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Mom came from another world. She was a “player” sent here on a mission. After winning Dad’s heart, she chose to stay here forever. We were happy, for a while. Then Dad fell for his secretary. “If you see her again, I’m leaving,” Mom warned. Dad scoffed. “Where would you go? You have no family here.” He thought he had her trapped. But when she really left, Dad lost it. I pushed open the bedroom door. Mom lay still on the bed. She looked asleep. “Mom?” I called softly. No response. No hug. Nothing. I touched her nose. No breath. My mom was gone.

Mom once told me she was a “player” from another world. She completed her mission and chose to stay. Her eyes sparkled when she said it. I didn’t get it then. “What was your mission, Mom?” I asked. She squeezed my hand. “To make your dad fall for me and have you, Lily. You’re my greatest gift.” She kissed my cheek. Said she’d never regret it. But Mom stopped smiling like that after Dad’s affair. Everyone said he’d dump us soon. I hugged Mom tight. I thought: Even if Dad doesn’t want her, it’s okay. Mom still wants me. She’ll stay forever.

Usually, Mom helped me dress and brush my teeth. “Lily, you’re ten now. Aren’t you embarrassed? What if your friends knew?” I’d pout. “They’d just be jealous that my mom loves me so much.” But now Mom was gone. I had to do it all myself. At breakfast, Mrs. Davis, our housekeeper, asked, “Why isn’t the missus up yet?” “Mom’s sleeping,” I said. Mrs. Davis was the nanny Mom hired. Paid ten years upfront to care for me. We never had help before. Mom did everything. My mom was Superwoman. After chores, tucking me in, and time with Dad, she’d study law for an hour each night. Prepping for the bar exam. Dad didn’t get it. “Why bother? You’re busy enough. I support you. Just relax.” Mom shook her head. “James, this is my dream.” Her eyes shone. She looked so beautiful. I think Dad thought so too. He’d pull her close, nuzzling her neck. Mom would blush and push him away. “Lily’s still here.” I knew they were about to play their “game” – one they never let me join. I wanted to beg to play just once. But Dad’s eyes fell on me. “Lily, out.” I lost my nerve and left. Dad was usually good to me, but I hated that look. It made me agree to things without thinking. Things were good for a while after that. Dad encouraged Mom’s bar prep. Stayed up late with her. But the day before the exam, he took her IDs and locked her in. Only brought me home after it was over. Mom’s eyes blazed. “James, I’ve been preparing for a year! Do you know how important this is?” Dad held her tight. “Emily, I’m sorry. It’s for our family. I want you home where I can reach you. Lily feels the same, right?” His eyes turned to me. I remembered what he’d said earlier. “If Mom becomes a lawyer, she’ll always be traveling. Meeting clients. She might forget you. What if she falls for someone else? She could leave us all behind.” It terrified me. I didn’t want Mom to leave. I tugged her hand. “Mom, don’t be mad. I don’t want you to go either.” Mom looked at me. All fight drained from her. She went limp in Dad’s arms. After a long silence, she said, “This is the last time.” Dad smiled, satisfied. Things went how I wanted. But seeing Mom’s dim eyes, I felt uneasy. Had I done something wrong?

After dinner, I watched Mom quietly. At ten, I understood death. But I wasn’t scared. Mom said she came here at eighteen. In her world, she was on life support. When she finished her mission, the “system” gave her two choices: go home or stay. She wanted to see her mom but couldn’t leave Dad or baby me. So she stayed. I once asked, “Mom, will you stay with Lily forever?” “Of course,” she said. I held those words close. Now, I just tapped her nose. “Mom, you liar,” I whispered. The doorbell rang. Not Dad; he hadn’t been home in ages. I heard Ms. Wilson outside. “Lily, open up. I’m here to take you home. I’ll be your new mom.” I yelled back, “Go away! You’re not my mom. You’re a homewrecker!” After quitting the bar, Mom devoted herself to us. We were happy. I thought we always would be. Then Ms. Wilson showed up. Dad’s new secretary. Always fumbling things. Dad complained about her constantly. I was confused – if he hated her, why not fire her? But he came home later and later. Sometimes not at all. Ms. Wilson appeared in Dad’s social media. Once, shopping with Mom, we spotted them at the mall. Mom dropped a vase. Dad looked over, panicked. He let go of Ms. Wilson and tried to chase us. But Mom scooped me up and ran. That night, they fought. I hid, listening to Dad’s excuses. He claimed he was just helping Ms. Wilson. Said she was like a sister. It sounded so fake. In my class, Billy called girls his “sisters.” Everyone said he was playing around. Mom laughed coldly. She told Dad, “If you see her again, I’m leaving.” Dad got angry. “Where would you go? Who do you know here besides us?” Dad knew Mom was from another world. She gave up going home for him. She had nowhere else. I remember another time Dad made Mom mad. She stormed out with her bag. I begged Dad to find her. He just read his paper. “Where else could she go?” That night, Mom came back, eyes red. She held up a bag. “James, I bought dinner.” My favorite dumplings. Dad’s too. I ate happily. Then I saw Mom quietly eating old bread. I lost my appetite. I thought, if Mom had family here, she’d go to them. But her family was in another world. She had nowhere to go. Dad used this to control her.

Ms. Wilson knocked for a while, then stopped. I thought she left. An hour later, I heard someone picking the lock. The camera showed a strange man. I got scared. Mom said to find an adult if strangers came when I was alone. I ran to Mrs. Davis in the kitchen. “Someone’s outside. I don’t know them.” She grabbed a knife. We waited by the door. The lock opened. Ms. Wilson stood there smiling. She paid the locksmith. Mrs. Davis said, “Ms. Wilson, how could you do this?” She replied, “Lily, your dad asked me to get you. You wouldn’t see me, so I had to do this.” She reached for me. I bit her hand hard. “I won’t go with you,” I shouted. “Give up!” She screamed. I tasted blood. I let go. She pushed me down and stormed off. My hand got cut. Mrs. Davis brought the first aid kit. Even though she bandaged me, I said, “Mom, it hurts.” But my mom couldn’t hear me anymore. Before, Mom was always with us. Now she was gone. I realized what missing her felt like. I remembered Chinese New Year when I was six. Dad took us to the family dinner. It was full of relatives. Uncles, aunts, grandparents. So lively. But only Mom was there with me. She cooked everything herself that day. We ate while she was still in the kitchen. The uncles told Dad, “You married a great woman.” Dad smiled proudly. Mom brushed her hair back, wiped flour off her face, and smiled shyly. When she finally sat down, most food was gone. I said I was full and sleepy. She ate a few bites and took me upstairs. At the stairs, Mom stopped and looked back. I looked too. Grandparents giving out money, uncles talking work with Dad, aunts playing cards. They were all family. Mom stared for a long time. I asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?” She looked at me. Behind her was noise and light, but her eyes were so sad. “Lily, what do you think Grandma is doing now?” So my mom missed her mom too!

Mrs. Davis finished bandaging me. She frowned at Mom’s room. “It’s almost dark. Why hasn’t she woken up?” I said, “Mom’s tired. Let her sleep.” She sighed. “It’s been days. The master hasn’t checked on her.” Dad hadn’t been home in ages. He said he was on a trip, but he took Ms. Wilson on vacation. Ms. Wilson showed Mom the photos. Told her to divorce Dad. Mom’s eyes went red. She’d wanted to go there for so long. She always asked Dad, but he was too busy. Now he took Ms. Wilson instead. Mom showed Dad the photos. His face changed. He said they were fake. Photoshopped. Mom’s eyes filled with sadness. “James, what did you promise when we married? To love only me, be good only to me.” “Why else would I stay here?” Dad said, “Haven’t I been good? A million-dollar house, expensive jewelry, designer clothes. I’ve given you everything.” “Isn’t that enough?” Mom shook her head. “You just don’t get it.” She threw out all his stuff. Dad felt embarrassed. Said he wouldn’t come back. From that day, he really moved out. Soon after, Ms. Wilson’s place caught fire. She moved in with Dad. When we heard, Mom didn’t cry. She just hugged me. She said she now understood. People change. Love changes. Vows only count when made. She realized too late. No use regretting now. 8 That night, I did everything myself. Brushed my teeth. Washed up. Then I climbed next to Mom and hugged her. Even though she was stiff and cold, having her there made me happy. I once asked Mom about her mother. Mom said her mom was strict. Always scolding and hitting her for not doing homework. I frowned. Didn’t understand why Mom would miss someone like that. Sometimes Mom had nightmares. She’d call for her mom, not Dad. Her tone changed. “But when I got leukemia at sixteen, she never yelled again.” “She quit her job, sold our house, stayed with me in the hospital every day.” “My mom loved me very much too.” She sounded proud and sad. I knew Mom never forgot her mother. She was just a girl when she came here at eighteen. The day she found out about Dad’s vacation, Mom cried alone by the window. She said she shouldn’t have been blinded by love. Giving up everything, even her mom. Now she could never see her again. 9 Mom actually asked Dad for a divorce once. A month after he moved out, she called him home. Dad came in a black suit. Hair gelled. Looking extra handsome. Mom made a big dinner. Dad said smugly, “Thought it through?” I sat happily, hoping they’d make up. But Mom put down her chopsticks. “James, let’s divorce.” I knew what divorce meant. Mom and Dad apart forever. Us rarely together. Dad’s face changed instantly. “Olivia, divorce over this? Is it necessary? I won’t do anything with Rachel. I still love you. Can’t you understand?” Mom said, “This isn’t small to me. You broke your vows. Betrayed our love. How can I understand?” Dad panicked but got angry. “Where would you go if we divorced? Who do you know besides us?” Mom choked up. “I’ll meet people. I’ll wash dishes or mop floors. I’ll survive with Lily somehow.” Dad laughed coldly. “Go ahead and try.” He turned and left. Mom sent out job applications. All rejected. She kept trying. Hundreds, thousands of times. Until someone told her, “Mrs. Jiang, your husband spread the word. No one dares hire you.” A lawyer came with papers. “This shows your assets versus Mr. Jiang’s,” he said. “In a custody battle—” He pushed up his glasses. “You have no chance.” Mom went pale. I clutched her clothes, scared to speak. Soon, all Dad’s relatives came. They surrounded Mom. Interrogating her. “James is such a catch. You still want to divorce? You won’t find better.” “So ungrateful. What did he see in her?” Mom said coldly, “Stop. I want the divorce.” Someone softened their tone. “Olivia, think of the child. How sad she’d be if you divorced.” Mom’s face softened. They pounced. “Children need a healthy home.” “It’s all for the child. What can’t you endure?” Someone pushed me to Mom. “Lily, do you want your parents to divorce?” “You’ll be motherless if they do.” I burst into tears. Hugged Mom tight. “Mom, please don’t leave Dad. I can’t lose you.” Mom looked at me blankly. Her eyes watered. “Forget it,” she whispered. Like a sigh. Mom gave up. I thought this would keep her forever. I didn’t know some birds can’t be caged. Their feathers shine with freedom.

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I never imagined I’d be able to share sensations with my boyfriend of three years. This morning, I greeted him as usual and tilted my face up for a kiss. He instinctively dodged, his eyes filled with barely concealed disgust. He’s just turned twenty-one, not even graduated from college yet. At this vigorous age, he’s starting to reject my touch. He got up, took his phone, and went to the bathroom right in front of me. Moments later, muffled groans of pleasure came from inside. My heart grew colder by the inch. I sat numbly on the bed, listening to the sounds of washing up from the bathroom. I watched Chase rummage through the closet for clothes, spray on some cologne, check himself in the mirror repeatedly, then hurry off to class. Throughout it all, he didn’t spare me a single glance. I picked up Chase’s tablet from the bedside and scrolled through his chat history with an online store. Customer Service: Handsome, it’s been a while since you last shopped here. We’ve got new items in stock. Chase: Not buying anymore. I have zero interest in her now. I’m only 21, and she’s 35, almost 36 – an old woman. I feel sick just looking at her wrinkles. Can’t even get it up. Customer Service: … Customer Service: That can’t be right. You used to buy from us quite often. You said you loved your girlfriend. Chase: Anyway, I feel nothing for her now. I used to think she was low-maintenance, understanding, never dramatic. She took care of everything and always apologized first when we argued. Now it all feels so dull. Being with her, I don’t feel like I’m in a relationship at all. When I find my ideal young and cute girlfriend, I’ll buy from you again. The message showed as read, but there was no reply. I turned off the tablet, feeling dizzy. I grabbed my hair hard. I laughed at myself. I had discovered this chat last night. It was crystal clear, yet I still foolishly tried to test him this morning, only to humiliate myself. He doesn’t love me anymore. He’s disgusted by my aging. His ideal girlfriend must be the girl in the photos he looks at before pleasuring himself in the bathroom. I fell back onto the bed, surprisingly without a trace of tears. After all, for a woman my age, crying and breaking down would be undignified.

I got up quietly and washed up. Near noon, I started receiving birthday messages from various brand websites I’d registered with. Only then did I remember – today is my birthday. I stared at the wilted, yellowing hydrangeas on the coffee table, now attracting fruit flies. In a daze, I recalled that three years ago today, 18-year-old Chase was the first to say he loved me. Back then, Chase had just started college. He was being bullied at his part-time job at my company when I stepped in to help him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me with admiration, following me around, constantly calling me “big sis”. It annoyed me so much that I had no choice but to take him under my wing. Back then, Chase was pure and sincere. He would always steal glances at me, quickly looking away when I caught him, pretending nothing happened. Only his ears would slowly turn red. When other interns tried to flirt with me, Chase would get anxious, staying close to me like a little wolf guarding its territory. Occasionally, when we had accidental physical contact, he would blush and sit still for hours, too embarrassed to move. On my 32nd birthday, he showed up with a huge bouquet of my favorite hydrangeas and a birthday cake. The young man’s gaze was shy yet brave and persistent. He said he loved me. I told him our age gap was too big and that I needed to think about it. For the next few days, Chase visibly became anxious and lost weight. When I finally said yes, the joy in his eyes was almost overflowing. He hugged me tightly, his low voice swirling around my ears like a vow, “Vera, from now on, every birthday of yours will be our anniversary. I’ll always be with you to celebrate.” … My phone kept ringing with birthday wishes from family, friends, and even colleagues flooding in. Only the pinned chat with Chase remained silent at the top. Silent as if that boy who loved me three years ago was just a figment of my imagination. I got up and threw the wilted flowers from the vase into the trash. Rotten, spoiled things shouldn’t be kept anymore. The same goes for flowers and people.

I tidied up a bit and left for work. Everything changes, except for the work I’ve poured my heart and soul into, and the balance in my bank account. While working overtime late at night, my young assistant suddenly pulled out a box. “Ms. Vera, I’ve been so busy I almost forgot the iPhone you asked me to buy for you.” She glanced at her watch and tilted her head with a smile, “This is your birthday gift to yourself, right? Good thing it’s only 11:55 PM, still before midnight. Just in time.” “Happy birthday, Ms. Vera!” I smiled and took the box, turning it over in my hands. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Chase’s chat remained silent on my phone, as if today was just another ordinary day in the countless boring days we’ve spent together. This phone wasn’t my birthday gift. It was the third anniversary gift I had prepared for Chase. Before leaving work, I sent Chase a message. “Come home early after class tomorrow. I have something to tell you.” “Is there anything you’d like to eat?” After a while, he replied with two words: “Whatever.”

I sat in the car all night. I opened Chase’s chat, staring at the word “Whatever” for a while. Scrolling up, there were many more green bubbles than white ones, with occasional transfers of thousands or tens of thousands for his pocket money. Most of the time it was me talking, often asking what he wanted to eat, where he wanted to go on weekends, or sharing work-related stuff. Chase would either reply “Whatever,” or “Mm,” or not reply at all. Scrolling further up to chat logs from half a year ago, almost all the messages were from me, with Chase’s replies few and far between. I sighed softly and unpinned his chat. Even without his rant to the online store, his boredom and indifference towards me were obvious. … I watched the sky change from pitch black to the first light of dawn. After Chase left for school, I returned to the small apartment we shared. I had bought this apartment near his school when we first got together. Chase’s dirty clothes were strewn haphazardly on the sofa. I stuffed them into the washing machine, checked the time, then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Braised fish, yu xiang eggplant, and sweet and sour ribs – all Chase’s favorites that I had specially learned to make. Maybe I was distracted, but while washing the knife, I sliced off a chunk of my finger. Blood immediately flowed everywhere. When Chase came home from school, I was tightly wrapping my finger with tissue paper. He didn’t look at me, just glanced at the dishes on the table and frowned. He sat down matter-of-factly and picked at the food. Perhaps to him, I was just like this table of dishes he had grown tired of. “Chase…” Chase was eating while replying to messages on his phone, the corners of his mouth curved in pleasure. He just grunted in response without looking up. “I’m going out for a bit.” The wound was quite deep. Blood quickly soaked through the tissue paper, staining my white top red. Looking at this mess, a wave of grievance welled up. My voice carried a hint of tears. “Chase…” I hoped Chase would look up at me for once. But his response was still just a low “Mm.” I sniffled and went to the pharmacy downstairs for treatment. The young pharmacist was startled. “Ma’am, the wound is too deep. I can bandage it for you, but you should really go to the hospital.” I shook my head and left. The moment I opened the door upon returning home, a sweet, coquettish “Senior, you’re so capable” echoed in the living room. Chase hurriedly paused the voice message and looked up at me somewhat unnaturally: “Where’s my blue shirt? I want to wear it tomorrow.” Then he went back to eating. The mirror in the entryway reflected my red, swollen eyes and pale, sallow complexion. Suddenly, I felt like crying. I took a deep breath to compose myself and sat down across from Chase. “Yesterday was our third anniversary. What gift would you like?” Chase’s phone on the table kept buzzing. I glanced at it – the contact was simply saved as “Junior,” simple yet intimate. Must be the young, vibrant girl of his dreams. Chase quickly flipped his phone over, sounding irritated, “I don’t know. I don’t want anything.” I took out the phone box. “I’ve prepared a gift for you – the latest iPhone model you’ve been wanting.” Chase’s eyes lit up. Just as he was about to reach for it, my phone rang. In the quiet living room, my mother’s loud voice was exceptionally clear. “You’re almost 40, an old maid! I think that Gu guy is not bad. Make time to meet him. When are you going to get married? You keep saying you have a boyfriend, but I’ve never even seen him!” I instinctively looked at Chase. He lowered his eyes guiltily. After briefly dealing with the call, I saw Chase firmly push back the phone box I had offered him. He took a deep breath, eyes downcast, not daring to look at me. I smiled and took back the box. “If you don’t want the gift, that’s fine. Are you full? This meal was to commemorate our third anniversary, and it’s also our farewell dinner.” I looked into his eyes and told him word by word: “Chase, let’s break up.”

Chase was stunned at first, then visibly relaxed. “Okay.” His answer was quick and decisive, as if afraid I might change my mind. He stared into my eyes, his tone tinged with guilt: “I don’t love you anymore. I never thought about marrying you.” “You can think I’m a jerk, but I just don’t love you anymore.” “I’m sorry.” I lowered my eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore. When we first got together, I had asked Chase, “I’m fourteen years older than you. I’ll age quickly. You won’t love me anymore in the future.” Back then, Chase hugged me, kissed the top of my head, and smiled, “They say love is like nurturing a flower. A woman who is loved won’t age. From now on, I’ll tell you I love you a thousand times every day, so you won’t grow old, Vera.” After that day, Chase always said he loved me. It became a self-fulfilling prophecy. When he stopped saying he loved me every day, I aged in his eyes. Chase, who used to always have “I love you” on his lips, now spoke of not loving me with such resolution and coldness for the sake of breaking up. I found it somewhat amusing. Suddenly feeling a sense of tearing apart, I could only nod calmly, “It’s all over.” Chase seemed surprised by my calmness.

My breakup with Chase was very peaceful. He awkwardly took a suitcase, intending to pack his things, but came out of the room empty-handed moments later. I sat on the sofa, fidgeting with the box in my hands, feeling like laughing. Almost everything he owned was bought by me. What did he have to pack? He glanced at me quickly, leaving with an almost inaudible “I’m going.” He ran out of the apartment as if escaping. I looked around the room. From the gaming computer to the socks in the drawer, everything was filled with traces of Chase. Scattered around were the speech drafts I had helped him write for the English speaking contest I had encouraged him to join at school. On the computer were the slides I had stayed up all night to prepare for his school’s publicity department. And the clothes I had bought for him whenever I saw something suitable. Those slides were saved on a USB drive that I had rushed to deliver to his school when I realized he had forgotten to take it. That day, Chase hung his head, his tone somewhat agitated, “Who asked you to come find me at school!” He snatched the USB drive and turned to leave. The boys around him laughed and teased. I don’t know what Chase said, but one of the boys turned and waved at me with a grin, his voice clear and loud: “Goodbye, auntie!” I shook my head in annoyance. I found some garbage bags and stuffed all these odds and ends into them. After cleaning up, the apartment felt empty. Unnaturally tidy. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling drained, staring blankly at the ceiling. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with the ticking of the wall clock exceptionally clear. I picked up my phone. Chase had updated his status. “I’m finally free. Ending what’s wrong to pursue what’s right.” Just now, at 2 AM, he updated again with just three words: Can’t sleep. I blinked. He must not be used to the dorm, I thought. After all, in the past, as soon as he complained about noisy roommates or hard dorm beds, I immediately rented him an apartment. Whenever he called me “Vera,” I would solve all his problems. Lost in thought, my phone vibrated, showing several transactions on the joint account I had set up for Chase. I unlinked the joint account and froze the supplementary credit card I had given him. After doing all this, drowsiness gradually overcame me. I turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

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On Valentine’s Day, my husband said he wanted to try something exciting and took me to an immersive role-playing club. The NPC assigned to accompany me was a beautiful young woman. While she was performing an intimate scene with my husband, she cried with tears streaming down her face. I thought it was just acting. But she was actually crying out for help. Not long after the New Year, Valentine’s Day arrived. It was also the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Liam. Unlike other couples whose lives tend to become mundane after marriage, Liam and I still maintained the excitement and passion from when we were dating. The secret to keeping this passion alive was twofold: money and our pursuit of “novelty” in our sex life. We were both people who pursued an exciting life, so we were used to living in our own world and hadn’t planned on having children yet. However, this couldn’t hide the signs of fatigue I started showing as I entered my thirties, while his desires remained strong. That day, after work, I was cooking in the kitchen when he loosened his tie and seductively wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. After years together, he knew all my sensitive spots, and I quickly succumbed to his teasing. “Baby, let me take you somewhere tonight. You’ll love it,” he whispered mischievously in my ear. I nodded, blushing, then remembered something and tilted my head to ask him: “Oh, Liam, your mom called today. She said she envies others who have grandchildren. We’re both thirty now, and I’m not opposed to having a child. If you want…” “I don’t want children,” he immediately cut me off, his tone somewhat impatient. “Honey, didn’t you say you’d agree to get the contraceptive implant in a few days? How about it?” The contraceptive implant Liam was referring to involved inserting a hormone-releasing device under the skin of a woman’s arm for long-term birth control. I had once suggested he get a vasectomy, but he said that would rob him of his manly pleasures. I wasn’t sure about remaining childless forever, so I had been hesitant to get the implant. “Alright. I promise I’ll make an appointment at the hospital in a few days,” I nodded reluctantly. He was excited, hugged me, and kissed me once, urging me to get ready quickly so we could go out and celebrate Valentine’s Day together. The place Liam mentioned took a full hour and a half to drive to. It was in an entertainment district far from the city center. At 9 PM, the neon lights were particularly eye-catching. As soon as we entered, a hostess smiled and handed Liam a number tag: “Mr. Wright, you’re here.” The hostess’s attentive manner suggested she was quite familiar with him. Had my husband been here often before? Seeing my confusion, Liam explained that he had come to scout the place in advance for this Valentine’s Day surprise. “This is my second time here. I really wanted you to experience it,” he said excitedly, squeezing my hand. With the staff’s introduction, I learned that this was an immersive role-playing club, featuring real-life immersive scenarios with multiple players and NPCs teaming up. Due to its “ultra-realistic” nature, the prices were quite expensive, and it operated on a VIP membership basis, only accepting member users. The scenario Liam had booked was called “Rose Island,” telling the story of a domineering male lead who held a young woman named Eva captive on a deserted island for 365 days, forcing her to fall in love with him. It sounded incredibly intense right from the description. I eagerly followed my husband inside. The space was vast, with over a dozen NPCs and fellow players. Screams from women could be heard from the adjacent room. Suddenly feeling a bit unnerved, I wondered if it was really this realistic. Seeing my hesitation, a staff member suggested: “How about this? We’ll arrange for an NPC to act out a scene with Mr. Wright first, and you can watch from the side.” Liam looked at me inquiringly. I nodded, “Okay, honey, you go try it first. I’ll see how it’s performed.” As soon as I finished speaking, the actress playing Eva slowly walked out. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, wearing a sky-blue spaghetti strap dress that slightly revealed her cleavage. Her voluptuous figure was eye-catching. Upon seeing us, she immediately put on a timid expression. She truly seemed like the shy young girl from the script. “Mr. Wright, shall we begin?” she asked coyly. “Alright, honey, let me show you how it’s done,” Liam nodded, his eyes involuntarily fixed on her snow-white chest.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. The young woman had a slender figure and looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. A woman’s intuition made me feel wary, but I still watched as my husband walked in. Through the glass door, I could clearly see the progress of the game inside. All the NPC actors were very professional. My husband was particularly engrossed in his role, as if he truly was that all-powerful mob boss. When it came time for an intense scene, he and Eva had a conflict. Then, Liam pinned her down on the wild ground. This was a scene with just the two of them; all other NPCs had left. The dim lighting made it difficult to discern what was really happening inside. I stared intently at the man and woman entangled before me. The woman’s snow-white legs were flailing wildly in the air. Terrifying cries for help rose and fell. “I’ll teach you to run, I’ll teach you to run. Try to escape again and I’ll break your legs, understand?” And my husband’s savage roar seemed so real, as if he was truly in character! “Please, help me…” The young woman seemed to notice my presence and struggled to look at me, her messy hair clinging to her damp skin. That pitiful look seemed to be begging me for help. Because the performance was so realistic, I desperately called for the staff to yell “Cut!”, but the staff said that once it started, it couldn’t be stopped. Flustered, I went straight to the main power switch and pulled it, cutting off electricity to the entire club! I don’t know what happened in the pitch-black fifteen minutes that followed, I only heard a woman’s mournful whimper from inside. When Liam came out, he still had a look of unsatisfied desire and complained to me: “Honey, why did you cut the power? What’s the rush?” I said, “Your acting was too realistic. I got scared watching it, so I asked them to call cut, but they wouldn’t stop.” Soon after, the young woman came out too. Her eyes were red and teary, her clothes disheveled, and even her legs were trembling. I couldn’t help but suspect, did they actually do something real in there? So I hurriedly went to stop her: “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Now I could clearly see her name tag, which read “Rose.” Rose looked at me with slight surprise: “No, it’s all in the script. Mr. Wright was quite into his role.” Looking at her calm demeanor now, so different from her terrified state behind the glass door earlier, I was confused. I watched Rose walk straight to the back, her eyes meeting my husband’s for a brief moment before she quickly looked away as if shocked. Because I had arbitrarily cut the main power to the club, many players were forced to interrupt their scenarios and came demanding compensation. As a result, I had to pay the club a significant amount. While I was apologizing and compensating at the club, Liam was smoking in the corner. But he never smoked usually. I was all too familiar with that habit – it was a post-intimacy smoke. This Valentine’s Day was extremely unpleasant for me, and I had no interest in even having the candlelit dinner, ending the night abruptly. My husband and I had a total annual income of over $200,000, and we lived in a detached house as our marital home. Our financial situation was quite comfortable. Logically, living the most carefree life of a wealthy housewife, I should have turned a blind eye to his behavior. But I had a severe aversion to infidelity in relationships. That night, as soon as I closed my eyes, I kept imagining those miserable screams, tossing and turning unable to sleep. Liam blamed me for not being able to handle the game and started giving me the cold shoulder, staying out for several days in a row. Feeling dejected, I went to talk about this with my best friend. My friend told me to relax. “Men are always looking for new thrills, aren’t they? Besides, you said it was a legitimate role-playing club, so there shouldn’t be anything illegal going on.” I sighed and told her that I had contacted the hospital about the contraceptive implant procedure, hoping it would ease the tension between my husband and me. “It was Liam who insisted. The doctor advised me to think it through, given that I’m still young and whether I’m sure I never want to have my own children.” My friend was surprised, saying it’s rare for a man with normal fertility to think that way. She suggested I communicate with my husband again. My heart sank. Was he just avoiding responsibility, or did he really not want to have a child with me? Recently, Liam often didn’t come home at night. I secretly linked his Uber emergency contact shared location and bill sharing. As a result, I discovered that he had several long trips of over ten kilometers during his work days, as well as multiple large transfer records. The places he went were almost all large shopping malls. I was suspicious and planned to confront Liam that night. When he came back, he gave me a big hug and brought me a diamond necklace with a three-carat diamond. “Happy birthday, baby. You even forgot your own birthday, but luckily I went to various malls in advance to pick out a gift for you,” he said with a grin. I frowned, feeling a twinge of guilt and gratitude. So he had been to all those places just to pick out a diamond for me. That night, our intimate time was very harmonious. He seemed to have studied a lot of materials and developed quite a bit of new knowledge. Before falling asleep, I casually opened my phone. To my surprise, I found that he had quietly turned off all the location sharing and other settings I had set up, changing them to private.

My heart skipped a beat. There was definitely something fishy going on. To resolve my doubts, on the weekend, I suggested going to that role-playing club again with my husband, and we invited a few friends along. This time I chose a normal scenario, a suspense thriller, which was noticeably cheaper than the more intense scenario we had picked before. While our friends were all enjoying themselves with great interest, he kept yawning. I leaned close to him and asked quietly: “Honey, don’t you love role-playing games the most? Why aren’t you participating properly? Our friends are all here accommodating you.” Liam looked at us apologetically. “I’m sorry, I might be too tired from work these past few days. I also stayed up late last night finishing a PowerPoint presentation.” This was clearly a lie. I had seen him fall into a deep sleep right after dinner yesterday, snoring like a log. He also got up late on Saturday, so there was no reason for him to be tired. Unless this ordinary role-playing game simply didn’t stimulate his sensitive spots, leaving him uninterested. If so, his usual excitement threshold must be quite high. My expression darkened. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, asking a staff member to take my place and continue playing. Stepping out of the dim room, I walked into the main hall. This was where Liam had played the intense scenario before. To give players a more thrilling experience, they had set up these transparent curtains, adding a sense of shame under public view. Inside, I saw Rose. This time she was playing an NPC in an ancient Chinese scenario. Her shoulders were half-exposed, with makeup simulating injuries on her shoulders and neck. She wore a rabbit mask on her face. I glanced at the script in the staff member’s hand. The scenario was called “National Beauty,” with unspeakable lines below. It was indeed another intense scene. Several men dressed as soldiers approached her, seemingly about to abuse this weak woman. They sneered: “Your Highness, even if we die, we can only die in your bed.” The lead man reached out to remove the jade hairpin from her head. The hairpin was sharp and directly cut through the ribbon on her chest. Rose was left with only a crimson undershirt, her eyes red as she sobbed slightly: “Please, gentlemen, don’t do this…” She inadvertently turned her head and gave me a deep glance. The rabbit mask was roughly pulled off, and that look was terrified and helpless. One man after another came before her… The lights suddenly dimmed, and the curtain was drawn. I couldn’t see clearly what happened next. I only heard Rose’s extremely shrill cries amidst the background music of thunder and lightning. My curiosity grew deeper and deeper, with several questions swirling in my mind, refusing to dissipate. Online, I found out that this role-playing club was a legally registered business and shouldn’t have any illegal operations as I had imagined. But its form, different from other role-playing clubs, and Rose’s reaction that day still made me suspicious. On a day when Liam was working overtime at the company, I lied about going to the hospital for a blood test before the contraceptive implant procedure. In reality, I had secretly taken his VIP membership card and went to the role-playing club by myself. To prevent the staff from tipping off Liam, I deliberately wore a mask. When asked about my preferred scenario type, I hesitated for a moment before finally choosing a script involving a black man, with a theme of forced love. The staff member smiled and asked if I wanted the hidden service. “What do you mean?” I frowned. “Many career women come here to relieve stress, and they often choose the hidden version of this scenario. It’s more expensive, though,” she explained, being mysteriously coy. “Trust me, you’ll definitely like it.” I steeled my nerves and paid nearly triple the price. I was determined to see what the catch was. To conceal my identity, I kept the mask on when entering the venue. Soon, the black NPC who was to act with me came out. His name was Jack, tall and strong, looking exactly like the image on the “Mr. Clean” kitchen products. The man wore only a pair of shorts, his muscles rippling, dark and robust. Even the veins on his arms seemed to be pulsing. My eyes involuntarily moved downward, and when they reached his tight shorts, I couldn’t help but blush. Black men’s clothing sizes were indeed larger. After familiarizing ourselves with the script content, several NPCs entered the room with us. I had requested a fully enclosed room without the glass window. After going through the basic content of the script, we reached the intense scene I was most curious about. My heart was pounding as I watched the other NPCs leave, leaving only me and the black man locked in the room. “Baby, you’re so sexy, I am coming!” His breathing noticeably heavied, and before I could react, he lifted me up against the wall. “Help!” I cried out in shock, but I was no match for his strength. The fabric on my shoulder was violently torn. As my skin was exposed to the cold air, I couldn’t help but shudder. A feeling of shame ran from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I wanted to escape, but he held me tightly, his rough palms touching my waist and exploring upwards.

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The night was bitterly cold, and no matter how fast I ran, they would find me. “Fucking bitch.” I had to wait until their fury subsided as they hurled insults at me. Time dragged on. After nearly an hour, the last one spat at me and left. Shivering, I curled into a ball. I tried to summon happy thoughts, but nothing came. Since my parents left me at the pack, kindness was a stranger. The Alpha refused to let me go, no matter how many times I begged. The pack used me as a punching bag. Even though my wolf healing abilities were strong, I believed it only fueled their hatred. Not even the Alpha could heal as quickly as I did. I took a deep breath, feeling the heat in the air. It would end soon. One month later I sat with my wrists bound, the sounds of wailing filling the air. This wasn’t a miracle. The entire pack had tried to escape the massacre. I kept my eyes low, but I couldn’t help but notice the lead attacker standing near my Alpha’s fallen monument. Pathetic, my Alpha groaned on the ground. The man with his foot on the Alpha’s chest caught my attention. I licked my dry lips, eyes tracing from his head to his torso. He wore nothing but trousers and boots, his massive chest bare, scarred, but without ink. That scent—I knew it well. Why would he attack our pack if he was one of us? “You,” he commanded, pointing at the men. I followed his gaze to William, who was dragged to the center where the attacker waited. They’d tried to escape, but it was futile. He wasn’t alone. Men just as imposing surrounded him, smirking. The women were roped together, the men shackled. I hated being tied up, the restraints biting into my wrists. My breath caught as the man—now clearly the Alpha—drew a blade and plunged it into William’s stomach, driving it up to his heart. Blood pooled, and I had to look away before it made me sick. “You think your Alpha will save you?” He sneered, glaring at the others. “He’s weak, groveling on the floor like a coward.” I dared to glance up as he pounded his fist against his chest, the sound echoing like thunder. “You’ll pay,” he growled, scanning the crowd before signaling one of his men. They grabbed me—resistance was pointless. My pack wouldn’t save me. But they lifted me gently, one of them supporting my back as they led me to Charley. My pulse raced as they released me. I stood, waiting for his verdict, praying for a quick death. The ropes fell away. I stared at Charley, searching for a sign, but his expression was unreadable. His eyes, nearly black, bored into mine. Long brown hair framed a face that was both cruel and captivating. He flicked the blade, offering me the handle. “Finish him.” My wolf quivered in fear. “What?” “You heard me.” He kicked the moaning Alpha, curled up like a coward. I’d seen my Alpha beaten, but I knew he was no leader. He had ordered my own thrashings, and I had endured. William laughed, his voice cutting through the tension. “Well, well, I’m surprised.” Charley’s gaze never left mine. “Do you think I don’t know what this man has done?” He leaned in, his breath hot on my face. “I smell you. It’s alright, kid. I’m used to driving women wild. You’re not the first, won’t be the last.” “I won’t kill him.” “Why not? He’s tortured you for years. Has he broken you so much that you won’t seek revenge?” “How do you know?” “Why do you think I came here, Susan?” His voice was dark, persuasive. “I’ve seen it all. These monsters stood by, doing nothing, or helped in your suffering. You must avenge yourself—kill them.” William had always been different, sharp senses setting him apart even in foster care. He could hear whispered conversations from feet away. He was always prepared for an attack. Years of survival had hardened William. He’d learned to hunt, to adapt, to thrive. But being an Alpha? It was a burden he never wanted. Rogue wolves were dangerous, and he was their leader, whether he liked it or not. He caught my scent, his wolf growling with a need he couldn’t ignore. Mates were powerful, binding—but he didn’t want one. He’d bedded plenty of eager women, both human and wolf, but none made him feel this way. He noticed the mark on my neck, burned into my skin before my first shift. The Mark of the Unwanted. It was a curse, a brand that would repel other packs. Fury ignited in him. How could they do this? William had never seen a wolf heal so quickly. What took others weeks, I managed in hours. It stunned him, and his desire flared, his body betraying his restraint. “No,” I whispered, stepping back from the sword. His eyebrows shot up. “No?” “I won’t.” He threw his head back and laughed. “You won’t kill those who made your life hell?” “No.” “Do you understand these monsters hurt you?” “I’ve seen it all,” William growled, kicking the Alpha again. Hatred burned in his eyes, rare even for him. “Stop,” I pleaded. William seized the back of my neck, pulling me against him. His wolf craved me, the urge to claim overwhelming. As his lips brushed my neck, he struggled to control himself. “I had to watch them hurt you,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Never fighting back made you a coward. I know why you didn’t stop them—the Alpha commanded you to take the beatings like a good bitch.” “He won’t live for what he did to you.” “I don’t want his death on my conscience.” I stood before him, battered, branded, healing right before his eyes. My strength was undeniable. “Please, I want to leave without hurting the pack.” “Leave?” “I’ve begged him to let me go, but if I kill him, I’ll be trapped here forever.” William hoisted the Alpha, his legs shattered, unable to fight back. With a cruel grin, William gripped the man’s crotch, knowing he could rip it off with ease. “You can leave and never return.” For the first time, I smiled as William dropped the Alpha to the ground. “I can leave?” “Yes,” he said. “Go. Run.” I didn’t hesitate. I bolted. William branded every face that had ever hurt me with a flaming rod. This pack would bear the mark of shame and rejection forever. A month later, I walked into my tiny apartment, singing as I locked the door. Freedom had never felt so good. The place was small—just one bedroom, a bath, and a little kitchen. But it was mine. For the first time, I slept peacefully, breathing deeply without fear. I thought about William often. The crazy man. Even late at night, I imagined him nearby. Sometimes, I was sure I could hear him or feel his presence. Rogue wolves were always a threat without the pack, and I knew the dangers. But the peace was worth it. After my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, my stomach rumbling as I headed to the kitchen for some spaghetti. I grabbed a knife, turning around—only to see William. My heart pounded at the sight of him. The knife slipped from my hand. “Why are you here?” “I came to check on you.” “You followed me?” William stepped closer. “I guess I stalked you. Your scent—it’s even more intoxicating now.” “Why are you here?” “Didn’t you miss me?” I stayed silent. He chuckled, pressing his body against mine. “That’s fine. No need to say it. Your body speaks for you.” “How did you get in here?” “The beast in me has many skills.” “And you’ve mastered invading privacy. I should’ve known.” He chuckled. “Don’t lie. Your pussy got wet the moment you saw me.” “I just want to sleep.” He grumbled, squeezing my ass. How could I want him? But I let him. I whimpered as his cock pressed against my core. His lips grazed my shoulder, teasing my neck. It took just one flick of his finger to drop the towel. Would he hurt me? The thought made me queasy, but his groan said otherwise. His brown eyes gleamed, filled with hunger. Was this real? William looked at me like he wanted to devour me. “I planned to take this slow, but I need a taste.” He scooped me up, carrying me to the bedroom. I lay helpless as his eyes roved over me, his hands sliding up my thighs, so close to my pussy. I didn’t stop him. I wanted him. My mind went blank as his fingers brushed my clit. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered. He stroked, gliding over me. “Now, let me taste.” I didn’t think pleasure could be greater until his lips met my clit. His tongue was pure bliss, sending me spiraling into ecstasy. But he’d waited too long. His cock strained against his trousers, his wolf desperate to claim me. Still, he held back, sliding his tongue over my clit, teasing until he smelled my arousal. Then he took me, riding me hard, filling me with his come and my own virgin blood. He reveled in my surrender. William kissed my clit, drawing out my orgasm, then swiped his tongue over my breasts before kissing me deeply. “And you have one tasty pussy.” I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. “You intrigue me.” He breathed deeply, sensing my wolf near. “Why?” “How long have you healed so quickly?” “Did you watch me?” “Yes. I was near your woods. I smelled you, saw what they did to you. They punished you for nothing.” “I did something wrong.” “Yet you heal in hours, but their marks remain in your mind.” “I’m fine.” “Now you’re lying. I hate liars.” “I’m being honest. I just want to forget. This was my chance to live my dream. I begged to leave.” “For how long?” he pressed. “No need to tell you.” “Why does it matter?” I shot back. “You know why.” “Get off me.” “Why? You like me on top. You like it.” I growled. “This is my apartment. I didn’t invite you.” “You’ve got a nice pussy.” “Don’t say I intrigue you. You could have any woman.” “But Susan, we both know no other woman will do for me. You’re my mate.” “We’re not mates.” “No? Then why do you get wet every time I’m near? I’m hot, but you ignored all the other guys around you.” “You never hurt me.” “Yes, but the body wants what it wants. We’re not human. You crave me, calling out in the night. Your body’s heat says it all. It wants me.” “Why did you demand he free me?” He grumbled. “I have no intention of taking anything from you. I’m yours, and you’re mine. You can’t change that.” He inhaled deeply. “I can feel your heat.” “What?” “You’ve never felt heat?” “I don’t know what you mean.” He smirked. “We’ve got a lot to discuss. But first, that lasagna isn’t going to eat itself, and I’m starving.” His stomach growled as he got out of bed. “What are you doing?” I asked. “See you in the kitchen. You grabbed a salad at the store. I’ll make it while you think, then we’ll talk.” He glanced at my body, struggling to hold back a groan. Full moon’s coming—wouldn’t be long now. A woman in mating heat was a dangerous thing. My wolf demanded his presence, the last few months a torturous build-up. Soon, his wolf would claim his mate. Humming, he headed to the fridge. The meager items inside were enough for supper—his mate needed good food. He chopped lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumber with surprising ease. I quickly changed into sweatpants, glancing in the mirror before heading to the kitchen. Seeing William so at ease in the kitchen shocked me. He looked up, catching me staring. “You like what you see, little wolf?” Something under my skin itched. I grabbed a cold water bottle, pressing it to my neck. It helped, but not enough. William appeared behind me as I closed the fridge, his cock’s firm ridge brushing my back. “I know exactly what you’re thinking.” His voice was dark, knowing. “Don’t doubt me.” My wolf whimpered. I breathed deeply and stepped away, already missing his touch. “Dinner’s ready, my lady,” he said, carrying a salad dish. My body began to burn. “Have you experienced mating heat?” “No, and women only bear heat with their mates.” He chuckled. “Your wolf’s not quiet.” “Tell me,” he pressed. “How did you feel with my lips on your pussy?” Arousal surged between my thighs. “It’s impossible. You’re not my mate.” “Would you really say that? I’m amazed you’ve held on after everything they did to you—so stubborn. I half expected to find you at the pack’s edge, fighting yourself.” “I know what they did. I felt their pain.” William cut the lasagna in half before serving me. I devoured it, confused by my need, my hunger, my thirst. “I don’t understand why you let them live,” he said, his eyes darker than usual. “Revenge is natural, but you didn’t want it. Why?” “I’ve seen their marks.” “You noticed their tattoos?” “You want to examine my whole body?” “No, that’s unnecessary,” I replied. “Not a problem.” William shed his shirt and pants. He didn’t wear boxer briefs, and I couldn’t help but notice his firm cock before looking away. “Don’t mind me, dear. I’m yours.” “I don’t understand,” I whispered, the need overwhelming. I avoided his gaze as he approached, mocking. “My placid little wolf has some strength after all.” “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but stop.” “It can only be stopped by giving in. You know that, but you resist. Why?” “I want you gone.” “Why?” “This isn’t your flat, and I’ll call the police if you stay.” He chuckled darkly. “How could you threaten innocent people when you can’t even harm the pack that tortured you?” “If you say I’m your mate, you’ll leave because I ask.” His grin disappeared, replaced by something darker. He stepped closer, his cheek brushing my neck. “One day, you won’t be able to push me away. I hope you’re ready for that day.” His hand gripped my neck, but I didn’t feel fear. Not until he leaned in, kissing me with a force that ignited every nerve. Then, just as abruptly, he pulled away, leaving me breathless as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him with a finality that made me flinch. I collapsed against the wall, hugging my knees, pulse racing. The heat that had flooded my body ebbed away, leaving me cold. If William brought the heat, it meant he was right. He was my mate. But why didn’t he claim me? Why didn’t he do it in front of my pack? “You’re in a mood,” Leon remarked, glancing up from his game. “Not in a mood.” “You’re practically vibrating. I’ve known you long enough to recognize when you’re struggling to control your anger.” In human society, letting rage take over was dangerous. He could kill or scare others in this state. “It’s nothing,” William muttered. Leon didn’t buy it. “It’s that woman again.” He sniffed the air, returning to his game. “I can smell her on you. Maybe try using the front door next time, or court her like a human.” William scoffed. “You mean meeting them at a pub?” “A drink isn’t worth it to wolves. The smells alone are foul.” He paused the game and looked up. “You look crazed again.” “You’re too into that game to notice.” Leon didn’t flinch. “You’re too busy avoiding claiming your mate. Does she even know she’s going into heat because of you?” William’s roar echoed through the room. The frustration, the need, the battle within him to keep from taking what he knew was his, all came to a head. Leon met his gaze calmly. “You’re losing control. She’ll feel it soon enough. What will you do then?” William clenched his fists, jaw tightening. “I’ll handle it.” “You’d better. Before she finds out the hard way.” “Want me to set up the castle?” “No.” William’s voice was sharp. The castle was a fortress, perched on a remote island, accessible only by aircraft. He hated flying, but he’d bought the place as a gamble. A secluded sanctuary, perfect for a mated pair. Their solitude would protect them. No one would hear their battles, their hunts, or their lovemaking. The idea had been intoxicating when he first realized what having a mate would mean. Someday, he wanted to call it home. “Think she’d like it?” Leon asked, watching William’s brooding expression. “What now?” William snapped. “Her heat risk goes up every time I’m near. If human guys start responding to her, things will get bad.” “Just pointing out the obvious. Is it working?” William’s jaw clenched. “I have all the answers.” But if men responded to her, his control would slip. The beast inside him would emerge, and if that happened, humanity would be wiped out. He liked his spotless record—never killed anyone, despite what the alphas thought. They didn’t understand him, and that was how he preferred it. He had learned long ago that money spoke louder than anything else in this world. And he’d made sure to have plenty of it. “You getting coffee?” Leon asked, as William poured himself a cup, the dark liquid swirling in the mug. “Why are you here?” William’s voice was a low growl. He didn’t need coffee to stay awake; he rarely slept since he’d met her. The dreams of demons haunted him, and he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in ages. “Does she know you sneak into her room at night? Cuddle her to keep the nightmares away?” William’s roar echoed through the room, vibrating with barely contained fury. “So, she doesn’t know, and you didn’t tell her.” Leon paused his game, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m surprised.” “Mates don’t need to be told everything,” William growled. “The start’s always rough. I enjoy a challenge, but I didn’t realize how much.” “Why keep me around then?” “Maybe for the fun. You’re probably the only one I haven’t killed yet. Plenty tried, though. Remember?” Unfortunately, it was true. Leon had been found by William at eighteen, bleeding and crawling up a steep slope. He had been thrown over the edge by a group of men who thought they’d seen the last of him. William, only twenty-one then, had murdered them, taken their things, and hidden Leon in a remote cabin, treating his wounds. It was the first time William had seen the brand of the unwanted—a mark that filled him with rage every time he saw it. When William had seen it on my neck, he’d felt that same fury. I tried to hide it with makeup or a scarf, but he’d noticed. Leon, on the other hand, had wanted to kill his tormentors. I was different. I didn’t crave revenge like the others. William glanced at Leon, who had gone still. “Don’t go back to that day,” William said, setting down his coffee. He moved closer, resting a hand on Leon’s knee. Leon shuddered at the touch. “They—” “Don’t think about it. You’re alive, they’re not.” William’s grip tightened on Leon’s neck. “I sent them over the edge alive. You know that.” “Why didn’t she want them dead? Why didn’t she want them all killed?” “I don’t know,” William replied, his voice thick with frustration. Leon’s eyes darkened. “I’ve been there, William. They beat me, they hated me. They tried to break me. My transition was agony because of them.” “I never healed like her,” Leon continued. “Her life must have been hell. But she healed so fast.” “I know,” William whispered, his voice tense. “I know.” Leonabruptly stood, saying, “I need to go for a walk.” They have experienced this numerous times. Leon was too hurt by his background to recover. He let it take control, and he had to run or walk it off. “Are you okay?” Wiliam asks. He couldn’t accompany him. Leon needed solitude. “I’ll be fine.” William sipped his coffee, trying to find calm. After pouring a second cup, he set it down and headed to her flat. He locked the door behind him and copied her key, returning it during her busy lunch. In the bedroom, he found me sobbing, nightmares haunting me. He lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me. The full moon was coming, and her flushed face told the story. Work had been brutal. Surrounded by men, young and old, all vying for victims. No one stopped me from leaving work. I kept my head down, but men bumped into me, leaning in to touch and smell me.  panic took over when i returned to my flat. I gasped . He looked arrogant and crossed his legs. “Why are you here again?” “I stayed in case something interesting happened today.” He showed her a watch on his wrist,. Wolves hardly noticed time. “you’re four hours early. Any reason?” “i had to leave town. ” William caught my wrist and pulled me into him. Arm heat subsided. “You know what happens.” “The first full moon away the pack. Only that. This is what they warn about.” He snorted. “Oh, please. That rogue nonsense again?” I tried to leave, but he stopped me. “If you were rogue, you wouldn’t have been with all those men today. I get your struggles.” Confused and angry, I snarled, “You did something to me!” “I did nothing. My presence affects you.” I tried to hit him, but he laughed and grabbed my hands. “Violence won’t help.” “I can’t stay,” I said. “You’re not leaving alone.” “Why?” “I need to do this alone.” “Are you stubborn?” “Yes. I need to show I’m not their prey anymore. A month of this is all I can handle.” I didn’t fight back as he dominated me. His kisses were irresistible. I struggled but gave in. I needed him. William lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, craving his touch. Surprised by the intensity, I tore off his shirt, and he fell onto the bed. I straddled him, kissed his neck, and stroked his firm cock. “You’re hard,” I said, momentarily halting as I regained my composure. I pulled away, but William stood up. “No,” I tried to shut off my feelings, but it was impossible. His touch burned my back, and I recoiled. I bolted from the flat, not looking back. I had to escape, find peace. Apologizing to someone I bumped into, I ran into the busy street, men’s eyes devouring me. Darkness fell quickly. Sweat coated my skin. I stopped abruptly in the woods, its artificial scents jarring. William found me there, calm. “Done running?” he asked. “Leave me alone,” I snapped. “Why? Think you’re crazy?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’ve been alone too. No one kicked me out. I’ve never lost control. I haven’t killed anyone.” “You have a pack,” I retorted. “They kept you down.” “I met my first wolf at twenty-one. His pack was trying to kill him. I took him in. I grew up in foster care, alone until then. I’m telling you the truth.” “Why?” “Because wolves would flee if they knew the truth. Strong packs need strong members.” William had fought the alpha role. He sought out the unwanted. Rumors of his resistance were well-known. He looked at me. “We’re bonded by mating heat. You’re not crazy. I promise.” I hugged him, sobbing. “I just want freedom and a mate. Someone to love me.” William’s beast roared inside him. He held me tightly, knowing his pack was the only protection I had. “We’ll go to the cabin tonight. First turns away from the pack should never be alone.” “Have you helped many?” I asked. “More than you’d think. Evil exists everywhere,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Sorry for earlier.” “For riding you with our clothes on?” I flushed. William smirked. “I’ll remember you’re a virgin despite your attitude.” “Does everything seem like a game?” I asked. “No, not everything. One day, you’ll trust me. I won’t bite until you ask. I only kill those who need it.” He touched my cold hand and called Leon. “Bring the car,” he said, giving the location. Leon pulled up and William helped me into the car. As we drove to the cottage, he told me Susan had already moved my things. I nestled into William’s side as Leon and Susan greeted each other. “Are you okay?” Leon asked. “I’m fine.” William said, “She’s not rejecting me. She’s just unsure.” Leon, dealing with his own sorrow, understood the struggle. Wolves bond deeply, their emotions setting them apart. Packs are meant to connect. Leon said, “The pack’s got your back every step of the way.” “Will you help her?” “Leon, you know her pain. Mating heat is agony. She needs a leader. It might not be me.” Leon sighed. “You undervalue yourself.” “I want to be prepared for everything. She’s confused by mating heat, thinks she’s losing her mind. She’s hurting in ways I can’t even grasp.” I added, “You don’t have to stay by my side.” I was exhausted. At the cottage, I fell asleep immediately. The next morning, I felt a chill. William cooked breakfast. The smell made her hungry. i recalled waking up to find William wrapped around me and wanted to be less dependent. “Why wouldn’t I stay with you?” “Don’t you have more important things to do?” “Being with my mate is everything.” The word “mate” hit me hard. I rubbed her chest, feeling anguish. The mating bond was still absent. “Stop overthinking,” William said. “You need to get used to the pack.” A knock at the door made her jump. “It’s fine,” William said, opening the door. Three more people entered, followed by Leon. There were two women and four men. Most had scars like hers. “Hello,” one man said. “Introduce yourself so she can learn your names.” “Ashley,” the short, brown-haired woman said. “Rainy.” “Peter.” “Texts.” “Nice to meet you all,” I said, glancing at Texts. “Is that a nickname?” “No, miss. It’s my real name. They denied me a nickname, so I’m called Texts because I like texting.” He smiled. “Best day of my life being found by this pack.” William chuckled. “Don’t get too comfortable. He takes in all the strays.” “Not true. I don’t house anyone. They find me, not the other way around.” “We’re just the unwanted,” Rainy said, nodding at my neck. “That mark must be painful.” “It is,” I said, tears welling up. “They all are,” William said. “It never stops.” Leon added, “We all have stories. Doesn’t make the pack sound like a great place to live.” “Yeah, but ours is the exception,” Texts said. “We live among humans, like spies. No one knows who we are.” Ashley muttered, “Be careful with him. He thinks he’s got the next big thing.” “I could,” Texts said. “And be a giant pain in the ass,” Ashley replied. The group chuckled. “What? We need to be inclusive now that the miss is here. Right?” Texts asked. Everyone looked at me. “What?” “What kind of drama shots do you like?” Texts asked. “Er, I don’t know.” “You’ve never watched drama shots?” “I didn’t have money for a TV . I didn’t think watching by payment was worth it.” “Ah, your pack is terrible.” Texts said. The pack laughed. “Enough,” William said, handing me a plate. “You’ll join us for night.” I took the knife and fork, waiting. “You can eat,” William said. “I can wait.” “Is that a pack rule?” Ashley asked. “You can’t eat until everyone else?” Her palm trembled. “We won’t starve you,” Rainy said. “Eat before it’s cold. Alpha cooking is important.” I cut mushrooms, dipped them in tomatoes, and ate. “Good food,” I said to William, biting into a sausage and moaning. Everyone laughed. “Honestly, I was a street rat. William helped me out and then left. I didn’t want to stay in my old life. My pack was cruel, starved me for fun,” “He’s the shit.” “Ew,” Ashley said. “Can’t you say something nice about him?” “Fine. He’s dog bollocks,” Liam replied. I laughed, not quite understanding but not questioning it. I relaxed, enjoying breakfast and watching them. They felt like family. William prepared tea and sat back, feet up, hands behind his head, smiling. “Now this is life. Cabin, pack, peace.” “Some of the pack?” I asked. “Yeah, there are more of us,” Rainy said. “The others are busy working,” Ashley added. “We’d need a bigger place otherwise.” “Are you guys staying here?” I asked. “Yes,” they said. “Oh.” “Don’t worry. We won’t undercut you,” Leon added. “We’ll be nearby, just in case.” I nodded, still adjusting to the pack’s constant presence. “Do you want to explain your deal?” Leon asked, bringing a tray of coffee. “My deal?” I asked. “We all have a vague idea why we’re unwanted. What’s your story?” Leon pressed. “We don’t need to dive into that,” William added. “I’m just… weird,” I replied. Everyone moved to the sitting room. William stood by the window, arms folded. “A freak?” Texts asked. “What does that mean?” I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, stabbed it into the table, and cried out. The pain was relentless. “What the fuck?” William rushed to me, and the pack intervened. I yanked the knife out, holding it up to show them my recovering body. “A freak.” Breakfast had gone smoothly until my outburst. William asked everyone to leave for a bigger cabin. “Holy fucking shit,” Texts said. “Did you see that?” “I saw,” Rainy said, arms crossed. “She calls herself a freak? Does she realize her strength?” “Is this common?” Texts asked. “It’s rare,” Rainy said. “I knew one in my old pack. They were revered. Their healing delayed aging.” “Wait,” Leon said. “You’re saying she could be much older?” “She looks about twenty,” Rainy replied. “But it could be longer.” “How old was your elder?” “About two hundred. Time slows down after they mature.” “I saw what they did to her,” Ashley added. “She didn’t resist.” “Because she was ordered not to,” Leon said. “Alpha’s rules are law.” “She’s damaged,” Rainy said. “And she’ll be a fucked-up woman.” I was nervous during dinner. “You want us to do what?” Peter asked. “I want you to stay back while Susan adjusts. We should keep our distance,” William replied. “Is hiding the heat normal?” Ashley asked. “Not sure,” Rainy said. “In my old pack, the elder was revered. I’ve never seen such pain.” “I’m heading back. Don’t stray far, and if you hear cries, stay alert. Rush in if they’re mine.” William entered, seeing me on the couch, my wound already healed. “Sorry I sent your pack away,”I said. “You didn’t send them away,” William reassured. “They worry about you.” “They call me a freak.” “They don’t. They’re concerned.” I shrugged. “I’m fine.” “‘Fine’ doesn’t explain stabbing yourself.” “All gone, like it never happened.” “No scar doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” He was furious at my wrongdoers. “You bruised.” “They faded eventually.” “Did your healing abilities annoy them?” “Yes,” “They hated that nothing they did could last.” William paced, then drank heavily. “Does it help?” “Nope, but it stops me from killing everyone,” he said, throwing back another drink. “I need to walk.” “I’m coming with you.” “Please, let me go alone.” “No,” he said, drinking more. His body metabolized the alcohol quickly. “Fine. Do what you want.” I stormed out, and William followed a minute later, tracking my scent. He found me by an ancient tree and tackled me. I gasped as we fell to the ground. He kissed away my tears, then nuzzled me. “William?” “I know your needs,” William said, tearing my jeans with his claws. He spread my thighs, touched me, and focused on my clit with his tongue. I begged and rocked against his face, crying out his name. He held my ass tight, savoring every drop of me. “Thanks,” I gasped. “That’s just the start, baby,” he grinned. The next morning, I watched him sleep, remembering his touch and the heat between us. I was anxious about the pack’s absence—did they dislike me? William woke, catching me staring. “I can feel you thinking all the way from here.” I blushed. “I didn’t know you were awake.” He smirked. “I didn’t want you to think I was just admiring your tits and imagining what I could do between them.” His fingers traced my thighs, making me moan. I closed my eyes, feeling his passion. “No,” I whispered. “Why stop?” he asked, his touch persistent. “I want to give you something,” I said, straddling him. “I’m a virgin. Only you have been with me.” “I’m the only man you’ll ever be with,” he assured. “Let me please you,” I offered. “Get off me then,” he said, eager to make love. “I want to taste you,” I said, lowering myself cautiously between his legs. “Don’t bite,” he warned. “Touch me first.”

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My mom came from another world. She was a “player” sent here on a mission. After Mom successfully won Dad’s heart, she chose to stay in this world forever. Our family lived happily. But then Dad fell for his secretary. Mom told Dad, “If you see her again, I’m leaving.” Dad replied, “You don’t even have a family to go back to. Where could you possibly go?” But when Mom really left,Dad lost his mind. I pushed open the bedroom door. Mom was lying quietly on the bed. She seemed to be asleep. I walked over and called out softly, “Mom.” But she didn’t open her eyes and pull me into her arms like she usually did. I gently placed my hand under her nose, but there was no breath. I knew then that my mom was gone.

Mom had told me before that she was a “player” from another world. Because she successfully completed her mission, she chose to stay in this world forever. Her eyes twinkled when she said this. I didn’t understand what a “player” was at the time, but I still asked, “Mom, what was your mission?” Mom held my little hand and said, “To win your dad’s heart, make him fall in love with me, and then have you!” “So, Lily, you’re Mom’s greatest gift.” She gently kissed my cheek and said she would never regret it. But later, Mom never smiled like that again. Because Dad later fell for a secretary. People said that since Dad had someone else, he would soon abandon Mom and me. I angrily chased them away and hugged Mom. At the time, I thought: Even if Dad didn’t want Mom anymore, it didn’t matter. At least Mom still wanted Lily. Because she was my mom, she would surely stay with me forever.

Usually, it was Mom who took off my pajamas, put on my clothes, and then took me to brush my teeth. Mom said I was already ten years old, and it was embarrassing that she still had to watch over me doing these things. What if my classmates found out and laughed at me? I would pout and say, “They’d only be jealous that my mom loves me so much.” But now that Mom was gone, I had to dress myself. At the dining table, Aunt May had already prepared breakfast. Aunt May asked me, “Why isn’t the madam up yet?” I said, “Mom’s sleeping.” Aunt May was the nanny Mom had hired for me, paying ten years’ salary in advance to take care of my daily needs. Before, we didn’t have a nanny at home. Because Mom did everything in the house. My mom was Superwoman. Every day, after finishing the housework, putting me to bed, and spending time with Dad, she would still go to the study and teach herself law for an hour. Because she was preparing for the bar exam. Dad didn’t understand and said, “You’re so busy and tired every day, why bother?” “I provide for you, isn’t it good enough to just relax and enjoy life?” But Mom would just shake her head gently yet firmly, and say, “Jake, this is my dream.” When she said this, Mom’s eyes would sparkle. I thought Mom looked so beautiful, so beautiful at that moment. I think Dad must have thought the same. He reached out and instinctively pulled Mom into his arms, then buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her like a puppy. Mom blushed and pushed Dad away. “Lily’s still here.” I knew that Dad and Mom were about to play their game again, the one they never let me join. I wanted to beg Mom to include me this time. But Dad’s eyes fell on me, and he said, “Lily, out.” I suddenly didn’t dare anymore. I could only obediently leave. Most of the time, Dad was very good to me. But I was most afraid when he looked at me with those eyes, making me unconsciously agree to things. In the time that followed, the house became very harmonious. Dad encouraged Mom to take the bar exam and would even keep her company late into the night. But on the day before the bar exam, Dad took away all of Mom’s documents and locked her in the room. He only brought me back from the company after the exam time had passed. Mom looked at Dad, her eyes blazing with fire. “Jake, do you know I’ve been preparing for this for a year!” “Do you know how important this is to me?” Dad walked up to her, holding her tight in his arms despite her struggles. He said softly, “Olivia, I’m sorry, but I’m doing this for our family.” “I just want you to stay at home, where I can hold you whenever I reach out.” “Besides, Lily feels the same way, don’t you?” As he said the last sentence, Dad’s eyes turned to me. But I remembered what Dad had told me earlier that day. “If Mom becomes a lawyer, she’ll be traveling all the time, dealing with clients, and she’ll forget about you.” “And if Mom goes out to meet people every day, what if she falls for someone else? She’ll abandon me, abandon you, and abandon this family.” I thought what Dad said was so scary. I didn’t want Mom to abandon me. So I walked up, tugged at Mom’s hand, and said, “Mom, don’t be mad at Dad. I don’t want you to go either.” Mom looked at me, her body seeming to lose all strength, gradually softening in Dad’s arms. Mom’s dry voice came after a long while. “This is the last time.” Dad smiled with satisfaction. Even though things had developed as I wanted them to, Looking at Mom’s eyes, a little dimmer than before, I felt uneasy, like I had done something wrong.

After finishing my meal, I went back to my bedroom, closed the door, and quietly looked at my mom. At ten years old, I could already understand life and death. But I wasn’t afraid. Mom said she was eighteen when she crossed over to this world. In her original world, her body was still lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines. She said that when she successfully completed her mission, the system gave her two choices. Return to her original world, or stay here. She wanted to go home to see her mom, but she couldn’t bear to leave Dad, and especially couldn’t leave me, still a baby in the cradle, so she stayed. I asked Mom, “Mom, can you stay with Lily forever?” Mom said, “Of course.” I remembered those two words for a long time. Now I just gently tapped Mom’s nose. Softly, I said, “Mom, you liar.” Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I knew it couldn’t be Dad; he hadn’t been home in a long time. Aunt Rachel’s voice called from outside, “Lily, come open the door for Auntie. Auntie will take you home.” “Auntie will be your mom.” I shouted loudly, “Go away! You’re not my mom. You’re a homewrecker, destroying my family!” After Mom gave up on the bar exam, she devoted herself entirely to taking care of Dad and me. We were very happy. I thought we would always be happy. But then Aunt Rachel appeared. She was Dad’s newly hired secretary, always clumsy and fumbling. During that time, Dad complained about Aunt Rachel more and more often. I was puzzled. If Dad disliked her so much, why didn’t he just fire her? Moreover, because of her, Dad came home later and later, sometimes not coming home at all. Aunt Rachel’s figure also started appearing in Dad’s social media posts. When Mom took me shopping at the mall, we would also see Dad accompanying Aunt Rachel. When Mom saw them, she accidentally dropped a vase. Dad heard the sound and looked over. The expression on his face changed to panic for a moment. Then he let go of Aunt Rachel’s wrist, wanting to chase after Mom. But Mom picked me up, covered her mouth, and ran out. That night, Dad and Mom had a big fight. I crouched behind the door, listening to Dad explain to Mom. Dad said he was just helping Aunt Rachel because she looked so pitiful alone. He said there was nothing between them, that he just treated her like a little sister. I thought Dad’s words sounded so fake. In my class, Tommy was always calling girls his “little sister,” and people said he was playing with multiple girls at once. I saw Mom give a cold laugh, refuting Dad’s half-hearted excuses, and then she said to Dad: “If you see her again, I’m leaving.” Dad, who had been explaining, got angry when he heard this. Dad shouted, “Olivia, you’re going to divorce me over something so trivial?” “Is that necessary? I won’t do anything with Rachel. I still love you. Can’t you be a bit more understanding?” Mom said, “This isn’t trivial to me.” “You broke your vows, betrayed our love. How can I be understanding?” Dad panicked a bit, but he angrily said, “Where would you go if you left?” “Who do you know here besides me and Lily?” Dad knew. He knew Mom was a player from another world, who gave up the chance to return to her original world for him. He knew Mom could only stay here forever, with nowhere else to go. I remember once when Dad made Mom angry. Mom was so upset she grabbed her bag and ran out. I was so anxious, patting Dad’s leg, telling him to go find Mom. But Dad just crossed his legs, looked at his newspaper, and said, “Where else could she go?” In the evening, Mom came back with her bag, her eyes red. She held up the bag in her hand and said, “Jake, I bought food for you guys.” She opened the takeout boxes. Ah. It was my favorite crab roe dumplings and Dad’s favorite chive dumplings. I happily ate the dumplings, but when I saw Mom quietly eating yesterday’s steamed bun with her head down, I suddenly couldn’t eat anymore. I thought, if Mom had a family to go back to, no matter how far, by train or plane, she would go back. But her family was in another world, so she had nowhere to go. Dad took advantage of this point to make Mom obey.

Outside, Aunt Rachel knocked on the door for a while, and soon the sound stopped. I thought she had left. But an hour later, I heard the sound of someone tampering with the lock. On the security camera, I saw an unfamiliar man. I got a bit scared. Mom always said that if a child is home alone and there are strangers outside, they must find an adult. I couldn’t find Mom, so I could only run to the kitchen to find Aunt May. “Auntie, there’s someone outside. I don’t know them.” Aunt May grabbed a knife, swallowed hard, and led me to wait by the door. Until the lock was opened. Aunt Rachel stood smiling at the door, then handed the locksmith twenty dollars. “Thank you, sir.” Aunt May said, “Miss Rachel, how could you do this?” Aunt Rachel said, “Lily, your dad asked me to take you away.” “You wouldn’t see me, so I had to do this.” She stepped forward to grab me. I bit her hand viciously. I shouted, “I won’t go with you.” “Give up on that idea.” Aunt Rachel let out a scream. I tasted blood in my throat. Only then did I let go. Aunt Rachel angrily pushed me to the ground. Then she stormed off furiously. My hand was scratched by a splinter on the floor, bleeding a bit. Aunt May quickly brought the first aid kit. Even though it was Aunt May bandaging me, I couldn’t help but say, “Mom, it hurts.” But my mom, she couldn’t hear me anymore. Before, Mom was with Dad and me every day. But now that she’s gone, I realized, So this is what it feels like to miss Mom. I remember when I was six, during Chinese New Year, Dad took Mom and me back to the ancestral home for a family gathering. The gathering was full of Dad’s relatives. There were uncles, aunts, grandpa, grandma… So many people, bustling with noise and excitement. But only Mom was there alone with me. That day, Mom was busy back and forth, cooking an entire table of dishes by herself. We were all eating while she was still busy in the kitchen. The uncles all said to Dad: “Little brother, you really married a capable and virtuous woman.” Dad smiled proudly. Mom tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, wiped the flour from her forehead, and lowered her head with a smile. By the time she could finally sit at the table, most of the food had been eaten. Because I said I was full and a bit sleepy after eating, She only ate a few bites hastily, then took me upstairs. But when we reached the stairs, Mom suddenly stopped, turning to look down. I was a bit curious, so I looked too. Grandpa and Grandma were giving red envelopes to the younger generation, uncles were discussing work with Dad, and many aunts were gathered to play cards. They were all one family. Mom looked for a long time. I tugged at Mom’s hand and asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?” Mom came back to her senses and looked at me. Behind her was the bustling noise and the lights of countless homes, but her eyes looked incredibly sad and lonely. “Lily, what do you think your grandmother is doing right now?” So my mom misses her mom too!

After Aunt May finished bandaging me, she looked at Mom’s room with a frown and said, “It’s almost dark, why hasn’t the madam woken up yet?” I said, “Mom’s so tired, let her sleep a bit longer.” Aunt May said again, “Sigh, it’s been several days, and the master hasn’t come back to check on her.” My dad hasn’t been home for a long time. He once said he was on a business trip, but he actually went on vacation with Aunt Rachel. Aunt Rachel proudly showed those photos to Mom, telling her to quickly divorce Dad and make room for her. I saw Mom’s eyes turn red in an instant. Because that place was somewhere Mom had wanted to go for a long time. Mom wanted Dad to take her there, but Dad was always too busy. Unexpectedly, Dad took Aunt Rachel there first. Mom showed the photos to Dad. When Dad saw them, his face changed immediately. Dad said those photos were photoshopped, fake, and didn’t count. At that moment, Mom’s eyes were filled with sadness. Mom said: “Jake, what did you promise me when we got married? To love only me, to be good only to me.” “Otherwise, why would I stay here!” Dad said, “Haven’t I been good to you? A house worth millions, a ring worth hundreds of thousands, clothes worth tens of thousands, I’ve given you everything you wanted.” “Isn’t that good enough?” Mom shook her head, muttering, “There’s just no way to communicate with you.” She threw all of Dad’s clothes and shoes out. Dad felt very embarrassed, so he said he wouldn’t come back. So from that day on, Dad really moved out. Soon after, Aunt Rachel’s house caught fire. So Aunt Rachel moved in with Dad. When we heard this news, Mom didn’t cry. She just hugged me gently. Mom said she now understood that people’s hearts can change easily, love can change, and vows only count when they’re made. It’s just that she understood too late. Now it was too late for regrets. 8 In the evening, I squeezed my own toothpaste, brushed my teeth, and wiped my small body with a towel. Then I climbed next to Mom, hugging her. Even though my mom’s body had already stiffened and her skin had turned cold, as long as she was still lying here, I felt so happy. I once asked Mom. “Mom, what kind of person was your mom?” My mom didn’t seem to have a dad; her mom was her only relative before. Mom said her mom was very strict with her, always hitting her, scolding her, and lecturing her when she didn’t do her homework. I frowned. I didn’t understand. Why, if she was like that, would Mom still miss her mom? Sometimes when Mom had nightmares, she would call out not Dad’s name, but “Mom.” Mom’s tone suddenly changed. “But when I was diagnosed with leukemia at sixteen, my mom never got angry with me again.” “She quit her job, sold our house, and stayed by my bedside every day to take care of me.” “My mom, she loved me very much too.” As she spoke, Mom’s tone was a bit proud, and a bit sad. I knew that my mom had never forgotten her mom. Because when she crossed over to this world at eighteen, she was still just a little girl. The day she discovered Dad was vacationing with Aunt Rachel, Mom sat by the window and cried alone. Mom said she shouldn’t have been blinded by love, giving up everything, including her own mother, whom she could never see again. 9 Mom had actually proposed divorce to Dad before. A month after Dad moved out, Mom sent him a message asking him to come home. Dad wore a black suit, his hair styled with gel, looking even more handsome than before. That day Mom had prepared a table full of dishes. Dad said somewhat smugly: “Thought it through?” I also happily sat at the table, looking at Dad and Mom, hoping they could reconcile. But Mom put down her chopsticks and said: “Jake, let’s get a divorce.” I was old enough to know what divorce meant. Divorce meant Dad and Mom would be separated forever, and we would rarely be together. When Dad heard this, his expression changed instantly. “Olivia, you want a divorce over something so trivial?” “Is it necessary? I won’t do anything with Rachel. I still love you. Can’t you be more understanding?” Mom said: “This isn’t trivial to me.” “You broke your vows, betrayed our love. How can I be understanding?” Dad panicked a bit, but he angrily said: “Where would you go if we divorced?” “Who do you know here besides me and Lily?” Mom choked up and said: “If I don’t know anyone, I’ll go out and meet people. If I have no money, I’ll wash dishes and mop floors for others. I can always manage to survive with Lily on my own.” Dad laughed coldly, throwing down a sentence: “You’re welcome to try.” He turned and walked away hurriedly. Over the next few days, Mom sent out many job applications, but they were all rejected. Mom didn’t give up, sending the same resume hundreds and thousands of times. Until a kind-hearted person told her: “Mrs. Zhou, Mr. Jiang has already spread the word, so no one dares to hire you.” Soon after, a lawyer came to the door with a document for Mom. Mom asked: “What’s this?” The lawyer said: “This is a comparison of your and Mr. Jiang’s assets.” “If there’s a custody battle for your daughter in the future—” He pushed up his glasses. “Unfortunately, you have no chance of winning.” Mom’s face turned pale. I clutched Mom’s clothes tightly, but didn’t dare to say anything. Soon, all of Dad’s relatives came. They surrounded Mom, their tone like an interrogation. “Little Jiang has such good conditions, and you still want to divorce him? You won’t find another opportunity like this.” “Really ungrateful, don’t know what Little Jiang saw in her?” Mom said coldly: “Stop trying to persuade me. I just want to divorce him.” Someone softened their tone, appealing to emotions. “Olivia, look, the child is so big now. If she knows her parents are divorcing, how sad would she be?” Mom’s expression softened a bit. The group immediately said: “Yes, children always need a healthy childhood.” “It’s all for the child, what can’t you endure?” “…” Someone pushed me in front of Mom, then smiled and asked me: “Lily, do you want your parents to divorce?” “If they divorce, you’ll be a child without a mother.” My tears fell instantly. I hugged Mom, saying fearfully: “Mom, please, don’t leave Dad.” “Lily can’t bear to be without you.” Mom looked at me blankly, her eyes seeming to have tears too. “Forget it.” A soft voice. Like a sigh. Mom gave up. I thought this way, I could keep Mom forever. But I didn’t know that some birds can’t be caged, every feather shines with the light of freedom.

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After Ryan’s undercover work ended, he seemed like a different person. He would often stare blankly out the window, his eyes filled with an inescapable melancholy and sadness. He no longer lifted our daughter, spinning her around and calling her his baby girl. He stopped bringing flowers home as a surprise after work. He even awkwardly shied away from my intimate gestures. Later, on the day our daughter had a car accident, I saw him passionately yet restrainedly kissing a girl in the pouring rain. I was still in a meeting when I received the news about our daughter’s car accident. When I heard the words “died on the spot,” it felt like lightning had struck me, shattering my world. I rushed to the funeral home like a madwoman, only to see my daughter’s twisted body lying on a cold table. The yellow floral dress I had helped her put on that morning had now become her burial clothes. Everything around me was chaotic. Some people were trying to comfort me, while others were asking questions. The truck driver was frantically explaining, “Your daughter suddenly crossed the road. It had nothing to do with me!” I collapsed on the ground, desperately crying out, “How could she have crossed the road alone? Where’s her father? Where is he?” “Mrs. Lee, your daughter was getting off the bus alone. We didn’t see any adult accompanying her,” the police officer said with a hint of sympathy. I had always picked up and dropped off our daughter for her after-school program. Only this time, she had timidly asked if her dad could take her. Ever since Ryan returned from his year-long business trip, his attitude towards us had become very cold. He often sat alone lost in thought, avoiding eye contact with me. Even calling me changed from the affectionate “Mia” to the formal “Zhimiao.” He frequently made excuses to sit in the car and smoke, and he seemed uncomfortable and even annoyed when our daughter tried to act cute around him. Our once-doted-on daughter didn’t understand what had happened to her dad and innocently wanted to mend their relationship. I agreed, and after sending them off, I went to the office for a meeting. But I never imagined that this one time I let go would cost my daughter her life. I kept calling Ryan, but all I got was a busy signal. With my mother-in-law seriously ill and my parents far away in our hometown, I had to face this devastating blow to life alone. In the end, with my signature, my daughter was reduced to a small box of ashes. Holding my daughter’s urn, I returned to our neighborhood like a walking corpse, only to be stunned by the sight of Ryan. In the pouring rain, he gently and restrainedly lifted the face of the girl opposite him, planting a deep kiss. The girl was petite and delicate, gradually losing strength as she was overwhelmed by the kiss, her soft body enveloped in Ryan’s arms. They kissed passionately, so absorbed that they didn’t even notice me as an onlooker. Images of my daughter’s tragic death flashed through my mind, intertwining with the scene before me, creating an absurdly jarring picture. At that moment, I didn’t know whether to be angry or heartbroken. I didn’t even have the strength to confront them or lose my mind. I just stood there, my mind blank. I should have seen this coming. Ryan’s job was of a special nature, and when I married him, I was prepared to independently support a family. For seven years, I worked during the day and cared for my sick mother-in-law at the hospital at night. I single-handedly arranged everything for our new home, carrying heavy tiles up six floors just to save a few hundred dollars. When bullied by neighbors, I had to muster up the courage to argue back, clutching a kitchen knife for protection. Later, when I got pregnant, I fainted in the bathroom for seven or eight hours before someone found me. I went to prenatal check-ups alone, feeling out of place among the couples at the obstetrics department. When my water broke in the middle of the night, I took a taxi to the hospital by myself, forcing myself to sign the consent forms. When I was sad, he wasn’t by my side. When I was happy, he still wasn’t there. I was like a lone ranger. Whenever people asked about my husband, I had to give vague answers due to confidentiality, which led many to assume I was a pitiful widow.

I always felt that my sacrifices were worth it. He deeply loved his profession, and I deeply loved him. We had our happy moments too. When he wasn’t busy, he would drive two hours just to buy me a small cake. He would bring home a bouquet of roses after work. During my postpartum confinement, he would stay up all night to take care of our daughter, changing diapers, feeding her, and doing housework with ease. He loved to cup my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine, and say with deep emotion, “Mia, thank you for everything. Without you, we wouldn’t have this home.” “I will love you forever.” Until he went on a business trip for a year. I didn’t know the content of his work, but I once bumped into him butchering meat at a farmer’s market. I vaguely understood something then, pretending to be a stranger as we passed by, and hadn’t contacted him for a year since. I never expected that after he returned, he would be like a completely different person. He could go an entire day without saying a word, showing no interest in anything in our home. At night, we slept in the same bed, but it felt like there was an insurmountable chasm between us. Our home was filled with an awkward, half-baked atmosphere. I tried to ease the tension between us, but Ryan kept avoiding me, making various excuses. Finally, he even looked at me with an extremely unfamiliar gaze and said sarcastically, “How come I never noticed before that you have such a strong libido?” Until now, I finally understood where the problem between us lay. I stood there for a long time. Finally, the girl noticed me. She nervously pushed Ryan away, hiding in his arms with a blushing face. Ryan’s face flashed with rare panic. He instinctively shielded the girl behind him, quickly regaining his composure: “Zhimiao, she’s innocent. Don’t take it out on her. I’ll explain when we get home…” “No need.” I looked coldly at the man I once loved deeply, enunciating each word: “I asked you to take Lily to her after-school program. Where did you go?” “I received an urgent work call and couldn’t get away,” Ryan explained. “I watched Lily get on the bus. It’s just two blocks from the bus stop to the class, and she’s already four years old. She knows the way.” A heart-wrenching pain made me double over, almost unable to stand. Tears mixed with rain streamed down my face. Lily was only four years old, yet he let a four-year-old little girl take a half-hour bus ride alone and then walk a kilometer to class. He knew better than anyone how dangerous society could be, yet he was so negligent with his own daughter. “So your so-called work was kissing this girl?!” I raised my voice, pointing at the girl shrinking in his arms. She looked very young, possibly still in college. She was biting her lower lip vulnerably, trembling at my outburst. Ryan instinctively hugged her, first lowering his head to comfort her not to be afraid, then looking up at me with an impatient tone. “Mia Lee, don’t scare the kid. Please try to understand the special nature of my work. You used to be so understanding…” I couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed over to slap him hard across the face. The girl screamed in fright, reaching out to caress Ryan’s face with concern. “Let’s get a divorce,” I said. With that, I turned and left without looking back. Two hours later, Ryan finally came home. Seeing that I had packed up half the house, he frowned deeply. “I’m already exhausted. Can you stop throwing tantrums like a child?” he said. “You think I’m throwing a tantrum?” I was too mentally and physically drained to even argue, just looking at him coldly.

“Ryan Shaw, do you even care about this family anymore? If you truly cared about us, Lily wouldn’t have…” “Emma is my adopted sister,” Ryan interrupted me roughly. He fell silent for a long while, then slowly began to tell the story of himself and that girl. “This past year, she’s been the one taking care of me. She’s done so much for me.” Ryan’s expression softened as he spoke of their history. He said Emma was a silly girl who, despite knowing he was married, still recklessly gave her heart to him. He said she loved watching superhero shows, had a hero complex, and liked to show off. Several times, she put herself in danger trying to save him. He said she was carefree and liked wearing short skirts, always accidentally flashing people, then complaining that he was too controlling. He talked about their countless nights huddled together for warmth, holding hands, legs touching, their breath on each other’s faces. The girl would chatter on about her little troubles, like not having enough credits, her counselor not approving her leave request, her roommate being annoying… He felt like he had also become ten years younger, returning to his youthful days. Finally, he said, “I know our relationship has gone beyond that of siblings now.” “Give me time. I’ll forget about her and live well with you.” Ryan closed his eyes, showing a pained expression. “She’s still young and doesn’t understand. I should know better. I’ve already wasted a year of her life. I can’t continue to hold her back.” I could barely breathe. Did Ryan realize what he was saying? He was telling his wife about his love story with someone else. It was as if I were the third party, maliciously interfering in his and Emma’s love, forcing him to give up his true love to fulfill family responsibilities. Ryan remembered her sacrifices for him, but what about me? Were my seven years of love and seven years of protection all for nothing? After a long while, I calmed down: “I’ll just give you your freedom directly.” I picked up my suitcase and pushed past him to go downstairs. Ryan grabbed my hand, meeting my gaze with a pleading look in his eyes: “Zhimiao, I promise, today was the last time I’ll see her. I still love you. I want to give Lily a complete family…” “Don’t mention Lily to me!” I completely lost control, forcefully throwing my bag at him. Sharp decorations on the bag cut Ryan’s face and neck, drawing blood. He stood there stunned as I left without looking back. I rented a small apartment near my company, contacting a lawyer while packing up and handling our daughter’s affairs. While I was busy, I received a call from the hospital. “Mrs. Lee, your mother-in-law has had another attack. Please come quickly…” My heart tightened suddenly, and I grabbed my bag and rushed out. My mother-in-law was in the late stages of cancer. After marrying Ryan, I had voluntarily taken on the task of caring for her, attending to her daily needs, checking and getting her medications, and managing her diet. I did everything I could except bear the pain of her illness for her. For seven years, rain or shine, I stayed at the hospital at least four days a week. Only these past two days, because of what happened to our daughter, I had been distracted and forgotten about my mother-in-law still in the hospital. I rushed over anxiously, but to my surprise, when I opened the door, I saw Emma smilingly coaxing my mother-in-law to drink some porridge. She wasn’t wearing short skirts like Ryan had said, but long pants and long sleeves, looking proper and clean, like the girl next door that anyone would instinctively like. My mother-in-law was chatting happily with her, the two looking as close as mother and daughter. “…Mom,” I called out hoarsely. My mother-in-law quickly waved me over, introducing with a warm smile: “Mia, this is Ryan’s colleague’s sister. Has he mentioned her to you?” Emma saw me and couldn’t hide her nervousness, awkwardly standing up from her chair. She stammered, “We’ve… we’ve met…” Seeing that I didn’t respond, Emma’s eyes gradually reddened, and she ran out with her head down like a frightened rabbit, only to bump into Ryan who had just entered. She immediately relaxed as if she had found her anchor, grabbing Ryan’s sleeve and hiding behind him, timidly looking at me. Ryan was holding some test results, his brows furrowed as he questioned me: “Zhimiao, if you have issues with me, I have nothing to say. But hasn’t my mom always treated you well? Is this how you take care of her for me?!” He forcefully threw the papers at me. The words “critical condition” and “imminent death” caught my eye. Before I could say anything, a nurse who had been observing couldn’t hold back anymore and angrily said: “Your wife has taken excellent care of your mom. Have you ever tried caring for a patient non-stop for seven years?!” “Your mom already had an incurable cancer. The fact that she’s survived until today is all thanks to your wife’s dedicated care! As for you, her son, how many times have you visited the hospital in seven years? You can count it on one hand, right?” Ryan was chastened into regaining some sense, hanging his head dejectedly. Emma couldn’t bear to listen anymore and retorted: “Ryan’s work is special. He doesn’t have time…” “He has time for an affair but no time to care for his own mother?!” the nurse blurted out. The hallway suddenly fell silent. A doctor came over and pulled her away, and the nurse shut up, still indignant. Emma’s eyes reddened, about to cry again. But at this moment, Ryan had no energy to comfort her. He said hoarsely: “Bring Lily back. Let her see her grandmother one last time.

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My Wife and Her “Guy Friend” Were Caught Having Sex in a Car in the Suburbs and Got into an Accident The doctor said if we wanted to save her legs, we needed to come up with $300,000 for surgery right away. After hearing this, I, a grown man, broke down sobbing hysterically. “My wife is the most famous dancer in this city! Her legs are how she makes her living and reputation!” “If she loses her legs, she’ll have no will to live!” “So please be gentle when you amputate her legs later!” As soon as I rushed to the hospital, I quickly wiped the smirk off my face that I’d been wearing the whole way there. I fell to my knees by my wife’s bed and started wailing dramatically. “Oh Alana, how could you be so foolish!” “You could have at least chosen a safer place for your rendezvous. I wouldn’t have minded!” “As long as you’re safe and sound, I don’t care about anything else! Please don’t feel so guilty about doing such a shameful thing that you want to end your life!” The nurse beside me looked moved, probably never having seen such a devoted husband before. The doctor came over and pulled me aside, saying sternly: “Go raise the surgery fee quickly. We can still save her legs!” I immediately scrambled to my feet. “Right, the money. I’ll call my mother-in-law right away!” I dialed Mrs. Taylor’s number. “Mom! I need you to transfer $300,000 right away! Alana needs it for treatment…” “What treatment needs $300,000? Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m telling you, I won’t give you even $3! You’re good for nothing. Get lost, you hear me!” “But Mom, this is real…” “Real my ass! Beep beep-” Mrs. Taylor’s loud voice blared through my phone’s speaker for everyone to hear clearly. Especially the final beeps as she hung up on me. I struggled to keep the corners of my mouth from turning up as I looked helplessly at the doctor. “Doctor, I don’t have the money.” “My wife treasures her legs more than anything.” “So please be gentle when you amputate them later!” “What about this man? Are you going to save him?” the doctor asked, pointing at my wife’s lover. “Of course! My wife loves him so much. She can get prosthetic legs, but we can’t bring a person back to life once they’re gone. You must save him!” Then I wiped away my tears and said seriously: “But given my position, I’m not really in a place to sign the surgery consent forms, am I?” The doctor turned and wheeled my wife into the emergency room. The nurse gave me a sympathetic look before hurrying in after them. As soon as they were gone, I texted my father-in-law: “Alana’s legs are ruined. Mom won’t let us save them. We can’t go on living like this.”

By the time Mrs. Taylor rushed to the hospital, Alana had already been wheeled out of surgery. “Alana! My poor baby, what happened to you?” “Mom, Alana just had surgery. Don’t shout, it’s not good for her,” I said softly. Mrs. Taylor looked up and saw me, her eyes instantly filled with venom. “Why couldn’t it have been you in the accident! How dare you show your face here. Alana is in this state all because she married a useless man like you!” “You think you’re so capable? Then hurry up and pay for Alana’s treatment! ” I spread my hands helplessly. “Mom, I already asked you for money earlier. You wouldn’t give me any…” Mrs. Taylor suddenly remembered and jumped up, spitting as she yelled. “You’re talking nonsense! Is there a single word of truth that comes out of your mouth?” Before she could finish, I played the recording of our earlier phone call. “Mom, Alana needs money for her legs…” “Needs my ass!!” An unusual silence fell over the emergency room. “Mom, you took all our family’s money after my business failed. How am I supposed to save her if you won’t give me any money?” “How can you blame me now? I told you about this right away.” “You… you did this on purpose, didn’t you!” Mrs. Taylor’s face turned bright red as she spoke. She lunged at me with her claws out, but two quick-thinking nurses held her back. They gave her a look of disgust and said, “What are you yelling about? The patient needs peace and quiet! What kind of mother are you…” Given my earlier heartfelt words, the two young nurses had already become my devoted fans. Seeing my mother-in-law, they shook their heads disapprovingly, as if wondering how such a good man ended up with such an awful family. “Are you two his mistresses? How dare you take his side. Have you no shame?” “Who are you calling shameless?” “You’re the shameless one!” “Say that again, I dare you!” Just as they were about to come to blows, a weak voice came from the hospital bed. “Mom…” Alana had woken up.

Mrs. Taylor immediately rushed to her bedside and grabbed her hand. “Alana, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt? I’m sorry Mommy came late.” After wiping away a tear, she pointed at me angrily. “This is what happens when you insist on marrying such a useless man. If he hadn’t lost even the car, would you have needed to take a cab just to go teach a student?” “My student… Oh right, how’s Adam? Is he okay?!” “Who’s Adam?” Mrs. Taylor asked, confused. I helpfully explained: “He’s the one who was driving Alana to her lesson. I heard he was rescued from the car pretty easily. Since they weren’t wearing any clothes, they were able to pull them out quickly.” “You!” Mrs. Taylor’s finger trembled as she pointed at me. “How dare you slander and humiliate my daughter like this. I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!” “Stop arguing! I need to go see Adam!” Alana anxiously threw off her blanket, only to find empty space beneath. “Where are my legs?!” Alana let out a piercing scream, the pain evident in her voice. I covered my face in sorrow, afraid they would see my joyful expression. “Where are Alana’s legs?!” Mrs. Taylor frantically felt around the bed while Alana started smashing vases and throwing things. “I know, it must be you, you bastard, who hurt Alana!” Alana’s bloodshot eyes instantly turned to me, suspecting I had taken revenge. I quickly waved my hands. “Alana, I already told Mom about this situation before you woke up. The doctors here heard everything clearly!” “You know better than anyone that other people don’t know about our family’s finances. You and Mom said I wasn’t fit to run a business, so you took control of all the company’s money. All the family’s money is with Mom!” “Your legs needed $300,000 for surgery urgently. I could only ask Mom for it, but she wouldn’t give it! It was her who wouldn’t save you, I’m useless! I couldn’t come up with the money!” I immediately played the recording again. That “Needs my ass!!” rang out especially loud. Alana’s face gradually darkened, then she stared intently at her mother. Anyone could hear that Mrs. Taylor was only concerned with her own enjoyment. She had taken all the family’s money under the guise of “safekeeping” it for Alana. Now she had caused Alana to miss the critical window to save her legs. Mrs. Taylor immediately knelt on the ground wailing. “Oh Alana! It’s your scoundrel of a husband who deceived us both! He didn’t explain things clearly!” “Enough!” Alana shouted, her whole body trembling with anger as she pointed at her mother. “Get out!” “How can you speak to me like this, daughter!” Suddenly, Mr. Taylor burst in, calling out to Alana in a panic. “Dad…” Mr. Taylor froze when he saw Alana’s empty pant legs. He had often bragged to others about how talented his daughter was at dancing, how many awards she had won. His current leisurely and affluent lifestyle was all thanks to his precious daughter’s dancing legs. All those officials had been falling over themselves to send him gifts in hopes of having Alana teach their children to dance. Now her legs were gone. Everything was gone, everything ruined! “Thank goodness you’re here, Alana’s father! Hurry and do something about our son-in-law. He’s trying to destroy our whole family…” Smack! A resounding slap landed squarely on Mrs. Taylor’s face from Mr. Taylor.

My name is Caleb Frost. I used to be a successful business owner. One of those young and accomplished entrepreneurs. Five years ago, I met Alana at a dinner party. She was still in college at the time. I had dropped out of high school to start my business, so I was completely defenseless against a cultured and beautiful girl like Alana. She seemed as pure as a white flower back then. I fell deeply in love with her. I truly believed she was the most talented and gentle, pure girl I had ever met. I pursued her passionately. Her family didn’t support her going to art school, only wanting to pay for her brother’s education. The night they told her to drop out, she came to me crying. We had some drinks that night and ended up sleeping together. From then on, I was utterly devoted to supporting her studies. To put it bluntly, I was basically her sugar daddy. Not only did she win award after award, within two years of graduating she became an outstanding dance teacher. It seemed only natural when she married me afterwards. I always thought my in-laws were petty and calculative people. I only tolerated them for Alana’s sake. But later I realized Alana was the most deeply hidden schemer of them all! She was actually promiscuous to the core! When my company ran into trouble, I was being crushed by a rival company and couldn’t lift my head. It was only when that big boss got drunk that he told me. “You know why the whole market is targeting you now?” “It’s because you married the mayor’s mistress!” After that, I checked her phone one night and discovered she was maintaining relationships with different men! One of them was even her own student! She actively sent photos and videos to seduce the student, driving him crazy. Every time she went to his house for tutoring, she wasn’t teaching academic subjects, but giving lessons in anatomy! She had never shown this side of herself when she was with me! I was burning with rage. The next day when she was about to go to the student’s house for a lesson, I was ready to confront her, but then I got a call from the hospital… “You slut! This is all your fault!” Mr. Taylor cursed viciously at his wife. Mrs. Taylor was seeing stars from the slap. She promptly sat down on the floor and started wailing. “Oh heavens, we can’t go on living like this!” Mrs. Taylor was just an uncultured old woman from the countryside. Whenever anything happened, she would make a scene by crying and screaming, completely lacking class. “How exactly did the accident happen?!” Mr. Taylor asked anxiously and angrily. “Which bastard was driving you? You’ve lost your legs and your life is ruined. I’m going to go break his arms right now!” “That’s right, daughter! Hurry and tell us who the driver was and who caused the accident! We need to get compensation from them!” Mrs. Taylor had stopped crying on the floor and was now focused on getting money. I watched with amusement as Alana’s face turned bright red, unable to speak. I quickly clapped my hands. “Alana doesn’t want to talk about it, so let me tell Mom and Dad.”

“Mom, Dad, you know Alana is an extremely responsible teacher who takes meticulous care of her students’ lives.” “How could such a good teacher… end up in this situation.” Mr. Taylor impatiently interrupted me. “Get to the point!” I paused, frowning as I said: “This is the point, Dad. She took such good care of her student that she even got in the car with him for some in-depth tutoring. She’s really so considerate…” “What nonsense are you spouting?! Are you saying our Alana was fooling around with that little punk? How dare you say such things about our daughter! I’ll beat you to death, you scoundrel!” After hearing this, Mr. Taylor swung his arm to punch me. I nimbly dodged, causing him to stumble and nearly crash headfirst into the hospital bed. “He’s been making up lies and slandering Alana since earlier. He’s just jealous that our Alana is making more money and becoming famous as a teacher now. Marrying our daughter was like a toad getting lucky and eating swan meat for him.” “That’s right, I know my own daughter. Alana is such a pure and innocent girl. If she could do something like that, I’d jump out this window right now!” Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were extremely agitated, convinced I was a despicable person trying to frame their daughter. It made sense. They were originally a family that favored sons over daughters. Their son had been kicked out of college for fighting, and now all three of them were leeching off Alana. Alana cared too much about keeping up appearances and always gave in to their demands. In the past when my business was doing well, I had turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. But after my company ran into trouble, her brother went from eagerly parking my car whenever I visited the in-laws, to now sarcastically mocking me even when I just came over for a meal. They were truly fair-weather friends. “Who is Alana Taylor?” While Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were ranting at me, a police officer walked in. “Oh Officer! Please take this vile man who keeps spewing filth away! He’s the one bullying our daughter and causing her to lose her legs!” The police officer ignored my mother-in-law and walked straight to my wife’s bedside, pulling out photos printed from surveillance footage. “This is you in the photos, right?”

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In my dream, I was chained and collared. A tall man gazed at me with an almost manic look in his eyes, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. “My puppy…” he whispered. “Don’t try to escape me.” I woke up with a start. I had heard from a coworker that the new general manager was mixed-race and supposedly very handsome. We were going to meet him this afternoon. When I saw that face, identical to the one in my dream, the blood in my body seemed to freeze instantly. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Then I saw the man smile at me before turning to greet everyone else. “Hello everyone, I’m Maxwell.” I remained stiff, not daring to move an inch. I opened my eyes to find darkness all around me. The damp, gloomy atmosphere made me frown. I raised my hand, hearing the sound of chains rattling. The cold touch made me uneasy, and I began to assess my current situation. I was restrained by chains on my hands and feet, unable to move. There was also a collar around my neck. This feeling of being trapped made me very uncomfortable. Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes on the floor appeared, getting louder and softer. I tensed up, cold sweat dripping from my forehead. After about ten seconds, a pair of leather shoes appeared in my line of sight. I looked up to check the person’s appearance, and when our eyes met, my body froze. The man before me had thin lips and wore a black suit. His tall, muscular frame fit the suit perfectly, showing off his flawless physique. Just as I was about to speak, my chin was grabbed. “Mmph!” The man’s eyes darkened. “Who… are you? Why are you here?” I wanted to say I didn’t know either, but the hand on my chin was like an iron clamp, not giving me any chance to speak. Just when I was about to suffocate, the man finally let go. I gasped for air, my eyes fixed on him. He was quite handsome, just not very human-like. As I was sizing him up, the man was also examining me. When I finally caught my breath, I spoke, “I don’t know where I came from. Do you know where this is?” The man replied in a deep voice, “This is my home.” His tone implied that I was trespassing. I: “…” I was about to speak again when a familiar sound suddenly rang in my ears. “Ding ding ding ding ding—” The sound of the alarm clock woke me up. As I recalled the scene just now, it felt as real as if it had actually happened. At first, I thought it was just a nightmare, but on the second night… Seeing the man appear before him again, my body stiffened, and I didn’t even dare to speak. The man simply leaned down and gently sucked on my earlobe, looking down to observe my reaction. My ears were very sensitive, and I would never let anyone touch them normally. But now, with someone holding it in their mouth, my reaction was intense. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard a soft chuckle. That laugh made my face even redder. “Don’t… don’t touch my ears…” I protested weakly, but the person on top of me didn’t stop at all. I wanted to speak again, but my open mouth was filled with two fingers, gently stirring inside. “Mmph!!” I was forced to keep my mouth open, tears welling up in my eyes from the physical reaction. “Be good, don’t resist.” … I suddenly opened my eyes in bed, gasping for air. It was still dark outside, and the dim room reminded me of the scene in my dream. My face instantly turned red. There was a sticky feeling down below. I lifted the covers to look. “…” I ran off to wash my underwear, my ears burning red. At the same time, in another place, Maxwell got out of bed with a dark expression and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom, hot water poured over Maxwell’s body as he recalled the dream he just had. He felt like a spectator, watching himself make love to the man he had dreamed about yesterday. Was he really so desperate that even his dreams were about this? The recent events were indeed strange. Maxwell changed into his clothes, not bothering to go back to sleep. He directly opened his phone to search. [What does it mean to dream about the same person two days in a row?] The search results were varied and unreliable. Maxwell irritably closed his phone and got into bed, starting to ponder… I was still doing the same as usual, ordering takeout after work and lying on the couch scrolling through videos. I came across a video about formal wear, and suddenly some erotic images flashed through my mind. The phone fell onto the carpet with a muffled thud. My voice, gritting my teeth, echoed through the living room. “Caleb, you’re hopeless!” That night, I fell asleep again. Familiar place, familiar chains and collar. I felt like I was getting used to it. The man walked in. This time, he didn’t make any physical contact with me. The strange atmosphere made me a bit uneasy. The man knelt down, looking at me with an almost manic gaze. He buried his head in my neck, constantly inhaling my scent. It tickled a bit, but I didn’t dare move. The man’s current state scared me a little. The man’s low voice sounded strange in this dark, damp basement. “My puppy…” “Are you going to leave me too?” I turned my head with difficulty to look the man in the eye, but the emotion in his eyes made me pause. Was he… sad? A pain made me look down. A knife gleaming with a silver light entered my vision. Before losing consciousness, I heard the man’s vicious voice. “Don’t try to escape me.”

“Ah!” I woke up startled, cold sweat dripping from my forehead. The pain felt too real. The suffocating feeling of death made me fearful. I gasped for air, taking a long time to come back to my senses. I didn’t know what to say. The events in the dream were too bizarre. I opened my phone and saw that the gossip group I was in was chatting. They’re still not asleep at this hour? “New general manager? Mixed-race? And very handsome???” I looked at the messages popping up in the chat, picking out the keywords, feeling a bit confused. Whatever, I’ll see him this afternoon anyway. I didn’t feel excited; I still hadn’t recovered from the dream just now. Just thinking about being stabbed made me feel pain. On the other side, Maxwell woke up. Today he didn’t dream about that person again, and he felt a bit empty inside. But Maxwell quickly adjusted his state, preparing to wash up and go to the new company in the afternoon. The morning passed quickly. I was holding my lunch box when the conversation from the break room reached my ears. “I saw him! I saw him! He’s really incredibly handsome! Great body, handsome face, I feel like my HP is about to be cleared.” “Really?” Another person obviously didn’t quite believe it. “Oh come on, you’ll see for yourself this afternoon!” I quickly finished my meal and walked back to my seat, thinking about what to do after work tonight. Lost in thought, time passed quickly, and soon it was time to get off work. However, I received an order from my superior. “…We have to go welcome the new general manager?” I was speechless but had to obey. The location was a somewhat hidden barbecue restaurant, not easy to find. I circled around a few times before finding it. I silently prayed that the food would be good… Actually, it was nothing special, just eating some food and waiting for the main character to arrive. But the main character seemed to be late. I didn’t care, I was about to stuff a skewer of beef into my mouth when the door of the private room opened. I heard the rising and falling gasps around me and looked up, meeting the eyes of the man who walked in. For a moment, I felt like I was back in that dark, damp basement, with shackles on my hands. I felt like the blood in my body froze instantly. I held my breath, my hand involuntarily starting to tremble.

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I was the beautiful teacher, the unattainable dream for countless students. But the boy I’d bent over backwards to help drugged me. As I hazily mumbled “honey,” his hand slithered under my blouse. Afterward, he couldn’t stop bragging, spreading our intimate videos like wildfire. “Dream girl? Please. I’ve had her. Nothing special.” I plummeted from a pedestal to rock bottom. Soon after, my husband divorced me, my parents became social pariahs, and the school kicked me to the curb. Crushed by the online witch hunt, I took a swan dive off the school’s roof. Then I woke up. I’d gone back in time to the day that boy first transferred to our class. There I was again, standing before my senior class, donning that familiar bohemian dress and white sandals, the epitome of grace. Still the young, drop-dead gorgeous literature teacher. We had a new kid joining us, a charity case. Today was his first day. The moment he shuffled in, all eyes locked onto him, hushed whispers erupting. “Jesus, he looks like he crawled out of a horror movie. What a disappointment.” “I’m not trying to be mean, but I might be sick. Seriously, no offense.” He hobbled in with a noticeable limp. His sallow face was a maze of acne scars, topped off with a nose like a bulbous potato and a mole the size of a quarter underneath. “H-hey everyone. I’m the new guy. Hope we can get along.” As he stammered out his greeting, his eyes never left me. My breath caught in my throat. Ethan Springs. A name that would haunt me for a thousand lifetimes, each syllable dripping with venom. In my past life, I’d pitied this poor, crippled kid. I’d torn into anyone who dared bully him, bought him new clothes, taught him how to carry himself, told him to keep his chin up. But on one stormy night, Ethan Springs stalked me home. Like an idiot, I let him in out of the rain. He repaid me by slipping something in my drink. As I lay on the couch in a daze, calling out for my husband, his shaky hands fumbled with my buttons. Then everything went black. I was helpless as a newborn kitten. I woke up the next day, my body a canvas of bruises. Panicked, I ran to the cops, but the little snake had vanished into thin air. For days, I was a nervous wreck, jumping at shadows. Then I saw it. The high-def video making the rounds in every group chat, captioned: “Some dream girl. I’ve had her. Nothing to write home about.” The woman in the video was me, whimpering, sobbing, begging. In an instant, the internet exploded. See, I’d gone viral before when someone snapped a candid of me. The internet had dubbed me “The Girl Next Door” and “The Unattainable Dream.” #DreamTeacherSeducesStudent #DisgraceToTheProfession He never stepped up to take responsibility. Instead, he skulked in the shadows, giggling like a creep, sending me anonymous texts: “Miss Sophie, now we’re both in the gutter. Be with me. I’ll treat you right.” In the end, I couldn’t take the cyber lynch mob. I climbed to the school’s roof and took the plunge. I was three months pregnant at the time. From everyone’s dream girl to public enemy number one, I’d hit rock bottom. But now, as I stood at that familiar podium again, eyeing the boy in the back row, I felt the gears of fate starting to turn. This was my shot at redemption. He looked up at me, his accent thick as molasses: “‘The bubbling spring is voiceless in its flow; In shadow of the trees, a fountain plays.’ Miss, I’m… I’m Ethan. Ethan Springs.” The class erupted in jeers. “Dude, are you for real? You know our teacher’s name is Miss Sophie Summers, right?” He froze for a second, then flashed me a shy smile.

Our eyes met, and a chill ran down my spine. I forced myself to stay cool. After all, in this life, he was clueless. I could still nip this in the bud. “We’ve got a new face. Anyone want to be his desk buddy?” He’d started school late, already twenty and built like a linebacker. Not to mention his face looked like it’d been through a meat grinder. The class went dead silent. Nobody was jumping at the chance. Then Megan, our class rep, raised her hand. “Miss Summers, as class rep, I should set an example. I’ll sit with the new kid.” Looking at Megan’s kind, honest face, I saw a mirror of my past self. I coldly replied: “I hear your grades were pretty shabby before you transferred. Wouldn’t want to hold Megan back. Why don’t you grab that empty seat in the back?” There were plenty of open spots, but I’d chosen the most blatantly unfair option. He looked bewildered, like he couldn’t believe I was not only giving him the cold shoulder but actively throwing him under the bus. Ethan’s lips twitched, and he mumbled under his breath. “How… Miss Summers looks so gentle. How could she discriminate against me too?” Every word out of his mouth sent shivers down my spine. After class, I practically sprinted back to the staff room. My back was drenched in cold sweat, but I didn’t even notice as I gulped down scalding tea. My mind was racing. Should I quit now? Run away? I’d fought tooth and nail for this teaching position. How many sleepless nights had I spent studying to land this gig? They never let teachers switch classes in the final year, not with college entrance exams looming. Why should I give up everything because of him? I sat there in a daze until it was time to clock out. Jack came to pick me up, waiting in his car outside the school gates for half an hour. When he saw me coming down the steps, he rushed to open the door, pulling me into his arms. “Babe, you look awful. What’s wrong?” As I breathed in his familiar, warm scent, I finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Jack and I had always been rock solid. In my past life, our “divorce” was just a front to shield me from the online hate mob. He whisked me away to a new city where we could start fresh. Later, when he saw how broken I was, he even went after Ethan with a knife. But Ethan used his grandma as a human shield. Jack got played. He ended up bleeding out on the pavement. Now, looking at Jack’s handsome face, still untouched by tragedy, I wiped away my tears and forced a smile. “It’s nothing. Just feeling a bit under the weather. Let’s go home.” Jack was having none of it. He grabbed my hand and made a beeline for the hospital. I couldn’t talk him out of it. An hour later, the rush blood test results came back. I was pregnant. Turns out, I was already carrying Jack’s baby at this point in time. When he found out I was pregnant, Jack swept me up in his arms, spinning me around. “Babe, this is amazing! We’re going to have a little one of our own!” “I hope it’s a girl. I’d love to raise a mini-Sophie, she’d be as beautiful and sweet as you.” I smiled through my tears, making a silent vow. This time, I’d protect our hard-earned happiness at all costs. The next day, I went to class as usual. My voice was hoarse from yesterday, so I brought a clip-on mic. The amplified sound drowned out all the messy emotions. I didn’t even glance at that corner, just taught my lesson like nothing was wrong. Things stayed quiet for a few days. Then, on Thursday afternoon, right after my last class, as I was heading back to the staff room. A group of girls were helping Ethan along, blocking my path. He’d clearly been roughed up. He reeked of toilet water, covered in bruises, his limp more pronounced than ever. But I knew better. This pitiful act was just a mask for the monster underneath. He was actually pretty strong, but he never fought back. He’d let the bullies have their way, never making a peep. His fingernails were long and grimy. His left hand was a mess, skin peeled off his index finger, the wound looking nasty. “Miss Summers, Ethan got beat up! The skin on his finger’s hanging off. What should we do?” The girls in our class were always ready to play hero, standing up for the underdog. Ethan gazed at me with puppy dog eyes, his nose scrunched up in pain, the sheen of oil on it making me want to gag. “Help me, Miss… please.” I was about to brush them off, tell them to take him to the nurse’s office, when our class monitor, Jenny, called out to me. “Miss Summers, don’t you have a first aid kit in your office? The nurse’s office is so far. Maybe we could patch him up real quick?” I paused, looking at his pleading eyes and his bleeding finger. Just then, the bell rang for the next class. I nodded. “Alright, come with me. The rest of you, get to class.” Ethan’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk. He followed me to the office. It was class time, so the place was deserted. I casually opened the first aid kit, pulling out alcohol, tweezers, and gauze. “Sit down. I’ll bandage you up.” The wind rustled the curtains, making the seashell wind chimes by the window tinkle softly. I gently cleaned his wound. He suddenly blushed. I asked, “What’s wrong?” “Miss Summers, you’re… you’re really pretty.” Ethan’s face turned beet red as he stammered out the compliment. Then his eyes glazed over, and I realized he was staring at my collarbone. While he was distracted, I smiled and plunged his entire finger into the bottle of alcohol. The skinned finger, raw and bloody, was now submerged in the nearly full bottle of medical-grade alcohol. “We need to disinfect it properly, okay?” He was horrified, trying to pull away, his face contorted in extreme pain. “It hurts! Miss, it really hurts!” But I kept smiling, gripping his wrist tightly, refusing to let go. The bottle’s narrow opening had practically swallowed his finger. I held it there until the blood turned the entire bottle of alcohol red. He’d bitten his lip bloody, eyes bulging, staring at me in utter shock. For the first time, I saw real hatred in his eyes.

But what he didn’t know was that in this life, I was a psycho who was all sunshine and rainbows to everyone else, but pure evil to him. His injury was bad enough that the school nurse sent him to the hospital. For the next few days, Ethan came to school with his hand all wrapped up. He tried hard in my class, always raising his hand to answer questions. I ignored him completely. Even when he won first prize in the school’s computer competition, bringing glory to our class, I didn’t say a word. The look in his eyes went from eager to dark. He once came to ask me directly: “Miss Summers, why don’t you ever acknowledge my efforts, no matter how hard I try?” I swiveled slightly in my office chair, not even looking at him. If compassion and kindness only bred betrayal, then in this life, I didn’t mind being the villain. As long as I could protect myself. “Because you don’t deserve it. Some things can’t be changed by effort alone, like your disgusting inner self, which is even uglier than your face.” Even now, I had good reason to say this. Just a few days ago, on my way home from work, I’d caught him torturing a stray cat. By the time I found them, the little white cat was already lifeless, scalded by boiling water. He’d smiled and said, “This haughty little cat scratched me. How could a cat be nobler than a human?” Now, Ethan glared at me with hatred, his hands clenching under his sleeves. I didn’t care. I kept giving him the cold shoulder. Even the head teacher noticed, frowning as he reminded me: “Sophie, teachers should treat all students equally. We shouldn’t be harsh on special cases, we should give them extra care.” But I didn’t mince words, saying right in front of Ethan: “What’s so special about him? He has hands and feet, he’s mentally sound. If we give him special treatment, is that fair to the other students?” He started to hate me, spreading rumors about me having a wild private life, seducing the principal, that sort of thing. But on the surface, he’d still flash me a grin and say hi when he saw me. As autumn turned to winter, Ethan started wearing shabby coats and ripped jeans, sticking out like a sore thumb. I’d heard he was orphaned young, raised by his grandma who spoiled him rotten. On my 25th birthday, I won the city’s Outstanding Teacher award. Double celebration. I had a great rapport with my students. This was the job I’d always dreamed of. Several students chipped in to buy me a huge, gorgeous bouquet. I accepted with a big smile. “Megan, Jenny, you both made the top ten in the recent mock exam. Didn’t you two want to be desk buddies before? I was worried you’d chat too much and fall behind, but now, go for it.” “Travis, your literature score’s looking up. Try to shift some focus from science and math to memorizing more poetry. Easy points, right?” As I was chatting with the students, I spotted an uninvited guest in the crowd. Ethan had brought me flowers too. Whether by accident or design, it was a single white rose, its petals crushed and oozing sap. Hideous. “Miss Summers, I saved up my allowance for a week to buy this for you. You have to like it, okay?” He held it out to me, hope shining in his eyes. My smile vanished. In front of all the teachers and students in the office, I picked it up with a tissue and dropped it on the floor. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Filthy.” Ethan’s lips quivered, but he bent down to pick up the flower without a word and walked away. The dark look in his eyes sent chills down my spine. But I didn’t look back. I wasn’t afraid of his hatred. He always preyed on those weaker than him, cowering before the strong.

Jack had earned a black belt in Taekwondo in his spare time. I’d picked up some self-defense moves from him, just in case. When I got home, my husband was waiting with a massive bouquet of roses, his voice soft and loving. “Happy birthday to my award-winning teacher, my beautiful Sophie!” Despite my excitement, I put on a sour face, feigning disappointment. Sure enough, over our candlelit dinner, Jack brought up his upcoming research trip abroad. “This research opportunity is crucial for my career advancement. Babe, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you for these two months.” He sighed. My adamant refusal took him by surprise. I knew he wouldn’t believe in time travel or reincarnation. So instead, I said: “Jack, I had this awful dream the other day. After you left, someone broke into our home and… and tortured me. When you came back to avenge me, knife in hand, they killed you instead.” “Our family of three was destroyed, but the culprit got away scot-free.” “That’s impossible. We live in a society governed by law. Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit unstable lately.” He clasped my hand, concern etched on his face. In the end, after my relentless pleading, Jack decided to stay, giving up his research opportunity out of worry for me. I felt guilty about hindering his career, but it was getting close. That stormy night when Ethan would break into my home and ruin everything. Even though my attitude towards him was completely different this time, I couldn’t risk fate playing a cruel joke on me. I remembered clearly it was on a Friday. Ethan had followed me after school, begging me to let him in to escape the rain. But tonight, Jack was stuck in traffic and couldn’t make it home after work. After several unanswered calls, I started to get anxious. Soon, Jack sent me a text. “Honey, there are accidents all over due to the heavy rain. The highway’s jammed, I can’t get back. They’re not letting us use phones. Don’t wait up, okay?” By 10:30 PM, there was still no knock at the door. The rain was coming down harder, drowning out my chaotic thoughts. My taut nerves finally relaxed a bit. I was finally feeling sleepy, my body covered in cold sweat. I decided to take a shower and go to bed. The hot water felt good on my skin. In the bathroom mirror, I saw my reflection – delicate features, a straight nose, big doe eyes with long lashes, hinting at sensuality. I caressed my still-flat belly. Jack always said I was beautiful, and he wasn’t bad looking himself. Our baby would surely be a little angel. Lost in thought, I grabbed a towel to dry off. Just then, in the steamy mirror, a dark, grinning face appeared behind me, limping closer. It was Ethan! Sheer terror washed over me. This wasn’t a hallucination. He’d cracked my home security system. In my past life, when I’d let him in to escape the rain, he’d seen my door code. This time, to avoid bad luck, I’d changed the locks and even installed a reinforced security door. Only my fingerprint and Jack’s could open it. Had all my precautions been for nothing? Was I doomed to relive this nightmare? A cold, mud-caked hand reached in. I screamed, but my waist was suddenly gripped tight, another hand sliding upwards. “Miss Summers, it’s raining outside. I’m so cold. Can you… can you hold me?”

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The day I coughed up blood during my mukbang stream, my viewer count hit 100,000 for the first time. My brother burst into the frame and slapped me across the face. My boyfriend stood by and said, “She’s just faking the blood to get more views.” Because of this, I was cyberbullied. Some people even made voodoo dolls of me. But what they didn’t know was that I had been diagnosed with stomach cancer two months ago. Later, I livestreamed to let everyone witness my passing. The viewer count skyrocketed to 3 million. My brother and boyfriend raced to the hospital at 200 mph. … I guess it was because I ate too much, but I couldn’t control myself and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The viewer count quickly soared past 100,000. The comments were filled with concerned messages. It seems there are still people in this world who care about me. I was happy. With high viewership like this, I could make it to the top rankings and get the bonus. Then I could arrange a nice funeral for myself. Just as I was about to speak, a hard slap landed on my face. For a moment, I thought I had already ascended to heaven. After all, I was seeing stars. “She’s just faking the blood to get more views,” Lucas’s voice rang out. I turned to look at him. His face was cold and indifferent, while my brother Jack stood beside him, glaring at me angrily. He was the one who had slapped me. “That’s right, don’t believe her. Go follow Tiffany instead. She doesn’t fake things like this.” How ridiculous. I’m coughing up blood, and they’re still promoting Tiffany. “I’m not faking it,” I said, trying hard to speak through the stabbing pain in my stomach. But by now, the tone of the comments had completely changed. The viewers who had been concerned for me just moments ago were now hurling insults. [Damn it, I really thought she was sick.] [She’s so disgusting. Let’s go watch Tiffany’s stream instead.] [Yeah, everyone go like Tiffany’s stream!] Soon, my viewer count dropped by more than half. Then my stream was shut down. Someone had reported me for fraud. I wouldn’t be getting the bonus today. My dream of arranging a nice funeral for myself was shattered. “Hurry up and clean that blood off you. It’s disgusting to look at!” my brother Jack said, looking at me with revulsion. Of course, Lucas wouldn’t show any concern for me either. Because in their eyes, I was just faking the blood. “Ruby, Tiffany’s mom is sick. She needs this bonus money more than you do. Don’t blame us for being harsh today when you’re trying to compete with her,” Lucas said, his voice cold as ice. Who would have thought that this was the boyfriend who had been with me for five years? The one who used to constantly profess his love and promise to marry me. Now he was speaking up for my so-called best friend. After they left, I coughed up another mouthful of blood. The white floor tiles were covered in bright red blood. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had told me two months ago. “Don’t you have any family members?” he had asked. “They’re all dead to me,” I had replied nonchalantly, sucking on a lollipop as I looked at the doctor. He seemed taken aback. He wasn’t the first person to react that way. Every time, people thought I was joking. But in my heart, my family and friends might as well be dead. My best friend had hooked up with my boyfriend in my own room. Then she hooked up with my brother. After that, she told them that I had nearly gotten her killed to win a streaming bonus. They all believed her and felt sorry for her. Even my mom thought she was more suitable to be her daughter. Because she was considerate and thoughtful. While I was useless at everything and had even caused my dad’s death years ago. Everyone hated me, so I might as well consider them dead. I was sick, and I didn’t want to bother them. “You have stomach cancer. You have six months at most,” the doctor had said gravely. “But there’s still hope if you start treatment aggressively.” I bit down on the lollipop, crushing it. At that moment, my mom sent me a message on Snapchat. [Today is the anniversary of your father’s death. I don’t want to see you. Don’t come home.] I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve always been a sinful person. Might as well just die then. Later, Tiffany somehow found out about my illness. It was my birthday. She came to my room, smiling viciously. “You have cancer, don’t you? Were you planning to tell them? Just watch, I’ll make everyone hate you!” Then, during dinner, she told everyone she had seen me hiring someone to forge a stomach cancer diagnosis. She showed them the forged document. My mom, brother, and Lucas all believed her.

My mom was so angry she slapped me right then and there. My brother threw the cake he had bought for me into the trash. Lucas said, “You’re disgusting.” From then on, they all thought I was a lying bitch. I tried to explain, but they wouldn’t believe me. “We’re going out to eat,” Lucas suddenly came back in and said. He saw the blood on the floor and frowned deeply. “Ruby, can you stop pretending? It’s only going to make us hate you more.” I looked up at his chiseled face. We had grown up together, been childhood sweethearts. We went to college together, started working together. He used to say, “I want to be with Ruby for the rest of my life.” But not long ago, he had hooked up with Tiffany. In my own room, the two of them were tangled up together. I was so disgusted I kept throwing up, but his explanation was that it was just a drunken mistake, he didn’t mean to cheat. “Lucas, let’s break up,” I said calmly as I wiped the blood from my mouth. His pupils constricted as he rushed over and gripped my shoulders. “Is it because I interrupted your stream today?” “Ruby, can’t you be more kind? You’re so fortunate – you have a brother, you have me, and your family is well-off.” “But Tiffany has nothing. She even has a sick mother.” I laughed bitterly. Me, fortunate? My brother hates me, my boyfriend betrayed me, and even if I told my mom I was sick, she wouldn’t give me money for treatment. Is that what you call fortunate? “I still want to break up with you,” I continued. The pain in my stomach was getting worse. Last week, the doctor had told me I couldn’t keep binge eating like this. Otherwise, I’d be dead within a month. But I still needed money. Before I died, I just wanted to use this body to earn a bit more. I wanted to hold a grand funeral for myself. I never had a good life, so I wanted to leave this world in style. It would be my final gift to myself. “Fine. If that’s what you want, we’re done,” Lucas said as he stormed out. A moment later, I received a Snapchat message from Tiffany. [How did it feel today?] [Haha, the people you love most all turned against you.] I didn’t reply. I just took a screenshot of our chat history. My photo album was already full of our chat logs. I hoped that one day, everyone would see the truth. … I cleaned myself up and went to a house. Whenever I felt down, I would come here. This is where my adopted 10-year-old sister, Chloe, lived. Her name had “pearl” in it, just like mine. She was pitiful, abandoned by her family at an amusement park. I felt we were similar, so I adopted her as my sister. “Big sis, you’re here! I got my final exam results. I got perfect scores!” she exclaimed, throwing herself into my arms as soon as I opened the door. I patted her head. “Chloe is so smart. Do you want big sis to take you out for a nice meal?” She didn’t know I had stomach cancer. I didn’t want her to know either. Telling people about these things only makes everyone unhappy. “Yes! Let’s go to KFC!” “Okay.” Whenever I rewarded her, we always went to KFC. But I would never take her to McDonald’s. Because I couldn’t eat there. I would never be able to eat there again. After we arrived, I placed our order. Not long after ordering, my brother and Tiffany suddenly walked in. Tiffany saw me and covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh my god, Ruby, you have a child?” I really wanted to sew her mouth shut. It was so foul. My brother walked over and angrily demanded, “Whose child is this?” “Hello, I’m big sister’s little sister, Chloe. She adopted me,” Chloe answered politely. Hearing this, they fell silent. But my brother quickly started mocking me again: “You’re always saying you’re sick, but here you are eating KFC. Ruby, you really are just a lying bitch.” With that, he left with Tiffany. Halfway through the meal, my stomach suddenly started hurting badly again, and I coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. “Ah! Big sis, what’s wrong?” Chloe cried out, quickly hugging me. I was in so much pain, I felt disoriented. “I… I’m fine,” I managed to say. Just then, I saw my brother rush over to check on me. How ridiculous. Didn’t he think I was faking it? Why would he come to check on me now? The next time I woke up, I was in the hospital. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was slapped hard across the face again.

I opened my eyes to see my brother glaring at me furiously. “Had enough of your act yet?” “You knew Tiffany and I were going to KFC, so you deliberately coughed up blood in front of us, right?” “Don’t hit my big sister!” Chloe rushed over and pushed him away. “Chloe, come here,” I called out softly. Chloe obediently took my hand. Then I looked up at my brother, who had come from the same womb as me. My face stung from the slap, and my heart felt like it was shattering. I had been rushed to the hospital, yet no one had told him about my condition? He was a doctor too. If he had examined me carefully, he would surely have seen how ill I was. “Get out,” I said quietly. He gritted his teeth in anger. “Ruby, you’ve really gone too far this time!” He raised his hand to hit me again. “Brother,” I called out to him. He froze. I hadn’t called him that in so long, not since Tiffany had slandered me. This was the first time I had called him “brother” in a long time, and it would be the last. “Let’s cut ties.” “In your eyes, I’m a sinner, I’m a liar, so I don’t want to upset you anymore.” I never thought there would come a day when we’d be like this. After all, he used to cherish me above all else. Everyone knew that the Gu family had a rough son, but he was incredibly gentle when it came to his sister. He really was good to me back then. When I had a fever, he would stay up all night to take care of me. He would buy me whatever I wanted. Once on my birthday, I casually mentioned wanting to go to Nanjing Road in Shanghai, and he drove me there overnight. He used to tell me, “Ruby, big brother will protect you for life.” Until Tiffany appeared, and everything changed. “Say that again!” my brother clenched his fists in anger. “I said, let’s cut ties.” “From now on, I don’t have you as a brother, and you don’t have me as a sister.” I don’t need family, and I don’t want family like them. “Fine. You said it,” he stormed out, slamming the door. Just then, a young man in a white coat walked in. I glanced at the name tag on his coat. He was an intern named Dr. Sean. He came over and adjusted my IV drip to slow it down. “This should make you feel a bit better,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied. Then I looked at Chloe beside me. Her eyes were red, and her face was full of concern. “Big sis, are you really sick?” Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably. “Big sis is fine. Can you go home first? I’ll come back soon, okay?” She was always obedient. She nodded and left with her backpack. After she left, Dr. Sean sighed. “Your condition isn’t good right now. You need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy, otherwise you won’t have much time left.” “Then I’ll do the chemo,” I said. I had originally planned to use the bonus money to find a place to end things myself. But now the bonus was gone. That night, Lucas came to see me. He was holding a bag of my favorite fruits. “I heard from the doctor that it’s nothing serious. Come home, and stop fighting with your brother.” I had told Dr. Sean not to tell anyone about my condition without my permission. So he hadn’t told Lucas either. I used to want them to know so badly, but now I didn’t want them to find out too soon. “First of all, we’ve already broken up.” “Secondly, what does my relationship with my brother have to do with you?” His face darkened. “Ruby, everyone has been so good to you. Why do you have to be so difficult?” Good to me? How laughable. Was that what they called being good to me? “Can you just get out?” I said. “Looking at you makes me sick.” Seeing him just reminded me of how he and Tiffany had been kissing passionately in bed. It was truly disgusting and nauseating. As soon as I said this, my brother suddenly burst in. “Ruby, you’ve really gone too far this time,” he shouted as he rushed over and slapped me again. The force was strong this time, and my ears rang for a moment. My brother never used to hit me or even raise his voice at me. But at some point, he had become quick-tempered and started getting physical with me. “We’ve already given you a way out, and you’re still throwing a tantrum.” “Fine. You don’t want me as your brother? I don’t want you as my jinx of a sister either.” Lucas shook his head at me in disappointment and left. The people who used to treat me so well were now leaving me one by one. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want them anymore either. The next day, my brother came again. He was wearing his white coat and holding a McDonald’s bag. When I saw the McDonald’s logo, my face turned pale. “Get out. I’m not eating that,” I said. But he replied, “Today is the anniversary of Dad’s death. Didn’t you always love eating McDonald’s on this day? I’ll let you eat your fill.” Then he rushed over and started shoving the food into my mouth. The greasy fried chicken slid down my throat and into my stomach. I was reminded of what happened years ago. Without warning, I vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. I desperately pressed the emergency call button. Dr. Sean quickly rushed in and punched my brother hard. “Are you crazy? Don’t you know she has stomach cancer?” he yelled.

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