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I spent seven years helping Victoria build her empire from nothing. Everyone in our circle knew that the passenger seat of her car was a sacred space, reserved only for her future husband. She used to tell me, “My father loved that seat more than anything before he passed. I can’t stand the thought of another man tarnishng it.” That single sentence was the anchor that kept me grounded through seven years of hardship, convinced that I simply wasn’t worthy of that seat yet. I was the man who stayed in the shadows, the one who ate ramen in a drafty garage so she could afford her first office lease. Until that Tuesday. I watched from the curb as Tyler, the new intern, gave her a playful, pouty look. Without a second thought, Victoria held the door open for him. She didn’t just let him in; she leaned over, carefully adjusting the seat distance to make sure he was comfortable. Tyler sat there, glowing with a smug sense of belonging, while he clicked his seatbelt into place. My colleagues, standing nearby, went dead silent. Their eyes darted between the car and me—the man who had been pushed to the periphery of his own life. In that moment, the fog lifted. It wasn’t about her father’s memory or some sacred tradition. It was a barricade she’d built specifically to keep me out. It was a polite way of saying I was good enough to build the house, but never good enough to live in it. Suddenly, the weight in my chest vanished. The seat didn’t seem so special anymore. And neither did she. … Tyler slid the seat back, his fingers brushing against the tin of peppermints I’d tucked into the glove box for Victoria. “Oh, mints! My favorite,” he chirped, popping one into his mouth. He turned to Victoria with a grin. “How did you know these were exactly what I liked, Victoria?” Victoria glanced at him, a soft, indulgent smile playing on her lips. “If you like them, take the whole tin.” My stomach did a slow roll. Those weren’t just mints. They were a specific organic brand that had been discontinued in most stores; I’d spent three hours over the weekend tracking them down because Victoria liked the way they settled her nerves before a pitch. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words died in my throat. What was the point? By the time we reached the office, my phone buzzed. Someone in the company group chat had posted a candid photo of the car. You could see Tyler leaning toward Victoria, looking at her like she was the sun. The caption read: “Hard to guess who the real Mr. Boss is around here, isn’t it? ;)” A string of laughing emojis followed. Nobody tagged me, but I knew they were all watching for my reaction. I locked my screen, took a jagged breath, and grabbed my bag. That afternoon, I walked into HR and placed my resignation on the desk. The HR director’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Jamie? You have three core accounts in the middle of closing. If you walk, who’s going to handle the handoff?” “I’ve prepared a full transition packet,” I said, sliding a thumb drive across the mahogany desk. “Everything is mapped out. I’m gone in three days.” News traveled fast. Before the end of the day, Victoria summoned me to her office. She was leaning back in her leather chair, loosening her silk tie, her eyes tracing me with a mix of irritation and disbelief. “All this over a car seat, Jamie? Really? Isn’t that a bit beneath you?” I stood in front of her desk, refusing to take the seat she hadn’t offered. “It’s not about the seat, Victoria.” “Then what is it?” She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “You’ve been with me for seven years. We started this in a garage, and now that we’re finally at the top, you’re just going to walk away? Do you have any idea how ungrateful that looks?” I stayed silent. I didn’t owe her my reasons anymore. “Tyler is new,” she continued, her voice softening into that patronizing tone she used when she wanted something. “He’s green. I’m just showing him the ropes, giving him a little extra attention so he doesn’t wash out. Are you really this jealous? Grow up, Jamie. Be the bigger person.” Be the bigger person. I’d been “the bigger person” for seven years. Every time she sidelined me, every time she ignored my contributions in board meetings, every time she forgot our anniversary—it was always my job to be “mature” about it. “You’re right,” I nodded slowly. “I’m small-minded. That’s why I’m leaving.” Victoria’s face darkened, but before she could snap back, the door swung open. Tyler walked in carrying a steaming Starbucks cup. He paused when he saw me, then flashed a wide, innocent smile. “Hey, Victoria, I brought you that oat milk latte you like. Jamie, did you want one too?” As he stepped toward the desk, he tripped—just a slight, clumsy stumble—and the latte splashed across the mahogany surface. Right onto the hand-drawn architectural mock-ups I had spent the last month perfecting for our biggest bid yet. The ink smeared instantly, the expensive paper soaking up the brown liquid. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Tyler gasped, his eyes welling with tears. Victoria stood up immediately. She didn’t even glance at the ruined blueprints. She grabbed Tyler’s hand, checking his skin for burns. “Are you hurt? Did it burn you?” “No, I’m okay… but Jamie’s work… I ruined it…” “It’s fine,” Victoria said, her voice dismissive as she looked at me. “He can just redraw them. Don’t look at him like that, Jamie. It was an accident. Don’t be a jerk.” I stared at the sodden mess of my hard work. All those late nights, the meticulous lines, the passion I’d poured into her vision—it was all just “fine” to her. I didn’t say a word. I turned and walked out. In the quiet of the emergency stairwell, my phone vibrated. It was a number I’d saved with a star next to it. “Hello?” I answered, my voice thick. A woman’s voice, cool and elegant, came through the line. “Everything is ready, Jamie. The estate, the floral arrangements… it’s exactly the style you asked for. Have we set a date?” I leaned my head against the cold concrete wall and closed my eyes. “Next month, the 18th,” I said. “I’m coming home.” There was a brief pause, then a soft, knowing chuckle. “Good. I’ve been waiting for you.” I stayed in that stairwell for a long time, staring at the ceiling, blinking back the tears until they retreated. That night, I went back to the apartment we shared to pack. Victoria was on the sofa, distracted by a game on her phone. She looked up as I dragged my suitcase toward the door and let out a dry snort. “Go ahead, walk out,” she said, her eyes returning to the screen. “You’ll be back in three days begging for your job. You’ve spent seven years being my shadow, Jamie. Without me, you’re nothing, and we both know it.” The elevator doors slid shut on the sound of her game’s victory music. By the third day after I moved out, Tyler’s Instagram updated. It was a selfie of him wearing my favorite silk robe, lounging on the velvet sofa in Victoria’s bedroom. The caption: “New home, new vibes. Living the dream.” Victoria had liked the post. I hovered over the image for a second, then hit the ‘Block’ button. The next morning, at 4:00 AM, my mother’s frantic voice woke me. “Jamie… it’s your grandfather. Heart failure. He’s in the ICU. The doctors say he needs an emergency bypass, but the deposit is fifty thousand dollars… we don’t have it, honey…” My mother was sobbing. My grandfather was the only real father I’d ever known. He was the one who raised me after my dad died, the one who handed me his life savings when Victoria started the company and said, “I believe in your vision, kid. Take it. But if she ever stops treating you right, you come on home.” Victoria had insisted on keeping that money in a shared “emergency” safe in her office. “It’s safer here,” she’d said. “We’ll use it together when we get married.” I called her. Once. Twice. Three times. She declined every call. On the fourth try, the line picked up. But it wasn’t Victoria. It was Tyler’s groggy, annoyed mumble. “Victoria, baby, who is calling this late?” Then, Victoria’s voice in the background: “Nobody important. Hang up.” The line went dead. I stared at the black screen, my knuckles white. Five minutes later, I was in an Uber heading for the office. The sun wasn’t even up when I reached the building. I tried my fingerprint at the private entrance. Access Denied. I tried my birthday. Her birthday. Both failed. On a whim, I typed in Tyler’s birthday—April 9th. The lock clicked open. The air in the office was stale. I ignored the mess in the lounge—empty wine bottles, discarded luxury shopping bags—and went straight for the safe in the study. I punched in the old code. It worked. But when the heavy door swung open, the safe was empty. The fifty thousand dollars in cash—my grandfather’s life savings—was gone. My legs gave out. I gripped the edge of the safe, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The overhead lights flickered on. Tyler stood in the doorway, wrapped in a plush towel, two security guards flanking him. He let out a theatrical gasp. “Oh my god! How did you get in here?” “Where is the money?” I rasped, staggering to my feet. “Where is my grandfather’s money?” “What money? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He stepped back, deliberately lifting his arm to show off a glittering diamond-encrusted bracelet on his wrist. I recognized the brand. It was a forty-eight-thousand-dollar piece. My grandfather’s life was sitting on his wrist. “That bracelet…” “This?” Tyler squeezed out a couple of tears, backing behind the guards. “This was a gift from Victoria! A token of her love! You’re crazy! You broke in here in the middle of the night to steal my jewelry, didn’t you?” He turned to the guards, his voice turning sharp. “Grab him! Call the police!” The guards lunged. They tackled me to the floor, pinning my arms behind my back. My forearm caught on a piece of broken glass from a discarded bottle, and I felt the warm slip of blood against the carpet. Tyler looked down at me, a fake tear rolling down his cheek. “Jamie, you left. Why couldn’t you just stay gone? Why did you have to come back and try to ruin my life?” … The interrogation room was freezing. My arm was crudely bandaged, the white gauze stained a dark, rusted red. The detective across from me flipped through his notes. “Look, Jamie. The property is in Victoria’s name. You moved out. Breaking in at 3 AM? That’s felony trespassing, no matter how you spin it.” “Officer, there was fifty thousand dollars in that safe. My savings. My grandfather is in the ICU—” “The reporting party says the safe contained personal jewelry that you attempted to steal,” the detective interrupted. “You say it was cash. Do you have a bank statement? A receipt?” I shook my head. Victoria had insisted on cash. She said it was “off the grid” and safer that way. I had nothing but my word. “Then we’re at a stalemate,” he said, closing the folder. “Please,” I whispered, gripping the edge of the metal chair. “My grandfather is dying. He needs that surgery. He doesn’t have time.” “Your family drama isn’t police business. The burglary charge is.” They had confiscated my phone. I knew my mother was calling me, wondering where I was, wondering why the money hadn’t arrived. “Can I make one call? Just one.” The detective pushed a landline toward me. I dialed Victoria’s private number. She picked up on the second ring. “Jamie? What the hell have you done now?” “Victoria, that fifty thousand in the safe was mine. You spent it on a bracelet for Tyler—” “What fifty thousand?” she cut me off, her voice cold and flat. “There was never that much cash in there. Just some petty cash. What does that have to do with Tyler’s gift?” “Victoria, please—” “Enough,” she snapped. “Tyler was terrified. He hasn’t slept a wink because of you. I’m busy taking care of him. You can sit in that cell and think about what you’ve done.” “Victoria!” I choked out, swallowing the bile in my throat. “I don’t care about the money anymore. Just… just lend me fifty thousand. I’ll sign anything. I’ll give you my shares in the company. My grandfather is in the ICU. If he doesn’t get the surgery, he’s going to die.” There was a long silence. Then, she let out a cruel, airy laugh. “Jamie, have you no shame? Using your grandfather’s health to pull a guilt trip? You think I’m that stupid? You’re just trying to manipulate your way back into my life.” “I am begging you—” “I’m in the middle of a multi-million dollar merger. I don’t have time for your theatrics. When you’re ready to apologize to Tyler and admit you were wrong, maybe I’ll consider signing a non-prosecution agreement. Until then? Enjoy the stay.” The line clicked shut. I sat there, the plastic receiver trembling in my hand. I spent forty-eight hours in that room. The clock on the wall mocked me with every tick. I didn’t know if my grandfather was alive. I didn’t know if my mother was okay. I thought about calling her—the woman from the stairwell. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I couldn’t drag her into this mess until the very last moment. Finally, after two days, Victoria walked into the precinct. Tyler was tucked under her arm, and a few of our old colleagues followed behind them like a grim procession. Tyler rushed over to me, looking worried. “Oh, Jamie, your arm! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I was just so scared when I heard the glass break.” He offered me a bottle of water. “Here, you look terrible.” I didn’t touch the water. I just looked at Victoria. She stood there with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “I signed the paperwork. You’re free to go.” I stood up, my joints stiff. I reclaimed my phone from the front desk and turned it on. My screen was a graveyard of missed calls from my mother. The last message was from 11:00 PM the night before. Jamie… Grandpa couldn’t wait any longer. He’s gone. The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the concrete floor. I stared at the words, the world around me blurring into a dull gray haze. Tyler was saying something, but his voice sounded like it was underwater. Victoria frowned. “What is it now, Jamie? Stop acting. If you’re trying to move back in—” I swung my hand. The slap echoed through the lobby. Victoria’s head snapped to the side. The room went silent. Tyler stumbled back, clutching his mouth. Victoria’s eyes went wide, a red mark blooming on her cheek. “Jamie! Are you insane?” “He’s dead,” I said, my voice eerily calm. “Forty-eight hours. I begged you. You called it a ‘guilt trip.’” I looked her dead in the eye, and for the first time in seven years, I felt absolutely nothing for her. “We are finished, Victoria. In every way a human can be finished.” I picked up my shattered phone and walked out the door. She screamed my name, but I didn’t look back. The funeral was small. We held it at a modest funeral home near my mother’s apartment. My mother had made the wreaths herself. Only a few old neighbors showed up. I was kneeling by the altar, burning incense, the ash settling on my clothes like snow. “Jamie… there are people outside. They say they’re from your old company.” My mother stood at the door, looking overwhelmed and confused. I stood up and saw Victoria entering with a small entourage. She was dressed in a sharp black suit, her tie perfectly knotted, looking every bit the grieving CEO. “Jamie. I heard about your grandfather. I wanted to pay my respects on behalf of the company.” She bowed three times toward the casket. It was a perfect performance. Then I noticed the company photographer in the corner, his camera lens trained on her. She wasn’t here to mourn. She was here for the “Corporate Social Responsibility” section of the annual report. Tyler was at the back of the group. He’d swapped his flashy jewelry for a simple black shirt, his hair neatly combed. He looked the part of the somber, supportive partner. He stepped up, lit a stick of incense, and closed his eyes in a moment of silent prayer. When he finished, he walked over to my mother and bowed deeply. “I’m so sorry for your loss, ma’am.” My mother nodded, her voice raspy as she thanked him. Then Tyler turned to me, handing me a white envelope. “Jamie, just a little something to help with the costs.” His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice soft. I took the envelope. It wasn’t sealed. I could see a stack of hundreds inside. I nodded and set it on the table. He didn’t leave. He sat in a chair nearby and pulled out his phone. The brightness was turned up to the max. From where I stood, I could see his screen perfectly. He was texting someone named “BFF.” LOL, this place is tiny. The flowers are plastic and so tacky. You should see him kneeling there—he looks like a stray dog. If there weren’t cameras here, I’d kick him just to see him trip. He’d probably look hilarious face-down in the dirt. Tyler finished typing, looked up, and caught my eye. He didn’t even flinch. He just flipped the phone over on his lap. “You must be exhausted, Jamie. Why don’t you take a seat?” He tilted his head, a faint, cruel glimmer of a smile in his eyes. He wanted me to see it. He wanted me to know that even here, at my grandfather’s funeral, he owned the room. I said nothing. Victoria, having finished shaking hands with the neighbors, walked over. She scanned the room with a judgmental frown. “Not even a proper floral arrangement? Your mother really doesn’t know how to handle these things, does she?” I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white. “Anyway,” she continued, “don’t take it too hard. He was old. It was bound to happen eventually.” Bound to happen. If she had answered the phone. If she hadn’t stolen the money. If she hadn’t kept me in that cell. My jaw ached from clenching it. The rest of the office staff began to drift around the room. I saw the HR lead whispering to a colleague, who smothered a giggle. Tyler stood up and walked to Victoria’s side. “Oh, Victoria, didn’t you mention someone might have leaked the core data from the last project?” His voice was just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Jamie only left last week. That iPad of his… doesn’t it still have internal network access?” He turned to me with a face full of faux-sincerity. “Jamie, you wouldn’t mind if we took a quick look, right? Just to clear your name. So nobody can say anything later.” Before I could even protest, Victoria walked to the side table and picked up my tablet. She swiped the screen—I hadn’t changed the password. “There’s no data here,” she muttered, scrolling. Then, her thumb froze. She stared at the screen for a long, silent beat. Tyler leaned over, peaking at the screen, and his smirk widened. He grabbed the iPad from her hand and held it up, facing the crowd. “Oh my god, look at this! Jamie, were you actually planning a wedding?” He flipped through the pages. The screen was filled with my “Secret Wedding Project.” Hand-drawn dress designs. Estate layouts. Seating charts. Floral mood boards. And one specific photo: a woman from behind, standing next to a grand piano in a white gown. The caption read: “This Saturday, I finally get to marry her.” Tyler paraded the iPad around the room. The whispering started immediately. “A wedding planner? That’s so pathetic…” “He got dumped and he’s still making these? Is he stalking her?” “Who is that woman? Probably a stock photo. He’s such a poser.” Tyler leaned in close to me, his breath smelling of expensive coffee. “Jamie, I get that you wanted to marry Victoria, but she literally kicked you out. Keeping this… it’s a little creepy, don’t you think? Have some dignity.” Victoria didn’t say a word. She tossed the tablet onto the chair and shoved her hands into her pockets. She looked at me with a smile that was worse than a sneer. It was pity. “Jamie,” she said softly, “if you really wanted to marry me that badly, you could have just said so. If you’d learned to keep your mouth shut and stay in your lane, I might have given you a chance eventually.” She kicked a bit of the incense ash with her toe. “But stalking me with these little fantasies? It’s embarrassing. Honestly, who else would ever want someone like you?” The room went still for a second. Then, someone from the back of the group spoke up. “Wait… that silhouette in the photo. That’s not Victoria.”

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I bought a refrigerator out of kindness for a sick student so she could store her medication. Half a month later, her medication became ineffective. She collapsed in the classroom and was left permanently disabled. Her parents cried at the school gates: “This heartless teacher ruined our daughter!” I was forced to care for her for ten years. Then her parents demanded I marry her and support her for life. My girlfriend couldn’t handle the pressure and broke up with me. On my way to her wedding, I died of a heart attack. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn ten years earlier. Standing before me was Lily Mitchell, looking pitiful. “Mr. Reed, my medication needs refrigeration, but there’s no fridge in the classroom…” I said, “You should ask the facilities department about that.” I had been reborn. Reborn to the moment when Lily Mitchell first said she needed a refrigerator to store her medication. Behind her stood three roommates, all my students. Four pairs of eyes stared at me expectantly. I was twenty-four years old, with a master’s degree in philosophy. My advisor had recommended me for this position as a teaching assistant at this community college to gain experience. In my previous life, I’d been full of enthusiasm. When I learned a student had diabetes and needed a fridge to store insulin, I’d proactively bought her a small refrigerator. Half a month later, she suddenly collapsed during class break. At the hospital, I discovered she didn’t have diabetes at all, and what she’d been refrigerating wasn’t insulin. She had osteogenesis imperfecta, commonly known as brittle bone disease. It was incurable and required lifelong medication. The investigation revealed her medication had become ineffective. The refrigerator plug had come loose and stopped cooling. Her parents sued the school for neglecting students. The school deflected responsibility, saying the fridge wasn’t theirs—I had bought it, so I should be responsible. Public opinion crushed me. My family was cyberbullied and couldn’t live in peace. I had no choice but to compromise and take responsibility for caring for her. That responsibility lasted ten years. But her family still wasn’t satisfied. They wanted me to marry her and support her parents too. I had a girlfriend I loved deeply. She’d waited for me for ten years. Knowing I’d never be free, I cruelly forced her to leave. She went home for matchmaking dates. The day before her wedding, Lily had an episode. I cared for her all night. The next day, driving to the hotel, I had a heart attack on the road. My life-saving medication was right beside me, but I didn’t use it. I didn’t call 911 either. My heart was strangely calm. I only felt sorry for my girlfriend—today was supposed to be her happy day. Now I’d been reborn. Facing these four expectant faces, my heart filled with hatred and disgust. “Is Lily Mitchell the applicant? If you need a refrigerator, you can download a form first, explain your condition and the medication’s requirements, then fill it out and submit it to facilities. They’ll apply to the school for procurement.” Her roommate Emma Carter was a warm-hearted girl. She frowned. “That sounds complicated. Won’t it take forever? Lily has diabetes and needs insulin injections before every meal. Right, Lily?” That’s right. Lily had never explicitly said what disease she had. The diabetes story had spread after everyone saw her injecting herself. She’d never denied or clarified it. Just like she’d never asked me to buy a refrigerator. Everything had been decided by her roommates and me. In my previous life, her parents had hung banners at the school gates and made the news. My whole family was cyberbullied. My parents were teachers about to retire honorably, but because of me, they had to take early retirement. No salary, and they had to support me financially. They got sick but didn’t tell me. Within a few years, they both passed away. I could imagine that even after my death, I’d still be reviled. In my previous life, these girls had posted online and testified, cementing the story that I’d tried to impress Lily and voluntarily bought the fridge. In this life, I’d watch carefully to see who would die. “That’s the procedure. If you have questions, ask another teacher.” I picked up my teaching materials and left lightly. Before I’d gone far, I heard Lily say pitifully, “What’s wrong with Mr. Reed today? He’s so cold.” Emma consoled her. “He’s dodging responsibility. Can’t make any decisions himself. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

I was just a teaching assistant. I’d only been interning for two months. Besides teaching, I had to do all kinds of odd jobs, and I didn’t even have an office. I opened the resignation page but couldn’t bring myself to click submit. First, my advisor had fought for this job for me. It was meant to help me gain experience—a kind gesture I didn’t want to waste. Second, I’d tried to resign in my previous life too, but the school had rejected it. According to the contract, even if I submitted my resignation, I’d have to stay for another month. A month was enough time for many things to happen. So I could only find a way to get fired. Just then, my uncle sent a message in the family group chat. “Mom’s not feeling well. Got her checked today—her blood pressure was 200. The doctor wants her hospitalized.” I’d chosen to intern at this school because it was close to home, only a hundred kilometers away. I was about to say I’d come back today. My cousin, a doctor, replied, “I’ll head back soon. Lincoln, someone gave me two boxes of lychees. I’ll drop them off for you.” My cousin was in the city. My eyes lit up. A plan formed in my mind. I went back to my dorm and changed into designer clothes, making myself look ten times more handsome than usual—tall and long-legged. My roommate saw me and said admiringly, “Who are you meeting? Don’t tell me your girlfriend’s coming.” I smiled but didn’t answer. In my previous life when I got into trouble, not a single person spoke up for me. My roommate was no exception. We were all interns and therefore competitors. I dressed up handsomely and even carried a fifty-thousand-dollar bag with a huge logo that made my roommate’s eyes widen and his mouth form an O-shape. “Lincoln, you’re actually rich?” Ignoring him, I fluttered toward the school gate like a butterfly. Passing students couldn’t help but stare. From afar, I spotted my cousin’s luxury car. I was exactly six feet tall. He was taller, wore glasses, and looked very gentlemanly. He wore clothes similar to mine—actually, he’d bought the clothes I was wearing. The bag was also his hand-me-down. A cousin supporting his younger relative who just started working is perfectly normal, right? My cousin got out of the car and opened the trunk to move the lychees. I threw myself onto his back, just like when I was a kid. My cousin nearly fell into the trunk but caught himself, holding my legs. “You think you’re still a kid? You’re over a hundred and sixty pounds—you’re crushing my old bones!” He was a fitness enthusiast with muscles under his clothes. I couldn’t hurt him. Not only did I not get down, I climbed higher. “Is Grandma’s condition serious?” My cousin said unhurriedly, “Don’t listen to my dad. I went back last week and her blood pressure was fine. He just wants me to go home for a blind date.” I saw from the corner of my eye that many students were watching us, taking photos with their phones, pointing and whispering. Only then did I climb down from my cousin’s back and hook my arm through his instead. My cousin handed me the lychees. He also straightened my hair. “How’s work? Are your colleagues easy to get along with? Are the students obedient?” I smiled. “Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

My cousin drove away. I stood there watching for a long time before carrying the lychees back to the dorm. Sure enough, as soon as I entered, I was met with my roommate’s strange look. “What’s wrong?” He laughed awkwardly. “Ah, lychees are already in season? I love lychees.” Usually, he loved taking advantage of small perks. But I locked the lychees in my cabinet. “These are for me only. I can’t give you any.” His expression grew even stranger. He pushed the tissue box on my desk over to his own. Like he wanted to draw a clear line between us. I opened the school forum and, as expected, many people had photographed my “intimate moments” with my cousin. I saved them all. In the afternoon, while checking student attendance, I heard people muttering that I was gay and showing off my wealth. I didn’t explain. I let them gossip. Then I saw the four girls—Lily and her roommates. Emma rolled her eyes at me. “Mr. Reed, we went to facilities at noon. They said the school has no precedent for buying refrigerators for individual students. We’d need approval from school leadership. In the meantime, we could only put the medication in the cafeteria’s freezer. But when we went to the cafeteria, they said it didn’t meet hygiene standards. They refused! We wanted to buy a small fridge for the dorm, but the dorm supervisor won’t allow it either.” I shrugged. “Then there’s nothing I can do.” Lily said timidly, “Mr. Reed, could you keep a fridge in your office or dorm? A very small one.” I shook my head. “I don’t have an office, and high-power appliances aren’t allowed in the dorm.” Lily’s eyes quickly filled with tears, ready to fall but not quite falling. Emma felt terrible for her and quickly patted her chest. “I’ll buy one and put it in the activity room with a lock. It’ll be fine.” But Lily wasn’t satisfied. She kept looking at me. Honestly, she was very beautiful, soft and delicate, inspiring protective instincts. I’d helped her several times before. God knows I’d only helped her as a teacher should, never imagining it would give her inappropriate ideas. Emma said sarcastically, “Ha! Some teacher—dressing up like a peacock, not caring about students at all. You deserve this title? I’m going to file a complaint against you!” I rolled my eyes too. “Ooh, I’m so scared! Go ahead. If you don’t, you’re a coward!” All four girls were stunned. I was an intern teacher who paid close attention to my performance evaluation. I was almost always accommodating to students’ requests, known for my good temper. Now I looked like a completely different person. After they recovered, they all took out their phones to write complaints to the principal’s email. Not only wasn’t I panicking, I mocked them. “A bunch of broke losers acting like entitled babies all day long, like the whole world should pamper you. What garbage. Don’t you look in the mirror every day?” Lily burst into tears. The other two girls’ eyes also reddened. Only Emma looked at me like an angry bull, eyes bloodshot. “You just wait.” I crossed my arms. “I’m waiting. Who’s afraid?” Emma looked like she was about to explode, pointing at me with her long manicured nail. “Fine. Just wait to get fired!” I believed her. These four girls were terrible at studying and terrible people. They were experts at spreading rumors and cyberbullying others.

That evening, complaints about me flooded the principal’s inbox—dozens of them. The contents were varied: homosexuality, flaunting wealth, unfit to be a teacher, cold violence toward students. The next morning, the department chair called me in for a talk. He sat behind his desk, the computer screen in front of him showing the forum posts. In the photos, I was on my cousin’s back, smiling quite sweetly. He pointed at the screen. “Lincoln Reed, is this you?” “Yes.” “Who is he?” “A friend.” The department chair waited a moment, then rephrased his question. “Are you gay?” “That’s personal and unrelated to work.” The chair’s expression darkened. “Lincoln, I’m asking you a question. Answer properly.” “I did answer. It’s unrelated to work.” At that moment, the door opened. The principal walked in. My roommate followed behind, bowing and scraping like a eunuch, looking at me with gloating eyes. If I was removed, he could be promoted. Sometimes, the world is just a damn circus, and in my previous life, I’d been destroyed by these people. How tragic. Let it all burn. The principal looked down at me. “Lincoln Reed, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you gay?” “No comment.” “Then explain the photos.” “I have no obligation to explain.” The principal laughed—a cold laugh. “Who do you think you are? You haven’t even finished your probation period and you dare take this attitude?” I snorted coldly. He stared at me. “I’ll ask you one last time. Are you or are you not gay?” “Are you discriminating against gay people?” “Enough. Doesn’t his roommate know whether he’s gay or not? Don’t corrupt the students.” He declared, “You’re fired!” Like some feudal emperor. But his eyes betrayed his greed, staring directly at the huge logo on my bag. I turned and walked out. Minutes later, HR sent notice that my employment had been terminated. According to the internship agreement, termination without cause should come with one month’s compensation. But HR said there was nothing—they wouldn’t even pay my wages. One month’s intern salary was only two thousand dollars. Whether they paid it or not shouldn’t matter—but it did. Withholding a worker’s wages deserves divine punishment. I’d make them beg me to take the money! From this moment on, I was finally free. Before leaving, I went to the activity room and dismantled and destroyed the water dispenser, water jugs, and power strips I’d bought, throwing them in the trash. “Mr. Reed, if you remove the water dispenser, what will we use?” a student complained. I stomped on a water jug, breaking it. “I bought this for myself. You’ve been freeloading off it for so long. What if some psycho poisons it and then blames me? Better to destroy it.” After throwing away the last jug, I turned around to see Lily standing a few steps away, biting her lip, looking at me tearfully. Every hair on my body stood on end. It was as if she wasn’t a young girl in her prime, but a venomous snake flicking its tongue. I instinctively stepped back. It wasn’t that I was weak—the trauma from my previous life was just too heavy. I couldn’t adjust immediately. She stepped closer, her eyes showing a hint of obsession and an indescribable ambiguity. That wasn’t how a student should look at a teacher. Nor was it simply how a woman looks at a man. It was how a spider looks at plump prey! “Mr. Reed,” she called me, soft and weak. I felt nauseous and turned to run. She shouted, “Don’t leave!” I stopped and turned to look at her, hatred burning in my heart like wildfire, making my bones ache. I wanted to rush over and strangle her. But I couldn’t. I’d finally been reborn. A bright future awaited me. She’d already walked up to me. Tears fell one by one. Under the lights, she looked especially pitiful and touching. “I’ll go beg Emma to withdraw the complaint. Nothing will happen. Don’t leave.” “If you stay, I’ll do whatever you say.” She spoke lightly but enunciated each word heavily, as if making some incredible promise. I remembered my previous life. In the second year of caring for her, one night she’d pulled my hand and placed it on her body. “Mr. Reed, marry me. I’ll be so good.” At the time, I’d thought it was gratitude, dependence, the desperate grasping at the only lifeline after being tormented by illness for too long. Or perhaps she’d gone mad from prolonged sickness. It turned out she’d harbored such unspeakable thoughts so early on. But I’d been oblivious, falling into the trap she’d laid. “Lily Mitchell,” I couldn’t out-act her, so I spoke plainly. “You disgust me!” She froze, tears still on her face. Her expression shifted from innocent and pure to determined, then she smiled slightly. It made you wonder if she had mastered the art of switching personas. “Mr. Reed, you’ll come back.” “You will definitely come back.” I smiled too. “I will come back—to attend your funeral!” I ignored her, went back to pack my things, and left without staying a second longer, taking a bus away from the hell that had trapped me for half my previous life.

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When I heard the news that Vivian Blackwell had gone bankrupt and returned to the country, I was curled up in Dominic’s arms, picking out rings. The entire social circle was mocking the downfall of this once untouchable goddess. I looked up and kissed his chin, teasing, “Vivian’s back. Don’t you need to go help her out?” He played absentmindedly with my fingers and sneered, “Why would I help her? Baby, don’t think I’m that sentimental.” I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was the Blackwell family who dumped Dominic years ago because they thought he was too poor. With his pride, he would never go back to her. I went to the dressing room to change into an evening gown. When I came out, I saw Dominic standing on the balcony with his back to me, cigarette smoke curling around his fingertips. On impulse, I picked up his phone from the couch. A message from his assistant popped up on the screen: “Dominic, as per your instructions, I’ve redeemed Miss Blackwell’s family estate. The total was 50 million.”

“What are you looking at so intently?” A low voice came from behind me, with a raspy edge from just smoking. My fingers instinctively stiffened, the numbers on the screen reflected in my pupils. A few seconds later, I calmly pressed the lock button and placed the phone face down on the couch cushion. “Nothing.” I turned around and met his eyes. The dark undercurrent in his eyes hadn’t completely dissipated, but the moment he met my gaze, he skillfully switched to a gentle expression. “Just checking tomorrow’s bridal fitting schedule,” I said. Dominic casually stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and strode toward me with long legs. He carried the scent of tobacco mixed with the coolness of the night breeze, naturally pulling me into his embrace. “Leave those trivial matters to the assistant.” His chin rested on top of my head, rubbing gently in a soothing manner. “Tomorrow I’m clearing my entire schedule to spend the whole day with you.” I leaned against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat, which remained steady. The question “What’s with the fifty million?” got stuck in my throat. I closed my eyes and swallowed it down, along with five years of my youth. “Okay,” I said softly. The next morning, a light rain began to fall over River City. Unusually, Dominic didn’t handle emails during breakfast. Instead, he carefully peeled an egg and placed it on my plate. When we arrived at the city’s most exclusive bridal boutique, the manager and her assistants were already waiting at the entrance. “Miss Harper, all three wedding dresses you reserved have been flown in.” I was ushered into the VIP room. Dominic sat on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine. “Go try them on. I’ll wait here for you.” He smiled at me warmly, his eyes full of affection. The first dress was an extremely elaborate French embroidered gown with a long train. The fitting process was lengthy, with several assistants carefully tightening the laces at my waist. Just as I was about to put on the veil, a sudden urgent phone ring came from outside. Through the half-open curtain of the fitting room, I saw Dominic abruptly stand up. He didn’t even notice the magazine dropping to the carpet. He strode to the window, covering the receiver, his voice extremely low, his spine rigid. By the time I walked out of the fitting room holding up my skirt, he had already grabbed his suit jacket from the chair. “Dominic?” I called softly. He turned around, his gaze pausing on me for half a second. No amazement, no praise, only poorly concealed irritation. “A friend has an emergency.” He strode toward the exit while quickly buttoning up his jacket, not even coming over to hug me. “I’m going to check on them. I’ll be right back. Whichever dress you like, just put it on my account.” As the VIP room door clicked shut, he disappeared behind it. The manager stood awkwardly holding the veil. “Miss Harper, this…” “It’s fine,” I said, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, dressed so elaborately yet looking utterly ridiculous. “I’ll wait for him.” The wedding dress was heavy, making it hard to breathe. The wall clock ticked monotonously. The staff changed my tea for the fourth time. The water had gone completely cold, a bitter film forming on the surface. I glanced at my phone. 8 PM. He said he’d be right back, but made me wait twelve hours in the climate-controlled VIP room. A sudden pain shot through my lower abdomen. My face went white as I bent over, fingers gripping the wedding dress tightly. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. With trembling hands, I opened my contacts and dialed Dominic’s number. The long ringing tone echoed in the empty VIP room. Just one second before it automatically disconnected, the call was answered. “Dominic, my stomach hurts a bit…” “Hello?” What came through the speaker wasn’t Dominic’s deep voice, but a woman’s coquettish laugh. “Oh, it’s Miss Harper.” My breathing stopped abruptly. It was Vivian. “Dominic can’t take your call right now.” I heard a faint metallic clinking sound from the other end. Vivian laughed casually, her tone blatantly showing off. “The crystal chandelier at the Blackwell estate is too heavy. Dominic’s worried it might fall and hit me, so he’s standing on a ladder right now, personally hanging it for me.”

The call was disconnected from the other end. The dragging pain in my lower abdomen slowly tortured my nerves. I sat on the couch, not moving for a long time. It wasn’t until the manager softly asked if I needed a car that I snapped out of it, took off the wedding dress, and changed back into my regular clothes. The Blackwell family’s hillside estate was nearly an hour’s drive from downtown. The taxi drove along the mountain road, the windshield wipers swinging frantically. By the time I reached the front gate, my shoes were completely soaked through. The rusty iron gate stood ajar, welcoming its former owner. I stepped through the mud puddles, walking step by step to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building. Inside, the lights blazed brightly. Through the rain-washed glass, I could clearly see the scene inside. Dominic had removed his suit jacket and wore only a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows. He stood on a ladder, tools in hand, looking down and saying something to the person below. Vivian wore a nightgown, looking up with a happy smile. She held a ragdoll cat in her arms. Dominic hated cats the most. In five years of living together, he wouldn’t even go into cat cafés, making excuses about allergies and waiting for me in the car. But now, he descended from the ladder and not only didn’t avoid it, but quite naturally reached out to pet the cat’s head. Vivian took the opportunity to grab his sleeve, acting coquettish. The scene was too warm, so warm that me standing here as his fiancée seemed utterly ridiculous. I stood in the rain, watching through the glass for a long time. Long enough for my fingers to freeze stiff, long enough for even the pain in my abdomen to become numb. I circled around to the front entrance and pushed open the main door. The laughter inside stopped abruptly. Vivian flinched and immediately hid behind Dominic with the cat. “Miss Harper… why are you here?” She looked at me timidly, her eyes instantly brimming with tears. Dominic turned around, the warmth on his face instantly cooling the moment he saw me covered in mud. “You followed me?” He frowned deeply, striding up to me. I ignored his accusation, my gaze moving past his slightly wrinkled white shirt to the few cat hairs still remaining on his fingertips. He said he was allergic to cat hair. In the past, if I so much as glanced at a stray cat, he would nervously remind me to wash my hands. Now, he could let that ragdoll cat roll around in his arms without any problem. It wasn’t an allergy after all. It was just not enough love. “Rain, do you have to make a scene in the pouring rain?” Seeing my silence, his tone grew harsher. “Vivian has severe depression. She’s afraid to be alone.” Boom! Thunder crashed outside the window, white light illuminating my wet, slightly trembling fingers. The vintage wall clock struck eleven. I looked at him draping his suit jacket over Vivian’s shoulders and suddenly smiled faintly. “So it’s already eleven.” I didn’t cry, and even looked at him quite gently. “Dominic, the bridal shop closed at eight.” Dominic’s previously angry eyes instantly froze, his hand draping the jacket stopping mid-air. Behind Dominic, Vivian tugged at his sleeve, her voice choked: “Dominic, don’t blame Miss Harper. It’s my fault. This house is full of my parents’ memories. I was too scared… I’ll never dare trouble you again.” Dominic turned and gripped her wrist, patting it reassuringly. He turned back to me, his eyes cold, as if looking at a stranger. “Your jealous behavior right now is completely unreasonable.” He pointed toward the door. “Go home right now. Stop making a scene here.” I looked at his posture protecting Vivian. “Fine.” No hysterical argument, no pointing at Vivian and cursing. I turned and stepped over the threshold, opening my black umbrella again. Behind me came the sound of the door slamming heavily. The airflow kicked up muddy water, splashing onto my beige dress hem, leaving several dirty streaks. The relationship I had carefully protected for five years was now completely soiled.

The next morning, the sound of the keypad lock beeped in the quiet apartment. Dominic walked into the bedroom carrying the chill of late autumn. He held a paper bag printed with the logo of that croissant shop in the west of the city. That was the place where years ago, after I casually mentioned wanting to eat there, he braved sub-zero temperatures and snow, waiting in line for two hours, keeping the food warm against his chest so it wouldn’t get cold, bringing it back to me. Back then, his eyes held only me. Back then, I thought I had the whole world. Now it was also pouring rain, only he was rushing to someone else. Turns out time really does devour people. It not only devoured his love but also devoured the me whose eyes were full of him. He placed the paper bag on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out, wanting to tuck the stray hair from my cheek behind my ear. Just as his fingertips were about to touch my skin, a faint scent of perfume drifted into my nostrils. It was Vivian’s favorite perfume. Last night, he had draped his suit jacket over her shoulders. My body reacted faster than my brain, instinctively turning my head away from his touch. His hand froze in mid-air, his fingers curling slightly before he casually withdrew it. “I had a bad attitude yesterday.” He lowered his posture, his tone carrying helpless tolerance. “But you have to understand. The Blackwell family went bankrupt. She has nothing now, and her depression relapsed. She keeps trying to kill herself.” “I can’t just watch her die, can I?” He opened the paper bag on his own and used a bamboo pick to spear a steaming croissant, bringing it to my lips. “Be good. Eat it while it’s hot. After you finish, we’ll reschedule the dress fitting.” The rich buttery aroma mixed with that faint perfume smell fermented in the air. I didn’t get angry. My body even retained the muscle memory from the past. I obediently reached out and took the bamboo pick. A hint of relaxed amusement flashed in Dominic’s eyes. But in the next second, I turned around and quite naturally tossed the whole steaming croissant, bamboo pick and all, into the trash can beside the bed. A soft thud. “It’s cold. Can’t bite through it.” I pulled out a wet wipe and carefully cleaned the fingers that had just held the bamboo pick, not even lifting my eyelids. The smile on Dominic’s face instantly froze. He stared at the trash can, seemingly unable to believe that I, who had always been so docile, would do such a thing. “Rain,” his voice turned cold, carrying the authority of someone in power, “don’t push your luck.” He threw down those words, stood up, and went into the bathroom. I threw the wipe I’d used to clean my hands into the trash can. From that day on, for a whole week, Dominic always had an excuse to stay out all night. Each time he returned in the early morning, the scent of that perfume on him grew stronger. I didn’t expose him, nor did I make a fuss. I continued to eat, sleep, and work on my designs as usual. I just stopped initiating messages to him and stopped asking about his schedule.

These past few days, the dragging pain in my lower abdomen had become more frequent. I’d spent four hours making chicken soup, packing it in a thermos, planning to take it to the hospital to eat after my checkup. But at the intersection, on impulse, I had the driver change course to Dominic’s studio. The receptionist saw it was me and respectfully let me through. I carried the thermos and walked to his private consultation room. The door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a small gap. Vivian’s soft voice drifted out: “Dominic, you spent fifty million to buy back the Blackwell estate. Was it really just to help me?” I stopped in my tracks. “Don’t overthink it,” Dominic’s voice was flat. Vivian laughed softly, her voice even softer: “Then… does this count as you preparing our wedding home?” Inside went silent for a few seconds. Dominic didn’t deny it, only saying quietly: “Just live there for now.” I looked at the heavy thermos in my hands and suddenly felt that these days of restraint and understanding were absurd to the extreme. I raised my hand and pushed open the half-closed door. Both people inside looked over simultaneously. Vivian was leaning against the edge of the desk, Dominic standing in front of her, the distance between them long past the safe boundary of social interaction. “Miss Harper…” Vivian looked startled when she saw me, suddenly stepping backward. She wore thin high heels. Her foot caught and she fell backward. “Ah!” Her hand happened to land on a decorative crystal on the desk, the skin breaking, a trace of blood seeping out. “Vivian!” Dominic’s expression changed instantly. His body moved faster than his reason, rushing past me, even bumping my shoulder heavily in his haste. I stumbled backward from the impact, my lower back hitting the door frame, the thermos in my hands falling to the floor. Sharp pain spread rapidly from deep in my abdomen. My face turned deathly pale instantly. I slid down along the door frame, sitting on the floor. A few steps away, Dominic was half-kneeling on the ground, carefully protecting Vivian in his arms. He held the handkerchief I had embroidered with his name, pressing it firmly against Vivian’s palm, which had only a minor scrape. After doing all this, he turned his head, looking at me with extremely guarded and disgusted eyes. But the moment he saw the spilled chicken soup on the floor, his body froze abruptly. His fingers holding Vivian’s wrist moved involuntarily. His gaze moved from the soup up to my pale face, a panic he himself didn’t notice flashing in his eyes. “Rain…” He instinctively released Vivian, wanting to stand up. But Vivian cried out delicately at that moment: “Dominic, it hurts so much.” His knee, which had just lifted, knelt back down again. “Rain, do you have to make a scene at a time like this?” He lowered his voice, his tone revealing guilty anxiety and coldness. I looked at his posture protecting Vivian. The pain in my abdomen had made even breathing painful. But I didn’t cry out in pain. I knew that the man before me would no longer feel heartache for my tears. Crying out would only make me seem more pathetic. I braced myself against the wall, slowly and shakily standing up. I looked at the spilled soup on the floor, then at Dominic. “I’m sorry.” I swallowed dryly, my voice so soft it was almost inaudible. “I dirtied your floor.” I didn’t look at him again. Clutching my aching stomach, I slowly walked out of the studio. The moment I walked out the door, I thought I heard Dominic call my name. I didn’t look back. A warm flow trickled down my thigh, washing away five years of relationship completely clean.

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In the jewelry store, my husband, Black Pack’s Alpha Cian, suddenly spoke: “I cheated on you.” His golden wolf eyes churned with cruel amusement: “Lila is an incredibly sexy vixen. Sex with her is absolutely amazing.” I froze in place, too agonized to make a sound. But Cian closed his eyes, savoring the memory. “I understand Kael now. Lila really is more feminine than you, addictive to men.” Yes. This was the second time I’d been betrayed. My ex-husband Kael, White Pack’s Alpha, and my current husband Cian had both cheated on me with my best friend Lila. Five years ago, I witnessed Kael and Lila tangled together in my bed. When I was collapsing from depression, Cian saved me. He said he’d stay with me forever, that I would be his Luna. But now, he too had betrayed me because of Lila. In Black Pack’s exclusive luxury jewelry boutique, crystal chandeliers cast flowing light. My fingertip traced over the diamond ring on my ring finger. “Cian, do you think this style looks good?” I turned my head, smiling at the man beside me. He wore a tailored black suit, his posture upright—the Black Pack Alpha that every woman swooned over. Cian lazily lifted his eyes, but before he could speak, his phone rang. “What’s wrong, baby? Mm, I’m helping her pick out a ring. Okay, I know. I’ll come right away.” After hanging up, he walked back and leaned against the counter. “Pick whatever you want. Consider it compensation for my betrayal.” The smile froze on my face, the diamond ring on my fingertip ice-cold and piercing. “What did you say?” “I slept with Lila.” Cian raised his head, his eyes devoid of any guilt, instead carrying a hint of mockery. “Right in our marriage bed. I finally understand why Kael betrayed you. Lila’s bedroom skills are so much better than yours.” Just then, Lila walked in wearing a red slip dress, swaying her hips. She waved her left hand, showing off an identical diamond ring on her ring finger. “Elara, sorry about this,” Lila giggled coquettishly, deliberately holding the ring up to my face. “Yesterday Cian saw I liked this style, so he bought me one too. He said it looks way better on me than on you.” Cian wrapped his arm around Lila’s waist and kissed her forehead. “Stop teasing. You’re scaring Elara.” I watched their affectionate display, trembling with rage. Lila giggled and poked my arm: “Elara, five years ago when Kael cheated, you were crying just like this too. No wonder men don’t like you. You’re too boring.” The words “five years ago” stabbed into my heart like a sharp blade. In a daze, I seemed to return to that rainy night. I came home early from a business trip, only to find Kael and Lila having sex in our marriage bed. Lila had smiled at me the same way then: “Elara, Kael said he’s been tired of you for a long time.” “Why?” My whole body trembled, my voice hoarse beyond recognition. “Cian, you clearly said you’d protect me for life, that you’d never let me suffer again.” “Protect you?” Cian sneered, his eyes full of contempt. “Elara, don’t forget—you’re a woman Kael abandoned. If I didn’t pity you, why would I marry you? Did you really think I fell in love with you?” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him: “I pursued you for so long, but you chose Kael. Only after he didn’t want you anymore did you turn back to me. Do you think I’d be content marrying secondhand goods?” “Being with Lila is just my revenge on you. Revenge for not choosing me back then.” Cian released his grip, wiping his fingers with disgust. “You were married to Kael for a year, so I’ve been with Lila for a year. Fair, isn’t it?” Tears finally fell uncontrollably. I looked at this man who had once cared for me day and night during my worst depression. I looked at this man who had once knelt on one knee, swearing to the Moon Goddess he would never betray me, and felt nothing but bitter irony. “I want a divorce.” I spoke, looking at Cian. “Divorce?” Cian laughed as if he’d heard the funniest joke. “Elara, you think you can divorce me just because you want to? Without my consent, you’ll be Black Pack’s Luna for the rest of your life.” Thunder suddenly rumbled outside, heavy raindrops hammering against the glass windows. “Cian, you can’t do this to me!” I shouted in despair. Lila hooked her arm through Cian’s, looking at me triumphantly: “Elara, Cian loves me, not you. Just leave already. Stop being an eyesore.” Cian suddenly opened the shop door and gave me a light push: “You asking for divorce made me very unhappy. Go stand in the rain and cool down.”

I tumbled into a puddle of mud, ice-cold rain soaking my hair and clothes. This was the edge of the city. Further ahead was rogue territory, the air thick with dangerous bloodscent. And Cian just stood quietly at the doorway. “Elara, see? Without me, you can’t even stand up in the rain. If you really divorce me, where will you go? Which pack would take in an Omega abandoned by two top-tier Alphas?” Before I could answer, the door slammed shut with a bang. I supported myself against a broken wall, slowly getting up. Before I could steady myself, three large, ragged rogues emerged from the alley. They circled around me, their murky eyes filled with greedy lust: “Well, well, isn’t this the noble Luna? What are you doing here alone? Where’s your Alpha?” “So pretty. More beautiful than any Omega we’ve seen. Come with us. We’ll take good care of you.” One rogue reached out to touch my face. Terrified, I retreated, grabbing a stone from the ground and hurling it at them: “Get away! Don’t touch me!” But my resistance meant nothing to them. The lead rogue grabbed my wrist and twisted hard. I screamed in pain, the stone dropping to the ground. “Feisty. But I like that.” He sneered, reaching to tear my clothes. Just then, a gunshot pierced the rainy night. “Let her go!” A gray-haired old werewolf rushed out from a nearby grocery store with a hunting rifle, pointing the barrel at the three rogues: “Touch her again and I’ll blow your heads off!” The three rogues exchanged glances, cursed reluctantly, and finally slunk away. The old werewolf lowered his rifle and handed me a dry towel: “Child, are you alright? This place is too dangerous. What are you doing here alone?” I took the towel, wiping the rain and mud from my face, my voice hoarse: “Thank you. I’m fine.” “Let me drive you home. It’s too dangerous for an Omega alone in this rain.” The old werewolf started toward his small truck. I shook my head, speaking softly: “No need, thank you. I can walk.” The old werewolf sighed and stuffed an umbrella and a pack of crackers into my hands: “Then be careful on the road. If you run into rogues again, run to my shop. I’m Old Jack. They’re all afraid of me.” I took the umbrella and crackers, bowing deeply to the old werewolf. Then I opened the umbrella and walked step by step toward the villa over ten miles away. Ice-cold rain dripped from the umbrella’s edge, soaking my pant legs. I trudged through the muddy road, each step unbearably heavy. I pulled out my phone to call a ride, only to discover Cian had frozen all my payment accounts. I couldn’t pay even a single cent. Not only that, he’d also cut off all my medication supply. Those were my anti-anxiety medications for controlling my depression. Without them, I could break down at any moment. Rain blurred my vision. I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from rain or tears. I remembered five years ago, on a rainy night just like this, I lost my child. And today, once again, the person I loved deeply had abandoned me in the rain. I don’t know how long I walked. The sky had turned completely dark. When I finally saw that familiar villa, I’d exhausted all my strength. I pushed open the door, my mind going blank instantly. The moment I opened the door, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, illuminating the shameful scene in the living room. On the leather sofa in the center of the living room, Cian and Lila were tangled together. Cian’s hand wandered freely along her waistline as Lila arched her neck, releasing seductive moans. They didn’t even stop when I walked in. Lila opened her eyes and saw me, deliberately tightening her arms around Cian’s neck. Cian chuckled low, his palm squeezing her waist hard. “Cian…” Lila deliberately drew out her tone. “Stop it, someone’s watching.” “So what?” Cian turned his head, his eyes coldly sweeping over me. “It’s not like she hasn’t seen this before.” I stood frozen, rainwater dripping from my hair, pooling in a small puddle at my feet. I was soaked through, utterly wretched, while they did the filthiest things in the home I’d carefully decorated. A broken whimper escaped me involuntarily, my legs weakening until I nearly collapsed. Only then did Cian slowly push Lila away, standing up to straighten his wrinkled shirt. He walked toward me step by step, still carrying Lila’s perfume scent. “What? Stunned?” His tone was full of disdain. “It’s just this. You experienced it five years ago. Why make such a fuss?” Lila also walked over, leaning into Cian’s embrace, flipping her hair, looking at me triumphantly: “Elara, I’m really sorry. We were too into it and didn’t notice you came back. But honestly, Cian is so much better than Kael.” She deliberately stood on tiptoes and kissed Cian’s lips. “Right, Cian?” “Mm.” Cian pinched her chin, his eyes doting. “You understand me best.” Cian walked toward me, that sickeningly sweet perfume smell growing stronger. I looked at that face I’d once relied on so completely, feeling my stomach churning. Just as his hand was about to touch my arm, I suddenly turned around, supporting myself against the wall as I retched violently. The laughter behind me stopped abruptly. After a moment of silence, I heard Cian’s sinister voice by my ear, carrying an incredulous fury: “Elara, you—an Omega—find me disgusting?”

He suddenly grabbed my chin, the force so great it felt like he’d crush my bones. “Elara, you dare say I’m disgusting? You, a secondhand Omega abandoned by Kael, what right do you have to despise me?” “Let me tell you, you’ll endure this disgust today whether you like it or not!” He dragged me toward the master bedroom. I struggled desperately. But against an Alpha’s natural strength, my resistance was as insignificant as an ant’s. Bang! The master bedroom door was kicked open. Everything here was decorated by my own hands. My favorite cashmere rug, and that custom-made king-size bed Cian had specially ordered. When buying it, Cian said he wanted to hold me while sleeping for a lifetime. But now, Lila’s lace underwear was scattered across this bed, and my silk pillowcase was thrown on the floor, covered in footprints. Cian threw me roughly onto the single sofa by the bed, loosening his tie, and shouted toward the door: “Lila, come here.” Lila swayed her hips as she walked in, wearing my white rose embroidered silk robe—a gift Cian gave me when we first married. When she saw me, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes, though she pretended to look frightened. “Cian, Elara seems angry. Maybe we should just forget it…” “Forget it?” Cian sneered coldly, pulling her into his arms and kissing her lips roughly. “Why forget it? She finds me disgusting, doesn’t she? I’ll make her watch her fill.” He leaned down to kiss Lila, his hand wandering freely beneath the robe’s hem. Lila deliberately released exaggerated moans. “Elara, don’t be angry. Cian said you’re always cold as ice, like a block of wood. Being with you is no fun at all.” “He also said no woman has ever made him this happy like I do.” Cian chuckled low, biting her earlobe: “You understand me best. Unlike some people who lie in my arms like a corpse.” His gaze fell on me, filled with cold hatred: “Watch carefully, Elara. This is what a woman should be like. You thought I really liked your holier-than-thou act? I only took pity on you and brought you home.” He carried Lila onto the bed where we once slept embracing each other. Lila’s moans were deliberately amplified, like needles stabbing into my heart one by one. I sat on the sofa, body rigid, without even the strength to move. I watched them rolling on my bed, watched Cian caressing Lila. I remembered how he once held me, whispering in my ear: “Elara, I’ll never let you cry again.” I remembered when my depression flared up, he held me through the entire night, saying “I’m here, don’t be afraid.” I remembered him saying “Marry me, I’ll protect you for life.” It was all fake. Five years ago, Kael and Lila betrayed me. Five years later, Cian and Lila delivered an even crueler blow. My head throbbed, phantom ringing starting in my ears. All the negative emotions I’d buried deep inside surged up like a tide, drowning me instantly. I trembled as I pulled my antidepressants from my pocket, pouring out a handful to shove into my mouth, but my shaking hands scattered the pills across the floor. “Oh my, what’s wrong with Elara?” Lila lifted her head from Cian’s embrace, asking with feigned surprise. “Taking medication now? Are you so upset seeing us that you’re going crazy?” Cian glanced at the pills on the floor without any sympathy. “Being upset is right. When you made me stand outside your wedding all night, watching you marry someone else, did you think about how upset I was? I’m just letting you taste what I felt back then. This is nothing.” He thought I would cry, beg him, break down and hit him like I did five years ago. But I didn’t. I pulled out another unopened bottle of antidepressants from my pocket. Right in front of them, I poured the entire bottle of white pills into my mouth. The bitter taste instantly filled my mouth. I didn’t even drink water, just forced them down. The smile on Cian’s face instantly froze. He roughly pushed Lila away and rushed toward me: “Elara! Are you insane! What did you take!”

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That afternoon when I had the car accident, I called my fiancé Hudson seven times. On the seventh call, he finally picked up. In the background, I could hear airport announcements. Enduring the searing pain, I told him I’d gotten into an accident on the South Highway. The car had flipped over, and I was bleeding badly. “Don’t panic, I’ll send my assistant over,” he said hurriedly. “I need to fly to New York right now. Cecilia’s depression relapsed—she took sleeping pills and her emotional state is very unstable. I have to go see her.” Cecilia Lewis—his ex-girlfriend who developed severe depression after their breakup. After five years together, I’d gotten used to that name being prioritized over mine. Fighting through the pain, I said, “Hudson, I’m really bleeding a lot.” There was a second of silence on the other end. Then he said impatiently: “Nina, I told you I’d send my assistant. Don’t you trust me?” Without waiting for my response, he hung up. Three months later, I got married. My husband wasn’t Hudson. When friends asked how I could marry Zander Hayes after only knowing him for three months, I said: “Because he never hangs up on me.”

“Ma’am, don’t fall asleep. Can you hear me?” The car cabin reeked of blood. The airbag lay deflated to one side. I forced my eyes open. Outside the window was an anxious face. He held a window-breaking hammer in his hand. “The ambulance is almost here. I’ll pull you out first. It might hurt a bit—try to bear with it.” I nodded, watching him efficiently break open the car door. The screech of metal grating against metal was piercing. At that moment, my phone screen lit up. A message from Hudson. [Nina, I’ve already boarded the plane.] [Stop using injuries as an excuse to trick me. Cecilia can’t be left alone right now. Be more understanding.] Blood dripped from my forehead onto the screen. The man outside the car glanced at the screen. “Your boyfriend?” he asked. I closed my eyes, my voice hoarse. “Ex-boyfriend.” He didn’t ask further. He took off his jacket, placed it over the broken glass, slipped his hands under my arms, and carefully lifted me out of the cabin. “I’m Zander Hayes,” he said, setting me down on the grass by the roadside. “A doctor who happened to be passing by.” “Thank you.” I looked at his blood-stained shirt. “I got your clothes dirty.” He took gauze from a first aid kit and pressed it against my forehead. “Hold this. Don’t let go.” My phone vibrated again. It was Hudson’s assistant, Andy. [Miss Nina, Mr. Hudson asked me to transfer five hundred thousand dollars to you. He said if you’re upset, go buy something you like.] [Mr. Hudson is just trying to save someone. Please be more understanding and don’t fight with him at a time like this.] Five hundred thousand dollars—to buy my silence while I teetered on the edge of death. I didn’t accept it. I just locked my screen. The ambulance arrived quickly. Zander climbed in with me and briefed the paramedics on my condition. “Multiple soft tissue contusions, mild concussion, five-centimeter laceration on the forehead.” “Where’s the family?” the medic asked. “We need family to sign.” “No family,” I said, staring at the ceiling lights. Zander’s hand paused while taking my blood pressure. Then he called out a number. “Blood pressure is low.” At the hospital, a nurse wheeled me in for stitches. The anesthetic went into my forehead. The swelling pain spread instantly. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even furrow my brow. The doctor seemed surprised. “Doesn’t it hurt?” “I’ve hurt worse,” I said, staring at the clock on the wall. Worse than this was two years ago in the emergency room, watching the blood beneath me go cold, drop by drop. Hudson’s flight should be landing soon. Right now, his mind was probably filled with whether Cecilia had taken her medication, whether she’d done something reckless. As for how much blood I’d lost— He didn’t care. After the stitches, I sat in the observation room. Zander walked over with the payment receipt. “I covered the fees for now. Your phone died,” he said. “Thank you, Dr. Hayes.” I took the receipt. “Let me get your contact info so I can transfer the money back.” I borrowed a charger from the nurse’s station. As soon as I added him on SnapChat, Hudson’s call came through. “Nina, when are you going to stop this tantrum?” Hudson’s voice was filled with suppressed rage. “Andy said you didn’t take the money and your phone was off. Are you trying to make sure everyone knows you’re jealous?” I glanced at Zander sitting across from me and said calmly, “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” “Then why’d you turn off your phone?” Hudson sneered. “Let me tell you, Cecilia’s condition is really bad right now. Don’t make trouble for me at a time like this. When I get back, we’ll talk about the wedding.” “There’s nothing to talk about.” “What are you trying to pull now?” “Hudson, let’s call off the engagement.” Silence on the other end for two seconds. He laughed derisively, his tone dripping with disdain. “Fine, Nina. You’d better not regret this.” The call ended.

Zander handed me a cup of warm water. “If you need it, I can help you arrange for a caregiver,” he said in a professional tone. “That won’t be necessary. I can take care of myself.” I took the cup. “Thank you for today.” “Just doing my job as a doctor.” He glanced at his watch. “I have a meeting. I should go. If you feel unwell later, come back to the hospital.” “Okay.” Watching his retreating figure, I took a sip of water. Warm—just right to ease the spasms in my stomach. I stayed at the hospital overnight for observation. The next day, gauze still on my forehead, I returned to the house I shared with Hudson. In the living room, two pairs of slippers sat side by side. One was my taupe slippers. The other was a pair of pink bunny slippers. Those were from last month when Cecilia tried to jump off a building and Hudson brought her here to stay temporarily. At the time he’d said, “Cecilia’s depression is acting up. It’s not safe for her to live alone. Be reasonable about this.” I was reasonable. The result? My face wash was replaced with her preferred brand. The closet gained a row of her pajamas. Even the succulents on the balcony were replaced with roses because, according to her, they “made her feel depressed.” On the table sat a half-eaten walnut cake. I’m allergic to walnuts. Hudson always knew this. But Cecilia liked them, so the house was always stocked with walnut cake. Once, I ate some by mistake. My whole body broke out in hives and I couldn’t breathe. Hudson took me to the hospital, but only blamed me: “It’s written so clearly on the package. You didn’t read it yourself—whose fault is that?” He knew. But he didn’t look. I grabbed a garbage bag. I threw in the bunny slippers and the walnut cake. I grabbed the potted roses from the balcony and smashed them into the trash bin, pot and all. I started packing my things. There wasn’t much. Over these five years, I’d spent all my energy trying to fit into Hudson’s life. The closet was full of neutral-colored clothes he preferred. The vanity held the light perfume he was used to smelling. My phone rang. It was Hudson’s mother. “Nina, I heard Hudson went abroad?” Her voice carried its usual criticism. “Yes.” I folded clothes into my suitcase. “Really, you should know better. You know Cecilia’s health is fragile—why didn’t you go take care of her? Hudson’s just a man. How could he be as attentive as you?” I stopped what I was doing. “Mrs. Barrett, I’m Hudson’s fiancée, not Cecilia’s caregiver.” Silence on the other end. “How can you talk like that? Cecilia is so pitiful. Why are you competing with someone who’s ill? Besides, Hudson has a kind heart. As the future Mrs. Barrett, can’t you be more magnanimous?” “I’m very magnanimous,” I said, zipping up my suitcase. “That’s why I’m giving the position of Mrs. Barrett to her.” “What do you mean?” “Exactly what it sounds like.” I hung up. Dragging my suitcase to the door, I looked back at the house I’d lived in for three years. Our engagement photo still hung on the wall. In it, Hudson looked at the camera, but his gaze was distracted. That day during the shoot, Cecilia had sent him a message. Then he went to make a call, leaving me waiting under the stage lights for two hours. I walked over and took down the frame. Face down, I tossed it on the floor. I pulled my suitcase out of the complex. Taking out my phone, I messaged my realtor. [That property in South District—list it for me. The faster the better.] That was the dowry house my parents left me. Hudson had said we’d live there after the wedding since it was close to his company. Now, it wasn’t needed. The realtor replied instantly: [Miss Nina, Mr. Hudson contacted us yesterday about that property. He wants to transfer it to a Miss Lewis.] I stared at the words on the screen. My fingers felt cold.

The realtor called. “Miss Nina, this… Mr. Hudson said you’re getting married soon, so the house is joint property and he has the right to handle it.” Standing by the roadside, I said calmly, “Only my name is on the deed.” “But he had your power of attorney and a copy of your ID…” “The power of attorney is forged. Stop all transactions immediately, or I’ll sue your office too.” I hung up and went straight to the police station. Filed a report, gave a statement, applied to freeze the property transaction. By the time I finished the whole process, it was afternoon. Walking out of the station, I opened SnapChat. On my feed, Cecilia had posted a new update. [Even at the other end of the world, as long as I’m afraid of the dark, he’ll rush over. Next step: moving into our home~] The attached photo showed a slender hand peeling an apple into a heart shape. I knew that hand too well. On the wrist was the limited edition watch I’d scoured the whole city to buy him last year. Below were comments from our mutual friends. [Mr. Hudson is still so devoted. When can we drink at your wedding?] [After all this time, I only recognize you two as a couple!] Hudson replied to the comments: [Don’t talk nonsense. Cecilia needs rest right now.] No denial. His words dripped with indulgence. Cecilia couldn’t wait to be the lady of the house, and Hudson was paving the way for her. I liked the post. In the Barrett family group chat, Hudson’s mother was on a passionate rant. [Young people these days have such tempers, threatening to break up over nothing. They don’t even look at their own qualifications. Who’d want her without the Barrett family?] Several relatives chimed in below. [Exactly. Hudson is so outstanding, and she still isn’t satisfied.] [Cecilia is such a lovely girl—good family background, gentle personality. Such a shame about her fate.] I didn’t argue back. I left the group chat that had suffocated me for years. And I blocked Hudson’s contact. After doing all this, the tightness in my chest suddenly disappeared. I even had the mood to find a hotel and check in. That evening, I ordered Japanese food delivery. Hudson used to say takeout wasn’t clean and insisted I go to the market to buy fresh ingredients and cook from scratch. Now, eating salmon, I felt liberated. Halfway through the meal, an unknown number called. “Nina, have you lost your mind?” Hudson’s roar came through the receiver. “Why did you call the police? That house would just sit empty anyway. What’s wrong with letting Cecilia stay there temporarily after she returns home?” “Does ‘staying temporarily’ require transferring the deed to her name?” “The realtor got it wrong! I just wanted to add her name to give her security!” Hudson spoke as if it were perfectly reasonable. “Using my premarital property to give her security?” I laughed. “Nina, don’t twist my words like that. We’re getting married soon—what’s yours is mine, isn’t it? You got the police involved at the realtor’s office. Where does that leave my reputation?” He only ever cared about his reputation. “Hudson, we’re not getting married.” “Not this again!” His voice was irritable. “Do you think that by leaving the group chat and blocking me, I’ll come running back to coddle you? Let me tell you, if you don’t drop the case this time, the wedding is postponed indefinitely!” “Whatever.” I hung up and blocked that number too.

The next day, I went to the bridal boutique. The custom wedding dress I’d tried on three times and altered twice hung in the display window. The shop manager saw me and greeted me with a beaming smile. “Miss Nina, we’ve taken in the waist as you requested. Would you like to try it on again?” I stood in front of the window. The pure white wedding dress and the white gauze on my forehead overlapped. I once thought that putting on this dress would mark the day my five years of waiting finally paid off. I reached out and gently touched the tulle on the hem. No anger as I’d imagined. No grief either. “No need to try it on,” I said, withdrawing my hand, my tone calm. The manager froze. “Then… shall I wrap it up for you?” “Get a trash bag,” I said, smiling faintly at her. “Throw it away.” “Miss Nina! This was hand-sewn by a French designer…” Ignoring the manager, I turned and pushed open the boutique door. Just as I reached the intersection, a car screeched to a halt in front of me. The door swung open and Hudson stepped out quickly. He wore a trench coat. Stubble had grown on his chin from catching overnight flights. His brow was furrowed in its habitual way, his expression agitated. “Nina! When are you going to stop this tantrum—” He’d been about to yell at me, but when his gaze landed on my pale face and the gauze on my forehead, his pupils constricted sharply. He froze, a trace of panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to your head?” He instinctively raised his hand to touch my forehead. Just as his fingertips were about to make contact, I flinched backward. Hudson’s hand hung suspended in midair. Bewilderment flashed through his eyes. In these five years, I’d always been the one to lean my face into his palm. I’d never pulled away from him before. His fingers slowly lowered as he tried to mask his panic with coldness. “What exactly are you trying to pull?” His tone softened slightly, but still carried condescension. “To force me to come back, you’re even throwing away the wedding dress? Fine, Nina. You win. I’m back.” “I didn’t transfer the house to Cecilia either. I’m doing everything your way, okay?” He paused. “I’ll take you shopping for a bag later. Stop being upset.” I looked at him coldly. A breeze swept past, carrying his cedarwood scent. Mixed with the cedarwood was a trace of Cecilia’s sickly sweet perfume. On the edge of his collar was a smudge of lipstick. Before, whenever I detected these scents and marks on him, nausea would rise in my stomach. Jealousy and hurt would keep me awake all night. But now, I felt strangely calm. “Hudson,” I said, my voice gentle. He looked at me, relief washing over his face. “Yeah? You done being mad?” “I’m not allergic anymore,” I said softly, looking at him. Hudson froze, bewildered. “What allergy? Did you eat something wrong?” “Before, whenever I smelled her perfume on you, I’d feel nauseous.” I tugged at the corner of my mouth, giving him a small smile. “But now, looking at her lipstick stain on your collar, I don’t feel anything at all.” Hudson’s face instantly drained of color. His lips trembled faintly, as if he finally realized— I wasn’t throwing a tantrum. I truly didn’t care anymore. “Nina…” He lunged forward to grab my wrist, panic overtaking him. “Don’t say things like that! The wedding is still on for next month. I promise you, after we’re married I’ll absolutely keep my distance from her…” I didn’t struggle. I let him grip my wrist. His palm was hot, filled with urgency, but I only felt exhausted. My gaze fell on my ring finger—on that mediocre engagement ring. Cecilia had casually remarked that “solitaires are too tacky, they have no soul,” so Hudson bought me this plain band instead. I slowly raised my hand, pinched the ring, and gently slid it off. The ring came off easily—too loose. It didn’t take any effort at all. My finger didn’t even have an indentation from wearing it, as if it had never belonged there. “Nina! What are you doing!” Hudson’s voice cracked completely. His grip on my wrist tightened suddenly. Ignoring his loss of control, I simply placed the ring in his trench coat pocket. “Give it back to you,” I said, raising my head to look calmly at his reddening eyes. “This ring, along with you—neither was made for me in the first place.” With that, I yanked my hand free. A stark red mark now encircled my wrist. I didn’t even rub it. I turned, raised my hand, and flagged down a passing taxi. “Drive.”

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Late at night, a phone call came in. As soon as I answered, I heard my wife’s moans mixed with her best friend’s fiancé’s. The man panted and said, “This makes it more thrilling.” Then the call was abruptly disconnected. I flew into a rage immediately and rushed out to find them. In the end, I discovered Ellis and her boy toy having sex in the company office. Nine years of marriage, and my wife frequently worked overtime, neglecting both me and our son. I kept lying to myself that she was just career-driven, that she still had me in her heart. I never imagined she’d been keeping a man on the side at the office! I grabbed a wooden chair, about to beat that man to death, when a gunshot hit my wrist. Ellis smiled as she pressed the gun to my forehead: “I never loved you. Be smart about this. Your father just died recently—do you want to join him?” Before I could answer, the gun fired accidentally, and I died on the spot. My eyes snapped open. I had been reborn. My phone screen was lit up with a message from her: “I’m busy today. I won’t be attending your father’s funeral.” I stared at the screen and slowly curved my lips into a smile. This time, I won’t come looking for you two. I’ll make you crawl to me and beg for mercy.

“Honey, you’re coming with me to try on suits. Won’t Howard be angry? I heard today is the day Howard’s father is being buried…” Roger’s voice carried a hint of guilt. Ellis quickly reassured him, “It’s fine. Atalanta is dead, and what she owed you, I’ll make up for on her behalf. After all, I’m Atalanta’s best friend! Besides, don’t worry. Howard understands. Anyway, it’s his dad who died, not mine. Whether I go or not doesn’t matter.” “Mm, thank you, Ellis.” Roger hugged Ellis tightly. The video cut off there. I knew Roger had sent me this video. Just like in my previous life, he knew exactly how to provoke me. But I would never be the same as before. I simply replied, “Don’t worry, I know your fiancée died and you’re hurting. I’m the one who asked my wife to go comfort you. I won’t be angry.” Then I forwarded the screenshot to Ellis: “Ellis, take good care of Mr. Roger and tell him not to worry.” After that, I didn’t look at my phone again. After handling my father’s funeral arrangements, my mom looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. I forced out a smile. “Mom, quit your job.” My mom froze, then as if realizing something, quickly nodded. “Okay, I’ll handle it as soon as possible and then leave. You two should leave quickly too.” “Mm.” We tacitly avoided mentioning our rebirth. After we parted, I took my son home. I just didn’t expect Ellis to be there. When she saw me, she looked extremely flustered. “Howard, don’t misunderstand. I was just worried Roger would be sad, so I…” “I understand everything. You’re already working so hard earning money to support our family. Atalanta was your best friend, and she died because of you. It’s only right that you take care of her fiancé.” “Howard, you…” Ellis looked at me in disbelief. Yes, she was right to be suspicious. After all, in my previous life, I had absolutely despised Roger. Even when Atalanta was still alive, I didn’t like Roger. I always felt this man had ulterior motives being with Atalanta, but Ellis said I was just jealous. “Just because Roger is more handsome than you, you say he’s scheming? Howard, you’ve disappointed me so much.” That was the first time we argued over Roger. “Howard, you’re really not angry?” Ellis asked again. I nodded. “Mm.” Seeing that I didn’t seem to be pretending, Ellis breathed a sigh of relief. I took the opportunity to slip the divorce papers among some insurance documents for her to sign. Perhaps because she felt guilty toward me, Ellis signed without even looking. And as I watched the freshly signed divorce agreement, my eyes were filled with nothing but hatred. Ellis, since in your previous life you didn’t hesitate to kill my entire family for this man, I’ll fulfill your wish this lifetime. I want to see—between money and this man, which will you choose. After that, Ellis behaved very well, even taking the initiative to drop our son off at school. But I didn’t expect Roger to lose his patience.

That evening, after Ellis picked up our son, she didn’t come home for a long time. No matter how many times I called, she wouldn’t answer. Frightened, I rushed out to find them. But as soon as I opened the door, I saw Ellis with a dark expression on her face. Not seeing my son, I was about to ask when Ellis’s palm struck my face. “Howard, I thought you were truly understanding, but I never imagined you’d deceive me! You incited our son to target Roger. Is that fun for you?” I didn’t know what had happened, but it wasn’t hard to guess—Roger must have staged something. “I didn’t.” But Ellis didn’t believe me at all. I asked where our son was, and she snorted coldly. “If he does something wrong, naturally he must be punished.” My heart clenched. Ellis glared at me viciously. To keep her stable, I said nothing more and simply apologized. Ellis’s attitude softened, and she told me to apologize to Roger. I went. He pretended to be terrified, hiding behind Ellis. In the end, I knelt in the pouring rain all night before Ellis finally calmed down. After bringing my son home, I finally learned what had happened. I never expected Roger would scheme against even such a small child. Elliott said that when Ellis picked him up, Roger was already in the car. Later, Elliott didn’t know what happened, but Roger suddenly said he felt unwell and mentioned something about allergies. Ellis immediately decided that Elliott had deliberately caused Roger’s allergic reaction. Looking at my son’s swollen eyes from crying, my heart ached terribly. In that moment, my desire to kill them peaked. After that, Ellis didn’t come home, staying away to comfort Roger. I was actually relieved to have the peace and quiet. But I didn’t expect that when she returned, she brought Roger with her. “Roger has been living in the house he used to rent with Atalanta. Now every object there reminds him of her. Our house is so big—one more person won’t make a difference.” Ellis wasn’t asking for my opinion—she was informing me. I said nothing, only looked at Roger. At this point, all the neighbors knew that Ellis had brought her best friend’s fiancé to stay and care for him. They all praised Ellis. “Miss Ellis is so righteous.” “Exactly. Atalanta was so lucky to have a friend like Miss Ellis.” Even Roger nodded along. “Yes, I’m truly grateful to Miss Ellis during this time. If not for her, I don’t know if I could have gone on living.” When Roger cried, Ellis tenderly held him in her arms. But she seemed to forget this was our home, and she was my wife. The onlookers also froze. When Ellis realized something was wrong, she quickly released Roger. “Howard, you take care of Mr. Roger first. I’m going to visit Atalanta’s grave.” The next moment, Ellis hugged me. “Thank you for your hard work.” Now no one around said anything else. I was nearly disgusted by her, but still pretended nothing had happened. After Ellis left, my son looked at me in confusion. “Dad, do we have to let him come? I don’t like him.” I didn’t know how to tell my son about our rebirth. When we first returned after rebirth, my son hugged me and cried for a long time. He said: “Dad, I had a terrible nightmare. Mom got together with that man. Mom killed us all because of him. I’m so scared…” It took me a while to calm my son down. But from that moment on, he stopped being close to Ellis. In the past, if she missed his birthday, my son would ignore her for days without me even having to get angry. Actually, before Roger appeared, our family was the most important thing to Ellis. Ellis once chased a thief an entire street to get my stolen wallet back, falling and bloodying her legs but refusing to let go. Later, after the thief was caught, he asked her, “Was it worth it for just a wallet?” She wiped the blood on her knees and said, “Howard’s ID is in there. He’d have to take time off work to replace it. I don’t want him to miss work.” When she was pregnant with our son, her morning sickness was severe, yet she secretly turned down a promotion interview at headquarters. I only found out later from her colleague that the interviewer had waited for her all afternoon that day. I asked her why she didn’t tell me. She said, “There will be other chances for promotion. My child with you is more important.”

You see, when a woman truly loves you, she really loves you. But when she doesn’t love you anymore, she truly doesn’t. Ellis once said, “Howard, my parents left me early. Your parents are my parents.” But later, she personally killed our entire family because of that man, Roger. So now, Ellis deserved to die even more than Roger. “Elliott, do you remember what Dad told you?” My son nodded innocently. I smiled. “Then listen to Dad. Don’t show that you dislike Roger. Dad and Grandma will take you away soon, okay?” “Okay.” Elliott was very obedient and said nothing more. My mom also sent me a message—she had already processed her resignation and could leave in another two weeks. On my end, I had the divorce agreement and evidence of Ellis’s affair. The lawyer said it wouldn’t take two weeks to finalize our divorce. According to the agreement, Ellis would leave with nothing. I was very clear that killing Ellis to avenge my previous life would be too easy for her. I had to make Ellis understand what it meant to wish for death. But as soon as she left, Roger dropped his act. The gentle, vulnerable person he was in front of Ellis became snarling in front of me. “Howard, I really underestimated you. Ellis has made it so obvious, yet you still won’t divorce her?” Facing Roger’s eyes that looked like they wanted to devour me alive, I couldn’t help but laugh. You want to claim your position so badly? Fine, I’ll grant your wish. Just before Ellis and Roger entered, I had already obtained the most crucial evidence. These two were truly ruthless. Ellis was right about one thing—Atalanta had indeed saved her life. Yet she personally caused Atalanta’s death. “Howard, if I were you, I would have gone and died already.” “Is that so? Someone who seduces her best friend’s husband hasn’t died yet. Why should I?” I didn’t hold back with Roger. Since Ellis wasn’t here, I had no need to pretend. We stared at each other with hostility for a long time, until the servants finished organizing Roger’s belongings. Watching his things being moved into the master bedroom, I said nothing. I was leaving anyway. If that bitch wanted to serve him, whatever. I didn’t want to be crushed by a dog. That evening, Elliott and I were having dinner when Roger suddenly screamed upstairs. At the same moment, the door opened and Ellis came back. But she didn’t even look at us and went straight upstairs. Soon, Ellis came downstairs seething with anger. Seeing her emotional state was off, I quickly moved Elliott behind me to protect him. “Howard, I never expected you to play one game to my face and another behind my back.” Facing Ellis’s eyes that looked like they wanted to eat me alive, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Howard, you’re the one who let Roger stay in the master bedroom. Why did you deliberately put a knife on the bed? Are you trying to kill him?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Me? Put a knife there?” “Wasn’t it you?” “Then let’s check the surveillance footage.” As soon as I said that, Roger, who had been crying at the top of the stairs, turned pale. “You installed surveillance in the master bedroom?” “My house. Can’t I install surveillance wherever I want?” My rhetorical question instantly shut Roger up. “Fine, I want to see just how vicious you are.” Ellis was about to go to the surveillance room but was stopped by Roger. “Ellis, I’m fine. Don’t fight with Howard because of me.” Roger said many things. Ellis listened gently and even praised him: “Howard, you need to learn more from Roger.” I looked expressionlessly at these two despicable people, nearly vomiting. But I held it in. That night, nothing happened, except Ellis stayed in Roger’s room.

After that, Roger and Ellis were brazenly affectionate, and I turned a blind eye to it all. On the surface, I obeyed Ellis in everything and treated Roger exceptionally well too. Sometimes I even acted quite servile. Ellis saw it all, and her guilt toward me grew day by day. Now when she looked at me, her eyes were much softer. Sometimes she would even ignore some of Roger’s demands because of me. Roger gradually realized I was doing it deliberately, so he started acting even more than I did. Of course, what Roger did most was frame me. Unfortunately, having been reborn, I already knew all his tactics inside and out. When he framed me for pushing him, I injured myself instead. He fell to the ground, while I lay in a pool of blood. What could Ellis say when she saw me covered in blood? She would take me to the hospital. Every time this happened, Roger would stomp his feet in anger. And I took advantage of being alone with Ellis at the hospital to play recordings of Roger provoking me. Then I gently held her hand. “Ellis, I know Roger is like this because Atalanta died. I don’t blame him. Please don’t trouble him, okay? He’s already so pitiful. My son and I are fine. We’ll both help him get through this.” My appearance, with reddened eyes, swallowing my grievances, completely pulled Ellis’s heart back to my side. As soon as I was discharged, she pulled me into intimacy. But I was terrified. I quickly made some noise. Sure enough, within three seconds Roger rushed in. “Ellis, I don’t feel well. Can you take me to the hospital?” “Call the driver.” Ellis was displeased at being interrupted at such a passionate moment, and even her expression toward Roger turned sour. Roger was instantly heartbroken. As the husband, I expressed understanding. “It’s fine. You should go with Mr. Roger to the hospital first. If Atalanta were watching from heaven and saw us ignoring Mr. Roger, she’d be sad.” When I mentioned Atalanta, Ellis, though displeased, still got out of bed. A minute later, the car left the villa. I watched them leave from the balcony before going to my son’s room. Elliott had been ready for a while. Seeing the smile on my face, he asked, “Dad, can we leave now?” I nodded. After enduring for two weeks, it was time to go. During these two weeks, I had to endure Roger’s provocations while also enduring strange looks from those around me. No one knew how I got through it. But I knew it was time for blood debts to be repaid. When Elliott and I arrived at the airport, my mom was already there. Before boarding, Ellis sent me a message: “Howard, Roger’s situation is a bit complicated. Go to sleep first, don’t wait for me.” Seeing the message, I couldn’t help but laugh. Such good acting. She probably didn’t know yet that Roger and I communicated quite smoothly in private. Just now, Roger had also sent me a message: “Your wife is mine tonight.” Attached was a video of the two of them in bed. I didn’t reply to either of their messages, but I did something else. After completing the operation, I turned off my phone. In that moment, I felt completely liberated. The next instant, Ellis, who was in the middle of sex, received a call from her assistant. “You better have a good reason.” “Miss Ellis, you need to check the company’s official website immediately.” After the assistant finished speaking, Ellis impatiently opened the website. With just one glance, her face turned pale. “No, this can’t be.”

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That year of purest love, Wesley told me with red-rimmed eyes that her world was silent. To scrape together the two hundred thousand dollars for her cochlear implant, I worked three jobs a day. The calluses on my hands wore through layer after layer, and I couldn’t even bear to buy a one-dollar bottle of water. My friends all laughed at me for being foolish: “You’re literally selling yourself to buy her an ear!” I just smiled. As long as she could hear, anything I did would be worth it. The day Wesley got her cochlear implant, she held me and cried for a long time: “Ronald, you’re so good to me. I’ll never leave you for the rest of my life.” I held her tightly, planning out our future together. The night I had saved up enough money to propose to her, I saw Wesley leaning against the window smoking and talking on the phone. The cochlear implant I had bought her was carelessly thrown on the floor. Her friend’s sharp voice came through: “Have you actually fallen for that idiot? William will be back in three days!” She laughed, her tone casual: “What’s the rush? I’m not done playing yet. When William comes back, I’ll dump Ronald immediately.” I closed my eyes, my palms clenched tight. So her deafness had all been an act. My two years of wholehearted devotion had been nothing but a scam.

Two minutes later, Wesley stubbed out her cigarette and walked straight toward me, her finger lightly touching the corner of my eye. Her voice was low and husky: “Having a nightmare?” It was just a normal expression of concern, yet it sent chills through me. Disgust welled up as I swatted her hand away. I suddenly opened my eyes and met her gaze: “You lied to me. You don’t have any hearing impairment at all. Why would you do this?!” Unlike my breakdown, Wesley seemed to have been mentally prepared for this, as if she had anticipated this day would come. “What, I’m a normal person and you’re unhappy about it?” Wesley glanced at the cochlear implant on the table and sneered, as if it were just an insignificant decoration. “You’re the one who was full of himself. You’re the one who was willing to work and earn money to buy me the implant. From start to finish, you never asked for my opinion.” “I’ve already played along with you for two years—I’ve done more than enough. We’re still dating just fine now, so why dwell on these trivial matters!” Trivial matters? I couldn’t understand the person before me, couldn’t comprehend how she could lie to me and still feel so at ease. Back then, I had felt sorry for Wesley’s hearing impairment and how she never talked much with others. To help her regain confidence, I worked myself to the bone. During the most extreme few months, I even worked seven jobs a day, so busy I couldn’t even stop to drink water. My friend Johnson laughed at me for being the ultimate lovesick fool, saying I was destroying my body for a woman. I shook my head and shot back with my eyes full of concern: “You don’t know how hard the world is for disabled people. I don’t want to see Wesley excluded anymore. I want her to see and hear the beauty of this world!” Later, I finally bought the latest cochlear implant on the market. Wesley stared at my bloodshot eyes and abraded fingers, stunned for a long while. She reached out to touch my face, her eyes reddening: “Ronald, you’re so good to me. I’ll never let you down for the rest of my life.” Thinking back to those two years of sweet moments together, I felt nothing but chills running through my body. And the culprit acted as if nothing had happened, trampling all over my genuine feelings. “It’s all my fault for not explaining this misunderstanding in time. You wouldn’t break up with me over something this small, would you?” I opened my mouth blankly, unable to say a word. Wesley really knew how to manipulate people’s hearts. She knew how deeply I loved her, that I couldn’t bear to break up. Seeing me lower my head with my shoulders trembling slightly, a flash of something strange crossed Wesley’s eyes—perhaps a hint of guilt. “Alright, it’s all my fault. I won’t lie to you again, okay?” I was about to press her further about who this William from the phone call was when a sudden urgent ringtone interrupted me. Wesley’s usually composed eyes instantly filled with urgency—an excitement I had never seen before. “Ronald…” I opened my mouth to call her, but Wesley hastily changed clothes and rushed out the door, tossing out: “Something came up at work, I won’t be home for dinner!” But I saw through it immediately. This was just her clumsy excuse—her sweetheart from abroad must have returned. I laughed at myself bitterly, my chest aching dully.

I got up and threw the cochlear implant from the table into the trash, then looked around this modest apartment. After Wesley and I officially got together following graduation, she had me move into this place. It was close to the subway station, convenient for commuting to work. Whenever I asked about the origin of this apartment, Wesley would brush it off: “It was left by my family.” But what family would buy a newly renovated European-style apartment in the city center? It clearly had been personally designed by someone. But back then, my heart and mind were full of Wesley. I hadn’t noticed these odd details at all. No wonder Wesley could easily land an internship at a big company right after graduation despite her disability, not even needing an interview. No wonder Wesley rarely wore her cochlear implant—it wasn’t that she didn’t treasure it, but that she didn’t need it at all. So all of her experiences were fake. The hearing impairment was fake, the impoverished family background was fake, even her love for me and wanting to marry me were all fake! I closed my eyes, struggling to process the grief in my heart, thinking back to what she had said during that phone call. “Ronald is mine now. I’m not done playing yet!” “When William returns home, I’ll naturally marry him!” Wesley, you really hid it well! At seven in the evening, I packed up all my belongings in the house. Since I had decided to leave, I needed to leave cleanly. My gaze swept over every corner of the apartment—the matching couple’s dinnerware we bought together, the couple’s slippers, the potted plant we spent two hours picking out… Memories were like a merciless hand, gripping my throat tightly, making it hard to breathe. Just then, the door was pushed open directly, and William’s handsome features appeared before my eyes. “Who are you, and why are you in our home!” ‘Our home’—it took me several seconds to process that. William quickly sneered, his slender finger pointing right at my face: “I remember now. You’re that little lover Wesley mentioned out of spite, saying she wanted to marry you?” “Looks like her taste really is mediocre!” I ignored William’s mockery and grabbed his provocative finger, flinging it down. “I’m not her secret lover. I’m her boyfriend. You’re the one who’s the homewrecker now.” At these words, William’s brow furrowed sharply, his eyes taking on a vicious edge. He smiled lightly, then suddenly his foot twisted and he crashed hard into the nearby shoe cabinet, groaning in pain. Wesley entered carrying shopping bags just in time to see this scene. William was clutching his waist, barely propping himself up on the floor, his features twisted in pain. I instinctively tried to explain, but Wesley slapped me across the face. My mouth burned with pain. I thought it might split open. “William just got back to the country—do you really have to target him like this!” “Don’t you know William injured his knee and can’t handle any impact? You’re trying to cripple him completely!” Wesley’s words were extremely harsh, as if I were some kind of irredeemable villain. But she knew full well I had never thought such things about anyone, never hurt anyone. Yet she only believed William’s one-sided story. “I didn’t—I never even touched him!” William immediately spoke up, cutting off my explanation: “Maybe your boyfriend doesn’t want me here. I should just go stay elsewhere and not disturb you two…” “And about helping me with work when I return—you don’t need to worry about that anymore. I shouldn’t have come to you!” Hearing this, Wesley’s heart immediately clenched. She quickly embraced William to comfort him, her eyes overflowing with tenderness. “William, we bought this apartment together. It’s your home too. How can you not want me, not want this place…” After saying this, Wesley suddenly looked at me and issued an eviction order: “Ronald, you don’t need to live here anymore. Move to a hotel—my treat!” I pulled at the corner of my mouth. So with just one word from William, I didn’t even have the right to live here anymore. Perfect. I had no intention of staying anyway! I straightened my spine and dragged two suitcases toward the exit. As I passed, Wesley frowned at me, seeming to want to say something, but was interrupted by William’s cry of pain.

The night was truly cold. Dragging two large suitcases, my body shivered as I sneezed several times in a row. Wesley used to be most afraid of me getting sick. Whenever the weather changed, she wouldn’t let me go outside in the wind. Now, Wesley hadn’t even called once. After checking into a hotel, I started looking for landlords to rent from, but then I received an anonymous video. In the video, William was tugging at Wesley’s clothes, their tongues entwined, their faces flushed. He suddenly retrieved a black cochlear implant from the trash can, as if he’d found some amusing toy, and laughed: “Wesley, you’ve been playing it pretty wild here in the country behind my back—pretending to be deaf and mute?” Wesley glanced contemptuously at the filthy implant, snatched it away and tossed it aside, continuing to kiss him. She responded to William’s words in fragments: “Just messing with him… Who told him to take it seriously… That thing disgusts me!” My breathing slowed instantly, until all I could hear was the strong pounding of my heart. So the hundred-thousand-dollar cochlear implant I had worked myself to death to buy her was just disgusting garbage in her eyes! I clutched my chest, trying to ease the discomfort there, my breathing becoming labored. Just then, Grandpa called me, asking cheerfully: “Ronald, when are you and Wesley coming back to visit?” After my parents died in a car accident, Grandpa became my only emotional pillar. I went back to visit him several times every year. Before, I went alone. Later, Wesley accompanied me. I didn’t know how to face Grandpa, and fell silent. Grandpa was still beaming with joy, chattering away: “Wesley said you two are getting married this year. Grandpa will take his medicine on time and stay healthy so I can attend your wedding…” With each sentence Grandpa spoke, my shame deepened. I could only hastily hang up, unable to face him any longer. I blocked the burner account that sent the video and warned William: [Wesley and I will end things. You don’t need to provoke me.] That day, I remembered I had left something at Wesley’s apartment and took a taxi to retrieve it. I ran right into Wesley, who was about to go out. Looking up, I noticed several kiss marks on her neck—left by William. Wesley frowned and grabbed my arm, demanding to know why I hadn’t been responding to her messages these past few days. I ignored her. “My mom said to come home this week for dinner to discuss wedding plans.” I laughed out loud, looking at her with incomprehension: “Aren’t you supposed to marry William? Why are you telling me this? Do you need me to participate in your wedding too?” Wesley looked down at me, annoyance flashing across her brow: “My mom doesn’t like William. I won’t hold a public wedding ceremony with him. The wedding agreement I gave you still stands—I won’t owe you anything!” I was almost amused by these shameless words. “Wesley, from the moment you lied to me, we were already over!” “I’m not a tool for you and William to flirt with, and I’m not your cover for sneaking around!” “The wedding agreement is void. I won’t marry you. Let’s part on good terms from now on!” Wesley looked at me strangely, then laughed mockingly: “Ronald, don’t be jealous like this. I’m not joking with you. Besides this heart that I can’t give you, I can give you the title and everything else!” “Stop making a scene. My mom already had someone calculate an auspicious wedding date—it’s next month!” “You don’t want to disappoint your only living relative, do you?” Another naked threat and manipulation. Wesley had calculated that I couldn’t leave her and couldn’t bear to disappoint Grandpa. I was almost laughing with anger, my heart filled with despair.

Wesley threatened me with Grandpa’s health, forcing me to continue playing the role of loving couple with her to reassure her mother, Fiona. “Ronald, out of all the boys around Wesley, you’re the one who puts my mind most at ease. You two must have a smooth wedding and stay together for life!” Fiona’s words left me mentally exhausted, yet helpless. For the next month, Wesley treated me with the same meticulous care and gentle consideration as before, accompanying me to try on suits and rings. Looking at the gleaming ring on my hand, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Wesley, your sincerity is worthless. Aren’t you afraid William will go crazy when he finds out?” At the mention of William’s name, something strange flashed in Wesley’s eyes. “I’ll pacify William. He won’t throw jealous fits like you do. You just need to play the role of a happy groom!” Sometimes I truly hated Wesley’s cruelty, yet at other times I found myself helplessly drawn into this gentle whirlpool. I couldn’t tell whether Wesley had ever felt even a shred of genuine feeling for me. As the wedding approached, Grandpa grew noticeably more excited, unable to sleep all night, whispering to me over the phone: “Grandpa’s getting old. My only wish is to see you married with children. You’ve found someone you love—Grandpa is so happy…” “Grandpa has never seen you look so happy and content. Only this girl Wesley puts my mind at ease!” Listening to Grandpa’s rambling, I suddenly couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. It was just one wedding—I might as well fulfill this final wish for the old man. That’s what I naively thought, never imagining that William’s jealousy would strike so fiercely. The day I got off work, I was forcibly dragged into the underground parking garage. William threw two punches at me, furious: “Ronald, you’re really shameless enough! Wesley doesn’t love you at all, yet you still want to cling to her!” “You think that by stealing my position, you can be with her?!” “I’m telling you, I will never allow anyone to shake my position. Just you wait—I absolutely won’t let you off easy!” William’s words made my heart tighten. I couldn’t help but mock him back: “Wesley is the one who insists on marrying me. If you’re so capable, make her whole family change their minds!” “Oh right, Fiona can’t stand your scheming nature anyway!” William’s face flushed red with anger, his eyes practically shooting flames. He clenched his fists and said viciously: “Then just wait and see!” The day before the wedding, William sent me a string of strange numbers that looked vaguely familiar. When I tried to ask about it, he had already blocked me. On the wedding day, I kept feeling something was wrong, my heart filled with unease. Wesley still acted as before, playing the part of a qualified lover. For a moment, I thought we had returned to the past, back to when she still loved me. Suddenly my phone vibrated several times. It was an unknown number, and Grandpa’s voice came from the other end. William must have said something to Grandpa. I could hear Grandpa’s labored breathing and the two of them scuffling and arguing. I frowned and said “Hello,” but no one responded. I took it as just a minor incident. Suddenly, people outside the wedding venue began to panic. Someone shouted: “Someone fell from the building!” My heart pounded frantically, my vision blurred, and I desperately ran over to check. Wesley followed as well, but lying on the first floor in agony was William. What was going on?! Wesley rushed down from the second floor like a madwoman, embracing William, her eyes crawling with bloodshot veins. William cried out: “Wesley, save me! Ronald and his grandfather worked together to try to kill me!” Hearing Grandpa’s name, I frantically ran over, only to see him lying at the corner of the staircase, gasping for breath, his face pale, with several scratches on his body. “Ronald…” I strained to listen, but Grandpa’s breath was weak, in a near-shock state. I shouted to Wesley: “Wesley, quick, get someone to drive! My grandpa is dying!” “Wesley, I’m begging you, please come save my grandpa. I promise I’ll be obedient from now on!” The only response was Wesley’s voice, dripping with disgust: “Ronald, you and your grandfather schemed to hurt William and made him break his leg. I’ll definitely settle this score with you!” Wesley held William and rushed to the hospital, ordering everyone present not to call an ambulance for me. I held Grandpa’s gradually cooling body, suddenly realizing something. I let out a heart-wrenching cry: “Grandpa!” The person ahead paused briefly in their steps, then sneered contemptuously: “Ronald, your acting is too clumsy. I won’t believe you again!”

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The whole hospital said that my fiancé Fernandez blocked a knife from a violent patient for me, loving me to the bone. I waited eight years for our wedding. I gave everything to his medical career. Even after being stood up seven times at the marriage license office, I never complained. I stayed up countless nights writing papers to help him get promoted to Associate Chief Physician, giving up my own advancement to stay at this small hospital. After finishing my Valentine’s Day night shift, I took out the wedding rings I’d bought, wanting to surprise him and bring up registering our marriage again. But he just loosened his tie and irritably pushed my hand away. “Stop making a fuss! Don’t you know how busy the department has been lately?” My heart sank with bitterness. He went to hand over his shift. Suddenly, a message popped up on the smartwatch he’d left on the desk. I glanced at it reflexively. The sender’s name was actually “Wife.” “I’ve booked the Valentine’s Day honeymoon suite. Our family of three can go see the ocean.” He has a wife? My mind went blank. Then I found his other Instagram account. The photo album was full of him in a suit, kissing another woman passionately. Yesterday he’d even posted a prenatal checkup report. Footsteps echoed from the stairwell corridor. I threw the wedding rings into the trash. I sent all the evidence of his embezzlement to the hospital director. Let me send you one more big gift for your honeymoon trip. Let’s see if you can handle it.

I pressed Enter. The mouse arrow froze on the words “Sent Successfully.” This was the first time in eight years I hadn’t compromised. The email attachments contained all the evidence I’d collected of Fernandez’s embezzlement and illegal kickbacks. This was enough to get him taken away by the anti-corruption department for investigation on his first day back at work. Taking a deep breath, I suppressed my rage at being betrayed and walked toward my general practice office. I wanted to see with my own eyes how pathetic he’d look when suspended for investigation. I pushed open the office door. The person inside wasn’t Fernandez. My desk had been completely cleared out. The medical textbooks that used to sit on my desk were thrown in the trash. The matching couple’s cups I’d bought were also shattered into pieces, soaking in dirty water. Ivanka sat in my office chair. She wore the white coat I’d stayed up all night embroidering Fernandez’s name on. She was leisurely applying lipstick using my makeup mirror. “What are you doing? Who gave you permission to touch my personal belongings!” I strode forward and demanded sharply. Ivanka turned her head, looked me up and down, and sneered with contempt. “Dr. Nadal, do you still think you’re the star physician here?” “You’re involved in serious misconduct. This office no longer belongs to you.” I stood there frozen, not yet understanding what she meant. Familiar footsteps came from outside the door. Fernandez walked in with a cold expression. He threw a disciplinary document stamped with an official seal right in my face. The paper scraped across my cheek, stinging sharply. I looked down at the document on the floor. The bold text was striking. “Suspension Notice Regarding Nadal’s Suspected Theft of Patient Privacy and Tampering with Department Financial Data.” “Fernandez, have you lost your mind?” I stared at him intensely. His eyes held none of their former affection, only coldness and disgust. “Nadal, the evidence is irrefutable. You still have the nerve to question me?” As soon as he finished speaking, several colleagues who’d been on good terms with me crowded through the door. Leading them was Barbara, the senior financial supervisor I’d mentored personally. Barbara’s eyes flickered away for a moment, then she pointed at me and accused loudly. “Director Fernandez, I saw with my own eyes that Dr. Nadal used your computer to download patient information and modified last month’s supply accounts!” “When she gave them to me to sign, I thought you’d authorized it. Who knew she had such evil intentions!” My head buzzed. Over these eight years, to help Fernandez get promoted to Associate Chief Physician, I’d been the one covering up all his messy accounts. When Barbara’s elderly relative got sick, I’d paid her medical expenses out of my own pocket. Now, to curry favor with the soon-to-be-promoted Fernandez, she directly came forward to give false testimony against me. Ivanka stood up at this moment and intimately took Fernandez’s arm. She squeezed out two tears from the corners of her eyes, putting on a sympathetic act. “Nadal, I know you’re jealous that Fernandez got promoted quickly, but you can’t sell patient privacy for money.” “Fernandez is a sentimental person. If you just kneel down and apologize now, he’ll definitely protect you in front of the director.” She kept saying “Fernandez, Fernandez” in a way that made me sick. “I sold privacy? These accounts were clearly…” I pulled out my phone to retrieve the original backup from the cloud to refute them. Fernandez didn’t give me a chance to speak. He directly called the security guards at the door. “Security! Drag this emotionally unstable rule-breaker out. Don’t let her make a scene here!” Two security guards rushed in and clamped down on both my arms. My phone was knocked to the ground, the screen shattered to pieces. I struggled to raise my head and met Fernandez’s condescending gaze. “Nadal, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” “Starting today, I’ll make you notorious throughout Chicago’s entire medical system.” The security guards roughly dragged me out of the office. The hallway was full of doctors and patients giving me strange looks. But I didn’t expect that an even greater crisis was waiting for me outside the outpatient building.

The security guards pushed me out of the lobby without mercy. The steps outside had just been rained on. I stumbled and fell heavily into the muddy water. My knee scraped open, but I couldn’t care about the pain. The automatic sensing door of the outpatient building closed mercilessly behind me. I stood dazed in the cold wind with nowhere to go. Suddenly, a man rushed out from the shadows by the flower bed. He was disheveled with bloodshot eyes, clutching a butcher knife. “Nadal! Quack! I’ll kill you!” My pupils contracted. It was the family member of a patient who’d caused a disturbance in the emergency department eight years ago over surgical complications! That surgery was clearly performed by Fernandez. I’d taken the family’s anger for him, even spending a full day and night with him at the police station giving statements. Why would he appear at this moment? And how did he know my name exactly? I had no time to think. Instinct drove me to turn and run back. The blade swept past my ear, cutting off a strand of my hair. I ran desperately toward the side safety passage, trying to rush through the door to seek help. Just as I was about to grasp the door handle, that heavy glass door was slammed shut from inside. It was Fernandez. He stood right behind the door, pulling the terrified Ivanka into his arms, dragging her into the passage and locking the safety latch. With a “click.” The lock engaged. My last hope vanished. He’d shut me out in the danger zone. The violent patient’s footsteps closed in behind me. I pounded desperately on the thick glass with both hands, tears flooding my eyes. “Fernandez! Open the door! Please open the door!” Inside, Fernandez watched me quietly through the glass. His eyes held no panic or compassion. He even raised one hand to cover Ivanka’s eyes. To completely destroy my will, he pulled out his phone with his other hand and aimed it at me struggling desperately outside. He was recording. No, that was the hospital’s internal work group livestream interface! He explained to the camera in a calm tone. “Colleagues, look closely. This is what happens when you violate regulations and provoke family members with a bad attitude.” “Dr. Nadal is the best cautionary tale for all of you.” “Rip!” The sound of fabric tearing. The blade behind me viciously slashed my left arm. Blood instantly gushed out, staining a large portion of my white shirt red. I screamed in pain and collapsed in front of the glass door. The patrolling SWAT officers finally arrived at this moment, pinning the family member down with riot forks. The instant the family member was subdued, Fernandez suddenly pushed open the safety door and strode out. He didn’t glance at me lying in a pool of blood. Instead, he walked straight to the police and pointed accusingly. “Officers, it was Dr. Nadal’s bad attitude and insulting words during communication that caused the family member to lose emotional control.” “Our hospital will fully cooperate with the police investigation.” I clutched my bleeding arm alone, trembling all over as I raised my head. I only saw him carrying the unharmed Ivanka in his arms, striding toward the emergency department. “Quick! Prepare a stretcher! Ivanka has been severely frightened. Her heart rate is elevated!” The cold wind penetrated my clothes. I vowed to make him pay the price. But as soon as I entered the treatment room, even worse news followed.

The emergency department corridor was bustling with people, but no one would stop to help me. The nurses who used to greet me with smiles now all stayed far away. I dragged my bleeding arm and walked alone into the empty treatment room. I picked up the forceps and suture thread from the tray. Without anesthesia, I gritted my teeth and pushed the bloody needle through my own flesh. Fine cold sweat soaked through my back. I didn’t make a sound of pain. Just as I was tying the last stitch, my phone in my pocket vibrated frantically. The screen was shattered like a spider web, but I could barely make out it was my PhD advisor from overseas calling. As soon as I answered, my advisor’s angry voice came through. “Nadal! You’ve disappointed me so much!” “The medical association just received a transatlantic complaint letter from your fiancé Fernandez.” “He’s accusing you of plagiarizing all his original clinical data in every paper you published in core journals over these eight years!” My head buzzed. That data was clearly earned through my countless sleepless nights in the lab. I’d even voluntarily given up first authorship for his sake. My advisor’s voice trembled with anger. “Your hospital’s internal network has already submitted evidence from your work computer.” “There’s even a forged academic misconduct confession written by you!” “I’ve already applied to the medical association on behalf of the academy to revoke your medical license. Do what you will!” The call was mercilessly hung up. The dial tone stabbed at my nerves. Good. Really good. Destroy my career, ruin my reputation. Fernandez, you’re truly ruthless. I grabbed the medical gauze nearby and roughly wrapped it around my arm. I stood up and kicked open the door to the emergency VIP ward. The scene inside stung my eyes. Fernandez sat at the bedside, holding a bowl of bird’s nest soup. He blew on it gently with a tender expression and fed it to Ivanka, who was leaning against the headboard. As soon as Ivanka looked up and saw me covered in blood, she immediately screamed. She dramatically clutched her stomach and burrowed into Fernandez’s arms. “Oh no! Fernandez, my stomach hurts so much. Am I going to have a miscarriage?” Fernandez’s expression changed drastically. He put down the bowl and charged over furiously. He swung his arm and slapped me hard across the face. Already suffering from blood loss, this slap knocked me to the ground. My ears rang. Before I could get up, a plastic bottle hit me squarely in the face. It was the expired folic acid I’d been about to throw in the trash this morning. Fernandez pointed at my nose condescendingly, his voice loud enough for the entire corridor to hear. “Nadal, what’s wrong with you!” “Ivanka is carrying my child. If you hurt her, I’ll make you pay with your life!” “Look at yourself. What good did taking folic acid for eight years do? You’re a useless waste who can’t even lay an egg!” The doorway was already crowded with medical staff and patients watching the spectacle. Mocking voices came from all around. “So she can’t have children. No wonder Director Fernandez is replacing her.” “Academic fraud, bad character, and she’s infertile too.” “Poor Dr. Fernandez, entangled with this poisonous woman for eight years.” These words humiliated me deeply. I gritted my teeth and forcibly swallowed the bloody taste in my throat, then turned and left the hospital. But I didn’t expect that even worse things were still ahead.

Covered in injuries, I returned to the rental apartment where Fernandez and I had lived together for eight years. I’d paid the down payment for this place with my salary, but it was under his name. I habitually entered the password, but the screen flashed with glaring red lights. “Incorrect password.” The door lock had been changed. The new fingerprint lock refused me entry. Footsteps came from around the corner of the hallway. Fernandez led Ivanka by the hand, walking out unhurriedly. Following behind them was actually my gambling-addicted uncle John. “John? What are you doing here?” I looked at him in shock. John didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixed on the bank card in Fernandez’s hand. Fernandez threw the card on the ground with a cold laugh. “A hundred thousand dollars for both of Nadal’s knees. You’re getting a bargain.” John picked up the card, his eyes lighting up. Then he walked viciously to my side. For that hundred thousand dollars, he kicked the back of my knee. My legs buckled and I fell uncontrollably to my knees. John roughly pressed down on the back of my head, forcing me to kowtow to Ivanka in public. “Hurry up and kneel and kowtow to Director Fernandez and Miss Ivanka to apologize!” “You unfilial girl, you dare come home after doing wrong? You’ve ruined their work!” I refused to lower my head and struggled desperately. John pulled out his phone. The screen showed a live surveillance feed from the ICU. Inside was my only living relative—my grandmother. “Nadal, I’ll say this once.” “If you don’t kneel, I’ll call right now and have someone pull your grandmother’s respirator!” “That old thing has lived long enough anyway!” I trembled violently with rage. At this moment, Ivanka raised her phone. The screen flashed with the red light of a live broadcast starting. Tens of thousands of viewers flooded into the livestream instantly. She spoke tearfully to the camera. “This is the poisonous woman named Nadal.” “She can’t have children herself, so she’s jealous that I’m pregnant with Fernandez’s child. She’s occupying our marital home and won’t leave, and she even hired someone to attack us!” The livestream chat exploded instantly, the screen filled with cyberbullying and curses directed at me. “Beat this homewrecker to death!” “Skin her alive!” To save my grandmother’s life, I bit my lower lip hard until I tasted rust. Under the condemnation of thousands, I closed my eyes. My knees fell heavily on the cold cement floor. I happened to make eye contact with Fernandez, who was watching coldly from the crowd. I screamed at him like a madwoman, asking why. Eight years of my youth—what had I done wrong to make him humiliate me like this! But Fernandez just disgustedly shook off my clothes and wiped his hands with a tissue. “Nadal, don’t be so petty. Ivanka was just joking with you.” Suddenly, a piercing siren sounded. The hallway instantly fell silent. Two riot police vehicles screeched to a halt downstairs. The entire building could hear footsteps rapidly approaching. Several armed SWAT officers rushed upstairs, grabbed Fernandez’s wrist, and pinned him against the wall. “Fernandez, you’re under arrest for embezzlement, misappropriation of public funds, and massive commercial bribery.” The cold handcuffs made a crisp collision sound in front of the livestream camera.

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After marrying the heir worth three hundred billion, I put his used CK underwear up for sale online. When his underwear kept disappearing, he frowned and began to suspect there was a thief in the house. With a wave of his hand, he installed eighty-eight hidden cameras throughout the house, determined to catch the underwear thief. That’s how I got caught. When he discovered the underwear thief was actually me, he flew into a rage. “Hudson! Have you lost your mind from being broke? You’re actually stealing my underwear to sell!” “Do I not give you enough to wear or spend? You just can’t shake that poverty stench, can you!” I was about to explain when he threw new underwear in my face. “Since you love stealing things to sell so much, I’ll just pay your living expenses in underwear from now on!” Then he left without looking back, leaving me clutching the medical report I hadn’t had a chance to hand him. It read in bold letters: Late-stage gastric cancer. I’d just been diagnosed today. I hadn’t even paid the examination fee yet.

The bill amount was two hundred and fifty dollars. I picked up the underwear scattered on the floor, wiped off the dust, and continued listing it online. Priced at eighty-eight dollars per pair, forty-two pairs sold. I glanced at it twice, closed the page, and called Henry. “Henry, let’s get divorced.” Two seconds of silence on the other end, followed by a scoff. Then came a woman’s voice, syrupy sweet and mocking. “Oh, Hudson, how much are you trying to squeeze out of Henry this time? Come up with a new trick already?” It was Aurora, a famous beauty and the daughter-in-law Henry’s parents truly wanted. Henry didn’t say anything. But I could imagine his expression—brows knitted, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes cold as ice. That was how he looked at me every time, especially after what happened five years ago. Back then, Henry’s society lady mother came to see me. Before I could even say hello, she handed me a check for five million dollars. “Leave my son. This money is yours.” I took the check and agreed to break up. Not because I loved money, but because my mom had just been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. Chemotherapy was a bottomless pit—one day in the ICU could burn through ten to twenty thousand dollars. Henry had just started his business right before that, and I’d transferred all my savings to him as startup capital. I hadn’t kept a single penny. His company was just getting off the ground and couldn’t scrape together even five hundred thousand. He ran around every day chasing investors, so exhausted he’d collapse into bed as soon as he got home. That five million was my only way out. Later, his company came back from the brink and grew to a market value of three hundred billion. He was also acknowledged by the elite Franklin family—truly reaching the pinnacle of success. But then he came to find me, saying he wanted to marry me. I thought he’d learned the truth and was repaying his debt. Instead, on our wedding night, he told me: “Hudson, I’m marrying you just so you can see how much the man you abandoned for being poor is worth now.” He didn’t know my mom died anyway. He didn’t know I’d gotten on my knees in front of his mother that day, begging her not to tell Henry the truth. On the other end of the phone, Henry finally spoke. “Divorce is fine.” His voice was calm, like he was discussing a business deal. “Leave with nothing. Don’t expect to take a single penny.” “Also,” he paused, “return everything I gave you in cash.” What had he given me? For our third anniversary, he gave me a Cartier necklace. I later discovered it was a knockoff and was laughed at by high society ladies for a whole month. The bag he gave me for my birthday came with a receipt inside, but the price had been blacked out. The only valuable thing was the wedding ring. But the next day, someone came to “borrow” it, saying it needed to be resized. It was never returned. I calculated—if I converted all these things to cash, they’d be worth about ten thousand dollars at most. “Fine,” I said. Silence on the other end for a few seconds. He probably hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. Aurora spoke again, her voice tinged with laughter: “See, Henry? I told you. She can’t wait to take the money and run. Five years ago she could abandon you for money, and now she’s willing to leave with nothing—she’s probably latched onto an even bigger sugar daddy.” Henry didn’t respond to her. He just said coldly, “Hudson, you really are something,” then hung up. I folded the payment slip twice and stuffed it in my pocket. Then I counted the new underwear he’d thrown at me—a hundred pairs total. At eighty-eight dollars per pair, that was eight thousand eight hundred dollars. It should be enough for my divorce.

Henry and I got together in college. He’d tested out of poverty-stricken rural nowhere, top of our entire department. My parents didn’t approve. They said we were from different worlds, and I’d suffer for it later. I didn’t listen. After graduation, I left with him. When he was starting his business, we lived in a basement to save money. Water pipes ran across the ceiling. The sound of upstairs neighbors flushing toilets echoed through the night. The dampness was so heavy our bedding never dried. He held me and said I’m sorry you have to go through this. I said it’s not hard, as long as you’re here. When we were young, we thought that was forever. Neither of us expected my mom would be diagnosed with cancer then. So when his mother handed me that five million dollar check, I took it. Then I broke up with him. He asked me why. I said I was tired, didn’t love him anymore, didn’t want to live in poverty. He stared at me for a long time, his gaze heavy, and said, “Hudson, don’t regret this.” Later, when he came to marry me, I thought he’d uncovered the truth. Instead, it was his carefully planned revenge. At first, I did think about telling him the truth. Not long after we married, I gathered courage for ages and told him everything about what happened back then, from beginning to end. But after listening, he looked at me like I was a joke: “Hudson, you’re better at making up stories than you are at having taste.” He didn’t believe me. So I stopped trying. I thought if I was good enough to him, he’d eventually see. He was picky about food, so I got up at five every morning to make congee. He had lots of business dinners, so I’d make hangover soup and wait for him every night. He was a perfectionist—shirts had to be hand-washed, collars had to be pressed. I did all of it myself. Until he started bringing other women home. The first was a minor celebrity, the second was an investment banker, the third I didn’t recognize. Every one of them wore perfect makeup, had killer bodies, and carried themselves with elegance. That night at 2 AM, he brought yet another strange woman through the door. This time, I finally broke down. I stood in the hallway, eyes red, blocking his path. “Henry, please don’t do this.” He glanced at me like I was a piece of furniture in the way. “Move.” “I can pretend nothing happened, just leave me some dignity…” “Dignity?” He laughed. “A woman who’d do anything for money wants to talk to me about dignity?” He walked past me with that woman in his arms, his words cutting like ice. “You’re no different from them. Except they have clear prices. You don’t even need to name one.” My heart felt like it had been stabbed clean through, one strike fatal. After that, I never tried to stop him from bringing women home again. But I started having sleepless nights, sitting on the living room sofa waiting for dawn. That’s when my stomach problems started. At first it only hurt when I ate. Later it got worse and worse, eventually hurting so badly I’d shake all over. But he only gave me a hundred dollars a month for living expenses. I couldn’t even afford decent stomach medicine. I could only hide it from him and work as a waitress, serving plates from 5 PM to 3 AM, earning eighty dollars a day.

Today I worked my usual shift until 3 AM. When I got home, I pulled out my key. The door was locked from inside. I pressed the doorbell. The maid’s voice came through the intercom. “Sir brought Miss Aurora home and specifically instructed that no one is to be let in tonight.” The night frost was heavy. Shivering from cold, I begged through gritted teeth: “Can you just let me in for a moment? I’ll just grab a coat and leave, okay?” “Please don’t make this difficult for us.” Clutching my still-aching stomach, I slowly slid down along the door and curled into a ball. The maid muttered something inside. The sound wasn’t loud, but the soundproofing was poor—I heard it. “Coming home reeking of cooking oil every night. I don’t know why the master married someone like her in the first place.” My stomach started cramping again. Crouching by the door, cold sweat streamed down my forehead. My vision kept going dark until I finally collapsed, unable to control it. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the ground. I don’t know how long I’d been lying there. My clothes were soaked with dew. I climbed up and wiped the corner of my mouth with my sleeve. Blood. A wave of desolation swept through me. I hugged myself, curled up on the front steps. Trying to find some warmth this way. I thought of the year Henry and I lived in that basement. That winter was especially cold too. The basement had no heat. To warm my hands and feet, Henry would go jogging outside every night. He’d come back steaming with body heat and dive under the covers to wrap me up. His body was hot as a furnace, but his hands and feet were freezing. He’d deliberately press them against my waist, making me shrink from the cold. I asked why his hands were so cold. He said the wind got to them while jogging outside. I said then don’t jog anymore. He held me tight: “No way. If I don’t jog I won’t have body heat, and you’ll be cold while sleeping.” And now, looking at the luxurious mansion before me, I felt nothing but alienation. When the maid woke up and opened the door, I was leaning against the doorframe, face pale green, lips white, half my body stiff and numb. I dragged my stiff legs into the living room. The house was silent. When I reached the entrance, the gossiping voices of two maids in the break room were especially grating. “She froze all night and still didn’t leave?” “Right? Miss Aurora already spent the night upstairs, and she’s still clinging here. Really shameless.” I said nothing and walked straight into the kitchen. After searching for ages, I finally found a package of stale oatmeal deep in the cupboard. I mixed it with water and put it on the stove. Just as the ginger water finished cooking, Aurora walked in wearing a silk bathrobe. Her exposed snow-white skin was covered with faint red marks, painful to look at. She wore delicate no-makeup makeup. When she looked at the shabby bowl of oatmeal in my hands, her eyes filled with disgust. “Henry’s already planning to give me this villa as an engagement gift. If you’re smart, pack up your junk and get out now. Save yourself the humiliation of being thrown out by security later.” I ignored her and tried to walk around her with the bowl. The moment we passed each other, Aurora’s peripheral vision caught the staircase. She suddenly cried out and slammed into my arm. “Ah!” The bowl in my hands immediately flipped over, the entire bowl of scalding oatmeal spilling onto my hand and thigh. My skin instantly turned bright red, searing pain drilling into my core. Aurora fell to the floor in a sitting position, covering the back of her hand with a sob in her voice. “Miss Hudson, I was just trying to help you with the bowl. Even if you don’t like me, you shouldn’t splash hot porridge on me…” Urgent footsteps came from upstairs. Henry came down with a dark expression, striding over to help Aurora up. Looking at the ceramic shards and water on the floor, his gaze was sharp as a blade. “Hudson, what are you doing?” “I didn’t splash her.” I endured the severe pain on the back of my hand, my voice dry. Aurora hid in Henry’s arms: “Henry, don’t blame Miss Hudson. Maybe I said something careless earlier and she misunderstood.” Only a small patch on the back of her hand was red. But large blisters were rapidly forming on the back of my hand, which Henry completely ignored. “Apologize.” I looked at him and said coldly, “She ran into me herself.” “I’ll say it one more time. Apologize to Aurora.” The disgust in his eyes nearly overflowed. “A woman with poverty in her bones like you—what else can you do besides these lowlife tactics?” I looked into his eyes and didn’t argue another word. I just lowered my head and pulled out a bankbook from my pocket, its edges worn fuzzy. I held the bankbook out in front of Henry. “You said before that to get divorced, I’d have to return everything you gave me over the years in cash.” “This is all the money I can come up with. See if it’s enough. If it’s not enough, I’ll work to earn the rest and pay you back slowly.” Henry looked at the bankbook without reaching to take it, his brows knitted even tighter. Aurora moved first, swiftly snatching the bankbook from my hands. “Oh my, looks like Miss Hudson has saved quite a nice ‘nest egg’ behind Henry’s back these years.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she opened the bankbook. The smile on her lips froze instantly when she saw the number. Then she laughed mockingly: “Three thousand one hundred and twenty-six dollars and five cents? Hudson, are you giving charity to beggars or putting on a show here?” She tossed the bankbook onto the coffee table in front of Henry. Henry’s expression looked terrible. To someone worth three hundred billion like him, this probably couldn’t even buy a single bolt on his car wheel. “Hudson, are you mocking me with this pocket change?” He raised his head, eyes cold as ice. “Or do you think asking for divorce will get my attention?” “This is all the money I have.” “If it’s not enough, I’ll work more. I’ll pay you back two thousand a month. Eventually I’ll pay it all off.” Henry stared at the bankbook, an indecipherable irritation flashing in his eyes. He suddenly stood up. “This little money? I’d be embarrassed to take it out. I can’t believe you’d pull such a pathetic stunt.” Aurora hummed delicately from the side: “Henry, don’t bother with her. My hand hurts so much. I hope it doesn’t scar.” Henry didn’t spare me another glance. He put his arm around Aurora’s waist and walked toward the door without looking back. “Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.” The sound of the engine gradually faded. The villa fell silent again. Enduring the pain, I went to the medicine cabinet and found a tube of burn ointment that was about to expire. The ointment on the red, blistered skin triggered piercing pain. I gritted my teeth and wrapped the back of my hand in gauze, layer by layer. After treating the wound, I took the bankbook upstairs. The study door wasn’t locked. I pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and pressed the bankbook under several hundred-billion-dollar contracts. He found this money embarrassing, but I had to repay it. Late in the evening, my phone vibrated on the table. It was Aurora calling. “Hudson, Henry’s at ‘Nightfall’ bar. He said since you want to earn money to pay your debt, here’s an opportunity. If you can make him happy, he might waive the rest of what you owe.” After she hung up, I laughed self-deprecatingly. Even if there was only a thread of hope, I wanted to clear my debt to Henry before I died and leave with a clean slate.

When I arrived at the bar’s private room and pushed the door open, smoke filled the air inside. Henry sat in the middle leather sofa, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. Aurora pressed herself bonelessly against him. Seeing me push through the door, Aurora raised an eyebrow and said to Henry with feigned surprise and a delicate laugh: “See Henry, I told you. Miss Hudson runs faster than anyone when she hears there’s money to be made. Even coming to a nightclub isn’t a problem for her.” Henry lifted his eyelids, looking at me through the curling smoke. His face was terribly dark, his fingers gripping the glass white at the knuckles, disgust thick in his eyes. He spoke, his voice hoarse and icy cold. “You’re this desperate for money?” I stood by the dimly lit doorway, the burn on my hand still throbbing dully: “Henry, as long as I can pay you back, anything is fine.” “Good. Very good.” Henry suddenly laughed coldly. He signaled someone nearby to bring over a briefcase. When opened, it was filled with stacks of cash. “Hudson, since you love money so much, I’ll give you a chance.” He tapped the ash from his cigarette, saying word by word: “Take off one piece of clothing, ten thousand dollars.” I looked at that row of checks and didn’t hesitate, reaching to unbutton my coat. There were several of Henry’s friends in the room. The moment they saw my action, mocking laughter came from around us. Henry stared at me fixedly, veins pulsing at his temple. He seemed not to have expected me to agree so readily. The fury in his eyes nearly consumed me. “Hudson, if you’re really this desperate for money, turn left when you leave—there’s a red light district. Just go sell yourself directly, wouldn’t that make money faster!” Aurora leaned on Henry’s shoulder, laughing until she shook: “Henry, don’t say that. Miss Hudson is earning money through her ‘skills.’” I said nothing and continued raising my hand, my fingertips touching the collar button of the thin shirt underneath. One button, two buttons. When the shirt slid off, revealing the black bra straps underneath and my shockingly thin collarbones, the mockery on Henry’s face finally couldn’t hold. He suddenly stood up, grabbing my wrist that was about to continue unbuttoning. His grip was so strong it felt like he’d crush my bones. “Enough!” He roared, his voice carrying a certain agitation. “You want a divorce this badly?” He glared at me, his eyes bloodshot. “Fine, I’ll grant your wish. You want to repay the money? Drink this bottle of whiskey, and I’ll write off the rest of the debt. I’ll sign the divorce papers tomorrow.” With a “bang,” he slammed an unopened bottle of strong whiskey heavily on the coffee table. Aurora paused, then looked at me with some excitement. I looked at that bottle of alcohol. My stomach was already beginning to ache faintly. The doctor said that with my stage of gastric cancer, alcohol was a death sentence. But I just nodded and reached for the bottle. “Alright. It’s a deal.” I pulled out the cork, tilted my head back, and poured it down my throat. The burning liquid scorched down my throat and into my stomach, burning my organs until they hurt. Henry stood there watching me, his expression shifting from anger to shock. When the bottle was half empty, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and violently swept the glasses off the table. “Get out! All of you get out!” Without looking at me once, he grabbed his car keys, pulled Aurora into his arms, and rushed out of the room. The door slammed shut with a “bang.” Seeing this, those rich second-generation friends also slipped out one after another. The huge private room was instantly left with only me. I still clutched the remaining half bottle of alcohol in my hand, my body sliding powerlessly onto the thick carpet. That pain was fiercer than any time before. My stomach felt like it was being ground by a meat grinder. I curled into a ball, cold sweat instantly soaking my entire body. “Urgh—” A fishy sweetness suddenly rushed up my throat. Lying on the ground, mouthfuls of fresh blood gushed from my mouth. I propped myself up, trying to get the painkillers from my pocket, but my fingers wouldn’t work. My vision began to blur. Henry, I’ve finally returned the dignity you wanted.

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Ethan Hunt had a sex addiction. Whatever he wanted in bed, I did it. He wanted me in black stockings. I wore them. He wanted car sex in crowded places. I went along. He always said my body drove him crazy. But even so, he still got himself a mistress. Sabrina. “Vivian Gray is a dead fish in bed. How could she compare to you, baby?” He said Sabrina was wild in bed. That she knew how to please him. I stared at the intimate photos and pregnancy test results Sabrina had sent to my phone. I took a deep breath. I’d prepared the DNA paternity report long ago. I sent it to Ethan’s mother and the board of directors. I also sent the recording of that conversation. I smiled and turned off my phone. You bastard. Now it’s my turn to play with you. Vivian’s POV In everyone else’s eyes, Ethan Hunt was the cold, untouchable CEO of Hunt Corporation. Only I knew the truth. He had a sex addiction. Tonight, we went from the dining table to the couch, then to the bedroom. Three straight hours. He almost made me pass out several times. While I was barely conscious, Ethan was completely turned on, pounding into me nonstop. He leaned down, his voice low and rough. “Tired already? We’ve got a long night ahead.” I was so tired I could barely open my eyes. I said nothing. Ethan chuckled softly and kissed my earlobe. “Sleep if you’re tired, darling.” Just as I was about to fall asleep with my eyes closed, Ethan’s phone vibrated. Ethan probably didn’t want to wake me, so he walked toward the balcony outside the bedroom. The door wasn’t fully closed, and the conversation clearly reached my ears. I could tell it was his good friend and college roommate, Derek Shaw. “Ethan! What the hell is going on between you and Sabrina!” Derek’s fury was palpable even through the phone. Ethan replied calmly, “You don’t need to worry about this.” Hearing Sabrina’s name, my drowsiness vanished instantly. Sabrina Moore. The one who bullied Ethan in high school. She’d been expelled long ago. How was she involved with Ethan again? Derek grew even angrier. “I don’t care about Sabrina! But how can you hurt Vivian? All these years, if it weren’t for her staying by your side, helping you with treatment, could you have the good life you have today?” “Vivian won’t know.” “Sabrina’s already pregnant with your child, and you tell me Vivian won’t know!” Derek was practically shouting. My mind went blank. Ethan was silent for a moment. “Once Sabrina has the baby, I’ll wait a couple of years. Then I’ll tell Vivian the child is from an orphanage. That she’s a sweet kid. Vivian’s too kind. She’ll take her in and love her like her own.” “Ethan, don’t go too far!” Derek’s roar suddenly disappeared. Ethan had hung up. My whole body went cold, my head buzzing. The phone vibrated again. Ethan answered, and a woman’s weak voice came through. “Ethan, my stomach hurts. Can you come over?” I recognized that voice. It was Sabrina. Ethan became unusually tense. “Don’t be scared. I’m coming right away.” He quickly got dressed and left. I opened my eyes as tears silently slid down, soaking the pillow. What just happened left my thoughts in chaos. I just felt like my chest had been hollowed out, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe. I closed my eyes, and memories flooded back like a tide. Ethan was the only son of the wealthy Hunt family in New York, but at three years old, he was kidnapped and sold to a couple. That couple were bad people. They either beat or scolded him, didn’t let him eat his fill, and often kicked him out of the house. Ethan developed severe emotional disorder. He couldn’t feel pain, couldn’t feel love, and had no emotions. In high school, that couple moved near my house, and Ethan and I became schoolmates. At school, Ethan was isolated because of his withdrawn personality and unusual family background. He never spoke to anyone, but Sabrina in our class constantly bullied him. Sabrina put dead mice in his desk, insects in his water bottle, and deliberately pushed him down the stairs. Ethan showed no reaction, so the bullying only got worse. Finally, Sabrina locked him in the sports equipment room. The darkness and confinement triggered Ethan’s claustrophobia, and he started self-harming. I happened to pass by and saved him, then reported it to the school. Sabrina was expelled. That couple didn’t care about Ethan at all, so I brought him home with me. From then on, my mom and dad raised Ethan like their own son. To cure his emotional disorder, I deliberately majored in psychology in college. I accompanied him through psychological counseling, taught him to recognize emotions, and held his hand when he woke from nightmares to tell him not to be afraid. He couldn’t smile, so every day I tried different ways to make him laugh, until he finally managed a smile. To raise money for Ethan’s treatment, I attended classes during the day and worked three part-time jobs at night. After seven full years of treatment, Ethan was finally cured. Now, in front of others, Ethan was just a seemingly calm, normal person. Two years ago, the Hunt family found Ethan and brought him home. But Ethan’s parents looked down on me from an ordinary family. They refused to let us be together no matter what, forcing Ethan to break up with me. Ethan refused. Ethan’s mother finally agreed, saying that as long as I gave birth to a Hunt family child, I could marry Ethan. But Ethan told me, “I don’t want children. I’m afraid a child would be like me, unable to feel love or pain.” Hearing this, my heart ached so much that tears fell. I actively used contraception. Seeing that I never got pregnant, Ethan’s mother’s attitude became even worse. Afraid of affecting Ethan’s position in the family, I didn’t dare tell anyone about his history of emotional disorder. I silently endured his mother’s difficulties and kept Ethan’s secret. I never felt bitter, never thought of giving up. We’d survived the hardest days. As long as I was with Ethan, I wasn’t afraid of anything. But now, I couldn’t endure anymore. As daylight gradually brightened, my tears had long since dried up. I sat up in bed, my eyes severely swollen and red. I picked up my phone and dialed Ethan’s mother’s number. “I’m willing to accept the thirty million you offered and leave Ethan forever!”

Vivian’s POV Ethan’s mother froze, her voice rising. “What did you say?” I repeated, “I’m willing to accept the thirty million you offered and leave Ethan forever.” She couldn’t believe it. “Don’t try any schemes! You’re not good enough for Ethan! You can’t bear children. Do you want him to have no heir?” I said coldly, “Don’t worry, he won’t be without an heir.” Someone had already gotten pregnant with his child. Afraid I’d change my mind, she said, “Come over right now. We’ll discuss this in person.” Half an hour later, the car the Hunt family sent stopped downstairs. I got in the car and was taken to the Hunt family’s villa. She had already prepared the agreement. “This money is enough for your family to live on for a lifetime, but after you receive it, you must leave Ethan forever. Don’t drag him down anymore, understand?” I lowered my eyes and smiled self-mockingly. “I understand.” I would leave Ethan forever. I never wanted to see him again. She pushed the agreement over. I took the pen and, without any hesitation, signed my name at the bottom. She put away the agreement, finally showing a satisfied expression. A notification appeared on my phone: thirty million dollars, not a cent less. I took a deep breath. “I need one more favor from you.” She looked at me warily. “What favor?” “I need you to help arrange new identities for me and my parents. We’ll leave the country and never return.” She was completely reassured. “No problem. I guarantee Ethan won’t be able to find you.” Leaving the Hunt family villa, I didn’t return to the home I shared with Ethan. Instead, I went to my parents’ house. Mom was happy to see me. “What brings you here today?” I briefly explained the situation. “Ethan has a mistress. That mistress is even pregnant with his child. There’s no future for us. I can only take you abroad with me.” Her tears immediately fell. “What?! That scumbag! How dare he treat you like this!” The more she spoke, the angrier she got, raising her hand to wipe her tears. “If it weren’t for you back then, he would’ve been tortured to death by those trash foster parents long ago! Our family exhausted all our resources to send him to school and pay for his treatment, and this is how he repays us?” My dad was silent for a long time before sighing. “We helped him because we pitied him. We don’t want his repayment. Since he’s changed his heart, then we’ll just leave.” My tears fell. “Mom, Dad, I’m sorry. Because of me, you have to leave with me…” He patted my shoulder. “As long as we’re together, isn’t everywhere home?” My eyes reddened, and I nodded forcefully. My mom wiped her tears, crying as she recalled the past. Back then, our family’s circumstances were ordinary. My parents were regular people with modest salaries. With an extra person in the household, they simply couldn’t afford it. To support Ethan, my parents worked part-time jobs after their regular work. But they never shortchanged Ethan. His food and clothing were no worse than mine, and they paid his college tuition. Yet now, Ethan was hurting me like this. I took my identification documents from home and went to apply for a visa that afternoon. While waiting in line, Ethan called. “Vivian, why aren’t you home?” I answered calmly, “I went to my parents’ house.” Just then, the staff called my name. “Your visa materials have been approved. It will be ready in two weeks.” Ethan paused on the other end. “What visa? Where are you?” I made up an excuse. “My parents want to travel abroad. I’m accompanying them to apply for visas.” Ethan said, “Then I’ll come pick you all up.” “No need, we can get back ourselves.” I refused directly. That evening, I returned to the home I shared with Ethan. As soon as I entered, Ethan strode forward. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Why didn’t you call me when you came home? I miss them too.” I silently thought, You won’t need to miss them anymore. I turned my head slightly, avoiding his movement. “You’re busy. Next time.” Ethan frowned and was about to hug me when my phone rang. It was a message from the high school alumni group. Classmates were discussing in the group that the day after tomorrow was the tenth anniversary of our graduation, and everyone wanted to have a reunion. I’d been student council president and had good relationships with everyone. After going abroad, I might never see these classmates again in my life. I replied in the group: “Sure, I’ll definitely be there.” Two days later, Ethan and I arrived at the reunion restaurant together. Quite a few people had already arrived in the private room. They were all happy to see us. “Vivian! Ethan! You two have been a couple since high school, when will you invite us to your wedding?” “Exactly! We’re all waiting!” Ethan smiled in response. I said nothing. I knew very well that wedding would never happen. We were chatting when the door to the private room was pushed open. Sabrina walked in and sat directly next to Ethan, her eyes full of provocation as she looked at me. I immediately noticed the hickeys on her neck. I picked up my wine glass and silently took a sip. As soon as Sabrina entered, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold. She’d always liked bullying people in high school. The one she bullied most severely was Ethan. No one welcomed Sabrina: “Sabrina, we didn’t invite you. What are you doing here?” “Exactly. After what you did back then, you still have the nerve to see us?” Ethan sat in his seat, frowning, saying nothing. Sabrina bit her lip, her eyes instantly reddening. The next second, she actually knelt on the floor. “I just came to see my classmates. I was young and made mistakes. I’m a sinner and I’ve been punished. If you think I was wrong, I apologize…” She choked up, tears sliding down her cheeks. “But you can’t insult my dignity. I’m not a mistress!”

Vivian’s POV Everyone in the room froze. No one expected her to kneel. For a moment, no one spoke. But I noticed that after Sabrina knelt, Ethan’s body immediately tensed, his fists clenched tight. Sabrina blinked her tearful eyes, her voice trembling. “You still won’t forgive me? Then I’ll give you my life!” She grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on the floor, picked up a shard, and forcefully dragged it across her wrist. Ethan could no longer control himself. He suddenly stood up and rushed over. Ethan lunged forward and actually grabbed the shard with his bare hand. “What are you doing!” He whipped his head around, his presence instantly fierce. “Anyone who dares hurt her can go die!” The classmates were all stunned by his expression. He gripped the shard too hard, and blood poured out. Seeing him bleed, I instinctively went to pull him away. But Ethan, who’d lost his rationality, didn’t see who was coming. He raised his hand and pushed the person away hard. I was pushed heavily to the ground. Glass shards were everywhere on the floor. Sharp fragments pierced my palms, and blood quickly seeped out. I was in so much pain I almost passed out. Ethan didn’t notice me at all. He was busy bending down to lift Sabrina in his arms. “I’ll take you to the hospital!” With that, he rushed out of the room without looking back. Silence fell over the room. Several classmates snapped out of it and hurried over to help me up. “Vivian! Are you okay?” “Has Ethan gone crazy? What’s going on between him and Sabrina?” “We were helping him. Why is he siding with Sabrina?” I forced a bitter smile. “It’s exactly what you saw. So you probably won’t get to attend any wedding.” Several classmates froze and quickly changed the subject. “Don’t talk about that. Let’s get you to the hospital!” A few female classmates who were close to me supported me as we quickly headed out. When we reached the hospital emergency room, I saw Ethan. He was sitting in the blood collection room, letting a nurse draw his blood. The doctor stood nearby, frowning. “That patient’s condition isn’t critical. One person can donate a maximum of 400cc at a time. 400cc from you is enough. We can get the remaining 400cc from another hospital’s blood bank.” Ethan shook his head, his tone firm. “She’s pregnant. She can’t wait. She’s in danger.” The doctor hesitated but ultimately complied. My classmates watched this scene from afar, unable to believe it. Someone asked carefully, “Vivian, are you really okay?” I shook my head. “I already knew. Let’s go.” The female classmate next to me looked at me in shock. “How did you know?” I lowered my eyes. “He made a phone call in the middle of the night. I heard it.” Everyone felt sorry for me. “It’s good you saw that jerk’s true colors early. Better than finding out after marriage!” “Ethan must be blind. You treated him so well, yet he… ugh!” I forced a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” When I got home, I sat alone on the couch in a daze. That night, Ethan didn’t come home and didn’t send any messages. Looking at my bandaged palm, I just felt empty inside. The next afternoon, the door lock suddenly rattled. Ethan pushed the door open, his face frighteningly dark. Without a word, he strode up to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me outside. I stumbled several steps as he pulled me. “Where are you taking me?” Ethan didn’t answer, only said coldly, “You’ll know when we get there.” He pulled hard, not noticing the bandage on my hand. I couldn’t break free and could only follow him to the car. The car stopped in front of a high-end apartment building. The elevator reached the 16th floor. He took out a key and opened the door. The door opened to reveal a luxuriously decorated apartment. Sabrina wore a silk loungewear set and was sitting on the couch. Seeing us enter, she immediately stood up, her eyes reddening. I instantly understood. This was the house where Ethan kept his mistress. My heart ached so much I could barely breathe. Ethan stood next to Sabrina and looked at me. “Did you team up with those classmates to bully Sabrina?” I looked at Ethan in disbelief. I immediately understood that Sabrina had said something behind the scenes. And Ethan actually believed her. I laughed self-mockingly and pointed at Sabrina. “You think everyone likes bullying people the way she does?” Ethan’s expression darkened further. “You’re the student council president. They all listen to you. If it wasn’t you, then who? Sabrina personally heard several of them planning how to bully her. Vivian, you know I hate people who bully others the most!” Hearing these words, my chest felt like someone had torn open a gash. When I rescued Ethan from the sports equipment room that year, his face was pale, blood flowing from his wrists. Back then, he barely communicated with anyone. If you weren’t careful, he might self-harm. I called all the classmates together to care for him and cheer him up. No matter how hurtful his words were, the classmates didn’t mind. They continued to patiently comfort him and help him emerge from the shadows. The pain back then was caused by Sabrina. But now, Ethan was protecting Sabrina while accusing me and the classmates who helped him. I held back my tears. “You hate bullying? Why do you hate bullying? Did we bully you back then?” Ethan was rendered speechless by my question. But when he turned and saw Sabrina’s aggrieved face, he frowned again. His tone softened. “Regardless of the past, Vivian, just apologize to Sabrina, and we’ll let this go.” I closed my eyes. “What if I don’t apologize?” Ethan’s expression instantly turned cold. He stared at me and said sternly, “If you don’t apologize, everyone who attended the reunion will lose their jobs tomorrow.” I froze, because I knew Ethan could do it. With his current capability and position, making a few ordinary people lose their jobs was just a matter of one sentence. Those classmates were innocent. I couldn’t drag them down.

Vivian’s POV I took a deep breath and turned to face Sabrina. “I’m sorry, Miss Moore. Please forgive me.” A flash of triumph crossed Sabrina’s face, but she quickly replaced it with a pitiful expression. She wiped the corner of her eye and spoke softly, “Vivian, I don’t blame you. What happened back then was indeed my fault, though because of your report, I’ve had a terrible life these years…” Her tears fell again. “But that’s what I deserved. I actually really want to be friends with you. If you could…” She paused, her gaze falling on the bracelet on my wrist. “Give me that bracelet on your hand, I’d be so happy.” I blurted out, “Impossible!” That bracelet was the only keepsake my grandmother left me. When I was young, my parents both worked and had no time to care for me. I was raised by my grandmother. In high school, Grandma was critically ill, but Ethan’s condition was very unstable at the time. I stayed with him, not daring to leave. By the time Ethan’s emotions stabilized, my mom brought news of Grandma’s death. I never even saw Grandma one last time. I held the bracelet Grandma left behind and cried night after night. At that time, Ethan barely communicated with the outside world. But that day, he spoke his first complete sentence. He held my hand and said solemnly, “I will protect this bracelet for life, just as I will protect you.” That was his first promise to me. I stared at Ethan, my voice trembling. “She wants my bracelet, Ethan?” Ethan turned his head, not daring to look at my eyes. “Vivian, the bracelet is a dead object. It’s not as important as a living person.” My eyes turned red as I stared at him intently. Ethan’s brow furrowed deeply, as if hesitating. Just then, Sabrina’s tears fell again. She said pitifully, “Forget it, I don’t deserve it. Someone like me should live in the mud forever. How could I be qualified to be friends with you?” This sentence stung Ethan. He no longer hesitated and signaled to the bodyguard at the door. Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward. One pressed down on my shoulder while the other reached for my wrist. I struggled desperately. “Let go of me!” But how could I match the strength of two adult men? The bodyguard roughly tore the bracelet from my wrist and handed it to Sabrina. Tears instantly welled up. I glared at Ethan, my eyes full of disappointment and despair. Sabrina took the bracelet, a flash of triumph on her face. The next second, she loosened her hand, and the bracelet fell to the floor. The bracelet shattered into several pieces, fragments scattering everywhere. “Oops, I didn’t mean to…” Sabrina covered her mouth, pretending to be panicked. I desperately broke free from the bodyguards’ control, crouched on the ground, and picked up the fragments while crying. I clutched all the fragments in my palm, gripping them tightly. The edges of the bracelet were sharp. Combined with my already injured palm, blood seeped out. Ethan’s face changed dramatically. He grabbed my hand. “Vivian, let go now!” I raised my head, tears blurring my vision. I laughed, my laughter full of mockery. “Are you satisfied now? Is your Sabrina satisfied? Can you leave everyone alone now?” Ethan immediately picked me up. “Don’t talk. I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” Behind us came Sabrina’s call. “Ethan.” Ethan didn’t hear her at all and rushed out of the apartment. At the hospital emergency room, the doctor bandaged me. Seeing the wound, he frowned. “You just injured it two days ago, and now you’ve injured it again today? If you don’t take care of it properly, the flexibility of this hand will be affected in the future. It may never recover to what it was.” Ethan’s face turned white. “How did it get injured the day before yesterday? Why didn’t you tell me?” I stared woodenly out the window, my tone indifferent. “Isn’t it thanks to you?” Ethan froze, apparently remembering the scene from the reunion that day. His tone became panicked. “Vivian, I didn’t see. I-” I closed my eyes and shook my head. I didn’t want to hear him speak. Ethan’s words stuck in his throat, unable to come out. After the doctor rebandaged my wound and gave a long list of instructions. On the drive home from the hospital, I leaned against the car window with my eyes closed, not saying a word. Ethan hesitated for a long time before finally speaking. “I didn’t expect it to turn out like this, Vivian.” His voice was very low. “I just can’t stand seeing many people bully one person. When Sabrina knelt on the ground that day, I remembered myself back then, so I lost control.” I sneered inwardly. How was that the same? Sabrina knelt down voluntarily. No one forced her. No one invited her. She came on her own. Everyone present could see that Sabrina was deliberately acting. Only Ethan couldn’t see it. Or rather, he didn’t want to see it. I kept my eyes closed and said nothing. Seeing no response, Ethan grew more anxious. “I just wanted you to apologize to her today, wanted everyone to be okay. This outcome wasn’t my intention.” He continued, “I’ll have someone restore the bracelet. I promised I would protect this bracelet for life, just as I would protect you. I won’t go back on my word.” Mentioning the bracelet made my heart ache again. I remembered when Grandma died, the way he held my hand and said those words. Back then, his eyes were sincere and serious. But now, he personally had someone take the bracelet and watched it shatter. I spent seven years transforming Ethan from someone who couldn’t feel pain or love into a normal person who understood love and kindness. But he gave all his love and kindness to Sabrina. My heart hurt to the point of numbness. I still didn’t speak. The car fell silent again. Looking at my pale face, Ethan’s expression grew increasingly panicked. He took a deep breath. “Vivian, there’s nothing between Sabrina and me. I just ran into her recently and saw her working as a waitress at a small restaurant, being bullied. She was pitiful.” “Besides, I really was abnormal back then. I can’t blame her for saying I was sick.” Hearing that last sentence, I suddenly laughed. I opened my eyes, turned my head to look at Ethan, and laughed until tears came out. The person I worked so hard to save all these years actually thought he deserved to be bullied.

Vivian’s POV The car stopped. I pushed the door open and walked away, not wanting to say another word to him. Ethan quickly caught up, reaching out to grab me. I sidestepped and shook off his hand. Ethan chased me to the doorway and grabbed my wrist again, saying frantically, “Vivian, the only person I love is you. I want to be with you forever. Believe me.” I shook off his hand once more and entered the house expressionlessly. I didn’t expose him, nor did I want to go along with him. Nothing he said mattered anymore. Over the next few days, Ethan didn’t go anywhere. He stayed home the whole time. He was more diligent and considerate than before, barely letting me do anything. His phone rang countless times. Each time it rang, Ethan would frown and stare at the screen. His finger hovered over the answer button but never pressed it. Finally, he steeled himself and pressed reject. I took it all in. I said flatly, “Answer it. Maybe it’s urgent.” Ethan shook his head hastily. “Nothing’s urgent. Nothing is more important than you.” He was about to step forward and pull me into his arms. I stood up directly, avoiding his outstretched hand, turned, and went back to the bedroom. Two days later, the bracelet was repaired. Ethan came home with the box, happily presenting it to me. “Vivian, look, it’s exactly like before.” I took the box and opened it for a glance. The bracelet was indeed restored well. The cracks were concealed and couldn’t be seen. But broken was broken. No amount of restoration would help. I closed the box without another look. I walked into the bedroom. Just then, my phone rang. I pressed the answer button. A voice came from the other end: “Miss Gray, all the materials for your visa have been approved. It will be ready in three to five days.” “Okay, I understand. Please notify me when the visa is ready…” I replied. Ethan suddenly pushed the door open. “What visa? Vivian, you applied for a visa?” My expression was natural. “My parents’ tourist visa. I told you last time.” Ethan paused, relieved, and didn’t ask further. Three days later was my birthday. Early in the morning, Ethan was busy in the kitchen. He even had Boston lobster, my favorite, shipped in. Before we started eating, the doorbell rang. Ethan went to open the door. Sabrina stood outside. She looked haggard, her eyes red and swollen, noticeably thinner. “I know today is Vivian’s birthday. I’m not here to cause trouble.””Today’s my birthday too. My parents are dead, and I’m alone in an empty house, scared to death. I just wanted someone by my side on my birthday.” Ethan’s brow furrowed deeply. He was silent for a long time without speaking. Sabrina raised her hand and touched her belly, her expression even more sorrowful. Without a word, Ethan stepped aside and let her in. At the table, the three of us sat down. Ethan wouldn’t let me lift a finger. He skillfully began peeling shrimp. But he unconsciously placed the food onto Sabrina’s plate without a second thought. He didn’t even realize it himself. Triumph flashed in Sabrina’s eyes as she raised her head to look at me. I calmly looked away and continued eating. My heart was already dead. It wouldn’t hurt anymore. After a while, Ethan brought out the Boston lobster. The steaming hot Boston lobster was placed on the table, its aroma filling the air. Ethan picked one up and started peeling it for me. Sabrina watched this scene, jealousy surging in her eyes. She deliberately reached for a Boston lobster too. Ethan saw this and shouted sternly, “Don’t touch that!” Sabrina’s hand trembled in fright. Sabrina pouted her lips aggrievedly and lowered her head, silently eating the pasta on her plate. Not long after, she reached for the salmon. Ethan simply took all the salmon back to the kitchen. He explained to me, “This salmon isn’t fresh. I’ll buy you fresh salmon next time.” I no longer had the desire to speak. The salmon he’d specially had flown in. How could it not be fresh? Clearly, Sabrina was pregnant and couldn’t eat raw food. So he took all the salmon away. But he forgot that I loved salmon the most. After a while, Ethan brought out the birthday cake. Sabrina asked pitifully, “Can I make a wish too?” Ethan’s expression remained serious, but he still said, “Yes.” Sabrina immediately clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, looking very devout. “I hope every birthday from now on, I can spend it with my lover and child.” Her eyes glistened with tears. Ethan still had a stern face, but his eyes unconsciously softened. I took all of this in. I put down my fork. “You two eat. I’m done.” With that, I stood up and went upstairs. I really didn’t want to watch these two people act anymore, didn’t want to be involved in anything between them anymore.

Vivian’s POV I went upstairs alone. Not long after, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Sabrina walked in, her face showing a triumphant and arrogant smile. She sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. “Vivian, your room is so shabby. But then again, no wonder. The Hunt family doesn’t recognize you as Ethan’s wife.” I sat by the window, ignoring her. Sabrina continued, “Last time on your anniversary, Ethan said he had to work overtime and couldn’t be with you. Actually, he took me to the Maldives.” She pulled out her phone, scrolled through several photos, and thrust them in front of me. A beach at sunset. Ethan was half-kneeling on the ground, tying Sabrina’s shoelaces. In another, he sat on a couch with Sabrina lying on his lap while he massaged her feet. “He cares about me so much. When I said my feet hurt, he immediately rubbed them. When I said I wanted strawberries from the farm, he went to buy them for me in the middle of the night.” Sabrina’s smile grew even more arrogant. “Remember that day when it was pouring rain and he told you to take a cab home yourself? That day he was at my place. We were in bed. How could he have time for you?” My fingers tightened slightly, but I still didn’t acknowledge her. Seeing me remain silent, Sabrina became even more enthusiastic. She leaned close to me and lowered her voice. “He told me you just lie there like a dead fish in bed, that having sex with you is no fun at all. I’m the one who understands him, who knows what positions he likes.” I finally raised my head and looked at her calmly. “Are you done?” Sabrina froze, probably not expecting me to react so coldly. She continued, “You really think he loves you? Vivian, he stopped loving you long ago. What he feels for you is responsibility, gratitude.” “But your family shouldn’t be too greedy. He’s the Hunt heir now. You’re not good enough for him. Leave on your own. Don’t cling to him.” My voice was flat. “Are you finished? If so, get out.” Sabrina was enraged by my indifferent attitude. She suddenly stood up, looking down at me from above. “Did he tell you he doesn’t want children? But I’m pregnant!” “Ethan personally promised that the child in my belly will be the Hunt heir. There won’t be any other children. He watched you suffer the Hunt family’s difficulties and still didn’t want to have a child with you. What are you still doing here?” I lowered my eyes. That sentence did hurt. But I’d already decided to leave. I didn’t want to think about these things anymore. Seeing me still silent, viciousness flashed in Sabrina’s eyes. She grabbed me and dragged me toward the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Sabrina suddenly threw herself backward, rolling down the stairs. Her head hit the steps, and blood immediately gushed out. Not only that, blood also seeped between her legs. Sabrina lay at the bottom of the stairs, shrieking, “Why did you push me!” Ethan heard the sound and rushed over quickly. Seeing blood flowing from both Sabrina’s forehead and legs, his pupils constricted sharply. “Sabrina, how are you?” Tears kept falling from Sabrina’s eyes. “I told Vivian I was pregnant, and she pushed me. Ethan, save me, save my baby!” Ethan suddenly raised his head and glared at me. Ethan stared at me, his voice frighteningly cold. “When did you become so vicious!” I just found it laughable. Sabrina actually used such a crude method to frame me. I opened my mouth, about to say “I didn’t push her, there are cameras.” Before I could speak, Ethan slapped me across the face. After hitting me, he didn’t look at me again. He picked up Sabrina and headed out. “Don’t be afraid. We’ll go to the hospital right away. The baby will be fine.” Sabrina nestled in his arms, turned her head, and looked at me triumphantly. I stood there, my fingers lightly touching the side of my face that had been struck. I could barely feel the pain in my face. Because my heart hurt too much. I thought my heart had died long ago, gone numb, that it wouldn’t hurt anymore. I didn’t expect it to still hurt. Just then, my phone rang. The caller ID showed: Dad. I took a deep breath, suppressed all my emotions, and answered the call. “Dad-” I didn’t even get to finish. My mom’s panicked voice came through the phone. “Vivian, get to the hospital right away! Something happened to your father!”

Vivian’s POV Hearing that Dad had an accident, I didn’t care about anything else and rushed to the hospital in a panic. Outside the emergency room, my mom kept pacing back and forth. Seeing me arrive, she immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, her lips trembling. “Vivian, something happened to your dad.” I forced myself to calm down and helped Mom sit. “Mom, don’t panic. Tell me slowly, what happened?” It turned out that Sabrina had also gone to our house today. Sabrina showed Mom and Dad the video from last time, when Ethan sent bodyguards to hold me down and take Grandma’s bracelet. She also said many hurtful things. “You need to see clearly. Ethan treats Vivian like an enemy now.” “With one word from the Hunt family, they could bankrupt you.” Dad was very angry. Not long after Sabrina left, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed. After being rushed to the hospital, the doctor said he had a myocardial infarction and needed surgery immediately, or he wouldn’t survive. But just now, all the cardiac surgeons in the hospital had been called away to treat Mr. Hunt’s wife. No one could perform surgery on my dad. My mom wiped her tears. “They said Mr. Hunt. Who is that? How can they do things this way? They called all the doctors away. What about the other patients?” “Vivian, think of something to save your dad!” All the blood in my body froze. Mr. Hunt. That was Ethan. He’d called all the good doctors to treat Sabrina. My hands trembled as I dialed Ethan’s number. The phone rang for a long time. No one answered. I called again. Still no answer. The third time, it was hung up directly. I grabbed a nurse’s arm. “Where is Mr. Hunt? Please tell me!” The nurse was startled by me. “In the VIP section of the inpatient building, the innermost room on the third floor.” I’d just reached the third floor when two bodyguards blocked me. The bodyguards recognized me, looking conflicted. “Miss Gray, Mr. Hunt said he’s not seeing anyone today.” I pleaded with red eyes, “My dad needs emergency surgery. Please let me in!” The bodyguard shook his head. “Don’t waste your effort. Go find another doctor.” I had no other doctors to find, and no time to find them. I shouted from the stairwell, “Ethan!” The bodyguard pressed down on my shoulder. “He can’t hear you. This room is soundproof.” I broke down. I shouted loudly, “Ethan! My dad is dying! Please! Give me back the doctors!” “Ethan! Come out! I’m begging you!” But there was no response from the room. My phone rang. It was Mom calling. I answered, and on the other end was Mom’s anguished crying. “Vivian, stop looking. Your dad is dead.” Mom and I buried Dad together. On the day of the funeral, I knelt in front of Dad’s grave all day. It was all my fault. I let the wolf in the door and ultimately harmed Dad. Mom cried as she pulled me up. “Vivian, don’t think like that. It’s not your fault.” “Before your dad collapsed, he kept telling me you need to look forward, you’re still young.” The two of us cried in front of the grave. Mom and I went home together. I sold the house at a low price and came back to pack up our things. Looking at this house, my eyes reddened again. When Ethan first came to our house, he didn’t dare sit on the couch and always huddled in the corner. Dad moved a stool to sit beside him and talked to him. After Ethan slowly got better, he would voluntarily wipe the table and wash dishes. He always said, “I can never repay the kindness they’ve shown me in this lifetime.” When the Hunt family took him back, Dad actually didn’t agree with us continuing our relationship. “Ethan, you’re the Hunt heir now. You and Vivian aren’t from the same world. I don’t want Vivian to be wronged in the future.” Ethan knelt before Dad. “Vivian saved my life. In this life, I’ll only marry Vivian. I’ll only be good to her. I’ll never let her suffer even a little.” I thought, if I could choose again, that day I passed the sports equipment room, I wouldn’t open that door again. My phone rang. “Miss Gray, the new identity has been arranged. The original identity can be deactivated at any time.” Mom came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of pasta. “Vivian, eat a little. Your dad wanted us to look forward. We need to take care of ourselves.” The two of us ate a few bites of pasta and packed up our luggage. I took Mom to a nearby hotel to stay temporarily, then returned to the home I shared with Ethan myself. I began packing my own luggage. Of my own belongings, except for necessities, I threw everything else away. The jewelry, bags, and clothes Ethan gave me, I left them all behind. The shirts, ties, and watches I bought for Ethan, I threw them all away. I also threw away all our photos together. On the table, I left a simple ring. That was what Ethan bought me with his first month’s part-time job salary. I didn’t want it anymore. During this time, Ethan didn’t call once. Instead, my phone pushed a news notification: “Mysterious woman hospitalized for pregnancy preservation, Hunt Corporation CEO stays by her side day and night.” I glanced at it and swiped it away. None of this had anything to do with me anymore. Finally, I came to the yard. There was an oak tree there, planted the year we moved in together. Ethan had said, “When we’re old, we can sit in the shade under this tree. It will be a witness to our happy life together.” I never expected it was all an illusion. Everything should end. I picked up an axe and chopped down that small tree, strike after strike. After packing everything, I got in the car without looking back, not sparing the house another glance. After picking up Mom from the hotel, we headed to the airport. Staff were already waiting at the airport. I took the new identity documents from him, pulled out my SIM card in front of him, broke it, and threw it in the trash. “Tell your boss that Vivian will never see Ethan again. Tell her not to worry.” He nodded. Mom and I boarded the plane. Ethan, let’s never see each other again in this lifetime.

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