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My name is Camila Schmidt. My fiancé Anton Reeds keeps a woman named Nora Richards in his private estate. She bears a striking resemblance to how I looked in my younger days. He buys her the most expensive jewelry, takes her on private jet trips around the world, yet never allows her to step within my sight. Everyone in our circle knows I’m his bottom line. He even assigned four bodyguards to my cat simply because I once casually mentioned being “afraid it might get lost.” But this time, emboldened by Anton’s affection, Nora began openly provoking me. She inserted a video of her and Anton in bed into our wedding presentation. She said, “Ms. Schmidt, I know I’m just a kept woman, but Mr. Reeds has been replacing your daily vitamins with sleeping pills just to see me. During these days of preparing for your wedding, he’s been increasing the dosage to make you take them, all so he could be intimate with me.” That moment, I finally understood that the young man who once would have done anything for me had long since changed. I wiped away my tears, turned off the video, and dialed a number that had been gathering dust. I said, “In seven days, I want to turn my wedding into a funeral, so he’ll never find me again.” ***** The call had barely ended when Anton burst through the door in a panic. He said, “Camila, did I do something wrong? Why did you sell the wedding dress I designed for you myself?” His voice trembled as he pulled out several gowns he’d bought back, his expression complex. I didn’t respond, just watched him quietly. Every time Anton cheated, he would personally design a new dress for me. Including the one he’d just started sketching three days ago on our anniversary—still unfinished—there were twelve in total. I smiled softly. Once, I considered these dresses symbols of love. I thought they were how he, as a top designer, expressed his affection. Now I knew they were just his way of compensating for betrayal with guilt. “I just felt they were getting outdated,” I said calmly, leaving no trace of suspicion. Anton frowned slightly but still pulled me into his embrace. He asked, “Camila, is everything really okay?” Seeing me shake my head, he finally relaxed, his voice tender as he declared his love: “Camila, don’t worry. No matter how this world changes, I’ll always love you the same way.” Hearing this ridiculous sweet talk, I merely curved my lips slightly without responding. He tactfully ended the topic, turning to tie on an apron and playing the role of the devoted homebody lover as usual. However, before the first dish even hit the pan, his phone started ringing. I watched the busy figure in the kitchen and deliberately raised my voice: “Anton, someone’s calling you.” “Could you answer it for me?” he replied instinctively. I raised an eyebrow at the caller ID showing “Customer” and pressed accept. “Mr. Reeds, when are you coming to see me?” A sickeningly sweet voice came through the moment the call connected. At the same time, Anton rushed out of the kitchen, spatula in hand. Seeming to realize his reaction was too intense, he smiled somewhat guiltily: “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a work issue.” He reached for the phone while speaking, his expression growing more panicked when he saw the caller ID. I handed him the phone with an indifferent expression: “The call just connected, but they haven’t said anything yet.” He quickly took back the phone, hung up, and avoided eye contact. He asked, “Camila, you really didn’t hear anything?” I nodded: “If you’re busy with work, I can just grab something simple to eat. You should handle it first.” This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Anton nodded, came over to hug me: “There really is something at the studio. I’ll come back after I handle it. You eat first.” I didn’t expose the dismissiveness in his words, just nodded again. The moment the door closed, rain began falling without warning. My phone also showed a new message. 【Ms. Schmidt, even though you’re about to get married, didn’t Mr. Reeds still abandon you in a storm and rush out to find me because of one word from me?】 In that moment, my heart turned completely cold. Anton’s choice had already revealed everything—the true answer in his heart. I stood up, opened my phone contacts, composed a message, and sent it. 【In seven days, please help me fake my death and escape. I’ve already figured out how I want to die.】 Seven days from now would be my wedding day, and also the day I decided to leave.

That night, Anton didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he’d be staying at the studio for the next few days to handle work. In the days that followed, I never received another message from Anton. But it didn’t matter—Nora always kept me updated on Anton’s whereabouts. They went mountain climbing together, embracing and kissing at sunrise. They watched the ocean side by side, whispering sweet nothings under the sunset. Anton even took her to Hawaii, the place I’d always wanted to visit, where they made love. Two days before the wedding, they went through an entire box of condoms. Only then did Anton finally come home. He brought me a pair of wedding rings he’d designed himself, gently pulling me into his arms. He said, “Camila, I’m sorry. There’s been so much going on at the company lately that I haven’t been able to spend proper time with you. These are the wedding rings I personally designed for you. After the wedding, I’ll take you to Hawaii for our honeymoon—the place you’ve always wanted to go.” I didn’t expose his lies, just looked up at him numbly. “I don’t want to go to Hawaii anymore.” Hearing this, Anton froze for a moment, then smiled and pulled me closer. “That’s fine, I’ll go along with whatever you want. We’ll go wherever you’d like.” His voice was gentle as he said, “Just thinking that in two days I’ll be able to marry you makes me so excited I can’t sleep. I never imagined that the promise I made at eighteen could actually be fulfilled now that I’m twenty-five.” His eyes still sparkled as brightly as they had when he was eighteen, but my heart no longer raced the way it used to. The heavy cologne he wore carried a faint hint of jasmine, making me feel dizzy. My eyes began to sting. Memories flashed through my mind one by one. At eighteen that winter, I lost both my parents, and my life suddenly plunged into darkness. That’s when Anton appeared. He burst into my world radiating light, pulling me out of the abyss. He told me, “Camila, don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side. If your world is nothing but darkness, then I’ll be your light.” From that moment on, someone named Anton became part of my life. To protect that last glimmer of light, I had once given everything for him without hesitation. Back then, the head of the Reeds family was a notorious womanizer who, besides Anton, had two other illegitimate sons. Anton’s path to inheritance wasn’t smooth. The day before he was to officially take over, those two illegitimate sons had him kidnapped. To save him, I desperately threw myself in front of him and was stabbed. As a result, I have a gruesome ten-centimeter scar across my chest. After that incident, those who had once looked down on me changed their tune, respectfully calling me Anton’s fiancée and truly accepting me. And every time we made love, Anton would look at the scar on my chest and cry from heartbreak. But I felt my heart overflow with sweetness, believing it was proof of my love for him. The happier I smiled, the more heartbroken he cried. But now, everything has changed. I raised my hand to gently touch the spot on my chest. This scar—I don’t want to keep it anymore. And Anton—I don’t want him anymore either.

That night, as soon as I lay down in bed, Anton moved closer to me. The moment his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, I caught it. “I’m a bit tired,” I said, turning away from him and fighting back nausea. I knew perfectly well that Anton had been with plenty of women over the years. Those women all bore some resemblance to who I used to be—whether in appearance, personality, or voice. I knew Anton didn’t love them, and he didn’t love me either. What he truly loved was the memory of that bright, radiant Camila who was willing to sacrifice everything for him. Anton withdrew his hand with obvious displeasure. “Well, you’ll be my wife in two days anyway. I’ll let you off the hook tonight.” “Mm,” I responded softly, my voice slightly muffled. The room fell quiet, and he still hadn’t noticed anything unusual about me. After a moment of silence, he sat up. “I just remembered I have some business to handle at the company. Tomorrow at 2 PM, my custom wedding dress and shoes will be delivered to the studio.” He paused, his tone softening slightly: “Just come straight to the studio to find me tomorrow.” His voice carried obvious displeasure, and like before, he was waiting for me to take the initiative to ask him to stay. But I didn’t want to do that anymore. People you can’t hold onto—no amount of pleading will make a difference. Anton got dressed, and just as his hand touched the door handle, I suddenly called out to him: “Anton, if I wanted to remove this scar, would you agree?” Anton froze for a moment, then nodded with obvious delight: “Of course I’d agree.” Perhaps realizing his emotions were too intense, he composed himself slightly, crouched down beside my bed, and his tone became gentle: “I just want you to look beautiful when you put on your wedding dress.” Looking at the deep affection in his eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh. Initially, Anton’s tears were genuine every time he saw that scar. But later, those tears gradually became mixed with irritation, impatience, and weariness. Every time he saw this scar, he was reminded of his own suppressed past, of the debt he owed me. He had repeatedly urged me to remove the scar, but I had never agreed. I never expected that my refusal would make me part of his suppressed past too. The moment the door closed, my tears finally broke free, sliding down my cheeks and soaking the pillow. Early the next morning, I went to the dermatology clinic. On my way to the clinic, I received a message from Nora: [Camila, I’m going to the studio today to help you try on the wedding dress. You don’t mind, do you?] My fingertips trembled slightly. I didn’t reply, just took a screenshot and saved it, planning to package it with other things as a gift for Anton when I left. Lying on the operating table, the cold sensation of the anesthetic needle piercing my skin made me shiver. I said, “Let’s begin.” I closed my eyes, and images of eighteen-year-old Anton and Camila floated through my mind. I thought to myself that if it were Anton from back then, he would surely feel heartbroken for me right now. The surgery went smoothly, though it was extremely painful. But when I saw my smooth skin restored, a slight smile curved my lips. From now on, neither my body nor my heart would bear any trace of Anton. After the surgery, I received another message from Nora, this time with a photo. In the photo, Anton and she were wearing a suit and wedding dress, looking so perfectly matched it was blinding. If you didn’t look carefully, I might have actually thought Anton had gotten his wish and found the “eighteen-year-old Camila” he preferred. I smirked mockingly. At 2:30 PM, I arrived at Anton’s studio right on time. He was focused on a PowerPoint presentation on his computer screen, his face glowing with anticipation for our future life together. Seeing me enter, he waved happily and casually picked up the wedding dress beside him to hand to me. He said, “Camila, try this one on! I spent over half a month designing this wedding dress and specially commissioned overseas master tailors to handcraft it. You’ll look absolutely stunning in it!” I took the wedding dress, and as I casually examined it, I noticed the lining had been torn open. I looked at Anton with a smile: “Anton, why is there a tear in this wedding dress? Someone else hasn’t worn it before, have they?” Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Anton’s eyes: “How could that be possible? This dress was specially designed by me for you—it’s one of a kind in the world. How could anyone else have worn it?” He unconsciously clenched his fists, betraying his guilty conscience. “Then I’ll just change to a different one,” I said casually, pointing to a strapless train gown nearby. Anton frowned slightly: “But Camila, didn’t you say you only wanted to wear a wedding dress I designed?” “But it’s already torn,” I said, looking at him with a calm tone: “You wouldn’t want me wearing a damaged wedding dress at our wedding, would you?” Knowing he was in the wrong, Anton could only nod in agreement. When I emerged wearing the strapless train wedding dress, a flash of amazement crossed Anton’s eyes. But quickly, his expression turned to regret. I don’t know when his so-called love had become a form of constraint. He wanted me to forever remain that eighteen-year-old Camila—obedient, compliant, moving forward according to his rhythm. But I was already twenty-five. Anton approached, about to offer praise, but his gaze inadvertently fell on my chest, and he froze completely: “You really had the scar removed?” His fingers trembled as he gently touched the area around my collarbone. I nodded, turned in a circle in front of the mirror, my tone indifferent: “Didn’t I ask you about it yesterday? You were very supportive of me doing this.” As my words fell, Anton’s eyes involuntarily reddened. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a single word. As I requested, the wedding was ultimately held on a luxury cruise ship. I sat quietly in the bridal suite, dressed in my wedding gown, waiting. Just then, Nora couldn’t help but send me another message. 【Camila, tell me, if I showed up at the wedding, would Mr. Reeds still choose you?】 【I’ll be honest with you—I’m on the ship right now. He spent the night in my room last night.】 【He doesn’t love you at all. What’s the point of taking up Mrs. Reeds’ position? Why don’t you just give it to me?】 Her words were brazen, making no attempt to hide her ambition and desire. I looked at Anton not far away, head down, staring at his phone. He frowned one moment, then broke into a tender smile the next. For the first time, I replied to her: 【As you wish.】 Just as I sent that message, Anton pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at me in my wedding dress through the mirror, his eyes filled with amazement. “Camila, you’re beautiful.” He sat down beside me, unconsciously rubbing his hands together like a nervous young man confessing to his crush for the first time. I took out a gift box I’d prepared earlier from my purse and handed it to him. Just as he was about to unwrap it, I gently pressed my hand over his. “This is my wedding gift to you. Wait until after the ceremony to open it.” He nodded in agreement, his eyes showing both anticipation and nervousness about the upcoming ceremony. Just as the makeup artist was about to touch up my eyebrows, he suddenly spoke up to stop her. He took the eyebrow pencil from the makeup artist’s hand and stood behind me. “Camila, let me draw your eyebrows for you,” he said with a smile. I nodded slightly. I suddenly remembered a story we’d read when we first met. The male protagonist had a wonderful relationship with his wife and often drew her eyebrows for her. Ever since then, to express his love, Anton had become obsessed with drawing my eyebrows too. Except he hadn’t done it in two years. I met his gaze through the mirror. “Anton, do you remember the promise you made to me when we were together?” This question made him pause in his eyebrow drawing. “I hate deception more than anything. If you ever lie to me, I’ll disappear forever, and you’ll never find me again.” His fingers trembled slightly, and the eyebrow line accidentally went beyond its outline. I looked at my slightly disheveled makeup in the mirror and calmly curved my lips. “What’s wrong?” “Camila, I would never lie to you. I truly love you.” I didn’t respond, only gestured for the makeup artist to take over and continue the work. After the wedding ceremony began, Anton nervously held my arm but kept glancing toward the entrance. I noticed his fidgeting, and the last trace of warmth in my heart quietly faded away. He hadn’t treasured my final day by his side. With his tacit approval, Nora had boldly replaced our wedding slideshow with a video of them in bed together. The moment the footage appeared, Anton panicked and shouted for someone to turn off the video. “Camila, let me explain!” He gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid I might run away. Only after the video was cut off did I slowly lift my head to look at him, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Seeing me smile made Anton even more nervous. He swallowed hard, seeming to sense that something was quietly slipping away. Under the gaze of all the guests, I shook off his hand, turned around, and rushed out of the wedding venue without hesitation. When he chased me to the edge of the deck, just one step away from me, I leaped into the vast ocean. Seeing me jump, Anton’s eyes widened as he lunged forward with a roar, but couldn’t even touch the hem of my dress. In the moment of falling, I smiled as I shed the last tear of my life. Anton, in this lifetime, we shall never meet again.

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After my mom saw news online about socialites marrying into wealthy families, she immediately signed up for a free training program online. My sister Maria thought those classes were all for show and insisted on continuing her studies. But since my grades weren’t great, Mom forced me to attend that training program anyway. A few years later, I became an internet socialite with a stunning figure and married a divorced movie star, achieving a complete class transformation. Meanwhile, my sister failed in her advanced studies and couldn’t find a good job. Our parents constantly mocked her, saying she wasn’t as capable as me. She had a complete emotional breakdown and stabbed me to death at my wedding of the century, then killed herself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom excitedly asking me and my sister, “Which one of you wants to drop out and go to finishing school?” Maria beside me quickly stepped in front of me protectively, her voice full of excitement: “Me! I want to join the socialite program!” Looking at Maria’s excitement, I immediately knew she had been reborn just like me. I instinctively shrank back and didn’t dare speak up. Mom’s gaze swept over Maria, then turned to me. I quickly lowered my head and stayed silent. After a while, Mom asked me, “Rhett, do you want to give it a try?” Since my grades weren’t as good as my sister’s and I could barely make the top ten in my class, Mom was just asking casually. She already knew not to put all the family’s hopes on one person – you had to spread your eggs across different baskets and let us sisters take different paths. Hearing Mom ask this, Maria immediately turned to look at me, her eyes full of wariness and anger. I quickly shook my head with a sincere attitude: “How could I be as pretty as my sister? My figure isn’t as good as hers either. This kind of opportunity should go to her.” As soon as I finished speaking, Maria’s expression finally softened. She hugged Mom’s arm and shook it vigorously: “Mom, trust me, I’ll definitely become a top socialite and marry a rich man!” Mom finally nodded. Seeing Mom agree, Maria turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness and superiority. But she didn’t know yet that this training program was actually pure hell. It turned an ordinary girl into a puppet who only knew how to please men. In my previous life, I didn’t marry for love or money – I was dragged into living hell. Maria dragged her suitcase and, just like I had in my previous life, was sent by Mom to the training facility in the neighboring city. I didn’t dare relax at all and quickly grabbed my books to dive into studying. There was still a month before school started – this was my most crucial period. In my last life, my grades were poor, so even when I went to the training program, I could only study secretly, hoping to turn things around someday through specialized entrance exams. Unfortunately, everything spiraled out of control later, and death completely took away my chance. But this time, I was living again. This time, I seized the opportunity to study. Although my talent wasn’t as good as Maria’s and I had to rely on rote memorization, the recitation from my previous life actually made my foundation more solid. When I reopened the books to study this time, it wasn’t as difficult as before. I studied desperately for a month and finally looked forward to the first day of school. The day before school started, Maria suddenly made a video call home. She chatted enthusiastically with Mom about life at the facility and happily showed off her newly done double eyelids. She caught sight of me eating in the corner and immediately mocked: “Some people don’t have great grades and can’t seize opportunities like I can. They’ll probably end up working in a factory later, right?” Mom glanced at me and added insult to injury: “Our Maria is still smart and hardworking. The teacher specifically praised her a few days ago, saying she learns everything quickly and will definitely marry a capable man in the future.” I kept my head down, eating my rice without saying anything. Seeing me stay silent, Maria looked even more smug. “Mom, Dr. Joel Fairfax who did my double eyelids is also really good at noses, but you have to pay out of pocket. He said our class gets a 20% discount. My nose bridge is a bit flat – if I could raise it a little, I’d definitely look better on camera. Could you give me twenty thousand dollars first?” As soon as she said this, I immediately remembered the scene from my previous life. The training facility had three types of classes in total, each with independent instructors. This Joel was the cousin of our instructor Sally Domont, a third-rate plastic surgeon.

In my previous life, Joel had also visited our class, specifically targeting girls with single eyelids for double eyelid surgery. Later, he expanded to nose jobs, with Sally helping him promote his services everywhere. Whenever someone was willing to pay for surgery, Sally would greet them with smiles and endless encouragement. At the time, I felt twenty thousand dollars was too much of a burden for my family, and more importantly, I had no interest in going under the knife on my face, so I didn’t sign up. From then on, Sally’s attitude toward me turned cold. She spoke to me with passive-aggressive remarks and got other classmates to isolate me behind my back. Right then, when Dad heard my sister Maria asking for money, his face immediately darkened. “Twenty thousand dollars for a nose job? How long would it take me to earn that back? Absolutely not!” But Maria’s eyes welled up with tears as she immediately started acting cute. “But everyone else in class is getting it done! Sally even praised us!” Maria lowered her head and continued coaxing our parents in her soft voice, “Sally said wealthy men all prefer women with high, prominent noses—it brings good fortune to their husbands. Once I marry a rich husband, Dad, you’ll be able to just sit back and count money!” Hearing this, Mom immediately made the decision. “Do it! We absolutely have to do it!” I kept my head down and said nothing. Go ahead, I hope she can handle the consequences. After school started, I didn’t dare slack off for a single day. I knew the gap between me and other students was huge, so I forced myself to study relentlessly, staying after class to pester teachers with questions. My only entertainment was listening to Maria report her successes to the family every few days. Her nose was indeed done beautifully—high and perky—but that was just the initial glamour. Joel was ruthless, using cheap materials for his surgeries. They looked good at first, but over time they would become inflamed, ulcerated, and prone to collapse. Maria later asked the family for money two more times—once for bone shaving to slim her face, and once for cheek fillers. Mom seemed to have made up her mind completely, determined to cultivate my sister into a socialite. No matter how much Maria asked for, Mom would grit her teeth and scrape the money together. Now Maria’s face was indeed more refined than before—pointed chin, prominent nose bridge, and large double eyelids that made her eyes look round and big. Sally treasured her even more as a prized student, calling her sister and teaching her every trick to please men. Maria would show off to Mom every time. Mom’s attitude toward her had completely changed too. Before, she was cold to both of us sisters, since she and Dad had always wanted a son. Unfortunately, Dad’s health problems ten years ago had ended their hopes of having more children. Now Maria had become her precious darling, while I became the unwanted burden. My parents treated me like I was invisible, which suited me fine—it saved me from having to put on an act around them. That Christmas break, Maria finally came home, and Mom dragged me along to pick her up. The moment she stepped out of the rideshare, she looked like a completely different person. Only seventeen, but she’d styled herself in a mature yet youthfully innocent mix—a designer Chanel-style jacket, a new limited-edition handbag, big wavy curls sprayed with expensive perfume, a curvaceous figure, and makeup so precise that every eyelash was perfect. She casually tossed her luggage to Mom, who immediately passed it to me without looking back. As soon as we entered the neighborhood, all the neighbors out for their evening walks stared at her, with compliments flowing one after another. “That girl clearly has good fortune—she’s a real little princess.” “So beautiful! She’s definitely going places. I wish my daughter was half as pretty.” “If my son ever looks for a girlfriend, he should find someone like her!” These were all longtime neighbors, and their envious praise made Mom beam with joy. Maria wore that gentle, soft smile of hers, politely responding to each compliment. But when she glanced at me, the mockery in her eyes was completely unconcealed. I just kept my head down and stayed silent, following behind her and Mom, and once we got home, I dumped the luggage in the room and immediately retreated to my bedroom to study. Before long, Maria followed me in. Seeing the test papers spread across my desk, she grabbed them without a word and tore them all to shreds. Her long nails waved in front of my face, the nude-colored fake nails nearly poking into my eyes. “With your pig brain, studying is useless. You’ll end up working for others anyway, maybe even screwing bolts in a factory.” She plopped down on my desk, crossing her legs and resting them on my chair back, her lips curled in mockery, her eyes filled with malice and madness. She was completely different from the soft, adorable version of herself she showed outside. I said nothing and just kept my head down. She suddenly kicked my chair hard, then grabbed my chin with a grip so tight it felt like she wanted to crush me. “Let me tell you something—everything you had in your past life, I’m going to take in this one! And I’m going to live a hundred times better than you! Don’t put on that high-and-mighty act in front of me! I’m disgusted by your fake innocent look! The suffering you endured in your past life, you’ll go through it all again! Got it?” She shoved me away, snorted coldly, and walked out in her expensive high heels. I watched her retreating figure, the corner of my mouth lifting in a silent smile. To completely destroy a venomous snake, you first have to lure it out and let it bite itself. Did Maria really think I would easily let go of the person who had killed me with her own hands this time?

In my previous life, I was forced to undergo plastic surgery, liposuction, breast augmentation, and even had two ribs removed from my waist. What suffocated me most was that genital reconstruction surgery. The pain wasn’t just physical—it felt like they were carving away pieces of my dignity. Not to mention those mandatory shame classes every night—teaching us how to please men, how to make them dependent on you, how to serve them like a perfect sex toy. This so-called socialite training academy claimed to teach us how to package ourselves as refined ladies, but in reality, it was just grooming girls to become playthings for wealthy men. I gritted my teeth and secretly called home, only to receive not rescue, but a torrent of curses from my mother. I spent little money and earned them little profit, so naturally I became the most useless one. After enduring several Christmases in that hellhole, I was nearly drained into an empty shell. Then, a turning point appeared. When the training academy was selecting a target for me, they chose a twice-divorced movie star—the same man who almost married me in my previous life, Evren Wynn. Actually, the academy didn’t want to waste much effort on me initially, but at a drinking party, he set his sights on me. He sent me jewelry and money, but the academy confiscated everything, claiming it was payment for the tuition I owed them. This training academy was never free—the bill just came later. The girls who weren’t picked by tycoons or old men met even worse fates. The contracts were filled with clauses designed to squeeze people dry—if you couldn’t climb up, you could only sink down. When Evren chose me, I found it absurd myself, but soon Sally had mapped out a “transformation” plan for me. From his ex-wife’s habits to his preferred lipstick shades, they helped me replicate everything one-to-one until I became his ideal type. I wasn’t without suspicions about his motives, thinking he just wanted a new plaything, but I never expected him to propose to me in front of so many people. My parents went crazy with excitement, and Sally felt she had produced an ace. That night, staring at the engagement ring, my heart was in turmoil. I thought I could finally escape the cage through this marriage, but deep down I knew this was just trading one hell for another hell dressed in flowers. While I hesitated, my phone received two strange messages. 【Run. Don’t say yes to him.】 【He’s a pervert, and his family is even worse.】 I sent back a question mark. Soon after, a pitifully clean burner account added me. 【Believe it or not, but if you really marry into that family, you won’t just be serving him alone. His father, his son, and himself—they’ll take turns. They’ll also film that stuff to blackmail you. Think it through!】 I felt like someone had slammed my heart with an iron hammer, and I nearly suffocated. 【Who are you?】 【A victim.】 At that time, Maria happened to be home for Christmas. With relatives visiting, she appeared poised and articulate, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She could cook wonderfully, and besides that, everything she said and did was flawless. The relatives looked at her like she was the family’s pride. Uncle Leo, after drinking, pointed at her and praised loudly: “You Lancasters have raised a wonderful daughter! Look at Maria’s appearance, her temperament—she’ll definitely marry into a good family.” My mother beamed with joy, waving her hand with false modesty: “She can marry whoever she wants, we won’t interfere!” Aunt Jane laughed even more enthusiastically: “Well, she should find a wealthy man to match our Maria. Maria, tell us what kind of person you’re looking for?” Maria blinked, smiled sweetly, and shyly pointed at the man singing on the living room TV, like a proper bashful young lady. “I already have a target—it’s him.” The man on TV was the same one who had driven me to desperation in my previous life—Evren Wynn.

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While setting up our wedding room, I, Maya Geller, discovered an unidentified stain on the bed sheets. Someone had already been in our new home where I was about to hold my wedding! My mind went blank, and I immediately video-called my fiancé Griffin Johnston. For once he answered instantly, but it was Griffin’s assistant Wren Parker who appeared on the screen. “The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” She smiled seductively and brazenly. I thought coldly to myself: “Perfect. I’m not marrying this man.” ***** When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” Instead, she deliberately looked around at my surroundings and said softly, “Oh, you’re in the new room. The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” I felt dizzy and my head was buzzing. Staring at the woman on the screen, I was momentarily speechless. Wren’s gaze swept over the bed sheets behind me, her tone becoming increasingly smug: “The groom’s not bad either—I tested him for you too.” Only then did I notice her surroundings—a hotel room. Suppressing my surging anger, I struggled to stay calm and spoke again: “Where’s Griffin?” Wren’s eyes deliberately glanced in a certain direction as she said with feigned difficulty, “Mr. Johnston is working overtime, of course. He’s very busy.” Then a familiar voice came through: “Wren, come help me scrub my back.” I froze completely, opening my mouth but unable to make a sound. “You just want to trick me into joining you in the shower, you bad boy.” As Wren spoke, she winked at me and then hung up the video call. I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength, consumed by anger and pain. I don’t know how much time passed before I bitterly smiled and threw those bed sheets into the trash. Tomorrow was supposed to be Griffin’s and my wedding day. I was busy setting up our wedding room while he was busy getting a hotel room with his female assistant. I knew Wren had deliberately sabotaged my wedding. She succeeded. I sent Griffin a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t want to marry you anymore.] I didn’t want this defiled new home, let alone that contaminated man. Looking at the wedding figurine on the table—a couple in wedding attire embracing and smiling—I violently threw it into the trash. I smashed our wedding photo on the wall and tore up all the wedding decorations I had personally arranged. After sending a group message to friends and family canceling the wedding, I turned off my phone and went home. In the quiet, I unconsciously began recalling all the moments Griffin and I had shared over the years. I got myself completely drunk, just to fall asleep with alcohol’s help. The next morning, violent pounding on my door woke me up. Griffin stood at my doorstep with his groomsmen, all dressed in suits. The roses in his hands were scattered and crushed. Seeing my obviously hungover state, he roared furiously: “Maya! Are you out of your mind?!” His twisted, contorted face was truly ugly—I actually found it somewhat amusing. This smile further provoked Griffin. He violently threw the broken bouquet to the ground and bellowed: “Do you know today is our wedding day?!”

I rubbed my eyes, the fatigue from my hangover making me even more irritated. My tone unconsciously turned sharp: “Didn’t I make myself crystal clear? I’m not getting married! We’ve broken up—don’t you get it?” Griffin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he was desperately trying to suppress his rage. He squeezed his eyes shut hard and said through gritted teeth: “Get changed right now and come with me. I’ll pretend nothing happened—I can forgive you this once.” What on earth made him think I was some lovesick fool? I just took my relationships seriously. What gave him the right to think I couldn’t survive without him? My gaze swept over the groomsmen behind him, all wearing expressions of someone watching a good show. I said: “Griffin! You’re the one who screwed up. Do you want to discuss your little affair with Wren right here? Get out! We’re done—understand?” He froze for a moment, his face changing dramatically. That arrogant attitude vanished instantly, his eyes began darting around, but he didn’t leave. His tone softened. He said: “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s my fault—I didn’t have time to explain everything to you beforehand. You can hit me or yell at me all you want later. Today is our wedding, the most important day of our lives. All our friends and family are waiting for us. Stop making a scene and come back with me, okay?” He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes so sincere it was as if I was the one being unreasonable. Griffin’s mood swings were really something. Seeing the groomsmen shooting disapproving looks my way, his best friend even stepped forward to persuade me: “Maya, this really isn’t the time to throw a tantrum. After the wedding, you can do whatever you want.” Perfect. Griffin wanted to embarrass me in public, so I’d play along. But whatever happened next would be entirely his own doing. I nodded: “Fine, just give me a minute.” After washing up, I threw on a random dress and came back out. Griffin asked if I wanted to do my makeup and change into my wedding dress, but I refused both. His face darkened, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The hotel was filled with guests from his family. Although my friends and relatives didn’t know what had happened, they already knew I’d canceled the wedding. But when they saw me walk in dressed like this, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Several guests immediately started criticizing me: “How can you be so selfish about something as important as a wedding? Saying you won’t come and then not showing up? Only Griffin would put up with you.” “Exactly! All these relatives and friends waiting here. If you didn’t want to get married, why didn’t you say so earlier!” “Alright, alright, Maya did show up after all.” Griffin’s mother, Hayley Johnston, took my arm and led me to sit beside her. Her face showed no sign of displeasure, and she even asked gently: “We couldn’t reach you anywhere—we were so worried. Did Griffin make you angry? Tell me, and we’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Griffin’s father, Michael Johnston, also chimed in with a smile: “That’s right, we’re all on your side.” Griffin’s parents had always been wonderful to me. Marrying into their family, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting along with them at all. Hayley was a thoughtful and tolerant elder, and Michael was gentle and generous. But Griffin’s infidelity was something I could never forgive, no matter what. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Hayley assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and said earnestly: “Maya, go get your makeup done and change clothes. I’ll make sure Griffin apologizes to you later.” “Right, don’t let such an important day go to waste,” Michael added his persuasion. I let out a long sigh, ready to explain the situation to them properly and resolve this peacefully. Just then, someone’s arrival interrupted me. Wren clicked in on high heels, wearing a flowing red dress, walking in with light, defiant steps. She smiled slightly, her gaze challenging as she looked at me, her exquisite makeup forming a stark contrast to my bare face. Her footsteps had a distinct rhythm that drew everyone’s attention. She said: “I’m not late, am I? Ms. Geller, congratulations on your wedding.”

I smiled back. Wren looked absolutely stunning, almost like she was the star of the wedding. Wren walked straight to the main table and sat down beside me in what should have been Griffin’s seat. As she bent down to sit, a glimmer of light at her neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but look closer. My heart, which I thought had already gone cold, somehow managed to drop a few more degrees. It was a diamond ring, identical to my wedding ring—a design I had created myself, the only one of its kind in the world. And now, it was hanging around the neck of Wren, the other woman. If my wedding had gone as planned, I had no idea what kind of ring Griffin would have given me. But whether it was some random substitute or something taken from his assistant’s neck, it all made me sick. I still couldn’t help but feel angry, digging my nails into my palms, trying hard not to lose my composure. Just then, Griffin walked into the banquet hall with the minister. “Isn’t the bride wearing a wedding dress? The red dress works too—it’s beautiful.” The minister clearly mistook Wren, dressed in her red gown with perfect makeup, for today’s bride and nodded approvingly. Wren glanced at me, then put on an embarrassed expression, quickly waving her hands. “No, I’m not today’s bride. Ms. Geller, please don’t misunderstand.” Griffin strode over with a dark expression, demanding, “Why haven’t you gone to do your makeup and change clothes? Do you even care about this wedding at all!” He reached out to grab me. Hayley quickly stepped forward to block him, scolding, “Griffin, can’t you speak nicely? Why are you being so harsh?” Wren jumped in at just the right moment, chiming in, “Exactly, Ms. Geller is just being a little stubborn. Mr. Johnston, just humor her a bit—don’t let it delay the wedding.” Griffin became even more furious, looking completely frazzled in front of all the guests. He pointed at me and shouted, “Maya, your stubbornness needs to have limits! Go change your clothes right now!” Wren stood up, gently patting Griffin’s arm to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. Just let Ms. Geller go change. I’ll help you greet the guests.” I said, “Since you’re so eager to greet the guests, why don’t you just go ahead and marry him too?” I didn’t want to keep enduring this anymore. It was clear that today wasn’t going to end peacefully. I raised my voice and announced, “Sorry for the spectacle, everyone. Please enjoy the food and drinks, but Griffin and I’s wedding ends here. We’re breaking up—consider yourselves witnesses.” “How long are you going to keep this up!” Griffin glared at me furiously. Wren immediately put on an anxious act, stamping her foot so her high heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Ms. Geller, you really have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you greet your friends and family—nothing more.” What a performance. I crossed my arms and stared at her coldly. “Helping me greet guests is one thing, but did you help me sleep with Griffin too?” Wren was pleased with my reaction, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes. In an instant, she put on the look of someone deeply wronged. “Ms. Geller, you really have such a deep misunderstanding about me.” I couldn’t help myself—I slapped her. She was quite the actress, but I was done wasting time with her games.

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On the day I returned from the International Anesthesiology Conference, I, Hannah Walker, learned at the airport that my boyfriend Apollo Stephens had gotten a marriage license with my twin sister Bailey Walker. Desperate to verify the truth, I was drugged by Bailey and forced into labor. As the fetus slipped from my body, still writhing, she crushed it under her foot. She said, “A substitute’s child wouldn’t be loved even if born. I’m just putting it out of its misery.” Then she picked up a scalpel, cut open my abdomen, and brutally carved out my uterus, leaving me to bleed to death. Apollo believed her lies, convinced that the child I carried wasn’t his. He ignored my desperate pleas for help, spread rumors that I had eloped with another man, and even erased all traces of my existence. He said, “She and I shall never meet again, in life or death.” It wasn’t until five years later that surveillance footage of Bailey’s brutal murder of me was exposed. ***** My soul floated in mid-air, staring at the paused frame on the computer screen. I gazed blankly at myself lying on the bed, a gaping hole in my abdomen, the white sheets long since soaked in blood, and a mosaic-blurred mass of flesh lying quietly on the floor. Even my face was pixelated. “Don’t know who could be so vicious. The victim had almost no ability to fight back—looks like she was drugged,” said Apollo’s colleague Cooper Olson, watching the footage with regret. “But this video the tipster provided is from five years ago. Is there still any point in reporting it now?” Apollo leaned forward: “No matter when, we should always speak for the vulnerable. Let’s watch it from the beginning.” I stared at his righteous silhouette, the nameplate on his desk clearly reading “Chief News Anchor Apollo Stephens.” In the five years since my death, he seemed to be doing quite well. Back then, Bailey had spread rumors that I was with Jeremia Harper, and apparently Apollo had easily believed it. My ashes were probably taken by Jeremia, which is why no one ever buried me properly. I became a wandering soul with nowhere to rest. Until a few days ago, when my urn was discovered. My ashes, along with this video, were sent to Vision News. Now, Apollo clicked play on the video. I nervously clenched my fists. The video began with the fetus falling from my body. He frowned and said, “A baby this size is at least five months along. She was definitely drugged.” He sighed softly: “It’s really not easy for a woman to carry a child. Bailey also tried for five years before getting pregnant.” Hearing about Bailey’s pregnancy, my heart felt like it was bleeding. That twin sister of mine, more gentle and considerate than I ever was, could actually conceive peacefully after committing such atrocities. While my child would never come back. Cooper patted Apollo’s shoulder: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t easy for you and Bailey, especially after Hannah hurt Bailey when she ran off with that man, leaving her health compromised ever since.” At the mention of my name, Apollo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression clearly reluctant to discuss it. Cooper also sensed the awkwardness and coughed uncomfortably. Next, the pixelated Bailey in the video raised the scalpel and stabbed it viciously into me. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike the woman who usually couldn’t even open a bottle cap. She roared and screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable. In the video, my head turned to the side, as if I felt no pain, only gazing at the bloody mass on the floor. My child would have been born in just a few more months. It was still moving, still struggling, crying out to me for help. But I hadn’t even thought of a name for it yet. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only crying silently. Tears kept streaming down my face. Bailey leaned close to my ear, speaking in an almost inaudible voice: “What if he knew this child was yours and Jeremia’s?” I used my last bit of strength to grab her, shaking my head frantically, my voice still weak: “No! How could I possibly…” Apollo didn’t recognize my voice. If Bailey and I didn’t look identical, he probably would have forgotten what I looked like long ago. He stood up with a serious expression and walked straight toward the broadcast studio. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked: “Has this video been turned over to the police?” Cooper nodded quickly: “Before sending it here, the anonymous tipster had already contacted the local Westchester County police.” “Westchester County?” Apollo’s brow furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Cooper noticed his reaction: “Apollo, are you okay?” Apollo didn’t say much more, only instructing: “Make sure to ask the police to decode the pixelation in the video.” Then he added: “Such a brutal killer can’t be allowed to remain at large.” I smiled bitterly in the air. Apollo, if you knew that the gentle wife you cherish so much is the real killer, would you still say that?

I was forced to follow Apollo, witnessing him deliver the entire news broadcast. Everything I had experienced before my death was now being made public. But no one knew, nor could anyone possibly believe, that the victim was the very international young anesthesiologist who had dominated the headlines five years ago on Christmas, accused of abandoning her career and having an affair. After Apollo finished work, he hurried to drive to the high-rise revolving restaurant in the city center. At the luxurious VIP table, a woman in elegant attire was already seated with her back turned. I recognized her immediately as Bailey. Apollo walked over, first kissing her cheek affectionately, then handing her the gift he was carrying. He said, “This is just for the baby. The little one will look adorable in this outfit.” Bailey’s eyes flashed with delight as she responded coquettishly, “Why are you in such a rush? I’m only two months pregnant. We don’t even know if this one will make it.” Apollo gently took Bailey’s hand and placed it on his chest, his gaze filled with adoration. He promised, “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure this child is born safely.” I never expected Apollo to care so much about his child with Bailey. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I went to him full of joy. But he only said indifferently that his job was unstable, that he couldn’t afford it, and told me to get rid of the baby. He didn’t even glance at the ultrasound report in my hands. I once thought he didn’t like children. Now I see he simply didn’t want to have children with me. Bailey’s grip on her glass gradually tightened, her brow furrowing slightly. She said, “It’s all my fault for being useless. Five years and I still haven’t been able to make you a father.” Apollo quickly took the glass from her hand and grasped her hands tightly. He comforted her softly, “How can you say that? It’s clearly Hannah who caused all this. How many times have you miscarried these past few years? How much suffering have you endured!” “I was just trying to be kind and reason with her…” Bailey seemed triggered, covering her head as her shoulders trembled with grief. “She’s not my sister! She doesn’t deserve to be!” Apollo pulled her into his arms with heartache. He said, “If I ever run into that bitch again, I’ll punish her severely and make her apologize to you! Come on now, don’t cry. It’s not good for your health.” I remembered that Bailey had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital uterine malformation. This condition made her prone to miscarriages, with extremely low chances of successful pregnancy. She had been insecure about it, even hiding it from her family. I never expected that to cover up the truth later, she would deceive everyone into believing it was caused by my assault. I finally understood—she had my healthy uterus removed out of jealousy. I shook my head frantically in mid-air, desperately trying to expose her true motives. But no one could hear me, no one responded. Apollo then pulled out his phone and made a brief call. He said, “I told Gianna you weren’t feeling well and couldn’t attend her sixtieth birthday party tomorrow. See? She loves you so much, when has she ever said no?” My mother Gianna Walker’s birthday parties used to be mandatory for me to attend, while Bailey could come and go as she pleased. Because I was once her most beloved and proudest daughter. But things were different now. For Bailey’s smooth pregnancy, Gianna readily agreed to her missing the birthday party. Bailey said softly, “Mom loves me the most. Even if she agrees on the surface, she must be disappointed inside. Hannah has already disappointed her enough, so I should still go tomorrow.” My heart was instantly pierced with pain. She had taken away my marriage, taken away my life, and also taken away Gianna, who loved me most. No one knew the truth. As I watched in heartbroken anguish, Apollo gently wiped away the tears on Bailey’s face. “Bailey, you’re just too kind.”

This was less of a birthday party and more like they were throwing another wedding reception. From the moment Bailey walked into the venue arm-in-arm with Apollo, the two became the center of attention. Gianna sat quietly beside them, watching them with loving eyes. I unexpectedly spotted my closest colleague, Malia Owens, in the crowd. I instinctively raised my hand to wave at her, but watched as she walked straight toward Bailey instead. She embraced Bailey warmly, affectionately calling her “sweetheart.” She used to only call me that. She said, “Bailey, did you see the news? That incident your husband reported yesterday—it happened at our hospital!” For a moment, I actually looked forward to seeing panic flash across Bailey’s face. But quite the opposite happened—her expression remained calm. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” Malia frowned and shook her head. “I wonder if it’ll affect our hospital’s reputation. The last PR crisis we had was five Christmases ago when Hannah suddenly quit and left, causing the hospital to face massive complaints.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Malia speak my name with such disgust. Before, she would always defend me, standing firmly by my side and shielding me from gossip. Bailey lowered her head to take a sip of water and said casually, “Hannah must have had her reasons.” Malia slammed the table angrily. “Reasons? She cheated and ran off with someone else! How could she abandon all those patients?” Her voice suddenly rose, drawing stares from people around us. That’s when Apollo finally spoke up. “So many people were waiting for her that day. Someone with a critical condition nearly had their treatment delayed. Others missed their optimal examination window, which led to complications. Even Mr. Wallace got so upset he fell ill. Thank God Bailey was there. Despite her own injuries, she completed that emergency surgery.” Hearing how he referred to me, my heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. He wouldn’t even say my name anymore. Dean Henry Wallace also walked over and gently patted Bailey’s back. He said, “That’s right. Even though it was against protocol, you stepped in just in time. You later proved with your skills that my decision to promote you to Hannah’s position was the right call!” Colleagues around us applauded, showering Bailey with praise. Even Gianna stood up and said, “Even though they’re twins, Bailey is so much better than Hannah. Hannah might as well be dead.” Looking at the undisguised hatred on Gianna’s face, my heart ached. I thought, “But Mom, do you know? I am dead. If you knew I was dead, would you be sad?” At that moment, a flash of smugness crossed Bailey’s eyes before she casually looked toward Apollo. She asked, “Apollo, if Hannah died, would you be sad?” “No.” Apollo answered without hesitation, his tone so decisive it seemed like he’d rehearsed it countless times. He said, “Someone as shameless as her—even if she had given birth to that child, she deserved to be trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and hurt so many people. She should have died on the operating table, cut open and gutted. Her death would be a blessing to humanity.” I stared at Apollo in shock, listening to him speak words that seemed to prophesy my death, my mind flooding with memories of that despair and agony. I thought, “But Apollo, you were the biological father of that child!” Tears of blood fell as I smiled bitterly and whispered, “Apollo, congratulations. You got your wish.” The moment Henry mentioned me, his expression changed instantly. “Someone like Hannah—I was completely blind back then. If I’d known what she was really like, I never would have recommended her to the hospital!” Malia immediately chimed in: “You weren’t the only one who misjudged her! I trusted her for so many years, and it turns out she was just putting on an act in front of me the whole time!” I covered my mouth, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought that even if Bailey deceived her family, my colleagues wouldn’t erase all my past efforts and achievements. I thought they would at least believe in my commitment to professional ethics. I never imagined that eight years of working together couldn’t withstand a few malicious lies. Just then, Apollo’s phone buzzed with a message. Someone had sent him a video. Worried about upsetting Bailey, he excused himself to his colleagues, saying he needed to step away for a moment. I followed him into the restroom. He opened the message. [Mr. Stephens, this surveillance footage isn’t very clear to begin with, but we’ve managed to restore the victim’s image.] [The victim appears to be connected to you somehow. You should take a look yourself.] My breath caught as I thought: “Can they really decode that pixelated footage?” The video began playing, the image gradually becoming clearer. I saw my own face appear in the frame. Apollo watched it over and over again, at least a dozen times. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly punched the bathroom door. Then he immediately called the officer: “Is there any possibility this video was fabricated?” The voice on the other end replied: “We haven’t found any evidence of tampering so far.” Apollo’s face was filled with disbelief. He said: “As a journalist, I have to maintain a rigorous attitude toward the authenticity of evidence. And given my relationship with her, I have every reason to suspect someone deliberately created this for me to see.” I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Bailey could win his trust with just a sentence or two. But now, even seeing me in the video with his own eyes, he still firmly believed the footage was fabricated. He was even convinced that I had faked my death to escape and be with someone else. He pressed further: “Please give me information about whoever provided this video.” But of course, the police couldn’t reveal such information. So he contacted his assistant instead, demanding they investigate everything related to Westchester County and me. With his mind heavy with thoughts, he returned to his seat. His gaze toward Bailey became complicated. Noticing this, Bailey immediately asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Do you have work to handle?” Apollo brushed it off with a few words, saying it was work-related. After a few drinks, he casually asked: “By the way, where did you say Jeremia was from?” Bailey’s expression faltered slightly. She said: “They mentioned going to Westchester County, but I don’t know where they went after that.” I saw Apollo let out a cold laugh. He was probably even more convinced now that I had orchestrated the entire video. He didn’t trust me, and he didn’t even trust the police. Seeing his frown deepen, Bailey asked softly: “Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Did something happen at work that made you think of her?” She put on an act of being hurt and jealous. Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Apollo softened his tone: “There’s a news story involving Westchester County, and I suddenly remembered that man seemed to be from that area too, so I was just asking.” Bailey paused briefly, then asked nonchalantly: “Are you planning to investigate this case?” Apollo shook his head naturally: “No need. I’ve already turned it over to the police.” A flash of panic crossed Bailey’s eyes. Just then, Apollo received a message about Jeremia’s hometown address. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, preparing to leave, but Bailey stopped him. Bailey said: “Today is Mom’s sixtieth birthday. Where else could you possibly want to go?” The others nearby heard this and joined in trying to stop him: “Exactly! It’s rare for everyone to be together like this. Are you really going to abandon Bailey and Gianna to go find someone else?” Malia looked particularly displeased: “Don’t talk about work. I heard you already cleared your schedule for Bailey. You’re not leaving!” Apollo was getting impatient. He simply said a friend had an emergency and needed his help. Then he politely apologized to Gianna and walked straight out, ignoring everyone’s attempts to make him stay. Bailey remained seated, motionless, watching his retreating figure with eyes full of unease.

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I, Adelyn Schmidt, received news that my husband Dylan Wright had been hospitalized for poisoning. Despite my sprained ankle, I endured the pain and limped my way to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the hospital room door, he walked right past me and excitedly pulled the young woman who had followed me in—Juliet Fowler—into his arms. He said, “Honey, you’re finally here. I missed you so much!” Juliet shot me a provocative glance, then hooked her arms around Dylan’s neck and kissed him, her cheeks flushed. The two of them were intimate as if no one else existed. After a moment, he seemed to notice my presence for the first time. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking as shy as a young boy. He said, “Your mom looks amazing for her age—doesn’t look fifty at all.” ***** Dylan’s unexpected comment plunged the entire hospital room into an eerie silence. I stared at him in disbelief. Do I really look that old? Juliet quickly pushed him. “You’ve got the wrong person—she’s not my mom!” Dylan paused, confused. “Then who is she?” I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but my voice still trembled. “Dylan, I’m your wife! What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you recognize me?” He responded as if he’d heard something utterly ridiculous, laughing coldly. “Could you have some shame? My wife’s name is Juliet. She’s beautiful. You’re just some ugly freak with a scar on your face—how dare you claim to be my wife?” “Dylan, stop it!” Dylan’s friend Nathan Fields rushed forward to cut him off. Looking embarrassed, Nathan scratched his head and avoided eye contact as he explained to me, “Adelyn, please don’t take this the wrong way. Dylan’s just talking nonsense. He accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms at lunch, just woke up from being unconscious, and his mind isn’t clear yet. “This is Juliet Fowler, a new intern at our company. “You know Dylan has always loved you most—how could he possibly not remember you?” The scar at the corner of my eye, long since healed, suddenly throbbed with pain, making my eyes well up with tears. I got that scar during a college camping trip when I grabbed Dylan to stop him from falling into a pit, getting scratched by a tree branch in the process. Now he was using that very scar to call me ugly. I suddenly remembered the days I used to curl up on the couch watching dramas. The male lead would lose his memory in a car accident and mistake another woman for his beloved, and the female lead’s suffering would make me cry my eyes out. Back then, Dylan would hold me in his arms and whisper softly, “Baby, I would never mistake you for anyone else. Even if I got Alzheimer’s someday, I’d recognize you instantly, because you’re my one and only.” Everyone said Dylan loved me deeply, and I’d always believed it. But what was this now? He didn’t remember me, yet he clearly called out the name of an intern who’d just started working. Was he really confused from eating poisonous mushrooms? Or had he quietly erased me from his heart without me noticing? I looked at Nathan. “I made Dylan’s lunch myself and delivered it personally. I know exactly what was in it—there weren’t any strange mushrooms. How could he have been poisoned?” Nathan said, “Dylan wanted to try something different, so he ordered takeout.” I cut him off directly. “Dylan never eats takeout.” Nathan touched his nose, stammering without being able to explain anything clearly. Some things really don’t need to be spelled out. Seeing this, what didn’t I understand? “Dylan ate food that Juliet brought him, didn’t he?” As I said this, a chill ran down my spine. I suddenly realized how ridiculous and foolish it was for me to go to the supermarket every day to pick the freshest ingredients, spend hours making his lunch, and then deliver it to his company. Dylan frowned impatiently. “Nathan, what’s the point of talking to this ugly freak? Just get rid of her.” Nathan looked at me awkwardly. “Adelyn, maybe you should go home for now. I’ll call you when Dylan recovers.” Juliet chimed in from the side, “That’s right. Dylan doesn’t even recognize you right now. You being here isn’t helping his recovery.” “Shut up! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to say these things to me!” Looking at Juliet’s smug expression, I couldn’t hold back and shouted. “Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at my wife—do you know what the consequences will be?” Dylan comfortingly rubbed Juliet’s head, carefully protecting her behind him, and looked at me with cold hostility.

I stared silently at the scene before me, an indescribable pain spreading through my heart. The person standing in front of me was the one I loved most, the one who had made my heart flutter since our school days, the one whose face I could clearly picture even with my eyes closed. This person who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, who once opened his arms only for me, who let me act spoiled and willful, who always treasured me like a precious gem—now held another woman in his embrace, kissing her intimately. In that moment, his image suddenly became blurred in my eyes. My eyes stung with tears, but I straightened my spine, struggling to maintain my dignified composure, unwilling to show even a hint of distress in front of that pathetic homewrecker. Nathan said softly, “Adelyn, don’t be too upset. Once Dylan comes to his senses, this misunderstanding will be cleared up.” Misunderstanding? I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave that suffocating hospital room. “That ugly woman finally left. She’s completely crazy. Nathan, next time she comes, don’t let her in.” Dylan’s cold, disgusted voice drifted through the barely closed door crack into my ears. The hallway bustled with people coming and going, filled with constant noise. I walked through it alone, the tears I’d been holding back finally breaking free, rushing out all at once. Under the strange stares of passersby, I quickened my pace to escape, not allowing myself to break down completely until I was sitting in my car. Slumped over the steering wheel, my face was streaked with tears. How could I not be heartbroken? All those countless days and nights I’d spent with Dylan over the years had been so blissfully sweet, deeply etched in my memory. Whenever I closed my eyes, those scenes would flash before me one by one. I never imagined that Dylan, who had held me in the palm of his hand and cherished me so dearly, would one day betray me, seeking the thrill of an affair. How I wished this was all just a nightmare! When I woke up, everything would return to how it used to be. Back home, I dumped all of Dylan’s favorite dishes I’d prepared straight into the trash, then went directly to the bedroom and lay down. Outside the window, it had started raining at some point, with large raindrops pelting the glass, making a steady drumming sound. Cold wind carrying a chill crept in through the half-open window. My face pressed against the tear-soaked pillowcase, the cold making me pull the blanket tighter around myself. I felt as if this sudden heartbreak had drained all my strength, leaving me without even the energy to get up and close the window. When I woke in the morning, I touched my slightly feverish forehead and was about to look for some cold medicine. But as I prepared to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me had somehow been closed. While I was still puzzled, I heard approaching footsteps outside the door. Dylan said, “You’re awake? Come sit over here, I made you breakfast.” He affectionately put his arm around my shoulder, leading me to sit at the dining table, and pushed the sandwich he’d made in front of me. “Try it and see how I did.” I looked at his smiling face and remained silent. The smile on his face gradually faded under my cold stare. “Adelyn, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have mistaken you for someone else yesterday. You’re my most beloved treasure—how could I mistake my own wife?” He blamed himself remorsefully. “It’s all my fault, I’m such a bastard, I deserve to die. “But you have to believe me, I have absolutely nothing going on with that new intern at the company.”

Dylan crouched down, gently cupping my face with both hands. “My heart is small—there’s no room for anyone but you.” His eyes were devout as he gazed at me tenderly, as if he wanted to drown me in his gaze. But this time, I didn’t have the courage to trust him so easily again. “Yesterday at lunch, why didn’t you eat the meal I brought you, and ate Juliet’s instead?” I asked calmly. A flash of anger crossed Dylan’s face. “I get mad just thinking about it. It’s all Juliet’s fault—she accidentally knocked over the food you made for me yesterday, then insisted on forcing her lunch on me. That’s how I got poisoned and ended up in the hospital, mistaking you for someone else and breaking your heart.” “Are you telling the truth?” I asked. “When have I ever lied to you?” He kissed my forehead gently. “After all these years of devotion to you, isn’t that enough to prove my sincerity?” He nuzzled my face pitifully. “Didn’t you say that trust is the most important thing between husband and wife? Are you really going to stop believing in me over this little misunderstanding?” We’d known each other for nearly ten years—that bond had seeped into my very bones. How could I easily let it go? I rubbed my reddened eyes and let out a long sigh. After all, who could go through life without making mistakes? Dylan was successful and handsome—naturally people would gravitate toward him. Maybe Juliet had been the one pursuing him. Even if he’d been momentarily tempted by her, it was just the kind of mistake many men might make. That’s how I comforted myself. Since I couldn’t let go, I chose to forgive him. But this would be the last time. I gently wrapped my arms around his waist, and Dylan’s eyes reddened with emotion. “You’ve finally forgiven me. You don’t know how scared I was this morning when I woke up and remembered how I treated you yesterday. I was terrified you’d leave me over this.” I said, “Dylan, whether you’re lying to me this time or not, I hope this is the last time.” Dylan promised, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare make such a stupid mistake again.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I don’t like that woman named Juliet. Fire her from the company.” I deliberately ignored Dylan’s momentary stiffness, only hearing him promise in my ear, “Alright, I’ll do as you say. When I get back to the office, I’ll have HR terminate her.” From then on, Juliet completely disappeared from Dylan’s and my world. Our life seemed to return to those sweet early days. During my free time, I still went into the kitchen to cook meals for Dylan. And he was more considerate than before, with an added sense of compensation born from guilt. The wounds in my heart seemed to slowly heal with the passage of time. Everything was moving in a positive direction. For a while, I thought choosing to forgive Dylan had been the right decision. Until one day, I accidentally saw a record of a large money transfer on his phone. That’s when I suddenly realized that those days when we seemed to have reconciled were nothing more than a rainbow bubble I’d woven for myself, wrapped in a layer of false, colorful illusion. With just a gentle poke, it shattered. Dylan had labeled this transfer recipient as “Sunshine” – an ordinary name that seemed unremarkable at first glance, yet I felt an inexplicable intuition that this person was Juliet. I suppressed the sharp pain welling up in my chest and quietly scrolled through the chat records between Dylan and “Sunshine,” reading every word carefully. Sunshine: I don’t want your money. I just want to see you. Dylan, I miss you. Dylan: I miss you too. Your birthday’s coming up soon, so to ease your longing, just take the money. Spend it however you want – buy whatever you like. If it’s not enough, let me know. Sunshine: You’re the best to me. I love you! I’ll take it then. I’ll wait for you tonight – remember to come see me! If you go home to your wife tonight and leave me alone, I’ll be mad. Dylan: How could she compare to how adorable you are? Just wait – I won’t go easy on you tonight. Their conversation went on and on, lengthy and explicit, with nearly every message being blatant flirtation. So Dylan had this disgusting side to him too! Thank goodness he left in such a hurry today and forgot his phone at home, otherwise I probably would have continued being fooled like an idiot. My face turned pale, but my heart gradually settled from the initial shock into calm. Even I found it strange – how could I accept all this so quickly? I found “Sunshine’s” phone number in Dylan’s contacts and called it without hesitation using my own phone. I said directly: “Juliet.” There was a pause on the other end, then her voice came through with a hint of laughter: “You finally figured it out. I thought I’d have to wait much longer! Now you should believe that your husband and I really do have something going on, right?” Juliet continued: “Dylan and I have been together for over a year now. He lost interest in you long ago. If you’re smart, you’ll leave quickly and spare yourself further embarrassment.” I asked: “Where do you live?” Juliet said: “What, are you planning to come settle the score with me? Well, I might as well tell you – Dylan bought me a luxury apartment right near his office. Every time he tells you he’s working late and can’t come home, he’s actually here with me.”

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I’m Amelia Gilbert, and both Bradley Wilson, my secret crush, and his father Vincent Wilson have been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Without hesitation, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. In my past life, I was forced to become Bradley’s antidote and ended up pregnant. But he was always deeply in love with his first love, Lainey Wood, and rarely came home after we married. On our fifth Christmas together, he killed my son and me, burying us in Lainey’s pomegranate orchard as fertilizer. He firmly believed I had maliciously drugged him to force a relationship, preventing him from being with Lainey. He could only watch helplessly as Lainey left for distant lands and eventually died of illness. When I woke up, I found myself back at the moment they were poisoned. In this life, I choose to be Vincent’s antidote. ***** “Ms. Gilbert, please think of something! Mr. Wilson is about to pass out!” The housekeeper Sydney Fuller paced back and forth anxiously. I broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly. The excruciating pain of being hit by a car and collapsing to the ground hadn’t faded yet. My child’s bloodied and mangled face still lingered before my eyes. Sydney’s voice suddenly rang out, leaving me somewhat dazed. In my past life, Sydney was dismissed after I married Bradley. We never saw each other again. Sydney said, “Today is the family dinner. Mr. Wilson has had a bit too much to drink. Would you go check on him?” Upon hearing this, I instinctively stepped back two paces. I thought in shock, “I’m alive again?” “Sydney, have the driver pick up Lainey. Bradley has been drugged with an aphrodisiac.” I suppressed my inner excitement and looked at Sydney beside me. She paused, a hint of confusion crossing her face. “Sydney, hurry!” I stepped back again, distancing myself from Bradley’s door. “If we delay any longer, it’ll cause permanent damage.” Watching Sydney’s hurried figure as she contacted people, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In my past life, I entered the room to check on Bradley’s condition, but he roughly pulled me onto the bed, while Sydney mistakenly thought we were mutually attracted and left. Then came my pregnancy, marriage—everything went smoothly. I thought we were deeply in love, not knowing it was just the beginning of hell. He despised me, believing I had schemed to marry him and caused his separation from his beloved. He was cold to me, sarcastically suggesting my child might not even be his, and wouldn’t even allow the child to appear at his dinner table. On our fifth Christmas, he drove drunk and killed my two children and me. When the car came speeding toward us, the children were still clinging tightly to my legs, only to be consumed by blood the next second. Suppressing the hatred in my heart, I slowly walked toward another bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. I remembered clearly that Bradley’s father Vincent had also been drugged with an aphrodisiac. It was rumored that his health was poor, which was why he only had one son. So naturally, the Wilson family inheritance fell to Bradley. But what if Vincent had a few more children this time? I pushed open the door, hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom. Vincent’s eyes burned with desire, his black shirt clinging to his abdominal muscles. When our eyes met, his Adam’s apple bobbed suddenly, and he pulled me into his arms.

The next afternoon, I walked out of my room wrapped in my torn clothes. I ran right into Lainey carrying lunch toward Bradley’s room, a faint red mark visible on her neck. She looked up at me, her gaze scanning me from head to toe before a knowing smile curved her lips. “Ms. Gilbert, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?” she asked. Standing in front of me, she tilted her chin up slightly. “You haven’t done something shameful, have you? Though I suppose it makes sense—for wealth and status, you’d seduce a man old enough to be your father. How embarrassing if word got out.” I looked up at her. “Are you talking about yourself?” Lainey snorted coldly. “Don’t try to be clever with me. I’m nothing like you. I’m the one who’s going to marry Bradley, while you’re just his plaything for entertainment.” I pulled my clothes tighter around me, thinking: “Plaything for entertainment?” In my past life, Vincent had indeed paid someone for services, giving the woman money afterward to settle things. But this life would be different. I would get pregnant soon. If I could carry Bradley’s child in my past life, I could certainly carry Vincent’s child in this one. My gaze swept over the hot milk in her hands. “Ms. Wood, please go serve Mr. Wilson.” I was about to leave when I caught sight of Bradley approaching from the corner of my eye. He wrapped his arm around Lainey and leaned down to kiss her, their lips and tongues intertwining. “Lainey, after such an exhausting night, why didn’t you stay and sleep with me longer?” he said. Lainey pouted her red lips. “I still have to work my part-time job. I can’t always stay here with you.” Then she looked at me. “I see Ms. Gilbert seems quite leisurely. How enviable.” Bradley spoke with contempt in his voice. “What is she worth? Baby, forget about those part-time jobs. You’re mine now.” After speaking, he turned his gaze to me, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness. “Did you have the driver pick up Lainey last night? You’re smarter than I thought! But you’d better remember your place. Don’t even think about touching what doesn’t belong to you!” His icy words pierced my heart like needles, making me feel like a complete joke. It turns out that loving someone really can’t be hidden. In my past life, Bradley had saved me from bullies, and from that moment, I secretly fell for him, always trying to stay close to him. After graduation, I even came to work as the acting housekeeper at the Wilson Manor, just to be closer to the man I loved. I had asked him if he truly wanted to marry me. He had clearly nodded in agreement and comforted me: “Of course I do. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.” But once he truly gained control of the Wilson family, he lost patience with me. The word “hypocrite” was made to describe Bradley. I nodded calmly. “I understand.” In this life, with Lainey in the picture, I wondered if the two of them could stay together. I was about to leave when Bradley suddenly blocked my path, completely cutting off my escape route. His gaze fixed intently on my forearm, where red marks from last night’s restraints still remained. “Who did this?” He grabbed my arm roughly. “Can’t you live without a man? Can’t you hold back for even a moment?” He gripped me tightly, and my torn sleeve slipped down. I quickly used my other hand to pull my clothes back up. Fighting through the pain in my arm, I looked at him with disgust. “Mr. Wilson, let go of me!” His face flushed slightly, and his grip tightened even more. “Did you sleep with one of the security guards? Are you that desperate?” he said. His eyes were vicious, as if he wanted to throw me out the door immediately. Just as I was about to tell him to get lost, Lainey’s voice suddenly rang out: “It’s so hot!” Bradley immediately released me and rushed to her side. She was crouched on the ground, the cup of hot milk spilled everywhere. She covered her arm with one hand, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s so hot, it hurts!” Bradley immediately helped her up and pulled her into his arms. Lainey rested her chin on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around him, her eyes meeting mine with pure smugness. In my past life, besides seducing Bradley, Lainey had affairs with several other men, including older ones, all in pursuit of marrying someone wealthy. Later, when she saw Bradley marry me, she turned to an elderly rich man, even going abroad to bear his child. In the end, she was abused by the old man and couldn’t escape. She finally killed him and then took her own life. Yet Bradley firmly believed that Lainey had chosen to end her life because of her love for him. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a strange flutter in my abdomen. I was probably going to be a mother soon. And the Wilson family heir would no longer have to be Bradley’s. I smiled softly, though there was no warmth in my eyes.

After the incident, Vincent got up to pack his bags and head to the branch office. Before leaving, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Wait for me. I’ll give you an explanation when I get back.” I didn’t ask what kind of explanation that would be. Once he found out I was carrying his child, he would definitely marry me. Though it was only a few days, the wait felt unbearably long. The conversation between Lainey and me that day had been overheard by quite a few servants. They mistakenly thought I had seduced Bradley. However, Bradley made it clear that his future wife could only be Lainey, and demanded that everyone treat Lainey with the same respect they showed him. “Hey, did you guys hear? What’s the deal with Ms. Gilbert?” “I heard she’s been with that security guard. As the head housekeeper, she was doing that kind of thing during work hours!” “Exactly. And she’s a college graduate too. I think she’s worse than someone who didn’t even finish elementary school.” These people hadn’t even seen me enter Vincent’s room, yet they gathered together to gossip about it. After hearing these rumors, Bradley’s face turned ashen, and he left without saying a word. To curry favor with the future lady of the house, the maids began disobeying my instructions. My meals were sprinkled with dirt and pebbles, making them inedible. Even my bedding was often doused with water, leaving it soaking wet and impossible to sleep on. “Ms. Gilbert, your bedding is wet again.” Lainey stood nearby with her arms crossed, smiling as she said, “They’re really going too far, bullying you like this.” I turned my head away, unwilling to look at her fake smile, and continued hanging my bedding on the clothesline. More and more nasty comments reached my ears, with some people saying them right to my face. They said I had slept my way through college, that I came to work at the Wilson Manor just to seduce men. Some even knocked on my door at night to check if I was sleeping alone. “She wasn’t here last night. Do you think she snuck into some security guard’s room?” “I bet it was Justin—he was alone in his room last night!” I just gave them a cold glance, not wanting to get into a direct confrontation with them for now. They were clearly following Lainey’s instigation, trying to make me so miserable that I’d leave on my own. Just as I was about to return to my room, I suddenly encountered Bradley in the hallway, who had just returned from outside. He slammed me against the wall and grabbed my throat with his other hand. “Are you that desperate? Can’t go a moment without a man?” His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of contempt. Terror shot through me as I tried to break free from his grip, but I was too weak to overpower him. “You actually believe that kind of talk? That says more about what kind of person you are.” I looked directly into his eyes, speaking each word clearly. A flash of anger crossed his gaze. “Bitch! Someone like you is capable of anything.” He continued staring at my face, maintaining eye contact. Perhaps my struggling annoyed him, because he spoke again: “Amelia, I can make you my woman, but my wife can only be Lainey.” Everything went black before my eyes. I felt that all my past feelings for him had been completely wasted. I snorted coldly. “Disgusting!” He suddenly reached out and grabbed my face roughly. He threatened, “What? You still want to sleep with other men? Amelia, don’t be ungrateful. You can only be mine. Otherwise…” My jaw ached from his grip, and the flesh on my cheeks felt like it was about to tear. He stared at me for a moment, then suddenly released his grip and gently caressed my cheek. With an ambiguous expression, he said, “You just need to be obedient. I simply can’t marry you, but you can name any other conditions you want.” I frowned. “Bradley! I don’t agree.” He suddenly flew into a rage and slammed my head hard against the wall. He roared, “You came to my house just to seduce men? If that’s the case, then get out now! We don’t need a disgusting housekeeper like you here!” I took the opportunity to turn and leave. Leaving the Wilson Manor would actually be good—I could quietly focus on my pregnancy. Just as I turned the corner, Lainey blocked my path. She said, “Amelia, why are you trying to seduce my man?” I was somewhat speechless and prepared to walk around her. “Ms. Gilbert, don’t be like this,” Lainey suddenly shouted loudly. I turned back just in time to see her open the window and fall from the second floor. I froze in place, unable to understand what she was trying to do. The servants downstairs suddenly rushed out, and Bradley immediately followed. “Lainey!” He swept Lainey into his arms and carried her inside, calling for the family doctor at the same time. Lainey nestled in his embrace, saying softly, “Bradley, I was careless. Ms. Gilbert didn’t push me. I just don’t want you to be taken away from me!” “Amelia!” Bradley’s gaze turned cold as he looked at me. “You’ve gone too far! Bring her to me!” Several security guards immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged me in front of Bradley. My head hit the steps hard, making me dizzy. “How dare you lay a hand on Lainey?” Bradley stared at me intently. “It wasn’t me!” I protested urgently. “There are real-time security cameras in all the hallways. You can check the footage!” Lainey gently tugged at Bradley’s sleeve, saying quietly, “Just let it go. She probably didn’t mean it.” “You’re still defending her?” Bradley frowned at me. “Lainey, you’re still so naive.” He held Lainey tightly. “I’ll make sure you get justice!” I forced a bitter smile, feeling a chill in my heart. He never wanted to listen to my explanations. Bradley said, “Then scar her face!” I shook my head frantically. If my face was injured, I’d face discrimination when looking for jobs in the future. “No!” I looked up at them. “I didn’t do it. You can’t treat me like this!” Bradley sneered, “Too late. Go get the fruit knife!” A faint smile played at the corners of Lainey’s mouth. I was furious. I hadn’t done anything, yet I was being dragged into this charade. Bradley picked up the fruit knife and slashed it across my face without hesitation. Blood trickled down my cheek as I trembled from the pain. A small pool of blood quickly formed on the floor. “This is the price of making mistakes!” He leaned down close to me, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make me angry, or I won’t hesitate to kill you!” My whole body went cold. So Bradley had been reborn too, just like me. Thinking of everything from my past life, rage boiled up inside me. He raised the fruit knife again, waving it in front of me. “Do you know you were wrong? Just admit your mistake, and I’ll stop.” “I did nothing wrong!” I glared at him fiercely. “Bradley, why won’t you just die!” He immediately flew into a rage and raised the knife again. Just then, urgent footsteps could be heard approaching. Vincent called out urgently, “What do you think you’re doing?”

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On my tenth Christmas since returning to my biological parents, my eyes were blinded by the fake heir Nicholas Ray, leaving me nearly completely sightless. Devastated, I took the initiative to break off my engagement, but my fiancée firmly refused. “I love you. Let me be your eyes.” My parents, Darian and Jessica Ray, also stood firmly by me and immediately called the police. Unexpectedly, during the police investigation, the fake heir accidentally fell from a building and died. With my family’s love and support, my fiancée and I successfully got married. On our fifth Christmas together, my child Soren Ray had just come home from school when I accidentally overheard that fake heir’s voice at the door. “That blind man sure has nine lives. After all these years, the poison still hasn’t killed him.” My wife Mia Lynn’s voice was sweet and cheerful. “Soon enough. In a few more days, all his inheritance will be ours. He’s been taking such good care of our child all these years! Mom and Dad said once he transfers all of Grandpa’s inheritance to our names, we won’t need to worry about him anymore.” In that moment, I finally understood—everything was a web of lies woven by those closest to me. If that’s what they wanted, then so be it. ***** Heartbroken, I prepared to leave but accidentally knocked over a flower pot by the door. The sound of it hitting the ground caught their attention. “Who’s there!” Mia reacted quickly, immediately pulling the door open. When she saw me, her voice instinctively became sharp. “Jack, how long have you been standing here?” At the same time, I felt a hostile gaze filled with feminine energy boring into my face. I understood—this was Nicholas staring at me, trying to read something from my expression. He had studied micro-expression analysis, and ever since I returned to this family, he’d always used my expressions to frame me. I was still just a blind man for now—I couldn’t afford to tear off the mask yet. “I just came upstairs. I heard you talking just now? Is someone visiting?” The room fell into brief silence. Though I couldn’t see, I could guess the current situation. Nicholas must be observing my reaction. I tried to keep my expression calm and natural. After a moment, Mia Lynn relaxed. “I just invited your attending physician over to understand your recovery progress. By the way, this month’s physical therapy is about to start again. Jack, let me take you there.” I didn’t refuse and nodded gently. The therapy room was on the thirteenth floor of the hospital. Mia escorted me to the room. The doctor quickly gave me an injection. My eyes began to sting, and I became drowsy. But the next moment, I suddenly became alert. “If we continue using this medication, Jack’s optic nerves and brain nerves will be completely damaged. He’ll only be able to become a vegetable then. If we stop the medication immediately and provide proper care, there’s still hope for recovery.” The speaker was my attending physician. My heart instantly turned ice cold. What did this mean? I’d always thought he was injecting me with medication to treat my eyes, but it was actually chronic poison? And this doctor was a specialist that Darian and Jessica had specifically hired. I held my breath, not daring to let Mia notice anything unusual. Mia’s voice carried irritation. “This is also his parents’ intention. If you don’t believe me, go ask them yourself.” I waited patiently for the call to connect. Soon, I heard Darian and Jessica’s voices echoing in the therapy room. “The medication for Jack? Keep using it. It doesn’t matter if he becomes a vegetable in the end anyway. It’s fine—when that happens, we can have Nicholas get plastic surgery to swap faces with him, and no one will suspect anything.” Those few short sentences completely chilled my heart, and I almost couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I thought that during the ten Christmases since returning home, showing filial piety to Darian and Jessica every day would make them truly accept me. But now it seemed that nothing could compare to Nicholas, whom they’d raised since childhood, even without a drop of shared blood. The call ended, and Mia impatiently waved her hand. “Hurry up and finish today’s treatment session. I’m leaving first. If he asks, just tell him I had something at the company.” The sound of her high heels gradually faded away. Hearing the sound of the medication being prepared, I suddenly opened my eyes. I turned toward where the sound came from and said in a low voice, “Doctor, have you ever considered switching employers?”

When Mia returned, the doctor had already helped me sit up properly. “Honey, how are you feeling today? Better than yesterday?” Her tone was still so gentle and caring, but now it only made me feel sick. I calmly pulled my arm from her embrace and smiled casually: “Much better. Maybe after a few more treatments, I’ll be completely recovered.” I could feel Mia’s breathing suddenly become rapid. She smiled and congratulated me, then said she needed to discuss something privately with the doctor and asked me to step out. I walked out of the room but didn’t actually leave. Instead, I sat outside the door, quietly listening to Mia aggressively berating the doctor. I discreetly turned on my phone’s recording function. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are his eyes getting better and better?” The doctor’s explanation chilled me to the bone. “Jack’s blindness after Christmas was actually just a stress response. Theoretically, it would gradually recover on its own without treatment. After using medication for so many months, his body has developed resistance. Stronger drugs would damage his liver and could even be life-threatening.” Mia impatiently interrupted him: “So what? I don’t care about anything else. Just make sure you prepare the medication properly.” After the conversation ended, I stopped recording and walked out step by step with my white cane. Suddenly someone bumped into me. The person didn’t apologize, just slipped a piece of paper into my palm. The note felt somewhat rough and uneven – like a message meant for me. Before I could examine it carefully, Mia called out to me from behind. “Honey, what are you doing here?” I instinctively hid the note and turned toward her. “Nothing, just waiting for you here.” Mia said nothing more and directly led me to the car to go home and see Darian and Jessica. After getting out of the car, Darian and Jessica enthusiastically came over to link arms with me. “Jack, Mia told us you’ll be able to see again soon. When that happens, I’ll definitely throw you a party. Let everyone know that the Ray family heir is healthy and well. It’s just that the company’s been a bit tight on funds lately…” Every time Mia brought me back, Darian and Jessica would chat for just a few minutes before starting to complain about the company’s difficulties. And because I’d been carrying guilt over Nicholas’s death, I would always use income from the fund my grandfather left me to help them out. But what I got in return was them wanting my life for Nicholas’s sake. I quietly distanced myself from them. “The fund returns haven’t been great lately, and I still need money for my eye treatment. I really can’t spare any.” Saying this made me feel even worse. All these months, Darian and Jessica had used the excuse of not wanting to pressure me to make me pay for my own treatment costs, but in reality, they were using my money to harm me. “How could you not have the money?” Jessica’s voice became sharp, but she quickly realized her slip and hurried to cover: “Jack, I didn’t mean anything by that. I just think with all the assets your grandfather left you, how could you not have a few hundred thousand dollars? Maybe those fund managers are deceiving you. How about this – let us manage the fund for you. We’re all family, how could we possibly cheat you?” It was precisely my parents and wife who had deceived me the most deeply. I suppressed a cold laugh and refused Jessica, citing that the contract hadn’t expired yet. When she saw I wouldn’t give her money, her expression immediately turned cold. She instructed the servants to take me upstairs while she and Darian went into the kitchen, saying they wanted to personally cook me a good meal. After the servant left, I quietly made my way to the kitchen door and turned on my phone’s recording function.

“What an ungrateful bastard, making excuses every time we ask him for money.” The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was particularly grating, and Jessica’s cursing felt like she was chopping up my heart. Darian chimed in from the side. “I think all the kindness he showed us before was just an act. If Nicholas hadn’t blinded him, he’d probably be getting too big for his britches by now.” I felt nothing but cold inside. Back when Darian and Jessica’s company was struggling financially, I was the one who went to countless business dinners, drinking until I had stomach bleeding, just to save their company. When my father developed kidney failure, both Nicholas and I were compatible donors, but I was the one who volunteered to give up a kidney. Yet all my sacrifices had somehow become my fault in their mouths. “Darian, Jessica, it’s okay. Once Jack dies, Nicholas can come back.” “Back when Darian was sick, if it wasn’t for Nicholas…” I couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what followed, and left in a daze. I returned to my room and pulled out the Braille note hidden in my pocket, slowly feeling my way through it. [Jack, you actually heard me talking to Mia that day, didn’t you? Too bad you’re just a useless blind man who doesn’t have the guts to confront Mia.] [Forgot to tell you, all that money Mom and Dad took from you this Christmas, I spent every penny of it. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have had to fake my death.] [Oh, and the evidence of me blinding you has long been destroyed by Mom, Dad, and Mia. They personally closed the case too.] I could clearly feel the wailing in my heart. The parents and wife I had always given everything to had never considered me family. But before I could even process my grief, a message from the doctor interrupted my thoughts. “Mr. Ray, according to protocol, if you use the medication one more time, you’ll likely go permanently blind and suffer nerve damage. But if you stop the medication, you should recover in about half a month.” The doctor’s words helped calm my emotions somewhat. Mia knocked on the door, and I followed her downstairs for dinner. At the dinner table, I tried to speak up. “My health has been poor lately, and I’m just dragging Mia down. Maybe we should get divorced.” As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the sound of dishes shattering next to Mia, followed by her ice-cold voice. “Jack, what do you mean by that?” “I will never divorce you. If I thought you were a burden, I wouldn’t have married you in the first place.” She reached around from behind me with a smile, her body temperature warm, yet I felt cold all over. Mia said gently. “After all, the doctor said your eyes are recovering. Just a few more treatments and you’ll be fine.” Mia knew full well that continuing the medication would turn me into a vegetable or leave me completely blind, but she still wanted me dead. I forced a smile and took her hand. “I was just joking. I don’t really want a divorce. Don’t worry.” Everyone at the table was laughing when Mia’s phone suddenly rang. She said it was work and left. Soon after, Darian and Jessica also got up and left the table. Ever since going blind, my hearing had become particularly sharp. I heard the front door open and people deliberately lowering their voices in conversation. “Why won’t this blind fool just get lost? I get annoyed just looking at him.” Nicholas’s voice was full of impatience, while Darian and Jessica carefully tried to appease him. “Don’t rush, he’s still useful. We haven’t gotten our hands on the money your grandfather left him yet…” Nicholas said nothing more but started walking toward me step by step. Hearing the footsteps, I quickly spoke up, “Dad, Mom, do we have guests?” Darian and Jessica hurriedly made excuses, when Mia suddenly let out a gasp. What followed was the disgusting sound of kissing and hushed flirting. “Baby, how about you keep me company tonight? Right here next to this blind fool.” “I’ll be careful. I promise to make you happy tonight.”

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When I was nine months pregnant, my water suddenly broke in my husband Lawrence’s office. His secretary Elizabeth Bennett pushed me away with a look of disgust. “How disgusting! A grown woman wetting herself like that—how embarrassing!” Lawrence appeared just in time and angrily slapped Elizabeth across the face. “This is my company. Even if my wife actually peed on your head, you’d just have to deal with it! You’re fired—get out now!” I passed out and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the nurse told me the baby didn’t survive. In my despair, I wanted to see my child one last time, but instead I saw Lawrence and Elizabeth secretly making out in the hallway outside my room. Lawrence gently kissed the red mark on her face. “Sorry, baby. I had to hit you or that crazy woman Olivia would never let you off the hook. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of that kid. Are you feeling better now? Once everything settles down, I’ll bring our daughter back and have her take care of it, so she can be a nanny for life.” My hands trembling, I turned on my phone’s recording function as tears streamed down my face. So ten years of love and five years of marriage had all been nothing but my own delusion. ***** Elizabeth pouted unhappily. “What if Jeanette doesn’t warm up to me when she grows up, and Olivia uses that against me? I don’t want that!” Lawrence affectionately tapped her forehead. “You’re being silly. With Olivia being such a strict mother, she’ll definitely micromanage everything about Jeanette. Once you say a few sweet words and take her out to play, how could she not like you? Besides, Jeanette is your daughter—how could she not be close to you?” “But Jeanette is our child after all. What if Olivia wants a paternity test in the future?” Lawrence pulled Elizabeth into his arms, his voice gentle. “Don’t worry. Olivia has been completely obedient to me all these years. I’ve never even touched her, and she’s never suspected anything. That night I just found some random guy to sleep with her. If she makes a big fuss, I’ll release that video!” Elizabeth laughed admiringly and continued acting coy. “You can’t just avoid touching her—I also want you to damage her uterus so she can never be a mother. That’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied.” “Of course, baby,” Lawrence said, kissing her hand while comforting her. He used to do the same thing with me, but now it just made me sick. They continued whispering, but toward the end Elizabeth seemed a bit scared. “Maybe we should just drug her instead. Doing surgery out of nowhere might make people suspicious.” Lawrence smiled and ruffled her hair. “Didn’t you say drugging her wouldn’t be satisfying enough? Alright, just watch my performance when the time comes. She should be waking up soon—let me hold you a bit longer before I go upstairs.” Amid Elizabeth’s exaggerated laughter, I quietly slipped away. The wound in my abdomen felt like it was about to tear open, causing excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Lawrence, what exactly did he think I was? His enemy? I curled up in bed with my eyes closed, recalling all the memories from the past, unable to tell what was real and what was fake. “Honey, I’m here.” I opened my eyes to see Lawrence smiling tenderly. He was carrying a thermos, and his other hand was tightly holding mine where it lay on the bed. “I’ve been watching over you for hours. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Come on, eat up, little foodie. I made your favorite pan-seared bass and asparagus myself.” Lawrence speared a piece of asparagus with his fork, blew on it, and fed it to me. To outsiders, he seemed like the most dependable man, and for ten years I had believed the same thing. I pushed away the fork Lawrence offered me, my voice shaking. “Where’s my baby?” Lawrence put on a sorrowful expression. “Honey, you were carrying a stillborn baby—it wasn’t breathing when it was born. Not only that, but your uterus got infected too. I’ve already had them dispose of the baby. I won’t let anything that hurts you stick around!” These sweet words only made me feel cold all over. Tears streaming down my face, I grabbed Lawrence’s shoulder. “Please, let me see him one last time. After all, I carried him for nine months.” Lawrence calmly brushed my hand away, his tone becoming impatient. “I told you it’s been disposed of. Don’t you understand? Your uterus is infected too and needs immediate surgery. I’ve already adopted a child, so we’ll be a happy family of three.” Hearing him say “happy,” I laughed bitterly. I was about to argue back when I met Lawrence’s disgusted expression. He stood up and looked down at me. “Olivia, you just lost a child, so I don’t want to fight with you. But for your own good, you need to have your uterus removed immediately.” I tried to grab his sleeve, wanting to beg him to let me see the baby one last time. But Lawrence shook me off disdainfully and shouted toward the door: “Nurse, why aren’t you coming in? The patient is emotionally unstable—give her a sedative right away!” I could only watch helplessly as the nurses rushed in, my struggles useless. Finally, I was wheeled into the operating room for that so-called “treatment” surgery. Lawrence was truly heartless. Aside from that initial sedative injection, the doctors didn’t give me anything else. I remained conscious throughout almost the entire surgery. As the scalpel cut through my skin, waves of excruciating pain washed over me, but I gritted my teeth and didn’t make a sound. By the time I came out, sweat had completely soaked through my hospital gown. Lawrence had transformed back into that caring husband, looking at me tenderly as if nothing had happened. “You’ve been through so much, Olivia. Don’t be afraid—I’ll treat you even better from now on.” He seemed like he wanted to kiss my forehead, but I turned away and gave him only my cold, indifferent back. Lawrence, there was no future left between us.

I dragged my weakened body home with great effort. The study wasn’t locked because Lawrence wasn’t worried about me going in at all. He thought I would always respect him like before, so I easily found that safe. The box was stuffed with photos of him and Elizabeth. The top one was a family portrait of them with their child, with a line written on the back: Thank God for blessing me with this treasure. Below that, every single photo was a monthly pregnancy shot Lawrence had taken of Elizabeth. Each photo was marked with dates in black marker, along with his wishes for this child. If it was a boy, he hoped he’d be responsible and successful in life and career. If it was a girl, he wished her to be wise and kind. Boy or girl, this child should be healthy and safe, happy for life. I thought again of that child who never had the chance to open his eyes, and the hatred in my heart nearly consumed me. Maybe getting pregnant was a mistake from the start. I gently caressed my abdomen, where my child once lived. But he was taken away forever before he could even see this world. I wiped away my tears, otherwise I couldn’t see the photos clearly. Until I found Elizabeth’s prenatal checkup report, on the back of which was an apology letter Lawrence had written to me. I know I’m sorry to Olivia, but isn’t she at fault too? She can’t give birth to another man’s child. Removing her uterus is just right, I think she’s dirty anyway. To be honest, I’ve been very good to Olivia. I won’t let her know about Elizabeth either, I’ve been consistent with her. There was also a newly added line, the ink still wet, smudging at the slightest touch. Lawrence’s final words: Olivia and I are even now. Is this how he deceived me? His so-called kindness was just an excuse for his betrayal in the end. I wondered, Lawrence, when exactly did you change? I remember when I first took over Hawthorne Group, I was young and hot-headed, offending quite a few people. Everyone was waiting to see me fail, but Lawrence came to me voluntarily, saying he wanted to marry me and become part of my family. Lawrence was the only son of the Winters family, whose business empire was no smaller than ours. So I slapped everyone in the face hard. His eyes back then were as bright as stars in the night sky, gripping my hand tightly as he said he loved me. As long as he could be with me, he didn’t mind anything. Over the years, he even cured my insomnia, stomach problems, and headaches. Lawrence and I – it wasn’t congratulations during success, but a helping hand during hardship. I was once willing to give everything for him, but now he made me understand that everything comes with a price. Young me never thought about the bill behind all this. I tremblingly photographed these pictures one by one and sent them all to my lawyer Andy Jones. I wanted him to be utterly ruined and left with nothing, all within a week.

I only slept for a few hours before groggily getting out of bed. Today was the monthly visit to Winters Villa. To avoid suspicion, I forced myself to suppress my nausea and got in the car. Andy reminded me that I had to collect evidence at all costs. Only then could I bring Lawrence down completely when he was at his most vulnerable. But I never expected Lawrence to be so brazen—he sat openly with Elizabeth right in front of all the relatives. Lawrence kept brushing strands of hair from Elizabeth’s temples behind her ears. The moment I arrived, Lawrence’s sister Anne sneered and rolled her eyes. “Here comes the hen that laid a rotten egg. Late as usual, and with that sour face—absolutely disgusting.” Anne’s eyes were full of hostility. “I heard you even wet yourself in my brother’s office? Don’t you dare call yourself family anymore—it’s too embarrassing.” Anne had always hated me. Lawrence being a live-in son-in-law was something the entire family found shameful. After marriage, I’d tried hard to repair my relationship with her, but it was useless. I still remembered when Lawrence was away on business, Anne suddenly came to me with a dirty bracelet. She said it was a Winters family heirloom, only given to the true Mrs. Winters, and told me to wear it every day, no matter the occasion. I found it strange but did as she asked. Until the day Lawrence returned from his trip, saw the bracelet on my wrist, and frowned, saying, “Isn’t that the collar my sister puts on her dog?” Back then, Lawrence must have loved me. He was genuinely angry, and it was the first time I’d seen that arrogant girl Anne cry while apologizing to me. From then on, Anne gave me respect in front of others. But this time, Lawrence looked at me with nothing but annoyance, as if I embarrassed him. His tone was cold and impatient. “You shouldn’t have come today at all. If people find out I have a wife who’s incontinent, what will they think of me?” I stood there stunned. I knew he’d changed, but I never imagined he could be this shameless. He knew perfectly well that it was my water breaking, not the humiliating thing others claimed. Tears silently streamed down my face. The room fell quiet for half a minute. Everyone seemed unable to believe that the man who once cherished his wife beyond measure would now publicly humiliate me like this. Anne broke the silence, linking arms with Elizabeth and smiling. “Since my brother put it that way, Elizabeth will be your new wife from now on. Lawrence, you can’t refuse.” Under my gaze filled with pain, grievance, and a trace of hope, Lawrence nodded. Anne seized the moment to stir things up: “Lawrence, you have to kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” The relatives joined in the chanting, and Lawrence casually kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. He glanced back at me as if explaining he was forced into it, but I only felt disgusted. “Since you’ve called her wife and kissed her, Lawrence, shouldn’t you show something? You can’t just marry such a beautiful wife for nothing!” Lawrence smiled with feigned helplessness, but his movements were quick as he pulled an exquisite bracelet from his pocket and solemnly placed it on Elizabeth’s wrist. Anne gasped: “Lawrence, isn’t that our family’s ancestral bracelet?” Lawrence nodded, pulling Elizabeth closer. “You just told me to show something, and now you’re reluctant? Don’t you think this bracelet suits Elizabeth perfectly?” It really did suit her. Elizabeth held the child in her arms while Lawrence held her tightly. No matter how you looked at it, they were a warm family of three. My eyes stung red, tears falling drop by drop. Anne mocked loudly again: “How can someone be so clueless about the occasion, making such a scene here? What a troublemaker.” Seeing me cry, Lawrence smugly pulled Elizabeth even closer. “My sister’s just joking around. Why are you being so petty? You’re ruining the whole atmosphere—can’t you stop being such a killjoy?” “Olivia, don’t be angry. It’s my fault.” The moment Elizabeth touched me, she suddenly pretended to be startled and cried out, falling to the side. Lawrence immediately caught her. Before I could react, Anne pretended to be concerned and shoved me to the ground. My body was already weak, held up only by sheer willpower. I felt warmth flowing beneath me, and looking down, I saw blood had already stained the floor. But the physical pain couldn’t compare to the ache in my heart. Lawrence held Elizabeth with concern written all over his face. But when he looked at me, he immediately switched to a cold expression. “Olivia, why do you always ruin the mood? You sat down on the ground yourself—how could you be bleeding? Stop making a scene, will you? If you’re going to act, at least make it believable. Can’t you have some common sense?” My nails dug deep into my palms, sending sharp pain through me. Only this way could I block out his cruel words. Maybe because I remained silent, or Lawrence got tired of talking, or perhaps Elizabeth really needed his comfort—Lawrence picked Elizabeth up in his arms in front of everyone. He said, “Elizabeth, does it hurt? Let me take you upstairs to rest.” The last thing I saw was Elizabeth’s triumphant and contemptuous smile as she looked back at me. After getting the bleeding treated at the hospital, I returned home. I stumbled into the villa’s courtyard, where dirty clothes were scattered all over the flower beds, and not a single servant was in sight. Elizabeth was leaning against the fountain, speaking smugly: “Babe, have you ever gotten oral from that old hag Olivia?” I froze. Elizabeth’s moans grew louder and louder—that was Lawrence’s best answer. Thinking about our pathetically few intimate encounters made the irony even more bitter. Once, on a whim, I had a makeup artist come to the house to do my makeup. I timed it perfectly for Lawrence’s return, deliberately posing in the most seductive position. Under the sultry purple lighting, the lace on my body revealed tantalizing glimpses of my figure. But the moment Lawrence walked in, he flicked on the lights. His face showed no expression, yet his lips suddenly curved into a cold sneer. “Olivia, stop wasting your energy. I know you want a child, and I’ll give you one.” So that’s how it was! That’s actually how it was! My nails dug deep into my palms, blood dripping through my fingers. No wonder I got pregnant shortly after that night. Lawrence didn’t want to touch me, so he found someone else to take his place, while I foolishly dreamed of sharing a life with him! I stood there numbly, finally realizing all the clues had been right in front of me—I just hadn’t seen them. I don’t know how much time passed before a baby’s crying brought me back to reality. Elizabeth stood in front of me with her phone, looking triumphant. She tilted her neck back, showing off the large hickeys on her throat. “They say mothers and children are connected at heart, and it’s so true. Look, just a phone recording and you’re reacting this strongly. If you saw the actual child, would you cry yourself to death?” I thought: “The child? My child is still alive?” I lunged forward and grabbed Elizabeth, my strength so intense she struggled desperately. I didn’t care about anything else—I just knew my child wasn’t dead! “Tell me! Where are you hiding him? Tell me! Say it!” I shook Elizabeth with all my might, the fury in my eyes almost burning through her. “Cough, cough, let go of me. I can’t, cough, cough, cough, breathe.” Elizabeth finally managed to gasp out a few words. I released my grip, and she didn’t even bother coughing anymore. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she slowly approached me, leaning close to my ear and speaking word by word: “Your child was beaten to death by Lawrence.” “Such a pity.” Elizabeth pretended to be shocked, covering her mouth. “He didn’t die after the first blow—he was still writhing like a worm. If Lawrence hadn’t been so strong and beaten him three times, that bastard might have survived.” “You crazy b*tch, I’m going to kill you!” Rage made me completely lose control. My eyes turned red as I raised my hand to strike Elizabeth. The next second, someone shoved me hard to the ground. My leg hit the stone pavement with a crisp sound of bone cracking. But Lawrence, who had pushed me, immediately shielded Elizabeth, his face full of disgust. “Olivia, what’s gotten into you? You used to act so fragile, falling over with the slightest push. Now you can actually hit people—it’s a miracle!” He backed away with Elizabeth in his arms, as if I were something filthy. “I really don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish! Elizabeth gave us a child. Instead of being grateful for her sacrifice, you treat her like this? She can never be a mother again, and you have the heart to hit her? Olivia, how did you become like this?” I said nothing, and Lawrence didn’t want to argue with me anymore. “Fine, I’m taking Elizabeth away. She won’t appear in front of you again—are you satisfied now? Get up, there’s been no one home these past few days, so stop pretending!” With that, Lawrence left with Elizabeth in his arms. My phone had already shattered in half when I fell, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for me to move even slightly. I could only collapse on the ground. From day to night, then to the next morning, I felt like my whole body was burning with fever. It wasn’t until Lawrence came home to get a coat for Elizabeth that he discovered me lying on the ground. “Olivia, is this really necessary?” Lawrence’s tone grew increasingly impatient as he looked down at me from above. “Still playing the victim? I barely pushed you, and you’re bleeding and haven’t gotten up all night. No wonder I don’t want to deal with you—you’re exhausting.” He rubbed his forehead, looking troubled. “Olivia, stop making a scene. I’m really tired.” I nodded, my attitude calm. Lawrence seemed to have forgotten that I was never the type of woman who liked to cause drama. “Good,” he sighed, as if granting me some great favor: “I know you love me too much and feel insecure. Our wedding anniversary is coming up, and I’ll make it spectacular for you.” He reached out to embrace me, but I dodged away. Lawrence was truly shameless. At my insistence, Lawrence reluctantly called an ambulance for me. The paramedics arrived and loaded me onto a stretcher to take me to the hospital. On the way, I received an OK emoji from Andy. Domestic violence, adultery, asset transfer, abandonment and harm to a newborn. All the evidence had finally been collected. I no longer had to pretend to be Lawrence’s wife.

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I, Khloe Edwards, received two “ultimatums” from my boyfriend Paul Howell—whom I’d been dating for eight years—on my birthday. First, get rid of the baby in my belly. Second, donate a kidney to Evelyn Scott, the woman he’s infatuated with. I was so furious I nearly lost control, but suddenly a strange voice echoed in my mind. [Detected disappointment level with target subject has reached 90%.] [Would you like to abandon the mission and return to the real world?] A flood of information rushed in, awakening memories I’d buried long ago. It turned out I had transmigrated into this book. Looking at Paul and Evelyn’s sweet Instagram posts on my phone, I gently blew out the candles on my cake and whispered, “When can I leave?” The system replied: [For transmigrators like you, we prioritize expedited processing.] [Approximately 30 days remaining.] I fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Then let’s go.” On my twenty-sixth birthday, I sat alone amidst the wreckage, eyes swollen and red, face full of despair. For twenty-six years since birth, no matter how terribly Paul treated me, no matter how deeply he disappointed me, as long as he softly called my name, I would forgive him. Because I was a transmigrator, and my purpose in this world was to accompany Paul. He was the entire meaning of my existence. The candlelight died out, and the smoke stung my eyes. An hour ago, I had been waiting expectantly in this carefully decorated birthday room, hoping Paul would propose to me. Half a month ago, I’d accidentally seen a diamond ring in his shopping app. Two months ago, I got pregnant. I waited from evening until nightfall, watching the cream cake melt and lose its shape. Finally, Paul came home, reeking of hospital disinfectant. He paused when he saw the room full of flowers, balloons, and cake, then said wearily, “Sorry, I was with Evelyn at her checkup today. I forgot to buy you a gift.” Evelyn—the woman Paul loved but couldn’t have. Now she was seriously ill with kidney failure. She’d once been a homewrecker for love, even cutting ties with her family, but now the rich guy had dumped her, and Paul accompanied her to all her medical appointments. On my phone was Evelyn’s latest Instagram post. She was reaching toward the moon, wearing that ring on her finger—the same one from Paul’s shopping cart. [Who plucked the moon from the sky and placed it on my finger] I remained silent, clearly dejected, but Paul ignored it as always. He sat across from me, pointing at the photos covering the wall. “Take those down. It wouldn’t look good if Evelyn saw them.” He said Evelyn was now helpless and sick, so he wanted to bring her home to live with us for easier care. My nose tingled with tears as I looked up at him. “In my own home, I hang photos of me and my boyfriend, and I have to consider someone else’s feelings?” Paul frowned, looking exhausted. “Khloe, I’m already tired today! I really don’t have the energy to fight with you.” His exhaustion was for Evelyn, but his bad temper was all for me. He impatiently pushed away the heart-shaped plate I’d carefully prepared. He said, “All you do is mess around with this useless stuff. Can any of this cure Evelyn’s illness?” The plate knocked over the already melting cake, which slowly collapsed like a pile of nauseating fat. He shouted, “What’s so great about cake! Are you really that greedy?” I remembered last week when we were shopping, Evelyn saw me buy two small cakes and pouted pitifully, “They must be so sweet. Too bad I can’t eat them anymore. Paul, taste the sweetness for me.” Paul immediately threw both cakes in the trash, his voice gentle: “When you get better, I’ll buy you a hundred cakes and let you eat until you’re sick of them.” They stood side by side, looking like a perfect match to passersby. I held my plastic fork, feeling superfluous. Facing Paul’s rage, I shed scalding tears: “Today is my birthday. What’s wrong with me eating cake? I didn’t make Evelyn sick—it’s her own fate!” Paul violently flipped the table, splashing soup all over me. I instinctively protected my belly. He said, “Khloe! You’re so vicious!” That was the most piercing thing I heard on my twenty-sixth birthday. That night, Paul didn’t come home. At dawn, Evelyn called, her voice full of feigned concern: “Khloe, did you and Paul fight? He’s at my place, chain-smoking on the balcony.” I knew Paul smoked. After I got pregnant, I’d asked him not to smoke at home, but every time he came back, the smell of cigarettes still clung to him. I thought it was just a hard habit to break, but if he truly cared, would I need to remind him? I said nothing, so Evelyn continued: “Khloe, as Paul’s friend, it really breaks my heart to see him like this. Could you please, for my sake, stop fighting with him? When people are healthy, they’re always greedy for more; only when they’re sick do they realize how precious those ordinary days were…” I cut her off: “Evelyn, you don’t need to call just to disgust me.” I heard the subtle sound of her turning on speakerphone, but I no longer cared. I was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, desperately struggling for something that was never meant to be mine, only to put on a show for others’ entertainment. Sure enough, the phone was snatched away. Paul angrily demanded: “Khloe! You’ve gone too far! Evelyn is sick! Are you deliberately calling to upset her? Do you want her dead?”

Every argument that ended without resolution, tangled together over the years, had turned the red thread between us into a mass of dead knots. Evelyn pleaded through her tears, her voice utterly pitiful: “Paul, I’m someone with no future left. Please don’t fight with Khloe over me anymore! I’m begging you! I don’t want you two arguing because of me! Khloe, it’s all my fault. I’m the one who kept clinging to Paul, asking him to accompany me to the doctor. I apologize to you. I’m sorry!” Chaos erupted on the other end of the line, followed by Evelyn collapsing again. Paul’s roar nearly pierced through the receiver: “Khloe! Are you satisfied now?!” I hung up directly. Twenty-six years old, utterly defeated—what was there to be satisfied about? By dawn, I had nearly finished packing up the house. Only the wall full of memories remained. In the book, Evelyn was a supporting female character abandoned by fate, now heading toward the tragic ending of being kicked out by the male lead. Paul didn’t even qualify as a third male lead. In the story, he was just Evelyn’s college admirer, a minor character mentioned in passing. But I remembered this boy who had always silently protected Evelyn. The book described how Paul was left behind after his parents’ divorce, raised by his elderly grandfather, growing up like roadside weeds—resilient and strong, forever guarding the goddess in his heart. Even when everyone said she deserved her fate, he only remembered the senior who had smiled at him when he first entered college. Paul was supposed to live a lonely life. It was out of pity for him that I chose to cross over here, to keep him company. In narrow alleyways, I followed Paul’s footsteps, accompanying him through his originally solitary childhood in a world the author never described, growing up together. In corners unknown to anyone, Paul and I fell in love. But now the plot had progressed to Evelyn reaping what she sowed, being driven back to the small town, falling ill and seeking out Paul. She had effortlessly destroyed everything I had carefully maintained for twenty-six years. I tore the photos into pieces, one by one. This world never truly belonged to me after all. My stomach churned violently. Oh right, I was pregnant in this world. I had asked the system if I could take the child with me when I left. The system replied: [Everything from the book can only exist briefly in the real world before quickly perishing.] Before I could make a decision, my phone suddenly vibrated. The hospital sent a report—Evelyn and I were a five-point kidney match, highly compatible. When Paul learned of Evelyn’s illness, he had secretly arranged for me to be tested for compatibility. That was the first time he had ever pleaded with me: “Khloe, please. One kidney won’t affect much—you have me anyway, and you don’t need to do any physical labor. But without a kidney, Evelyn will die.” Paul had obviously received the hospital’s notification too. For the first time since our fight two years ago, he actually spoke to me first. Perhaps feeling it was too abrupt to bring it up directly, he rarely asked me: “What are you packing?” I replied calmly: “Packing my things.” He continued on his own: “Right, you always buy all sorts of random stuff. It’s good to organize properly. After the surgery, Evelyn can move in too.” My hand froze, and I threw the item I was holding hard into the box. “What surgery?” I stared into Paul’s eyes, my gaze burning. He avoided my gaze, walked over to take my hand, his tone gentle: “I asked the doctor—it won’t have much impact on your life. Haven’t you always wanted to travel? Once you’ve recovered, I’ll take a long vacation and properly accompany you to relax. How about we travel and get married?” I had harbored feelings for Paul for twenty-six years, and we had been officially together for eight years. After he ruined my birthday, when he wanted me to donate a kidney to Evelyn, he finally proposed to me. I gently took his hand and placed it on my lower abdomen: “Paul, there’s our child here. It’s already two months along. It will grow bigger, be born, and call you daddy!” As if burned by my scorching gaze, Paul’s hand trembled slightly. He had once said the family he most envied was one with loving parents and happy children. During those lonely summer nights, we watched stars on the rooftop, back when we hadn’t yet entered college, when he hadn’t yet met Evelyn. Back then, Paul only had me, who had grown up alongside him. We entered elementary school together on the first day, giving each other courage. In middle school, I was class president, introducing outstanding graduate representative Paul to take the stage. Under everyone’s gaze, our youth shone together. At high school orientation, when I was forced to sing, Paul, who never liked performing, held a guitar and gently accompanied me. At our eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, on the eve of the oppressive college entrance exams, Paul threw away his speech and spoke clearly to all the teachers and students: “Khloe, we’ve grown up together. For the rest of our lives, we’ll walk together. Thank you for appearing in my barren life.” His kiss then, turning his head toward me, was clean and pure. The warmth of his palm had once been just as warm. We gazed at each other for a long time, tears welling up in both our eyes. He had once truly cared for me. I said: “Paul, you’re touching our child right now. Look into my eyes and tell me—do you really not want us anymore?” His throat moved, as if gripped by an invisible hand. In that moment, he wavered. But the next second, his phone rang, and Evelyn’s broken sobs came through: “Paul, it really is kidney failure. Paul! Save me! I don’t want to die!” That gentle hand instantly turned ice-cold. Paul’s eyes shook violently, like a piece of glass about to shatter. “Khloe, we can have children later.” The system notification immediately sounded in my mind. [System detected: Target’s disappointment value has reached 100%.] [Return condition changed to: death equals return.]

I agreed to donate my kidney. The system told me that to return to the real world, I had to die in this one. Then let me die on the operating table during Evelyn’s kidney transplant. Perhaps I agreed too readily—even Paul felt uneasy about it. These past few days, he’d done something unprecedented: leaving Evelyn alone at the hospital to accompany me through various medical tests. “Are you sure you want to terminate the pregnancy? The baby is developing well,” the doctor frowned, looking completely puzzled. Paul stared at the screen showing the already-formed little life, listening to the amplified heartbeat. As if struck by lightning, he lowered his head. That morning, I overheard him making a secretive phone call by the bathroom door. “Can Evelyn wait a few more months?” “Can’t wait any longer…” Of course she couldn’t wait—after all, the system had told me last night that it couldn’t bear to watch anymore and had taken the liberty of modifying the parameters, accelerating Evelyn’s condition. I told the doctor I was certain about terminating the pregnancy because I was about to donate my kidney. The doctor sighed, “This patient must be incredibly important to you. Many biological parents and siblings wouldn’t make the sacrifice you’re making.” I looked at Paul and replied softly, “I suppose she’s important. She’s a very important friend of my boyfriend’s.” The doctor looked confused: “What kind of friend could be more important than your wife and child?” She asked if we wanted to take a photo as a keepsake. Paul’s hand trembled as he reached for his phone, but I had already stood up. “No need.” My voice was as cold and hard as an operating table. Although the system had blocked the pain, when the instruments entered my abdomen, I still felt an emptiness in my heart. As if even the heart I’d grown in this world had been removed along with everything else. The blood clot lay quietly in the tray. Evelyn walked in carrying a bowl of cold soup, saying casually, “Khloe, two months doesn’t even count as life. Lots of people act like nothing happened afterward, though you’re more delicate than most. Don’t feel guilty about it—think of it as cleaning out bodily waste. Paul hasn’t even quit smoking, so your kid probably wouldn’t have grown up healthy anyway.” I threw the soup all over her, just as Paul walked through the door. Evelyn’s eyes reddened as she said, “It’s okay. It’s normal for Khloe to resent me when she’s upset. I owe her this—whatever she does to me is justified.” Paul instinctively frowned, opened his mouth but said nothing. Only after the soup on Evelyn’s clothes had dried did he speak: “Khloe, are you selling your studio? Someone called me about it. You don’t need to worry about the surgery costs.” A flash of smugness crossed Evelyn’s face: “Right, don’t worry about the surgery costs. Paul says he has enough money. Thanks, Khloe, but I’m not used to owing people. It’s only because of my years-long relationship with Paul that things have come to this point, otherwise I wouldn’t…” I looked up and cut her off: “I’ve known him for twenty-six years. What credentials are you flaunting in front of me?” Paul finally couldn’t hold back: “Evelyn didn’t mean anything by it, Khloe. Don’t be so sensitive. Everyone knows we grew up together. I know you’re worried about the pressure on me, but the studio represents years of your hard work. We’re not at the point where we need to sell it for money.” I said, “Don’t flatter yourself.” I didn’t even glance at them. Selling the studio was to buy two items from the system. One of them was to erase my parents’ memories of me in this world. Before the surgery, Paul unusually offered to accompany me home to see my parents. In this world, my family was the most ordinary yet most precious—loving parents in a harmonious home. They welcomed us warmly, preparing a table full of our favorite dishes. My mother carefully picked out fish meat for me: “Now that you’re pregnant, you need to eat more. Don’t diet. If you don’t want to cook, come home to eat, or I can bring food to you—just don’t keep eating takeout. Don’t worry about the baby. Once it’s born, your father and I will help take care of it. We’re here for you, don’t be afraid.” I held back tears for a long time. Twenty-six years—they were such real parents. My father kept raising his glass, toasting with Paul: “I don’t know what my silly daughter owes you from a past life, but her heart and eyes are full of only you! Your mother and I may be ordinary people without much ability, but we’ve cherished Khloe since she was little. Paul, I’m begging you—please don’t hurt Khloe!” I had only ever spoken well of Paul in front of my parents, so they firmly believed we’d end up together. Paul kept his head down, drinking. His glass seemed to sink into the dust. He said, “Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, don’t worry. I’ll definitely treat Khloe well from now on.” Before entering the operating room, he said solemnly again: “I know I’ve been unfair to you before. Let this surgery be the end of things between Evelyn and me. We’ll be good together from now on.” I pulled my hand from his grip, my voice calm: “Paul, we don’t have a future.” He looked completely stunned as I was wheeled into the operating room. Half an hour later, the doctors cried out in panic: “Why did the patient’s blood pressure suddenly drop? Her heart stopped too!” When I was wheeled out of the operating room, Paul collapsed like a madman. At the same time, in the ward where a doctor was conducting routine checks on Evelyn, he roared: “What kind of joke is this? She doesn’t have any illness at all!”

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After my rebirth, I, Phoebe Collins, decisively severed all ties with Walter Welch. He chose to live on the east side of town, so I bought a house with its own yard on the west side. We were separated by half the town’s distance. When he occasionally brought his child to my house for dinner, I would lock myself in my room, pretending to be sick to avoid seeing them. When I learned he had voluntarily applied to transfer to our factory, I submitted my resignation overnight and left for New York. All because in my previous life, I had loved him for forty years, and been blamed by him for forty years. He always compared me to his first love, Ana Greene, believing I had ruined his dream of becoming factory director. Even before my death, he was already making grand preparations for his wedding with Ana. Even Austin Welch, my stepson whom I had raised with such care, was busy helping with the arrangements. Only I lay alone on my deathbed, waiting for death by myself. Living again, I never wanted to experience such a failed life a second time. ***** “Phoebe! You’re still dozing off here? Ana asked Walter out alone again!” “Phoebe, wake up!” I opened my eyes to urgent calls. The roar of textile machinery mixed with several people’s shouts quickly flooded my eardrums, and the faded slogans on the wall made my eyes ache. I thought: “Ana? Walter?” “What are you standing there for? Go quickly! Ana’s taking advantage of being the factory director’s daughter, specifically asking Walter out when you’re working the night shift!” “If you don’t stop her, Walter’s going to say yes!” Several female workers pushed me toward the door. Passing by the window, I happened to see Ana not far away, pushing her bicycle while talking to Walter about something. Walter’s face showed an embarrassed expression, and his gaze kept glancing toward our direction. I was thunderstruck and quickly broke free from the crowd to check the calendar. The calendar clearly showed April 15, 1980. I had actually returned to forty years ago, and it was precisely the day that would change my fate. I remembered the previous life had the same scene. Ana confessed to Walter and invited him to bring Austin to the park the next day. I had always thought years of devotion could earn his response. I shared my wages with him, and he never refused, so I thought he had accepted our relationship by default. Moreover, he had told me many times that Ana always pestered him, making him feel annoyed and troubled. So under my coworkers’ instigation, I grabbed a wrench and rushed to the two of them, beating Ana in front of half the textile factory workers. What I didn’t expect was that in the security office afterward, Walter blamed me for being too impulsive. He insisted he never felt Ana was bothering him, had never agreed to be with me, and even personally treated Ana’s wounds in front of everyone. Later, I was transferred to do menial work for three whole years because I had offended Ana, until her father’s embezzlement was exposed and I could return to my position, but my treatment was far worse than before. Now that heaven had given me a chance to start over, I couldn’t possibly be foolish enough to repeat the same mistakes! I turned around and put the wrench back in the toolbox, the metallic clang startling everyone. I said indifferently: “What’s it to me? One’s an unmarried man, the other’s an unmarried woman. Isn’t it normal for them to want to develop a romance? Why should I interfere?” The room instantly fell into dead silence, and Gianna Michell was so shocked she dropped her cup on the floor. After all, everyone knew I had liked Walter for a long time. I had liked him since he was young. Even after he married someone else, I never let go of those feelings, just buried them deep in my heart. After his wife died, I devoted everything, spending most of my monthly wages on him and his son. For someone who loved him so deeply to suddenly say she was letting go, no one would believe it. Gianna said: “Phoebe, you… you’re not confused with anger, are you? Walter might just be too embarrassed to refuse her, you…” “Gianna, stop.” I interrupted her, my tone more determined than ever before. “I admit I did like Walter before, but now I’ve figured it out—feelings can’t be forced. I should also start planning for my own future. I can’t spend my whole life chasing after someone who doesn’t think much of me, don’t you think?” Since I spoke so decisively, they couldn’t persuade me further. They just stood at the door watching me leave, whispering among themselves, probably guessing whether I had been stimulated by something. I pretended not to hear and walked past the two people nearby, my gaze meeting Walter’s across the distance. In that look he gave me, I finally understood—it was the smug expression of someone expecting two women to fight over him.

I wasn’t in the mood to worry about whatever was going on between Walter and Ana. I just never expected him to show up at my door. I had just finished washing my feet and was getting ready for bed when I heard loud knocking at the door. When I opened it, there was Walter standing in the moonlight, wearing that familiar expression of wanting to say something but holding back. “Phoebe, I… I need to talk to you.” His eyes kept darting into my room, while I stood in the doorway without stepping aside. “It’s late. Whatever it is, we can talk about it at the factory tomorrow.” “Just a few words!” He suddenly raised his voice, then quickly lowered it. “It’s about what happened with Ana today… She asked me to take the kids to the park this weekend, and I said yes…” I said “Oh” and casually turned around to put away my washbasin. After waiting forever for my reaction, his tone suddenly became urgent. “Don’t you have anything to say about this?” I looked at him with confusion. “Say what? Have fun? Oh right, don’t forget to bring an umbrella – the weather forecast says it might rain this weekend.” Walter’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. When he looked up again, his brow was deeply furrowed. “Phoebe, what’s that supposed to mean? I came all the way here this late at night to tell you this, and that’s your attitude?” “What’s wrong with my attitude? Isn’t it perfectly normal? What other attitude did you expect me to have?” I simply sat down and looked at him calmly. Walter was stunned for a moment, seemingly surprised by my reaction. After all, I was the one who used to chase after him saying “Walter can only be mine,” the one who wouldn’t let him get too close to Ana. I was the one who would use money to keep him by my side whenever I caught him getting too close to Ana. He pressed his lips together, sensing something was different about me, and actually took the patience to explain: “That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t want you to misunderstand, so I came to tell you. Ana and I are just ordinary colleagues. I only agreed because I didn’t want to be rude and refuse her. Oh! The factory is going to assign housing, and I’m planning to apply for that unit on the west side of town, just to be closer to you. We could even walk to and from work together. What do you think?” My eyelid twitched slightly as I looked up to meet Walter’s smiling face. If this were the past, I would have been incredibly grateful, thinking he truly cared about me. But in this life, I had already seen through it all – this was nothing more than his manipulation. He always gave me just a little hope when I was feeling discouraged, making me think I could finally capture his heart, so I’d willingly give him everything. But in the end, all my hopes were dashed. I shook my head, put my water cup on the table, and said, “No need. I’m always in a rush going to and from work – I don’t have time to wait for anyone. It’s getting late, you should head back before people see us together and start gossiping.” Walter’s face changed dramatically. Thinking I was still upset about Ana, he immediately widened his eyes. “Phoebe! Are you still mad about Ana asking me to the park? I already told you I just couldn’t refuse her. Why are you being so petty!” “Is that so?” I interrupted him. “So when you gave Ana that scarf last Christmas, that was also because you couldn’t refuse? And bringing her breakfast every day last month was also because you couldn’t refuse? Since when do people go out of their way to be ‘unable to refuse’?” His face turned pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably. “You… you were following me?” I let out a cold laugh. “The textile factory is such a small place – do I need to follow you? Besides, what’s our relationship that would make it worth my effort?” “Then what gives you the right to interfere in my business!” He suddenly raised his voice, his finger almost touching my nose. I slowly moved closer to him, my eyes ice-cold. “I should be asking you that question. If we have no relationship, why did you come here in the middle of the night to explain yourself to me?” Walter’s chest heaved violently, and his eyes actually turned red. That look used to break my heart for half the winter in my past life, but now it just seemed ridiculous. Finally, his face flushed red as he spat out “Phoebe, you don’t know what’s good for you” and stormed off angrily, slamming the door so hard the whole room shook. I stood by the window until his footsteps completely disappeared, then pulled out a neatly pressed housing application form from the bottom of my drawer. In the “Preferred Address” section, I carefully wrote “East Side of Town.” In my past life, he had indeed chosen that house on the west side, seemingly for me, but actually to make it more convenient to boss me around. I washed clothes, cooked, and took care of the kids at his place, working like a servant without complaint. And what did he do? He took the kids on dates with Ana. So in this life, I absolutely had to stay far away from him!

After that day, Walter and I never spoke again. I was quite satisfied with this arrangement. I’d been planning to draw clear boundaries with him anyway—the sooner, the better. But he seemed to always hover around our group of colleagues, intentionally or not. When he saw I was ignoring him, he’d storm off in a huff. After this happened several times, even the people around me started noticing something was off. Then came the day of housing assignments, and the conference room was packed. I sat in the corner, listening to a few veteran coworkers tease me. “Phoebe, I heard Walter chose that place on the west side. You’re so lucky!” “And here I was worried when you two seemed to be fighting the other day! Now you’ve really got to seize this opportunity.” Gianna nudged me with her elbow, grinning mischievously. Isabel joined in the teasing: “Exactly. You’ll be living so close to each other. When you get married, don’t forget to treat us to dinner!” I just smiled without responding, looking down and fiddling with the pen in my hand. If this were my past life, hearing these words would have made me incredibly happy. Now, I only found them ironic. “Quiet! Quiet! We’re about to announce the housing assignments.” The supervisor tapped the table, and the conference room fell silent. I glanced up at Walter sitting in the front row. He was nervously gripping his pen, occasionally turning back to look in my direction. The supervisor announced: “West Side Building 3, Unit 2, Apartment 302 is assigned to Walter.” The conference room immediately erupted in cheers and whistles. Gianna slapped my shoulder hard: “Phoebe, did you hear that? Right next door to you!” People around us chimed in, with all the conversation revolving around Walter and me. Walter stood up with a red face: “Everyone, please don’t make assumptions…” His voice lacked conviction, but his eyes couldn’t help drifting toward me. The supervisor coughed again and said: “Quiet! Also, considering that Phoebe will be moving to the standalone house on the east side, which is far from the factory, we’ve decided to adjust her shift schedule. Scarlett Ellis, please switch with her.” As soon as these words were spoken, the conference room burst into excitement. Everyone turned to look at me. Gianna said in surprise: “Phoebe, you’re moving to the east side?” I nodded, catching a glimpse of Walter’s face changing instantly. His notebook fell to the floor without him even noticing. After the meeting, before the crowd had fully dispersed, Walter was already blocking the doorway. He grabbed my sleeve: “Phoebe, why didn’t you tell me you were moving?” I slowly pulled my sleeve free: “Why should I tell you? Weren’t you the one who said I had nothing to do with you?” His expression changed immediately, his lips trembling slightly: “You… you’re lying to me, aren’t you? You’re trying to make me worry, right?” I didn’t respond, just glanced at him and walked around him toward the exit. His anxious voice called from behind: “Phoebe! Stop right there!” I didn’t turn back, and my steps didn’t falter for a moment. Back home, I started packing my belongings. There really wasn’t much. In my past life, most of my savings had gone into Walter’s bottomless pit. While packing, I suddenly heard the courtyard gate being pushed open. Austin stood at the entrance, looking unhappy: “Ms. Collins, you’re moving away?” I continued tying up boxes without looking up: “Yes.” “Then who’s going to cook for us? Who’s going to spend money on us?” He spoke as if it were his right, just like his father. I straightened up and looked at this Austin, whom I’d raised like my own son in my past life: “Whoever wants to spend money on you, go find them.” Austin was stunned for a moment, then shouted at the top of his lungs: “Dad! Ms. Collins is being mean to me!” Walter immediately rushed in from outside: “Phoebe, what’s your problem? What did Austin do to you?” I picked up the last box and headed outside: “No problem. I just don’t want to spend money on you anymore.” The moving company was already waiting at the end of the alley. I threw the box into the truck and looked back at the small courtyard where I’d lived for ten years. In my past life, I’d refused to move just to stay close to Walter. Looking back now, I was truly foolish then. As the truck started, Walter ran to the side of the vehicle, panic in his voice: “Phoebe! Are you… are you really moving away?” I didn’t answer directly, just opened the car door and told the driver: “Let’s go.” I saw Walter standing there in the rearview mirror, his face pale as a sheet. Austin was anxiously saying beside him: “Dad! If she leaves, who’s going to buy us new backpacks?” I rolled up the window and gave him a cold glance. I didn’t care who they’d have to find—I was done serving them. Since I was moving, the factory gave me a few days off as a special exception. So I hadn’t seen Walter for quite some time. On the last day of my vacation, I prepared a lavish spread and even made a special stew, planning to treat myself. Just as I was about to start eating, there was a knock at the courtyard gate. It was Walter, and he’d brought Austin along. Austin shouted, “Ms. Collins! Open up!” I walked into the courtyard with my plate and asked through the gate, “What do you want?” “Ms. Collins, my dad says they didn’t cook at home today, so he brought me here to eat at your place.” Austin spoke as if it were perfectly natural, even pushing hard against the gate. Through the gap, I could see Walter standing behind him, carrying an empty plate. This scene was all too familiar. It had repeated countless times in my previous life. Back then, I’d longed to get closer to Austin. Having them come to my house for dinner felt like a tremendous honor. I would have gladly brought out all the meat in my house for them to eat. Little did I know, both of them were ungrateful bastards. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and deliberately coughed a couple of times. “I’m not feeling well today. You should go eat at the cafeteria.” Walter quickly said, “Oh? What’s wrong? Did you catch a cold? Phoebe, open the door and let me take care of you.” Walter moved closer, and through the gap I caught a glimpse of his fake concerned expression. He’d always been the one being served by others—how would he know how to take care of anyone? I refused directly. “No need. I’ve already taken medicine. I need to rest, so you should go back.” “Wait! I have good news to tell you!” Walter panicked and knocked on the door a few more times. “The factory approved my transfer request. Next week, I’ll be transferred to your textile department as a worker!” I stopped in my tracks. I’d heard about this a couple of days ago and thought someone was joking. I didn’t expect it to be true. He continued, “From now on, we’ll be colleagues in the same department. Since we’ll be close by, we can look out for each other.” There was a hint of barely detectable flattery in his tone. But I remained unmoved. “No need.” With that, I turned and headed back inside. Behind me, Walter suddenly raised his voice. “Phoebe! What exactly do you mean? I’ve gone this far—what more do you want?” I ignored him and went inside, closing the door. Outside, it was quiet for a moment, then I heard Austin complaining, “Dad, I’m hungry!” “All you know is eating!” Walter suddenly exploded. “Go home!” Listening to their retreating footsteps, I slowly savored the delicious meal I’d prepared, then sat at the table and filled out my resignation letter. Early the next morning, I went straight to the supervisor’s office. The supervisor was deeply puzzled by my decision to quit and reluctant to let me go. He spent nearly an hour trying to persuade me, talking about current policies, the factory’s development prospects, and even renegotiating my salary and benefits. Seeing my firm resolve, he finally sighed. “Think it over some more. I’ll keep your resignation letter here for now.” I got up to leave, and just as I opened the office door, I saw Walter standing outside with bloodshot eyes. Apparently, he’d heard our entire conversation inside. He said, “You’re resigning? Why? Is it because I’m transferring over? Phoebe, didn’t you used to say you really hoped we could work together, that we could walk home slowly together after work? Why?” “Like you said,” I forcibly interrupted him, walking past him with an expressionless face, “that was before.” Walter said angrily in embarrassment, “Phoebe! Is this really necessary? Ever since I agreed to go out with Ana last time, you’ve been avoiding me. You just want to be with me and don’t want me talking to other women, right? I’ve already agreed to your terms. Stop being so cold, okay?” He was finally starting to panic, becoming anxious and restless when he realized I was truly leaving. Too bad I wasn’t playing hard to get—I genuinely didn’t want anything more to do with him. I turned to look at him. Walter’s eyes were filled with tears as he grabbed my arm, not letting me leave. Colleagues in the hallway were already looking our way. I shook off his hand and said in a low voice, “Walter, you want to be with me, but I don’t want that anymore. So please, have some self-respect and stop grabbing at me.” He pulled his hand back as if burned, tears streaming down his face. “Fine! Go ahead and leave! Don’t come back once you’re gone!” Without him having to tell me, I left him behind without looking back, my mind focused on buying a train ticket to New York as soon as possible. In this lifetime, I was determined to live for myself.

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