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My boyfriend Steve Hull has a female best friend who’s practically glued to his side. On the day of our ninth engagement, he left me standing there alone at the venue. All because that day marked the twentieth anniversary of when he and that girl first met. “It’s just postponing the engagement, no need to rush. Are you that afraid no one will want you?” That girl’s latest post appeared glaringly on my feed. [We’ve known each other for twenty years. How could an outsider ever compare to me?] They were hugging intimately under the guise of being “just friends.” I didn’t cry or make a scene. I simply liked the post calmly. Then I quietly disappeared from his life. Half a year later, he called to sweet-talk me: “I bought that wedding dress you liked. Come back and let’s get married!” But a man’s voice answered him instead: “My wife is pregnant, so she’s resting. Is there something you need?” The day our engagement was called off, I threw the ring in the trash. A taxi driver by the roadside waved at me, asking where I was headed. I casually said to just drive forward, anywhere but back to where I started. When Steve called, I chose to turn off my phone. I didn’t turn it back on for three days. The evening sea breeze felt wonderful, gently lifting the hem of my red dress. This place reminded me of the scene where Steve first confessed to me. Back then he was so innocent, his eyes unable to hide the love within them. We were both young then, lost in our love for each other. I was head over heels for twenty-year-old Steve. So I willingly left the South to come to this unfamiliar North for him. I gave up the job I loved, willing to be his secretary for nine years. Fate really is amusing. We’d also gotten engaged nine times. Each time at the crucial moment, our engagement ceremony would be called off because of that girl. That girl’s name is Willow Davies. We’d fought about her more than once. “I’ve told you Willow and I are just friends. Why are you so narrow-minded? “We’ve bathed in the same tub since we were kids, grew up inseparable. In your eyes, does our relationship have to be something dirty? “Phoebe Read, do you know how crazy you look when you’re jealous? Willow didn’t even hold it against you for stalking us. How long are you going to keep this up?” Steve’s expression was ugly. So after every hysterical argument, I would quietly suppress my extreme emotions and wipe away my tears. Because I was afraid of losing him, I was always the one who humbly sought reconciliation. But this time, my heart felt nothing. I didn’t even have the desire to confront him. I just wanted to feel the sea breeze. Even doing nothing would make me content. It was easy for Steve to find me. I’d forgotten that the hotel I was staying at belonged to his company, so he could even open my room door without warning. “Phoebe, do you know how childish this whole running away thing is? “That day was the twentieth anniversary of when Willow and I met. I was just celebrating! Can’t I have other ordinary friends besides you?” I thought coldly: “Ordinary friends? The kind of ordinary friends who can kiss?” I didn’t voice this question because I knew he’d argue back that it was just a game. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway. “There’s nothing between Willow and me. Can you stop getting jealous and disappearing on me?” He looked at me, his slightly furrowed brow showing concern. “Fine. I’ll give you an even bigger wedding. We’ll have Willow be your maid of honor. Can you stop being angry now?” His tone sounded like he was trying to make peace. I didn’t respond, so he frowned again. “Phoebe, if you’re going to…” “Okay.” Before he could finish, I cut him off. The old me would have argued with him endlessly. In the end, I’d think it was my fault and apologize to him humbly. But now, I just smiled indifferently. Seeing me so compliant, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. Then he stopped frowning and came over to take my hand: “Let’s go home then.” I coldly pulled my hand back and walked ahead of him instead. Steve couldn’t help but freeze for a few seconds. Since I wasn’t fighting with him, he seemed a bit unaccustomed to it. When I reached his car, I discovered Willow was waiting there too. “Phoebe, we finally found you. This guy Steve was going crazy looking for you!” She pouted and glared at Steve. “I told him we should’ve brought you along for our anniversary. Look, now Phoebe’s jealous again. You went too far! “Phoebe, I’ll apologize for him. Don’t be mad anymore. If you’re still angry, I’ll help you hit him!” She pretended to punch Steve’s chest, but with little force, just enough to fall into his arms. “Hitting me there again? Don’t you know that’s where my heart is?” Steve raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re so bad! Why are you hugging me?” Her face flushed red as she struggled in his arms, glancing at me. “Phoebe’s watching us. Are you trying to make her run away again?”

I didn’t look at them, sitting quietly and tactfully in the back seat without even lifting my eyes. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. I used to fight with Steve countless times over the passenger seat. Whenever Willow was around, he’d say it was Willow’s designated spot because she got carsick and could only avoid it by sitting next to Steve. I got angry because I didn’t understand. Then in Steve’s eyes, I became a petty woman. Now I said nothing, which actually caught Steve off guard. When the car started, Willow turned around from the passenger seat to look at me. “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “Phoebe, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight these past couple days from not eating. How about I treat you to dinner? Consider it me apologizing to you on Steve’s behalf. We’ll definitely invite you to the next gathering!” “No need,” I answered decisively. “Just take me home.” Steve didn’t listen to me and kept driving toward the restaurant. “You clearly haven’t been eating properly these past few days. Why are you being so stubborn?” The car stopped in the busy district, surrounded by many restaurants. Willow tugged at his arm playfully: “Steve, I want some juice!” “Your period’s coming soon, you can’t have anything cold.” They really did look like a couple. Steve knew her body like the back of his hand, more clearly than he remembered my cycle. He chose a restaurant with fewer people. During ordering, the server brought each of us a glass of lemon water. Willow picked up the glass in front of Steve and took a sip. “Yours is so sour!” She stuck out her tongue, and Steve looked at her with an indulgent smile, pinching her cheek. “How come you still can’t break that bad habit of stealing my drinks?” Willow’s gaze suddenly turned to me: “Phoebe, you’re not mad, are you? Steve and I have been like this since we were kids. I always have to taste his stuff first.” Steve looked somewhat uncomfortable, seemingly realizing this wasn’t appropriate in front of me. I didn’t even look up as I replied: “It’s fine. You two grew up together, it’s normal.” Steve breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes even showing some approval toward me. I hadn’t shown jealousy or picked a fight with him. Instead, I was tolerating his flirtatious behavior with his female friend. I seemed to have become much more mature. So much so that when the food arrived later, as a reward for my behavior, he started peeling shrimp for me. As he handed it to me, Willow snatched it away. Willow put the shrimp in front of herself: “How did you know I love shrimp? I didn’t expect you to remember my preferences. Thanks!” Steve shook his head with a smile: “Eat slowly, no one’s competing with you.” Willow, always bold, put the shrimp on my plate: “Phoebe, you should eat more too. If it’s not enough, I’ll have Steve peel more for me.” I didn’t touch the shrimp, my expression indifferent: “I don’t like shrimp.” Steve’s brow furrowed slightly. I figured he was wondering how my taste had changed. Yes, I used to love shrimp. But I don’t eat food from other people’s plates. Things that are fought over back and forth – I don’t want them even if they’re given to me. Willow is actually allergic to seafood. She only grabbed that shrimp to compete with me for attention. Sure enough, on the way back, red rashes appeared on her cheeks. The hospital and home were in opposite directions. Steve chose to abandon me: “Willow needs to get to the hospital immediately. You’ll have to take a cab home.” “But…” He didn’t listen to me continue, his eyes full of concern as he looked at Willow, slammed the car door shut, and disappeared down the road. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. This area was quite remote – no cabs to be found. Several streetlights were broken too, and from the shadows, two tall, burly figures were walking toward me. “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?” “This chick’s got a nice body. Should we take her back for some fun?”

I was terrified. My legs started to give out. When I tried to run, I slipped and fell. As the two men approached, I could smell their heavy body odor and alcohol. “All my money is in my bag. I have two thousand dollars in cash and tens of thousands more in my bank account.” I trembled as I revealed my entire financial situation. The two men immediately rifled through my bag. When they saw the money, their eyes lit up instantly. “Don’t worry, I won’t call the police. I’ll pretend I never saw anything. “I’ll leave right now…” My legs were weak, and cold sweat poured down my body. I looked at them almost pleadingly, hoping they wouldn’t kill me. They blocked my path. “Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Keep us company for the night first, then you can go tomorrow.” My face went pale as I kept backing away. The man rushed at me with a lewd grin. I used all my strength to kick him in the groin. The man rolled on the ground in pain. The other man slapped me hard across the face. “How dare you!” He waved a fruit knife in front of me. “If you don’t behave, I’ll slash your face to pieces!” I gathered my courage and kicked him too. He doubled over in pain, clutching his lower body, then lunged at my abdomen with the knife. It hurt so much. Blood kept flowing out. Seeing this, the two men sobered up considerably and fled the scene in panic. I used my last bit of strength to open my phone and dial 911. But this place was too remote. Steve was closer to me since he had just left not long ago. I called him over and over, but he kept hanging up impatiently. By the time he answered, I barely had any strength left. “Willow’s allergy is really severe. Can you please stop making a scene?” My lips barely moved, “Help me… I’m bleeding so much…” “Phoebe! Why do you always throw tantrums whenever I’m alone with Willow? You’re either sick or feeling unwell. I’m tired of these tactics! “Willow really is having an allergic reaction today. Don’t you have any compassion?” My breathing grew weaker, and I could only manage painful moans. But he remained unmoved. “Stop acting! Even if you died today, I wouldn’t leave Willow to come see you!” He hung up, his final tone filled with finality and coldness. I lay on the ground in despair, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a figure appeared above me. “Miss, are you okay? Hang in there. I’ll take you to the hospital!” I was saved by a kind passerby. I lay in the hospital emergency room for so long that I thought I might die there. Fortunately, I was brought to the hospital in time, so I barely managed to survive. Steve hasn’t called me once these past few days. Willow’s Facebook, however, has been updated frequently. [Who doesn’t have a caring best friend? I’m just having an allergic reaction, but he insists on staying by my side 24/7. I really don’t know what to do with him!] The photo showed Steve peeling fruit for her. Her slightly flushed face wore a sweet smile. Mutual friends in the comments section offered their blessings. [I love you two together! You’re such a perfect match!] [You’ve known each other for twenty years, you have to get married! I can’t wait to give you wedding gifts. When are you having the ceremony?] I quietly sipped my hot soup and graciously offered my blessing. [Wishing you both eternal happiness.]

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My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

My daughter Nicole Phillips is having an affair with a man named Bryce Clark. She came to me in tears, begging me to help cover for her. Her fiancé Percival Harrington is from a wealthy family. If he discovers her affair, he’ll never let her off the hook. Nicole coaxed me into hiding Bryce in my closet. But the ones who burst through the door were my husband Ross Phillips and his relatives. I was branded a slut, stripped and photographed in humiliation. I begged Nicole to clear my name, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” Unwilling to accept the divorce, I tried to explain to Ross. But instead, I overheard Nicole’s sweet laughter. “Dad, your plan worked perfectly. Mom got nothing in the divorce. Tomorrow, we can bring Ashley into the house!” ***** A series of urgent knocks woke me up. “Mom! Open the door!” It was Nicole’s voice. When I opened the door, Nicole looked extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. “Mom, you have to save me this time! If Percival finds out, I’m dead!” Nicole’s hands gripped my arm like hot irons. A strange man I’d never seen before followed behind her. This was exactly the same as everything I’d experienced in my previous life. I looked at the calendar on the wall in disbelief. The date was the day before I was killed by a truck in my previous life. I had been reborn! In my previous life, Nicole came to me frantically, asking me to help hide her affair with Bryce. Percival was on his way to find her. He was the sole heir to Harrington Group. If he discovered the affair, Nicole’s reputation would be completely ruined, and she’d carry the stigma of being a slut for the rest of her life. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Nicole suggested hiding Bryce in my closet. I agreed without hesitation. However, minutes later, Ross and his relatives showed up instead. When he found Bryce hiding in the closet, he flew into a rage. His relatives swarmed me, calling me a slut and even stripping off my clothes to photograph and humiliate me. I cried and begged Nicole to prove my innocence, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” It wasn’t until that night that I learned this was all a trap set by Ross and Nicole! Their goal was to help his mistress Ashley Roberts marry him smoothly. In despair, I walked down the street and was killed by a truck that appeared out of nowhere. Now, I’ve been given a second chance at life. I swear I’ll make them pay!

“Mom, you’re the only one who can save me now. You have to help me!” Nicole was crying her eyes out, her face streaked with tears and her eyes red and swollen. Bryce stood behind her, looking uncomfortable and fidgety. I said coldly, “Whatever trouble you’ve gotten yourself into has nothing to do with me!” I started to close the door. “Mom, don’t be angry. I’m begging you. You can hit me, yell at me, but please help me!” Nicole rushed forward, gripping the door frame with both hands, sobbing pitifully. She knew I wouldn’t actually hit her, so she was putting on this act. After all, in over twenty years, I’d never laid a hand on her. I thought to myself: “You think I’m still the same pushover from my past life? Since you’ve come knocking on my door, don’t blame me for what happens next!” I released the door and gestured for them to come in. Nicole immediately stopped crying and threw her arms around me affectionately: “Mom, you’re still the best to me.” I pushed her away. As soon as we entered the living room, I slapped her hard across the face. Completely caught off guard, she fell heavily to the floor. “Today I’m going to teach you a proper lesson, so no one can say we don’t discipline our children!” Nicole was shocked and terrified. I grabbed a charging cable nearby and lashed out at her viciously. The cable whistled through the air, striking her exposed skin directly. With just one hit, bright red welts appeared on her skin. Nicole screamed in pain, writhing on the floor. “Shut up! How dare you scream! I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” I felt it wasn’t enough. I looked around and spotted a spiked massage roller. Perfect! I grabbed it and beat Nicole mercilessly. Her body was soon covered in bruises and marks. Bryce finally couldn’t stand it anymore and jumped between us. “Ma’am, this is all my fault. Nicole has nothing to do with it.” He only stepped in after I’d finished beating Nicole. Looks like she didn’t pay this actor enough. “Both of you, sit down.” I brought two cups of coffee from the kitchen and placed them in front of them. “Nicole, don’t be angry with me. I lost control just now.” Nicole forced a smile, though her eyes betrayed her fury: “I won’t be, Mom. As long as you help me, the beating was worth it.” I picked up a coffee cup and handed it to Nicole: “Drink up. You’ve sweated so much, you need to rehydrate.” After screaming so pitifully, she must be parched. She drained it in one gulp. Bryce also picked up his coffee and drank it down. “You’re my daughter. No matter what, I’ll help you.” “Come on, I’ll take you to my bedroom. He can hide in there.” Nicole said excitedly, “Really? Thank you, Mom!” I thought to myself: “My dear daughter, you’re thanking me too soon.”

“Open the door! Open it now, or I’ll kick it down!” “Today we’re going to settle this once and for all!” It was Ross. He’d finally arrived. The moment I opened the door, he rushed in impatiently. Right behind him came his pack of relatives, eager to watch the drama unfold. Ross demanded harshly, “Why did it take you so long to open the door? What shameful things are you doing behind my back?” What an actor! He could turn on the emotions at will. I sat quietly on the sofa. “Honey, what are you talking about? What could I possibly be doing? I’m just home alone having coffee.” “You’re lying! Alexis said she saw a man enter our house and never come back out!” Ross angrily grabbed the coffee cup from the table and smashed it on the floor. He really surprised me. Lying without even preparing his story first. “What kind of talk is that? We’ve been married all this time, and you won’t give me even a shred of trust?” Ross’s aunt Alexis Foster suddenly stepped forward. “You barren woman, what right do you have to argue with Ross?” “Exactly! A husband managing his wife is only natural!” Alexis suddenly pulled out her phone. “I need to record a video and post it in the family group chat so everyone can see your true face!” With his relatives’ support, Ross straightened his back even more. “You say you’re home alone. Do you dare let me search?” Ross stared directly into my eyes, his gaze full of confident certainty of victory. For a moment, I suddenly avoided his gaze, my earlier composure completely gone. “Honey, this is our private matter. Let’s not discuss it in front of so many people, okay?” I tugged at Ross’s sleeve pleadingly. He shook off my hand with a mocking expression. “We’re all family here, they’re not outsiders! Stop wasting time! “Or do you have secrets you don’t dare let everyone know?” I nervously swallowed. “No. I’m just thinking of your reputation.” “Cut the crap! Abigail, I know exactly what kind of person you are. You act all innocent on the surface, but deep down you’re just a promiscuous woman!” Since playing weak wasn’t working, I immediately switched tactics. “Ross, I’m warning you—if you insist on searching the house today, then we’re getting divorced!” Seeing me so panicked that I’d even threaten divorce, Ross couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine! Let’s get divorced! Today, I’m definitely searching this house!” Then Ross headed toward my bedroom. I rushed over and blocked the bedroom door with my body. Ross said quietly, “Abigail, it’s all exposed now. Do you still want to struggle?” “She actually dared to cheat! Ross, divorce her and leave her with nothing!” “You’re right! In our village, cheating women get beaten to death with sticks. We can’t let her off easy later!” “Exactly! We should teach her a lesson. She has no shame!” Ross’s relatives kept hurling malicious insults at me. “Are you buying time for your lover in the bedroom? You woman!” Hearing Ross humiliate me like this, I didn’t get angry—I laughed instead. “Ross, do you dare make a bet with me?” “What bet?” “Let’s bet on whether there’s my lover inside. If there is, I’ll leave with nothing. But if there isn’t, you’ll transfer all your assets to my name.” Ross laughed contemptuously. “Abigail, you’re still trying to scare me with these despicable tricks.” Ignoring his mockery, I asked, “Ross, do you dare bet?” “Ross, you have nothing to fear! She’s so guilty, so her lover must be hiding inside!” “Bet with her! Leave her with nothing! Let her experience life without money. Let’s see if she still dares look down on others!” “We already know the truth, but this woman still dares to be so arrogant!” Ross put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently. “Fine! I’ll bet with you!” As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the blanket on the bed was lumpy and bulging. Obviously, someone was hiding underneath. He pointed at the blanket. “Abigail, you’ve been stalling all this time. Is this how you hide your lover? “And you still dare threaten to leave me with nothing?” Ross’s aunt Kayla Phillips directly pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and started hitting me with both hands. “You actually dared to cheat! You have no shame! I’m going to beat you to death today!” “Don’t just stand there! Strip her clothes off. She’s so shameless. She actually dared to cheat!” Ross’s relatives swarmed over me, countless hands tearing at my clothes while he watched it all with a mocking smile. “What evidence do you have that I cheated?” “Abigail, you’re so stubborn. Fine, I’ll show you the lover you’re hiding here!” Ross yanked off the blanket, and the smile on his face instantly turned to disbelief, then to complete rage. “This… how could this…” Lying on the bed were Nicole and Bryce. And beside them, Ashley was clutching Bryce’s ankle and gnawing on it wildly. She was Ross’s mistress! Seeing this chaotic scene, Kayla was stunned. “Ross, Nicole is actually with two people! This is too wild.”

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I’m known as the good guy at the hospital. When Patricia Adams was hospitalized after a car accident and came to me for help, as her attending physician, I often helped cover her medical expenses out of sympathy. She was very grateful to me, promising she’d get a job after discharge to pay me back. However, after her discharge, she didn’t repay the money. Instead, she pulled out an ultrasound report and told me she was pregnant with my husband Ethan Perez’s child. I was shocked because he had died in a car accident ten years ago. And from receiving his body to the cremation, I handled everything myself. What made it even more unbelievable was that after Patricia gave birth to the child, a paternity test proved the child was indeed Ethan’s. Then she took me to court. She accused me of using my position during her treatment to treat her as a breeding tool, injecting Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, causing her to become pregnant and bear his child. Once the incident was exposed, it caused a nationwide uproar. The hospital fired me, and netizens cursed me as a demon doctor. Eventually, I was cyberbullied to the point of jumping off a bridge to commit suicide. But even until my death, I couldn’t understand how Patricia became pregnant with Ethan’s child. After all, he had never frozen any sperm, and I had never done anything to her. When I woke up, I was reborn to the day before the incident happened. ***** Patricia walked quickly toward me. “Dr. Cooper, thank you. You’re really a good person. Once I’m discharged, I’ll get a job and earn money to pay you back.” As her voice rang out, my mind began to clear. I stared intently at Patricia. She looked moved and sincere, completely different from the woman who had aggressively confronted me with that ultrasound report. Only now did I realize I had returned to the day of Patricia’s discharge. And tomorrow would be the beginning of my life’s tragedy. Thinking of the overwhelming cyberbullying that would follow, my whole body trembled. Finally, I gritted my teeth and barely managed to say, “Take… take care of yourself.” Patricia thanked me again before leaving the ward with her bag. I noticed her slightly protruding abdomen and fell into deep thought. It’s hard for doctors to take time off, but I managed to get half a day off by claiming I wasn’t feeling well. Back home, I opened my social media account. It was a personal account created by the hospital’s publicity department, with some educational videos posted daily. I didn’t have many followers, just a few thousand. The comments were even fewer. I was just an ordinary doctor at an unremarkable hospital. But I knew that by this time tomorrow, my accounts on all platforms would be caught in an endless tornado of cyberbullying. Moreover, even the comments under the hospital’s official account would be filled with abuse and curses directed at me. “What a shameless doctor! Did a dog eat your conscience?” “You can’t have children so you harm young girls. You’re simply a demon!” “You deserve to die! I hope you get hit by a car the moment you step outside.” “You’re a disgrace to the medical profession. Why don’t you just die?” When I saw these comments back then, my heart sank. I felt depressed and gloomy. Thinking of this, I deleted all my videos. Since this account was registered by the hospital, I couldn’t deactivate it. Although I knew this wouldn’t help much, at least I wouldn’t wake up to see thousands of curses. I leaned back on the sofa, carefully thinking through every detail of what happened in my previous life. Then I desperately realized that this situation was almost unsolvable. Patricia would still come to the hospital tomorrow and throw that ultrasound report in my face. I would still be attacked by everyone. But I didn’t understand why she would be pregnant with Ethan’s child. He had clearly died 10 years ago!

I thought to myself: “Could it be that even with a second chance at life, I’d have to go through the same ordeal again?” I absolutely refused to accept this! I paced back and forth in the living room, from dawn until dusk. Every time I thought of Patricia, I was filled with rage. She had been hospitalized for fractures from a car accident, and I was her attending physician. Patricia was very young and sweet-talking. Her warmth toward me was just a disguise to deceive me. She claimed her family was poor and that she had no money as a recent graduate. So I paid her hospital bills. It was precisely these acts of kindness that made her think I was weak and easy to manipulate. Ethan had been dead for 10 years—there was no way Patricia could be pregnant with his child. I thought she had developed a mental illness and even wanted to refer her to a psychiatrist I knew. But I never expected that Patricia would report me to the hospital the very next day. She claimed that during her hospitalization, I had implanted Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, using her as a breeding tool. She even forged chat records of me threatening her and had a well-known blogger expose me. It wasn’t until the police showed up at my door that I realized how serious the situation was. I considered myself upright and kind. Even at the police station, I showed no fear whatsoever. But Patricia insisted that the child in her womb was Ethan’s. Moreover, she was determined to carry the baby to term and have a paternity test done. I thought she had truly lost her mind. To prove my innocence, I handed over a lock of Ethan’s hair that he had left behind to the police. But what I never expected was that after Patricia gave birth, the police conducted a paternity test that proved her child was indeed Ethan’s! The moment I learned the results, I was completely stunned. An invisible net had trapped me tight, and no matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. The concrete evidence made my protests seem pale and powerless. The police came to the hospital and handcuffed me in front of everyone, dragging me into the police car. The “demon doctor” incident caused a sensation across the internet. Patricia took me to court. In the end, she proposed a settlement, but her condition was that I had to give her all my assets—my house, car, and money. In desperation, I agreed to her terms. As Patricia left the courthouse, she told everyone: “I believe in the law. I believe justice will ultimately triumph over evil!” I left New York and moved to a small county town, where I opened a small clinic. Just when I thought my life was starting over, online harassment followed. Those so-called righteous netizens threw feces and garbage at my clinic every day. Whenever patients came to the clinic, they would stand at the entrance with banners, denouncing me as the demon doctor. I lived every day in anxiety and fear. Meanwhile, Patricia made a fortune by exploiting her tragic story and her child, plus live-streaming to sell products. “Everyone, I will live well with my child. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” Watching Patricia’s strong mother persona during her live streams completely shattered my mental state. On a rainy night, I chose to drown myself in the river. Recalling the bone-chilling river water and the agony of suffocation, I couldn’t help but shudder. If things still couldn’t be reversed, then what I could do now was minimize the damage to myself. I turned to look at Ethan’s portrait on the wall. Then I called my high school classmate Jacob Foster, who worked as a private investigator. I asked him to help me investigate Patricia’s background. Whatever she had done would surely leave traces. After preparing everything, I burned that lock of Ethan’s hair in one swift motion.

The house felt empty at night, with only the sound of my breathing echoing in the silence. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I stayed awake until dawn broke. In the morning, I hastily splashed water on my face. Just as I was about to have breakfast, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw a message from Patricia. [Dr. Cooper, I’m feeling a bit unwell today. Do you think I need to go to the hospital?] Seeing this text, I suddenly recalled scenes from my past life. Patricia had also taken the initiative to text me like this, then said a bunch of nonsensical things. Later, she used these chat records to paint me as a vicious demon doctor. My fingers trembled slightly on the phone screen. After thinking for two minutes, I replied: [You can, but I took the day off today and I’m not at the hospital. You should see another doctor.] [Oh, I see. Then never mind. You know my condition best. I’ll wait until you have time. If another doctor examines me, you wouldn’t feel at ease either.] I frowned and bit my lip hard. Every sentence, every word from Patricia was a trap! In my past life, I just thought she was talking nonsense and foolishly went along with her replies. I never imagined she would later use those chat records to frame me. I typed back: “We’re a first-class hospital. You just have a broken arm – any doctor can handle it. You should trust their professional skills.” The chat window kept showing “typing…” at the top. It seemed Patricia was also thinking of a strategy. [Right, right, you’re absolutely correct. I’m so sorry. Dr. Cooper, my job search might have to be delayed for a few days.] [You’ve helped me so much, and I should repay you. But I’m pregnant now and it’s inconvenient to move around, making job hunting quite difficult.] Reading this, rage burned in my heart! In my past life, I pitied her. When she said job hunting was inconvenient, I immediately transferred her $5,000 to let her rest for a month. But my kindness was interpreted by netizens as: I knew she was carrying Ethan’s child and transferred money out of guilt. I continued typing: [I paid your hospital bills out of sympathy, but I’m not financially well-off either. I hope you’ll pay me back promptly after finding a job.] After sending that, she never replied again. I sat at the dining table and slowly exhaled. I had finally changed something. In this lifetime, I would never live so miserably again. After breakfast, I still went to the hospital. Sitting in the consultation room, I calmly treated patients. Since Patricia knew I wasn’t at the hospital today, she wouldn’t come looking for me this afternoon. At least today, that ultrasound report wouldn’t appear in front of me. During lunch in the cafeteria, my phone vibrated on the table. It was actually a message from Jacob! I thought to myself: “He’s that efficient?” [Olivia, check your email. I hacked into Patricia’s computer, and there’s some very interesting stuff inside.] I quickly finished eating, hastily wiped my mouth, and rushed to my office. Jacob sent me a compressed file. After opening it, there were photos, videos, and some of Patricia’s personal information. I put on my headphones and opened the files. The video Jacob sent was footage from a home security camera. In the video, a man stood with his back to the camera, holding a wooden stick. Patricia stood in front of him, pale-faced but resolute. “Come on, I can take it.” The man’s voice was deep: “Don’t worry. Once our plan succeeds, everything that belongs to Olivia – the money and the house – will be ours. Then I’ll give you a good life.” My mind went blank. That voice sounded so familiar! Patricia closed her eyes tightly, her hands protectively covering her belly, her voice trembling: “That’s right! I’m already pregnant. Once the paternity test is done, she won’t be able to refute it. We’re about to succeed.” The next second, the man suddenly swung the wooden stick and struck Patricia’s arm directly. She screamed in agony as her arm immediately bent at a grotesque angle. The man quickly stepped forward to support Patricia. In the footage, his face was vaguely visible. I stared in shock, my face almost pressed against the computer screen. He looked exactly like Ethan!

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A prime-time reality dating show was launched, promising participants a substantial cash prize if they successfully paired up, got married, and had children. In my previous life, I participated in this show with my adopted sister to win the five million dollar prize. I ended up pairing with Ethan Walker and we got married. But after marriage, we couldn’t conceive. Ethan was convinced I was infertile, so he not only cheated on me but also became violent, ultimately torturing me to death. Meanwhile, my adopted sister paired with another male contestant, got married, and gave birth to twins within a Christmas, winning the ten million dollar prize. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the scene where the male contestants made their final choice. At this moment, Ethan unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for my adopted sister. I understood—he had been reborn too. But he seemed to have forgotten that in our previous life, he was diagnosed with azoospermia by countless hospitals and could never have children of his own. ***** “Now, we’ve reached the moment everyone’s been waiting for—our two male contestants will choose their lifelong partners!” Host Emma Cole stood center stage, announcing with a radiant smile. The audience waved their glow sticks to the beat, and cheers echoed throughout the venue. The spotlight hit my face directly, so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds around me, the stage setup—every second felt so familiar. I immediately realized I had been reborn! I was back at the “Love & Family” filming site. This show was a new prime-time reality marriage documentary that became a ratings champion from its debut. Contestants who successfully paired up and registered their marriage under the show’s supervision would receive five million dollars if they had a child within three Christmas seasons. If they naturally conceived twins or multiples, the prize money would double. As soon as Emma finished speaking, Ethan kept staring at me. His gaze was cold and harsh, completely different from the gentle, considerate persona from my previous life. My father Jack Kindell, standing beside me, saw Ethan looking my way and smiled with satisfaction. Among all the male contestants, Ethan was his top choice. “Jane, even though this show is for matchmaking, we can’t treat it as a joke. I think Ethan is reliable in every aspect. If I were to entrust you to him, I wouldn’t worry at all.” Father spoke with certainty, as if he was convinced that Ethan would choose me without hesitation, just like in the previous life. Truth be told, Jack had good judgment. Since the show began, Ethan and I had formed the “Perfect Match” couple that was beloved by audiences. Our on-camera interactions were natural, and our romantic storyline progressed smoothly. But just as father finished speaking, the venue suddenly fell silent, as if all sound had been instantly drained away. Emma, holding her microphone, was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. Because Ethan had unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for Lynn Blackburn—my adopted sister—and then strode toward her with determined steps. Before anyone could react, he had already pulled out a diamond ring from his suit pocket and knelt on one knee in front of Lynn. His movements were swift and decisive, without a moment’s hesitation, instantly electrifying the entire venue. Lynn was so shocked her mouth fell open, completely unable to believe she had become the ultimate winner. Of course she knew that if it weren’t for the show’s forced “sisterly bond” narrative, she would have been eliminated in the first round. And Ethan, coming from an intellectual family, gentle and refined, would never choose an adopted daughter by any reasonable measure. But I knew perfectly well—Ethan had been reborn too. In my previous life, he had targeted my “America’s sweetheart” persona, riding the wave of our coupled publicity all the way. In the show’s final stages, he made a heartfelt confession and, witnessed by the entire internet, threw me a lavish, romantic wedding. Lynn, on the other hand, had ultimately paired with the quiet, steady Leon Gray. After marriage, Ethan and I did spend what seemed like a sweet period together. Though we got together for the show, I could feel that he genuinely cared for me at first. However, as time passed, my belly remained flat. My medical reports showed everything was normal, yet he publicly claimed on camera that I was the one who couldn’t conceive. After that, he grew increasingly cold toward me, cheated more frequently, and staying out all night became routine. When I discovered his affairs, he simply restricted my movements and often became violent with me. Eventually, the women he had toyed with couldn’t take it anymore and exposed all his misdeeds online. His image completely collapsed due to the scandal of abusing “America’s sweetheart,” instantly falling from A-list to rock bottom, becoming a public enemy. He took out all his resentment on me, even convinced that I had ruined everything for him. In the end, he lost control and beat me to death. The internet exploded too. Some even looked up my birth date and time, declaring I was a jinx destined to bring misfortune to others. Incredibly, people actually started sympathizing with Ethan, saying he was just unlucky to have married the wrong person. But only I knew that Ethan was nothing more than a hypocritical beast in a suit. This time, I would strip away his disguise piece by piece and expose his true nature.

Jack still hoped Ethan and I would end up together, so he tried to lighten the mood and help Ethan out of this awkward situation. “Ethan, this isn’t some surprise you three planned for the audience, is it? Everyone knows how much you like Jane…” Ethan shot me a cold, indifferent glance before immediately turning to Lynn, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Sorry, but the person I’ve always loved is Lynn. I’ve only just now fully realized my true feelings. In this lifetime, she’s the only one for me.” After he said this, Lynn was completely stunned. She instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock written all over her face. She’d always considered herself smart and beautiful, but as an adopted daughter, she was constantly compared to me by netizens online. On the surface, she acted like she didn’t care, but deep down, she’d been feeling wronged and resentful all along. Now, with Ethan publicly turning to propose to her, she finally got to taste what it felt like to be the center of attention. Those innocent big eyes of hers looked at me, but the corners couldn’t hide her smugness—like she’d finally won a hard-fought battle and could hold her head high. Ethan completely ignored the audience’s reaction, took her hand directly, slipped the ring onto her ring finger, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her right there in front of everyone. As for me, after being coldly rejected by Ethan, no one else at the show was willing to confess to me either. A week later, their wedding was ridiculously extravagant—they practically wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for Lynn. The media and audience praised her luck, saying she had a loving adoptive father in the first half of her life and married her ideal man in the second half—a life straight out of a romance novel. Jack even added her name to the family registry to let her marry in style, completely forgetting what he’d once told me personally: “You’ll always be the only precious daughter of the Kindell family.” Meanwhile, I went from being America’s sweetheart to the butt of everyone’s jokes—the “rejected loser” in their words. Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, the internet isn’t a place for reason. Online trolls started spreading rumors that I looked pure but was actually promiscuous. Otherwise, why would a good-looking, well-connected man choose an ordinary adopted daughter over me? I sat on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, reading those vicious comments, each one more brutal than the last. Within just a few minutes, the topic escalated. Some users made up stories about my chaotic private life, claiming Ethan caught me cheating, and tagged me as a sex addict, saying Ethan ran away because he couldn’t stand me. Reading this garbage made me furious. If it weren’t for Ethan and Lynn stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I swear I’d renounce the Kindell name! But even knowing all this, I couldn’t stop this tsunami-like online attack. In just over ten minutes, my image was completely destroyed. Now, forget about confessions—the production team probably wanted to edit me out entirely. On the day they returned home, Lynn looked exhausted but clearly satisfied. The red marks on her neck couldn’t be covered even with foundation—obvious traces from their wedding night. Ethan had one arm around her waist, his eyes lazily scanning over me. Lynn was quicker to react than anyone, her tone immediately turning sharp. “Jane, are you confused about the situation? Ethan is my husband now—stop crossing the line.” Seeing her upset, Ethan immediately lowered his head to comfort her. “Don’t mind her. Just looking at someone like her makes me sick.” Hearing this, Lynn’s smile reached the sky. “Right, I almost forgot—America’s former ‘sweetheart’ has been trampled into the mud. With your current reputation, it’d be hard to find any man willing to marry you, wouldn’t it? “I’d advise you to stop putting on airs and hurry up to find someone to settle down with. Even if it’s a cripple or a blind man, it’s better than being alone for the rest of your life. In your situation, what are you even being picky about?” I watched their little performance with cold eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you two really have the time to show off your love here, you’d be better off working harder on making babies. Don’t end up exhausting yourselves to death while your belly stays empty—that would be truly embarrassing.” Lynn’s face flushed red with anger at my words. She glanced at Ethan beside her and raised her voice. “Ethan and I are true love—our relationship is solid. Having children is just a matter of time. Who knows who’ll be embarrassed in the end.” She clung tightly to Ethan’s arm, looking completely confident, not noticing the hint of hesitation in Ethan’s eyes. I pretended to look a bit intimidated and turned my head away. Sure enough, the next second Ethan immediately pulled her down onto the couch with him. The two of them stuck together like conjoined twins, with Lynn hugging him while glancing at me with a smug smile, looking every bit the victor. Watching this made my fists clench so tight I thought they might explode—I really wanted to slap both of these jerks.

“Jane, don’t panic! Ethan isn’t the only guy who can get someone pregnant. If Lynn with her mediocre looks can find someone, why can’t you?” My usually quiet assistant Cynthia suddenly leaned over and whispered this, instantly giving me a moment of clarity. Right! If I could also find someone to marry and have kids with, wouldn’t those slanderous rumors about me fall apart on their own? If they end up childless while I have a house full of kids, that would be even more satisfying than getting revenge with my own hands. I met Cynthia on the street when I graduated from college. She had just been scammed out of her money and was standing on the corner crying her eyes out. I felt sorry for her and brought her home to work as my assistant. Though she hasn’t been with me long, she’s honest and kind-hearted, and I’ve always trusted her. I turned to look at her and couldn’t help giving her a thumbs up. “You’re absolutely right! How didn’t I think of that?” But Cynthia immediately burst my bubble: “You’re getting ahead of yourself… Is this something you can solve on your own? Even if you’re willing, you need someone willing to cooperate.” I playfully pinched her face, squishing her delicate features out of shape. “Maybe fate has already arranged everything, just waiting for me to seize the opportunity.” I clearly remembered that in my past life, tonight was when Leon suddenly fell ill on a small road and happened to be found by Lynn, who took him to the hospital. After that, they naturally got married. Although the show had ended, there was no rule against dating the male contestants afterward. That’s exactly the loophole Lynn exploited in her previous life to win the grand prize. If I were the one to save him this time, maybe Leon would become the key to my comeback. With this thought, my gaze immediately drifted toward the door. In her past life, Lynn described that chance encounter like a fairy tale romance, remembering every detail of the time, place, and conversation. Without hesitation, I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door. I was going to save someone, and though I had ulterior motives, it was still better than doing nothing. After all, all I wanted was his cooperation in having children—I wasn’t trying to kill him. I took a deep breath and silently encouraged myself. I remembered every bit of suffering from my past life crystal clear. Ethan was all talk and terrible at everything else, then blamed me in the end, claiming I was infertile. Unwilling to accept it, I dragged him to get tested, and it turned out he was the one with problems. Out of loyalty to our marriage, I not only kept his secret but was willing to stay with him even without the prize money. But he repaid my kindness with betrayal and ultimately destroyed me. In this life, as long as I could win over Leon, everything else would fall into place naturally. Lost in thought, I spotted Leon in a secluded alley, his face pale and steps unsteady. He was swaying as he walked, so I quietly followed him. When I saw him suddenly collapse, I immediately rushed over to help him up. His body was burning hot—clearly running a high fever. Without thinking twice, I supported him while trying to flag down a car to get to the hospital. But before I could get a taxi, Leon suddenly pulled me into his arms and swiftly brought me into a car parked nearby. Two buttons on my shirt popped off in the chaos. His gaze fell on my exposed shoulder, and his breathing instantly became heavy, his body temperature rising even more. My heart skipped a beat—this didn’t look like illness, but more like… a drug reaction. As I hesitated whether to run, Leon had already leaned down toward me, his breath so hot it gave me goosebumps all over my back. He held me tightly in his arms, and I couldn’t break free at all. “You’ve been following me all night. Want me to properly ‘thank’ you?” My mind went completely blank. What kind of provocative words were these? Just as I was about to protest, he suddenly touched a certain part of my body, sending a burning sensation through me. I muttered under my breath: “This situation is a bit beyond what I expected…”

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Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves’ disease?” When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?” My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me. I went back to the dorm and confronted her about it. She just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know depression isn’t contagious?” she snapped. The other roommates said she didn’t mean any harm, told me to chill out. Then, behind my back, they started spreading nasty rumors about me. My depression got worse, and one night, I climbed onto the roof and jumped. Then I woke up, and suddenly, I was done being a punching bag. Instead of obsessing about what’s wrong with me, I was gonna go full-on crazy and mess with everyone!

I’m drop-dead gorgeous, but let’s be real, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders upstairs. So, I get dragged into the palace to be a royal concubine. This one senator starts ranting: “Your Majesty, she’s a femme fatale…” I lift my veil, give him a look, and the guy just freezes. “She’s a femme fatale…whoa! Like, what a smokeshow. I propose we make her queen! They say beauty comes from within, and someone this stunning has gotta have a good heart, right?!?” Then there’s this other concubine, Susie, always doing the fake-nice act, like a total Karen. It got on my nerves, so one day, I just shoved her into the koi pond. Her brother, a hotshot army dude, storms into the palace, sword drawn, and glares at me. “You pushed my sister? Let me tell you, you…” I turned around, and the guy just stammered, his ears turning pink, voice going all high-pitched: “If…if you like pushing people, you… you can push me, too.”

My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

My Sister’s Boyfriend Was a Thrill-Seeker. He’d say, “Let’s try something different,” and next thing you know, my sister was getting her ears gauged. It wasn’t long before her ears got infected, and she was in excruciating pain. For her own safety, I told our parents about it, and she finally cut ties with that dude. But instead of thanking me, she held a grudge. One night, while I was sleeping, she straight-up suffocated me with a pillow. I blinked, and suddenly, I was back in time, right when my sister was bouncing around the idea of getting her ears pierced.

My roommate, Stacy, had this takeout-thieving habit. One day, she went too far – she scarfed the food my online gaming buddy, “ShadowStrike,” had ordered for me. Later, ShadowStrike sends me a screen-grab from the delivery guy’s camera and hits me with, “You look like that? How dare you even talk to me? Gross!” He dumps me and immediately hooks up with “Valkyrie,” the top female gamer in our scene. Everyone starts posting pics of Valkyrie, laughing at me, “Look at the whale who got dumped. Serves you right!” “You’re no match for Valkyrie! She’s gorgeous and a gaming god!” I stare at the picture… and freeze. Isn’t that… me?