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The day the pain transfer system was legalized, I, Jasmine Lynch, didn’t hesitate to transfer my parents’ cancer onto myself. After they returned from their world tour, my mom Gianna Lynch pouted with displeasure written all over her face. She said, “You’re really scheming. Just to earn a reputation for being filial, you took on all the illness and drove Winona away.” Winona Lynch, my younger sister. Ever since the pain transfer policy was implemented, she had completely disappeared. I froze for a moment, the smile on my face solidifying. But Gianna grew more agitated: “You rushed to bind the system with us first, didn’t you? Just to make her look unfilial! Sure, you’ve suffered these past few years, but at the end of the day, you brought it on yourself. You’re nowhere near as considerate as Winona, always walking around with that long face, guilt-tripping us. It’s so annoying!” I felt like I’d fallen into an ice pit, unable to believe what I was hearing. Just then, the system’s voice echoed in my ears. 【Do you choose to terminate the pain transfer system?】 ***** Upon hearing this, Gianna was instantly overjoyed. She said, “This system can be unbound? I agree! Of course I agree! If I’d known the price of binding was losing Winona, I never would have agreed in the first place!” My dad Bennett Lynch, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up from the sofa, and the two embraced, crying. He said, “All these years Winona hasn’t come back because of the psychological pressure. Now we can finally have our family reunion!” As if afraid the system might change its mind, they began competing to accuse me. “Jasmine never asked if we were willing—she bound the system without permission.” “Right! She just used Winona as a comparison to highlight her own greatness. So manipulative!” “And she walks around with that miserable face all the time, always in pain or throwing up, guilt-tripping and tormenting us like we owe her millions of dollars!” “What good is a healthy body? How could it compare to the happiness we had when Winona was with us?” They went back and forth, as if they had endless grievances. They paid no attention to my increasingly pale face and uncontrollably trembling body. Three years ago, the government introduced the pain transfer system. Bennett and Gianna had early-stage cancer, crying out in agony every day in our rental apartment. Gianna had sighed countless times in front of me: “I guess I’m just old. This illness would be nothing for you young people, but for me, it’s torture.” My heart ached for them. I went to discuss it with Winona, only to find she was gone. When I asked my parents where Winona had gone, they hemmed and hawed without giving a clear answer. In the end, I had no choice but to transfer both of their cancer cells onto myself. For three years, I endured excruciating pain every day, going to the hospital for chemotherapy while still working to earn money. Five days a week I couldn’t sleep well, three days I couldn’t eat, and my hair fell out in clumps. But seeing their bodies grow stronger, hearing them occasionally talk about wanting to travel, I felt it was worth it. But today, my illusion was completely shattered. The system issued its cold prompt. 【Jasmine, do you agree to terminate the system?】

My body swayed, and the hunger and nausea from not having a drop of water all day overwhelmed me. Gianna stood nearby, earnestly persuading me: “Jasmine, you’ve already established your filial daughter persona. You’ve heard enough praise for three Christmases. But why are you being so selfish, refusing to let Winona come back? You’re only enduring some physical pain, but we truly lost Winona for three whole Christmases! Do you know how I’ve been getting through these years?” I don’t understand! During the three Christmases of restored health, they no longer had to worry about their bodies giving out. Gianna danced every day and went shopping. Bennett took walks and became the most robust among all the old men. They could go wherever they wanted, while I had to give up the sports and hobbies I loved. I thought I had sacrificed so much for this family, but in their mouths, it became selfishness. Bennett’s accusatory voice rang in my ears again: “I’m really sick of your half-dead appearance! Moping around all day with no vitality at all! If you could be as lively and cheerful as Winona, we wouldn’t have suffered through these Christmases!” He seemed to have been holding it in for a long time, letting out a long breath after speaking. But Dad, I’ve taken on your stomach cancer and lung cancer. No matter how strong I am, I can’t force a smile and act carefree! Seeing my silence, Gianna frowned and couldn’t help but shove me: “Are you going to agree or not? Are you mute?” But she forgot that chemotherapy had already reduced me to skin and bones. With her light push, I fell heavily to the ground. Seeing me grimace in pain, their faces still showed only angry urgency. In that moment, my heart turned completely cold. I said: “Fine, as you wish.” The system issued its final prompt. 【After unbinding, the cancers belonging to Bennett and Gianna on Jasmine will return to their original bodies. Please confirm again.】 Bennett frowned and retorted: “What? The cancers have to go back to us? Jasmine is willing to keep them on her.” I quickly countered: “I’m not willing.” Actually, during these Christmases, I had regrets too. But their words today completely solidified my decision. I don’t want to bear your fates anymore. I want to enjoy my own life! I nervously watched the two of them, afraid they might change their minds. Fortunately, Gianna didn’t even glance at me, only pulling Bennett aside to whisper persuasively: “Jasmine had cancer for several Christmases and was fine, right? With modern medicine being so advanced, what’s this little illness? We owe Winona too much. Can you bear to watch her drift around outside?” Finally, the two made up their minds and chose to confirm. This time, I actually detected a hint of mockery in the system’s voice. 【Unbinding successful. Corresponding symptoms will gradually appear within three days.】 【You are the first pair to unbind for this reason. Enjoy what follows!】 In that instant, my body felt unprecedentedly light. My health had returned! Bennett and Gianna exchanged glances, thinking of something that made them smile as they left the house. I slowly stood up, watching their retreating figures with ice-cold eyes. This time, you’ll get a good taste of cancer’s agony!

When I got home, my husband Atticus Howard had already prepared a full spread of dinner. Seeing my rosy complexion, he couldn’t help but smile. He asked, “Honey, did something good happen today? You look so much better than when you left this morning!” My daughter Iris Howard kept piling food onto my plate. She said, “Mom, you need to eat more so you can get better!” Three years ago, when Bennett and Gianna were suffering from their illnesses and learned of my decision to bind with the system, Atticus didn’t blame me—he only felt heartache and pride. During my most agonizing days, he stayed by my side, offering gentle encouragement and never leaving. And Iris never complained about my inability to take proper care of her. Instead, she became even more understanding and considerate. Warmth filled my heart as I told them everything that had happened today. After hearing it all, Atticus was both shocked and overjoyed, pulling me into his arms. He said, “That’s wonderful! They never deserved all the sacrifices you made for them. From now on, you’ll never have to carry that burden again.” Though Iris didn’t fully understand, she was happy for me too. She said, “That’s great! Mom, does this mean you don’t have to take medicine anymore? And you don’t have to go to the hospital?” My eyes welled up with tears as I nodded firmly. I used to carry the burden of my parents’ illnesses, but from now on, I would live only for myself. The next day, while checking my phone, I saw an Instagram post from Bennett and Gianna. The content made my heart skip a beat. 【Welcome our precious daughter home!】 The photo showed them with Winona, all three sitting on the couch, smiling intimately. The post was uploaded at 9 PM yesterday. Winona was back? Right after I severed the system connection, they brought Winona home. If there wasn’t something fishy going on, I wouldn’t believe it. Just then, Gianna’s call came through: “How can you be so clueless? Didn’t you see my Instagram post yesterday? Winona’s back, and you don’t even know to come home and welcome her? You still haven’t apologized to her for what happened three years ago. Get your ass back here right now!” I didn’t argue and drove home. Perfect timing—I needed to have a face-to-face with Winona anyway. As soon as I stepped through the front door, I was greeted by takeout containers, beer bottles, and junk food scattered everywhere. These were all Winona’s favorites, but absolutely forbidden for cancer patients. Clearly, Bennett and Gianna hadn’t realized they no longer possessed healthy bodies. Bennett, unshaven and pale, habitually waved at me: “Hurry up and clean this mess.” I’d always known they favored Winona more. They couldn’t bear to let Winona do dirty or tiring work, always making me clean up their messes instead. But this time, I wasn’t doing it. Seeing my indifference, Winona on the couch shifted slightly, putting on a pitiful expression as she looked at me: “Jasmine, are you mad at me? I know you don’t like me—otherwise you wouldn’t have used the system binding to drive me away. But no matter how upset you are, you can’t take it out on Mom and Dad.” Bennett immediately flew into a rage, pointing at me and scolding: “Jasmine! Don’t push your luck! Apologize to Winona right now!” I let out a cold laugh, scanning all three of them: “Whether Winona was driven away by me or ran away herself, you know the truth better than I do.” I looked Winona up and down, noticing her outfit was all high-end brands. But how could someone who’d been pampered her whole life undergo such a dramatic transformation in just three years? I looked at Gianna and caught her avoiding eye contact, which confirmed my suspicions. I said, “Mom, I’ve supported you for three years. Since Winona’s back, let her take care of you from now on. I won’t contribute another penny.” At this, Winona was the first to panic: “Jasmine! How can you say such things!” Gianna immediately caught on, slapping her thigh and wailing: “How dare you! How did I end up with such an ungrateful daughter! You have to give us ten thousand dollars every month! Otherwise, your father and I won’t go to the hospital for treatment.” She knew I cared about their health and was trying to use that to threaten me. But now, that trick wouldn’t work anymore. I shrugged: “Suit yourselves. Whether you go to the hospital or not has nothing to do with me.” As I turned to leave, I kicked aside a takeout container: “Just a heads up—if you keep eating like this without any restraint, the cancer will probably worsen before your next checkup. Don’t blame me for not warning you, and don’t expect me to handle your funeral arrangements either.” As the door closed behind me, I could hear Bennett and Gianna’s furious cursing from inside. “I’ll eat whatever I want! You didn’t die in three years, so what’s a little food gonna do to us!” “I think you’re just jealous of Winona! Once you’re gone, don’t ever think about stepping foot in this house again!” Over the following days, Gianna seemed determined to provoke me, posting photos on Instagram almost daily of her and Winona dining out. Pizza, fried chicken, barbecue… She even captioned them: 【What’s it like having your precious daughter as your dining buddy?】 Looking at Gianna’s swollen, purplish cheeks in the photos, I smirked coldly. Bennett posted pictures of himself playing chess all night and drinking freely. In just two days, his belly had swollen up, looking as terrifying as someone six months pregnant. It wasn’t that they didn’t know the system had been severed, but people accustomed to doing whatever they pleased couldn’t rein themselves in so quickly. I calculated the timing—day three, when the system indicated the symptoms would fully return. Sure enough, early in the morning, I received Gianna’s call. She said, “Jasmine, why did I wake up with blood coming from my nose and throat this morning?”

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While temporarily borrowing Mark Smith’s tablet to handle work, I, Elena Gilbert, logged into the cloud sync account to send files, only to accidentally discover that the system had automatically synced 999 private photos. The latest one was uploaded ten minutes ago. In the photo, Mark and a young girl were disheveled in his office, kissing shamelessly in front of the camera. The next second, a message from an unknown account synced through to Mark. 【The 1000th photo together, you promised me a surprise, you better deliver tonight.】 He replied instantly: 【Wait for me.】 I stared at those two lines, my fingertips growing cold, trembling as I dialed Mark’s number. I asked: “Today marks our fifth wedding anniversary. Are we celebrating like last year?” He fell silent for a long time, then apologized guiltily: “I have a meeting tonight and might have to work through the night. Don’t wait up for me.” I agreed in my usual tone, backed up and packaged all the records for my lawyer, then left to go to Mark’s company. ***** I’d been to Mark’s company countless times. Ten years ago, Mark and I started from nothing. Three months ago, I was still the technical director. Until that miscarriage, Mark convinced me to rest at home. In just three months, a girl I’d never seen before, Emily McCoy, appeared at the company, intimately close to him. She had seamlessly taken over my role. The receptionist’s eyes lit up when she saw me: “Ms. Gilbert, you’re here!” I raised an eyebrow slightly: “Why are you suddenly calling me that?” Before, colleagues always called me by my first name; no one used my surname. She scratched her head and smiled: “Mr. Smith felt it was impolite for us to call you by your first name, so he asked us to address you as Ms. Gilbert.” I sneered inwardly. Before I could speak, Mark hurried over. He rushed out of the elevator and draped his suit jacket over my shoulders. He said: “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? It’s windy outside, are you cold?” I smiled and held up the thermal container in my hand: “You said you’d be working late tonight, so I brought you dinner.” His eyes sparkled with delight: “Thank you for cooking for me, but just this once. I’d feel terrible if you got hurt.” On the way to his office, employees greeted us warmly, their eyes full of envy. In everyone’s eyes, Mark loved me deeply, obeyed my every word, and spoiled me beyond measure. Until a girl walked into the office, smiling brightly: “Hello, Ms. Gilbert, I’m the new assistant, Emily McCoy. Let me make you some coffee!” I looked at her face—identical to the person in Mark’s photo album. So it was her. I extended my hand: “Hello, I’m Elena Gilbert, Mark’s wife.” Her face instantly turned pale, and she left in a panic with her head down. Mark praised Emily to me: “Speaking of which, Emily is actually your junior, ten years younger than us, very talented, just like you.” I felt somewhat dazed. Mark and I were college classmates; he confessed to me the year we graduated. Five years of dating, five years of marriage—we’d been together for a full ten years. Now he was saying another person was like me. Same major, similar names, but she was full of vitality and adorably lively. I looked down and noticed a black hair tie hidden under his shirt cuff. I said: “I haven’t seen this hair tie before. Did you buy it for me?” He instinctively tugged at his sleeve, then frantically pulled off the hair tie and shoved it into a drawer. He said: “My hair’s gotten long and it’s inconvenient for work, so I just bought one randomly.” He was lying. A hair tie that thick could only be used for long hair. He could have brushed it off, but instead he chose to make a flimsy excuse. He pulled my hand over to touch his hair: “Look, I’m growing it out waiting for you to cut it.” I was terrible at cutting hair, but he always enjoyed it, saying only my handiwork was good. Just then, Emily came in with coffee. Seeing our position, her smile became strained. She said: “Ms. Gilbert, your coffee…” Before she finished speaking, the scalding coffee spilled on my arm, instantly turning it red. Mark’s expression darkened: “How could you be so careless?” Emily looked at him in disbelief, her eyes reddening as she covered her face and ran out. I watched Mark’s anger fade and quickly turn to regret. He still put on a show of checking my injury: “Honey, I’ll go buy some burn ointment. Wait for me.” I nodded: “Go ahead.”

Mark chased after Emily in the direction she’d left, and wouldn’t be back anytime soon. Taking advantage of this window, I opened Mark’s computer and easily pulled up all of Emily’s files, copying everything onto a USB drive. Before leaving, I planted a tiny surveillance device in the corner of the bookshelf. Mark didn’t disappoint me. He only called once to offer his condolences, then immediately went to comfort Emily. Through the surveillance feed, I watched them kissing passionately on his office desk, faces pressed together, breathing intertwined, their coats carelessly thrown on the floor. Emily’s hands wrapped around his neck, her voice soft and playfully reproachful: “You actually yelled at me because of that old woman? You’re so mean. As punishment, you have to spend the entire night with me!” Mark’s tone was indulgent: “Tonight was always yours anyway. Elena is so much older than you, and she’s domineering and boring. How could I ever like her? I’m just putting on an act.” My heart plummeted, as if crushed by an invisible hand. He then pulled out an exquisite box and handed it to Emily: “These are custom earrings I had made for you for two million dollars. Will you forgive me?” I watched the screen expressionlessly. I’d discovered the record of these custom earrings a week ago. They featured two snowflake patterns, and I’d thought they were his surprise for our fifth wedding anniversary this Christmas. I hadn’t said anything. Emily’s tears turned to laughter as she playfully demanded Mark put them on her himself. The two became entangled once again. I shut off the surveillance and sent Emily’s files to my lawyer friend Natalia Carter: [Help me investigate her entire background.] Natalia was my college classmate and close friend of fourteen years. After seeing the photos and videos, she immediately flew into a rage, sending me numerous messages. Soon, she sent me Emily’s social media accounts, with all her post history laid bare. I started reading from her earliest posts, like witnessing a romance filled with girlish dreams. The company had long since weathered its most difficult period from ten years ago, giving Mark plenty of time and energy for romance. He accompanied Emily to amusement parks, awkwardly taking photos of her. They kissed passionately on the Ferris wheel, their smiles radiant. [Kissing the one you love at the top of the Ferris wheel – I hope we can be together forever.] Emily even dragged Mark to couple’s restaurants he’d once scorned, holding heart-shaped props and sharing a single ice cream. [Someone said couple’s restaurants were just gimmicks, but he still came with me and helped me finish all the food!] There were also photos of Mark personally cooking to care for her when she was sick with a fever. [I have a fever and feel terrible, but thankfully someone’s here with me, making my favorite dishes.] I recalled from memory a house with the same layout – one I’d fallen in love with at first sight when we were house hunting, though Mark hadn’t been too pleased with it. Turns out he didn’t dislike that house; he wanted to save it for Emily. Emily’s most recent post had a university campus as the backdrop. She wore both graduation robes and a wedding dress in different photos, with Mark beside her in both. [From school uniform to wedding dress – thank you to someone for helping me fulfill my dreams.] I refreshed the page, and a new post appeared. The image showed a candlelit dinner with overlapping hands wearing matching rings, plus a pregnancy test report. [The ring is someone’s surprise and promise to me. As a thank you, I’ll give him a little baby.] Her username was “CallMePrincess.” In the comments, an account called “YesMyPrincess” interacted with her the most. Occasionally, other users would leave blessings when they saw the posts. Looking through those photos, I suddenly realized Emily really did resemble me in my younger years. The way Mark looked at her was exactly how he used to look at me. I opened Mark’s computer in the study and found an encrypted file. He’d told me he had no secrets from me, so all the devices at home had no passwords. This was the only exception. But he’d forgotten that I came from a technical background and had won international programming competitions with absolute dominance. When I saw the password was his and Emily’s couple nickname, I wasn’t surprised at all. Opening the file, I found the most recent document was Emily’s graduation thesis and final project. I could tell at a glance from the table of contents that it was one of the research topics I’d once worked on, with nearly identical code content and framework. Since it hadn’t yielded results, I’d temporarily shelved it. For an undergraduate’s graduation project, though, it was more than sufficient. Natalia was furious, swearing to destroy them both. She raged: “That bastard! He had a child with someone else and stole your research – what else does he want to do?” I silently clicked on the only video in the folder. It was an AI-generated, thirty-second pornographic video. The subjects were a strange man and my face. I felt like I’d fallen into an ice cave, my blood freezing solid. I said coldly: “Natalia, he wants to destroy my reputation completely. Well, I want him dead.”

I didn’t blow up immediately. Instead, I quietly gathered all the evidence I could find and asked Natalia to thoroughly investigate Mark’s financial transactions over the past few years. The night passed quickly, and Mark never came home. The next day at breakfast, he smiled as he handed me an invitation. “There’s a graduation ceremony at the school next week, and they’ve invited us back as distinguished alumni. Elena, let’s go together and reminisce about our college days.” Mark had always been passionate about charity and had donated to our alma mater multiple times, but he’d always declined their invitations to attend events. This year was different, though—Emily was about to graduate and had been selected as the outstanding graduate representative. I smiled and agreed to go with him. The graduation ceremony was quite grand. Emily took the stage to speak, dressed in her cap and gown with flawless makeup. Mark smiled naturally as he told me, “When you were the graduate representative back then, I was completely mesmerized watching you speak from the audience. I was so nervous when I came to confess my feelings right after you stepped down from the stage.” I sneered inwardly. He must be feeling the same way now, unable to take his eyes off Emily. He took my hand: “You’re still recovering, so why don’t we let Emily gradually take over your work? You can stay home and prepare for pregnancy. Didn’t you say you wanted a child? If you have another miscarriage from an accident, I really couldn’t handle it.” I slowly pulled my hand away, the questions almost spilling from my lips. In the end, I only said coolly, “Emily just graduated. How could she handle an entire technical department? Let’s talk about it later.” A shadow crossed his eyes, but they brightened again when he looked at Emily. Emily spoke with confidence, radiant and youthful—a classic genius beauty. Mark didn’t realize that his gaze when looking at Emily was impossible to hide. I’d known him for over ten years and was all too familiar with his micro-expressions and looks. That gaze was full of love and pride. He, who never enjoyed listening to lectures, had actually listened intently to Emily’s entire speech. The dean followed the program with his remarks, offering words of praise before mentioning the scholarship. “As we all know, many alumni have contributed significantly to give back to our alma mater over the years. Among them, our outstanding alumnus Mark Smith has established a special scholarship to encourage underclassmen. Today we’re honored to have Mr. Smith here in person to present the scholarship to this year’s outstanding graduate representative!” Thunderous applause erupted as Mark stood and walked steadily toward the stage. Only I could see the eagerness beneath his calm exterior. He presented certificates and awards to each recipient. When it was Emily’s turn, they shared a smile. I suddenly froze. As Emily bent forward, a necklace fell from her collar—one I recognized all too well. An imperial green jade necklace with a carved pattern I would never forget. It was my mother’s keepsake, left to me.

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I, Evelyn Moore, am pregnant and suffering from severe morning sickness. My husband Julian Sanchez pushed me down into my own vomit and called me more disgusting than a pig. As I sat there heartbroken, a strange message suddenly flashed before my eyes. 【Poor woman, you weren’t supposed to have morning sickness at all. Your husband felt sorry for that widow’s pregnancy struggles, so he specifically had someone transfer all her discomfort onto you!】 【You work out relentlessly and restrict your diet, but all the benefits go to that widow. She stays refreshed and slim while you keep vomiting and gaining weight, your health deteriorating day by day.】 A chill ran through my body. Just as I tried to stand up, my son Dylan Sanchez casually threw a book at me, hitting my head. I saw another message. 【Your son doesn’t know gratitude either. To help that widow pass the civil service exam, he forces you to study every day. The harder you work, the higher her scores become!】 【In the end, you’ll die from complications during childbirth due to excessive weight gain, while that widow successfully passes the civil service exam. And this is exactly what the father and son have carefully orchestrated.】 I stared at these words in disbelief, rage exploding in my chest. They don’t dare mess with others, so they team up to exploit me—their wife and mother? Well then, I simply won’t let them have their way. I’d love to see if they’ll still like that widow once she returns to her original state! ***** “You’re just pregnant. Why are you so disgusting?” I clutched my chest in discomfort and looked up to see Julian’s face full of disgust. I used to think he was just a clean freak who couldn’t stand mess. But after seeing those messages, I realized he wasn’t disgusted by the floor—he was disgusted by me from the bottom of his heart! I said, “Who am I pregnant for? You seemed pretty happy when you were sleeping with me! You think I’m disgusting? Fine, then I’ll get an abortion so I won’t offend your eyes!” I wiped my mouth and glared at him with my hands on my hips. Julian was stunned, then flew into a rage, sweeping the dishes off the table and smashing them on the floor! He said, “I think you’ve had it too good for too long! You’re a housewife—having kids is your only purpose! If you dare get an abortion, I’ll divorce you! Don’t throw tantrums with me! Clean up this mess right now and go exercise! Look in the mirror—you’re as fat as a pig now. Who would want you if I left you?” I stared at him coldly, not moving an inch. Seeing this made him even angrier. He grabbed a plate to throw at me, but Dylan stopped him. Dylan said, “Mom, you can’t eat because of morning sickness, so you definitely don’t have energy to exercise. Why don’t you calm down and study instead? The civil service exam is coming up, and you need to work harder. By the time the results come out, you’ll have just given birth and can start working right away.” Looking at them, I suddenly felt like these past dozen Christmases had been an absurd dream. One was the man I convinced my parents to let me marry despite their objections, who used my father’s resources to start his company and become a boss. The other was the son I risked my life to bring into this world, whose every demand I fulfilled, making him the envy of all other children. Yet these two people I loved with my life had fallen for a widow. They were even willing to turn me into fertilizer to nourish that widow. I laughed coldly, “You two really are my wonderful husband and son, always looking out for me. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disappoint your expectations. I’ll overcome my morning sickness and study hard to get a high score!” Dylan heard the sarcasm in my words and frowned at me. But Julian smiled smugly and continued his mockery: “At least you have that much self-awareness—it’s worth something. Look how fat you are—when I came home last night, I almost thought I’d walked into a pigsty! Alright, stop dawdling. Clean up the floor, then call your dad and have him invest five million dollars in my company. Otherwise, I won’t even be able to pay my employees’ salaries.” I almost burst out laughing. Not only does he treat me like a free maid, but he also wants my dad to give him money? I went to the landline to call my father Simon Moore, when I suddenly saw someone unexpected.

I hurried downstairs and ran into Jane Brewer, the widow I had once rescued from domestic violence. She looked radiant now—smooth skin, rosy complexion, and a slender figure that was utterly captivating. If not for the slight curve of her belly, who would have guessed she was six months pregnant? I remembered clearly that when her husband was still alive, she had been overweight with rough skin, crying to me more than once about how her husband called her ugly and beat her regularly. We lived in the same building, her upstairs and me downstairs. I couldn’t stand watching her get abused, so I not only stood up for her multiple times but also took her into my home when she was kicked out. Gradually, Julian and Dylan grew close to her as well. Later, Jane’s husband died in a car accident, leaving her alone and pregnant. Feeling sorry for her situation, I invited her over for meals even more frequently, cooked nutritious food for her, and even gave her my precious skincare products that I couldn’t bear to use myself. Meanwhile, after getting pregnant, my weight skyrocketed. I suffered from severe morning sickness, vomiting constantly, unable to sleep at night, looking so haggard I barely resembled a human being. Julian and Dylan began to despise me, unwilling to even look at me, instead spending their days laughing and chatting around Jane. Now, seeing me, Jane still approached with a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She linked her arm through mine affectionately, acting coy: “Evelyn, you’re here! I heard Julian yelling at you downstairs earlier and was so worried about you. But honestly, he’s not wrong—you can’t just stop caring about your appearance because you’re pregnant. Look at you now, fat and ugly, with acne all over your face. You look like a beggar.” Before she finished speaking, someone nearby chimed in with a laugh: “What does being pretty have to do with pregnancy? Jane, you’re pregnant too, so how come you’re still so slim and gorgeous? Some people just have terrible genes—no amount of money can fix that. If I were you, I wouldn’t get too close to her. She’s rich and powerful—why would she care about poor folks like us? If I were Julian, I’d never marry a fat cow who only knows how to throw tantrums! What does she have that can compare to Jane? If Julian had any sense, he’d be with Jane instead.” Since getting pregnant, I’d been tormented both physically and mentally, so I rarely came downstairs and had no energy to deal with their nonsense. But today, I slapped her directly across the face and snapped: “Since you know I have a temper, you still dare to provoke me in my face? Seems like your skin is too thick—let me help loosen it up for you!” “Evelyn! What are you doing!” Jane shrieked, jumping forward to play peacemaker. “And you people too! Julian and Evelyn’s fight is their private business. Even if Evelyn’s as fat as a pig, as long as Julian likes her, what’s it to anyone else? What does this have to do with us outsiders? But Evelyn, don’t be so sensitive. Everyone’s just concerned about you—why are you getting so angry? We all live in the same neighborhood. How are we supposed to get along after this?” I laughed coldly: “Concerned about me? You call me ugly to my face and try to set up my husband with a widow—that’s your idea of concern?” Jane’s face changed dramatically: “Evelyn! Can’t you watch your mouth? Who’s a widow? Who are you calling a widow?” I stared at her coldly: “Whoever’s husband is dead is a widow. I’m stating facts—how is that offensive?” Just then, Julian came rushing downstairs, his face full of rage as he yelled at me: “Evelyn! Have you lost your mind? How dare you humiliate Jane like that?” I dodged to the side, and his slap grazed past my ear. Though he missed, the humiliation surged through me like a tidal wave. Someone deliberately stirred up trouble: “You really think you’re some rich princess, don’t you? Julian, you better control your wife. If you can’t handle her, send her to live with the pigs where she won’t be an eyesore!”

Julian’s face flushed red as he glared at me with vicious eyes. “Get home and work out right now! Stop embarrassing me out here!” This was actually my usual Pilates time. The old me had been obsessed with maintaining my figure – the moment I gained weight, I’d immediately start exercising with incredible dedication. But after seeing those comments, I realized all my daily workouts were completely pointless, serving no purpose except making Jane more slender and healthy. So why should I keep exercising? I ordered fried chicken delivery and sat in the garden downstairs, eating with relish. Jane had been giving Julian flirtatious looks, but seeing me suddenly indulging in food, she rushed over in panic. “Evelyn! How can you give up on yourself like this?” she said. She grabbed my arm, her grip tightening. “You’re already this fat and you still won’t lose weight? Do you really want Julian to divorce you? You know perfectly well he hates fat women!” I smiled coldly and shook off her hand. “What does his hatred of fat women have to do with me? Divorce? Ask him if he dares! His food, clothes, everything – it’s all paid for with my money. A man who lives off his wife has the nerve to look down on me?” I spoke while aggressively chewing my fried chicken. I hadn’t enjoyed a meal this much since getting pregnant. One box of fried chicken wasn’t enough, so I ordered pizza too. By the end of the meal, my stomach was completely stuffed. After eating, I went to the neighborhood fruit store to buy watermelon and savored it slowly. By the time I returned home, full and satisfied with a big bag of snacks, Dylan was already waiting at the door with a frown. “Mom, you’re just pregnant, not dying of some serious illness. If you have nothing to do, can’t you spend more time studying?” he said. He stepped back, revealing a huge stack of practice problems behind him. “I carefully selected all of these. You need to finish them within a week – don’t make me look down on you!” He kicked the books on the ground. “Carry these books back yourself. You can’t expect a kid like me to do the work for you, right?” I laughed coldly and kicked him down onto that pile of practice problems. Under Dylan’s shocked gaze, I smiled and said, “If you hadn’t come out of my belly, you’d be nothing! Do I need your approval? So what if you’re a kid? Did I give birth to you to be an emperor? Throw all these damn books out!” I had always been loving toward Dylan and had never scolded him so harshly before. He couldn’t accept it for a moment. “Are you crazy? I’m your son! I’m doing all this for your own good. Now you’re treating me like this – when you’re old, I definitely won’t take care of you!” I looked at him expressionlessly. “I won’t raise an ungrateful beast. Think carefully before you speak.” Dylan’s mouth opened and closed, his face turning bright red. Finally, he cursed viciously: “You think I want you as my mother? You’re fat like a pig, your face is covered in acne, and now you won’t even try to study. What kind of future could you have? You don’t deserve to be my mother!” He was still just a child after all. Before he finished speaking, he burst into tears, as if he’d suffered some terrible injustice. Hearing the commotion, Julian burst through the door. Seeing Dylan crying, Julian rolled up his sleeves, ready to hit me. “Evelyn, you’ve really gone too far! Today, I’m going to teach you a harsh lesson!” But he didn’t hit me immediately. Instead, he threatened arrogantly: “Get your dad to transfer money right now! Or I won’t let you off easy!” I’d never heard so many jokes in one day in my entire life. “You want to hit me and you want my family’s money? Looks like you really can’t see the situation clearly!” I said. Before I could finish, a neighbor suddenly ran in frantically. “Julian, you need to get downstairs quickly! Jane has severe stomach pain – she’s already been taken to the hospital.”

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Before my parents died, they arranged a marriage for me, Diana Easterlin, to marry the powerful tycoon Jaxon Fowler, who was rumored to be infertile. The day I received the marriage contract, strange floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: 【Female lead, you absolutely cannot marry him! Jaxon is not only infertile, but he’s also a violent maniac!】 【If you marry him, you’ll be tortured to death. Run away!】 【Julius is the one who truly loves you—elope with him!】 Julius Johnston grabbed my hand and gazed at me with deep affection. “Diana, let’s leave together. This marriage is too dangerous. Why don’t we have your family’s maid Paige Evans marry in your place? She grew up with you and knows all your mannerisms—no one will notice the difference.” In my previous life, I was deceived by the affection in his eyes and those floating comments, choosing to elope with him. But the final result was watching Paige take my identity, bear Jaxon a son, and inherit billions in family wealth. In the end, Julius held Paige close while tying boulders to my body and kicking me into the ocean. Julius said smugly, “From now on, she’s Diana. You fool will stay at the bottom of the sea forever.” I watched helplessly as sharks tore at my flesh bit by bit, the excruciating pain lasting until only white bones remained on the ocean floor. After my rebirth, I finally understood—those floating comments were all fake, carefully orchestrated traps set by Julius. Facing Julius’s request to elope again, I sneered coldly, ignoring the floating comments before my eyes: “I’m not someone to be bullied. I’m definitely going through with this marriage.” On the wedding day, I put on the diamond wedding dress Jaxon had sent, arranged my veil, and waited quietly for him to come get me. Unexpectedly, Julius arrived first. He grabbed my hand and yanked off my veil: “Diana, let’s elope, okay? This is the last chance. I really can’t bear to watch you jump into a pit of fire! Jaxon is just an infertile pervert—only I truly love you!” I snatched back my veil and said coldly, “Leave. There’s only one person I’m marrying, and that’s Jaxon.” The floating comments went crazy again: 【Female lead, wake up! Marrying him means being tortured by a pervert!】 【Don’t be stupid, female lead! Missing such a good man like Julius will make you regret it forever!】 Looking at these familiar phrases, I found them utterly ridiculous. Julius’s voice trembled with a sob that could fool anyone: “Diana, snap out of it! What era are we in, and he’s still doing traditional weddings? This just proves he has psychological problems. You’ll definitely be tortured if you marry him. I’m doing this all for your own good.” I found it laughable—he could twist an ordinary wedding into evidence of Jaxon’s psychological problems. In my previous life, he used these same tactics to constantly poison my mind against Jaxon. Yet I believed his every word and chose to elope with him before the wedding. How foolish I was. Seeing my silence, the floating comments attacked again: 【Julius is doing this for the female lead’s good, but she doesn’t appreciate it. So infuriating!】 【Sigh, such a good man, but the female lead doesn’t know quality when she sees it.】 Those words clung to my vision like barnacles on the ocean floor, dense and painful. My voice turned ice-cold: “I don’t need you doing things for my good, and I won’t allow you to slander my fiancé!” Time was running short. I stood up and said, “Please leave immediately, or I won’t hesitate to have security escort you out.” Through my veil, I saw Julius clench his fists instantly, but he could only turn around helplessly. He said through gritted teeth, “Diana, I never expected you to be so heartless, betraying my sincere feelings for you!” With that, he stormed out. Through the crack in the door, I saw Paige cowering in the shadows, wearing the pearl necklace I had lost around her neck. The sound of Jaxon’s wedding procession engines came from outside. A cold smile curved my lips. As long as I successfully complete this marriage today, let’s see what trouble you can stir up.

Ninety-nine Rolls-Royce Phantoms lined up neatly downstairs. Jaxon stepped out from the driver’s seat, his custom black suit accentuating his tall, upright figure. The rear door opened, and surprisingly, a sweet-looking young woman emerged, following closely behind Jaxon. The two appeared quite intimate. I froze in place. In my previous life, Jaxon had been a devoted, faithful husband who cherished his wife. But who was this woman clinging to him? The bullet comments appeared before my eyes again. 【Jaxon is so outrageous, bringing his mistress even to his wedding. Is this supposed to intimidate the female lead?】 【I heard Jaxon has over a dozen mistresses like this at home. What a pervert.】 【The female lead should escape before he comes upstairs. She should call Julius quickly—this is her last chance.】 Watching the constantly scrolling comments, all convinced this woman was a kept mistress, I actually calmed down. I observed carefully through the window and noticed that although she stayed close to Jaxon, she maintained a certain distance. The haute couture embroidered gown she wore had hand-sewn pearls on the hem—clearly the one-of-a-kind piece that Chanel had auctioned for an astronomical price last Christmas. Such refinement and nobility—how could it possibly belong to a kept mistress? Understanding dawned on me, and I calmly sat back on the bed. Steady footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs, stopping abruptly at my door. Jaxon turned the handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. His voice penetrated the door, cold and distant. “Ms. Easterlin, if you don’t want to marry me because of the rumors, just say so. What’s the meaning of this?” I hurried to open the door, but the moment my fingertips touched the cold lock, I felt something foreign stuck in the keyhole. I suddenly remembered Julius’s smug smile before leaving—it must have been his doing. Now Jaxon would definitely think I was deliberately humiliating him. Cold sweat instantly broke out on my back. In my previous life, though Jaxon was protective of his family, he showed no mercy to those who deceived him. Sure enough, his voice outside suddenly turned menacing. “You’re the first person to shut me out.” The bullet comments began flooding my vision again. 【The female lead is doomed now. She’s offended the psycho—she’s in for torture.】 【Sigh, she could still leave now, but she won’t listen to advice.】 Watching the gloating comments, I took a deep breath. A mere door thinks it can trap me? I’m someone who’s died once! I gripped my dress hem, stepped back three paces, then charged forward and kicked the door open with all my might. “CRASH!” The door thundered to the ground, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone at the entrance. Momentum carried me forward uncontrollably toward Jaxon, but his warm palms caught me steadily. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. In his pupils, an emotion like starlight flickered and vanished. My ears burned red with embarrassment. I hastily pulled down my veil and said, “Mr. Fowler, you’re overthinking this. The door was just broken. Being able to marry you is my good fortune.” His low chuckle suddenly resonated in my ear, carrying an alluring undertone. “You’re quite different from the rumors.” I pursed my lips, thinking to myself: You’re quite different from the rumors too.

The girl beside me suddenly burst into applause, breaking the delicate atmosphere. She linked her arm intimately with mine and said, “You’re quite impressive! Making such a memorable first impression with spaghetti! I’m Caroline Fowler. I approve of you.” So she was Jaxon’s sister. I breathed a sigh of relief. Before I could speak, Jaxon had already stridden over with his long legs, raising his hand to lightly tap Caroline’s head: “Mind your manners.” When he turned to me, his expression became serious as he pulled out a brocade box from his jacket: “Grandfather instructed that we exchange bracelets before the wedding ceremony to fulfill one of his wishes.” I instinctively reached for my wrist, only to touch cold, empty air. My heart skipped a beat—I had clearly been wearing it on my wrist this morning. When did it disappear? In my panic, I looked up and met Jaxon’s suddenly cold gaze. He stepped closer, his fingertips lifting my chin as his voice turned dangerously low: “Ms. Easterlin has always been timid and shy, yet now she’s showing her claws. I’m curious—has your personality changed, or have you been replaced?” I kept backing away, my throat tightening, not knowing how to explain. I was someone who had died once—of course I would change. If I didn’t become brave, how could I reclaim the life that rightfully belonged to me? But rebirth was such an absurd and bizarre thing—who would believe it? Just as I found myself cornered, the floating comments appeared before my eyes again. 【Female lead, just admit you’re fake already. Maybe you can still save your life.】 【Female lead, why aren’t you running? Waiting to be tortured by this psycho?】 I gripped my skirt tightly and shook my head, taking a deep breath: “I am Diana, and I can prove it!” “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. “How will you prove it?” My mind raced. Jaxon and I had never met before, so naturally he wouldn’t recognize me. But his grandfather Emmett Fowler had seen me. According to my parents, he had even held me the day I was born! I said, “Mr. Fowler, when I was born, your grandfather praised the red birthmark on my chest, saying it was beautiful—like a blooming rose.” I paused, swallowing the nervousness in my throat: “If I show you the birthmark on my chest, that should prove I’m Diana, right?” I sighed with relief, never imagining that one day I’d have to prove to someone that I was myself. Jaxon narrowed his eyes, his lips curving: “I did hear him mention that.” He released my chin, his slender fingers casually adjusting his cuffs: “However, undressing in front of everyone—Ms. Easterlin, your frankness truly opens my eyes.” My cheeks instantly flushed red: “That’s not what I meant!” Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, Julius’s voice came from behind me: “Mr. Fowler, there’s no need to look. This is the real Ms. Easterlin—the bracelet is proof.” Julius placed his fingertips on Paige’s shoulder, pushing her forward, and there on her wrist was unmistakably the bracelet.

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A week before our wedding, my fiancée, Serena, who was terrified of water, suddenly announced she wanted to learn how to swim. That’s when I guessed she’d fallen for the swimming coach downstairs. After accompanying her to one lesson, I calmly informed her: either cancel the engagement, or break it off with the coach. Serena stormed out, furious, and didn’t return home all night. She came back the next day, aching and exhausted, swearing that I was the only one for her from then on. On our wedding day, the city’s elite were all gathered. As the officiant called out, “You may now kiss the bride,” Serena suddenly pushed me away, her voice trembling: “I’m sorry, I can’t kiss someone I don’t love.” “I thought I could force myself, but I just can’t lie to my heart.” With that, still in her white gown, she ran towards the swimming coach below the stage, his eyes red-rimmed. The entire ballroom erupted in gasps, camera flashes blinding us. Overnight, I became the laughing stock of the city. And topping the trending topics was a video of Serena and the coach passionately kissing at *my* wedding. In that moment, my heart died completely. Since you chose to betray me again, don’t blame me for eradicating you!

Staring at her retreating back, the last shred of hope in my heart vanished. I waved my hand, shattering the champagne tower, glass raining down everywhere. My voice was chillingly cold as I warned: “If you leave now, the Hayes Group and the Vance family will be locked in an endless war!” Serena’s steps faltered, her eyes instantly bloodshot. “I’m sorry, but I can’t betray my own heart. I’ll make it up to you later.” In just half an hour, News of the Vance heiress running off for love dominated every media headline. 【LOL, seriously? Who talks like that anymore? Straight out of a cheesy romance novel! He totally deserved to be dumped!】 【To act so arrogantly in public, imagine how despicable he must be behind the scenes. They should investigate the Hayes family!】 【Cheers to Serena Vance! Women shouldn’t be sacrifices in arranged marriages!】 In an instant, the Hayes Group became the talk of the town, a laughing stock discussed over coffee. Meanwhile, Serena Vance, who orchestrated it all, was painted by public opinion as a brave new-age woman pursuing true love. I scrolled through the screen, my face devoid of emotion. Until I saw Serena Vance’s latest “apology statement”: 【Though this decision deeply hurt Mr. Hayes, I simply couldn’t accept a marriage without love, to sink into a numb existence for the rest of my life… All fault lies with me. Please don’t blame Mr. Hayes.】 Attached was a photo of her with swollen, red eyes. Especially glaring was the cheap silver ring on her ring finger. It clearly wasn’t the engagement ring I’d given her. Then, Liam Miller added fuel to the fire of public opinion: 【Serena has been so guilty, she’s lost so much weight. You can’t force love. We’ll still be friends.】 I actually laughed, a bitter, furious sound. If she had been honest before the wedding, I would have let her go and wished her well. But she didn’t. She chose this moment, in front of everyone, with the city’s elite gathered. To trample the Hayes Group’s dignity into the ground! And now she expects public opinion to force me to forgive her? Dream on! “Immediately inform everyone: withdraw all investments from Vance Corp, terminate all collaborations.” “Furthermore, use all resources to support Vance Corp’s competitors.” “If I don’t drive the Vance family into bankruptcy, I don’t deserve the Hayes name!” My assistant, Mark, broke out in a cold sweat, cautiously advising: “Mr. Hayes, public opinion is very unfavorable to us right now. Making a move at this moment might…” I cut him off sharply: “Afraid of what?” “An ungrateful serpent who repays kindness with malice — shouldn’t they be taught a lesson?” “This is a perfect opportunity to make an example of the Vance family. Let’s see who dares to challenge the Hayes Group again!” I rubbed my throbbing temples. Scene after scene of the past flooded my mind, unbidden. Years ago, Old Mr. Vance had suddenly passed away, and his illegitimate son aggressively seized the family assets. Serena Vance had knelt in the pouring rain for an entire day and night, just to beg me to save the Vance family. “Mr. Hayes, if you save the Vance family, I’ll do anything for you for the rest of my life!” I softened for a moment and proposed an arranged marriage. She agreed without hesitation. After our engagement, I fulfilled my promise. Not only did I help her reclaim her company, send that illegitimate son to prison, but I also personally taught her how to run the business. I nurtured Vance Corp from a small company into a prominent group in the city. But gradually, things changed between us. She started resisting my closeness, rejecting my arrangements, and longing for so-called “pure love.” Until Liam Miller, that swimming coach, appeared. She poured all her passion and affection onto him without reservation. Actually, half a month ago, I had given her one last chance. “Serena Vance, if you still want to get married, know your boundaries.” But she only smiled dismissively: “We’re just ordinary coach and student. It’s your own mind that’s dirty, seeing everything as tainted.” “Mr. Hayes, could it be that *you’re* guilty of cheating and that’s why you’re constantly suspicious of me?” My voice sank completely: “If you cross the line, I’ll take back everything I’ve given you.” She trembled violently, her tone finally softening: “You misunderstood. There’s nothing going on between Liam and me.” “I won’t see him again.” In that moment, I actually believed that we could go back to how things were. Sadly, she ultimately betrayed my last shred of trust. Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for being ruthless! The next morning, Serena Vance, accompanied by a large group of reporters, burst into my office. The moment she entered, she started weeping, tears streaming down her face:

“Mr. Hayes, I’ve already publicly apologized… please, I beg you, let me go, let the Vance family go…” Trembling, she handed me a document, explicitly stating in black and white: Agreement to annul the engagement. But all investments and collaborations would continue as usual. She had utterly disgraced the Hayes Group, then brought reporters to my office to pressure me, and now had the audacity to demand business as usual? Did I really look that easy to manipulate? I sneered in response: “Serena Vance, you humiliated the Hayes Group, played the victim online, smeared my name, and now you want to cancel the engagement *and* keep the money and resources?” “Do you think I’m particularly easy to bully?” She then dropped to her knees with a thud, repeatedly knocking her head on the floor. Tears mixed with the blood on her forehead, smearing her face. Serena Vance choked out: “Mr. Hayes, it’s all my fault! Please don’t take it out on my parents…” “Punish me however you want, I won’t complain!” Seeing this, Liam Miller, who was trailing behind her, grabbed Serena Vance and pulled her protectively behind him. He leaned close to my ear, his voice low but laced with menace: “Ryan Hayes, don’t push your luck. I have a thousand ways to make you beg Serena to let you go.” “There are some people you just can’t mess with.” I stared directly at him, refusing to back down: “I’d like to see who dares to touch the Hayes Group.” Liam Miller’s eye twitched in anger, a vein bulging on his forehead. Just as he was about to land a punch, Serena Vance suddenly lunged forward and hugged my leg. The blood from her forehead stained my shoe. “Mr. Hayes, I couldn’t control my heart, I fell in love with Liam!” “You can do anything to me, but please, I beg you, don’t hurt innocent people…” I looked up, seeing the constantly flashing cameras. My heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles. Finally, I just uttered one word, my gaze dark and menacing: “Get out!” Serena Vance’s legs buckled, and she stumbled backward. Liam Miller caught her, then swung his hand and slapped me hard across the face. “You dared to push her?!” A stinging pain instantly flared across my cheek. But I licked the corner of my mouth, laughing in furious defiance. Liam Miller’s voice was cold as a viper: “The Hayes Group can look forward to bankruptcy.” “All these years you forced her to run the company, to attend those late-night business dinners, raking in profits. She doesn’t owe you anything anymore!” “She’s a living, breathing person, not a puppet for you to make money!” My gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced through Serena Vance as I asked, word by word: “Teaching you to manage, guiding you into the industry – in your eyes, that was just using you to make money?” “Sending your parents to a top-tier nursing home – was that just to control you?” “Serena Vance, where’s your conscience?” Her eyes red, she hung her head, not daring to look at me. I let out a bitter laugh, tears uncontrollably welling up in my eyes. “Serena Vance, you have no heart!” She suddenly lunged at my feet again, weeping profusely: “Mr. Hayes, I will repay your kindness… please, I beg you, let us be together…” Her trembling hand gently touched her flat stomach. “The baby is innocent, he can’t be without a father…” I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, staggering back a few steps, barely able to stand. So, they even had a child together. That evening, Serena Vance went live on TikTok, tearfully “accusing” me. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. “For projects, he forced me to wear *those* kinds of clothes to please clients…” “When I refused, he hit me… he burned me with cigarette butts…” Liam Miller embraced her tenderly, his eyes red as he roared: “Ryan Hayes! Do you have to drive her to her death before you’re satisfied?!” Serena Vance frantically tried to cover his mouth: “Mr. Hayes, I’m sorry, Liam is just too upset, he didn’t mean to contradict you.” “If you don’t break off the engagement, I really can’t live anymore…” Liam Miller, while comforting her, screamed in anguish: “You’re holding onto Serena, aren’t you just afraid of not having anyone to make money for you?” “You’re nothing but a worthless parasite, sucking women dry!” Serena Vance suddenly pushed him away and, facing the camera, repeatedly knocked her head on the floor: “Mr. Hayes, Liam is just worried about me, please don’t be so merciless…” The comment section had already gone wild. Countless vicious curses and insults flooded the screen. 【Ryan Hayes, go to hell! Scumbag! Bloodsucker!】 【Serena, run! We support you!】 【The seemingly glamorous CEO of Hayes Group turns out to be a coward who relies on women!】 Finally, Serena Vance tearfully announced that she would be marrying Liam Miller abroad next month. “I want to live for myself, for once.” The live stream ended, and that’s when the real storm began. Hayes Group’s stock plummeted, partners terminated contracts one after another, and I became public enemy number one. I looked at the pitiful face on the screen, feeling only absurdity and a chilling coldness. Hatred, like a rampant vine, grew wildly, tightening around my heart.

I pressed the intercom, my voice cold and clear: “Notify all senior executives to report to the conference room immediately for a meeting.” In the conference room, all the group’s executives were present. I slammed a thick stack of documents onto the table. “Serena Vance has severely breached her contract and maliciously damaged the Hayes Group’s reputation. File a lawsuit immediately.” “At the same time, freeze all assets of the Vance family.” When we first collaborated, I had already set strict breach-of-contract clauses. If I could elevate her to the heavens, I could naturally make her fall to pieces. “Release this bank statement publicly.” In the past six months, Serena Vance had embezzled public funds, set up shell companies, and engaged in tax evasion, totaling nearly three billion. And almost all of that money flowed to Liam Miller. The CFO took a quick look and gasped sharply. “Finally, make this annulment agreement public, in its entirety.” Since she had the audacity to make me sign such terms, she should bear the consequences. “I want everyone to see clearly who the real bloodsucker is.” “I, Ryan Hayes, am not someone to be taken advantage of.” An hour later, #SerenaVanceUngratefulSnake# Topped the trending topics. #LiamMillerEpicSpendingSpree# Followed closely behind. Lawyer’s letters, transaction records, and contract clauses were widely circulated by major media outlets. Countless financial bloggers and self-media platforms analyzed and denounced them: 【Sucking up three billion, then sending her benefactor to the internet’s stake of public scorn?】 【This isn’t just love-struck; this is fraud!】 The people who had previously cursed me now turned their weapons, aiming all their fury at them. A viral article titled “Two-Faced Heiress Serena Vance: Illegally Siphoning Three Billion For Her High-Maintenance Lover” swept across the internet: 【Exchanging an engagement for resources, getting pregnant with another man’s child, and still expecting her ex to pay?】 【Three billion – Mr. Hayes wasn’t just supporting a fiancée, he was funding a bottomless money pit!】 My phone was inundated with messages and calls, so I just switched it off. This time, I would leave no room for escape. But I never expected that just three hours later, all related posts and reports were swiftly deleted. Serena Vance called, her voice thick with barely concealed triumph.

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My girlfriend’s male friend was furious again. It was our five-year anniversary, and she’d only gottenme* a gift, completely forgetting abouthim*. Declan was instantly furious, and Seraphina, without a second thought, blocked and deleted me, changing our couple avatar. “My buddy has a huge temper, darling. Once I’ve smoothed things over with him, we can change it back.” I reminded her, “This is the hundredth time.” She chuckled, then leaned in to kiss my lips. “I know. I’ll make it quick this time.” That evening, Declan posted an update on his Ins feed: [Considering someone’s performance exemplary, I grant you three days of freedom.] Seraphina immediately unblocked me. [Okay, darling, you can change our couple avatar back now.] But then, a female account withmy* couple avatar added her and sent a question mark: [What kind of couple avatar needs three people?] Seraphina stared at the message from the unknown account, then let out a sudden laugh. “Darling, you’re learning to mess with me now.” She shook her phone, then rose to hug me. “Wifey was wrong, okay? For the past 99 times, you never threw a tantrum. Have you finally learned how to get mad?” “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” I gently pushed her away. “I’m actually breaking up with you.” “Hahaha!” Seraphina threw herself back into my arms. “Okay, darling, wifey knows she messed up. They say there’s a limit to how many times you can push someone, and you’ve put up with me 99 times. So, of course, wifey needs to have some self-awareness. “I came back this time specifically to win you over.” A gift box appeared before me. I opened it to find twelve pigeon’s blood rubies, meticulously arranged. “Around this time last year, you said that if we ever got married, you’d want twelve sunrise rubies to adorn the ceremony hall. “Darling, twelve gems for twelve months. Do you like my year-long effort?” Seraphina produced a ring box, revealing a brand-new set of wedding bands inside. She slipped the men’s ring onto my ring finger, then, holding the women’s ring, she blushed. “Could you… put this on me?” Just then, doors in every room suddenly burst open, and our mutual friends pulled party poppers. “Happy 25th birthday, Julian!” “Say yes! Say yes!” The scene caught me completely off guard. Rubies from Mogok, Myanmar. The last auction price was a hundred million dollars. I had only mentioned it casually, and she remembered it all this time? Ribbons scattered in my hair, and Seraphina took my hand. “Darling, I’ve waited a long time for this day.” Her FaceTime suddenly rang. She answered, and the smile on her face froze. I clearly heard Declan’s furious voice from the other end of the line: “Who gave you permission to propose?! I just said I’d give you three days of freedom! And you forgot my giftand* proposed tohim*?! “You, a woman, practically begging to propose? Aren’t you worried he’ll just play you? “Did you evenask* for my approval?! Where do I even stand with you!!” Seraphina froze. Then, she subconsciously looked at our mutual friends. One friend, who was recording and about to share it, stiffened and quickly lowered their hand. Seraphina shot him a fierce glare, then roughly pulled the diamond ring off my finger, turning to walk out. “No, Declan, I didn’t mean to keep it from you!” “Hey! Seraphina!” Someone tried to stop her. “Julian’s side—” “What’s the point of worrying aboutthat* now! Let’s go!” Someone else glanced at me, shook their head and clicked their tongue, then snapped the lid back on the box of pigeon’s blood rubies and took it away. “Well, well, I actually thought Seraphina was serious this time. Guess some people just aren’t lucky enough, huh?” “Hahaha, what do you bet Seraphina will do to calm Declan down this time? He’s really mad!” “Leaving everything else aside, that box of rubies definitely needs to go to Declan as compensation, right?” That evening, Declan did indeed post an update on his Ins feed. Twelve rubies, tossed into a trash can. The caption read: [Touched by filthy trash, wouldn’t even touch it myself. (Bomb emoji)] Immediately after, another update appeared on his account. The photo showed twenty-four flawless sapphires glittering in a custom-designed velvet gift box. Declan’s hand rested on the box, a men’s wedding ring now adorning his ring finger. The caption: [Blue is far less common than red. Considering someone gave me her one and only custom design slot for life, I’ll let it go this time.] Seraphina liked the post. Her comment: [Grateful for Declan’s mercy and forgiveness.] In the likes section, their mutual friends had liked the post for what felt like ninety-nine rows. In the past, I probably would have demanded an explanation from Seraphina. But this time, I just liked the post, then swiftly deleted Declan’s contact. Along with all those mutual friends, deleted them all. The account that had shared my couple avatar suddenly messaged me on Snapchat. [Julian, actually, I didn’t just change my avatar with you purely to spite them. I… [Julian, do you understand what I’m trying to say?] I paused, then sighed. [Thank you, Valerie. I understand, and I really appreciate your support. [But right now, I’m just done with relationships. I’m planning to accept the company’s overseas branch offer. For the next few years, I just want to focus on my career and nothing else.] There was a long silence on her end. Finally, a message came through. [I support your decision, but if you ever need anything, remember I’m always here.] I sent a “Thanks a lot” sticker, feeling a warm current flow through me. Valerie and I would connect after I moved abroad. I’d find a way to repay her kindness through work then. That evening, I packed my bags. I didn’t have much. Seraphina always said she wanted someone to have dinner ready for her when she got home. So, for all these years, I didn’t push for career advancements; I dedicated myself to being the man behind her success. So, the house was Seraphina’s. The renovations were paid for by Seraphina. The appliances were bought by Seraphina. Aside from a few personal items, I had nothing else to take. Perhaps that’s why, after five years and a hundred betrayals, I was left feeling so utterly dejected and unfulfilled. That very night, I left our five-year home and moved into the temporary hotel arranged by my company, ready to connect with overseas clients. But just as I was heading to the first-floor pool with my swim trunks and towel, hoping to bond with the clients, someone suddenly yanked me from behind: “Hey! Julian actually showed up!”

“Seraphina just smoothed things over with Declan and threw a party to celebrate. We sent Julian an invite, but why’d he delete us?” “Julian, if you’re fighting with Seraphina, don’t drag us into it!” “Oh, come on, Julian, you were just being stubborn! See, you still came! Get in here! We’re just waiting for you!” I slapped away their outstretched hands. “I’m sorry, but the breakup is real.” The elevator doors opened. As I stepped in, a hand suddenly slammed against the door frame. “Julian, Declan’s waiting inside. Don’t play these games too much—” “Snap!” A sharp slap landed on his face. “He’s waiting for me, so I have to go? What do you think you are?!” “You!” “All of you, get lost!” I cut him off. “Don’t make this uglier than it has to be.” “Why so much anger?” A familiar voice drifted over. I turned to see Seraphina, smiling, walking hand-in-hand with Declan. Declan was dressed in a custom-tailored suit, adorned with tiny scattered diamonds. If you looked closely, you could see carved sapphire embellishments on it. “I’m not angry anymore, Julian. Why are you still being so unreasonable? Come on, I’ll personally take you inside!” Declan grabbed my hand, squeezing hard. The treated diamond from his ring dug sharply into my palm. I hissed in pain and violently yanked my hand away. “Don’t touch me!” My sudden movement stunned everyone. Seraphina’s expression shifted, then she stepped forward with a smile, reaching for me again. “Darling, don’t be mad. Wifey will personally take you in. Declan’s in a good mood today, give him some respect, okay? Be a good boy.” “Get lost!” I pushed her back with such force that she stumbled two steps. “I said we’re really broken up! Are you deaf?! “If you really don’t get it, fine. Today, in front of everyone, I’ll say it again: We are over!” Seraphina’s smile froze. Someone snickered. “What do you guys bet? Is he serious or not?” “Fake! Fifty bucks says it’s fake!” “A hundred!” “Ten grand!” “Wait, guys?” “What, you actually think he’s serious?” “Tch! Good point. Alright, then just a small bet, a hundred grand!” “No, is no one betting on him being serious? Then what are we even betting on, hahaha!” Declan raised his hand. “A million bucks. I bet he’s serious!” “HAHAHAHAHA!” Sharp glances and mocking laughter enveloped me. I clenched my fists. The elevator doors opened again, and I turned to leave. “Hey! Julian, don’t go!” Declan lunged forward, grabbing me just as the elevator doors were closing. His movement was so forceful that half my body was violently caught by the elevator door, and the elevator shuddered, dropping a few feet with a sickening lurch. I stumbled a few steps, falling to the floor. Looking at the elevator stuck midway, I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if I’d been a split second slower. “Bang!” I seized Declan’s arm, and with a swift motion, landed a punch squarely on his face. “Do you know what you’re doing?!” “Declan!” Seraphina’s panic was instantly undisguised. She rushed forward and hugged him. “Declan…” Her voice trembling, she gently traced the side of Declan’s bruised face, then looked up at me. Her gaze was unfamiliar, cold, filled with suppressed hatred. It was a Seraphina I’d never seen before. Was Declan’s position in her heartthat* important? Even after everything he’d done, he couldn’t suffer even a single slap? “Julian…” Seraphina’s voice was chilling. Our mutual friends immediately understood, circling around me. I scanned the group. Most of them were men, some twice my shoulder width. I raised my chin, looking at Seraphina. “What do you want?” She flinched. I took a step forward. “Are you going to kill me here?” The veins on Seraphina’s hand instantly bulged. I met her gaze, refusing to back down an inch. “Go back inside.” Seraphina grit her teeth, helping Declan to his feet. Declan looked confused. “Seraphina? He hit me!” “Go back inside!” Seraphina repeated. “Seraphina!” Declan’s teeth were practically grinding. “Since when did you side with him?!” But this time, Seraphina didn’t humor him. She just shot me a glare, then pulled his hand and left. I closed my eyes, calming my turbulent emotions. I picked up my towel and swim trunks, then took the stairs to the first floor.

“Tsk, tsk, who’s this?” A familiar voice rang out. I turned to see one of Declan’s buddies holding my clothes, swinging them around, a sneer on his face. “Give them back!” I lunged forward, but another buddy yanked the door open and shoved me out. “Oh my god! Is that guy naked?” “Seriously, how shameless can you be?” “Tsk! He’s not small, huh? Did anyone get a picture?” “Got it, got it! Look at him, what a good little pet!” A pair of high heels clicked slowly across the marble floor towards me. All chatter ceased. “Huh? Ms. Seraphina? What’s she doing here?” I looked up. Seraphina was holding Declan’s hand, standing before me. Declan, following behind her, had shed his previous injured look. His eyes and brows were filled with smug satisfaction. “Are you satisfied with this punishment?” Seraphina glanced at Declan. The unfamiliar coldness she’d shown me earlier was now soft and warm for him. “Seraphina,” Declan looked at her meaningfully. “I almost thought he’d really stolen you away.” “How could he?” Seraphina pouted. “There are no cameras in the changing rooms. Declan’s idea was brilliant.” “Haha! Of course! I’ll reluctantly forgive you this time, but…” Declan eyed me. “He still owes me an apology.” “Julian.” Seraphina looked down at me from her superior height. “Apologize.” I clenched my jaw so tightly that my cheek felt torn, and I tasted iron. “What did you say?” Declan crouched down. The next second, a mouthful of bloody spit landed on his face. “Ah!” Declan’s suit was stained a shocking red. “This is brand new! And it has the sapphires Seraphina gave me!” “Julian!” Seraphina grabbed my chin. “I told you to apologize! Not to add fuel to the fire! Why can’t you just learn to be obedient?!” “Obedient?” I gritted my teeth and curled my lips into a sneer. “I’ve never done anything wrong! Why shouldI* be obedient?!” Fury burned brightest in Seraphina’s eyes. Then, it slowly died down, leaving behind a chilling emptiness. “Since you’re so stubborn.” Suddenly, someone roughly grabbed me. Seraphina pulled my arm, dragging me through the corridor, past the astonished onlookers, through their shocked whispers: “What’s going on? He just came out naked?” “How can someone be so shameless?” “Tsk! What a good pet for the queen bee. Keep filming! It’s blurry!” “Seraphina!” My wrist was encircled with deep red marks. “What are you doing?! Give me back my clothes!” The hotel interior was mostly guests; there weren’t too many people. But the moment Seraphina pulled open the doors to the banquet hall, my heart nearly stopped. “Ah!” Naked, I was thrown into the banquet hall, exposed to everyone’s gaze. Among them were those overseas clients. They watched, stunned, at me—the man who had been laughing and chatting with them just moments before—their expressions shifting. “Seriously?! Isn’t this the banquet hall? If he wants to show off, pick another place!” “What ‘master’s task’?” “Julian! Are you crazy?! Do you still want to work with us?!” “No… No…” My knee was scraped raw, skin torn open and bleeding, exposed to everyone passing by. I could only curl up, trying to shield my private parts. “Don’t say anything! Please, stop!” Agony and despair engulfed me. When I looked at Seraphina, she stood at the doorway, looking down at me. Then she raised a hand, and someone immediately closed the doors, cutting off my path back. “Psst, is what we’re doing okay? Isn’t this illegal?” “Tsk! You don’t know Ms. Seraphina’s power? This little thing won’t do anything to her! Just do what she says, or you’ll be sorry!” People came and went in the banquet hall, but no one offered a hand. Even if someone wanted to step forward, they’d be held back by a companion: “Are you crazy? Didn’t you see who threw him in here?” “Exactly. Can you afford to offend Ms. Seraphina?” The hand that was about to reach out would retreat. “Julian!” Someone rushed forward, wrapping me tightly in a jacket. “What are you looking at?! Get lost!” The onlookers were immediately startled by the roar and quickly made way. I recognized her voice. I looked up, my breath trembling. “Valerie… Valerie?”

“Julian?” In the private room, Valerie carefully observed my expression. I leaned back on the sofa, feeling utterly dead inside. “Don’t be sad. I’ve sent people to delete all the videos and photos of you. There’s not a trace of you online.” She seemed a little flustered. “Thank you, Valerie.” I felt for something on my body, then took off the only thing I had—my watch—and placed it in her hand. “I will always remember your kindness. This watch is my father’s heirloom. In the future, when I achieve success in my career, I will return with resources to repay you and redeem this watch.” “Julian!” A loud shout stopped me as I was about to leave. Valerie’s lips parted. “I helped you because my heart ached for you, not for you to repay me.” I didn’t look back. “Julian…” Her breath hitched slightly. “I hope you understand, I like you not because I want something from you, but because I want to give you something.” I turned around. My eyes were already red. “Then can you ruin Seraphina?” “Of course.” She walked towards me, step by step. “Of course, Julian. “I was going to do that anyway.”

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My two older sisters got into a car accident and lost their memories. They forgot about me and mistook my parents’ friend’s son for our biological brother. Chloe, my older sister, gave him the inheritance my parents left for me. Harper, my second sister, used her connections to get him my graduate school admission spot. I thought they had truly forgotten me. Until one day, I accidentally overheard Chloe telling Harper, “Faking amnesia is exhausting. How about we just kick Julian out? Then we won’t have to pretend anymore.” I didn’t need them to kick me out. I left on my own, joining a twenty-year closed medical research program. During these twenty years, I couldn’t contact the outside world or go home. When my two sisters found out, they cried their hearts out. I was carrying the cake box, not even inside the front door yet, when I heard Chloe’s words. Harper chuckled softly. “Sounds good. Besides, without him, we can focus all our attention on Liam. Best of both worlds.” A shockwave ripped through me, and the cake box in my hands almost slipped. So, for the past six months, my two most beloved sisters had been deceiving me. They hadn’t forgotten me at all. And they knew Liam wasn’t their biological brother. Why? I couldn’t understand why they would lie to me like this. “But it’s his 23rd birthday today. Wouldn’t it be a bit harsh to kick him out right now?” Chloe suddenly spoke up again. My older sister still remembered my birthday. They remembered everything, yet for the past six months, they’d treated me like a stranger. Countless times they’d thrown me out of the house, countless times they’d showered Liam with affection right in front of me. “He’s really looking forward to this birthday. We have to make him leave on the day he anticipates most; that’s the only way he’ll completely give up and stop pestering us.” Harper’s voice was chillingly cold. That word—’pestering’—stabbed into my heart like a dagger. Thud. The cake I had personally baked fell to the floor, the frosting instantly smeared into a mess. Before, on my birthdays, Chloe and Harper would always prepare the cake for me. They’d also make sure to prepare lots of my favorite foods well in advance. So, every birthday was the happiest day for me. This time, I was also very much looking forward to it. I had hoped my birthday would somehow jog their memories. But now I knew: they had been faking amnesia all along.

When I entered the house, I was still carrying the ruined cake. Chloe was sitting on the sofa, peeling pecans for Liam. Harper was next to him, slicing an apple and thoughtfully drizzling it with honey. They used to treat me that way. Every time I came home for the weekend, they’d buy me tons of snacks, and both of them would play games with me. But recently, they’d been doing all this for Liam. They treated me like a stranger, giving me cold stares every day I came home. They never even cooked for me. I just thought they had amnesia, so I didn’t hold it against them. “Julian, come join us.” Liam flashed a smile, looking at me. He was the son of my parents’ friends. A year ago, his parents went on a business trip with mine and tragically died in a car accident. I was there too. In a critical moment, Dad shielded me, saving my life. With his last breath, he told me, “You’re a man now. You have to take good care of your two sisters.” I took his words to heart, willing to give up my own dreams and stay in the city with Chloe and Harper. But not long after, they both got into a car accident too, and then they lost their memories. When they woke up, they had forgotten me. They took Liam as their own brother and doted on him relentlessly.

“Oh, you’re just too sweet. These are from Chloe and Harper. Don’t you want to eat them all yourself?” Chloe ruffled Liam’s hair affectionately. Liam chuckled. “Even though Julian isn’t always nice to me, I believe I can win him over with my own kindness.” Harper shot me a cold look. “People like him can never be won over.” “Look how long we’ve kept him around. Not only is he ungrateful, but he keeps pushing his luck, shamelessly refusing to leave and claiming he’s our brother.” A bitter chill spread through my chest, and the hand holding the cake box tightened. Since they started faking amnesia six months ago, they’d treated me like a stranger, demanding I leave the house. But this was my home. I couldn’t just leave. So every day, I told Liam to get out and tried to tell my sisters that I was their real brother. But even when I showed them proof and had a paternity test done, they didn’t believe me. They said I was just faking it to get their money. They’d tried to kick me out more than once, but I stubbornly refused to go. Back then, I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t believe me, even with all the evidence right in front of them. Now, I finally understood. I looked at Chloe and Harper, and slowly, step by step, I walked toward them. I placed the cake box on the coffee table. Through the clear plastic, I could see the frosting was slowly melting, making the cake unrecognizable. “Chloe, Harper, it’s my birthday today.” My voice came out bitter. I couldn’t believe my sisters, who used to be so good to me, would now treat me so poorly for an outsider. They must have a good reason, a hidden difficulty. I didn’t want to expose them. I wanted them to tell me themselves. “How many times have we told you? We’re not your sisters!” Chloe looked at me with disgust. She probably forgot how much she used to adore me. Back then, she’d take me to play on the slide every day. She always told me, “Julian, Chloe will always be there for you.” “Yeah, what does your birthday have to do with us?” Harper’s face was equally cold. Normally, she was a very gentle woman, and always gentle with me. She owned her own company and once told me, “Julian, when you’re older, don’t worry. Harper will pave the way for you.” But now, they had both changed. Like this ruined cake, utterly unrecognizable.

Chloe grabbed the cake box and tossed it into the trash, her eyes cold as she stared at me. “Julian, please don’t come to our house anymore.” “You’re not our brother. You have no right to live here.” Actually, I should have noticed the clues earlier. They claimed to have forgotten me, yet they remembered my name, Julian. They treated Liam as their biological brother, but never once questioned why his last name was different. I trusted my sisters too much; my head was just muddled. I desperately wanted to expose them, but I held myself back. If I exposed them, they would surely get angry and wouldn’t want me anymore. My chest ached slightly, and I looked at them with pleading eyes. “Please don’t make me leave, okay?” “I… I only have you two.” I would never forget what Dad told me. I wouldn’t give up on them. Chloe paused, and for a moment, I thought I’d moved her. But after a few seconds, she said, “No. You’re not our biological brother. You can’t stay here.” “Liam is our brother.” Harper stood up and pushed me toward the door, her attitude unyielding. The pain was unbearable. I never thought they could hate me this much. “Fine, I’ll go.” If my absence made them happy, I was willing to leave. I turned to go, but then I heard Chloe tell Liam, “Liam, Mom and Dad left some money for you, and I’ve already transferred it to your name.” My whole body stiffened. I almost thought I’d misheard. Because my parents’ jobs involved some risks, they had transferred all their assets to my two sisters before the car accident. At that time, I wasn’t yet 18, so they had Chloe manage my portion of the inheritance. But now, she had actually transferred it to Liam. Even if they had a good reason to treat him well, they shouldn’t have given him my money. I had no income now. That was the money I needed for graduate school!

“Chloe, that’s my money! You can’t give it to him!” I turned back, glaring at Chloe. To my surprise, she got even angrier, stood up, and slapped me across the face. “You’ve got some nerve! You’re not even part of this family, so why would you claim that money is yours?!” “Those funds were left by our parents for Liam!” My ears rang, and my cheek throbbed with pain. “You always say Liam is your and Harper’s biological brother, but why is his last name different?” I stared intently into her eyes, catching a fleeting moment of panic. But the panic quickly vanished. She calmly fabricated a story: “Liam was raised by others for a while, so he took their last name. That’s why he’s a different last name.” “As for you, you probably just made up your own name!” “You’re not our brother at all.” A bitter chill spread through my chest. I thought that by speaking so plainly, they would drop the act. But they were still pretending. Chloe, Harper, what exactly is your secret that makes you treat me this way? In the end, I was kicked out of my own home. On my 23rd birthday, the only two family members I had in the world abandoned me.

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I hadn’t had my period for three months, so I eagerly rushed to the hospital for an ultrasound. The doctor stared at my results for a long moment, then looked up, utterly shocked. “Miss Stella, you don’t have a uterus!” My first reaction was denial. “How could I not have a uterus? My periods were always normal before; they just suddenly stopped three months ago.” The doctor checked my records on the computer. “Three months ago, you had a hysterectomy.” A hysterectomy? I immediately shook my head. “No, three months ago, I had an appendectomy!” “The surgical record clearly states ‘hysterectomy,’ and your husband’s signature is on the consent form.” Refusing to give up, I pleaded with the doctor to retrieve the consent form from that time. \[Patient: Stella Anderson, Procedure: Hysterectomy] At the bottom, Liam’s signature was bold and sweeping. —It was undeniably his handwriting. I was still reeling from the shock when the doctor suddenly discovered something else on her computer. “Your husband’s name is Liam Anderson, right?” “Yes.” “He just accompanied another woman for a prenatal check-up. Her name is Chloe Miller. Do you know her?” I did know her. A year ago, when Liam was in a car accident, Chloe was the one who saved him.

I don’t know how I left the hospital. Crossing the street, I nearly got hit by a car. Both the driver and I were startled. But my mind was a mess. Liam and I had been together since high school, from awkward teenagers to getting married. Fifteen years, just like that, through countless summers and winters. Everyone around us knew he was absolutely crazy about me. Even in the second before the car crash, Liam had pushed me out of the vehicle, while he and the car plunged off the cliff. And Chloe, she was the girl who saved him at the bottom of the cliff. He lost his memory after the accident and Chloe took him in, caring for him for six months. After six months, he finally regained all his memories and came back to me. He was still so in love with me. The first time he saw me, he rushed forward, pulling me into a desperate embrace, his eyes red. “Stella, I thought I’d never see you again.” I was so grateful to Chloe for taking care of him during that time, I could have fallen to my knees. I decided Liam should transfer half a million dollars to Chloe and buy her family a house in downtown Westwood as a thank you. I had even asked Liam once. “When you lost your memory, you were with Chloe, weren’t you?” Liam just gently held and kissed me. “That was all when I had amnesia. Now that my memory’s back, my heart only beats for you.” I was skeptical at first. Until one day, Liam sent Chloe’s entire family overseas. And he went to a tattoo parlor, getting ‘Stella’s Only’ tattooed over his heart. He’s allergic to tattoo ink, and that night, he ran a high fever. In his feverish daze, he clutched my hand, whispering, “I’m fine. I just want to make you feel secure. If I ever lose my memory again, seeing this tattoo will remind me that I have a wife, and her name is Stella Anderson, and I love her very, very much.” I cried uncontrollably and finally, completely believed him. Whether it was a class reunion or a business dinner, Liam always brought me along. His friends would always tease him, “Liam, you’re so clingy. Can’t be away from your wife for a second. You act like you want to keep her in your pocket!” Liam would just grin, enjoying it. “You guys are just jealous I married such an amazing woman.” Three months ago, we started trying for a baby. But one night, I suddenly had terrible stomach pain. Liam took me to the hospital and told me it was acute appendicitis, requiring surgery to remove my appendix. I didn’t doubt him. I watched Liam sign the consent form, and then I was wheeled into the operating room. But it turned out they didn’t remove my appendix at all. It was my uterus… By the time I got home, night had fallen. As I pushed the door open, I heard Liam on the phone. “…Okay, I’ll be over tonight to be with you and the baby.” “Don’t worry, Stella’s uterus has been removed. She won’t ever get pregnant, so no one can threaten our child’s position.” “I’ve given her my affection and the prestige of being Mrs. Anderson. You have to stay in the shadows, I know it’s unfair to you.” “Once the baby is born, I’ll arrange for a private adoption, so we can bring the baby into our home as our child.” “Don’t worry, Stella is very kind; she’ll take good care of the baby.” “She’ll never know. Never.” I stood frozen outside the door, my body turning cold. He hadn’t forgotten Chloe at all. He wanted to compensate Chloe, so he got her pregnant; and to make *me* feel secure, he set up this elaborate scheme to remove my uterus. At first, I fantasized that the doctor made a mistake, or that there were people with the same names, a Liam Anderson and a Chloe Miller. But fantasies are just fantasies; they’re always shattered by reality. Since our past affection was gone, I wasn’t going to play this twisted game of his, where I’m the dutiful wife and she’s his secret obsession. I turned and left, hailing a cab… At the Civil Registry Office, the clerk verified my ID. “Miss Stella Anderson, are you sure you want to change your name to Cora?” I nodded. “Yes.” “Reason for the name change?” “I just don’t like my old name anymore. I felt like changing it.” An adult changing their name doesn’t need anyone’s approval. The clerk quickly processed it. “Your new name will be official in seven business days.” “Thank you.” I’d just left the Registry Office when I ran straight into Liam. He grabbed me, looking frantic. “Stella, where did you go? Your phone was off! I was worried sick!” Behind him, a group of police officers followed. One of them even joked, “Well, your wife’s found. You can relax now, right?” Another officer spoke directly to me. “Your husband was genuinely worried about you. When you disappeared, he looked like he was losing his mind. The entire precinct was out looking for you. Good thing there’s surveillance footage; we saw you at the Registry Office.” Liam asked me, “Stella, what were you doing at the Registry Office?” I said calmly, “Nothing much. Just updating some information.” “The police pulled up surveillance footage earlier and saw you went to the hospital today. Are you feeling unwell?” I looked up at this man who claimed to love me more than his own life. Why was he so worried about me, yet still involved with Chloe? Was it because she saved his life that he felt obligated to commit to her? Or had he genuinely fallen for Chloe during those six months? And now, even with his memory restored, his feelings for her lingered? “Stella, why aren’t you saying anything?” I gently pushed him away, my voice flat. “No, I’m not unwell. I just had my blood type checked.” “Why would you get your blood type checked?” “So I can donate blood easily in the future, if someone needs it.” A huge weight lifted off Liam’s shoulders. “That’s our Stella, always so kind, always thinking about donating blood and saving lives.” Back home, Liam seemed even more clingy. While driving, he’d hold the steering wheel with his left hand, and my hand with his right. It was the same at dinner; he’d rather clumsily use a fork with his left hand than let go of my hand.

I said, “Let go, it’s inconvenient.” But Liam held tighter. “I won’t let go. I’m afraid if I do, I’ll lose you.” I sighed. He was just trying to reassure me, but he probably never imagined – His words would become a chilling prophecy. Seven days later, I would completely shed my identity, officially embrace my new name, and start a brand new life. …And leave him for good. After dinner, Liam sat with me on the couch, watching a reality show. He peeled grapes and placed them all in a crystal dish, handing them to me. Suddenly, his phone rang. He pulled out a few tissues to wipe his hands, then guiltily went out to the balcony to answer the call. When he returned, he lightly kissed my cheek. “Honey, something urgent came up at work. I have to go.” It was Chloe, wasn’t it? Calling him to come be with her and the baby. Even though I was prepared, hearing him lie directly to my face still stung my heart. I nodded. “Go ahead.” Liam hugged me. “Be a good girl and stay home tonight. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” Liam grabbed his jacket and practically ran out of the house, driving away. And I, on an impulse, opened my tablet and launched an app. This app was linked to Liam’s dashcam, allowing me to see his car’s real-time status. His car was driving normally on the road leaving our house, but his voice on the phone came through clearly: “…I’m on my way. Just a little longer.” Chloe’s voice was playfully coy. “Stella didn’t notice, did she?” “Don’t worry, she won’t.” “Then tonight… shall we do something exciting?” Liam’s breathing noticeably quickened, his voice husky. “You’re still pregnant.” Chloe’s voice was so sweet it could drip honey. “When we went for the prenatal check-up today, didn’t the doctor say the baby’s perfectly fine? And it’s been three months; the baby is stable. Honey, it’s been so long since we’ve been intimate since I got pregnant. I miss you so much…” “My little temptress,” Liam groaned, a dark promise in his voice. “Just wait! I’ll take good care of you tonight!” Liam’s car drove all the way to his company building. It turned out that sending Chloe overseas was also a lie. Chloe had been living in his company building all along. He’d been seeing me every day at home, and her every day at work. I suddenly laughed. People really do laugh when they’re speechless. Liam had woven a beautiful, dreamy bubble, trapping me inside, making me believe I was the happiest woman in the world. But outside that bubble, he had another family, and soon, he’d have a child. I found it utterly meaningless. The car’s engine shut off, and the dashcam should have turned off with it. But a few minutes later, the app flashed a notification: the dashcam was working again. I reopened the app and witnessed a deplorable scene— Liam and Chloe, right there in the car, passionately intertwined, lost in the moment. Chloe’s belly was already slightly rounded, and he had one hand protectively on her stomach while pulling her close with the other. I saw Chloe’s enraptured expression and Liam’s face twisted with desire, and I turned my head and threw up. I felt disgusted. I didn’t care to know how many rounds they went through. All I did was, in the early hours of the next morning, copy all the dashcam footage from the previous night onto a USB drive. Five hours of content, sufficiently “exciting.” It would make a perfect breakup gift, a spectacular end to our decade-long relationship. At nine in the morning, Liam returned. He was carrying a bag of breakfast. “Stella, why are you up so early? Didn’t get enough sleep?” I was on the balcony watering flowers. These were rare Epiphyllum plants I had meticulously cultivated over the years. I’d nurtured them for seven years, and they’d only just bloomed for the first time this year. But I used scissors to cut off the blossoms and threw them into the trash. Liam looked surprised. “Such rare flowers, why did you cut them off?” I said, “Epiphyllum only bloom for a moment. They bloomed last night; there’s no meaning anymore.” “It seems I missed their most beautiful moment. It’s all my fault; I shouldn’t have gone to the company last night. I should have stayed with you.” I smiled faintly. “It doesn’t matter.” Liam hugged me from behind, nuzzling my ear. “Since you’re already awake, should we… continue trying for a baby?” His implication was obvious. I really wanted to ask, “You spent hours in bed with Chloe last night, are you sure you can go for another round now?” But the words died on my lips. It felt pointless. Anyway, I was already planning to leave. No use arguing. “No, I got my period.” Liam’s expression instantly changed. “How can that be? How could you get your period…” Realizing he’d slipped up, he quickly corrected himself. “No, I mean, isn’t it not time yet?” I said, “Maybe it came early.” Liam said nothing, but his face darkened considerably. “Stella, I need to make a call.” He turned and went back to the bedroom. He called a doctor friend. “Stella’s uterus was removed, wasn’t it? How can she still be having a period? Was the surgery successful?” The friend replied with certainty. “The surgery was definitely successful. I’m very sure about that.” “Then why is she bleeding?” “It could be inflammation, or it could be that your intimate life is too intense, causing tears.” Hearing the latter, Liam’s mood immediately brightened. “In that case, it’s possible. Last time Stella and I… ahem, it was quite intense.”

The doctor friend reassured him. “Keep track of her cycle. Around her period, you make sure to be extra ‘attentive’. If she has a small amount of bleeding each time, she’ll never discover the truth.” Liam chuckled. “Alright, I’ll do as you say.” When he came out of the bedroom, I was still tending to my flowers on the balcony. But unlike before, where I meticulously cared for them, gently nurturing each one. Today, I cut off all the blossoms, and then I ripped out the entire plant by its roots, carelessly piling them up. “Stella, you usually cherish these flowers so much. Why did you pull them all out?” I said, “I don’t like them anymore.” “I feel like your mood has been off these past few days.” “It’s just my period. Mood swings are normal.” Just then, Mrs. Davis, our housekeeper, walked by. I called out to her. “Mrs. Davis, please throw out this pile of trash later.” “Ma’am, these uprooted plants?” “Yes, and these flowerpots too. Throw them all away.” The next morning, Liam told me, “Stella, you haven’t been in a good mood lately, so I booked you a trip. Why don’t you go away for a few days?” I calculated the time; my new name would become official in five days. So I asked, “How many days?” “Three days,” Liam said. “It’s just the next town over, very close. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you going too far alone.” I agreed. “Okay.” That afternoon, Liam’s driver came to pick me up. “Mrs. Anderson, I’ll take you to the airport.” I didn’t say anything, letting the driver take me. At the airport, the driver watched me through security before hurrying away. Outside the departure lounge, the driver called Liam. “Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson is on the plane.” Liam grunted. “Wait there. Chloe’s parents’ flight is about to land. Pick them up and take them home. Be polite.” “Yes.” After the driver left, I found an excuse to leave the boarding gate. I stood in a hidden spot and watched Chloe’s parents emerge from the arrival gate. I saw the driver eagerly rush over to help with their luggage, respectfully ushering them into the car, busily loading their bags into the trunk. I hailed a taxi. “Follow that car.” After I left, Liam went to pick Chloe up and brought her home. When the driver returned with Mr. and Mrs. Miller, Chloe joyfully rushed to them. “Mom, Dad, I finally get to see you!” Liam respectfully opened the car door for Mr. and Mrs. Miller and then poured them tea. His deferential attitude made him look exactly like a devoted son-in-law. Liam apologized. “Uncle, Aunt, because Stella is still here, I had to send you abroad first. I apologize for the inconvenience.” Mr. Miller chuckled. “It’s alright, you arranged for someone to travel the world with us. We had a great time.” “I’m glad to hear that.” Mrs. Miller said, “Chloe is already pregnant. Why are you still calling us ‘Uncle’ and ‘Aunt’?” Liam quickly corrected himself. “Dad, Mom.” “Ah! That’s better!” The whole family laughed happily. Chloe clung intimately to Liam’s arm throughout, radiating a sweet, demure charm. She instructed Mrs. Davis. “Mrs. Davis, please prepare the guest room for my parents.” Mrs. Davis nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Anderson.” I watched silently. Liam’s affair was something I had already known. But Mrs. Davis’s attitude was the final straw. Even the housekeeper knew about Liam and Chloe, calling her “Mrs. Anderson.” She was clearly familiar with Mr. and Mrs. Miller; their arrival didn’t surprise her at all! Mrs. Davis was someone I had hired myself. Because Mrs. Davis had a disabled son, I had even tripled her salary. I treated her like family, inviting her to eat with us, and even bringing her on our family vacations. And now, even Mrs. Davis was keeping secrets from me… I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if a thousand needles were piercing me. I doubled over, unable to stand steady. The nauseous feeling rose again, and I started gasping for breath, tears blurring my vision. I accidentally bumped into the wind chime by the door. Ding-a-ling— The wind chime tinkled. Liam reacted almost instantly, shouting, “Who’s out there?!” He yanked the door open and rushed out, but it was silent outside. There was no one there. Chloe walked over, asking suspiciously, “What’s wrong, Liam?” Liam shook his head. “I just heard the wind chime by the door, and thought someone was eavesdropping.” Chloe also looked around, then let out a light laugh. “You’re too jumpy, aren’t you? Wind chimes ring whenever there’s a breeze, what’s so strange about that?” Liam frowned. “Maybe.” The driver also said, “Mr. Anderson, don’t worry. I personally watched Mrs. Anderson go through the boarding gate. She should be on the plane by now.” Liam still felt uneasy and called my phone. A robotic female voice announced: “The number you have dialed is switched off.” Hearing this, Liam finally relaxed completely. “It seems I was just too tense.” He put his arm around Chloe and they sat back on the couch, the door automatically closing. Behind the closed door, in the corner of the wall, my hand holding the phone was trembling slightly. I covered my mouth and nose, slowly retreating from the house. I hailed a taxi and gave the address of a hotel. The driver asked me, “Miss, why are you crying? Did you have a fight with your husband?” I wiped the tears from my face and shook my head. “No fight.” Indeed, there was no need to fight anymore. Chloe was pregnant, Liam was already calling her parents ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’, and even Mrs. Davis called Chloe ‘Mrs. Anderson’. They were the family.

I was just a fool in everyone’s eyes. At the hotel, I slept. Estimating when the plane would be about to land, I finally turned on my phone. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Liam’s call came through. “Baby, did you land safely?” “Yes, I’m at the hotel.” “Good. Have a great time. I’ll pick you up from the airport when you get back.” “…Okay.” After hanging up, I went to a bank. I withdrew all the money from my accounts in cash, then went to a department store and bought a suitcase, along with some change of clothes. Then, I took the suitcase back to the hotel, ready to pick up when I left. After packing the things I needed for my departure, I thought of my cat, who had been boarded at the vet clinic due to ringworm. It was when Liam and I first met, because we found this dying stray kitten together. We took the kitten to the vet for treatment, and it took three months for it to fully recover. When we picked it up, he said, “Stella, from now on, we’re its mom and dad. You give it a name.” At that time, I was only 18, unexpectedly thrust into cat-motherhood. And he’d effectively branded me as ‘the mother of his son’. Later, I learned that Liam had liked me for a long time. He had intentionally placed that stray kitten on my daily route to school, just waiting for me to find it. When I confronted him, Liam complained somewhat helplessly, “I kept trying to ‘accidentally’ run into you, but you treated me like I was invisible. I had to resort to this last-ditch effort. What could I do? I love you so much; I can’t imagine anyone else.” You couldn’t imagine anyone else? That wasn’t true. Besides me, you had Chloe. You loved me, but you loved her too. In your mind, you gave me affection and status, and her the child, seemingly fair. But Liam, I’m not a pushover. If the love you give isn’t pure anymore, I’d rather not have it. You don’t have to be constantly on edge, hiding things from me, and I’ll have my peace and freedom. I went to the vet clinic and saw the little cat. The vet smiled and asked, “How come the cat’s dad isn’t with you? You usually come together.” I said calmly, “He’s busy.” “Oh.” The vet said, “The cat’s ringworm has completely healed. You can take him home today.” But I said, “I don’t plan on taking him. Could you please find a reliable adopter for him?” “Are you planning to have children?” “Why do you ask?” The vet’s smile was a little bitter. “Many cats and dogs here are like that. Their owners plan to start a family, so they decide not to keep pets and leave them here for adoption.” Yes, I was going to have a child soon. But it wasn’t mine. I was actually a little reluctant to let him go. After all, I had raised the kitten for so many years; we had a bond. But if I was leaving, the cat would be difficult to take with me. Plane cargo travel is too long; I was afraid something might happen to him. “Please, help me find an adopter as soon as possible.” “Oh, by the way, a young lady came in today and played with the cat for a while. She seemed to really like him. I’ll contact her and ask.” The vet contacted the person, who immediately expressed great willingness to adopt the cat. She said she’d come pick him up now. I waited at the vet clinic for a while and met the adopter. She was a very sweet and innocent young girl, and she genuinely loved the cat. I agreed and even gave the girl some extra money. She didn’t want to take it. “I’m just adopting him; I can’t take your money. Please take it back.” But I insisted on pressing the money into her hand. “The cat is getting older, and he has a genetic condition. He’ll need medical care in the future, so this money is for his future vet bills.” The girl finally accepted it, thanked me, and left with the cat. My phone chimed with a message. \[Liam: Baby, did you have fun today? I miss you so much.] I sneered. I replied directly: \[Then I’ll fly back to you now. Pick me up at the airport in three hours.] Liam replied quickly: \[No, don’t let me disrupt your trip. Have a good time. I can wait.] I almost scoffed aloud. Men. Your affection is so cheap. You can’t even stand such a small test, yet you pretend to be so deeply in love. \[Liam: Did you take any good pictures? Show me some beautiful photos of my wife.] I searched online for a few pictures of tourist spots, removed the watermarks, and sent them to him. \[Liam: Why is it all scenery, no pictures of my baby?] \[Me: I’m tired. Going to sleep now.] \[Liam: Okay, get some rest. Love you.] I slept at the hotel for three days, resting and planning my next steps. After leaving here, I wanted to visit the Nordic countries to see the Northern Lights, then go to Africa to see the wildlife and savannas. After that, I’d booked a remote island. The island belonged to a small nearby country and couldn’t be bought, so I leased it for a hundred years. That was the home I chose for myself. From now on, I’d live facing the ocean, with the warmth of spring all around me. On the morning of the fifth day, I didn’t check out. Instead, I extended my reservation for two more days. To store my luggage when I left. Then, I took a taxi to the airport. Not long after, the driver arrived. He grinned. “Mrs. Anderson, you’re finally back! Mr. Anderson has been talking about you non-stop these past two days; we were all getting tired of hearing it.” I didn’t say anything, just got into the car. Fake words were enough to hear once; I didn’t want to respond, to avoid hearing more lies. Upon arriving home, everything had returned to normal. It was as if I had never left. Liam gave me a big hug. “Welcome home, honey.” Mrs. Davis also cheerfully said, “Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson instructed me this morning to buy all your favorite ingredients. Today, I’ve cooked all your favorite dishes.” Liam came closer, nuzzling me gently. “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I guess he felt that way. Your period should be over by now, right? Tonight… should we go to bed early?” I pushed him away. “I’m tired.” “You sleep, I’ll do my thing.” He was about to cling to me again, but the next second, the front door was pushed open. Chloe stood outside, looking a little flustered. “Oh, Stella, you’re back?”

I felt the arms around me stiffen instantly. I smiled faintly. “Chloe, long time no see. Why are you suddenly back in the country? Didn’t you like living abroad?” “I…” Chloe stammered. “I just left my bag at home. I’ll grab it and go.” The moment her words fell, a tremendous crash echoed from overhead. The huge crystal chandelier in the villa had come loose, and with a deafening crash, plummeted. In the blink of an eye, Liam darted towards Chloe, yelling “Watch out—”, but it was *my* body that bore the brunt of the impact. I woke up in the hospital. My entire body was wrapped in white bandages; every inch of my skin was in excruciating pain. The nurse said, “You have three fractures and seventeen hairline cracks. And the metal fragments and shattered crystals left countless small wounds. You’ll need to rest for a while.” I asked the nurse, “What’s the date today?” “The 13th.” Good. Tomorrow was the day my new name would become official. I still had one day and one night. I still had time. When Chloe appeared at the doorway, I wasn’t too surprised. I smiled faintly. “Come to see if I’m dead?” Chloe clutched her waist, deliberately thrusting her belly forward. “Stella, you’re really hard to kill. I had my dad loosen all the screws on that chandelier. I can’t believe something so heavy still didn’t finish you off.” “You were so sure Liam would save you?” “Of course.” Chloe said smugly. “Because I’m carrying his child. If I died, he’d be left without an heir.” “So, you also knew about my hysterectomy?” “Hahahaha, not only did I know, but I was the one who gave Liam that idea. But what can I say? He listens to me now. He does whatever I tell him; he’s such a good husband. Stella, thank you for training him so well. The previous generation plants the trees, the later generation enjoys the shade. Eventually, I’ll be the one enjoying the fruits of your labor.” Hearing her voice now made me sick. I pointed towards the door. “Get out.” “Don’t be in such a hurry to kick me out, Stella. There’s still one more act to play out…” I tensed. “What act?” “Since you didn’t die, I can’t become Mrs. Anderson. So this act is one I specifically added for you, you know~” The moment her words fell, Chloe suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed it against her own belly. “Ah— Help!” She collapsed to the floor, struggling in pain. “Stella, I know I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, just please spare my baby…” With a bang, the hospital room door was forcefully pushed open. Liam saw her on the floor, his eyes blazing. “Chloe! Are you okay?” Chloe was on the verge of tears. “Wuwuwu, Liam, I’m in so much pain!” “Doctor! Doctor!” The doctor and nurses quickly arrived. Liam carried Chloe onto a hospital bed and they wheeled her away. He didn’t spare me a single glance the entire time. Two hours later, Liam came. His face was dark, radiating an ominous aura, his voice low. “Stella, why did you push Chloe?” I said, “Shouldn’t you explain what’s going on with the baby in her belly?” “Yes, I did get her pregnant, but that’s no reason for you to try and harm her! She’s pregnant. If something went wrong, that’s two lives lost!” I closed my eyes. “She told you I pushed her?” “Could she have deliberately fallen herself? She’s pregnant; she wouldn’t be so reckless.” “Did she lose the baby?” “…No, she didn’t, but she was shaken, and she looked absolutely terrified.” I turned my face away, not wanting to look at him. “Go take care of them. Don’t just stand there.” Liam sighed, saying softly, “Stella, I know this has been a huge shock for you. But I can promise you, the title of Mrs. Anderson will always be yours. Even if Chloe gives birth to my child, it can’t replace your place in my heart.” “Then what’s Chloe’s place in your heart?” Liam said in a low voice, “…I admit, I did fall in love with her during the time I lost my memory. But after my memories returned, deep down, I still loved you more. I wanted to live a good life with you, but Chloe… I couldn’t let her go either.” So you listened to her “best of both worlds” plan, and removed my uterus? Calling it fair? “Stella, Chloe won’t compete with you. You’ll always be my favorite, my Mrs. Anderson.” Outside, a nurse’s voice called out, “Is patient 34, Chloe Miller’s husband, here?” Liam immediately asked anxiously, “I’m Chloe Miller’s husband. What happened to her?” “Nothing, don’t worry. She just woke up and didn’t see you, so she asked us to help find you.” Liam nodded, looking guilty. “Stella, I’ll go check on her first.” “Yes, go ahead.” “Get some rest. Chloe can’t be without me right now. I’ll have to stay with her tonight so she can sleep. I’ll come back to accompany you tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” Watching Liam’s retreating back, I let out a bitter laugh. There would be no tomorrow. Liam, we’ll never see each other again, not in this life. After Liam left, I called my best friend, Riley. When Riley arrived and saw me, her eyes immediately reddened. “How could the crystal chandelier at home suddenly fall? The workers must have been so careless!” I was calm. I wiped my tears and said, “Riley, I need your help.” “What kind of help? Tell me.” “Tomorrow morning, help me leave.” I told Riley everything that had happened recently. Riley immediately jumped up. “You wait here! I’m going to go call Liam and make him explain himself!” I stopped her. “A man whose heart has changed is just garbage. I don’t want him anymore.” I said, “At seven in the morning, during the nurses’ shift change, there’s a gap in security. Take me out then.” Riley stayed with me in the hospital all night.

At seven in the morning, I changed into the clothes Riley brought, sat in a wheelchair, and Riley pushed me out of the hospital. The moment I got into the car, I felt a sense of lightness I’d never experienced before. I asked Riley to go to the hotel first to pick up the luggage I’d prepared for myself. On the way, following my pre-planned itinerary, I used my new, official name, Cora, to purchase all the plane tickets to the Nordic countries, Africa, and the island. At nine in the morning, the Civil Registry Office opened for the day. I was the first to pick up my new ID card and passport. Then, straight to the airport. I was still recovering, so Riley contacted the airport staff, who escorted me all the way onto the plane. Riley asked me, “Why did you change your name to Cora?” Cora. My new name. In my native tongue, it sounded like ‘heart dead’ – a bitter farewell to my past, and a silent promise to myself that the old ‘me’ was gone forever. Just before boarding, Riley said, “Don’t worry, I won’t breathe a word. Cora, fly high. Go pursue a better life.” As I was going through customs, I received a call from Liam. He was still as anxious as ever. “Stella, where did you go? You’re still injured; how can you just wander off? I’m worried sick!” I just said, “The morning air was nice, so I asked the nurse to push me downstairs for some fresh air.” Liam sighed. “Stella, the chandelier falling yesterday was an accident. I rushed towards Chloe because she was pregnant; my first instinct was to protect the baby. I just…” “Enough. No need to explain. I don’t want to hear it.” Liam said, “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll buy it and bring it to you.” I said, “Could you go home and get something for me?” “Okay, what is it?” “In the living room drawer, there’s an envelope with a USB drive inside. That’s my gift to you.” Liam was delighted. “You prepared a gift for me? Is it a souvenir from your trip?” “You’ll know when you go back and see it.” “Okay, I’ll go back and see it now.” Liam said, “Stella, I’ll definitely treat you doubly well from now on. I’m so happy you prepared a gift for me…” “Liam.” “Hmm, I’m here.” “Never again.” My voice was ethereal, as if from a distant place. Liam didn’t hear clearly. “Stella, what did you say? Hello?” But only the hum of the plane’s engine filled the phone. And a gentle female voice: “Madam, our plane is about to take off. Please turn off your phone. Thank you for your cooperation.” *Beep*— The call was disconnected. I took out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and handed it along with my phone to the flight attendant. “Please dispose of these for me. Thank you.” “Of course.” On the other side, Liam was in a state of immense shock. He hadn’t misheard; that voice on the other end was a flight attendant’s! I boarded a plane? Impossible. I had even prepared a gift for him, which meant I still had feelings for him. Why would I suddenly fly away? The gift… Liam immediately turned and sprinted home. Following my instructions, he finally found the USB drive… Ten hours later, a plane smoothly landed at Oslo International Airport in Norway. The airport had arranged a pick-up, and I was immediately taken to a local hospital.

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A month before the wedding, my fiancé, Declan, wanted to have a child with his deceased brother’s wife, Briar. He said it was to carry on his brother’s line. I didn’t scream or break down. I simply sent a calm text, asking: “Briar has many ways to have a child, why does it have to be with you?” But the next second, he FaceTimed me, furious, accusing me of being unreasonable: “My brother entrusted her to me on his deathbed, and she knows no one here. She only has me to rely on. What’s wrong with me having a child with her?” “Besides, it’s just IVF, Sera. It’s not like anything else will happen. We’re still getting married.” I smiled as I replied: “No need. My groom has changed. I’m happy to step aside for both of you.” … The room buzzed with nosy stares, openly scrutinizing me. Several people tried to speak, but the words seemed to catch in their throats. I knew what they wanted to ask: Briar’s belly was growing bigger, but the child inside wasn’t her deceased husband Brandon’s. It belonged to my fiancé. That was already explosive news. And the fact that I hadn’t made a scene, not a single protest, made it even crazier. Finally, an old classmate from high school couldn’t hold back and broke the silence: “Sera, did Declan get delayed on the way? Why isn’t he here yet?” I didn’t even lift my head. “He and I are no longer together. We broke up.” Everyone froze for a second, then burst into laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding! Everyone knows how perfect you two were. You were practically at the altar, how can you just break up like that?” Yeah, right? We’d been through so many tough times together. How could he change now, just when our lives were finally settling down? Before I could reply, the door suddenly swung open. It was Declan who walked in this time, but right behind him was the other star of the gossip, Briar Davies. Declan didn’t even glance at me. He pulled out a chair, helped Briar sit down, and then spoke: “Briar’s had some stomach pain, so I took her to the hospital to make sure the baby was okay. We’re a bit late.” The smiles on everyone’s faces instantly froze. Our classmate awkwardly scratched his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s only been a few days, and you’re already parading a new woman around?” Declan, as he cleared a fork for her, replied nonchalantly: “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just helping Brandon look after Briar. There’s nothing going on between us.” Even an idiot wouldn’t believe that. Our classmate quickly tried to smooth things over: “Alright, alright, enough joking around. Sera’s been waiting for you for ages, go sit next to her!” But he didn’t budge, completely unfazed, and his voice took on a hint of disdain: “Can she even compare to Briar? Briar’s pregnant, of course, she needs special care.” Then, ignoring everyone’s uncomfortable expressions, he whispered in her ear: “Don’t worry. I’m here. No one will dare bully you.” The once lively atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point. This reunion was supposed to be for us to catch up. I thought Declan wouldn’t go too far. Who knew he’d have the audacity to bring his mistress, completely disrespecting me? Their gazes turned from curiosity to unconcealed pity. Yet, I sat there, quietly eating, as if I hadn’t noticed them at all. Declan was clearly displeased with my behavior. He put down his fork and said sharply: “After dinner, you can take a taxi home yourself. I’m taking Briar home. I don’t have time for you.” Briar immediately bit her lip, looking terrified. “Sera is your future wife, after all, and I’m just the mother of your child… You should take her home first…” From her tone, you’d think I was the mistress. I put down my fork and slowly looked at both of them. “Don’t bother. My boyfriend is already waiting for me downstairs.” ### Chapter 2 Declan wouldn’t believe it. He thought I loved him so deeply, willing to give him everything, that I’d never fall for someone else. But when he followed me downstairs and saw the conspicuous Rolls-Royce, he couldn’t help but exclaim: “Th-this… How is this possible?” I rolled my eyes. “So clueless.” Under everyone’s astonished gazes, I got into the passenger seat and drove off. Declan’s face was so grim, it looked like it could drip water. Briar sighed. “Sera is really something. Even if she wanted to make you jealous, she shouldn’t spend so much money hiring someone to put on a show! Besides, how much would it cost to rent such a nice car? She doesn’t appreciate how hard you work to earn money, Declan…” Declan found an excuse to save face. He nodded, shaking his head helplessly. “She’s just too vain. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so unhappy with her. Whatever. As a husband, I should be tolerant of my wife, since we’re getting married soon, right?” But after he finished speaking, no one fawned over him as they usually would. Instead, everyone found an excuse to leave. After all, a man who abandons his devoted fiancée and openly brings his mistress to a gathering? No one had any respect for that. I was packing my things at home when he kicked the door open, reeking of alcohol. “Seraphina Hayes! What the hell are you doing?!” The sudden noise startled me. I whipped my head around and glared at him. “What’s wrong with you?! Why are you suddenly back? Aren’t you supposed to be staying at Briar’s tonight?” Ever since his brother died, he’d moved in with her under the guise of “looking after his brother’s widow.” Him showing up suddenly today could only mean trouble. He punched the wall. “I’m interrupting your date with your little fling, aren’t I?! Tell me! Who was that man who dropped you off today?! Where did you find that actor?!” I sneered. “Are you deaf? I already told you that’s my boyfriend. Can’t you understand plain English?” Declan froze, then his eyes darted around. “You think I can’t see through your tricks? You’re just mad I’ve been neglecting you lately, trying to embarrass me at the reunion, right?” “Briar already saw through your little schemes. Stop pretending!” I laughed, a humorless sound. “You’re both insane.” Seeing that I wasn’t going to respond, he, agitated, came closer to me. “Seraphina, can’t you have some sympathy? Briar has been through so much recently. I’m the only one she can rely on. If even I abandon her, how will she survive?” I stopped what I was doing and looked at him seriously, retorting: “So my feelings don’t matter? Have you ever considered how I feel, parading her around in public again and again?” My question stunned him for a moment. Then he awkwardly turned his face away. “You’re being unreasonable. It’s not like I’m not going to marry you…” What was going on in his head? He was so utterly shameless, yet he still expected me to marry him. I decided not to waste another word on him. I held out my hand to him. “Give me the house key.” He frowned. “Don’t you have your own?” I slapped the property deed onto the table. “Open your eyes and look closely. My parents paid for this house. We’re breaking up now, are you still going to cling on?” Declan lost his temper too. He threw the key on the floor. “I knew it! Your family never thought I was good enough! I’m telling you, Seraphina, don’t act like this. It won’t be long before you’ll be begging me on your knees to come back!” I picked up the key and pointed to the door. “You can leave now, or I’ll call the police.” He was so red-faced with rage that he slammed the front door, making the whole house shake. ### Chapter 3 Even though we were about to get married, my parents’ teachings meant we always slept in separate rooms. Since he was leaving, I definitely needed to clear out his room. Halfway through tidying up, a photo suddenly fell out from a hidden layer in the bookshelf. I picked it up, a little confused, but my eyes widened the moment I saw the image. The photo showed a young Briar and Declan, smiling brightly at the camera. Declan’s arm was tightly around Briar’s waist; their intimate posture hinted at an unusual relationship. In the background of the photo, there I was, crouching on the ground, busy picking up trash Declan had carelessly thrown away. So, they had been secretly involved since way back then. I, poor fool, had been completely in the dark, and almost wasted my entire life on him. Thinking about it, I trembled with anger, hating myself for being so blind. I’d actually believed their story of “pure friendship.” The next moment, Declan’s backup phone started ringing, its sound echoing through the room. Seeing “Briar” on the caller ID, I hesitated for a moment, then answered. Declan was clearly with her; why was she calling me? But I soon had my answer. Over the phone, I heard the intimate sounds of a man and a woman. “Declan, you just saw Sera, and now you’re doing this with me… isn’t that bad…?” Briar complained seductively. Declan’s voice was filled with impatience. “Don’t even mention that pathetic woman. Not only does she have zero passion, she just pisses me off. If it weren’t for her family’s money, I would have dropped her ages ago!” “You’re so much better, sweet and smart. I really want to be with you forever.” Briar sighed. “Sera would hate me even more if she knew. Ugh, I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Declan snorted. “You don’t need to worry about her. She’s been my little lapdog for years, she can’t live without me. Forget me having a child with you; even if I brought the baby home for her to raise, she wouldn’t dare say a word.” Even though I had prepared myself mentally, hearing the man I’d loved for years speak about me with such disdain still made my heart ache uncontrollably. That youthful period of my life? I’ll just consider it completely wasted. After a long session of intimacy, Declan finally got up reluctantly to shower. Briar seized the opportunity to grab the phone and gloat at me: “You heard it all, didn’t you? If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just leave.” I smiled faintly. “If he truly loved you that much, why didn’t he get together with you sooner?” “But then again, you two pathetic, cheating dogs are a match made in hell. Of course, I’m going to step aside for you. Just looking at Declan makes me sick!” Briar’s voice turned into a shriek. “You!” I cleanly hung up the phone. I packed up all his belongings and threw them out. I couldn’t stand to have his things in my house for another second. My phone suddenly lit up. It was a message from him. 【Tomorrow’s a good day. Shall we get our marriage license?】 I was a little surprised. 【Isn’t that too fast?】 He replied instantly. 【I just want to marry you quickly, afraid my princess will change her mind. Then I’d have nowhere to cry.】 I couldn’t help but shake my head with a smile. This man, honestly. ### Chapter 4 By the time Declan finally remembered he had a fiancée, I had already moved into a new home and was preparing for all our wedding arrangements. Without my “interference,” he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom. Not only did he accompany Briar on many adventures they’d dreamed of in their youth but couldn’t pursue due to their “status,” he also posted various travel photos on Ins: 【As long as you’re by my side, even doing nothing feels like bliss.】 I had begged him countless times to go with me to the Arctic to see the Northern Lights, but he always refused, claiming he was too busy with work. Now, a photo of him kissing Briar under the Northern Lights had become his Ins profile background. As Briar’s belly grew, she became less satisfied with just having what was in front of her. “Declan, can you really bear for our child to be called illegitimate for life? Don’t you want to hear him call you ‘Dad’?” “Think about what Brandon said to you on his deathbed – to take care of me for life! If I raise this child alone, how will I manage? You’d be letting Brandon down!” Declan could resist once or twice, but under her constant barrage of “sweetness and logic,” he gradually wavered. “But what about Sera? Our families have already sent out the invitations. Are you asking me to break off the engagement?” Briar leaned into his chest, tracing circles. “Sera is so understanding, she’ll surely understand your difficulties. Besides, if she’s willing, the three of us could live together! And she’s so rich, with her help, we could give our child a much better life.” Declan was completely convinced. He hugged her tightly. “You’re right! She loves me so much, she’ll never want to leave me. We’ll use this to pressure her; she’ll agree to whatever I ask.” Briar, her plan successful, giggled endlessly. “I knew you cared about me the most. When we get married, I’ll definitely repay you properly.” “I’m so lucky to have met you. Otherwise, after Brandon died, I don’t know how I would have survived.” Men are such suckers for flattery. Just a few sweet words, and he was floating on air, thinking he was the greatest man in the world. But that feeling didn’t last long. He stood at the door, saw the changed lock, and completely panicked. “Seraphina Hayes! I know you’re home! Get out here! You’ve got some nerve changing the locks!” “I’m telling you, our wedding has to be canceled. Briar’s child can’t be without a father, and you only have yourself to blame for being a barren hen!” Still no answer. The house was eerily silent. He grew increasingly impatient. “I’m talking to you, did you hear me? Don’t think you can escape by pretending not to hear. But if you’re really that heartbroken to leave me, Briar and I have discussed it. The three of us can live together.” “You can transfer twenty thousand a month to us for living expenses, and publicly, I can still call you my wife. How about it?” Still no response. He touched his nose. “Is she really not home?” He pulled out his phone and dialed my number. After a few rings, it finally connected. Excited, he repeated everything he’d just said. The other end was silent for a few seconds, then a lazy, drawling voice replied: “My wife’s in the shower. Talk to her tomorrow if it’s important.” ### Chapter 5 When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Asher lounging on the couch, casually spinning my phone in his hand. “Guess who just called you,” he said.

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Six months after my supposed biological parents found me, I started getting frequent nosebleeds and seeing black spots in my vision. A hospital check-up revealed the grim diagnosis: brain cancer. My ‘mom’ sobbed uncontrollably, lamenting my cruel fate. My ‘dad’ clutched my hand, firmly declaring he’d spend every last penny to cure me. But as I feigned sleep, I overheard Mom whispering outside the door: “Richard, Chloe’s symptoms are getting worse. Should we keep giving her the pills?” “Of course,” Dad’s voice was devoid of its usual warmth. “For Britney’s sake, Chloe *must* be so sick she can’t get out of bed! Ideally, she’ll willingly give her heart to Britney before she dies.” “But…” My dad cut her off sharply. “If we stop the medicine, her symptoms will ease. Don’t you want Britney to make a full recovery?” After a long silence, my mom finally responded, “I understand.” Lying in the hospital bed, I couldn’t stop trembling. My hands clutched the hospital gown over my chest, and I could barely breathe. It turned out there was no genuine affection whatsoever. All they ever wanted was my heart, from the very beginning. … “Chloe, time for your medicine.” My mom held a glass of water, offering the pill to my mouth. I held back tears, turning my head away. “Mom, do I have to take it?” I couldn’t see her face, but I heard her soft, coaxing voice: “Chloe, how can you not take your medicine when you’re sick? Take your medicine, and you’ll get better.” I shook my head defiantly, refusing. My dad walked into the room, took the pills from Mom, and squatted down in front of me, his voice sincere. “Listen to Dad, Chloe, take your medicine. I promise, once you’re well, you won’t have to take them anymore.” His face, the face of a dad who had been so doting and kind to me since I’d come home, blurred through my tears. His persistence was unyielding. I just felt defeated, so I took the water and swallowed the pill. ‘Real heiress,’ ‘biological daughter’ – it was all pretense. They brought me back into the Lu family, but their only goal was to use me as a heart donor for Britney. They drugged me, colluded with the hospital to falsify records, all for Britney! Even the mother who gave me life believed her adopted daughter was more important than her biological one. The tears I’d been holding back finally streamed down. The medicine I swallowed seemed to be taking effect; black spots appeared again in my vision, and my head was buzzing. Mom noticed my state and tenderly pulled me into her embrace. “Shh, it’s okay, Chloe. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Just sleep, you’ll feel better after a nap…” Dad quickly called for the doctor. “My daughter is very uncomfortable, can you give her an injection or an IV drip to ease her discomfort?” In front of outsiders, the couple put on a show of loving parents deeply concerned for their daughter. But peeking through my lashes, I saw the doctor in the white lab coat exchange a glance with my dad. In that instant, they seemed to reach some unspoken agreement. Then, the doctor calmly stated, “We can give the patient an IV drip first to alleviate the pain.” My dad gazed at me intently, not breaking eye contact for a second, as if I was the most precious thing in the world. “Then hurry!” The doctor hurried out and returned quickly. Moments later, a sharp sting on the back of my hand, and there was a needle and bandage. The cold liquid flowed into my veins, but I couldn’t help but tremble. They had drugged me for Britney; what are they injecting into me now?

I forced myself to stop trembling, shrinking further into the bed. It took a while for my heart rate to slow and my breathing to gradually steady. My dad, thinking I was asleep, whispered to the doctor, “What’s in this drip?” “Just saline solution,” the doctor replied. My dad sighed almost imperceptibly. The doctor joked with a smile, “Don’t worry, I know the limits. Even for Britney’s sake, we can’t let anything happen to *this* body.” My dad sighed again. “As long as you understand. If it weren’t for Britney…” He didn’t finish, but the doctor understood his implication. He patted my dad’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, with me on the case, everything will be fine.” They exchanged a knowing glance and chuckled simultaneously. Thank goodness, it was just saline solution… My heart eased, but my leg involuntarily twitched. Mom immediately noticed, gestured for them to be quiet, and leaned closer, whispering my name: “Chloe?” Her voice was soft, just testing if I was awake. I didn’t respond. The tense atmosphere in the room vanished in an instant. Soon after, they left. I was alone in the room. Ever since I’d overheard my ‘parents” scheming, I was horrified. More than that, I felt a deep pain and anguish. It was so clear now. I was their *biological* daughter. I had been maliciously abandoned by my father’s business rival right after birth, grew up in an orphanage, and was only found half a year ago. During my time back home, my ‘parents’ had been so good to me, and for the first time, I felt what it was like to have a family. Why… why was it all a lie? The footsteps outside the door grew fainter, and I started to sob quietly. I cried for the unfortunate two decades of my tragic life. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. I quickly wiped away my tears, pretending nothing was wrong, and muttered dully, “Come in.” A middle-aged couple entered. They looked somewhat familiar. Strangely, both their eyes were red and swollen. “Is something wrong?” I asked, confused. The moment our eyes met, the woman burst into tears, rushing over to hug me, murmuring, “My daughter, my child, you’ve suffered so much…” “It’s my fault, Mom’s fault, for finding you so late!” This sudden turn of events left me completely at a loss, my hands hovering awkwardly. It was only after the middle-aged man’s explanation that I understood what was happening. “You mean… I’m actually *your* daughter?!” My eyes widened. The man nodded, handing me some DNA test results. I quickly flipped through them; it was a report from a reputable public hospital, highly credible. It showed that David and Sarah were my *real* biological parents. “But… what about Richard and Karen?” Half a year ago, Richard and Karen had found me at my university, claiming I was their biological daughter who had been lost for years. They’d also provided DNA test results like these, so I hadn’t doubted them, following them back to the Lu estate and enjoying what I thought were six wonderful months. Now, another couple pops up, claiming I’m *their* child? The woman hugging me had finally managed to suppress her sobs, but at my words, she nearly cried again. “Child, they tricked you!” “They were after your heart from the very beginning!”

David and Sarah had already uncovered the truth. Britney, the Lu family’s daughter, suffered from a congenital heart disease. She had been sickly since childhood, and no matter how wealthy the Lu family was, they were helpless against her illness. Unable to find a compatible heart donor, they had turned their attention to young adults who had just undergone their initial health screenings. It just so happened that I was a perfect match for Britney. That’s when the Lu family targeted me, bringing me home under the guise of their ‘long-lost daughter.’ In reality, it was all to drug me and then collude with the hospital to ‘diagnose’ me with cancer, all to naturally replace Britney’s heart with my healthy one. After hearing it all, I felt a chill down my spine. They were bold enough to go to such lengths, harming another’s life for the sake of their own child. If I hadn’t overheard their conversation outside the hospital room, if David and Sarah hadn’t found me in time, I probably would have “willingly” given up my heart… “Dad, Mom.” I looked up at my true biological parents. “You two should leave first and arrange for a room across the hall. Once I’ve handled things here, I’ll join you.” The Lu family had evil intentions, plotting against me, and I couldn’t just leave like that. They exchanged glances. Although they didn’t fully understand my plan, they trusted me and quickly left. In less than half a day, I’d experienced parental betrayal and this whole twisted ‘real vs. fake daughter’ scenario. My mind was still reeling, so I closed my eyes for a brief, restless sleep. When I opened my eyes again, I was awakened by Britney’s shrill, cutting voice. She was wearing a beautiful long dress, impeccably made up, followed by Richard and Karen, both with expressions of deep concern. Richard said in a gentle voice, “Chloe’s awake. Britney insisted on coming to see you, knowing you were sick.” “It’ll be good for her to keep you company.” *Hah*. Ever since I’d come back to the Lu family, my relationship with Britney, the ‘fake heiress,’ had been strained, to say the least. Her visit now was clearly with ill intentions. I rolled my eyes internally, but my expression remained cold. “Okay.” Britney must have said something before they came in. She simply glanced at them, and Richard and Karen left the room. Before leaving, Karen even held both our hands, admonishing us, “You two sisters shouldn’t argue. Talk things through calmly.” Britney impatiently pulled away, ushering them out of the room. The room became completely silent. Britney crossed her arms, sizing me up. “Tsk tsk, how pathetic. You’ve only had a good life for half a year and now you’re sick with *this*? Truly unlucky!” I sneered. “Well, that’s still better than being constantly sickly for over two decades like you. At least I’ve enjoyed a healthy life for two decades.” Britney hated her fragile body the most, unable to do anything. Provoked by my words, her eyes widened, and she spat out recklessly, “You don’t know, do you? Once you’re dead, your heart will be mine!” Her overly long manicured finger tapped against my chest, the sharp nail digging into my skin. A jolt of pain shot through me. Thinking of how Britney had repeatedly sought trouble with me these past six months because of Richard and Karen’s attitude towards me, I felt a surge of suffocating anger. I used to overlook her antics because our ‘biological parents’ favored her. Now, things were different. With a sharp crack, I slapped Britney across the face. “You *dare* to hit me?” Britney clutched her face, disbelief written all over it. I sneered. “Why wouldn’t I dare?” “Let me tell you, Britney, as long as I don’t agree, this heart will never be yours.”

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