faces darkening. They immediately understood the situation. “Uncle, it’s not like that, please let me explain!” “Yes, Aunt’s husband! Rowan’s not thinking clearly right now!” The guilty pair immediately denied everything, even trying to shift the blame onto me. But Dad, a former police officer, had always said I was a poor judge of character and never liked Ryan. Now, with undeniable evidence, and conveniently without breaking my heart, he glared at them and said, “Hmph! My daughter may have hit her head, but she’s not blind! Now, if you’ll excuse yourselves!” Mom, too, changed her usual gentle tone, her voice cold: “Tiffany, I’ll be having a word with your mother about this later. For now, get out.” The two dared not argue further and fled in dismay. “Mom, Dad, don’t worry, I didn’t actually lose my memory. I was just pretending to fool them!” Once they left, I quickly confessed to my parents. My parents, thinking I’d been wronged, hugged me tightly. Remembering how they died tragically because of me in my last life, I finally broke down and cried. It was peak summer now. In three months, continuous heavy rain would bring a sharp drop in temperature. In six months, heavy snow would begin, and the temperature would plummet. In less than a year, the world would enter an extreme cold era, and two-thirds of the global population would freeze to death. In my last life, our family of three hid in our underground fallout shelter. It was left from wartime, warm in winter and cool in summer, capable of resisting the cold even during the extreme era. Aunt Patricia came with Tiffany seeking refuge. We kindly took them in, unaware we were helping villains. They teamed up with Ryan to harm us. My parents pleaded with them to spare me, but they were driven out of the shelter themselves. In the extreme cold, human blood was considered a prime supplement. They died a gruesome death right before my eyes. Looking at my parents, still alive before me, I suppressed the hatred burning in my heart. “Let’s go home. I miss home.” “Okay, home it is!”

I rested for a week before submitting my resignation. Ryan worked at the same company, but his position was lower than mine. Everyone said it was *his* good fortune to be with *me*. Even after I quit, he had the nerve to text me, trying to make me stay. My colleagues were confused why I’d ‘abandoned’ him and quit. That shameless man even pretended to outsiders that we were still together. He was just after my considerable salary, nothing more. I explained the situation in the company WhatsApp group, screenshotted it, sent it to Tiffany, and then blocked them both. Anyway, when the apocalypse came, with their level of shamelessness, they were bound to come looking for me. When Mom got home, she told Aunt Patricia that Tiffany was a homewrecker. Aunt Patricia and Tiffany were truly mother and daughter; not only did she not think her daughter had a problem, she even mocked me for not being able to keep my boyfriend in line. Mom was so furious she severed all ties with them. My parents initially didn’t understand my decision to quit, but fortunately, I had ample savings, so they let me do as I pleased. I got the keys to the fallout shelter from them and started hoarding supplies. I hired people to replace the doors and windows with bulletproof ones, and I fenced off the surrounding area with an iron fence. The weather gradually turned cold. I spent my days in the fallout shelter, and the neighbors gossiped about me in private. “Hey, that Rowan girl, she used to be so nice. Why’s she suddenly locked herself in that old fallout shelter?” “Forget about it, you wouldn’t know. I heard her boyfriend and her cousin got together! She hit her head and forgot everything!” “She probably went crazy from the shock, didn’t she?” “Don’t bother worrying about me. Just buy more warm clothes! It’s getting colder.” I walked past them, carrying a massive down comforter. In my last life, when Tiffany and Ryan chained me up, these same ladies had secretly brought me food. I hoped they would listen to my words; consider it my repayment. The neighbors exchanged glances. “You know, she’s right. The weather really is getting weirder and weirder!”

“Daughter, your old man can’t beat you anymore!” Dad gasped for breath, leaning against the wall. “Then my money wasn’t wasted!” I’d paid a fortune for combat lessons, and the results were clear! “I’m heading into the bunker. I need to run some electrical wires today.” “What’s a girl like you always doing down in that hole?” Dad grumbled, confused. I checked the time. “You’ll know soon enough!” Today brought an unexpected bonus: I discovered several secret passages in the bunker, each with an entrance just big enough for one person. If opened up, the shelter’s area would expand significantly, revealing a hidden world within. I’d secretly picked up some skills from the workers I hired. Afraid of drawing too much attention, I decided to handle these passages myself. “Rowan, dinner! Look at you, all filthy!” Mom said, handing me a lunchbox with a doting smile. “What are you doing with these useless rocks?” She looked at the stones in my basket, puzzled. “These are treasures! You’ll understand later!” These were special stones; if not actively extinguished, they would burn indefinitely. In the apocalypse, they were called Ever-burning stones, and after the world ended, thousands would frantically snatch them up. In the extreme cold, they’d even be exchanged for food or human lives. And our fallout shelter had plenty of them. In my previous life, those two idiots, Tiffany and Ryan, ran into some escaped murderers. To save their own skins, they revealed the existence of these stones. The men broke into the fallout shelter and found me chained by the door, their laughter evil and arrogant. I fought them for the Ever-burning stones. The leader, a man named Dexter, came up with a cruel idea: he ordered my hand to be shoved outside the door to freeze. You have to understand, it was over eighty degrees below zero outside then. My hand would freeze solid and die within minutes. Tiffany, wanting to impress them, eagerly carried out this ‘punishment.’ That wasn’t enough. To please them, she took a hammer and systematically knocked off my already frozen fingers, one by one. Ryan pried open my eyes, and I watched, helpless, as my fingers separated from my body. After my parents died, I was dead inside. I didn’t cry, didn’t fight. Seeing my lack of reaction, which failed to satisfy their twisted pleasure, they simply threw me out. I glared, my eyes wide, memorizing every single one of them. The natural death of the extreme cold wasn’t painful, but my hatred burned a thousand times hotter.

As the weather turned colder, heavy rains began, and my preparations were nearing completion. I convinced my parents to move into the fallout shelter. Seeing the completely transformed world inside, they were greatly surprised. “Rowan, why is this section so steamy?” Mom asked, pointing to a partitioned room. I explained to Mom that this was a hot spring vent I’d discovered while collecting the Ever-burning stones. It wasn’t finished construction yet. I just hoped the spring water would still be this hot when the extreme cold arrived. The opened secret passages were also partitioned into small rooms, with concealed doors that were usually undetectable. I installed hidden cameras and some small traps at the entrances. I also planned to fence off a plot of land for some small poultry and vegetables, trying to eat fresh ingredients whenever possible. “Down jackets are all sold out now! The weather is so strange, and it’s only [late summer/early fall]!” Dad sighed, sipping his tea. “Right! Good thing Rowan bought them.” When my parents had questioned my actions before, I told them I’d had nightmares for a month straight. I revealed the extreme cold conditions of my previous life to them. They still didn’t fully understand, but they stopped questioning me. *Knock, knock, knock!* Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I checked the hidden camera feed: it was Aunt Patricia, Tiffany, and Ryan. The rain was so heavy that even with umbrellas, the three were drenched like drowned rats. We went back up to the house through the newly opened staircase and opened the door. “Rowan, dear! Do you have any extra down jackets?” Aunt Patricia’s lips were stiff with cold. Before I could even speak, Mom snapped, “No!” “Liar! We heard that little sis went crazy and bought tons of down jackets!” Tiffany’s tone was as entitled as ever. “Rowan! I really misjudged you! We’re family, what’s wrong with giving us some clothes?” Ryan’s face was contorted with fury. I scoffed, “Sir, even if I *am* family with these two, what exactly are *you* to me?” Tiffany stepped in front of Ryan. “He’s your future brother-in-law!” “I won’t say anything nasty, but I distinctly remember Mom cutting ties with you two.” “And as for this one, hmph, he’s just a used-up piece of trash! He has absolutely nothing to do with us!” Dad sneered, not even bothering to look at them directly. The three’s faces turned crimson. They flew into a rage out of shame and lunged at me. Aunt Patricia took the opportunity to rush inside and rummage through the closet.

“There’s no law anymore!” Dad roared, his eyes blazing. I grabbed Tiffany by the arm. “You really are shameless, always picking up other people’s scraps!”

“Mom, they must be hiding inside! And they set this damned mousetrap!” Tiffany hissed, sucking in air from the pain. I saw they were still wearing the clothes they’d snatched last time—torn and stained with blood. They’d probably been attacked on their way here. Ryan glanced around furtively and actually spotted my camera. He leaned in, his face purplish, eyes bloodshot. “Rowan, I know you’re in there! Let us in! Tiffany’s hurt!” “Why should I let you in?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. Hearing the playful tone in my voice, the three went wild, frantically banging on the door. But this door could stop bullets. “If you don’t let us in, you’re murderers!” Tiffany shrieked, stomping her feet back and forth. “Rowan, don’t let them in!” My parents hated them deeply. I raised a hand, calming my parents. “You can come in, but on certain conditions!” “Okay, okay, we agree! Anything!” The three nodded frantically, almost kneeling. Before the door was fully open, they burst in. “I’m freezing to death!” My parents secretly gripped their weapons, and I watched them coldly. “Once you’re in, you follow my rules, or I throw you right back out!” “First, food is limited and rationed. Second, you go out every day to find supplies. Third, two people stand guard every night.” “Agreed, we accept!” Tiffany quickly agreed. I scoffed. Tiffany was always the type to bend when necessary. “Break the rules, and I’ll break your hands!” I snatched a stick and shattered a vase. The three, half-frozen to death, didn’t seem to heed my warning, which was exactly what I wanted.

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The apocalypse of extreme heat had arrived. My best friend and my boyfriend tied me to a chair, together. They drained my blood, using it as their new water supply, and gleefully pulled out my bones, giving them to the dog to chew on. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my best friend, in tiny pink shorts, swaying provocatively in front of my boyfriend. This time, I was going to make them taste despair. “AC, Wi-Fi… If only we had some watermelon.” A familiar whine woke me up. The moment my eyes fluttered open, I saw Brittany, clad only in her underwear, dramatically complaining to my boyfriend, Damian. She was biting her finger, her bra strap conveniently slipping off her shoulder. Damian turned his head, glancing at the scorching sun outside, looking a little troubled. Then, his gaze landed on me. “Perfect, you’re awake.” “Brittany wants watermelon. She’s a guest, and your best friend, so why don’t you go out and buy some?” The scene before me was all too familiar. I had been reborn, two days before the high-temperature apocalypse officially hit. At this point, no one realized it was a disaster; people just thought it was a normal heatwave. Two days later, the water and electricity would cut out, and food and fresh water would become scarce. That would signal the official arrival of the high-temperature apocalypse. 2 In my previous life, after waking up and seeing Brittany’s attire, I had pulled her into the bedroom, reminding her to be mindful. “What do you expect me to wear in this heat?!” Brittany’s face had twisted in annoyance, and she’d reached up to adjust her fallen strap. “You don’t actually think I’m trying to hook up with your boyfriend, do you? Don’t be ridiculous! We knew each other long before you came along. If we wanted to be together, we would’ve been already! What would it even have to do with you?!” “Cassie, you’re misunderstanding Brittany. She’s your best friend. Don’t you know what kind of person she is?” Damian had leaned against the bedroom doorway, his tone dripping with accusation. “Go buy the watermelon. It’ll do you good to cool down.” Like hell I would! It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and he wanted me to “cool down.” But now. I actually did want to go out. 3 “I’ll go buy the watermelon! It’s so hot, how can we let darling Brittany go without her watermelon?” I forced a smile, sweetly complying. The moment the door closed, the cold air from inside was cut off. The suffocating heatwave hit me almost immediately, threatening to choke me. My parents had already bought me a small villa in the suburbs. To spare Damian’s ego, I had never told him about it. After all, the carefully constructed image he maintained was always about *him* working hard to provide a happy life for the woman he loved. Yet, I was the one paying the rent for his apartment. After leaving, I headed straight for my villa. Buying this villa had been a stroke of luck. For a while, I had been obsessed with apocalypse movies, and this real estate company’s slogan was perfect: “Your Apocalypse Home.” The entire exterior of the villa was made of explosion-proof and fire-resistant materials, and it also had cooling and temperature-regulating functions. The roof was covered with numerous solar panels. The spacious basement was a natural giant refrigerator, perfect for storing massive amounts of food. Even better, the villa had its own ecological vegetable garden. With a complete hydroponic system, all I needed to do was plant seeds and add water, and the vegetables would be enough to meet my needs throughout the apocalypse. It did have its downsides, though. The villa looked ugly and was incredibly expensive. They hadn’t sold many units to date. 4 The villa came fully furnished with appliances. Though, they were all off-brand names I’d never heard of. When my mom came to add household items, she’d complained about the quality of these generic appliances and wanted to replace them. I looked at the ten massive refrigerators lined up in a row and couldn’t bring myself to let them go. After running back and forth three or four times, I finally managed to fill all the fridges. In addition to that, I bought a dozen more cases of crackers, instant noodles, self-heating hot pots, and various canned goods. Plus emergency medicines, feminine hygiene products, and other daily necessities. Only after the basement was filled to the brim with bottled water did I finally feel secure enough to splurge on snacks. My phone buzzed with a text message: [ATTENTION RESIDENTS: ABNORMAL HIGH TEMPERATURES EXPECTED. PLEASE STOCK UP ON SUPPLIES AND AVOID UNNECESSARY OUTINGS. ALSO, BE AWARE OF DISEASE AND BACTERIAL SPREAD IN HIGH HEAT.] Immediately after, Damian called. “Does it really take this long to buy a watermelon?” I explained that it was too hot, many fruit stores were closed, and I had to go far to find one. There was a moment of silence on the other end. “Cassie, you got the notification too, right?” Damian’s voice was heavy, like he’d just woken up. “Don’t worry about it. Experts say things, but who really listens? Those people hoarding supplies probably haven’t even finished the salt they bought last year.” I feigned a relaxed chuckle, making a joke. “It’s like fire outside. I’ll swing by and get some supplies on my way back. You two just stay in, I’d hate for you to overheat.” To dissuade Damian from going out shopping, I had to keep up the act. Just like in my previous life. That evening, I returned to the rental apartment with the supplies. *** [PAYWALL] *** In my previous life, I hadn’t realized the extreme heat apocalypse would be endless. I certainly hadn’t imagined that, when the apocalypse truly arrived, those two scumbags would hog all the supplies. They’d even tied me to a chair, drained my blood to use as their new water supply, and then gleefully picked my bones clean to give to Brittany’s dog as a chew toy. “How did you only get this much?!” Damian pointed at the meager instant noodles and crackers in the bag, clearly displeased. “Because the bottled water and watermelon were too heavy.” I deliberately twisted my wrist, looking a bit wronged as I gestured to the few bottles of water and the large watermelon. Brittany was happily gnawing on the watermelon, feeding the rinds to her beloved pet dog. But the dog clearly didn’t want the rinds, lunging to snatch a few bites of the red flesh instead. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a few days of heat, the experts are just being dramatic! We don’t even have to go to work, how bad can it get?” Damian shot Brittany a disgusted look. Though Damian wanted to hoard more supplies, I had timed my return perfectly. The supermarkets and stores were already closed. In my previous life, I had always lived in the company’s employee dorms. When the apocalypse hit, I was forced to stay in this rental apartment. When I suggested staying overnight tonight, Damian was ecstatic. Brittany, however, pouted and linked arms with me. “Cassie definitely wants to stay and keep me company! We haven’t had a good heart-to-heart in ages.” Facing my best friend’s overwhelming enthusiasm, I naturally had to “repay” her. While they slept soundly, I installed long-lasting, omnidirectional surveillance cameras in every corner of the apartment. Who needs a movie when you’ve got a live feed like this? 5 The next day, the temperature rose another ten degrees. Roads started to melt, and major video platforms were flooded with clips of people fighting over supplies. Unlike in my previous life. Damian was visibly panicking now. He ordered Brittany and me to split up and rush to grab supplies. Brittany, however, complained it was too hot and refused to leave. The moment Damian and I split up, I practically sprinted back to the villa. My parents video-called me; they had already moved to the countryside. It was a retirement home they’d bought earlier, located in the north, not yet affected by the extreme heat. I reminded them to stock up on supplies beforehand and take precautions. They, however, looked worried, urging me not to skimp on money, to buy whatever I could, no matter the cost. It turned out they’d seen the news: because of that high-temperature alert, supermarket shelves had been cleared out, and some people were price gouging. Bottled water that usually sold for two dollars was now being scalped for a thousand dollars a bottle. I secretly congratulated myself on being a step ahead yesterday. Just as I was comforting my parents, Damian’s call came in. “Cassie, I managed to get supplies! Ten whole cases of bottled water!” His voice was brimming with barely contained excitement. Then, he lowered his voice. “The owner gave us a discount, it’s fifty thousand dollars in total, Cassie… don’t think it’s expensive, these are extreme times…” Expensive? For a thousand dollars a bottle, I thought the owner was being surprisingly fair. After all, in the apocalypse, money would soon be worthless. Yet right now, not having money was the absolute worst. “Tell me, are you buying this or not?! Don’t waste my time if you’re not!” “Owner, I’ll offer eighty thousand, give it to me!” A quarrel erupted on the other end of the line. “Not expensive, not expensive at all. Forget fifty thousand, even a hundred thousand wouldn’t be expensive.” I was practically giddy, watching the drama escalate. Damian’s voice changed with delight. “I’ll offer a hundred thousand, owner, give it to me. Cassie, you can transfer the money to my bank account later.” I readily agreed. Then I turned off my phone and settled in for a nap. 6 After a good, long sleep, I slowly got up and pushed my shopping cart into the pantry. I had transformed this area into a small supermarket. Only after I’d prepared a hot pot did I turn my phone back on. An avalanche of missed calls and hundreds of unread messages flooded my screen. I found myself added to a group chat called [Apocalypse Survivors’ Haven]. The group admin was the same person who had developed this villa community. Its members were all like the admin, friends interested in exploring apocalyptic survival. For me, an “unexpected resident,” the group showed a lot of concern. [B-02 resident, what’s the situation? Male or female? Alive or dead? Boss, can’t you check their info? — Admin] [How can I just casually check a resident’s info? They’re closest to me, I’ll get to know them eventually. — (Another Member)] My phone suddenly popped up with a friend request; it was the admin. [You live alone, and you’re a girl. Do you need any help?] Clearly, they had checked my information. I thought for a moment, deciding to wait and see. I set out the hot pot ingredients and turned on the TV. As soon as the surveillance feed connected to the screen, Damian’s furious face appeared. He was grabbing Brittany by the hair, his fists raining down on her face. Brittany’s wails filled the surveillance audio. Her dog, trying to protect its owner, was kicked into a corner by Damian, whimpering and cowering, daring not to approach. It turned out Brittany had heard Damian got water and opened one of the few remaining bottles of bottled water to feed to the dog. Damian, tired of hitting her, locked Brittany and the dog together, then picked up his phone and dialed my number. [Blocked one incoming call.] [Blocked one incoming call.] … [Blocked one incoming text message.] I stuffed a piece of hot beef into my mouth, leisurely opening the text message. [Apocalypse Haven Villa B-02, Cassie, so you’re here.] [You’re reborn too, aren’t you?] Damian licked his chapped lips, looking at my location on his phone, a cunning, greedy smile spreading across his face. Damian’s mood brightened considerably after locating me. He grabbed a towel and dabbed at the blood on Brittany’s face. “I have you to thank for suggesting we install that tracker on Cassie’s phone, back when we were sneaking around.” Brittany’s eyes were swollen into narrow slits, and she gritted her teeth viciously. “Cassie, that bitch! She wouldn’t even buy us water! When we find her, I’ll rip her bones out and feed them to the dog!” On the monitor, Damian’s face slowly twisted. He gripped his phone, the muscles in his cheekbones so taut they looked ready to split, his smile filled with suppressed rage and madness. [Blocked one message.] I tapped it open, another one from Damian. [Cassie, let’s make a deal.] 7 I looked out the window; the sun was still bright white, like midday. But it was already 9 PM. Damian knew that under such extreme weather, it was no longer suitable to go out. So, he chose to get down on his knees and weep, sincerely repenting. He said that in his previous life, he had been seduced by Brittany and only resorted to harming me out of desperation. He also claimed that after I died, Brittany tricked him onto the balcony, where he was baked alive. All because Brittany had heard in a group chat that human bodies could evaporate water. I told him I needed to see his sincerity. As soon as I unblocked Damian on SnapChat, he eagerly sent a FaceTime call. On screen, Damian held a gleaming boning knife, gesturing back and forth over Brittany’s pale, tender thigh. “How about a hundred dollars per cut?” “You know, Brittany is my best friend.” I frowned at the phone camera. “So I’ll need to charge more. Make it a thousand dollars per cut.” At first, Brittany thought Damian was just putting on a show to extort money from me. When I raised the price, a hint of triumph even flashed across her face. But when the sharp blade sliced through her skin, and the first piece of flesh was cut off, She let out a piercing scream. The dog, long without food, drooled, its tongue hanging out. “First the flesh, then the money. Is that sincere enough?” Damian’s facial muscles twitched with excitement. Brittany’s curses filled the entire room. “Damian, you bastard! You said we’d get the money first! You actually cut me?!” “I’m pregnant!” Brittany shrieked the last sentence, and Damian’s movements froze. I even slowed my potato chip crunching, tensely anticipating the unfolding drama. In my previous life, when Brittany suggested tying me up to drain my blood, Damian had hesitated. “I’m pregnant with your child! You choose, the child or Cassie, you decide!” “The child is innocent, after all. Cassie, just consider it an act of charity, sacrificing yourself for a new life.” Ultimately, Damian had tied me to the chair, and with one swift cut, ended my life. “Who knows if that child is even mine?” Damian suddenly scoffed, his words completely shattering Brittany’s composure. “You’re an animal! If you hadn’t said Cassie wouldn’t sleep with you and pushed me to come over every day, my boyfriend wouldn’t have found out about us and broken up with me!” Brittany’s curses grew fouler, and even the dog began to bark wildly. Damian picked up a piece of meat from the floor and tossed it far away; the dog was instantly distracted. Brittany stopped yelling. She stared blankly as her beloved pet dog ravenously devoured the fresh meat. “Ugh!” Before she could vomit, Damian was a step ahead, stuffing a sock into her mouth. Ugh, that taste. I couldn’t even eat my potato chips anymore. Brittany’s thigh was a bloody mess. Damian’s technique was unique; there were many wounds, but none were fatal. He understood that only a living Brittany could bring him more money. As soon as I transferred the money, Damian immediately started posting in the community’s swap chat, desperately seeking supplies at exorbitant prices. As a reborn individual. Damian knew very well that in the early stages, there were still people in the community group willing to sell things for money, desperate as they were. But later on. No amount of money would buy a single drop of water. And that was when the true hunt would begin for the real predators. I watched my caged prey on the surveillance screen. Comfortably, I snuggled into my comforter. 8 Three more days passed. Damian, relying on the supplies he’d bought at high prices early on, was still living quite comfortably. Brittany, however, didn’t have a single patch of intact skin left on her body. [Our whole family is dying of thirst, please, be merciful, sell me one bottle of water, I’ll pay a hundred thousand!] The rental apartment’s community chat was filled with many such pleas. But no one responded to them. [Please save my child, he’s only a few months old, I beg you.] [Video] The baby’s normally pink lips were now dry and pale. I scrolled through the videos, feeling a heavy weight in my heart. These people were the ones who hadn’t believed the pre-apocalypse warnings to stock up. That’s because, over the years, expert warnings had become tiresome. No one had actually believed that disaster would truly strike. [The child is innocent, let’s share some water with them. – Unit 2, Apt 301] Damian’s name in the group chat was his unit and apartment number. The moment my message with Damian’s unit number went out, the group chat exploded. Unit 2, Apt 702: [Exactly, your family bought so much water in the group chat a few days ago, share some with everyone!] Unit 6, Apt 502: [Hand over the water and show some charity! – Unit 2, Apt 301] Unit 3, Apt 401: [Brother, please be kind, just one bottle for my kid, I won’t tell anyone.] Damian panicked. He sent several messages to the group, explaining that all his water was gone. But how could people easily give up their only chance at survival? I opened a cold soda, enjoying the scene on the monitor. The crowd worked together to pry open the rental apartment door. Damian was beaten black and blue, cowering in a corner with the dog, which was now skin and bones, looking almost lifeless. These people, like pirates discovering treasure, ransacked all the supplies in the apartment. An old man arrived a little late. After surveying the apartment, he took Brittany, who was still tied to the chair and close to death, with him.

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My mother-in-law, Eleanor, and I were enjoying a getaway. After checking into our hotel, we headed straight for the pool. But a perfectly put-together woman, looking utterly disgusted, scrunched up her nose at us. “This is a high-end hotel. What kind of people do they let in? Are you just sneaking in to use the pool?” “Sharing a pool with you makes me worry about catching some infectious disease!” Eleanor and I immediately felt our vibe killed. I retorted coldly: “The hotel pool is public, open to all guests. If you can’t handle that, build your own at home.” Her eyebrows shot up in anger. She snapped: “How dare you talk to me like that? Do you even know my husband owns this hotel? The most exclusive suite here is mine year-round.” “I command you to get out! You reek of cheapness, you’re making the water filthy. It’s disgusting!” Eleanor and I exchanged a glance, a chill of recognition passing between us. This hotel was owned by Julian Hayes. When did he become *her* husband?! A chilling dread washed over me. Had Julian Hayes, the man who’d vowed eternal loyalty to me, truly cheated?

The next moment, my gaze fell on the rose tattoo on her collarbone. I’d seen an identical one on Julian’s abs. He’d told me he got it because I loved roses. How foolish I felt then, so touched by his gesture. It turned out to be a matching tattoo with another woman. If I hadn’t stumbled upon this today, I would never have known he’d found someone else so long ago. The more furious I became, the calmer I felt. I decided to expose her facade. “But as far as I know, Julian Hayes’s wife’s surname is Shaw, and she doesn’t look like you at all. You’re the third party, yet you dare to be so arrogant. You have no shame.” “Go ahead, call Julian Hayes right now. I’d love to see how he’s going to make us pay dearly!” My words, “third party,” stung her. She hissed: “There’s no ‘first-come, first-served’ in love. The one who isn’t loved, *that’s* the third party.” “My husband is coming over today anyway. I’ll have him here in a flash. You just wait!” She dialed a number, her voice shifting to a sickly sweet tone: “Julian, honey, when will you be here? I’m being bullied by two old women at the hotel pool, and I’m so scared all by myself. Please hurry and help me out.” “After this, you should make the pool exclusive for me. I’ve been practicing some new moves in the pool, just for you.” After she hung up, her eyes practically gleamed with vanity and triumph. “He’ll be here in half an hour. You two are dead. He has plenty of ways to deal with you!” The thought of Julian putting on a show of deep affection with me while cheating with another woman made me want to throw up. Eleanor caught my reaction and understood. She gnashed her teeth. “Julian Hayes, that monster! Just like his worthless father!” “What I gave him, I can just as easily take back!” Eleanor hated infidelity. Years ago, she divorced Julian’s father because he cheated with a younger model. She’d raised her son alone, balancing a demanding career. She never expected the son she raised to be just as rotten, stabbing her in the back. Eleanor Hayes owned over a hundred hotels nationwide. Although she’d handed over some operations to Julian these past few years, she was still the true power behind them. And I, Elara Shaw, wouldn’t have married Julian Hayes if I didn’t come from an equally prominent family. Julian Hayes, I’m waiting to see how you’re going to explain this to us! At that moment, I noticed Eleanor’s face had turned pale. Worried, I quickly helped her, trying to get her out of the pool to change. But Tiffany waved her hand. Mikey immediately used his arms to vault onto the deck, and as Eleanor was climbing the ladder, he kicked her. Eleanor tumbled back into the water. I quickly reached for her again. Tiffany watched from the side, laughing maniacally. “You two look like a couple of old ducks flapping around in the water! Don’t you love being in the water? Then stay there!” “Mikey, don’t let them out until my husband arrives.” Mikey, like a loyal lackey, responded: “Tiffany, don’t worry, mission accomplished. Just put in a good word for me with Mr. Hayes when he gets here.” No matter how many times Eleanor and I tried to climb out, he’d kick us back down. Our strength was quickly draining. Eleanor, clutching her chest, was gasping for air, unable to speak. I made her lean on me, shouting desperately to the shore: “Are you trying to kill someone?! My mother is having a heart attack; let us out now! “Otherwise, when Julian Hayes gets here, you’ll regret it!” Mikey’s face paled, and he nervously looked at Tiffany. She just chuckled, dismissing my threat. “You old ladies always pull these kinds of stunts. Faking a heart attack? You were swimming perfectly fine just a minute ago!” “Mikey, go turn off the pool heater. Let’s see how long she can keep up the act then!”

My temples throbbed with rage. “I’m telling you, if someone dies, the police will be involved, and none of you will get away with it!” She casually took a sip from a glass of red wine, her tone arrogant. “Stop faking it. If you want out, just beg me.” “Weren’t you so tough a minute ago? What, now that you know my husband is coming, you’re scared?” Eleanor already had a heart condition. Not only had she been infuriated today, but she’d also choked on water several times and was exhausted. She was in severe distress. I bit my lip. I couldn’t let her be in danger. I had to endure it for now, ensure her safety. Just as I was about to open my mouth and beg her, Eleanor grabbed my arm. She spoke with a trembling voice: “I’ve never bowed my head to anyone in my life, much less begged a despicable thing like her.” “Elara, I can still hold on. When Julian Hayes gets here, he definitely won’t forgive her.” “Don’t worry, I’ve been hurt by men my whole life. I’ll stand by you.” Seeing that we still wouldn’t beg, Tiffany’s eyes glinted slyly. She turned and instructed Mikey: “Go grab two buckets of ice from the kitchen. Let’s cool them down even more.” Ice cubes were dumped into the water, and the temperature quickly plummeted. I was shivering uncontrollably. Eleanor’s lips were already turning blue, and her consciousness was fading. I slapped her face, but she barely reacted. Holding my breath, I quickly swam with her towards the edge, but Mikey pushed us away again and again with a pole. I was frantic, my eyes red, screaming hoarsely: “My mother is dying! Let her out now! If someone dies, your hotel won’t be able to escape responsibility!” “Julian Hayes will never let you off the hook!” Mikey, being a swimming instructor, noticed Eleanor’s pale face and realized the situation was genuinely bad. He quickly turned to Tiffany. “Tiffany, the older woman looks really bad. Maybe we should let her out? It’ll be such a hassle if she dies in the pool, and it’ll gross you out every time you use it.” “Besides, Mr. Hayes probably doesn’t want you to actually kill someone. If he gets angry, I might lose my job.” Tiffany thought for a moment, then scoffed. “Oh, so you’re worried about your job? I didn’t actually intend to kill anyone, but some people are just too stubborn for their own good.” “I said if they begged me, I’d consider letting them out. They’re still not at death’s door. I want to see how long they can last!” Mikey, emboldened by Tiffany’s presence, glared at me. “Let me tell you, Tiffany Blackwood is Mr. Hayes’s woman. This hotel exists to serve her; everything has to make way for her.” “You shouldn’t have been let in today. If you want to live, apologize to her right now, and beg her properly.” “If you’re not smart about this, no one can help you!” I bit my lip hard, seeing Eleanor in such a critical state. I couldn’t care less about my pride or dignity anymore. I struggled to speak: “I beg you, please let my mother out first. She has a heart condition; she’ll really die.” Tiffany’s lips curved into a smug smile. She deliberately sneered, her voice dripping with mock sweetness: “Didn’t you just call me a shameless third party? I want you to say it again. Say that Elara Shaw is the bitchy third party, and *I* am Julian Hayes’s wife.” Tiffany hated being called a third party, and she was fiercely jealous of the Elara Shaw she’d never met. She didn’t know *I* was Elara Shaw, and yet, she unwittingly delivered the greatest insult. My fists clenched, nails digging deep into my palms. I swallowed the humiliation, repeating each word slowly: “Elara Shaw is the bitchy third party, you are Julian Hayes’s wife!” “Is that enough? Now let my mother out!” She smiled, satisfied, a cunning glint in her eyes. “I said I’d *consider* it. Now that I’ve considered it, I’ve decided I don’t want you to come out.”

I was utterly furious, wanting to tear her apart with my eyes. I had no choice but to reveal Eleanor’s identity. “You’ve gone too far! She is Julian Hayes’s mother! If anything happens to her, Julian Hayes will never let you off the hook when he gets here!” Tiffany burst into laughter, scoffing: “You disgusting women will make up any lie! I just heard you call her ‘Mom.’ How did she suddenly become Julian Hayes’s mother?” “You’ve ruined my swimming fun today. I’m going to teach you a lesson. Next time you go out, remember to open your eyes!” Eleanor was trembling slightly in my arms, her breathing growing weaker. Her heart condition had fully flared up. If she didn’t get her emergency heart medicine soon, she would truly die. My eyes red, I screamed hoarsely: “Help! Someone, please help us! Someone’s going to die…” But the entire pool area was empty; there was no one else around. Mikey also started to panic. He said anxiously: “Tiffany, what if…” But she cut Mikey off, completely disregarding human life. She said nonchalantly: “It’s fine. Old ladies like her are stronger than young people. She’s just faking it.” “My husband will be here any minute. We can let them out after he arrives. A few more minutes won’t hurt. If something was going to happen, it would have already.” A few minutes could cost Eleanor her life if we missed the critical time for rescue. Despair flooded my heart. Just then, Mr. Davis, the hotel manager, rushed over. I yelled at him, my voice hoarse: “Help! My mom is having a heart attack! Get her out of the water immediately and call an ambulance!” The manager had seen Eleanor years ago, but he didn’t recognize her now. He saw Eleanor’s condition and his heart sank. He had heard there was trouble and had come to ingratiate himself with Tiffany. But now, with someone possibly dying, he quickly weighed upsetting Tiffany against losing his job over a death. He then smiled at Tiffany and said: “Ms. Blackwood, maybe we should let them out of the water first. If something really bad happens, you won’t be able to use this pool ever again.” Tiffany shot him a haughty look. “Fine. For your sake, I’ll let them out.” The manager quickly had Mikey pull Eleanor and me out of the water. Eleanor lay motionless on the ground. Ignoring my own gasping for breath, I sprinted to the changing room, grabbing my bag as fast as I could. I fumbled, spilling out the emergency heart medicine, and was about to put it in her mouth. But Tiffany kicked the bottle, sending both it and the pills flying into the pool. She looked at my furious face and sneered mockingly: “Alright, stop faking it. I let you out. Now get lost. Next time you see me, remember to walk the other way. I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you two off.” Rage propelled me forward. I slapped Tiffany hard across the face, my eyes red as I hissed: “If anything happens to my mother, I swear I’ll make you and Julian Hayes both pay the price!” She hadn’t expected me to dare hit her. She shrieked: “You lunatic! I shouldn’t have been soft-hearted. I should have let you two bitches drown!” I lunged to hit her again, but Mikey and Mr. Davis grabbed my shoulders. Tiffany, meanwhile, slapped me over and over again. The burning pain on my face cleared my head. I realized that any more delay would cost Eleanor her life. Struggling free from their grip, I quickly found my phone and called Julian Hayes: “Julian Hayes, Mom’s having a heart attack! We’re at the hotel pool in River City. Get the nearest medical team here now!” “Any later, and Mom will be gone!” But Julian replied impatiently: “If your mom has a heart condition, shouldn’t *she* be more careful? I’m in a meeting. Call an ambulance yourself.” He then abruptly hung up. I was trembling with anger. Does he even know whose mother has a heart condition? The next moment, Tiffany let out a delighted squeal, looking towards the entrance: “Julian, honey, you’re finally here!”

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After I spearheaded the company’s IPO, I personally generated billions in profits for my CEO wife. Veronica excitedly promised me a car. But then, she rolled out a kid’s scooter from the garage, beaming, “Practice with this first, honey. When the company makes *real* money, we’ll get you a proper one.” Just moments later, I saw her on her ex-boyfriend Blake’s live stream, casually dropping millions to snag a global limited-edition vintage supercar. On screen, she was draped around his neck, practically purring: “This is the only thing fit for my baby’s status!” I looked down at the scooter she’d given me, and suddenly, I burst out laughing. With a flick of my thumb, I forwarded it straight to the company’s main WhatsApp group, tagging everyone. Thirty seconds later, my phone practically vibrated off the table. Her voice, when it finally broke through, was a frantic, tear-laced shriek: “Jake, honey, let me explain! That was just to get his dad’s investment! Pull it back now! I’ll buy you a real car tomorrow!” But her promises? They were like a maxed-out credit card, draining every last drop of hope I had left. I slipped off my wedding ring and gently placed it on the coffee table. “Nine AM tomorrow. Don’t forget to show up for the divorce.” On the other end of the line, Veronica’s voice rose, sharp and shrill: “Are you out of your mind?! I told you it was to reel in an investment! What are you trying to prove here? The company’s making big money, aren’t you living comfortably too?” “Divorce? Who are you trying to scare? Who do you think you are? Without me, Veronica, would you be where you are today?” “Pull that message from the group *now*! The whole company’s laughing at me; how am I, the CEO, supposed to show my face? Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?” “I’m telling you, don’t push your luck! Retract it now, immediately! Otherwise, I’m *really* going to divorce you!” With that, she hung up before I could respond. I looked at the ring on the table and silently closed my eyes. In this marriage, I was truly exhausted. Messages in the company WhatsApp group were still piling up, all supporting me. “Veronica is totally out of line here. Is *this* how you treat the guy who made it all happen?” “Blake’s got zero talent, but he gets a supercar? That money could cover our team’s bonuses for three freaking years!” “Her ex is flaunting his wealth on TikTok, while we busted our butts getting this company public, and *this* is our reward?” I scrolled through them, one by one, and chuckled. Turns out, Veronica wasn’t upset because I embarrassed her; it was because her beloved Blake was getting ripped apart. But they were right. Her ex, Blake, was like a peacock constantly showing off, always circling around heiresses and wealthy older women, flamboyantly parading his supposed ‘family connections’ and ‘deep pockets.’ The truth? He couldn’t even read a basic financial statement, yet he’d brag at every cocktail party about ‘closing multi-million dollar deals.’ The most ridiculous part was when he visited the company last time. Just because the Head of Sales didn’t *grovel* enough for him, he immediately convinced Veronica to fire her. Everyone in the company came to me, begging me to intervene. Veronica immediately ripped into me: “‘The most important thing in this company is respect! If someone can’t even grasp that, they deserve to be fired!’” Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but sneer. The so-called “respect” was only for her useless ex. Me, her husband, I worked my butt off to make her billions, and the “respect” I earned was a kid’s scooter. My phone vibrated suddenly. It was a message from my team leader, Frank: “Jake, the guys just went to bat for you.” Seeing the flood of memes in the group, my mood lightened slightly. I was about to remind them to be careful. Suddenly, a disciplinary notice from Veronica’s ex, Blake, popped up in the company WhatsApp: “Anyone caught chatting in the group during work hours will have their monthly performance bonus docked completely!” Every single name on that list was from the team I had personally built and mentored. The group immediately erupted: “Director Jake, Blake is clearly coming after you!” “What’s the point of staying in this dump of a company?” “If you leave, we’re all leaving with you!” I clenched my phone. Seven years. From the very first fight we had about Blake, Veronica had unilaterally added him—an absolute outsider to our company—to the main group chat, even granting him administrative privileges. She knew how much I valued loyalty and my team. But she deliberately let Blake harass them, just to spite me. I dialed a number I hadn’t called in a long time. “Hey, old friend, is that offer we talked about still on the table?” A voice on the other end erupted with joy: “Of course! You finally came to your senses?” “But I have one condition.” “Name it!” “I’m bringing my entire team with me.” “Excellent! Double salary, same position, you can sign the contract tomorrow!” I hung up and looked at the divorce papers I’d just pulled from the drawer. Veronica had probably forgotten, but in the early days of our startup, we made a pact: if this company ever felt like a cage, either of us could walk away at any time. I stared at Veronica’s signature from seven years ago. Back then, she’d cling to my arm, her voice soft and sweet: “Honey, we’ll never need this agreement. I just want you to know that in my heart, you’re more important than the company.” But now? Everything was different. We were different. The pen spun once between my fingers. Without hesitation, I signed my name. Then, I opened the company WhatsApp and sent a new message: 【Everyone, effective tomorrow, I am officially resigning.】 Then, I turned off my phone. 2 Early the next morning, I arrived at the company to find the CEO’s assistant stammering nervously at me. I pushed open the office door, and Veronica was there, her face a storm cloud of fury, staring daggers at me: “You actually show up for work? Didn’t you say you were resigning yesterday? Regretting it already?” “Hmph, I called you *eighty-eight* times last night, and you didn’t pick up! Don’t think for a second I’m going to forgive you!” “I’m going on a business trip for a few days, so I won’t be home! You can use this time to *reflect* on your actions!” Just outside my office door, Blake, looking smug and dressed in some ridiculously flashy outfit, swooped in and grabbed Veronica by the waist: “Darling, what should we have for dinner once we land in the Maldives tonight?” I watched them walk away, and a cold laugh escaped me. So, it wasn’t a business trip. It was a vacation with Blake. Veronica almost drowned as a child; she’s always been terrified of the ocean. When we first married, I suggested the Maldives for our honeymoon, but her fear was so profound we kept postponing it. Now, for Blake? She was breaking every single one of her long-held rules. Tears blurred my vision from laughing. So true love really *can* conquer all fears. It just turned out that after seven or eight years of marriage, I was never her true love. Casting away the last shred of fantasy in my heart, I finalized the terms with my team and the new company. At the restaurant, Frank clapped a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. “Jake, a boss as biased as Veronica? She’s just not worth your loyalty.” I threw back a shot of whiskey, the fiery liquid burning a path down my throat. I remembered meeting Veronica for the first time. She was a fresh-faced intern, wearing a simple white shirt, so nervous in the conference room that she’d even put her PowerPoint slides in backward. Now, she was a woman full of lies, a master of manipulation. And hadn’t I, in a way, created this monster by constantly tolerating her behavior? In the early days of our startup, no matter how big a screw-up she made, one sweet word, one innocent look, and I’d melt, always forgiving her. Eventually, she didn’t even bother pretending. She just used her CEO title to shut me down. Now, for that ex, she could sacrifice me without a second thought. “Tonight, we drink until we drop!” I raised my glass, and my team members cheered in response. At 3 AM, I stumbled through the front door. To my surprise, Veronica was sitting upright on the couch in the living room, perfectly poised. She frowned and took two steps back: “Jake! I hate drunks! Have you forgotten that?” I chuckled. Right. Because she hated the smell of alcohol, I hadn’t touched a drop in eight years. But last week, in a SnapChat video Blake posted, Veronica was plastered, draped all over his shoulder. His caption? “My baby’s even cuter when she’s had too much.” She could even drink the alcohol she hated for her beloved ex, but now she was telling me she hated drunks. Thinking about it, I looked at her, my gaze cold. “Weren’t you supposed to be in the Maldives?” Veronica tossed a blanket at me: “How did you know? Never mind. It’s not important. I wouldn’t have changed my flight if I wasn’t worried sick about *you*!” “But you? You’re out here partying like crazy with those annoying people from the company?! Didn’t I tell you to reflect?!” She then pointed to the dining table. “And I even bothered to bring you coffee from that shop you love.” I used to constantly worry about her safety. No matter how fierce our arguments, if I didn’t hear from her for over an hour, I’d immediately call to check. But this time, I hadn’t sent her a single message for twenty-four hours straight. She finally couldn’t sit still, could she? On the dining table, there was indeed my favorite coffee. The smell used to make my whole day, but now it just made my stomach churn. This ‘stab you in the back then offer you a sweet’ routine? She’d perfected it years ago. Too bad it wasn’t working this time. Seeing my lack of reaction, Veronica’s tone softened slightly, but there was a suppressed, grinding anger beneath it. “Honey, can we please just stop this? No more fighting. I’ll get you a real car right away—Porsche or Ferrari, you pick!” I stared at the ceiling, then slowly spoke: “Veronica, do you honestly still think I’m negotiating with you over a car?” She frowned after a few seconds of silence: “Then what do you want? Just *say* it! I’ll agree to anything!” I smiled softly: “No need.” Then Veronica’s tone shifted abruptly: “Then how about that new energy project you’re leading? Let Blake take over. After all, you *did* egg your team on to badmouth him, so consider it an apology!” I scoffed. So that was it. She waited up all night just to get a project for that deadbeat. “Alright.” I said. Veronica flashed a triumphant smile, as if she’d expected me to cave: “See? That was easy. Just come back to the office tomorrow. I’ll call Blake, you apologize to him, and this whole thing will blow over.” “I won’t hold it against your team members for what they said about Blake. We can go back to being a happy couple.” I didn’t let her finish. I slapped my company ID badge onto the dining table. “One project? That’s not enough. Tomorrow, I’ll hand over *all* my current work to him.” 3 Veronica’s face instantly changed: “Jake! What are you talking about?” “Blake’s family is *so* influential, Jake. It’s just a project. You’re giving it to him as a gesture.” “Once his father’s investment comes through, our company will explode! And I’m just discussing this with you, what’s with the sarcasm?” “Nothing.” I turned and walked towards the bedroom. Veronica lunged forward, grabbing my collar. “Jake! You’re just jealous I bought Blake that car, aren’t you?!” She shrieked hysterically. “Don’t act like some martyr! A petty, calculating man like you isn’t even worth one of Blake’s pinky fingers!” “Fine! I’ll just buy you one myself!” Even now, she thought it was all about the car. I calmly pushed her hand away: “Keep that money, Veronica. Buy Blake a yacht.” With a *CRASH*—Veronica hurled the entire coffee cup at the wall. Coffee splattered, a jarring brown against the pristine white. “Blake and I are *nothing*! Your disgusting mind is so twisted, you don’t even deserve to be a VP!” I looked at her face, contorted with rage, and suddenly found it pathetic. Everyone else in the company called him ‘Mr. Blake,’ some even mockingly ‘Prince Blake.’ But *she* always used his first name, ‘Blake.’ And now she wanted to talk about innocence? “Veronica,” I used her formal title, letting the coldness sink in. “Do I need to pull up the security footage? Last Wednesday night, how exactly did your ‘Blake’ end up in your office?” Veronica’s face instantly went white, her carefully applied red lips trembling. She suddenly raised her hand, but stopped it inches from my face. Her freshly manicured red nails seemed to glint with a sinister, bloody light under the lamp. “Hmph!” She stumbled back, her voice catching. “Give me back the scooter I gave you! I picked that out myself! You don’t deserve it!” “Threw it away.” I cut off her theatrics. “This morning, when the cleaner came, I personally tossed it out.” Veronica’s tears instantly froze in her eyes. She stared at me, wide-eyed and disbelieving, as if seeing her husband of eight years for the very first time. I turned and closed the bedroom door, hearing Veronica’s furious roar from inside. “I’m leaving! I’m never coming back!” But strangely, this time, my heart felt completely calm. Turns out, when disappointment finally fills you up, even anger becomes redundant. When I woke up, my phone was scorching hot from all the messages. The company WhatsApp’s latest announcement displayed a new personnel change: 【After deliberation by the board of directors, Jake, Director of Operations, has been removed from his position and reassigned to Assistant Manager of Logistics, effective immediately.】 The reason for disciplinary action was explicitly stated as: 【Due to personal emotional issues affecting company unity.】 Even more ridiculous, the announcement bore Veronica’s digital signature, and the posting time was 3 AM—precisely the time her flight with Blake took off for the Maldives after they adjusted their schedule. When I went to HR with my team to process our resignations, the new HR representative, Mr. Davis, fumbled with his phone, trying to call for instructions: “Veronica, Director Jake and his team are…” From the other end of the line, Blake’s artificially sweet voice purred: “Veronica’s in the shower, darling. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Then came Veronica’s impatient, irritated voice: “Didn’t I say *not* to bother me today, no matter what?!” “But Director Jake—!” 4 “Let him handle whatever he needs to himself! He thinks he’s so capable, why is he calling me?!” Veronica’s voice suddenly sharpened. “The company seal is in the safe! The password is his birthday! Do I really need to be bothered with such trivial matters?” Mr. Davis hung up, his face flushed scarlet. He nervously opened the safe, but froze when he saw the keypad. The date displayed? It wasn’t my birthday. It was the exact date Veronica and Blake first met. The resignation process was unusually smooth. On my way to the courthouse for the divorce, I idly scrolled through Instagram and saw Blake’s latest post. A nine-photo dump, with Veronica in a sexy bikini, intimately feeding him fruit. The caption read: 【Some people take eight years to do nothing, others achieve more in eight days.】 Veronica’s old friends commented below: “She introduced him to us three years ago, saying they were about to go public. Guess she finally decided to post about it on SnapChat today.” All these years, Veronica had always made excuses about being too busy to introduce me to her friends. But in truth, three years ago, she was already introducing Blake as her husband. I silently liked her post on my phone. Veronica’s international call came through immediately. “Jake, what are you doing liking my post in the middle of a workday? Don’t you have a job?!” “And why are your team members liking it too?” “I’m half tempted to dock all your salaries!” I laughed into the international call. “Forgot to tell you. My team and I have already resigned.” Veronica paused, then asked incredulously: “What kind of game are you playing now to get me back?” “I’m busy with *real* work, Jake. I don’t have time for your childish games!” She certainly was busy. Busy dating Blake, busy making their relationship Instagram official to her college friends. And busy punishing me and my team. Blake, still on the line, stoked the flames: “Veronica, he’s doing this to disrespect you. Quitting himself is one thing, but taking all your top talent? He’s trying to destroy you!” Before he finished speaking, her friends, seeing my ‘like,’ chimed in with their own comments: “We all heard from Blake. Even if Jake *is* your husband, he’s just a pathetic loser at home. Blake does all his work at the company! Someone like that, if he doesn’t quit, you should’ve fired him yourself!” “Honestly, Veronica, that loser needs to go. Blake is clearly your soulmate!” Seeing their incitement and slander, Veronica, who knew the truth, didn’t bother to clarify for me. Instead, she sighed into the phone: “Jake, for the sake of our years together, I’m giving you one last chance.” “As long as you apologize, when we get back, I can offer you a position as Blake’s assistant. Otherwise!” Otherwise, she would divorce me. But this time, I wasn’t giving her any chances. Before, whenever she was about to utter those two words, I’d panic, begging her not to divorce me. But now, I calmly sent a photo of our divorce certificate to her comments section: “Allow me to announce, we are officially divorced.”

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  I was linked to a Sickness Transmigration System. It dumped me into the body of the true heiress, despised by everyone. Everyone adored the fake heiress, who’d been carefully cherished by the family for sixteen years. My three brothers feared I’d try to claim what belonged to the fake heiress, so they constantly mocked and taunted me. My biological parents were terrified my presence would upset the fake heiress, so they went all out to make it up to her. They never once considered my feelings. They saw my desperate yearning for love as a threat, as sheer jealousy. Later, I was dying. Even later, my second brother found the diary hidden under my pillow. They fell apart. *****   I was linked to a Sickness Transmigration System. It dropped me into the body of Harriet Bernal, the true heiress, half a year after she’d been found by the wealthy Bernal family. On my very first day here. Someone splashed a whole plate of food right onto me. Hot curry sauce ran down my face and neck, and fish balls rolled off my clothes onto the floor. The heat stung. I stared at the boy in front of me, my face blank. My gaze was blank, devoid of any emotion. Everyone else was startled by his actions too. Laurel, my mother, gasped, “Elton, what are you doing!” Elton’s face flickered with a hint of regret, but the words that burst out were nothing but blame. “It’s just that she always has that deadpan face! Renata talked to her, didn’t she hear?” Renata looked guilty at his words. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was because of me…” She looked at me apologetically. “My third brother didn’t mean it. Harriet, can I apologize to you for him?” Elton instantly bristled. “Who is she, anyway? Why would you even apologize to her? Renata, why do you even bother with her?!” I gave a faint, bitter smile. I wondered, too, what the original Harriet meant to them. Renata stood, surrounded by my three brothers, dressed in a pristine white dress, her hair perfectly styled. Meanwhile, my clothes were stained yellow with curry, and the smell of food clung to me, even without looking down. Renata. The family’s precious darling. This name shouldn’t have been hers. I ignored Renata. I picked up the last remaining fish ball that had landed on my lap, swallowing it along with the curry still clinging to my lips. It wasn’t the taste I remembered. I got up and left. “I’m full. I’ll head back to my room now, thank you.” As I turned, I met Mrs. Ward’s worried gaze. I managed a small smile for her. Silence fell over the dining table. Bernal and Laurel looked displeased. Brian, my eldest brother, said in a low, stern voice, “Elton, you genuinely crossed a line this time. Harriet didn’t do a thing.”   My original self in the previous world was already dead. Late-stage stomach cancer, died at eighteen. I had died a slow, agonizing death from the pain. There was no one by my side. Aside from that single fish ball just now, I hadn’t eaten anything solid for nearly three months. Perhaps the System, taking pity on my miserable existence, brought me to this world. This body also had stomach cancer. But it hadn’t progressed to a terminal stage yet. The System said the original girl had taken sleeping pills and committed suicide today. Frequent abdominal pain accompanied by coughing up blood had made her aware of her body’s problems. But she was afraid that speaking up would cause trouble for the Bernal family. Making the family, who already disliked her, despise her even more. So she chose to simply leave this world. How foolish she was. The Bernal family had vast resources; with proper treatment, she could have definitely gotten better. This family was truly ironic. They’d brought their biological daughter back half a year ago and still hadn’t noticed she was gravely ill. “Why am I here?” A girl who shared my unfortunate fate. Both orphans since childhood. Both afflicted with stomach cancer. Perhaps she was luckier than I. At sixteen, she was welcomed home by her biological parents. Perhaps she was unluckier than I. She never received a single shred of unconditional love before she left this world, becoming an angel. The System remained silent. “Has my arrival worsened this body’s symptoms?” I asked the System, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my throat. The System replied, “Yes. Just like your original self, you might… by eighteen.” “But if you cooperate with treatment…” I spoke calmly, “No treatment.” It didn’t matter. I was going to die anyway, so what did it matter? Besides, I didn’t want to live.   In the middle of the night, my stomach pain was unbearable, and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It felt like I was back in my previous life. Every night, I’d curl up, eyes wide open until dawn. My room was empty. My throat was parched. I fumbled my way downstairs in the dark, desperate for a drink of water. Instead, I ran into my second brother, Jeremy, in the living room. Jeremy was a professional gamer, so it wasn’t unusual for him to be up at two or three in the morning. He clearly noticed me too. He looked at me with a sour expression. Jeremy was the quietest member of the Bernal family. The original Harriet had never seen him in a good mood in the six months since she came home. I ignored him. I figured her very presence was enough to irritate him. I walked to the kitchen, hunched over. But I didn’t realize Jeremy was startled by my appearance. Under the dim nightlight in the living room. He clearly saw me sweating profusely from the pain, my lips pale. Aside from the angry red scald mark on my cheek, the rest of my skin was shockingly pale, almost translucent. I, however, was used to my sickly appearance, so I paid it no mind. I leaned against the sink, trying to rest, but the next second, a wave of nausea hit me, and I threw up blood. “Ugh.” I choked, tears welling up from the pain. A sound came from the kitchen doorway. Jeremy had followed me in. I quickly turned on the faucet to rinse the blood from the sink, then cupped my hands and drank a few gulps of tap water. Then I heard Jeremy’s deep voice. “If you’re going to drink water, drink warm water. Cold water can upset your stomach.” I softly hummed in response, lowering my head, trying to walk past him. The original Harriet had barely exchanged words with Jeremy, and I certainly wasn’t eager to get tangled up with this family. But Jeremy grabbed my wrist. I turned my head to look at him, my voice hoarse. “Second brother, is something wrong?” Being so close, Jeremy saw the wound on my face more clearly. He frowned, silent for a moment, then asked, “Why haven’t you treated the scald on your face?” I looked at his seemingly impatient expression. I just assumed he thought it was some kind of attention-seeking stunt. I pulled my wrist free, nodded vaguely. “Yeah, I’m heading back now.” He was too close. Jeremy turned on the light, then walked closer to the sink, frowning. Though the blood had mostly washed away. He still keenly noticed the faint reddish stains lingering in the sink…

  The next morning, as I went downstairs, I ran right into Elton near the staircase. My third brother had the most hostility towards the original Harriet. He and Renata were close in age, and their bond was the deepest. Perhaps Elton was simply too young. All he knew was that the sister he had pampered and protected his entire life had suddenly been replaced. This new girl, who had just been found, was going to steal everything from Renata. He vented all his resentment on his biological sister. He resented her for shattering their perfect life. Little did he realize, the original Harriet was the true innocent one. Elton looked at the obvious scald on my face, his eyes darting away. He deliberately didn’t speak to me, waiting for me to greet him. But I didn’t even glance at him, walking past him and away. Bernal’s face was cold. “You’re a grown person, can’t you even treat a small scald yourself? What kind of impression will you make walking around like that?” Bernal was a traditional patriarch, his eyes always on profits rather than family. He was probably just worried about me embarrassing him. Besides, the original Harriet had only been home for half a year. She couldn’t play any instruments, paint, or excel in academics. Her grades were abysmal. She had no real value to him. Laurel also looked disapproving. I scoffed internally. If it had been Renata, she’d have probably been rushed to the emergency room the second it happened. Yet last night, not a single person had bothered to ask if I’d been scalded. Or if I was still hungry after eating so little. Their favoritism truly knew no bounds. “There’s no first-aid kit in my room.” Silence fell over the Bernal family. Of course, the master bedrooms in the Bernal family mansion were fully equipped. But when they brought the original Harriet back, they made their biological daughter live in a guest room. And a guest room’s amenities were naturally sparse. The original Harriet even used the public bathroom. Not one person offered to give the original Harriet a different room. Laurel looked at her daughter’s face, so similar to her own, flushed with the scald, and a flicker of panic crossed her heart. If it were Renata, even a small injury would have the whole family doting on her. But when it came to me, there was no sound, no care. I was nothing like Renata, not at all lovable. Elton retorted, “You didn’t say anything, how were we supposed to know it was that serious?” A dull ache started in my upper abdomen, and I couldn’t help but hunch over. The taste of blood welled up in my throat. I tugged at my backpack strap, my voice hoarse. “I’m going to school now.” Elton frowned. It felt like his imagination, but Harriet’s posture seemed… off.   After the original Harriet was found, she transferred to Elton and Renata’s school. But Renata didn’t want the original Harriet to share the same car, afraid someone would discover she wasn’t the Bernal family’s true child. So the original Harriet always went to school alone. In those six months, due to Renata’s subtle hints, she had suffered no small amount of bullying. But that foolish girl endured it all in silence. She probably knew that even if she spoke up, no one would care. And her family would never believe Renata had instigated it. I had just pulled my textbooks from my desk when I saw the fake cockroach glued to the cover. The few kids waiting to see my reaction were already secretly covering their smirking mouths. The original Harriet would have definitely just taken it. But for me, dealing with such problems was just another Tuesday. I just wanted to quietly wait to die here, but if they insisted on coming at me, I wasn’t some pushover they could walk all over. I snatched up the textbook with the fake roach still stuck to it and strode towards the girl who’d been openly enjoying the show. I slapped the book right onto her face. Before she could even shriek, I dumped all the books out of her desk and found an identical textbook. The original Harriet had always been quiet and unassuming in class, never making a sound. Today, with my flushed face, I drew the silent attention of many classmates. Now, my once invisible self was causing such a commotion. The classroom instantly fell silent. The girl snapped back to reality and lunged at me like a maniac, trying to scratch me. I grabbed her hair and said coldly, “I’m letting bygones be bygones for what happened before. Don’t you dare mess with me again.” With that, I shoved her away and went back to my seat, slumping down. Not only was my stomach burning, but I also felt faintly nauseous, like I was about to vomit. The girl wouldn’t let it go, raising her hand to slap my face. Suddenly, her wrist was caught by Porter, who sat behind me. His rebellious face darkened. “Too loud.” The girl’s eyes widened when she saw it was Porter, and she instantly shut up. Porter was the undisputed king of the school, a total bad boy. His family had serious power and influence, so no one dared cross him. She went back to her seat and exchanged knowing glances with the others who’d been enjoying the show. A smirk played on their lips.   I was in so much pain I couldn’t straighten up, cold sweat beaded on my forehead, and I bit my lip hard to suppress the nausea. The frown etched on my face from the pain wouldn’t ease. This wasn’t right. It shouldn’t have progressed this quickly. This felt like late-stage. The next moment, I was suddenly lifted into the air. The jarring screech of a chair dragging across the floor made the whole class turn to look. I struggled, trying to get out of Porter’s arms, but I didn’t have enough strength and he held me even tighter. The tall, slender boy seemed to have endless energy. “Don’t move.” He seemed to see me like this for the first time: “I thought you were just a meek little mouse, always letting people walk all over you. Guess even the quiet ones snap sometimes.” As we walked, Porter sighed lightly: “How can you be so light?” Before we even reached the infirmary, Elton lunged forward, blocking our path, fuming. Elton’s anger surged, and he sneered coldly. “Harriet, are you serious right now? Class is about to start, and you’re out here on a date with a guy!” “Clearly, you have no upbringing at all. You’re nothing like Renata.” My heart suddenly twisted with a sharp pain. A wave of emotions, not entirely my own, surged through my chest, overwhelming me. It was always like this… No questions, just immediate blame. The pain intensified, and the taste of blood flooded my mouth. My eyes welled up with tears. I quickly ducked my head, refusing to acknowledge they were mine. Through his thin summer shirt. Porter seemed to feel the hot teardrops. His face was etched with confusion. He had a hot temper, and he said impatiently, “Who are you? Can’t you see she’s not feeling well? You just came up and started yelling? Go get some therapy if you’re sick, don’t throw a tantrum here!” He started to pull my face away, but then he looked down and saw the angry, bright red scald on my cheek. “Don’t scare me. We’ll be at the infirmary soon.” Even if only for a second, I saw Elton’s gaze sweep over me. He must have seen the blood at the corner of my mouth. His face instantly panicked. He wanted to follow, but Renata, who had caught up, pulled him back. “Third brother, why didn’t you wait for me! You ran so fast?” Elton turned to look at her displeased expression, pushing down the unease in his heart, and stayed where he was.

Porter jostling me made me feel even more nauseous. I pushed at him, struggling to speak. “Want… to throw up…” Porter only heard a weak mumble. “What did you sa—?” Before he could even finish asking, I wretched, spewing everything out. I hadn’t eaten anything all morning, so what came out was just acidic water mixed with blood from my stomach. I tried my best to avoid it, but it still got on Porter’s clothes. I gripped his shirt, weakly apologizing. Porter’s face darkened, but he gently laid me on the infirmary bed, letting the school nurse take over. He silently went out to get a mop and rag to clean up my vomit. The school nurse applied medicine to my face and put me on an IV drip of glucose. “Young lady, why are you throwing up blood? Do you have any medical history?” The school nurse advised me to go to the hospital for a thorough check-up, just for peace of mind. I thanked him and explained that it was just because I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I didn’t need a check-up; I already knew this body’s condition. I silently asked the System why this was happening. The System’s mechanical voice quietly responded. “Because the original owner’s consciousness is fading faster.” Meaning she wanted to leave this world faster, right? The System remained silent. I gave a knowing, bitter smile. Harriet. Her name, given by her grandma, held a hidden meaning: “to retain,” “to keep.” When Grandma Rose found the baby girl, still bundled in swaddling, she was stiff and purple, frozen in the bitter snow. Grandma Rose thought the original Harriet had already frozen to death, but then her tiny finger moved. Grandma Rose took the original Harriet home and named the little girl Harriet. Grandma Rose was a woman of deep faith. She always said that saving Harriet, retaining her, was fate’s decree, and her own heartfelt wish. At five years old, Grandma Rose passed away. The original Harriet was sent to an orphanage by the neighbors. Later, the Bernal family took her back and wanted to change Harriet’s name. But she stubbornly refused; it was the only thing her grandma had left her. But now, Harriet no longer wanted to follow fate’s decree. She just wanted to find the only person who had ever truly loved her: Grandma Rose… Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps it was because of the girl. My eyes welled up, and I stared blankly at the ceiling. We were two souls adrift, bound by the same tragic fate. No need for introductions; we understood each other instantly. In that moment. I wanted to hold that girl deep within my soul, tightly.     I noticed Porter was still there and quickly wiped my eyes. I pursed my lips. “Thank you for bringing me here.” In my past life, I faced too much malice and always fought alone. Now, facing Porter, who had helped me, I felt a little lost. And I’d just thrown up on him… Porter raised an eyebrow. “Then, as repayment, how about you get me breakfast every day?” I hesitated. I didn’t want to get too involved with anyone. Porter saw my worn, faded canvas shoes and quickly added, “My meal card’s yours. What? Your thanks aren’t just empty words, are they?” I sighed, helpless, and could only nod in agreement. After school, I planned to go to the hospital. My body’s condition would only worsen. I needed to get some painkillers. The original Harriet had a card; it was compensation given to her by Brian, the Bernal family heir, when she first returned. If ordinary painkillers worked, I wouldn’t even want to go to the hospital. Gastroenterology department. Dr. Todd was very young. Perhaps seeing that his patient was a young girl, he spoke softly, asking me where I felt unwell. For a moment, I actually felt like crying. Such concern was something I had never received in both my lives. I smiled at him. “Could you please prescribe me some morphine?” The doctor froze, unable to believe his ears. The young girl in front of him, barely old enough to be in school, was asking for morphine. I continued, “If not, then OxyContin, Fentanyl, just anything will do.” Dr. Todd choked, looking reproving. “What illness does this young lady have? Have you been checked? You can’t just take any medicine.” “I have stomach cancer, mid-stage,” I answered calmly and seriously. His expression instantly stiffened, and he even seemed agitated. “How is that possible? How old are you? Which hospital? Which quack diagnosed you?! Believe it or not, I’ll report them!” The doctor’s expression was a little amusing. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve already been checked. It’s just been hurting more and more recently. Could you please prescribe me some painkillers?” Dr. Todd looked at the girl’s genuine expression, and his heart sank. “Do your family know?” “You’re so young. Why aren’t you fighting for treatment?” I sighed. This was one reason I didn’t want to come to the hospital. I had to play the victim. “My family knows. It’s just… we don’t have the money at home, and I have several older brothers, so I won’t get treatment.” Dr. Todd looked like he wanted to say more but eventually said nothing. I left the hospital with my medication. Unaware that Porter had followed me the whole way.   Porter hid behind the door, feeling a chill run through him. After school, Porter had watched the girl wobble out of the school gate, worried she might faint halfway. After all, they’d shared a bond from half a year of him copying her homework. He inexplicably followed her. Unconsciously, he’d followed her to the hospital. He had planned to leave, but a strong emotion held him back. And then he overheard that the girl had stomach cancer. No wonder… she was coughing up blood. Porter felt a knot in his stomach, even wanting to slap himself. He had bullied the girl for half a year. He was a terrible person! But beyond that, a dense wave of heartache washed over him… When I got home, I intended to pack a few changes of clothes, preparing to move into the school dorms. But then I found my things had been moved. Mrs. Ward said, “Harriet, Mrs. Bernal gave you a new room.” “It’s on the same floor as Renata, the one on the far east side. She said it’s so you and Renata can bond better.” Mrs. Ward looked at me with pity. The Bernal family’s favoritism was truly boundless. Almost the entire third floor belonged to Renata, yet they’d given me only one room on the far east side. Ha. I felt a pathetic amusement on behalf of the original girl. Were they arranging this to warn me that my status in this family would never compare to Renata’s? But it didn’t matter anymore. I was moving into the dorms anyway, and in just another half a year or so, I wouldn’t be in this world anymore. The daily, agonizing pain told me so. The girl’s desire to break free from this family, and from this world, was incredibly strong.   At the dinner table. I informed Bernal and Laurel that I wanted to live at school. The family, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly fell silent. Laurel frowned. “Why do you suddenly want to live at school? Don’t you like the room your mother arranged for you today?” She suddenly remembered Mrs. Ward’s words from this morning: “Harriet and Renata’s rooms are quite different, I’m afraid Harriet might overthink it.” She then had a sudden realization, thinking Harriet had complained to Mrs. Ward, and said impatiently, “Don’t be so jealous. Renata’s room has been hers for sixteen years.” “You’ve only just moved in. Don’t compare everything to Renata. If you really want it, we can get an interior designer to renovate your room in a while.” Bernal’s face was even fouler. “Why aren’t you as sensible as Renata? What will people think if they find out that I, a prominent Bernal, let my daughter live at school? It’ll just be a joke.” Elton suddenly thought of the boy who had held me today and became annoyed, speaking without thinking. “Could it be for the convenience of flirting with some wild guy?”

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Everyone in Chicago said Dean Keynes was a cold-blooded monster. He kept a house full of venomous snakes—yet none were colder than he was. I married him only because our engagement had existed before the Doherty family went bankrupt. Over the years, he toyed with countless women. And I, his so-called wife, was left to deal with them. When I knelt to write checks to make them leave, those women would lift my chin with the tips of their high heels and sneer, “Mr. Keynes said you should kneel to send us off.” Every time, Dean would sit on the second floor, swirling a glass of red wine, watching with cold indifference. Then Sally came along—a factory girl from the countryside. One day, the hospital called. They’d finally found a kidney match for my sister. I called Dean in a panic. But it wasn’t him who answered. It was Sally’s delicate voice. “Miss Secretary? Mr. Keynes said my foot hurts. Could you bring me a Band-Aid?” That night, it was raining hard. I stood drenched outside the presidential suite, Band-Aid in hand. From inside came Dean’s languid voice. “Come in. Bring the Band-Aid.” A pause. “And the three boxes of condoms on the table.” I stood frozen, listening to the sounds of their intimacy. Then my phone rang. It was the hospital. The doctor’s voice was hesitant. “Madam Carol… your sister said something disrespectful to Miss Sally, and Mr. Keynes ordered the medical team removed…” “She… she pulled out her own dialysis tube…” The screen lit up with my sister’s final message. Sister, stop kneeling for me. —— I rushed to the hospital. The nurse looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry, Madam Carol. After your sister offended Miss Sally, the team was removed… we didn’t get to her in time.” I stood there, numb, my blood running cold. Another message arrived. It was from Dean. “Carol, this is just a small warning. If you want to save what’s left of your family, behave—and don’t upset Sally again.” Tears slipped silently down my face as I stared at the screen. When my family collapsed, everyone said I married him for money. No one knew I had loved Dean in silence for ten years. When I stood at the gates of the Keynes family holding our marriage certificate, I truly believed I could thaw the ice in his heart. I watched countless women come and go. I never cared. Because I thought it was all just a game. But Sally was different. She was never a game. After my sister’s cremation, I left the funeral home in a daze, her ashes in a small porcelain jar clutched to my chest. I returned home, took out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, and went straight to Dean’s company. When I opened the office door, I saw him holding Sally in his arms, kissing her as if no one else in the world existed. His face—always cold, always distant—was now tender, full of warmth I had never seen. In five years of marriage, he had never once embraced me. Sex was mechanical, wordless. When he was done, he turned away. No eye contact. No warmth. But now he cradled Sally like something sacred. She playfully hit his chest, and he smiled, brushing her hair from her face. Then he finally acknowledged me. “She’s on her period,” he said without even looking up. “Go buy her some sanitary pads.” I glanced down. Draped around Sally’s waist was Dean’s six-figure designer suit jacket. Suddenly, I remembered last month—how I had collapsed with a fever during my own period. I had weakly tugged on his sleeve, asking for help. He had shaken me off. “You’re uncomfortable? Go see a doctor.”

  When I returned with the shopping bag, Sally had already gone into the bathroom. I leaned against the wall outside the door, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind drifting. Suddenly, something wet and heavy slapped against my face. The sharp, metallic scent of blood flooded my nose. “Oh—sorry.” Her sweet voice drifted out from inside. “Sister Carol, could you help me wash my underwear?” She paused, then added with a smug lilt, “Mr. Keynes said my hands are for serving him. I’m not allowed to get them wet.” I didn’t say a word. I quietly washed the bloodied underwear with trembling fingers. Dean sat on the sofa nearby, a snake coiled leisurely around his hand, a glass of red wine in the other. He often looked like this—detached, elegant, dangerous. Like the cold-blooded creatures he kept, beautiful and heartless. I approached, placing the divorce papers in front of him. “Sign it.” He didn’t even glance at me at first. I studied his profile, that sharp jawline, those emotionless eyes. I suddenly remembered the first time I heard about his past. Back then, a kidnapping had left his brother dead and him abandoned in the dark. I thought… foolishly, that I could warm his soul. He looked up, sarcasm flickering in his eyes. “So impatient?” He sneered. “Fine. The medical team can return.” Then he pointed lazily toward Sally, who was curled on the couch like a fragile porcelain doll. “But first, apologize to Sally.” Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. “Miss Sally,” I said quietly, “I’m sorry. My sister was wrong to say what she did.” Dean’s brows furrowed. He’d seen me kneel before, but never like this. There was no humiliation in my voice, no resentment in my expression. Just calm, jarring indifference. And that unsettled him. Sally’s eyes reddened immediately. She wiped at imaginary tears. “Your sister said I was a homewrecker.” Her voice trembled. “But the truth is you’re just old and can’t keep Mr. Keynes’s heart.” She turned to him, her voice pitiful and aggrieved. “Is it because I’m a factory girl? That I don’t deserve to be respected?” His expression softened instantly. He gently wiped away her tears. “Don’t say that. You saved me during that mudslide. You’re not like the rest.” Then he coaxed, “Little fool, tell me. What do you want to forgive them?” Sally lifted her chin. Her eyes gleamed with cruelty. “I want her to crawl into Bruno’s doghouse and sleep there tonight.” Bruno, Dean’s German Shepherd, lived in a kennel in the living room. I stood frozen. My chest tightened. In the past, I had endured humiliation from other women. But this… this was different. I looked at Dean instinctively, hoping—perhaps foolishly—that he would show a flicker of hesitation. But he didn’t. “Do as Sally says.” He sipped his wine as if discussing the weather. “If she’s satisfied, I’ll call the medical team back tomorrow.” My nails dug into my palms as I fought back the heat rising in my eyes. “If I sleep there for one night… will you sign the divorce papers?” He smiled coldly. “Of course. As long as Sally is happy.” My head dipped. My voice was barely above a whisper. “Okay.” Gasps echoed from the watching servants as I dropped to my knees and began crawling toward the kennel. Bruno snarled, teeth bared, and I curled up in the corner of his doghouse, trembling. Upstairs, laughter and moans echoed through the floorboards—unbearable, endless. I bit my lip so hard it bled. Just one more night, I told myself. One more night and I’ll finally be free. The wind outside was sharp and merciless. Curled up in that filthy space, drifting between wakefulness and fevered dreams, I lost track of time. By morning, when a servant opened the kennel, I was already burning with fever. My vision darkened. “Where’s Mr. Keynes?” I croaked. My voice barely sounded human. The servant looked away, speaking in a hushed tone. “He left early to celebrate Miss Sally’s birthday.”

I forced myself to the banquet hall, fevered and swaying with every step—just in time to see Dean fastening a diamond necklace around Sally’s neck. The look in his eyes… I’d never seen it before. Soft. Tender. “Sally,” he said gently, “meeting you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” My heart clenched. Then Sally spotted me. Her voice rang out, deliberately loud. “Sister Carol! Today’s my birthday, and that necklace you’re wearing—how special! Give it to me as a gift, okay?” I stiffened. The wooden necklace around my neck was the last thing my sister ever made for me. Her final gift. “Give it to her.” Dean didn’t even look up from his wine. I bit back the pain, forcing a hollow smile. I unclasped the necklace, placed it into Sally’s hand, then reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce agreement. Without a word, Dean signed it. “Fine,” he said coldly. “Go find Assistant Mike. He’ll arrange a new medical team for you.” Then he turned to Sally and pulled her into his arms. Just as I was about to leave, Sally grabbed my wrist. Her expression shifted to mock concern. “Oh no, Sister Carol, your hand is burning up. Let me get you some antipyretics.” She gripped me tighter. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak. Then she leaned in close and whispered, her voice dripping with poison. “By the way… what do you think Bruno would like for a treat today?” Before I could react, she pulled a small porcelain jar from her coat pocket—the one I knew too well. My sister’s ashes. “Give it back!” My voice cracked as I lunged toward her. But she let go on purpose. The jar hit the ground with a sharp crack, shattering. The ashes scattered across the floor. Bruno came bounding over, tail wagging. He sniffed the mess—and began to lick. “No!” I screamed, falling to my knees. “Stop! Please!” Sally stood above me, smiling as if she were watching a performance. “Mr. Keynes only has me in his heart,” she said sweetly. “Why do you keep embarrassing yourself?” Then she tossed the wooden necklace into a nearby trash bin. “You and your short-lived sister? You both deserved it.” “Shut up!” I slapped her across the face. “Don’t you dare talk about my sister!” She held her cheek, then smirked. “Why not? She’s dead. Isn’t it fitting her ashes fed a dog?” I raised my hand again—but it never landed. Dean caught my wrist midair. His face was a mask of fury. “Carol,” he said darkly, “are you looking for death?” Sally immediately turned on the waterworks. “She called me a country girl. Said I was no better than a chicken. Said I didn’t deserve to stay in the Keynes family…” At a glance from him, two bodyguards rushed forward and forced me to my knees. “Hit her,” he said coldly. Sally hesitated for show. “Isn’t that… a bit too much?” But Dean took her hand himself and swung it hard across my face. The slap rang out, sharp and final. My skin stung, my mouth filled with the taste of blood. My face went numb on one side. I lifted my head, dazed. And I looked at the man I had loved for over a decade. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was gently cradling Sally’s hand, rubbing it like something precious. “Did that hurt, sweetheart?” he asked softly. That’s when I finally woke up. To him, I wasn’t even worth the attention he gave a dog. Dean looked at me again, frowning. “I think I’ll take back the medical team—” But before he could finish, I let out a bitter laugh. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks. “There’s no need,” I said hoarsely. “My sister died long ago. Her ashes are gone now, too.” He stared at me, briefly speechless. Then he turned away—cold, unmoved—his arm around Sally as they walked off together like nothing had happened. I dragged myself back to the villa, every step heavier than the last. I began packing what little I had. Five years in this place, and nothing truly belonged to me. The wardrobe was filled with dark dresses—his favorite. He hated bright colors. So I never wore them.   I never dared to keep anything with almonds in the kitchen—just the faintest trace could trigger his allergies. Every year before Memorial Day, I would travel to Napa Valley myself, just to bring back the freshest premium green tea. I remember the time he became obsessed with racing. I secretly enrolled in driving courses, passed the test, and earned a license—thinking I could surprise him. But when I told him, smiling with excitement, he only gave me a cold glance. “Don’t touch my car.” Five years of marriage. All I had left was a marriage certificate. No photos. No shared memories. Even our fights were one-sided—I argued in silence, and he never bothered replying. At dawn, the door slammed open. Dean burst in, face twisted with fury. He stormed up to me and wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Where’s Sally?” I gasped, clawing at his hand. “I don’t know…” “Still lying?” His grip tightened, cutting off my breath. “She disappeared this morning after getting an anonymous message. Who else but you would want to hurt her?” “I really don’t know,” I choked out, shaking my head. His eyes darkened. He motioned to the bodyguards. Before I could react, they dragged me out to the pool and threw me in. The icy water slammed into my body, stealing the air from my lungs. I struggled to surface, coughing— Only to feel Dean’s hand push my head under again. “I’ll ask one last time,” he said above me. “Where is she?” Water surged into my nose, my throat, my lungs. The world spun, and my vision began to blacken. Somewhere, through the growing numbness, I heard his voice: “You really won’t cry until you see the coffin, will you?” — When I came to, bright white lights stabbed into my eyes. I was tied to an iron chair, wrists bound, my body aching. Across from me sat Dean, his once-familiar gaze now filled with cold, murderous rage. Sally curled in his lap, sobbing dramatically. “Mr. Keynes… If you hadn’t arrived when you did… I… I would’ve been…” She let the words trail off, her shoulders shaking in practiced tremors. I turned my neck, muscles stiff, and saw more than a dozen men kneeling on the ground. Faces bloodied. Begging. Dean didn’t spare them a glance. He crossed his legs slowly, voice sharp as frost. “Carol, I underestimated you. Even this kind of despicable trick… all to win sympathy?” I opened my mouth to explain— But in that instant, he lifted his hand. A flick of his wrist. The venomous snake he had raised for years slithered free— And lunged at me. Its fangs sank deep into my arm. Agony exploded through me like fire, spreading fast, relentless. My vision blurred. My body trembled uncontrollably. “When you wake up,” he said, standing up with Sally in his arms, “come back to me—on your knees.” The warehouse door slammed shut behind him. Silence. Then low, cruel laughter echoed from the bloodied men on the floor. The one in front spat out blood, his smile turning savage. “Dean dares to mess with us? We’ll make him pay—through his woman.” Panic surged, but the venom had already paralyzed my limbs. I thrashed in my restraints as their footsteps closed in. Rough hands tore at my collar— And the world went dark. — When I woke again, everything was quiet. Too quiet. Pain wracked every inch of my body. My ribs felt shattered, my skin torn open. I coughed, and blood spilled from my lips. My fingers twitched weakly, every movement screaming. Memories flickered like a dying reel of film— My sister’s gentle smile. The way my heart once raced when I first saw Dean. Those nights spent listening to him and others from behind a locked door… And then— The iron door creaked open. A figure stood in the doorway, tall and backlit by blinding white light. His face was shadowed, but the silhouette was firm, unmoving. I didn’t know who he was. But he wasn’t Dean. With the last shred of strength left in my body, I raised my bloodstained hand, trembling. “Help… me…” When he looked up, I froze.

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The prince was searching the entire city for the girl who lost a glass slipper. My stepsister stole my shoe, claiming she was the one who danced with the prince last night. She didn’t know that the prince had killed someone that night. And I was the only witness. ***** “Sister, please, give me back my shoe.” I clung to Emma’s leg, begging desperately. Emma grabbed my hair and spat in my face viciously. “Pfft, you filthy wretch! How dare you covet His Royal Highness? Go back to the attic where you belong, that’s your rightful place.” Madame Franklin and Julia each grabbed one of my arms, pushing me towards the attic. I struggled fiercely, trying to lunge for the glass slipper. “You can’t take it out! You really can’t!” A few days ago, I suddenly found myself in a twisted version of the fairy tale, becoming Cinderella. At first, I thought, how bad could a fairy tale world be? Until I saw the prince slice open the Chancellor’s belly with his sword. After the murder, he stood calmly, using his long blade to lift up a section of the Chancellor’s intestines, admiring it in the moonlight. “Ah, how beautiful.” The bright red intestines dripped blood, and the prince’s eyes gleamed with an eerie, bloodthirsty light. I hid in the bushes, tightly covering my mouth, my whole body shaking uncontrollably with fear. I must have been shaking too hard because the prince suddenly turned his head in my direction, his gaze sharp and piercing like a hawk’s. “Who’s there? Come out!” I gasped, picked up my skirts, and ran. The prince chased after me, sword in hand. The palace was magnificent, with expensive crystal chandeliers hanging from the pillars on both sides, illuminating everything clearly. The prince laughed softly behind me. “Oh, it’s the beautiful girl who danced with me tonight—” His tone was sinister. I turned my head to look; the prince’s face was twisted with malice, his long sword still dripping blood, leaving a trail behind him. I was terrified, running faster than I ever had before. But the white jade steps at the palace gate were too long, and no matter how careful I was, I still lost one glass slipper. I knew he wouldn’t let me go. Sure enough, the next day, news of the Chancellor’s death spread throughout the country. The king was furious and ordered the guards to catch the real culprit. Along with the obituary, another piece of news spread across the country: the prince was looking for love. The prince had fallen in love at first sight with a beautiful girl at the ball. He announced that whoever could wear the glass slipper left behind by the girl would be the next princess. All the women in the city went crazy. Emma and Julia started dressing up early in the morning, soaking their feet in milk, praying for this lucky glory to fall upon them. It wasn’t until Emma came to my room to look for jewelry that she accidentally found the other glass slipper.   “You filthy wretch, how dare you sneak off to the ball behind our backs! If you’re so desperate for a man, we’ll marry you off to a stable boy tomorrow!” Madame Franklin grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face several times. Emma clutched the glass slipper to her chest and kicked me hard in the stomach. The attic door opened, and I fell down. Emma giggled. “Thinking you could be a princess? You should look in a mirror first. “Stay here like a good girl. If you make a sound, you’re dead.” With a loud bang, the attic door was locked. I pounded on the door above my head, my face filled with despair. This is bad. If they take out this shoe, the prince will surely know I’m here. He’ll kill me! Soon, I heard Madame Franklin’s fawning voice from above. “Oh my, Lord Roderick, why have you come personally— “No need to try it on, this shoe belongs to our Emma. Emma, show the other shoe to Lord Roderick.” Lord Roderick’s face was stern as he held a fine velvet cushion with a sparkling glass slipper on top. “Everyone must try it on. Oh—indeed, they make a pair. Noble lady, please come with me to the palace so the prince can see for himself.” The other maids and guards all offered their congratulations. Emma excitedly hugged Julia and spun around. Soon, a flurry of footsteps gradually faded away, and silence fell once again overhead. I slumped to the ground, my face filled with despair. My sister’s foot was bigger than mine. Once they entered the palace and the prince discovered she couldn’t wear the shoe, he would soon come to my house. I had to escape before that happened. But the attic door was locked, and there wasn’t even a window. I had no way to escape. There were many tools in the attic. I found a hammer and started chipping away at the wall. After an hour, I had only managed to scrape off a thin layer of plaster. Covered in sweat, I angrily smashed the hammer against the wall a couple of times before throwing it to the ground. A mouse in the corner was startled and scurried to the other side, squeaking. Looking at that mouse, my eyes lit up as an idea suddenly came to me.

  In my impression, Cinderella was always mistreated by her stepmother and forced to do chores. Whenever the housework became too overwhelming, she would start singing, and then many birds and small animals would come out to help her. This was a special ability of Disney princesses. Now that I had become Cinderella, shouldn’t I have this ability too? I cleared my throat. “Ooooh ooooh ooooh~ Aaaah aaaah~” No response. Maybe I was doing it wrong. I continued singing. “Eeee eeee eeee~ Oooo oooo~” I sang repeatedly for half an hour, until my throat was dry, but I didn’t give up. Finally, that mouse crept out from the corner again. I was delighted and crouched down to look at it. “Are you here to help me?” The mouse squeaked, its limbs twitching, and fell to the ground. Me: “…” I sat on the ground hugging my knees. Just as I was at a loss, I heard chaotic footsteps from above and Madame Franklin’s shrill voice. “Oh my, Prince Henry, you’ve come personally! Heavens!” I looked up through the cracks in the wooden floor. The prince still carried that long sword from last night. He smiled and gestured for his attendant to press Emma onto a chair. “Beautiful Lady Emma, is this pair of glass slippers yours?” Emma’s face turned red, and she nodded shyly. The attendant tried to put the shoe on Emma’s foot, but her foot was too wide and wouldn’t fit no matter how they tried. Emma became anxious. “I… I’m a bit swollen today.” “Is that so? But you must wear the shoe to become my princess.” The prince’s expression was cold. Hearing this, Emma desperately tried to squeeze her foot into the shoe, her instep turning red from the effort. The prince laughed coldly and raised his sword. “Let me help you—” The prince’s blade fell, cutting off half of Emma’s foot. She screamed and rolled on the ground, clutching her leg.   Everyone was terrified, but the prince acted as if nothing had happened and calmly turned to look at Julia. “Beautiful lady, is this pair of shoes yours?” Julia’s face was pale, but unable to suppress her desire to become a princess, she still nodded. This time, the prince cut off her heel. Blood sprayed everywhere, dripping through the cracks in the wooden floor. I was terrified, looking around frantically but finding nowhere to hide. Madame Franklin screamed and went to embrace her two daughters. The prince put his sword to her throat. “Are there any other daughters in your house?” Madame Franklin’s lips trembled. “No, no more…” Despite their severe injuries, both sisters gritted their teeth and insisted there was no one else in the house. The resolve of the mother and daughters to prevent me from becoming princess was unexpectedly strong. Thank you all. “What about young maids? None of those either?” Madame Franklin continued shaking her head. The prince laughed and sat down in a chair, using a clean white cloth to wipe his long sword. “Well, isn’t that interesting!” The prince waved his hand, and his attendants scattered to search the house. Soon, Lord Roderick ran to the prince’s side. “Your Highness, the attic door is locked.” The prince looked at Madame Franklin. “This is your last chance to live. Open the door.” The prince’s eyes were sharp, his tense jawline showing that his patience had reached its limit. Seeing Madame Franklin standing still, Lord Roderick drew his sword. “Kill her. You all, go break down the door.” Only then did Madame Franklin react, screaming and crawling towards the attic door. “I’ll open it, I’ll open it, don’t kill me—” The sound of keys and chains clashing rang out, and the attic door was forcefully pulled open. A beam of light shone diagonally into the attic. In the dusty beam of light, the prince stood before me with a wicked smile. “Ha, found you.”

  The next moment, the smile froze on the prince’s face. My face was covered in ash, my eyes were crossed, and I asked him with a toothy grin: “Who ya lookin’ for, mister?” Prince: “…” The prince took a big step back in disgust. “Who are you?” “I’m the maid, Cinderella. Ain’t you a handsome fella, hee hee hee—” I reached out to touch the prince’s face. He frowned and swatted my hand away. “Someone, bring her up.” Two guards jumped down into the attic and hauled me up. Thanks to my stepmother’s mistreatment, I was wearing old clothes patched all over, my hair was full of straw, and my face had several red handprints, which indeed matched the image of a maid. Lord Roderick looked disappointed. “Your Highness, this girl doesn’t seem to be the one.” I had just breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the prince coldly order: “Put the shoe on her.” Damn it, he still suspects me. Where’s the basic trust and respect between people? I was pressed into a chair by several guards. Lord Roderick knelt on one knee, holding up the glass slipper. As soon as he lifted my long skirt, Roderick turned his head away in disgust. My feet were pitch black, covered in ash, with my five toes spread wide like sea anemones. The prince laughed coldly. “What happened to your feet?” I smiled ingratiatingly: “My toes are deformed, they’ve been like this since I was little.” “Is that so?” The prince paused for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched my calf hard. “Ah—” I screamed in pain, and my toes instinctively curled up. The prince sneered. “Look, all better now.” “Thank you, you’re so kind.” I wanted to cry but had no tears left as I watched Roderick stuff my foot into the glass slipper.   Of course, it fit perfectly—not too big, not too small, not too long, not too short. The glass slipper on my pitch-black foot looked as if it had been custom-made for me. Roderick looked awkwardly at the prince. “Your Highness, are you sure this girl is the one you’re looking for?” The two sisters, who had been rolling on the ground clutching their legs, hurriedly crawled over and said in unison: “There must be a mistake, she didn’t go out last night!” Madame Franklin nodded along. “Yes, this is my maid. I locked her in the attic last night; she couldn’t possibly have attended the ball. Your Highness, she absolutely cannot be the girl you’re looking for.” The prince stared at Madame Franklin for a while, then curled his lips into a smile. “Liars must swallow a thousand needles. “Roderick, bring out that box of needles.” What kind of psychopath carries around boxes of needles? Watching Roderick stuff silver needles as long as a pinky finger into Madame Franklin’s mouth, I was so scared my legs went weak. Amidst the wailing of the mother and daughters, I was escorted onto a carriage by the guards. As the wheels rolled, two guards watched me vigilantly from the side. I couldn’t find any chance to escape. Soon, the majestic palace appeared before my eyes. “My dear Henry, have you found your beloved girl?” Queen Eleanor came out to greet us enthusiastically. Seeing my ash-covered face, the queen paused, a flash of horror crossing her eyes. “This is—” “Someone, take her away to clean up.” The prince acted as if he hadn’t seen the queen and ordered the people beside him. The queen circled around the prince, asking if his journey had been tiring and chattering endlessly. The prince coldly waved her away, turned to Roderick, and instructed: “Clean her up and bring her to see me.”

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  Eight months pregnant, I went to Rex’s office to deliver some documents. The temperature inside was scorching 46°C. Just as I reached to turn on the air conditioner, his secretary stopped me. “Ma’am,” she said sweetly, “I’m on my period. I get cold easily—please don’t turn it on.” I glanced sideways at her. My baby was growing inside me, and the heat could cause a heatstroke. Without saying a word, I turned the AC on anyway. That evening, Rex came back from a business dinner and burst through the door, already furious. “Janice, Julie is on her period! Do you even realize those 38 minutes and 19 seconds of cold air sent her to the ICU with severe cramps?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Rex, are you mocking me just because I don’t have a period? I’m eight months pregnant! And if I get heatstroke, that’s not just discomfort—it could be fatal! Are you drunk?” He curled his lips into a mocking smile and nodded. “You’re right. That was foolish of me.” That night, he comforted me as usual, whispering sweet nothings until I drifted off to sleep. But when I woke up, I was no longer in my bed. I was in a walk-in freezer—surrounded by walls of glass on all sides. Outside the glass, a group of second-generation elites laughed and pointed at me. Rex stood among them, his arm was wrapped around Julie’s slender waist. They looked at me and chuckled. “Afraid of heatstroke?” he sneered. “Then let’s cool you down properly tonight.” My heart sank. Calmly, I pulled out my phone and snapped photos of everyone outside. Then, I dialed a number. “Dad,” I said coldly, “I don’t want any of these people to see the sunrise tomorrow.” —— There was silence. Then I hung up. The laughter around me exploded. “Janice, your dad was thrown into the open sea and was fed to sharks six months ago. Have you frozen your brain? Or were you always this stupid?” “Still pretending to be the Newton family’s heiress? Even in your wildest dreams, you wouldn’t dare imagine that anymore.” Rex watched proudly as his cronies mocked me. He took off his fur coat and draped it gently over Julie’s shoulders, then walked slowly toward the freezer. He tapped on the glass with his index finger and smiled coldly. “Janice, are you cold now? Do you realize your mistake?” The red thermometer outside reads -50°C. I was shivering from the cold, still dressed in the thin pajamas I’d worn to bed the night before. My skin, where it touched the icy ground, had turned blue and numb. The cold pierced like knives. Shivering violently, I stumbled to the glass wall and slammed a fist against it. “Rex, what did I do wrong?! It was 46°C inside—I just turned on the air conditioner! Pregnant women are more vulnerable to heat. If I had collapsed, it would’ve been two lives lost!” Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted through my abdomen. I clutched my belly and crouched down, eyes bloodshot as I glared at him. “Rex, let me out! You know exactly how much I’ve suffered to carry this child. I cannot lose him!” A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes. He, of all people, knew the pain I’d gone through. An accident years ago left Rex infertile. For eight years, I endured thousands of hormone injections the length of my forearm just to extract viable eggs. Only after all those years had we finally conceived. Eight months of careful bed rest. I had done everything to protect this baby. I still remember how furious he was once when a servant brought me brown sugar water that wasn’t warm enough, he broke her arm. But now, for Julie’s period, he didn’t hesitate to lock me in a freezer. My chest tightened with bitter despair. Just as I opened my mouth to speak again, Julie pulled off the fur coat Rex had just given her and clung to his arm with tears brimming in her eyes. “Rex, let your wife out,” she said softly. “She’s delicate and frail. She won’t survive this… Unlike me—I’m just a poor girl who’s used to hardship. I’ve fainted in freezing rooms before, and I didn’t even dare complain…”

Fainted from the cold? All I did was turn on the air conditioner for thirty minutes. When I left Rex’s office, Julie was still smiling, making plans with her girlfriends to hit the bar that evening. I opened my mouth to explain—but Rex’s expression became indifferent in an instant. His voice dropped several degrees colder. “Someone get in there and strip off her coat! Isn’t she supposed to be delicate and pampered? Then let her experience how kids from poor families suffer!” He bent down to pick up the fur coat. With a gentle touch, he draped it over Julie’s shoulders and glanced at me with icy contempt. “You can come out when you finally realize your mistake. The doctor said our son is perfectly healthy. Don’t think you can use that baby as an excuse to escape punishment.” With that, he swept Julie into his arms. His voice softened, dripping with tenderness. “Julie, you’re on your period—your feet must stay warm. Just stay in my arms. Let’s see who dares complain now.” As soon as he sat down with her in his lap, a group of men walked toward me with cruel smiles. I shrank into the corner, clutching my thin nightgown tightly. But no amount of resistance could match the strength of several men. Seconds later, the thin fabric was torn into two. In an instant, a rush of cold air pierced through my skin, seeping into every pore. Laughing excitedly, they stripped the rest of my gown. When they walked out, they laughed with Rex as if they’d just come from a game. “Damn, Rex, you really know how to enjoy life. Your wife’s figure is incredible—she’s not shy at all!” “Thanks for letting us take such good care of her!” I was left wearing only my undergarments, curled up on the freezing ground. The warmth of my skin clashed with the ice beneath me, tearing at my flesh with every move. Blistering pain pierced through me—raw skin ripped open, blood slowly seeping out. Bright red against the glowing white of the freezer floor. Rex noticed it. He gently set Julie down and stepped forward, eyes locked on the growing bloodstain trailing toward his feet. Before he could speak, Julie rushed over and pressed her hand against the glass, trembling as she saw the blood. “Please, Janice… just admit you were wrong,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “There are so many of Rex’s friends watching… if you don’t, he won’t be able to let you off easily.” I stared daggers at her. “Why should I apologize? I saw how comfortable you were under the AC that day. You even made plans with your girlfriends to go out—” Rex’s gaze flicked toward Julie—there was a flash of doubt in his eyes. But before I could finish, Julie slapped herself across the face with a loud smack, then dropped to her knees with a dramatic thud. Grabbing Rex’s hand, she sobbed, “Rex, I just can’t bear to watch her suffer like this… If she still won’t admit her mistake, then I’ll kneel here outside with her!” The moment Julie knelt down, all traces of suspicion vanished from Rex’s eyes. He bent quickly to lift her up, his face twisted in disgust as he turned back to me. “Janice, you’ve really been spoiled rotten. Julie has always endured your arrogance in silence. Now you’re clearly in the wrong, yet she’s still worried about saving face for me—and she’s willing to suffer for you!” “You don’t deserve her compassion.” “Tonight, I’m going to crush that pampered temper of yours. If you don’t admit you were wrong, don’t even think about coming out!” He turned and gestured to the men behind him. “Bring in more ice blocks. Surround her with them. Pour water over her too—I want her frozen to the very walls!” He hadn’t even finished speaking when…

  Just then, a girl tugged nervously at Rex’s sleeve. “Rex, pouring water over ice will make it stick to skin like glue,” she said timidly. “If she moves even a little, her flesh will tear. She’s due any day now—something terrible could happen…” His hand, mid-gesture, paused in the air. He hesitated. But before the moment could shift, a soft, pitiful voice came from behind him. “Rex… let it go. My time in the ICU wasn’t as unbearable as you imagine…” Julie’s words instantly turned his hesitation to stone. His gaze darkened. The hand he had paused slowly lowered as his voice turned cold again. “Do exactly as I said.” The young girl opened her mouth to protest again, but Rex waved her off. “What she’s going through is nothing compared to what Julie suffered. I already have an ambulance waiting outside—what could possibly go wrong?” With that, she fell silent. Now emboldened by Rex’s command, the men returned to the freezer—this time, carrying even more blocks of ice. One of them grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me upright. They surrounded me with slabs of ice, building a wall around my body. Then, a basin of icy water was dumped over my head. The next second, my skin adhered to the ice like glue—bonded by freezing water. Each breath burned my throat. Each pore pulled tight with searing pain as the cold seeped into my bones. I glanced at the clock. I’d been trapped in the freezer for over five hours. My limbs had turned dark purple from the cold. To shield my unborn child, I tried to shift my body slightly—to find a posture where my stomach might retain some warmth. But every tiny movement ripped more of my flesh from the ice. The baby’s movements inside me had grown faint. Alarmingly faint. I gritted my teeth, ignoring the raw pain as chunks of skin tore away. Slowly, I maneuvered my body to shield my belly as best I could. Bright red blood began to smear across the crystal-clear ice. By the time I managed to reposition myself, the once-clear ice around me was stained a ghastly crimson. The laughter outside died. Even the jeering men, who had earlier mocked me, fell silent at the sight. Through the blur of blood and frost, I glared at Rex and screamed hoarsely, “Rex! If anything—anything—happens to this baby, then you, his biological father, are his murderers! I swear I’ll pray day and night to his spirit—so that you never know peace!” His expression wavered. The steel in his eyes faltered as he stepped closer, peering through the blood-fogged glass. Then a shout rang out behind him. “Rex! My dad just said—there’s a plane on the Newton family’s private air route!” Rex’s face drained of color. His expression twisted with panic and fury. He pounded his fist against the glass, roaring at me. “Janice! What the hell is this?! You think you can scare me with your Newton family name forever?!” Before I could answer, Julie rushed to his side, gently rubbing his back and shooting me a look that combined hurt with quiet blame. “Janice, if you won’t admit your mistake, that’s fine. But why must you torture Rex like this?” she said, tears glimmering in her eyes. “You know how much suffering he endured back when Mr. Newton was alive. Now he’s gone, and the Newton family’s wealth has long been sold off. What’s the point of staging this farce?” Then she gently tugged Rex’s hand, her voice like a breeze as she added, “Let it go, Rex. Let her out. If something really happens to the baby, we’ll be the ones blamed. It’s not like she ever cared about us lowly nobodies anyway.” Her words didn’t soothe him—they only fanned the flames. His eyes lit with renewed rage. He spat out a curse, then snapped toward his men with a roar. “Turn the freezer down to negative 100 degrees! Do it—now! ”   Seeing Rex explode with rage, the people behind him didn’t dare utter another word. They silently turned the freezer’s temperature down to negative 100 degrees. In an instant, a wave of bone-chilling wind blasted through the air vents, hitting me like knives made of frost. The cold robbed me of speech—my teeth chattered uncontrollably, and I couldn’t form a complete sentence. Then, through the haze of numbness, a sharp, tearing pain erupted from my lower abdomen. I forced my heavy head downward—and froze. A stream of bright red blood was flowing from between my legs, winding like a small creek across the icy ground. In the deathly cold, it steamed against the frost, creating a crimson mist. The blood melted the ice around me, seeping through the cracks in the floor. That’s when it hit me. I knew what was happening. Clutching my belly, I screamed hoarsely toward the glass. “Rex! Let me out! The baby…. Save our baby!” He was still fuming with fury, but the moment he saw the blood—the same blood now melting ice and flowing to his feet—his face drained of all colors. Panic replaced the cruelty in his eyes. He grabbed the man beside him, shouting frantically, “Hurry! Get the freezer key! Didn’t we check with the doctor before locking her in? How the hell did this happen?!” The man handed him the key. But Rex’s hands were trembling so hard that he couldn’t even hold on to it. The key fell—right at Julie’s feet. He immediately turned and gripped her arm tightly. “Julie! Quick, unlock the door! Let Janice out now—hurry!” Startled by his outburst, Julie fumbled to her feet, not even bothering to put her shoes on. She rushed toward the freezer door, casting a glance back at Rex. Then, with her back to him, she slid the key into the lock. In that instant, I caught a flash of something sinister in her eyes—a look of triumph, malice, and cruelty. And then—crack! A sharp sound echoed through the air. Julie turned back around and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Rex, crying out, “Rex—the key.. it snapped!” His face turned ghostly pale. He stumbled forward, grabbed the broken key and demanded, “What do you mean it snapped?! How could it break? Call someone—get a locksmith now!” By now, the blood had spread across nearly the entire freezer floor, glistening warmly against the icy white. I was groaning in agony, unable to contain the pain. But Julie knelt there with crocodile tears in her eyes, voice trembling with false concern. “Rex, she hasn’t admitted her mistake yet… You said it yourself, this was a chance to humble her—everyone here is watching…” “And what about what I went through in the ICU? Are you really just going to let that go? You promised me you’d give me justice.” Rex hesitated. He waved off the man who had gone to fetch another key. Then he turned back toward the glass, slapping the freezer door repeatedly as he called to me—this time, his voice filled with desperation and pleading. “Janice, please. Just admit you were wrong. For the baby, alright?” “Just say it. Say you’re sorry, and I’ll open the door. You don’t want anything to happen to our child either, do you? I’m begging you, Janice—just be a little softer, okay?” The blood loss was making my vision blur. My body collapsed into the pool of blood, and with a trembling voice I whispered toward the figure outside, “Rex… let me out… If you don’t, my father will kill you…” Julie’s eyes glinted with a savage smile—but her voice remained drenched in that same fake innocence. “Janice… are you really that confused? Mr. Newton died half a year ago. The Newton family collapsed months ago! Just admit you were wrong already—no one can save you now!” Laughter and jeers erupted outside the freezer. “Still dreaming, huh? Gonna have your dad kill Rex? Miss Newton, your old man’s probably rotting in hell—if anything, he’s the one getting killed all over again!” They laughed mockingly while tugging at Rex’s sleeve. “Rex, this woman clearly hasn’t learned her lesson! She’s just faking it. The kid is probably fine—let her rot in there a while longer!” “Exactly, Rex! She bullied Julie so badly—you can’t let her off easily!” The cold storage was already slick with blood. They couldn’t see it, but I could feel it—the faint fluttering inside my belly was growing weaker and weaker. I started to wail uncontrollably, screaming in agony. Rex paced restlessly outside the door. When he glanced back at me again, there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes. “Janice, stop hoping your father is going to come rescue you again. He’s really dead. Just admit you were wrong, okay? Just say the words—I was wrong—and I’ll let you out!” “My dear wife, give it up. Your father won’t be coming to save you this time!” The moment his words fell, the door to the room was kicked open with a loud bang. A squad of fully armed mercenaries stormed in. A deep, commanding voice rang out from beyond the door— “Who said her father wouldn’t come save her?”

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