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Julian, my husband, was ridiculously frugal. He’d kept his phone for five years and refused to get a new one. To surprise him, I secretly bought him a new phone. But while transferring data, I stumbled upon something horrifying: he had meticulously saved every single chat record with Celeste, the woman he’d lost, his first love. I intended to hide the chat thread, but my finger slipped, and I accidentally hit ‘delete.’ That’s when Julian walked in. He’d never shown a hint of anger before, but he snatched the phone back from me. When he realized the chat history was gone, unrecoverable, he shoved me, *hard*, then stormed out. My head slammed against the sharp edge of the table. As life drained from me, I frantically dialed his number, again and again. Every call was ruthlessly rejected. The last time I managed to dial, he finally picked up, his voice seething with irritation. “Vera, are you ever going to stop?” He didn’t know. He didn’t know that the moment he chose those chat records over my life, *I* was already stopped. Forever.

When I opened my eyes again, bleeding out, I found myself in the passenger seat of Julian’s car. He was just hanging up the phone, furious, then slammed his fist against the steering wheel in frustration. He didn’t even notice me there. That’s when it hit me: I was dead. My soul was now tethered to Julian. It was the first time I’d ever seen him so completely lose his composure. Julian, who’d remained calm even after his company was sabotaged and he was left bankrupt, was now red-eyed with rage because I’d accidentally deleted Celeste’s chat history. All because Celeste was the love of his life, his first love who’d died young. If Julian knew I died because of those chat records, would he still be this frantic? He sped through the streets, blowing past red lights, until he finally found a phone repair shop that was still open. “I accidentally deleted some really important chat records. Is there any way to get them back?” Julian carefully handed his phone to the young man behind the counter. The ‘guy’ took the phone, but didn’t say a word for a long time. “Well? Is it difficult? Name your price, I’ll pay whatever it takes to get them back.” Julian asked anxiously, but then he froze, staring at the repair ‘guy.’ The ‘guy’ awkwardly pulled their cap low, handing the phone back. “I can’t recover them here. You should try somewhere else.” “Celeste…?” Julian stared, dumbfounded, then his trembling hand reached out and yanked the cap off. Long hair cascaded down. The ‘guy’ turned their face away, burying it behind the curtain of hair, their voice muffled and cold. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong person.” But their trembling voice betrayed them. Julian couldn’t hold back anymore. He lunged over the counter and pulled Celeste tightly into his arms. “Celeste… it’s really you… This is amazing, you’re alive! Where have you been all these years?” Even though no one could see me, witnessing my husband embrace another woman as if she were the most precious treasure made my ethereal presence feel utterly pathetic. But I couldn’t move more than a foot and a half away from Julian. I was trapped, forced to watch this agonizing scene. A flicker of surprise crossed Celeste’s eyes. She didn’t answer, nor did she try to break free from Julian’s embrace. A moment later, she tentatively replied, “Mr. Lawson, you’re wearing a wedding ring. Does it really matter where I’ve been all these years? Did you accidentally delete your wife’s chat records? If her records are still there, they can be recovered.” At her words, Julian released Celeste. Celeste offered a knowing, bittersweet smile. The next second, Julian roughly yanked the wedding ring from his ring finger and, without a second thought, threw it out the door. Under Celeste’s stunned gaze, Julian gravely took her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes as he said slowly, every word punctuated with gravity: “Celeste, you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry. But back then, my project secrets were leaked, and I ended up in massive debt. Then I suddenly heard about your death. Vera was the one who came up with the money to help me through. She’d been secretly in love with me for years, and I had no way to repay her… Now, my company is thriving. If you’re willing, I can divorce Vera anytime. I don’t care if everyone curses me. I can’t lose you again!” My gaze followed the ring. My non-existent body instinctively chased after it, trying to catch it outside the door. But I had no physical form. I could only watch helplessly as the ring passed right through my hand, plunging directly into the street drain, instantly washed away by the sewage. I’d always known Julian had no real affection for me, that he was only with me for the money I’d provided. But seeing him toss that ring away with such utter indifference, my heart ached so intensely I could barely breathe. I sank to the ground, powerless. The next second, my body was forcibly pulled back, closer to Julian, as I had drifted too far. I was then forced to witness Julian, overcome with emotion, leaning in to kiss Celeste. “The chat records I want to restore today are also with you. Do you still have them on your phone?”

“I can’t believe you’re still using the phone I bought you.” Celeste connected her phone to the computer, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. “Of course,” Julian said, wrapping his arms around Celeste from behind, resting his chin on her neck as he watched her work. “It was the first gift you ever gave me. Not long after that, you… how could I ever bring myself to replace it?” No wonder Julian refused to get a new phone. I curved my lips into a self-deprecating smile, but tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. That old phone often acted up, dying suddenly. Once, Julian was on a FaceTime call with me while driving, and it abruptly cut out. When I tried to call back, his phone was off. Julian never let his phone run out of battery. I immediately thought he’d been in an accident. My world crumbled. I trembled as I drove to his usual route to find him. In my panic, I rear-ended another car. My leg was broken, but I didn’t even care. I cried, crawling out of the car, desperate to find Julian. It was only when his assistant called to tell me he’d safely arrived at work that I finally calmed down. When he heard I’d been in an accident trying to find him, he didn’t even come to see me. He just said, “You’re overreacting.” That old phone had caused so many problems, yet Julian never once thought about replacing it. I thought it was because he’d gotten into the habit of being frugal over the years. I never imagined that the phone held such significant meaning for him. After all, his tolerance for that phone far exceeded his tolerance for me. Halfway through the data transfer, Celeste mumbled, “You still need to replace it. The memory is full. Transfer failed.” “How can that be?” Julian frowned. After a quick check, he simply deleted all his chat records with me. “There. Plenty of space now.” Celeste’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Is that okay? Aren’t you afraid your wife will be mad?” Julian shrugged indifferently. “They’re just unimportant messages anyway. Doesn’t matter.” Though it was only for a moment, I saw that Julian had set my messages to ‘Do Not Disturb.’ Unimportant messages, indeed. After all, the entire chat thread was just me harassing Julian with one-sided messages. He had never replied once. I used to think he just didn’t reply. Now I realized he hadn’t even looked. The message count on the right side of the chat box was a red half-ellipsis, indicating countless unread messages. The pain in my heart was no less agonizing than the fatal blow to my head. I crouched down, burying my head between my knees, unwilling to watch their intimacy any longer. Once the data transfer was complete, Julian carefully put away his phone, then spoke with a serious tone: “What exactly happened that year? Your brother told me you had a sudden heart attack. By the time I rushed back to your apartment, all your personal belongings had been taken by your family. They didn’t even let me attend your funeral, and I didn’t know where your hometown was…” Recalling the past, Julian shuddered, the memory still haunting him. He pulled Celeste into another tight embrace. “All these years, I’ve blamed myself for not becoming successful sooner, for letting you suffer so much, which led to you overworking and having a heart attack. Your family wouldn’t even let me see you one last time.” Celeste’s gaze darted away, and she lowered her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Julian. Since you’re already married to Ms. Vera, and your career is back on track with her help, you should focus on your life with her. Pretend you never saw me today. I won’t interfere with your life.” They were perfectly normal words, yet Julian’s face instantly darkened. “Vera threatened you, forced you to fake your death, didn’t she? She’d always wanted to be with me. I never imagined she’d resort to such despicable tactics to get me! My company’s bankruptcy back then was orchestrated by someone. I’ve been investigating who leaked the project’s confidential data, but I never once suspected her!” Celeste was stunned. I was stunned too. But she didn’t say a word in rebuttal, and I couldn’t say a word in rebuttal. Julian’s large hand gently caressed the back of Celeste’s head. “Celeste, it must have been so hard for you all these years. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Vera pays double for all the suffering you’ve endured!” I touched the back of my own head, thinking, *You’ve already made her pay. Celeste’s faked death has nothing to do with me, but I truly died because of her.*

Julian had been struggling with how to approach me about a divorce without me clinging to him. But with just one ambiguous sentence from Celeste, he immediately concluded that his bankruptcy and the death of his first love were all part of a scheme I orchestrated to get him. Julian instantly shed any moral burden. All he felt for me was an even more intense fury and disgust. He couldn’t wait to bring Celeste home, eager to expose “my” plot from years ago and force me to leave with nothing. I quietly sat in the back seat of the car, listening to Julian’s baseless accusations against me, my heart slowly growing numb. Back then, I’d selflessly transferred ninety percent of my parents’ inheritance into his name, all to help him get back on his feet. Turns out, in the eyes of someone who doesn’t love you, every sacrifice you make can be twisted into a selfish motive. Opening the door, Julian’s muscle memory made him hang his keys on the hook by the entryway. It was a heart-shaped key holder I’d specially bought, part of a set with our heart-shaped keychains. Julian’s was the left half of the heart, mine was the right. When we were both home, the keychains would connect to form a whole heart on the holder. Celeste glanced at it and gave a bitter laugh. “Looks like you and Vera were quite loving all these years I was gone.” Julian saw the complete heart on the wall and realized. He yanked his keys off, the force so strong that the plastic holder ripped right off the wall. The holder shattered on the floor. My keychain, with its right half of the heart, lay forlornly amidst the scattered pieces. Julian looked at it, annoyed. He kicked my keychain away. “Vera! Get out here!” I didn’t come out. Buddy, our beloved Bichon Frise, pattered out of the bedroom. Buddy saw Celeste and immediately bounded towards her, wagging his tail. Celeste delightedly picked Buddy up. “You’re still keeping Buddy? I thought he’d be long gone…” “He’s our little treasure, we adopted him together. He’s like half our son. How could I ever abandon him?” Julian said, a doting smile on his face. Buddy was a dog Julian and Celeste had shared. Years ago, when Julian brought him home, I took care of him every day, even taking allergy meds for my dog fur allergy. Back then, Buddy’s eyes were crusted over with discharge, his fur was a tangled mess of knots, and he’d even contracted parvo. He was wary of everyone, biting anyone who touched him. Even the pet store refused to bathe him. In the end, I put on several layers of rubber gloves, and my hands were bleeding from his bites by the time I finally cleaned him. His illness too was something I cured myself, after running to countless pet hospitals and researching tirelessly online until I was practically an expert. The Buddy I’d cared for, now fluffy and healthy, was a completely different dog from before. “Why are Buddy’s paws and fur covered in blood?” Celeste shrieked. My heart jumped. Only then did I notice the trail of bloody paw prints leading from the master bedroom to the front door. He must have stepped in the blood from the back of my head. Imagining Buddy whimpering around my corpse, tears streamed down my face again. Buddy barked twice at Julian, then tugged at his pants, whimpering, trying to lead him to the master bedroom. Julian didn’t understand what Buddy meant. He just picked the dog up to check for injuries on its fur. Buddy struggled to get down, but Julian mistakenly thought he’d touched a wound and hurt him. “That cruel woman, taking her anger out on the dog.” He cursed through clenched teeth. “Let’s take Buddy to the vet first. We’ll settle things with her later!”

The vet examined Buddy thoroughly, a worried expression on his face. “The dog isn’t hurt, and he’s perfectly healthy. The blood on him isn’t dog blood either. In fact, it looks like… human blood.” He carefully observed Julian’s reaction. “Did someone in your household get hurt? This amount of bleeding doesn’t look like a minor injury. You really need to get immediate medical attention.” Julian froze, and his face instantly darkened. “Crazy woman, trying to get me to give in by self-harming.” At the word “self-harm,” Celeste’s eyes flickered. “Does Vera have a history of self-harm?” As if recalling unpleasant memories, a flicker of disgust crossed Julian’s face. “History? She used to carve my name into her arm with a knife when she self-harmed!” I instinctively looked at my arm. I never thought the old wounds would leave a mark on my soul too. If Julian had cared about me just a little more, he would have noticed that his name was carved facing his direction. Meaning, his name wasn’t carved by me, for myself. It was carved by someone else, holding my arm down. That person was Celeste. Years ago, after my parents died unexpectedly, I transferred from a private school to a public high school to cut costs. On my first day, from the front of the classroom, I saw Julian, whom my parents and I had helped at the orphanage when I was a child. Julian didn’t recognize me. I had no intention of revealing myself. After all, no one wants their new classmate to know embarrassing childhood memories. But that one glance was enough. At lunchtime, when I returned to my dorm, I found myself locked inside. Celeste entered the room, shoved me to the ground, and I saw stars. I tried to get up, but she kicked me in the shoulder. “You slut, transferred here and eyeing my man already?” I quickly shook my head. “No, I just thought he looked familiar. Like I’d seen him somewhere before.” Clearly, Celeste was annoyed by more than just that. She lifted her chin, and the other two roommates rushed forward, roughly tearing open my suitcase. They started dividing my slightly more expensive clothes and jewelry like vultures dividing their spoils. When I saw them pull out the little white pipe cleaner dog Julian had twisted for me years ago, I couldn’t sit still. “Can you please not take that?” I pleaded, looking at Celeste. She just let out a malicious laugh. “This, or the photo? Which do you choose?” Celeste pulled out my family photo from my wallet’s hidden compartment. “Please, these aren’t valuable items. They’re useless to you.” I knelt, begging her. Celeste immediately made a motion to tear it. “The photo! The photo!” I shrieked. “Why are you suddenly so loud?!” Celeste tossed the photo back to me. I quickly pounced on it, carefully putting it away. “What’s the point of this stupid dog? Treating it like a treasure.” Celeste didn’t understand. She tucked the dog away and went to class. That morning, Julian hadn’t recognized me, but that afternoon, he immediately recognized the little dog. “Celeste, is this yours?” Julian tentatively stepped forward, asking, his gaze searching her face. Celeste’s face instantly flushed, and she became flustered and coy. “Y-yes, it is. Why?” Hearing Celeste’s answer, Julian’s gaze softened. “Do you remember how you got it?” Celeste panicked, clearly not expecting that question. “It’s okay, I was just asking.” Julian gently returned the little dog to Celeste, casually ruffling her hair. I stood by, watching it all unfold, saying nothing. That night, Celeste forced me to explain how I got the little dog. I remained silent, unwilling to reveal Julian’s past at the orphanage. “You’re still denying you’re trying to hook him!” Celeste raged, grabbing a utility knife and slashing at my arm. The other two roommates came forward and held me down tightly. “Since you like him so much, I’ll just carve his name onto you. Let him see how sick your obsession is!” Celeste viciously carved Julian’s name into my arm. Years later, Julian finally agreed to be with me. To remove the scars on my arm, the best way was to re-injure the wounds and give them a chance to heal anew. I couldn’t bring myself to go to the hospital, so I had to treat them myself at home. Just once, Julian walked in on me. I thought he’d be worried, concerned. Instead, he just frowned, a look of disgust on his face. “Why are you self-harming?”

Because of my blood, Julian completely lost interest in confronting me face-to-face. He decided to divorce me via SnapChat. Since he’d deleted my chat thread when transferring data, he typed my name into the SnapChat search bar, only to find “no user found.” It was then he realized he’d never even saved me as a contact. Julian froze, unable to recall what my SnapChat username was. He then opened his phone book, intending to search for my account by number, but discovered he hadn’t even saved my phone number. *Check recent calls, you idiot!* I wanted to sigh. *He probably forgot I called him so many times.* He opened his SnapChat contacts and started scrolling through, one by one. This was the first time he’d ever paid this much attention to me, all just to find my SnapChat so he could divorce me. I didn’t make him work too hard. My profile picture was Buddy, and my username was “Spring and Sunshine,” starting with ‘S’, so he found it quickly. He even noticed the clever touch in my username. “Gross,” he muttered. He drafted the message and, the moment he hit send, Julian let out a long, slow breath, then leaned back, casually draping an arm around Celeste’s shoulders, looking utterly relaxed. Celeste stroked Buddy, her face etched with lingering fear. “I was so scared earlier. Seeing Buddy’s fur covered in bright red blood almost made me faint.” Julian’s arm dropped. “You’re afraid of blood?” “Yeah, sometimes I even faint at the sight of red liquids that look like blood.” Noticing Julian’s darkening expression, Celeste cautiously asked, “What’s wrong?” “How can someone with red-green colorblindness be afraid of blood?” “I’m not red-green colorblind,” Celeste replied, utterly confused. “Why are you suddenly asking that?” Julian’s breathing quickened. “You’re not red-green colorblind? Then how did you get that little white pipe cleaner dog?”

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Married for six years. It was a union between our families, but also a love story that began in childhood. Watching him now, holding a girl who looked somewhat like me, but was so much younger, so much more innocent. Tears streamed down my face. Childhood sweethearts, it seems, aren’t always meant to last a lifetime. The divorce papers were the last gift I left for him. Outside the car window, rain lashed against the body of the car. Through the glass, I watched the two of them by the dorm entrance. Julian, in a black trench coat, held a young, beautiful girl in his arms, who was playfully snuggling into him. He raised his hand and gently stroked her head, a gesture full of comfort. The streetlights beside the dorm cast their glow into the rain, making the scene look like something out of a romantic drama. Seeing this, I had no desire to wait for their lingering goodbyes. I spun the steering wheel and drove straight off. On the way back, a drop of rain landed on my arm. I blinked, realizing it was a tear. I wiped my face haphazardly, feeling utterly numb. Back in college, when we were dating, Julian often walked me to my dorm like this. Once, during a heavy rain, I casually mentioned I craved those street noodles near the campus gate. Half an hour later, Julian appeared downstairs from my dorm. His coat was a little damp, but those noodles were still piping hot. My tears fell uncontrollably onto my hands, burning just like those noodles did back then.

As soon as I got home, I quickly got ready for bed and burrowed under the covers. Julian tiptoed into the room, a bouquet of flowers in his arms, which he gently placed on the table. He walked to the bedside, resting an arm on my shoulder, his voice full of apology, tinged with a hint of playful cajolery. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I had some business to discuss today and couldn’t make it for dinner with you.” I looked at him, saying nothing. His routine was exactly the same as before, only then it was for work engagements; now, it was for his young girlfriend. He then opened a gift box, revealing a necklace from a brand I often wore. It was indeed a style I liked. “Honey, do you like it? Let me put it on for you.” I stared into his eyes. “No need. I really like the one you gave me before. I’m not that greedy.” Julian paused, then grinned. “Honey, that’s not greedy at all! The old one’s beautiful, but with a new one, it’s nice to switch them up. My wife is so gorgeous, everything looks good on you.” As he spoke, he reached out, cupped the back of my head, and leaned in to kiss me. I fought down the surge of nausea and turned my head, avoiding his lips. I managed to compose myself, unwilling to waste another word on him. “Just wash up and go to bed. I’m a bit tired from today. I want to sleep.” Julian, just like always, affectionately stroked my head. “Alright, honey. Get your rest. Beautiful people need their beauty sleep, you know.”

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon. I barely slept last night, only drifting off in the dead of night. I opened SnapChat, found Madison’s chat, and scrolled, stopping at our conversation from two days ago. “Girl, is this Julian? My brother’s doing his grad studies at this university, and I dropped him off today. Thought I’d check out some hot guys, and guess what? I saw your husband!” “Why is your husband downstairs from the girls’ dorm? Does he have a sister studying here?” Ten minutes later. “Did I see that right? Your husband is hugging that girl? Is that a sister? That’s clearly a *girlfriend*!” I tapped on the first picture. It was identical to what I saw yesterday: the two of them, flirting outside the dorm, just like a newly infatuated couple. “I think I stumbled upon a huge secret.” Below the photo was a video. In the video, Julian opened the car door for the girl, shielded her head, then got into the car himself, and sped away. My thoughts drifted, back to the past. A girl’s playful voice echoed. “Julian! Is that you? Where’s Mr. Lim?” Julian rested one hand on the sports car window, slowly turning his head, his tone lazy. “Our houses are close. You can just ride with me, it’s on the way. No need to trouble Mr. Lim.” He walked up to me, took my small backpack, opened the passenger door, and made a “please” gesture. “Get in, my princess?” I gave a small huff, as if granting a favor, and stepped into the car in my cute leather shoes. “You don’t have to flatter me like this. Don’t worry, I’ll still give you the courtesy of riding with you.” Julian fastened my seatbelt, then grinned, his eyes blinking at me. “So, does this mean we’re good? You’re so generous; don’t be mad at me anymore.” Mad? Why was I mad? I couldn’t remember. We were about the same age; little squabbles were common, but from childhood on, Julian always made it up to me. I didn’t understand why Julian would fall for someone else. I reached for something, wanting to tidy up, but I didn’t know what to organize. It felt like there was nothing I absolutely had to take with me. I just felt like a jumbled program, emotions running wild. I needed to grip something, anything, to keep myself from unraveling. Then, a photo album appeared in my hands. Inside were photos of Julian and me. I flipped through them, page by page, each picture seemingly telling me that Julian loved me. Tucked deepest inside was a high school yearbook photo of us. I was in my school uniform, white shirt, blue blazer skirt, hair in a high ponytail, leaning my head against the person beside me, smiling and giving a peace sign to the camera. Beside me was Julian, his hair closely cropped, holding two bunny ears above my head, his smile exceptionally bright. I looked into the eyes of my 18-year-old self in the photo, tears blurring the image. I couldn’t control my tears, and I couldn’t control the 28-year-old Julian falling in love with someone else. I took a deep breath, deciding to go find him. Julian, the 18-year-old you, please save me one more time.

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Everyone in the city knew Julian was utterly obsessed with Eleanor. They’d been married for eight years, but Eleanor still faced constant criticism from Julian’s family elders for not having children. Julian’s grandma, in particular, had tried to force him to divorce and remarry countless times. He stood his ground, defying her and enduring her wrath, even when it meant pushing himself to the brink of collapse. He wouldn’t give in. “Eleanor, she’s the only one for me, this lifetime.” Then, Julian’s grandma brought a girl from her hometown and practically shoved her at Julian. Her name was Brooke. With her ruddy cheeks and a thick country accent, she looked completely out of place. Julian’s disdain for her was obvious. “She’s a complete country bumpkin, not even worthy of a single strand of Eleanor’s hair.” Eleanor never even bothered to look at her. How could some naive country girl ever compare to a sophisticated heiress like her? Until two months later, Eleanor overheard the house staff gossiping: “That country girl has some tricks up her sleeve. She’s pregnant already! Julian’s grandma must be relieved now, right?” “It’s strange, though. She got pregnant on the first try.” “Mr. Julian never even looked at her properly. That little sparrow really hit the jackpot, didn’t she? From rags to riches, just like that.” **Chapter 1** Eleanor’s nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists, her mind a blank. When she suggested divorce, Julian had knelt in the pouring rain for a full day and night. He’d said, “Eleanor, I’m so sorry. I was drunk that night, I mistook her for you…” “Don’t worry, I’ll send her away immediately!” Eleanor looked at him, shivering, his lips blue from the cold. Her heart softened. But six months later, Eleanor saw him at the hospital, accompanying Brooke for a prenatal check-up. Julian’s eyes were red as he explained, “Grandma found out she was pregnant and threatened to take her own life. I had no choice but to hide her in the suburban villa.” “As soon as she has the baby, I’ll give it to Grandma and be done with it. It won’t affect our lives, I promise.” She gave him another chance. Until three days ago, ruthless kidnappers mistakenly identified Brooke as Eleanor and snatched her. Julian, who always claimed he didn’t care about Brooke, panicked the moment he received the kidnappers’ call. “Any amount of money! Just don’t hurt Brooke!” But what the kidnappers wanted wasn’t money. It was “Mrs. Julian’s” life. Julian’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Eleanor’s shoulders, begging. “Eleanor, please, you go rescue Brooke. She’s timid and pregnant, I’m scared… I promise I’ll come save you as soon as she’s safe, okay?” Eleanor snapped back to reality. His address for Brooke had changed from “country bumpkin” to “Brooke” and now “Brookie.” Without realizing it, Brooke had carved out a place in Julian’s heart. Eleanor gave a bitter laugh. “What if I don’t go?” A cold glint flashed in Julian’s eyes. “Eleanor, Brooke is carrying the heir to the Julian family. This would be your contribution to our family legacy.” “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll save you.” She sniffled, her voice trembling and breaking in two. “What if… I don’t make it back?” Julian frowned. “Eleanor! Lives are at stake! Can’t you be more understanding?” Watching his resolute expression, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Eleanor closed her eyes in despair the moment Julian pushed her towards the kidnappers. At the same time, Brooke, clutching her belly, lunged towards Julian. “Brooke!” Julian’s expression changed instantly, his voice laced with a tremor. “It’s good you’re safe…” She leaned weakly into Julian’s embrace, reaching out. “I’m so scared I won’t be able to keep your baby…” Julian’s eyes reddened instantly. He scooped her up and rushed out. “I won’t let anything happen to you! I absolutely won’t!” He ran so fast, he didn’t even glance at Eleanor, who was being shoved by the kidnappers. She stumbled and fell onto the hard concrete ground, but felt no pain. In a daze, she remembered the day Julian confessed his love to her. He’d held her close, repeating, “Eleanor, in this life, I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” Now, thinking back, how ridiculous it all seemed. Eleanor was bound at the feet and thrown into the ocean. As she sank deeper and deeper, she gradually lost consciousness. **Chapter 2** When Eleanor woke up, she saw Julian by her side. “Eleanor, you’re finally awake!” She thought he was relieved by her safe return, but his next sentence was: “Now Brooke can rest easy. You don’t know how guilty she felt.” … Eleanor pulled her hand away. “Guilty? I’m sure that’s not the only thing she should feel guilty about, is it? Like climbing into the master’s bed and getting pre—” Julian’s face instantly darkened. “Didn’t we agree not to bring that up again? I explained why we kept the baby.” Meeting her gaze, Julian softened his tone. “Brooke kept saying she wanted to apologize to you in person, but I made her keep it a secret. I was afraid you’d leave me if you found out.” Eleanor: ??? “Besides, you’re back safe and sound now. Do you really have to dwell on this?” Eleanor paused, then said with a hint of sarcasm, “Have you ever thought that if the kidnappers hadn’t chosen to drown me, but to use a knife, I might already be dead?” Julian scowled and clicked his tongue. Brooke suddenly rushed in, kneeling at Eleanor’s bedside, sobbing. “It’s all my fault… I shouldn’t have brought Mr. Julian hangover soup when he was drunk, and I definitely shouldn’t have kept his baby!” Julian immediately helped her up and sat her gently beside him, coaxing her in a soft voice. “I was the one who couldn’t control myself. How could this be your fault?” “Besides, Grandma made you keep the baby. You’re just a country girl, it’s not like you could make your own decisions.” Julian dotingly rubbed her swollen belly. “Don’t overthink things anymore. It’s not good for the baby.” Brooke’s tears turned into a smile, and she pouted, blushing, “Mr. Julian, I want to eat the roasted chestnuts from that shop on the east side of town.” Julian didn’t hesitate for a second. He got up and started to leave. “Wait patiently, I’ll go buy them for you right now.” Eleanor watched him with cold eyes, her chest aching as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on it. Only the two of them remained in the room. Brooke, clutching her waist, feigned to kneel again. “Mr. Julian is being so kind to me now just to ensure a smooth delivery. He only has you in his heart, I know I don’t deserve to stay by his side.” Eleanor wasn’t in the mood for her act. “Julian’s gone. You can drop the charade now.” “Julian offered you a hundred million back then to leave, but you’d rather work as a maid just to stay, and you even schemed to get pregnant with his child. I know exactly what kind of person you are.” Brooke’s expression instantly froze. Eleanor lowered her gaze. “Rotten love is like a rotten apple. I won’t take another bite.” “I’ll finalize the divorce papers as soon as possible. If you want to be the legitimate Mrs. Julian, it’s up to you to get him to sign them.” Brooke’s eyebrows twitched. “Mrs. Julian, you misunderstand. I never thought of becoming Mrs. Julian…” “I’m only giving you one chance. It’s your decision.” A moment later, Brooke bowed ninety degrees. “On behalf of the Julian family’s eldest grandson in my belly, thank you for making this possible, Mrs. Julian.” Julian family’s eldest grandson? Eleanor gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Then I wish your family of three a life of happiness.” After Brooke left, Eleanor signed the discharge papers and checked out. Returning to the house she’d lived in for eight years, she saw the photo wall in the living room, adorned with thousands of photos. There was Julian’s flushed face on the day he successfully confessed his love, and Eleanor’s tear-streaked face of joy when he proposed in Bali. Everywhere she looked were beautiful memories of her and Julian. She called the maids to take all the photos down and piled them in the yard, burning them clean. She’d once thought she would grow old with Julian, but she never imagined that an unassuming country girl could so easily shatter the vows Julian had made. From now on, she and Julian would go their separate ways. Chapter 3 Perhaps out of guilt for Eleanor, Julian had his secretary send her an invitation to the Paris Fashion Week. Going to Paris Fashion Week had been an annual ritual for her and Julian. Along with it came a red velvet slip dress and a Cartier jewelry set. While she was lost in thought, Julian hugged her from behind, his voice soft. “Eleanor, are you still mad at me?” Eleanor’s voice trembled as she replied, “No,” her eyes immediately welling up. Julian kissed her earlobe. “I knew you wouldn’t really stay mad at me. Once Brooke gives birth, everything will go back to how it was.” Eleanor wanted to ask him, could they really go back? Brooke was already a barrier between them, an uncrossable chasm. Julian’s breath against her ear grew ragged, and one hand gripped her waist, pressing her forward. Eleanor thought of him treating Brooke the same way, and a bitter taste filled her mouth. She subtly moved away. “The flight’s tonight. I’ll go pack my luggage.” Julian was left wanting more but didn’t press her. He suddenly remembered the empty photo wall upstairs and casually asked, “Eleanor, where did all the photos on the wall go?” Eleanor’s eyelashes fluttered. “They were old. I wanted to take some new ones to hang up.” Julian didn’t suspect a thing. “Sounds good. We’ll take plenty of new ones when we go to Paris.” At dawn, Julian’s car pulled up to the villa. When the driver took Eleanor’s suitcase, his eyes darted away, as if he wanted to say something but held back. She immediately had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the rear car door opened, and Brooke was sitting next to Julian. She was wearing a linen maternity dress, her ruddy cheeks giving her a rustic yet natural look. She nervously rubbed her hands, her voice humble and ingratiating. “Mrs. Julian, I… I pestered Mr. Julian to let me come. Please don’t blame him…” Before Eleanor could speak, Julian anxiously shielded Brooke behind him. “I wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone in the country. Brooke even said she was afraid you’d think she was intruding on our private time.” Eleanor’s lips curled into a smile. His gesture of protecting Brooke was so familiar. For the past eight years, whenever the Julian family elders had reprimanded her, he had always protected her the same way. The two of them, singing in unison, made it sound as if Eleanor was some sort of fearsome monster. To Julian’s surprise, Eleanor merely said, “Whatever,” and sat in the back. Her unusual behavior caught Julian off guard. He observed Eleanor through the rearview mirror. She seemed too calm, which made him uneasy. Brooke gently tugged his sleeve. “Mr. Julian, I’m thirsty…” Julian frowned. “Water’s in the drawer to your right.” Brooke froze. Ever since she’d been pregnant, Julian had taken meticulous care of her, doing everything himself. When she heard he was going to Paris with Eleanor, she’d started complaining about stomach pains early on. Julian had been very nervous, almost canceling the trip. It was she who “sensibly” consoled him, “Mr. Julian, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Go with Mrs. Julian.” How could Julian agree? He frowned in thought for a moment. “Brooke, why don’t you come with us? It’ll be easier for me to look after you.” Only then did she reluctantly agree to join them. Eleanor hadn’t cried or made a fuss, and had simply agreed. She was originally relieved, but Julian’s expression clearly showed he still cared about Eleanor. Brooke resented it inwardly, but her face remained serene. She deliberately exposed her bulging belly as she reached for the water, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Julian’s attention was indeed drawn back to her. He quickly helped her sit properly. “You’re pregnant, how can you move around so much while the car’s moving?” He then leaned over and attentively buckled her seatbelt, adjusting the tension. Brooke seized the opportunity to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Julian.” Julian’s body stiffened, and his eyes darted to Eleanor in the back. Seeing that she was looking out the window and hadn’t noticed, he let out a slight sigh of relief. Chapter 4 The car came to a stop, and Eleanor got out first, walking ahead. Julian carefully helped Brooke, following behind her. They walked from the entrance to the VIP lounge, attracting countless gazes. “Wow, that man is so handsome and attentive, constantly supporting his pregnant wife.” “His wife looks pretty plain, but the woman in sunglasses in front of them is a top-tier beauty!” “What’s the point of being pretty? She’s still all alone, no one loves her.” Brooke proudly glanced at the gossiping bystanders, holding her head high, acting every bit the wealthy lady. These words fell into Eleanor’s ears, every single one of them. After settling Brooke, Julian sat in the seat next to Eleanor. “Eleanor, don’t be mad at Brooke. She’s from the countryside, everything is new and exciting to her.” Eleanor ignored him. He awkwardly covered her with a blanket. “Ouch!” Brooke’s gasp came from behind. She clutched her belly, her face pale as she leaned back in her seat. “I tried to get up to grab a blanket, but I twisted my ankle… It hurts so much…” Julian’s face changed instantly. He forcefully pushed Eleanor aside. He half-knelt, gently massaging Brooke’s ankle, his movements as tender as if he were handling a fragile piece of art. Eleanor’s heart ached, remembering last year when she fell off a swing and sprained her wrist. Julian had been so heartbroken he’d cried, staying by her side almost constantly until she recovered. At that moment, she finally believed that love doesn’t die; it simply migrates. For the next dozen hours, Julian stayed by Brooke’s side. “Mr. Julian, can you tell the baby a story? He loves listening to them.” “Okay, little one, Daddy is going to tell you the story of *The Little Prince* today.” “On a distant planet, lived a little prince… In the end, he decided to return to his beloved rose.” Only when a tear fell onto her hand did Eleanor realize she was already in tears. She put on her earphones, swallowed a few sleeping pills indiscriminately, and drifted into a groggy sleep. She didn’t know how long she slept, but her throat felt like it was on fire. She struggled to get up and pour herself a glass of water, hearing laughter from the back. “Mr. Julian, who do you think the baby will look like? I hope he looks like you, handsome and dashing… not like me, a country bumpkin.” Brooke’s voice was soft and boneless. Julian raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I actually hope he looks like you—kind, soft-hearted, and pure…” Eleanor glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. Brooke, blushing, leaned against Julian. They looked like a real couple, eagerly anticipating their unborn child. The glass of water in Eleanor’s hand *clattered* to the floor, shattering into pieces. She stooped down to pick it up, but her vision went black, and she fell directly. Her palm was cut and bleeding from the shards, and the pain made her whole body tremble. “Eleanor! What’s wrong with you?” Julian picked her up by the waist and gently placed her in her seat. Jealousy flashed in Brooke’s eyes. “It’s all my fault for monopolizing Mr. Julian, but Mrs. Julian, you shouldn’t hurt yourself to get his attention.” At her words, a flicker of doubt entered Julian’s eyes. He pulled out a tissue and pressed it to Eleanor’s bleeding palm, but his words were accusatory. “If you wanted something, you could have just told me. Why pull a stunt like this?” “I came with you to the Paris Fashion Show, and I bought you the jewelry you liked. What else are you not satisfied with?” Eleanor looked over his shoulder at Brooke, who was watching her with cold eyes, not a trace of the country woman’s simplicity left. Julian followed her gaze to Brooke, who immediately put on an innocent, bewildered expression. Julian frowned. “You fell and hurt your hand. Are you blaming Brooke for that too?” Eleanor pulled back her still-bleeding hand, her words crumbling into a choked sob on her tongue. “Julian, do you really think I’m such a despicable person?” Chapter 5 Julian’s hand hung in mid-air. He realized he’d spoken too harshly. “Eleanor, that’s not what I meant, I was saying…” Eleanor shook her head, interrupting him. “We’re landing soon. Please call a doctor for me. Thank you.” The plane inevitably experienced some turbulence during landing, and Brooke shrieked, hiding in Julian’s embrace. Julian patiently soothed her, “I’m here, nothing will happen to you.” Eleanor’s heart tightened. He had said the same words to her once. That year, Julian was 22, and he rushed in front of a group of thugs who had surrounded Eleanor. He was clearly scared himself, yet he stretched out his arms to shield her behind him. “Don’t be scared, Eleanor. I’m here, nothing will happen to you.” The plane landed smoothly. A private doctor bandaged her hand. “The wound is a bit deep. It might leave a scar.” Eleanor whispered her thanks, and a flicker of distress crossed Julian’s eyes. Brooke pulled his arm, murmuring, “Mr. Julian, will I have an ugly scar on my stomach after I have the baby?” Julian chuckled softly. “I’ll find the best doctors in the world. I promise it won’t leave any mark.” Brooke smiled sweetly, “Thank you, Mr. Julian!” Upon arriving at the hotel, Brooke pestered Julian to take her sightseeing. “I’ve lived in the village my whole life, I’ve never seen such beautiful streets.” Julian immediately took her on a shopping spree in Paris, bags of luxury goods piling up at the hotel. Hermes, Chanel, diamond jewelry… Brooke linked Julian’s arm, her face innocent. “Mr. Julian, how much do these cost? Is it enough to build a house in my hometown?” Julian looked at her tenderly. “Silly girl, if you like it, I’ll buy it for you. You don’t need to worry about money. You’re the Julian family’s biggest hero, after all.” As soon as he spoke, he saw Eleanor standing around the corner. His expression stiffened. “Eleanor, why don’t you come pick something you like too?” Eleanor turned and returned to her room. Brooke’s voice drifted from behind her. “Mr. Julian, give all these to Mrs. Julian. How could a country woman like me deserve such nice things…” Julian frowned. “Don’t belittle yourself. Who says you don’t deserve them? Eleanor has plenty at home. I’ll take her shopping next time.” As night fell, Julian, citing Brooke’s discomfort with the foreign environment, spent the entire night by her side. The next day, when Eleanor arrived at the show, Julian and Brooke were already seated in the reserved spots. Julian pointed to the cramped seat next to him. “Brooke’s back hurts from sitting too long. Let her have this chair.” Eleanor acted indifferent. “I’m just here to see the show, not a public display of affection.” Julian was speechless. Eleanor had been eagerly awaiting this spring/summer show, as it featured her favorite designer. As the wedding dress collection began its walk, Brooke’s eyes widened. “Is this a wedding dress? It’s so beautiful!” Julian looked at her with soft eyes. “Do you like it?” Brooke lowered her head with a look of regret. “I do, but I’ll probably never get a chance to wear such a beautiful wedding dress in my life.” Julian seemed moved. “Who says you won’t? Which one do you like? I’ll buy it for you. After you have the baby, we can do a wedding photoshoot.” Brooke looked at him with admiration. “Really, Mr. Julian?” “But I don’t have a groom…” Eleanor cleared her throat. “Mr. Julian has already been a one-night groom, what’s a wedding photoshoot with you?” Julian’s face turned ashen. He opened his mouth and called out, “Eleanor.” Suddenly, the chandelier directly above his head *clicked* and then crashed down. Chapter 6 “Mr. Julian, watch out!” Brooke shrieked, throwing herself selflessly towards Julian. The heavy chandelier crashed onto her back, sending crystal shards scattering. Julian’s face instantly drained of color. “Brooke!” Brooke slightly lifted her chin. “You’re okay. That’s good.” After saying that, she fainted in his arms. Julian’s lips trembled slightly. He scooped her up and rushed out. “Everyone, get out of the way!” His shoulder slammed hard into Eleanor – *Thud!* She was knocked to the ground, her forehead hitting the corner of the catwalk. Blood immediately flowed. She lay on the ground, staring blankly at Julian’s receding back. Pregnant, selflessly saving someone. Brooke would never be erased from Julian’s heart now. Eleanor, helped by those around her, stood up and stumbled towards the hospital alone. Just as she reached the emergency room entrance, she ran straight into Julian. A nurse rushed over. “The pregnant woman needs a blood transfusion, but the blood bank doesn’t have RH-negative blood right now. Are there any family members who can donate?” Julian turned and grabbed her wrist. “Eleanor, you’re RH-negative. Save Brooke!” She looked at him in disbelief. He knew she was anemic. Because her anemia had been so severe once, he’d invested in building a private hospital. There was an entire medical team on standby for her 24 hours a day. But now? Julian’s voice was urgent and brooked no refusal. “Brooke was hurt trying to save me. You can’t be so selfish!” Without waiting for Eleanor to speak, he forcefully pushed her into the blood donation room. The thick needle pierced her vein, and Eleanor couldn’t help but press her hand to her chest. Her heart felt as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing it, hurting so much she couldn’t breathe. Six hundred cc’s of blood were drawn. Julian’s gaze was anxiously fixed on Brooke’s direction, completely oblivious to Eleanor’s pale face. After the blood draw, Julian finally came to his senses. “How did your forehead get hurt?” “I’m so sorry, Eleanor. I’ll have a doctor give you a full check-up and then bandage it for you.” Eleanor curled her lips in a self-deprecating smile, letting him push her into the examination room. Soon, the doctor walked out with the examination report. Julian rushed forward to ask, “How is my wife?” The doctor shook his head. “Why did you let her donate blood? Don’t you know she’s already pregna…” A nurse suddenly ran out. “Brooke’s family? She woke up and has been calling for ‘Mr. Julian’.” Julian turned and left without hesitation, not hearing the rest of the doctor’s words. “Ms. Eleanor, you’re already anemic, and you’re eight weeks pregnant! Donating blood is extremely dangerous!” Eleanor took the report in surprise. “I’m pregnant?” Her mind went blank. The next second, a warm gush flowed from her lower abdomen. She slowly looked down. Fresh blood was streaming down her inner thigh, dripping onto the floor. Before she passed out, she saw Julian gently stroking Brooke’s face. When she woke up, Eleanor was lying alone in the hospital bed. The doctor regretfully informed her, “You donated too much blood. We couldn’t save the baby.” Tears streamed from her eyes. She fiercely pounded the bed, soft whimpers escaping her throat. Eleanor insisted on being discharged, despite the doctor’s objections. She dragged her weak body back to the hotel, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, laughing and crying. She looked down at the wedding ring stuck on her ring finger, and with a harsh tug. The diamond ring *clinked* as it rolled into the drain.

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Six years into our marriage, my husband, Liam, suddenly updated his Ins story: “Whose adorable little noob is this, totally obsessed with gaming?” The picture showed a girl in a tight-fitting bunny T-shirt, pouting and cross-legged on a gaming chair. It was Ashley, the new idol from his company. I was staring, lost in thought, when a comment popped up from a mutual friend below: “Dude! You forgot to switch accounts!” Seconds later, Liam’s post vanished without a trace, only to reappear on Ashley’s Ins page shortly after. Liam called me almost immediately. Back in the day, I would have screenshot that post, saved it, and blown up at Liam, ready to raise hell until the world turned upside down. But this time, I just quietly watched the screen, waiting for the call to automatically hang up. When Liam finally got home, I was curled up on the sofa watching a movie. He tossed his car keys onto the entryway table, then bent down to change his shoes. “You’ve got nothing to do, so why didn’t you answer my call?” Liam rarely probed unless he had something to hide. My eyes didn’t leave the TV screen. I casually replied, “The movie was too good, I didn’t notice my phone.” “The client dinner dragged on, that’s why I’m late. You don’t need to sit here waiting for me every day. Nobody wants to see you making yourself so pathetic.” In the past, I would have tirelessly emphasized that this was just how much I loved him. But today, I suddenly couldn’t be bothered to say another word. Liam stood lazily in front of me, casually handing me a luxury brand paper bag. It was the premiere night for Liam’s company’s biggest show of the year. To celebrate the premiere and wish it huge success, I’d left work early, as usual, to cook a lavish meal and prepare drinks. I’d even invited a few of our mutual friends, expecting him to come home early so we could watch it together. But four episodes of the show had aired, our friends had finished dinner in an awkward silence and left, and still, there was no sign of Liam, who’d promised to be back early. I pretended not to see his gaming history, which showed ten hours straight of play. I took the shopping bag and set it on the carpet. I’d seen this exact bag before, just a while ago, when Liam missed our wedding anniversary. Even the shape and size were identical. Liam stared down at me for a moment, his brows furrowed, his voice turning cold. “Chloe, can you just stop throwing a tantrum?” Buying me gifts was Liam’s go-to apology. If I accepted the gift, he’d automatically assume everything was forgiven, and if I ever brought it up again, I’d be accused of never letting things go. Now that I wasn’t giving him an easy out, he was clearly annoyed. “I’ll open it for you.” Before I could speak, he unwrapped the package himself, pulling out a new bag and handing it to me. “The sales associate said this bag was really hard to get. You’ll definitely love it.” I lifted my eyes. Liam followed my gaze to the bag I’d casually tossed on the sofa when I rushed home to make dinner—it was exactly the same as the one in his hand. The atmosphere instantly froze. “It’s late. Let’s clean up and go to bed. We have work tomorrow.” I said in a detached tone, getting up to head to the bedroom. “I’ll have my assistant pick you up tomorrow. You can go pick out another one.” Liam’s voice held a rare show of cautiousness. “No need.” I refused him without even turning my head. The next morning, perhaps feeling that he’d truly overdone it, Liam, for the first time ever, suggested we go to the office together. Tired from a lack of sleep, I nodded. He stood by his car, his face a mix of suppressed frustration and impatience. I’d forgotten when it started, but Liam had begun making excuses not to let me ride in his car. He guarded his passenger seat like a sacred shrine, absolutely forbidding me to even touch it, forcing me to buy my own car. Any time I asked, he’d get all gruff and lecture me, saying my brain was rotting from too much internet, always fighting with him over some bizarre possessiveness about the passenger seat, claiming he had no time for my nonsense. But now, his passenger seat had clearly become Ashley’s exclusive domain. It was decorated with all sorts of plush bunny toys and covered in cute bunny stickers. The passenger seat itself was customized, just to make petite Ashley more comfortable; even the vanity mirror on the sun visor had been modified, just for Ashley to touch up her makeup. Liam glanced at me, then sighed and opened the car door, moving all the plush bunnies to the back seat. Watching his back, I frowned slightly and said, “Don’t bother. I’ll just drive myself to work.” Liam, still buried in the endless task of putting away the plush bunnies, mumbled, “I promised we’d go together. Ashley’s young, she just likes cute stuff, don’t take it personally.” Even without the plush toys, the customized seat was still all pink and cutesy, still clashed wildly with the car’s overall style. Ultimately, I didn’t get into Liam’s car. No other reason, just a feeling of nausea that made me want to throw up.

I unlocked my car, but Liam rushed over, pulled open the driver’s side door, and sat down. “I’ll drive. We can still go together.” I stood speechlessly by the car window, not missing the fleeting look of awkwardness in his eyes. So, he *did* know how messed up he’d made the passenger seat. Liam was silent for a few seconds, seemingly trying to figure out how to smooth things over. Not wanting to hear his excuses, I quickly cut him off. “We’re going to be late. Just drive.” He finally shut his mouth and started the car. We’d been driving for less than ten minutes when his phone rang – a sickly sweet pop song about ‘a racing heart and eyes that can’t look away.’ It was definitely Ashley singing. A faint, pitiful voice came from the phone, the kind that made you instantly want to protect her. “Big brother, my heart’s beating so fast. I think it’s because I stayed up too late playing games last night. I’m not going to die, am I, big brother? Waaah, big brother, come save me. I need big brother to take me to the hospital.” He hung up, not saying a word, not even glancing my way. He just pulled over immediately and reached over to unbuckle my seatbelt. His voice was curt, all business. “My artist isn’t feeling well. I need to rush over right away. The office isn’t far now; you can walk the rest of the way.” As soon as I got out and closed the car door, Liam impatiently started the car, leaving me with a cloud of pungent exhaust. This was a high-end business park where every square foot costs a fortune; nobody walked to work here. A small electric scooter, probably not expecting anyone to be walking across the crosswalk, rounded the corner and collided head-on with me without slowing down. I suffered soft tissue contusions to my forehead, palms, and knees, all to varying degrees. The nurse cleaned my wounds, taped on a few sterile gauze pads to prevent infection, and meticulously instructed me: “Take off the gauze when you get home tonight to apply the medicine. And whatever you do, don’t get them wet before they scab over.” On the way to the office in a taxi, the young driver was balancing two phones—one for navigation, and the other displaying Ashley’s live stream. The chat was filled with messages, all expressing concern for Ashley’s health. “Thanks for your concern, everyone! Don’t worry, Momo Bunny isn’t feeling so bad now, because Big Brother came like a superhero so quickly. My heart settled down.” “Nooo~ I didn’t confess to Big Brother, we’re not like that, don’t make stuff up, guys! Big Brother is just super, super kind, and super, super good to Momo Bunny~” Amidst her sweet, soft voice, two messages popped up on my phone. “Chloe, my assistant said you missed this morning’s project planning meeting? Where the hell are you?! Business comes first, do I really need to teach you that?!” “I asked you to walk a bit, and you’re throwing a tantrum and bailing on me?!” The rage and impatience in his words practically leaped off the screen to slap me in the face. I swear he had a split personality, otherwise, he wouldn’t treat us so differently. That evening, I changed my dressing in front of the mirror, then dragged my injured leg to the sofa to binge-watch a show. The fingerprint unlock sound echoed from the front door, followed immediately by Liam’s mocking voice. “I thought you’d finally changed your nasty attitude. You’ve been acting so docile lately, turns out you were just saving up to drop a bombshell on me, huh?” My still back must have infuriated him, because Liam rushed to the TV and forcefully yanked out the power cord. “Chloe, have you lost your damn mind?! This movie project is aiming for an award! Do you know how much money it costs to delay it even a single day?!” I still didn’t move or speak, just quietly watched him suddenly freeze. He scanned my forehead suspiciously, lingering on the ugly wound, and then his exposed elbows and knees. His brows furrowed. “What happened?” I met his gaze, replying indifferently, “Just a minor bump, got hit by a car on my way to work, that’s all.” Liam blinked, then suddenly reined in his temper and came over to examine my wounds. “You got into a car accident and didn’t even call me?” I pulled my hand away from his, speaking lightly. “Just a minor injury, not life-threatening. Besides, you were busy tending to your artist’s health.” What a joke, always playing the hero *after* the fact. He could say all the right things, but how many times had I called him only to get a torrent of accusations without bothering to ask what happened? Liam hadn’t cared if I was in danger for a long time. After being hurt so many times, if I still didn’t know he wouldn’t show up, then I truly was beyond stupid. Liam was especially sensitive to that comment. He suddenly stood up, glaring down at me with a cold sneer. “Do you really need to be so sarcastic? Chloe, was leaving you by the roadside some kind of heinous crime? You’re twenty-eight, not two point eight! You got hit by a car while walking, and you think you’re in the right?! I think you intentionally hurt yourself to get back at me!” I just stared at his sudden outburst, speechless. What else was there to say? I’d only spoken one sentence, and he’d slapped a ridiculous pile of accusations on me. I couldn’t be bothered to argue, so I got up to go back to the bedroom. Seeing how difficult it was for me to move, Liam reined in his temper, sighed, and came over to help me. “I’ll sleep with you tonight. Just call me if you need anything.” Liam hadn’t been back in our bedroom before 2 AM for a long time. Ashley needed to stream daily to gain popularity, and she claimed that nightly streams attracted harassers and she’d be scared without protection. So, Liam would reliably lock himself in his study every night, dedicating himself to guarding Ashley. He’d occasionally buy her virtual gifts to cheer her up or have sweet video calls, making sure everyone knew Ashley was under his wing. I’d fought with him countless times, tried everything, but I couldn’t change his mind. He said it was just work, and eventually even threatened me with divorce. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I had no choice but to compromise. I looked into his eyes, not refusing his offer. But as he reached out to lift me, I softly said, “Liam, I agree to a divorce.”

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It was a torrential downpour. My billionaire husband, Alex, was supposed to be dropping our son off for his crucial college entrance exam. But he suddenly ditched Leo on the side of the road, abandoning him to rush to the hospital instead. Why? His secretary was pregnant. Leo, unable to hail a cab in the storm, ran for his life, desperate to make it on time. He was hit by a truck. By the time I got the call and raced to the hospital, Leo was already gone. As I collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, Alex Thorne called. “Honey, apologize to Leo for me. Britt’s pregnant, and I had to rush over.” “I was drunk that night, but the baby’s mine, so I have to take responsibility.” “Didn’t you always want a daughter? Once the baby’s born, you can raise her.” When I didn’t speak, he added, “The girl is still young, doesn’t know how to be a mom. I need to be with her for a few days.” I wiped my tears, calmly replying, “Okay.” After Leo’s funeral, I drafted a divorce agreement. Then I dialed a certain number. “You’ve always wanted to take down the Thorne family, haven’t you? I won’t stop you anymore.”

The person on the other end was in disbelief. “Ms. Selene, I’m Julian Sterling, the untouchable kingpin of this city’s elite. Don’t mess with me. You’ve secretly protected the Thornes for twenty years. How could you suddenly give up?” My voice was calm. “I’m divorcing him soon.” There was a clear pause on the other end, then an excited voice. “You’re not kidding, are you?” “Back then, how many influential families in the city’s elite were desperate to marry you? But you turned them all down, choosing to marry down from your prestigious background into the Thorne family, which was practically a nobody. You even helped that good-for-nothing Alex become the region’s wealthiest magnate. So why are you suddenly willing to divorce him now?” I didn’t explain. I just stated seriously, “Don’t ask why. From now on, I won’t interfere with the Thorne family’s affairs.” The other end chuckled with satisfaction. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for. All these years, Alex has been strutting around like he’s actually capable. If you hadn’t been secretly protecting him, I would’ve dealt with him ages ago.” “Since you’re getting a divorce, I’ll make sure to send him a grand gift at the Thorne Group’s celebration tomorrow.” Just as I hung up, Alex, who hadn’t shown his face in three days, returned. He walked straight to Leo’s room. Seeing it empty, he looked at me on the sofa. “Why isn’t Leo home?” “It’s fine to relax after finals, but no need to stay out this late. My son, a Thorne, can’t be too wild.” I glanced at the red marks on Alex’s neck and said coldly, “You still remember he’s your son?” Alex frowned, about to scold me. The next second, as if realizing something, his tone softened. “Is Leo still mad about me leaving him halfway that day?” “When he comes back, I’ll coax him properly. He always listens to me; he won’t blame me.” Yes, Leo always listened to him. Knowing Alex cared about grades, Leo studied late into the night every day, always ranking first in his grade. The day before his big college finals, he was still full of confidence, saying he’d definitely get into a top-tier university and make his dad proud. But it was the dad he cherished most who, on the most important day of his life, caused his death. I couldn’t even imagine how heartbroken Leo must have been when Alex kicked him out of the car. I choked back my tears, my voice trembling. “You won’t be waiting for him anymore.” Alex’s face darkened slightly. “You’re a mother now, don’t act like a child.” With that, he carelessly tossed a delicate gift box my way, dropping it on the table beside me like a handout. “My little pregnant lady is clingy; she can’t be without me.” “From now on, I’ll only be home one day a week. Can you try to be understanding?” He killed our son, showed no remorse, stayed out to care for his pregnant mistress, and expected *me* to be understanding? Looking at his arrogant, condescending eyes, I couldn’t fathom how I had loved a man like this for twenty years. I pushed the pre-prepared divorce agreement onto the table. “Sign it. Then you can focus on caring for your little pregnant lady.” Seeing me suddenly initiate the divorce, a sneer flashed across Alex’s face. “Looks like I’ve spoiled you with a good life all these years. You’ve forgotten your place. Without me, your whole family would starve.” Watching Alex’s smug, self-important expression, I just found it laughable. He actually thought the Thorne family’s rise was thanks to him. He thought I was dependent on him. I couldn’t be bothered to explain. I just stated soberly, “I am divorcing you.” Seeing my resolute attitude, Alex erupted. “What are you doing? You know Leo would never agree to us divorcing!” “You want a divorce? Fine. Unless Leo comes and tells me himself.” With that, Alex stormed off, slamming the bedroom door. Before, when Alex threw a tantrum, I would always comfort him and give in. But not this time. I quickly signed the divorce agreement and left decisively. The next day, I retrieved Leo’s ashes from the funeral home, preparing to take them to the Sterling family estate in the city for burial. Then, Alex’s call came. “You can throw a tantrum yourself, but don’t take my son and disappear overnight. Today is the Thorne Group’s 30th anniversary celebration. I’m announcing him as my heir. Bring him here, now.” I looked at Leo’s urn and said, my voice heavy, “Okay, I’ll bring him right over.”

I met Alex in college. He was being beaten bloody on the rooftop by a group of arrogant rich kids from the city’s elite circles. Even covered in blood, he gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single plea for mercy. I thought he had backbone. So I walked over and glared at them. Meeting my gaze, those fearless, untouchable spoilt brats scattered like they’d seen a ghost, running away in a terrified frenzy. Seeing them rush off, Alex unconsciously turned his gaze to me. He struggled to his feet, enduring the pain to warn me, “Those guys aren’t to be trifled with. You’re a girl; you should stay away from the rooftop in the future. Don’t let them target you.” Seeing him, beaten like that, still have the presence of mind to care about others, I couldn’t help but smile. “They wouldn’t dare mess with me.” Alex looked at my plain clothes and scoffed. “Don’t kid yourself. They’re the city’s elite, with powerful connections. Why would they be afraid of a little girl like you?” “I don’t look down on ordinary people, so you don’t need to puff yourself up in front of me.” Watching him, I found it amusing, so I didn’t explain further. Later, I learned he came from a once-prominent but now struggling family, on the brink of bankruptcy. His father had been driven to suicide by debt. He had gotten into a top-tier university in the city on his own merit, determined to revive his family. Perhaps it was seeing too many idle, spendthrift second-generation heirs. I was moved by his persistent and self-reliant spirit. We started chatting frequently. After getting to know him better, I discovered he was a very thoughtful and caring person. He would patiently hand me a warm cup of ginger tea when I was writhing in pain from period cramps, drenched in cold sweat. He would anxiously rack his brain to cheer me up when I was upset. He would cover me with his jacket and carry me through flooded streets during sudden downpours. Slowly, I fell in love with his sincere and pure heart. He would always blush and say he just wanted to be good to me. And so, we dated, married, and had a child. Knowing he was proud and sensitive. I always secretly supported him. With my help, he revitalized the struggling Thorne Group, building him into the region’s most powerful magnate. But after his success, he rarely came home. I asked him to spend more time with Leo, but the man who once said he wouldn’t look down on ordinary people sneered at me, “What do you know, being just a housewife? A man’s priority is making money, not wasting time with you two! Do you really think you and Leo would have this luxurious life if I wasn’t out there making it happen?” His transformation gradually disillusioned me. But I still felt grateful to him. He had given me good genes, allowing me to give birth to a smart and excellent son. I just wanted to stay by Leo’s side and raise him to be a successful man. So I compromised and tolerated everything. I never imagined that my patience would lead to him getting his secretary pregnant behind my back. And that it would ultimately cost our son his life. Leo’s death left me with nothing to hold onto in this family. And my love for Alex. It completely vanished.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the Thorne Corporate Tower with Leo’s urn. Inside the tower, the city’s commercial elite, powerful families, and prominent figures were all gathered. All to celebrate the Thorne Group’s 30th anniversary. Alex, impeccably dressed in a suit, stood among the crowd, dazzling and arrogant. Brittany, in a delicate gown, clung possessively to his arm. I walked in expressionlessly, and as I got closer, I heard Brittany pouting, her voice full of feigned victimhood. “Oh, Alex, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I caused your wife to want a divorce.” Alex dotingly flicked her nose, his voice so soft it was as if he feared she might break. “Silly girl, I’m so rich, and Selene loves me so much. How could she possibly divorce me? She’s just making a scene; ignore it.” As he spoke, Alex’s gaze landed on me. His tender eyes instantly turned cold. “Selene, didn’t I tell you that today is the Thorne Group’s 30th anniversary celebration and you had to bring Leo?” “You came alone!” Seeing me, the gathered elite and prominent figures sneered, their lips curling. “Is that Mrs. Thorne? She looks like a country bumpkin, completely out of place.” “Just a housewife who stays home with the kids. Naturally, she can’t compare to us business elites.” “No wonder Mr. Thorne prefers his secretary, Britt. With her shabby, unsophisticated appearance, she really doesn’t suit Mr. Thorne.” The crowd’s mockery made a triumphant smile bloom on Brittany’s lips. The next second, her eyes welled up slightly as she looked at me. “Selene, I shouldn’t have gotten pregnant and caused you and Alex to fight.” “If you really hate me, just scold me. Don’t deliberately not bring young Mr. Thorne and wear something that looks like mourning clothes for this.” “You know today is the Thorne Group’s celebration, and all the commercial elite are here. Doing this is just intentionally humiliating the Thorne family and embarrassing Alex, isn’t it…?” Brittany’s feigned generosity and consideration made a flash of approval appear in Alex’s eyes. It also earned her admiring glances from the prominent figures present. But I looked at her indifferently, stating coldly, “I don’t care if you want to be a mistress to a pathetic excuse for a man.” “But don’t mention my son. You’re not worthy.” The banquet hall fell silent instantly. The next second, Alex’s face turned ashen. “Selene, watch your tone!” “My tone?” I scoffed. “The tone of Mrs. Thorne?” “I don’t care for it.” Alex glared at me, his face as dark as ink. “You don’t care?” “You don’t care, but you still secretly use my money to support your father, making him, a mere commoner, drive a Rolls-Royce?” “If you really had any self-respect, you wouldn’t do such underhanded things to benefit your family!” Because I was afraid my identity would put pressure on Alex and hurt his ego, I had once told my father to be discreet. I never expected Alex to think my family was living a good life by stealing his money, all because of my father’s slight oversight with money! I smiled, looking at Alex, and said quietly, “Alex, you really underestimate me.” Eleanor Thorne, Alex’s mother, eyed me disdainfully. “I think *you’re* overestimating yourself!” “If you hadn’t been lucky enough to marry into the Thorne family, do you think you’d have been a wealthy wife for so many years?” “Since you’ve enjoyed the Thorne family’s good fortune, you should just quietly be a good housewife. Don’t be so ungrateful and make a fool of yourself!” Hearing this, others present couldn’t help but chime in.

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I was reborn, and so was Blake. In our last life, we were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. I was a master of investment, my wealth limitless. He was an artist, his works endless. I often made time and spent money to help him host art exhibitions, and he never refused to accompany me to social and business gatherings. Until I became a business mogul and he a top artist, our lives were harmonious, filled with mutual respect. Then, during an outdoor sketching trip, heavy rain triggered a mudslide. We were swallowed whole, perishing together. Reborn again, he shamelessly declared in front of everyone, “Vivian is all about money, crude and shallow. We artists pursue real thought and artistic expression, something vulgar people just wouldn’t get.” Watching Blake tenderly hold Daisy’s hand while they painted, I finally understood. He wanted a different life. Well, I’d give him exactly that. “Blake, you and Vivian have been together for three years. When are you getting married?” “She values money too much; it makes me sick. Vivian and I aren’t from the same world. Dating is one thing, but for marriage, I need someone more suitable.” Blake casually lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and nonchalantly uttered these words to the guys in front of him. “Yeah, right. Our Blake is going to be an artist. Vivian, on the other hand, spends all day mingling with men at business dinners. She calls it networking for money, but who knows what her actual relationship with those men is?” “Alright, enough. She’s not like that. Just try to keep your distance from her from now on.” Blake simply stomped out his cigarette, his face completely devoid of anger. My whole body trembled with rage, my chest tight as if I couldn’t breathe, my mind a blank. The first thing I did after being reborn was rush here from a business dinner. Because on this very day in our last life, it was Blake and my third-anniversary. He had organized an art exhibition especially for me at the gallery, proposing to me in front of everyone and speaking of his deep love for me over the past three years. Remembering all that, I’d chugged half a bottle of vodka to leave the dinner, my stomach churning and aching relentlessly. But the thought of seeing Blake soon had momentarily suppressed the pain, filling me with excitement and joy. The reality was, I stood backstage at the gallery, listening to Blake and his friends ridicule and insult me. “Brother Blake, your paintings are so beautiful! Can you teach me?” A female voice reached my ears. A girl in a white dress, holding a drawing board, walked towards Blake, her smile blooming like a flower. Blake’s usually sharp eyes suddenly softened, his voice mellowing. He stepped forward, taking her hand holding the paintbrush, and guiding it across the canvas. “Daisy, this exhibition is specifically for you. You can learn anything you want, I’ll teach you.” “Daisy is so hardworking and talented. She’ll definitely be a renowned artist someday.” His large, strong hand gently enveloped her small, delicate one. Daisy was almost cradled in Blake’s arm, both of them smiling happily. The scene before me stung my eyes. I shifted my gaze, only then realizing that all the paintings around me were of that girl in the white dress; none had anything to do with me. In that instant, I knew. Blake had been reborn too. He wanted a new life. After we got married in the previous life, I had once seen a photo in Blake’s drawer. It was of him and this girl in the white dress. They sat under a blossoming tree, heads together, gazes locked. They looked like a couple straight out of a romance movie, perfectly in sync. Back then, Blake told me she was just a junior student, that they often collaborated, and their relationship was slightly more intimate than casual acquaintances. Now I knew. This girl, Daisy, was his new choice after rebirth.

In my last life, I felt like I was always looking up to Blake, spending my whole life chasing his shadow. In high school, he excelled at painting, sweeping almost every art award. His voice always echoed from the school radio station, deep and clear. His figure was always on the school awards stage, tall and upright, his youthful back always straight and strong. I just looked up at him and his paintings, harboring a single thought: to earn tons and tons of money, to host countless exhibitions for him so his brilliant art could be seen by the world. Later, he went to a top art university to hone his painting skills, and I chose finance. To earn money, to forge more connections, I attended eight business dinners a day, holding my breath and chugging down cheap bottled liquor, only to spend hours in the restroom, throwing up until I was dizzy and disoriented. I did all this to make myself excellent enough, to be capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Blake. I spared no expense, investing heavily in Blake’s exhibitions, securing better resources for him, and introducing him to influential people in the art world. Looking back now, my last life felt like I lived entirely for Blake. I was like a pathetic dog begging for scraps; all he had to do was crook a finger, and I’d eagerly rush to him. It was time for me to be myself again, to start a new life. I turned and walked away, heading home to put on exquisite makeup and a stunning dress, ready for the evening’s cocktail party. Just as I opened the door, about to head downstairs to hail a cab, I saw Blake standing at the entrance. He wore a white suit, sleek gold-rimmed glasses, his hair meticulously combed back. Refined and incredibly handsome, this image had made my heart flutter countless times. But seeing him again, my heart was calm as still water, without a ripple. Seeing my lack of reaction, Blake spoke first, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. “I promised to take you to the business dinner tonight. Let’s go.” He subtly glanced at my high heels, then extended his hand towards me. “Be careful on the stairs with those heels. Don’t fall.” I once thought these small gestures, hidden within his actions, were signs of his care, his love and protection for me. Only after years of being together did I realize that his meticulousness, his adherence to promises, his good manners, and so on, were simply because that’s who he was. He inherently possessed these qualities; he didn’t become this way *because of* me. Blake opened the car door for me, shielding my head as I slipped into the back seat. A female voice drifted from the front, clear and delicate. “Hello, ma’am, I’m Blake’s junior, Daisy. I’d love to learn more about the world. Could you take me along to see what a business party is like?” Daisy looked at me with crescent-shaped eyes, but there was no real smile in them, only a hint of challenge. Having spent so many years in the finance world, I’d seen all kinds of people. For a girl like her, I wasn’t going to stoop to her level. To my surprise, before I could even speak, Blake interjected, trying to smooth things over for her. “You know, your heavy makeup really does make you look older. Just bring her along. Your business dinners aren’t exactly high society, are they?” I scoffed, then closed my eyes to rest, ignoring both of them.

The two followed me into the private room. The eyes of everyone in the room immediately focused on the three of us. Many of my business partners were there; they naturally knew my relationship with Blake. But now, Blake stood behind me, and Daisy shyly looped her arm through his. Blake’s eyes held a hint of indulgence, and he gently comforted her, telling her not to be afraid. I chuckled inwardly. In my previous life, no matter how much I tried to please Blake, he always remained aloof and indifferent. It turns out he preferred this ‘innocent damsel’ act. “Vivian, this is…” Someone in the room asked. I smoothed my slightly tousled curls and replied casually, “Daisy. My boyfriend’s new girlfriend.” Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief. Blake’s face stiffened, turning an uncomfortable shade of purple. To ease the awkwardness, he stepped forward, pulled out a chair for me, and politely smiled at everyone, saying, “Vivian loves to joke. Please don’t take her seriously.” “Yeah, it’s just a joke.” I gave them both a meaningful look, then decided not to embarrass them further. Once seated, I busied myself chatting with partners about new investment projects, maintaining professional appearances. Blake and Daisy, meanwhile, were openly intimate, laughing and talking. When the food and drinks arrived, Daisy picked up her forks and began eating without a care. Blake watched her tenderly, even reaching out to pat her back, urging her to eat slowly so she wouldn wouldn’t choke. My heart ached. I remembered his art exhibition’s appreciation dinner in our last life. I hadn’t eaten all day and was dizzy from low blood sugar. I just wanted to grab some food from the table to feel better. But he had slapped the forks right out of my hand, his voice stern. “With so many people here, eating before everyone else is incredibly rude. What will people think of you? What will they say about me behind my back?” I used to think that as an artist, he was just incredibly particular about table etiquette. Now I knew, his strict demands were only for me. “Looks like our little sister is hungry! We don’t have so many rules here. Let’s all have a drink and eat!” someone in the crowd noticed Daisy’s actions and spoke up to ease the atmosphere. “Daisy, you’re still young. Don’t drink alcohol. I’ll pour you some juice.” Blake downed the wine that was originally in Daisy’s glass and then filled it with juice, placing it in front of her. Everyone raised their glasses, waiting for Daisy’s move. Daisy picked up her juice-filled glass, suddenly stood up, and her hand holding the glass tilted in my direction. Instantly, the liquid splashed out, drenching my face. Sticky liquid ran down my cheeks. Daisy rushed over with a wet wipe, vigorously scrubbing my makeup off while apologizing. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t stable, I was so clumsy! Let me help you wipe the juice. I’m so, so sorry!” Daisy’s smug smile vanished in an instant; all her actions were clearly intentional. I didn’t want to stoop to her level, but that didn’t mean I would always back down. I grabbed her wrist, picked up my own drink, and splashed it all over her face. She might have choked. I snatched the wet wipe she’d used to smear my makeup and shoved it into her mouth. “Are you choking, little sister? Let me help you wipe.” “Vivian, you’re going too far!” Daisy burst into tears. Blake stepped forward and forcefully pushed my shoulder, pulling Daisy into his embrace. “Daisy didn’t mean to do it. Do you have to be so petty? Someone as narrow-minded as you can only make friends with these uncultured, crude people who just drink and brag all day!” Having been with him for years, I knew Blake’s emotional intelligence was usually high; he wouldn’t easily offend anyone. But now, for Daisy, he had just insulted every finance professional in the room. “Mr. Blake, what do you mean by ‘uncultured, crude people’? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” Someone, offended by his words, questioned him. “What’s inappropriate about it? What kind of depth do you people have? You just stumble into some money through luck. Compared to us artists, you’re absolutely nowhere!” Blake’s face turned red with anger, speaking recklessly. His words infuriated everyone present. My face was grim. I didn’t hesitate, raising my hand and delivering a sharp slap directly across his face. Blake froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. “No one invited you to this party. You both shamelessly elbowed your way in.”

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Leo, the Rake Leo was a notorious playboy. After we started dating, he seemed to settle down, shedding his wild ways. Everyone said he was utterly, madly in love with me. But later, I saw him with the girl who used to bully me, laughing as he said, “Audrey? She’s just a boring, utterly unappealing deaf girl. Honestly, playing with her was a total drag.” His half-brother chuckled, “You’re willing to let her go? That’s great. Next time you see her, remember to call her sister-in-law.” Leo completely freaked out. It was Valentine’s Day, and I went to the hospital for a follow-up. “Ms. Hayes, your hearing has recovered to 60%. You can gradually stop using your hearing aid from now on.” I was practically bursting with joy at the news. My first thought was to tell Leo. But sitting in the hospital hallway, I called him three times in a row, and each call was rejected. I waited for a long time, but there was still no reply in our SnapChat chat. Disappointed, I finally put my phone away. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of the hospital, I bumped into Julian Hayes. The man leaned against his car, tall and imposing, with a sharp, cold face. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, every move he made exuded an effortless grace and aristocratic charm that drew admiring glances from passersby. “Mr. Hayes.” I greeted him, feeling a little stiff. “What a coincidence.” Julian Hayes, the youngest CEO of The Hayes Corporation. I’d heard Leo complain more than once about how his brother was a cold-blooded, ruthless corporate shark. At this moment, the handsome corporate shark pursed his lips and suddenly asked, “Are you planning to celebrate with Leo tonight?” I answered, flustered, “Leo hasn’t replied to my messages. He’s probably still busy…” Julian let out an almost imperceptible scoff. Seeing my confused gaze, he softened his voice, his tone laced with a hint of something tempting. “It’s alright. I’m not busy now. I’ll take you to him.” Julian drove me to an exclusive club. As I was getting out of the car, he suddenly called my name. “Ms. Hayes.” The emotion in his eyes was dark and unreadable. “Do you truly, genuinely like him that much?” I froze for a moment, then smiled. “Yes, I like him a lot.” I met Leo in high school. Back then, because of my hearing loss, I was bullied at school. Once, soaked to the bone and shivering like a drowned rat, covered in foul mop water, a confident, handsome boy appeared as if from nowhere. He took off his jacket and draped it over my head. Through my damaged hearing aid, I couldn’t hear anything, but I knew the hand that pulled me up was incredibly warm and strong. My young heart fluttered like a butterfly, soft and hopeful, stirred by that unexpected kindness. Years passed, and he remained as he was that first day. Julian watched me silently for a few seconds, then lowered his gaze. “Go on in. It’s cold out here.” Before I could say anything, he had already floored the gas pedal and driven towards the parking lot. I had no choice but to take the gift I’d prepared for Leo and walk into the club. From the slightly ajar door, flickering lights spilled out, and the smell of smoke and alcohol hit me. Leo was surrounded by people, his eyes slightly narrowed, a lazy, almost bored expression on his face. I reached out to push the door open, but then I stopped. Sitting next to Leo was a woman. Her back was to me, her figure tall and elegant, her face unseen. Only a cascade of red hair shone under the shifting lights, like silk. A strange unease settled in my stomach. Then I heard someone laugh loudly, “Scarlett, you don’t stand a chance. Leo’s already hooked by Little Apple. He’s a taken man now!” Suddenly, my ears felt hot. My name is Audrey. Little Apple. That was me. Leo was naturally carefree and wild. Before we dated, he drank, smoked, raced cars… indulging in every pleasure imaginable. As for girlfriends, he’d change them weekly, never truly caring. Only after he confessed his feelings for me did he calm down a lot. Even his friends would tease him, “Leo’s quieter than a mouse around his girlfriend. He’ll probably be totally whipped later on.” At that moment, I shouldn’t have doubted him. The Ms. Scarlett with her back to me let out a soft chuckle. Her voice sounded sweet and delicate, with a hint of defiance. “Leo, are you really with her?” Leo lifted his eyelids, giving her a dismissive glance, his expression cold. He took a sip of his drink before saying, “Audrey? She’s just a boring, utterly unappealing deaf girl. Honestly, playing with her was a total drag.”

Every word was slow, every syllable clear. It felt like I’d been punched square in the gut; I couldn’t react. The room fell silent, everyone staring at Leo in shock. Ms. Scarlett chuckled again. “Is that so? I heard she’s been with you for quite a while.” Leo’s face held a carefree smile, casual and unconcerned. “So what? She’s like an apple – not bad, but so boring, completely unappetizing. No one would actively seek one out, but if someone hands one to you, would you really refuse?” I stood rooted to the spot, utterly disbelieving. A chill swept through me, sinking deep into my bones. The world around me started to blur, the sounds fading into a distant hum. In a daze, I thought I heard Ms. Scarlett ask, her voice playfully whiny, “If she’s a boring apple, then what am I?” Leo hooked her chin, his smile dangerously seductive. “You, my dear, are my little cherry.” My body trembled uncontrollably, and the gift in my hand slipped, clattering to the floor. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. Leo froze for a second, then quickly regained his composure and started walking towards me. He didn’t know I had heard all those words. Because I wasn’t sure if the treatment would work, I had never told him that my hearing was gradually returning. My mind went blank. I didn’t know what to do, only frantically fumbling in my bag for my hearing aid. It was as if putting on the hearing aid would give me a sense of security. When I looked up again, Scarlett stood before me. She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “What’s with that expression? Ms. Hayes, don’t you recognize me?” My whole body trembled, my limbs stiff. It felt like I was naked, thrown into a brutal winter storm, every breath a struggle. The woman before me was strikingly beautiful, her smile open and generous, like a kind and pure princess of noble birth. But I knew the wicked heart beneath that mask! It was overturned meals, foul-smelling sewage, never-ending ridicule and pranks, wanton insults and rumors… How could it be her? It really was her! I used every ounce of strength I had to keep standing. Then I asked Leo, who was standing to the side, “She led the bullying against me in high school. Did you know?” Scarlett stood smiling. Her expression was gentle, but her eyes held a hint of mockery. Leo’s gaze flickered, avoiding mine. His tone was casual. “Is that so? Was there such a thing? I don’t really remember…” In that instant, I saw through Leo’s expression. My mind became crystal clear. I shook my head, a tearful smile on my face, correcting him. “You remember perfectly. You knew everything.” It was just that his heart had drifted away. Leo frowned. “Scarlett’s personality is a bit direct, but back then, it was just kids playing around. Audrey, don’t be so sensitive. Besides, why would Scarlett specifically target you? Were you at fault first?” The scars he had personally witnessed were now reduced to mere “sensitivity.” He even turned it around, asking if I was at fault first. I used to believe that the most precious thing in the world was true affection. But it turns out, hearts can be so fickle, so easily swayed. “Leo, you disgust me.” My chest felt hollowed out, as if a knife had carved out my very soul, but my resolve was stronger than ever. “We’re breaking up.” Leo’s face instantly darkened, his eyes clouding with an ominous anger. “Breaking up?” He scoffed. “Audrey, who do you think would want you besides me?” My face was pale, my head throbbing with pain, as I quickly turned and left. “Audrey, don’t you dare regret this!” I wouldn’t. Leo, I might be weak, but I will never regret this.

Outside, Julian was still there. His lips moved, saying something. But my ears were ringing, my steps unsteady, and I had no energy to pay attention to him, no energy to process the situation. I could only respond, my words tumbling out, disjointed and slurred: “Ears… hurt so much. Can’t hear.” Even my hearing aid was useless. Julian’s eyes widened with urgency, and some other emotion I couldn’t quite grasp. Before I could make sense of it, I fainted. I had a dream. The dream was chaotic yet familiar. A woman lay in a bathtub, gently beckoning to me. I ran to her, calling “Mom,” and heard her sigh, “If only I couldn’t hear anything, it would be so much better.” How could not hearing be better? Mom, I don’t understand. As I drew closer, I saw her skin was ashen, and the bathtub was filled with blood. Empty pill bottles were scattered across the cold, damp floor. I stumbled back a few steps, falling down the stairs. From then on, my ears heard no sound; the whole world seemed even quieter than a winter’s night. Looking up again, the scene suddenly shifted, but the empty pill bottles were still at my feet. Someone picked one up, shook a few pills into their mouth, and chewed them like candy. I cried out, rushing towards him, snatching the pills from his hand. “These are bitter. Little brother, I’ll give you candy, okay?” He took the candy, silently shedding tears, not speaking. The scene shifted again. A beautifully dressed girl smirked and said to the person next to her, “That little deafy is always so dull, so boring. Why don’t we cut her skirt?” Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand from behind. I couldn’t hear his voice, but his palm felt so warm and strong. Hope and joy surged in my heart, and I turned around, calling out, “Leo!” He affectionately ruffled my hair, smiling brightly. However, the next instant, his eyes turned cold, and he pushed me forward! I fell into a torrent of churning lava. Burning, painful, terrifying, bewildered. I couldn’t break free. In a blur, I felt parched. Suddenly, a soft, damp touch brushed my lips, bringing a comforting coolness. I used all my strength, my limbs wrapping around him, like a child desperate for candy, clinging on and refusing to let go. I ground against him, constantly taking, swallowing those few drops of moisture with desperate whimpers. But that coolness quickly turned to scorching heat, accompanied by deep gasps and unrestrained affection. “Hot,” I frowned, pulling away. “Little Apple…” someone whispered softly. I stubbornly tried to move away. That person sighed, a helpless yet indulgent sound, incredibly gentle. When he returned, he carefully wiped my forehead, hands, and feet with an alcohol-scented damp towel, repeating the motion tirelessly. Until I escaped the nightmare and fell into a peaceful sleep. I woke up the next morning. I was at Julian’s suburban mansion. He explained, “I was worried the night emergency room wouldn’t take good care of you, so I took the liberty of bringing you here and calling my family doctor.” I nodded, then heard him say, “Ms. Hayes, I’m hosting a dinner party here tomorrow night. Would you consider being my escort?” I instinctively wanted to escape. “I want to go back to school. My graduation project isn’t finished yet…” Julian thought for a moment, his expression serious. “This is a suburban area; you won’t be able to get a cab. And given the current fluctuations in your hearing, I can’t let you drive back alone. That would violate traffic safety laws.” …He had a point, and he had taken such good care of me yesterday. I couldn’t refuse. I could only carefully ask, “Will Leo be there tomorrow?” “Do you want to see him? If you don’t…” “No, no!” I quickly waved my hand. “It’s fine.” Julian had been so kind to take care of me when I was ill. Who was I to ask him to cause friction between brothers? Julian didn’t speak. After a long moment, he let out a soft, cool chuckle, and his gentle, clear eyes became unreadable. “Alright,” he said. “If you wish, then he’ll come.”

The Hayes family, true to their name, were the epitome of power and wealth in this city’s most affluent district. The room glittered with opulent gowns and sparkling jewels, filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of champagne flutes. The only downside was running into Scarlett. With no one nearby, she dropped her gentle facade. “Talking about breaking up with Leo, but still sniffing around like a stray dog. Audrey, do you even belong here? Are you worthy?” I didn’t want to get into it with her and turned to leave. A flash of malice crossed Scarlett’s eyes, and she actually grabbed my hair and yanked it back. “Did I say you could leave? Years apart, and your guts have certainly grown.” I was trembling with rage and tightly gripped Scarlett’s hand. My nails dug into her skin, leaving several clear red marks. Scarlett cried out in pain, her fury intensifying. She violently flung my hair away, tearing off my left hearing aid in the process. My hearing, which had been gradually recovering, had already faded due to the previous shock. Without a hearing aid now, I was completely deaf. “Stop!” My eyes burned red with fury as I tried to stop her. However, in the next instant, Scarlett’s high heel stomped fiercely on my hearing aid, grinding it into pieces. “You…” I gasped for air, enraged. “You’re going too far!” Scarlett actually smiled sweetly. “Oh, and what of it?” A fiery rage surged through me, threatening to consume me whole. I raised my hand and swung it, aiming for her temple! “Audrey!” I heard Leo shout from not far away. The commotion was quite loud, and scattered groups of people in the distance turned to look. Scarlett stood there, a bright red handprint on her face, utterly stunned. Leo quickly walked over, his face somewhat grim. He shielded Scarlett behind him. “Audrey, what are you doing?” My tone was cold. “What am I doing? Didn’t you see?” Leo sighed, softening his voice a little. “I know you came here specifically for me today. But in a place like this, you really shouldn’t make such a scene. Audrey, apologize to Scarlett, and I’ll forgive you, okay?” For a moment, I didn’t react. Then it dawned on me—he probably thought I had gone to all this trouble to show up here just to find a chance to get back together with him. Could a person’s cheek be this thick? “Leo, I remember telling you,” I said, every word slow and deliberate, “we’re already broken up.” Leo’s eyes darkened. “Audrey, don’t make a fuss. Apologize.” I almost scoffed. “Leo, do you want a slap too?” Leo abruptly seized my wrist, his expression clouded with dark fury. “Audrey, if you don’t back down, you’ll really lose your chance.” The next moment, someone chuckled from a distance. Leo looked behind me, his face suddenly changing. Julian walked forward with a relaxed stride, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. His voice, unwavering like mountains and seas, spoke. “In that case, next time you see her, remember to call her sister-in-law.” Leo and Scarlett were escorted out by security. The expressions on their faces as they left were a mix of shock and rage. Leo even yelled hoarsely, “Audrey, you can hate me, but you can’t choose him! What kind of good guy is Julian Hayes?!”

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Three years into our marriage, my wife, Scarlett, had conned me into donating blood 47 times. Meanwhile, she was getting intimate with Jax, her gym trainer. “Every time I see that look on his face, so willing to donate blood to save someone, I just find it hilarious,” Scarlett scoffed, catching her breath. “Come on, don’t say that. Our dear Leo is such a saint. He genuinely believes his blood is saving lives, all for those ‘patients’ you’ve made up.” Jax chuckled, gently holding her waist. I watched through the crack in the door, my blood freezing instantly. “We’ll need another batch of blood next month. We can raise the price again this time; Leo’s blood type is so rare after all.” Scarlett adjusted her position and kissed him. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms. Through the door crack, I saw her sitting on the office desk, her legs wrapped around the young man’s waist, locked in a fervent kiss. “$70,000 a bag, that’s indeed a good price,” Jax replied, satisfied. My fists tightened, the blood in my veins felt like it was burning.

The moment the needle was pulled from my arm, a wave of faint dizziness washed over me. This was the forty-seventh time. The nurse carefully pressed on the needle site, a hint of concern in her eyes. “Mr. Leo, this is your third donation this month. Are you really sure your body can handle it?” I managed a weak smile, waving my hand to signal I was fine. As someone with Rh-negative O-type blood, I’d long been used to this feeling of being needed. Especially when Scarlett told me there was another patient desperately in need of my blood, I never refused. “How’s the patient doing today?” I asked, rolling down my sleeve. The nurse hesitated, then simply said, “You should ask Dr. Scarlett. She’s in the VIP ward section.” I nodded and got up, heading towards the VIP wards. After so many donations, I was incredibly familiar with the hospital. Even more so than some newly hired nurses, I knew the exact location of every department. As I walked down the corridor of the VIP ward section, I spotted the door to Scarlett’s office from afar. The door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a narrow crack, and I could hear low voices inside. I was about to push the door open, but the voices from within froze me in my tracks the moment my hand touched the doorknob. “Every time I see that look on his face, so willing to donate blood to save someone, I just find it hilarious.” Scarlett’s voice carried a mocking tone I had never heard before. “Don’t say that, our dear Leo is such a saint.” “He genuinely believes his blood is saving lives, all for those ‘patients’ you’ve made up.” Another man’s voice chimed in, sounding young and flippant. My heart began to pound violently, and my palms grew sweaty. Through the crack, I saw Scarlett sitting on the office desk, a young man standing in front of her. The distance between them was intimate, almost scandalous. “Jax, what do you think his face would look like if he knew the real use of all that blood?” Scarlett reached out and hooked her arm around the man’s neck. “He’d probably crumble, right? After all, he trusts you so much, his little angel of mercy.” Jax’s hands began to roam over Scarlett’s body. I forced myself to stay calm and kept listening. “Mr. Henderson needs another batch of blood next month. We can raise the price again this time; Leo’s blood type is so rare after all.” Scarlett’s tone was as casual as if she were discussing an ordinary business transaction. “$70,000 a bag, that’s indeed a good price. But aren’t you worried he’ll find out?” Jax asked. “Find out what? He can’t even get into the blood bank, and I always concoct a perfect story.” “Acute leukemia, massive blood loss from a car accident, he falls for it every single time,” Scarlett said with a triumphant laugh. My entire world imploded in an instant. For three years, I thought I was saving lives, but it turned out I was just providing raw material for their filthy dealings. All those patients I thought I’d saved, all that blood I’d shed, it was all a lie. The two inside the room had started embracing, and Scarlett let out soft moans. I suppressed my nausea and quietly slipped away. Back home, I sat on the couch, lost in thought. The room was filled with Scarlett’s various medical awards and certificates of honor. Our wedding photo hung on the wall; in it, she smiled so purely and beautifully. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my blood donation records from over the years. Every single time, she would convince me with a different reason. Sometimes it was an urgent late-night call, sometimes tearful pleas, sometimes a righteous speech about a doctor’s compassion. And I, like a fool, extended my arm without hesitation every single time.

When Scarlett returned home that evening, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Rough day? Was the patient okay?” I tried to make my voice sound normal. Scarlett walked over and hugged me from behind, resting her face against my back. “Thank you, Leo. Without your blood, that little girl might not have made it.” My hands paused mid-air, a bitter taste rising in my mouth. She was still spinning lies, and she said it so naturally, as if there really was a little girl who needed my blood to survive. “Glad I could help,” I mumbled. “You really are the kindest person in the world.” Scarlett whispered into my ear, “Sometimes I can’t believe I got to marry such a wonderful man.” Hearing that, I almost lost control of my emotions. She called me kind, yet she was using my kindness to earn dirty money. She said she couldn’t believe she married me, yet she was tangled up with another man in her office. “Scarlett, I want to ask you something,” I turned to face her. “What is it?” She blinked those eyes I once adored so deeply. “If one day, I couldn’t donate blood anymore, would you still love me like you do now?” Scarlett paused, then chuckled, “Why would you ask such a strange question?” “I don’t love you just because you can donate blood.” “Then why?” I pressed on. She seemed a bit uncomfortable with my serious tone, her smile becoming strained. “Of course, it’s because of you, your kindness, your thoughtfulness, everything about you.” I nodded, saying nothing more. But in my heart, I already had the answer: she didn’t love me for who I was, but for the priceless blood flowing in my veins. During dinner, I deliberately brought it up: “I haven’t been feeling well lately. I might need a full check-up.” Scarlett put down her forks, asking nervously, “What’s wrong? Where do you feel unwell?” “Just feeling a bit tired. Maybe I’ve been donating too frequently.” “The doctor suggested I stop donating blood for a while to let my body recover.” After I finished, I carefully watched her expression. Sure enough, her face instantly fell, and a flicker of panic crossed her eyes. “But, but there are so many patients in urgent need of blood at the hospital lately. If you stop donating now…” “Are lives more important, or is my health?” I countered. Scarlett was speechless, and after a moment, she said, “Of course, your health is more important. I’m just worried about those patients…” “Are there other blood sources that can replace mine for those patients?” I probed further. “Well…” She stammered. “Rh-negative blood types are already rare; it’s difficult to find a temporary substitute.” Seeing her anxiety, my suspicions grew stronger. If she truly loved me, she should have been concerned about my health first, not the blood donations. “How about this then? I’ll go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. If my body’s fine, I’ll continue donating,” I pretended to compromise. Scarlett finally let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, I’ll go with you for the check-up tomorrow.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Scarlett quickly fell asleep, her breathing even and peaceful, as if she had no burden on her conscience. I quietly got up and went to my study, opening the computer. After some searching, I found news reports about black market rare blood type transactions. The reports mentioned that Rh-negative blood commanded astonishingly high prices on the black market. Especially when used for certain illicit cosmetic procedures, the price would double. I thought about Scarlett’s sudden increase in income over the past two years. All that extra income she claimed was from hospital bonuses, those designer bags and expensive jewelry – it turned out they were all bought with my blood.

The next day, I went to the hospital for my check-up as planned. Scarlett stayed by my side, acting like a caring wife, but I could sense her inner anxiety. Whenever the doctor asked about my donation frequency, she would quickly jump in to answer, afraid I might say something incriminating. “Mr. Leo’s donation frequency is indeed quite high,” the examining doctor stated seriously. “We recommend reducing the frequency of donations for now, to allow your body to fully rest.” “How long do I need to rest?” Scarlett asked eagerly. “At least three months,” the doctor replied. I saw Scarlett’s face instantly turn pale. She forced a smile. “Okay, we’ll follow the doctor’s orders.” After leaving the consultation room, Scarlett remained distracted. I deliberately said, “Looks like I really can’t donate blood for a while. Those patients waiting for help will have to find other solutions.” “Yeah, it’s a pity,” she replied perfunctorily, her eyes darting around. Back home, I excused myself, claiming to be unwell, and went to rest early. In reality, I wanted to observe Scarlett’s reaction. Sure enough, once she thought I was asleep, she started making phone calls in the living room. I quietly crept to the door and eavesdropped. “Mr. Henderson, things are a bit complicated… Yes, the blood supply is temporarily cut off… What? You need the shipment next week? This…” Scarlett’s voice was clearly anxious. “It’s not that I’m not trying, it’s just that he developed a health issue. The doctor advised him to stop donating blood for three months…” “I know the consequences of breaching the contract, but there’s really nothing I can do right now…” Hearing this, my judgment was completely confirmed. Scarlett was indeed involved in some kind of blood trade using my blood, and a stable business chain had already been established. After she hung up, I heard Scarlett pacing in the living room, occasionally letting out anxious sighs. A while later, another call came in. “Jax? We have a problem… Yes, he can’t donate blood anymore… Do you have any ideas?” This call lasted a long time. I couldn’t make out the specific content, but I could feel Scarlett’s emotions growing increasingly agitated. The next morning, Scarlett seemed preoccupied. She hesitated several times, then finally spoke. “Leo, I thought about it all night, and I think that doctor might be a bit overly cautious.” “Look, you’re in such good spirits now. Do you really need to stop donating blood for three months?” I pretended to consider it: “But the doctor said…” “Doctors aren’t infallible. Sometimes they give overly conservative advice to avoid liability,” Scarlett interrupted me. “And right now, there really are a lot of patients waiting in the hospital. Their lives are hanging by a thread.” “Which patients?” I asked. Scarlett paused, then quickly said, “There’s an eight-year-old boy with leukemia who urgently needs Rh-negative blood for treatment.” “And a pregnant woman who had a massive hemorrhage after childbirth. Her situation is critical.” She spoke with such passion, if I didn’t know the truth, I would have been moved. But now, I just felt sick to my stomach. “In that case, I’ll go donate one more time,” I pretended to be persuaded. Scarlett’s eyes instantly lit up: “Really? You’re really willing?” “Of course, it’s a matter of life and death. How could I just stand by?” I said. She hugged me excitedly: “I knew you were the kindest person. Those patients are saved.” I was in her arms, but my heart felt ice cold.

When it was time to donate, I made an excuse to get the nurse out of the room and stayed in the donation cubicle alone for a while. I used this opportunity to secretly mark the blood bag, a small mark only I would recognize. After the donation, I told Scarlett I wanted to visit the blood bank to understand how the blood was stored. She seemed a bit nervous but still agreed. “The blood bank staff are all very professional, so you don’t need to worry,” she said as we walked. “I’m just curious. I want to see how my blood is preserved,” I replied. She couldn’t argue with me and had no choice but to take me there. At the blood bank, the administrator greeted us warmly. I pretended to browse casually, but I was actually looking for the bag of blood I had just donated. Soon, I found it in a special storage area. To my shock, the blood in this area was all labeled “special purposes.” And the price tags displayed numbers far exceeding the value of normal blood. “What are these blood units used for?” I asked the administrator, pointing to the area. The administrator glanced at Scarlett, seemingly seeking her approval. Scarlett subtly shook her head. The administrator then said, “These are for certain special medical projects. I’m not entirely clear on the specifics myself.” I nodded, not pressing further. But in my heart, I understood. This was Scarlett’s transit station for her blood transactions. After leaving the blood bank, I suggested to Scarlett that I wanted to see the patients who had received transfusions. Especially the eight-year-old boy and the pregnant woman she had mentioned earlier. “They’re not convenient for visits right now. The doctor said they need an absolutely quiet environment,” Scarlett refused my request. “Then I’ll just glance from afar, I won’t go into the room,” I insisted. Scarlett grew increasingly uncomfortable: “Leo, why are you asking so many questions today? Usually, you just go straight home after donating.” “I just want to confirm that my blood truly helped someone,” I said, looking into her eyes. Eventually, she led me to the pediatric ward. We walked around the corridor, but I didn’t see the eight-year-old leukemia patient she mentioned. “He might have been transferred to another department,” Scarlett explained. “What about the pregnant woman?” I pressed. “She’s already been discharged. She’s recovering well,” Scarlett’s answers became increasingly evasive. My anger simmered, but I kept my composure on the surface. On the way home, I decided to investigate this matter thoroughly. That evening, while Scarlett was showering, I secretly checked her phone. In her SnapChat chat history, I found numerous conversations between her and Jax, the contents of which left me reeling. “Made over a hundred grand this month again, thanks to my good husband, haha.” “He’s still so gullible, just make up a story and he buys it.” “What do you think he’d do if he found out his blood was being sold to rich old women for anti-aging treatments? He’d probably lose his mind, right?” “Who cares? As long as we’re making money.” Seeing these chat logs, my hands trembled. It turned out that all the blood I had donated over the years had been sold by her to wealthy individuals pursuing eternal youth, for what they called “rejuvenation transfusions.” What infuriated me even more was how they mocked me in their chats, treating my kindness as a weakness to be exploited. I continued to scroll down, finding even more outrageous content. They weren’t just selling my blood; they were planning how to extract even more value. “Next time, make him donate more. His body’s robust anyway.” “I think three times a month isn’t enough. Can we increase it to four?” “Be careful not to kill him, or we’ll lose our cash cow.” “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor. I know what I’m doing.” At this point, I could no longer control my emotions.

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When I married Blake, everyone said I’d married up. After all, he was the sole heir to the billion-dollar Chen family fortune. But three years into our marriage, my mother-in-law, Evelyn, only allowed me to have a daughter. She never permitted me to have a son. It wasn’t until Blake’s ex-girlfriend showed up with a little boy that I understood why. That boy was supposed to be the Chen family’s “true heir.” To make way for his illegitimate son, Blake tried to force me into a divorce using a fake medical report claiming I was infertile. Heartbroken, I prepared to leave with my daughter. But to everyone’s surprise, Evelyn tore up the divorce papers in front of everyone and slapped Blake hard across the face. “My real son died years ago,” she declared coldly. “You’re just an adopted child I brought in. I’ve kept this secret for years, hoping my granddaughter could grow up happily!” Blake broke down on the spot, still believing his mother was just angry. “Mom! I’m the son you’ve raised for over twenty years!” Evelyn held my daughter close, her eyes ice-cold as she stared at Blake. “The Chen family’s billion-dollar fortune will only go to the true heir. As for you, an outsider, you have no right to call me mother anymore.”

It was Emma’s third birthday party. I wore a cream-colored dress, smiling as I greeted the guests. Blake seemed unusually happy too, dressed in a dark suit that showed a completely different side of him. “Honey, did you really prepare a surprise for Emma?” I tugged at his sleeve, my eyes full of anticipation. He gently caressed my cheek. “You’ll see soon enough.” My heart raced. In four years of marriage, he’d never been this mysterious. I crouched down to hug Emma as she ran around. “Sweetie, Daddy says he has a big surprise for you.” “Really?” Emma clapped her hands, jumping with excitement. In the grand hall, guests held champagne flutes while Evelyn sat at the main table. Suddenly, the ballroom doors swung open. Blake walked in, holding hands with a woman. It was Vanessa, his ex-girlfriend. Beside her was a little boy, about five or six years old, who bore a striking resemblance to Blake. My mind went blank. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Blake took the microphone, walking to the front. “On my daughter’s birthday, I have an announcement to make.” My heart was about to burst out of my chest. Something wasn’t right. “This is Vanessa, my first love. And this boy is my biological son.” The room erupted into chaos. I stood there, my mind completely blank. “Blake, what are you saying?” I rushed forward, my voice trembling. He smirked and pulled out a report from his pocket, throwing it in my face. “Take a look at this.” With shaking hands, I picked up the report. It was a medical diagnosis stating: Natalie, congenital fallopian tube malformation, unable to conceive naturally. “This is impossible!” I cried out. “Impossible? The evidence is right here.” Blake pointed at our confused daughter. “And her? Where did you pick up this bastard child?” Guests began to whisper. “I always thought Emma didn’t look like Mr. Chen at all.” “Oh my God, Natalie actually…” “Poor Mr. Chen…” Their judgmental looks cut into me like knives. Emma ran over and hugged my leg. “Mommy, what are they saying?” I crouched down to hug her, tears streaming down my face. Blake threw another document at me. “Divorce papers. Sign them and leave with Emma. Don’t take anything else.” “You’re insane! Emma is your daughter!” “My daughter?” He laughed maniacally. “How can an infertile woman have a daughter? Sign it, before I make you.” I looked towards Evelyn in the crowd. “Mom, say something!” But Evelyn remained seated, her face expressionless, her eyes lingering on Blake for a long time. My heart sank completely. Even Evelyn didn’t believe me.

My hand trembled as I held the pen. The divorce papers felt like a branding iron. If I signed them, I’d lose everything. Four years of marriage, a child, all reduced to nothing. “Sign it!” Blake sneered, urging me on. “What are you waiting for?” The guests formed a circle around us, watching like it was a show. Some whispered among themselves. “Always said she wasn’t good enough for Mr. Chen.” “Now the truth’s out. The child isn’t even his.” “How shameless, lying for all these years.” Each word cut into my heart like a knife. I gritted my teeth, the pen shaking as it neared the paper. Suddenly, a hand snatched the papers away. Rip! The papers were torn to shreds, fluttering to the ground. I froze. It was Evelyn. She stood in front of me, her face expressionless, her eyes cold and sharp. “Mom?” Blake stared at her in shock. Slap! A resounding slap landed on Blake’s face. The room fell silent. Everyone stared wide-eyed. Evelyn’s voice was ice-cold. “My granddaughter. How dare you question her?” Blake held his cheek, disbelieving. “Mom, you hit me? For a bastard child?” A warmth surged through me. Evelyn was standing up for me. She believed me. But her next words sent a chill down my spine. “Take the young madam and Miss Emma back to the old house,” she ordered her bodyguards. “No one is to see them without my permission.” What? The bodyguards approached me, their movements gentle but leaving no room for refusal. “Madam, please.” I was lifted up, holding a frightened Emma in my arms. “Mommy, where are we going?” Emma asked softly. I couldn’t speak. Looking back, I saw Blake glaring at me venomously. Vanessa stood nearby with the boy, a smug smile on her face. The guests continued to gossip. “What is the old madam thinking?” “Locking Natalie away?” “Could she actually be innocent?” My mind was in chaos. What was Evelyn’s intention? Did she believe me, or was she just protecting the Chen family’s reputation? The car started moving. Through the window, I watched the hotel grow distant. It held four years of memories, now all turned into a nightmare. Emma leaned against me, her little hands clutching my clothes tightly. “Mommy, I’m scared.” I stroked her hair gently. “Don’t be afraid, Mommy’s here.” But I had no idea what would happen next. That slap from Evelyn, what was it really for? Did she truly believe Emma was her granddaughter? Or did she have other motives? The car pulled into the old Chen family mansion. This grand, traditional house was once my safe haven. Now it felt like a prison. The bodyguard respectfully opened the door for me. “Madam, the old madam is waiting for you in the study.” I got out of the car, holding Emma. The night wind was cold, making me shiver. I wasn’t sure if it was the weather or fear. The light in the study was on. Evelyn stood by the window, her back to me. “Mom,” I called softly. She turned around, her face unreadable. “Sit.” I sat down with Emma, my heart pounding. “Natalie, do you find today’s events strange?” Evelyn asked. I nodded. “Did you look at that medical report?” “I did,” I said quietly. “But I really don’t know…” “I know,” Evelyn interrupted me. “Because that report is fake.” What? I looked up sharply. Evelyn’s expression suddenly became complex. “Natalie, it’s time I told you some things.”

She walked to the desk and pulled out a yellowed file from a deep drawer. Opening the folder, there was an old photograph inside. The man in the photo bore a slight resemblance to Blake, but his eyes were much kinder. “This is my real son, Ryan,” Evelyn said. What? I stared, wide-eyed. “Twenty years ago, he was killed by business rivals. To stabilize the company, I adopted Blake from an orphanage and fabricated his identity.” My mind was reeling. Blake wasn’t her real son? “But Mom, what does this have to do with me?” I asked, confused. Evelyn didn’t answer directly. Instead, she took off a phoenix jade pendant from around her neck. The pendant was smooth as water, exquisitely carved, gleaming softly in the lamplight. “This is the Chen family’s blood heirloom. Only a female descendant of the Chen family can activate it.” I was even more puzzled. “Activate?” “This pendant contains the key to a Swiss bank account. Half of the Chen family’s assets are there.” Her words sent a shock through me. “But I’m not part of the Chen family.” Evelyn looked at Emma in my arms, her gaze softening. “But Emma is.” My blood froze. “What do you mean?” “Natalie, I must tell you the truth. Before Ryan’s car accident, I had his sperm frozen.” Oh God. I hugged Emma tighter. “You mean…” “Emma is my real granddaughter. She’s Ryan’s daughter.” Boom! I felt like the whole world was spinning. Emma wasn’t Blake’s daughter? She was the daughter of Evelyn’s deceased son? “So you had me marry Blake just to…” “To allow my true granddaughter to be born,” Evelyn nodded. “I needed a healthy woman to carry the pregnancy. You were suitable.” My shock turned to anger. “So I was just a tool? A surrogate?” “Natalie, listen to me…” “No!” I stood up. “You’ve all been lying to me! I thought I was part of this family, but I’m just an outsider!” Emma was frightened by my outburst and started crying. Evelyn came over, trying to take Emma. “Don’t touch her!” I stepped back. “Since you’ve got what you wanted, why not let us leave?” “Because Emma needs the Chen family’s protection,” Evelyn said gravely. “The people who killed Ryan are still alive. If they discover Emma’s existence, they’ll come after her.” My anger instantly turned to fear. “Who are these people?” “The masterminds behind that business war twenty years ago. They’ve been searching for the Chen family’s core assets all this time.” Evelyn walked to the window, her silhouette looking old and tired. “I pretended to believe in Blake to protect Emma. If outsiders knew her true identity, her life would be in danger.” I felt dizzy. “So what do we do now?” “I’ll drive Blake out of the Chen family. Today’s events might mean he’s figured something out.” Evelyn turned around, her eyes flashing coldly. “He’s no longer useful, but it’s best if you take action yourself.” “You need to grow, to have the ability to protect your daughter.” I looked at her, suddenly understanding something. “You slapping him today, tearing up the divorce papers, it wasn’t to protect me. It was to protect Emma.” Evelyn didn’t deny it. “Natalie, I don’t expect you to forgive me. But Emma is innocent. She needs the Chen family’s protection.” I looked down at my daughter in my arms. She was sleeping peacefully, her little cheeks rosy. This child wasn’t Blake’s daughter after all. She was another man’s daughter. A man I’d never met. “I want to see Ryan’s photos,” I said softly. Evelyn nodded and took out an album from a drawer. Opening the first page, I saw a kind-looking, handsome man. He was holding a baby, smiling brightly. “This is Ryan as a child with his father,” Evelyn said. I continued flipping through. The photos showed the man growing from a baby to a young adult, his eyes always warm. “What kind of person was he?” “Kind, intelligent, responsible,” Evelyn’s voice was nostalgic. “If he were still alive, the Chen family wouldn’t be like this now.” I closed the album, my emotions a mix of confusion and sadness.

That afternoon, Evelyn handed me the evidence. A thick stack of documents recording Blake’s underhanded moves in the company over the years. Transfers, project approvals, each one traceable. “He’s been pushing an overseas mining project recently,” Evelyn pointed to one page. “On the surface, it’s a normal investment, but he’s actually trying to move company funds overseas.” I flipped through the documents, my fingers trembling slightly. This man’s ambitions were greater than I’d imagined. “I’ve given you access to the CEO’s office,” Evelyn handed me a card. “He’s working late tonight. Go see what you can find.” At 8 PM, I arrived at the company. The elevator went straight to the top floor. I swiped the card to enter the CEO’s office, my heart racing. Low voices came from inside. I held my breath and pressed my ear to the door. “Is everything arranged for the DNA report?” Blake asked. “Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of at the hospital,” Vanessa replied smugly. “Once the report comes out, the old lady will have to acknowledge my son’s status.” My blood froze for a moment. So Vanessa’s son wasn’t Blake’s at all! “Does that kid really look like me?” Blake asked. “The features don’t match, but the build is similar. Besides, the old lady’s eyesight isn’t great.” Vanessa laughed confidently. “Once she accepts her grandson, won’t the Chen family fortune be ours?” Blake laughed. “You’re so clever.” I quietly took out a mini camera from my bag and aimed it through the crack in the door. In the lens, the two embraced, Blake’s hands roaming over Vanessa’s body. “Once the old lady dies, we can be together openly,” Vanessa purred. “She’s so healthy, who knows how long we’ll have to wait,” Blake said impatiently. Just then, Blake’s phone rang. “Hello, Lawyer Wang,” he answered. I pricked up my ears to listen carefully. “Did you get Evelyn’s medical report?” Blake walked to the window. “What? Nothing wrong with her health?” My heart tightened. “Then create a problem. Find some doctors to certify she has symptoms of dementia.” Blake’s voice was terrifyingly cold. “Yes, say she’s mentally unfit to manage the company.” Oh God! This beast was planning to frame Evelyn!

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As I sat in the police station with Yvonne Harper, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, waiting for bail arrangements to be made, the decision loomed. One of us could go home tonight. My mate, Alpha Jackson, chose to take her. “Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you tomorrow,” he said. He was worried about her fragile health, but he didn’t care about my fear of the dark. Later, I called him. My voice was steady, though my heart ached. “Jackson,” I began, “for the past few years, I’ve been waiting for you.” “But I won’t wait forever.” Chapter 1 My Alpha boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Yvonne Harper, and I were stuck at the police station, waiting for bail. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the gray-tiled floor. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, ears flattened, tail lashing. I wasn’t the type to get arrested—Yvonne, though? She practically had a VIP seat here. Then, the scent of pine and warm musk filled the air. Alpha Jackson stormed in. His amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting second, I thought—he’s here for me. “Officer,” he said”I’m here to bail them out.” The officer didn’t even glance up from his paperwork. “You can only take one.” Silence. I turned to Jackson, expecting—hoping—for certainty in his expression. Instead, I saw it. Hesitation. No. He wouldn’t. Would he? The answer came a second later when his hand reached out… but not for me. For her. For Yvonne. My wolf stilled. My heart, however, shattered. “Jackson?” My voice barely came out, barely sounded like mine. Before leaving, he grabbed my hand, his grip tight, as if this—as if I—still meant something. “Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you soon.” His tone was earnest, like he believed his own words. But he never once looked back. He left so quickly, he didn’t even hear my response. Didn’t hear whether I was willing to wait. Didn’t hear if I was scared, hurt, or furious. I stared at their retreating figures, Yvonne’s delicate frame leaning against his side, as they vanished beyond the station doors. Unwilling to accept it. A low chuckle snapped me out of my daze. “See?” The officer smirked, tapping his pen against the desk. “Told you he wouldn’t pick you.” I froze, unable to refute. My wolf, usually calm, let out a low growl inside me. But when Alpha Jackson pursued me, he promised—he promised he would love me wholeheartedly. The year I met Alpha Jackson was the same year my parents died in a rogue attack. Losing them felt like losing the last fragile thread connecting me to the world. The love I had received was already scarce, and after that, there was no one left to love me. So that year, I was silent. Gloomy. A ghost of a person drifting through the pack, unnoticed and unwanted. And wolves? Wolves could smell weakness. They avoided me like I was carrying a curse. Some whispered behind my back, while others barely acknowledged my existence. My wolf, once so lively and stubborn, curled up deep inside me, refusing to come out. Then, he arrived. Alpha Jackson. He was everything I wasn’t. Confident, radiant, the kind of person others naturally gravitated toward. Whenever he walked into a room, laughter followed, and conversations circled around him like planets around the sun. Yet somehow… he noticed me. Not the popular she-wolves vying for his attention. Not the warriors eager to prove their worth. Me. That day, I had skipped lunch—not that I had much appetite anymore. But the hunger gnawed at me, sharp and cruel, and my stomach cramped in protest. I had made it to the edge of the training field before my legs gave out, my entire body trembling from exhaustion. I pressed a hand to my stomach, curling inward. Breathe. Just breathe. A shadow fell over my curled-up form. A deep voice broke through the haze. “Hey, do you need some help?” I flinched at the sudden presence, but when I looked up, I found a pair of sharp amber eyes watching me. Not with pity. Not with disgust. With curiosity. Jackson crouched beside me, his brows knitting together. “You don’t look so great.” No kidding. I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” “Uh-huh. Right.” His tone was completely unconvinced. “Because ‘fine’ people usually shake like they’re about to shift mid-air.” I blinked. My wolf stirred slightly at the teasing lilt in his voice. Alpha Jackson wasn’t just offering help. He was paying attention. And for the first time in a long time, someone saw me. Chapter 2 Everything that followed seemed to fall into place naturally. On weekends, I would go watch his sparring matches, marveling at the raw power in his movements, the effortless way he dodged and struck. Even among the most talented young wolves, Alpha Jackson stood out—his instincts razor-sharp, his dominance undeniable. And out of all the people offering him water after a grueling fight, he would only drink the one I brought. “Gotta make sure my girl didn’t poison me,” he’d joke, flashing a grin before downing it in one gulp. When the weather turned chilly, he’d drape his jacket over my shoulders without a word, pretending not to notice the teasing whistles from his friends. But I saw the way his ears turned red, and I lived for it. Alpha Jackson introduced me to his social circle, a mix of future warriors, betas, and carefree nobles who all treated me with surprising warmth. Because of him, I made an effort to be more outgoing, to fit into his world. And eventually, I did. But one evening after school, while everyone was hanging out near the training grounds, he suddenly cornered me against a wall, his golden eyes dark with something unfamiliar. “Nicole, can you stay away from them?” His voice was low, almost a growl. I blinked. “What?” “I get really jealous.” For a moment, I was stunned. Then, I couldn’t help but laugh. In that instant, the great Alpha Jackson—strong, untouchable, confident—looked like a sulking little wolf pup. Seeing me laugh, he sighed dramatically and ruffled my hair, grinning. “You little troublemaker, does it make you that happy to see me jealous?” I nodded, still giggling, and his lips crashed against mine in response. A kiss—unexpected but searing, filled with possessiveness that sent heat spiraling down my spine. My heart pounded like a drum. His scent wrapped around me, leaving no room for anything else. Jackson always felt like an exuberant pup, radiating warmth, his love pouring onto me like sunshine. On the night of our 18th birthday ceremony. Shifting for the first time was brutal. My body burned, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf—dormant for so long—finally emerged in a storm of pain and power. Then, through the agony, I caught it. That scent. Pine and musk. A voice roared in my head. “Mate!” When I lifted my head, panting, Jackson was already in front of me in his wolf form, golden eyes glowing under the full moon. He shifted back effortlessly, as if his body had never known pain, and walked toward me with a smile that made my breath hitch. He reached out, gently patting my head as I trembled from the aftershocks of my first shift. “Nicole, We’re fated mates. Are you happy?” I nodded almost dumbly, my wolf still howling with joy in my mind. Word spread like wildfire. It was as if everyone had expected it all along. Amidst the congratulations, I clung tightly to Jackson’s waist, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Some teased me. “Nicole, you’ve struck gold.” “Alpha Jackson is famous for how well he treats people.” And I knew they were right. I had struck gold. Jackson’s care for me was meticulous. He remembered my cycle and always had warm brown sugar water ready before I even needed it. He flooded his social media with pictures of me, proudly captioning them with things like “Mine.” and “My little Luna.” And whenever I spiraled into self-doubt, he would stand up without hesitation, declaring to anyone who would listen, “Nicole is the most amazing person in the world. End of discussion.” So, when he suggested we move in together, I didn’t even think twice. “You’re so wonderful,” I told him, my heart swelling. “If you were fire, I’d willingly dive into the flames for you.” Later, as I was sorting through our clothes in the new apartment, he suddenly hugged me from behind, pressing his face into my shoulder. I smiled, assuming he was in a playful mood, and lightly pushed at him—only to feel the dampness on his cheeks. Stunned, I turned around. “Jackson?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I found out about your parents.” Something in my chest twisted. That night, he refused to let go of me, his arms locked around me like he could shield me from the past. It was then that he whispered a promise in my ear, one that sank into my bones like a vow. “Nicole, I’ll love you with everything I have.” “Including the love your parents would have given you.”

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